FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

Spy Games

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Meeper

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Judy took a deep breath, the bunny anthro stiller than she naturally was at the heart of the technology exposition. There to take in every new gadget and device that may have been of use to her agency, which catered specifically to prey animals, she was just a little bit overwhelmed, though could not afford to allow the natural, furtive bunny movements flit up to the surface. Not when she was there on business. Not when she was there representing her company.

It was, however, a shockingly large expo and one that she was grateful to be chosen for, even though she was, of course, one of the best at the agency. The exposition was often frequented by those in detective and police work, but even marketing agencies wanted to stay on top of things, as well as everyday citizens. Some areas, of course, were only for weapons and the like, though they were usually wrapped up in some pretty foil to depict them in some way that made them "for the good of society". Judy wasn't so sure what she felt about that yet. It was good to see what was coming, what could be levelled against her in her line of work, but she was often more interested in advancements such as crop feeding systems and how sources of food for predators could be grown more ethically in laboratories.

It was funny that the bunny had found herself working for an agency that was, officially, a detective firm, but operated more on the covert side of things. There were far too many prey creatures going missing, after all, in Zootopia and beyond, and the police, even in her earlier training, just had never been as interested in them as they were the predators. It was just why Judy Hopps had dropped out of police academy and taken up with the agency, strict on her training and driving herself on to greater heights while she learned just what it meant to delve into the seedy underbelly of the city.

Of course, "spy work" may have been a better descriptor of what she did daily, though she very much believed that she was doing it for the good of Zootopia. More aptly, the smaller herbivores too that were not able to stand up for themselves as they wanted to, walked all over and trodden on by those that seemed to think that they had the will and ability to do so. She paused, eyes sliding to a coffee cart manned by an armadillo, though she was not all that interested in it. She was merely taking stock of her surroundings, exactly as she had been trained to. And it was hard to switch that off, especially considering the real reason that she had been sent to the expo.

However, the gadgets and tools there offered a myriad of opportunities for delight and Judy appeared more like a sales-bunny than a detective or a spy (however one wanted to brand her on any given day), mostly going unnoticed - except if someone wanted to give her a sales pitch, of course. Pens that could be twisted to reveal a weapon, poison in a refill of ink - well, those were standard fare. Judy was not as impressed as she had been the first time she had visited, especially considering that the expo and those exhibiting there surely had had a few years since to up their game. Tiny cameras were alright and all, though they were getting smaller and smaller, which was a little more interesting, but there were only so many grappling hooks that she could sigh and turn her nose up at.

"Where's all the good stuff?"

She didn't say that out loud, her expression carefully schooled and blank, hardly even moving her eyes as she absorbed everything around her. Judy's ears were her biggest tool in understanding her surroundings as they twitched faintly, taking in all that they could, vibrations from larger, heavier feet clouding her tactile senses. The expo was busy and that everyone towered over her there was a given, though she did not go unnoticed as she paused by a stand advertising advancements into the gut health and biome of small prey animals. Judy's nose twitched. Some were getting into the nitty-gritty of what it meant to be an herbivore, the little things that they had to stay on top of, but others...well...

"Ma'am - virtual reality technology interrogation systems!"

"Don't you want to see who's behind this infra-red camera?"

"Aren't those old news by now?"

"Shut up, Todd!"

To say that others were louder with their flashier equipment, all the stuff that caught attention, would have been an understatement. It was a feeding frenzy and just another place where, in Judy's opinion, the little guy lost out.

The vendors called out to each other, some of them trained salesfurs and others, well...a little less skilled than perhaps their managers may have liked. They were there to entice sales from large agencies just like Judy's and, of course, the police force too, for they still remained the biggest buyer of such things in Zootopia. Even if a lot of what was purchased was never seen in use... Judy frowned. Their lack of using what they had gained for the force was one of many reasons that she had wanted to leave the academy. Nothing they did made sense, not to her. But her work with the agency did.

Some comments and calls flew over her ears, though she heard them all, touting "sticky fingers" that would help anthros like her that did not, well, have sticky fingers like some species of frogs and lizards climb walls without the aid of more equipment. That, at least, was of a little interest to her, as few herbivores could scale walls in her agency. Something to broaden the scope of jobs that they could accept was always something to jot down.

She flipped her notebook open, scribbling down everything and anything that may have been of interest to her and her agency - in separate parts of the notebook, of course. Judy was nothing if not efficient. Yet she was so efficient, in fact, that she forgot entirely where she was, intent on a demonstration of a long-term underwater breathing apparatus (she needed to see more about how it worked to speak more on it to her agency) until a sharp jolt rocked through her.

"Oof!"

Her hip stung with pain and she turned, ears twitching, lips pressed together just a fraction, though she did manage to keep the rest of her expression neutral, as she wanted it to be. Yet that did not mean that the fox looming over her, her eyes coming to about the level of his collarbones, backed up, his tail flicking back and forth as if he was twitchy about something.

"Oh!"

Nick started, though did not shudder from the bunny, some part of his red fox instinct still pushing to the surface. It was natural to him to be shifty, to always be looking around, though he was a little more obvious about it than Judy was. He frowned down at the bunny before him, though no apology appeared to be forthcoming from her for so very rudely bumping into him, so all Nick did was scoff and brush his fingers back through the thicker tuft of fur atop his head.

What a rude little thing...

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Judy scowled at his retreating back - well, more with her eyes than her expression. Foxes were the bane of her existence and she would never forget the time that Gideon had slashed her face with his claws. The animosity between foxes and rabbits, in particular, was one that ran deep and could not so easily be cast aside, even if Judy had no inclination to. It was a part of instinct that kept her sharp and on her toes, reminding her that danger could be lurking around any corner.

Nick, however, had no interest in her, standing a short distance away, his very presence there seeming a threat to some. The predators were not that interested in him, but prey animals still gave the fox a wide berth. Even those that were larger were wary, for the instinct to protect those smaller than them, the potential young that they "could" have been caring for if they were unevolved and living more primal lives, was still strong. That was just why he had such a hard time and why he'd gone into his line of agency work - all to aid predators who had been wronged or discriminated against, simply because they were predators. Instinct was not something to be believed all the time, Nick had always thought, though his experiences with those that thought he was "nothing more than a sly fox" still cut deep.

The fire of them kept him going, reminding him what he was fighting for, however undercover it was. He'd do what he could to make Zootopia and even further afield a better place for predators, allowing them to live, quite simply, as normal, equal members of society, regardless of their lives or situations.

Nick sipped his coffee, the light foam of the cappuccino frothing over his tongue.

Mmm...

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The bunny tried to pay him little attention, despite how he made her nerve-endings tingle in all the wrong ways. She told herself to pay attention, but, coming to the main stage, there was something there, something new that had been hush-hush for a long time (leaks, of course, always got out), that her agency wanted her to take notes on.

"Ladies and gentlefurs!"

The exhibitor stepped forward, the staging area raised above the main floor of the exposition centre, all so that everyone could have a good view of him. A tall meerkat smiled, the darker brown of the stripes in what fur of his was visible striking, a smart black suit covering the majority of his body.

"I'm pleased to announce what you have all been waiting for... Something that is, I'm very proud to say, something of my own invention! Something to bring peace and calm to Zootopia! Something to bring change to our city - all in the very best of ways!"

The crowd clamoured, journalists striving to crowd to the front, though only a set number of them had been allowed in for privacy reasons. Not everything, after all, could be broadcast, and they had to be discreet about what they noted and recorded, everything that they took from the exhibition reviewed. They were also not permitted into certain members access only areas, which helped keep some of the equipment available, at least, a secret from criminals. That was, after all, the main purpose of the technology at the expo - bringing peace and justice through the use of it to all that made use of what was available.

The crowd shouted, some less well-trained furs bouncing and calling out, trying to grab the meerkat inventor's attention. Judy's ears twitched. She could not be the only one who noticed that he had not introduced himself by name. She made a note of that too.

Nick was just as quiet as her, though she wondered why he was so still in comparison with the rest of the crowd, not even trying to find a better place to stand as the inventor-meerkat proudly unveiled his invention. And then every last bit of her attention was swept from the fox as a slick, white collar was revealed, metal and hard plastic, though it shone with a futuristic glint under its lone spotlight.

"I present to you, the mind-soothing device!"

The meerkat stood tall, even as cries faded, paws dropping, as if the furs gathered there didn't quite know what to make of it. But he would explain!

"This fabulous device, my own creation, has the ability to tap into the synapses of any anthro, predator or prey, and ensure their compliance. It will ease the capture of targets, ensure that there is no harm to come to those that detain them, allow better treatment of unruly patients, promote -"

"But it's a mind control device, right?"

No one saw who asked that, but everyone nodded along anyway, frowning lips and tipped back ears conveying the depth of their displeasure. The meerkat hesitated, for a beat.

"Well, yes, in a way - but this is for the good of society! It's to keep prisoners calm, stop them from being unruly! We'll make more modern citizens of Zootopia this way!"

"What?"

"That's not right!"

No one clapped, anger palatable in their voices. The inventor tried to placate them, raising his paws as he stepped back, sweating profusely, but his fumbled words were hardly audible over the outrage of the crowd.

"We don't need mind control!"

"Where are the new modes of transportation? Cleaner energy?"

"What about a new source of protein and food for predators?"

"Yeah, where's all of what we asked for?"

"We don't want any of this!"

"We want the tech to help people - not hurt them!"

The technology exposition, after all, was for more than simply what those seeking information and detaining criminals were there for. There was so much more in the world to bring use to furs, predators and prey alike, and it was that which the inventor had lost track of as he stepped back, panting, trying to get some air.

"Ladies and gentlefurs, no... No, please..."

It did him no good, for every last one of them had made up their minds about him and his technology, eyes blazing with anger, fear clawing at them. An elephant even trumpeted and banged her fist on the stage, the thinner lash of her ropey tail flicking behind her. The meerkat jumped, a frightened squeak bursting from his lips.

"I... No, it's not like that... I didn't mean..."

But it was too late for him to take back what he had said over and over again that he had created.

"Are you saying that prisoners here aren't already in rehab?

"Why have you created this?"

"I wanted to help Zootopia!" He burst out, eyes wide and wild, though he was trapped, pinned under the angry eye of the crowd as if he was under the claw of a predator that dominated them all. "I never meant it to be like this! My family - it was to help even them!"

But the crowd was gone and not listening, the journalists unchecked as they crowded in.

"B-but," he stammered, even as a microphone was shoved in his face. "It's not s-s-sinister. It c-c-could be f-f-fun for parties..."

No one was listening to him, his feeble excuses, the invention that, perhaps, would have been better left to the FBI sector of Zootopia, where not even the standard police force had jurisdiction. Judy frowned, saying nothing, for the crowd already had well enough voiced her sentiments there.

"Parties? What? You want our children to control one another?"

"That's sick!"

"No!" The meerkat held up his paws, though he was fighting a losing battle. "No, no, not at all... I meant... Well, adult parties!"

A wolf growled, towering above every other member of his own species, though he could not quite match up to the bears and elk there.

"What are you saying - you'll make people sing happy birthday? How is that fun for anyone? Why do we need this?"

Obviously, the point there flew over the wolf's head, someone else shouting, though the high-pitched, shrill tone didn't seem to come from any fur in particular but the driving heartbeat of the crowd.

"Parties like with drugs and fetish stuff! He thinks that this is the place for kink!"

The crowd roared. For maybe some of them were into that sort of thing in their own, private time, but not there, not up where the newest technology was coming to the forefront. The inventor drowned in the boos, hanging his head as he dragged the husk of his body off stage, tail draped down as if he no longer had the energy to raise it. Yet Judy Hopps' eyes remained latched onto the collar, the mind control device that he had created to do good and yet it did not take a genius to work out just how such a thing could be twisted to nefarious intentions.

That was why she was not surprised when her agency called her later.

"Get it."

She didn't have to ask what, but the details were confirmed already by a crisp, sharp voice down the line. Her direct supervisor, a kangaroo with a mean kick and sharply intelligent eyes that missed nothing, was viciously cold, which was strange considering the more arid climate from which her species had naturally come from. It was a good thing they had a thick-waisted stag on the same management tier as her to even things out a little, for balance had to be had in all things.

She could have asked why they wanted it, but she kept that question to herself. Why she wanted it and they wanted it were surely different things, though it was, to be fair, something entirely useless in practical application. For something that was going to be used to abuse hapless prey creatures, however...Judy could all too readily see how they could be controlled.

"We are going to modify it."

Judy stiffened, one ear twitching, just to make sure that no one was close enough to catch that down the phone line. Meredith the kangaroo never gave up any information. The rabbit's skin crawled. That wasn't right. That wasn't right at all.

"Why?"

"We believe that it can benefit others."

Judy sighed.

"I don't know why you're telling me this. You want me to get it - I have to trust that something is going on higher up that I don't know about."

Well, not that she trusted them. One thing that her line of work had taught her was that there was no one, not even there, that she could trust. The device, surely, should never have been made, but one device would spawn others and she could only think that her agency getting ahead of the game on it would expose the evils and set them in good stead to help those that they were there to serve.

At least, that was what she hoped.

She lingered and watched, pretending to be thumbing through her program, though Judy did not miss anything. The inventor took his invention, ears softening, as if he was trying to pin them like a wolf down to his head, though the rounded slump in the meerkat's shoulders spoke of his sorrows and trials where the display had gone so very wrong. The invention was locked in a sealed box but not removed, per se, from the stage, not even with the angry mutters of the crowd around.

The fox was still there as she slid her gaze to him, distrustful. Nick raised his paw, mocking her with a smile, but Judy did not even grace him with one in return. Why should she when she both did not know him and, of course, he was a fox too? What a rude soul to bump into her and not say anything about it. But she didn't expect anything less from a lot of predators, sad to say. Her experience with them had not been as positive as even she may have liked.

Wandering off, she sought a place where no one would be, somewhere where she could hang back and avoid detection after all was done for the day. Everything that she needed was in her shoulder bag, though she could easily have been mistaken for a reporter with her shirt and black trousers, smart, prim and nondescript.

"ID?"

She glanced up, the bull frowning down at her, his wide shoulders forcing her to move her gaze obviously to take him all in. That had to be a restricted area, but she had not quite clocked which one as yet.

Military equipment. She winced. Not her thing, but just the place for someone like her to find a quiet corner to hide out in. There was always some navigational tool back there that no one would be interested in and secreting herself away would be easy enough then. It was there that Judy hid away, avoiding others, tracking where security wandered, though they were more interested in making sure that no one left with anything that they were not supposed to have than worrying who was in there. Sometimes even they could be overconfident in their power.

The day passed and Judy found peace in the quiet, everyone leaving, shutting up for the night. She did have to crawl into an air vent right at the tail end to avoid detection, but it at least allowed her to slip into her usual gear, what she had called her "spy outfit" when she'd first started at the agency. Back then, she had not been fully aware of the gravity of her work. She was more than aware in present times, however. It only needed to be a sleeveless vest top in dark navy, slinking down her form, and form-fitting underwear, which she had found revealing at first, but then realised that they were not revealing when there was no one, when she was doing a good job, to reveal herself to. Therefore, the dark, stretchy fabric allowed her the perfect agility and mobility to get her work done.

The bunny's stomach, however, was left bare, a streak of white showing where her grey fur lightened. She was lean and lithe, ready to go, though there was an inherent sexuality to her outfit that she would not have denied. It suited her well and she appreciated the flexibility that it gave her, even with the shape of her small, neat breasts showing through. They moved with the shift of her body, though were contained by her top with no undergarment beneath, the shape of her nipples showing through when brushed against, or if the air was particularly cool at any time. Likewise, the fitted underwear-like garment on her lower half, something like the bottom half of a swimsuit, kept her cool, though the light shape of her sex showed through. As much as Judy knew it was there for a certain use, she knew there was something sensual in it too and smirked to feel herself being, well...so out there. It was like wearing a short skirt just to make sure that someone was stealing glances at her legs, keen for her in more ways than one. It was an outfit that gave her more than it took away, even from the early days.

But Judy Hopps was there to do a job and could not linger.

Dropping from the air vent halfway up the wall of the main showroom, she landed softly on her feet, toes wriggling, the thick fluff between her toes softening her landing so that she made barely a noise. Rabbits did not have paw pads like some creatures, though she liked to think that it only made her element of stealth all the more apt for her line of work.

Slowly, slowly... One step after the other, checking for security, though she was sure that Meredith had already disabled any security systems that she had to be aware of. Grab the collar and zip up through the duct in the ceiling (one of many in the system) and a retracting rope, which she had already put in place through crawling through the vents and maze beyond. It was as easy a job as she could have liked, though she never expected a shadow to stalk out before her.

Judy sucked in a breath, the fox's muzzle lowered lightly, a smirk pulling at his lips that showed off the curve of his fangs.

"Fox."

"Name's Nick, actually. Fancy seeing you here, dumb bunny."

Nick laughed softly, yet did not raise his voice, his tail stiff and unyielding. That they had had the same idea there was not up for debate, wearing a similar outfit to her, though his top cut even higher, allowing him a greater stretch of flexibility in his midriff. Where she wore navy, however, his barely there attire was a deep silver, soft yet striking against the hue of his fur. Yet maybe it was the dim lighting that set that off.

"Hardly a dumb bunny against a fox."

She growled softly under her breath, shoulders aching, her body screaming at her to flee, to fight, to do something. He was a predator, she was a bunny, and the only course of action left open to her was to react - one way or another.

"You could just walk away right now, bunny, no one would be any the wiser. Let me have it, we'll be done here."

Judy stiffened. The fox's eyes raked her form, almost seeming to glow in the low light. She swore his tongue flicked out, sweeping down the line of his muzzle.

Pervert.

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She didn't have to be savvy in the ways of predators to know that, even then, he was taking in her form, a lewdness to him that was secluded away under the guise of "simply" being a sly fox. Yet Nick's stance never changed, steady and waiting, while his skimpy attire did not go unnoticed by her either.

No matter. She would be ready for him.

"I don't even want to think about what a predator would do with a mind control collar. Perhaps you should walk away and you won't be humiliated."

Nick laughed, shaking his head, though he could not shrug off his shifty look, how the line of his muzzle would always render him in the image of someone who was not to be trusted.

"Oh, you are canny... Such a shame you work for a rival organisation. You fight for rights. You would fit right in for us."

She snorted.

"Hardly."

She leapt, not wanting to delay it any longer. They were both there for the same thing, but her crude initial kick was intended to slam down into his chest. Rabbits could leap several times their height but did not so often like to advertise that fact, flipping up above his head as she kicked down at him. Nick was not so slow, however, as he darted away, catching only a glancing blow on his shoulder.

What kind of fight was it? Neither was sure, their heights and statures mismatched, yet it had to go on, Nick retaliating with a cross punch, though he was better close up and personal with an opponent. That was a tactic, however, that came with as many risks to it as it did benefits, the fox sucking in a sharp breath through his nostrils as he missed the rabbit.

"Think you're smarter than me, do you, hops?"

That wasn't a nickname that Judy had ever heard before as she swung in for a rear leg push kick, slamming the flat of her bare foot up onto his stomach and shoving hard.

Pow!

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The move swept her leg up as she finished, exposing a flash of underwear - or whatever one wanted to call what was on her bottom half - but Judy was moving too quickly to care, pressing the attack as the fox stumbled back. One paw went to his gut, lips parted, but he was hardly off-balance even as she growled ferociously (for a bunny, at least), continuing with a series of fast strikes.

One foot after the other snapped up, rocking back onto her opposing leg to snap it out, her kick as fierce as the bite of a fox could be. But Judy would not see him with his teeth around any part of her body as she struck and struck, keeping mainly to round kicks to get the best force behind them, driving him onto the back foot. He had to keep blocking her, but that was alright - she didn't expect all of her strikes to land, though the muscle in her thighs tensed, every part of her body exposed as she cried out in the attack.

"Yahhh!"

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"Oof!"

A knee strike, driven up into his gut, caught up fully, the fox not expecting her to swap to something like that, though he could, at least, be grateful that her strike had not been aimed at his gonads. Maybe she'd missed or maybe he had been a little too tall for it to traditionally hit, though the fierce animosity in the bunny's eyes burned brighter than any he'd seen before.

Interesting...

"I'm not a dumb bunny you can push around!" She snapped, Nick staggering back, recovering swiftly. "Being smarter than you isn't difficult, regardless of what a cub like you thinks!"

Oh, that was better, something that she could lean into. Fighting made her powerful, showed any opponent that she was not to be messed with, even if her figure might have suggested otherwise, considering that she did not carry a lot of muscle on her, despite her training. She smirked, but Nick launched himself at her, covering the short distance between them with a single, powerful stride, an elbow strike catching her in her chest before she could react.

Bam!

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It was hard, too hard, but they were not training, not practising, there to fight as the fox pressed the attack. As she reeled from the attack, he struck again, her chest moving lightly under the material of her top, though it was restricted enough to not affect her movement. Her heart pounded and Judy licked away blood from the inside of her mouth, swinging in close while Nick did not seem to want to get away from her. He swung for her in a leg sweep, resting on only one foot for that move, but she was quicker than him, her natural agility coming in trumps. Lunging at his legs in a grapple, she knocked Nick clean off his feet, twisting and turning and rolling and grappling as the two of them fought for precedence.

Yet neither of them could have thought of how the fight could have strung out a deeper tension between them, something hissing and snarling a hair's breadth beneath the surface as if it would only take a touch to just the right spot to unleash it. But just what was that?

Nick thrashed, fighting to get his feet even as a pair of fluffier ones raced by him, drawing his eyes, moments drawn out with his adrenaline pumping, the world around him slowing without him realising what was happening. Yet his eyes were drawn to them, the beat of his heart racing, panting, tongue lashing the inside of his muzzle.

And then everything sped up again, all without a chance for Nick to react. It was funny how adrenaline could play things out like that.

The fox gasped as Judy scurried up him, the fox laid flat out on the thin, exposition hall carpet, her legs locking around his neck in a scissor hold as she pressed down on her instep. The pressure closed in around his throat, her thighs shockingly strong, yet Nick could not help but be all too aware of how close his head was to her crotch. Even as he gasped, scrabbling and clawing at her legs, scraping down the bare but thin coat of fur there, he took note of the strength in her, how her thighs felt against him, something deeper in Nick entirely clawing at his sense of being.

Damn...

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It was hard not to notice things, the heat of her, how little she was wearing - not that he was much better, of close. Her feet squirmed over his chest as she had her legs locked around his neck in the scissor hold, tightening it, gripping his head with her hands as if that would be enough to hold him there. It was the pressure of her thighs, however, on the pressure points of his neck that would be his undoing if he did not react in time, panting, heaving, eyes rolling halfway back in his head with the unbearable strain of it all.

She was too hot for her own good.

Yet he had to get out of her scissor hold or else lose the fight prematurely, growling and digging his claws sharply into her legs. He had more little weapons at his disposal than her in that manner but jabbing the point of one into a pressure point behind her knee helped a little as Judy squealed.

"Yow!"

Never trust a sly fox. She kicked him away, foot connecting with his jaw, but the fox was coming for her, his long arms latching around her smaller, squirming body. Too late, Judy cursed that she'd gotten the two of them down on the ground, his arms finding a place around her neck as if he was trying to put her in a sleeper hold. It was a vulnerable position for her to be in, being smaller, scrabbling, grappling, twisting, his arms tightening around her neck from behind. Down on the ground, it was more like a rear choke, her back jerking helplessly against his chest as he half laid on his back and his side, shifting back and forth with the tip of her fighting body.

"Unff..." He grunted, tucking his muzzle down on top of her head, tightening his grip. "This would be much...easier...if you just...stopped...fighting!"

"Agh... Never... Stupid fox!"

That would always be the case, the pressure on her windpipe growing, though he could not quite find the right spot to send her into unconsciousness. She squirmed too much, her body wrenching, though it did feel interestingly nice to have her against him, the bareness of her fur not escaping his attention even then. Judy squeaked and kicked up in the air, her back arched while the rounded curve of her backside was briefly exposed, only to show off just why bunnies were famous for their kicks by slamming her feet straight back down into his stomach with all the force she had in her body.

Ka-pow!

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Nick howled, rolling, clutching at his stomach, the fox's wind knocked out of him. He couldn't breathe, could barely see, eyes streaming with the strain of it all. Up, up, he had to get up, but the bunny had him on the run and leapt onto his back before he could recover, her head facing his tail. That thick red brush called her and she took full advantage of the moment as she twisted her fingers into the thick fur, grabbing and pulling, Nick's scream cutting through the air.

"There's no one here to rescue you," she taunted him, letting her weight rest more heavily in the small of his back, riding out his anguish. "I'll break your tail, fox...if you don't give up your secrets to me. If you give in, this will all be so much easier."

He grunted and gasped, dimly aware of the bunny turning, shifting her weight on top of him as she moved to face the opposite direction, towards his head. She thought she had him, of course, she did, that was why she was exercising a little less care. But didn't anyone when they had an opponent pinned, even if it was not for very long? Judy managed to keep a solid hold on his tail as she faced his head instead, shoving her feet on either side of his muzzle, pressing them in close. Why not have a little fun herself? Oh, it was frowned upon in her agency, but it had been a long time since she had had a predator well and truly on the run under her.

Nick heaved, trying to twist away, but he couldn't get his muzzle away from her fluffy feet and not cause any more pain in his tail both at the same time, sensations and conflict pinging back and forth inside him. His heart beat so ferociously that it pounded against his ribcage, each staggering breath coming with a heaving gasp. But she was so close, the heat of her warming through to him, so little fabric separating their bodies as she pretty much rode him. If not for her feet kicked forward, squeezing and toying with his muzzle while he bucked and groaned, she would have been straddling him.

Judy, however, was not to be swayed that easily. A squeal or too was not going to put off someone like her!

"Give up, fox! Be nice and compliant, like a good predator, and I'll go easy on you."

The heat of her pressed down into his back, Nick panting, unable to take his mind off that, though it surely could not have only been affecting him. Judy, on the other paw, was overconfident, thinking that she had him - to think that a predator like a fox had not thought of how their tails could be grabbed like that! What was he, an amateur? It was like a bunny forgetting that their ears could be grabbed, though they were almost a sensual part of them, too sensitive to be forgotten. Maybe he was that stupid and she had merely had the misfortunate that day to face him, for a better fight would have been more appealing to her.

Judy grinned, closing her feet over his muzzle, toes wriggling, tickling his snout. A hissing whisper rose from her lips, seductive in the pleasure of pride.

"Predators never win..."

For emphasis, while he snarled and whimpered, trying to be big and bad but not really succeeding, she twisted his tail, threatening. She didn't have to make good on the threat as she pushed her feet in even closer to his muzzle, grinning madly as she humiliated him. She wouldn't have done that in her early days of training or work either, oh no... But Judy was a different bunny entirely to the one that had wanted to join the police force not all that long ago. She was who she was, and her body arched, the silhouette of her lithe and fierce, cutting a striking edge through the exhibition hall while the fox inhaled deeply, his eyes wide and bulging.

"Kiss them, fox!" Oh, how she thought she had him, _knew_she had him. "Maybe I'll let you go... But you're not going to get far."

She chuckled, confident in her position, giving another twist to his tail - but Nick was savvier than her, oh yes. For she had left one big weakness of hers exposed, even if she had not meant to. With her feet so close, they were placed in the perfect place for tickling, the large, fluffy undersides ripe for teasing, his fingers darting in before the pain got any worse. He didn't want to think about that but her sharp squeal shocking through the air as he tickled her feet, forcing her to release her grip on him, was music to his ears. Though he loathed, just a little bit, to have her feet move away from him, a strange sort of fascination clinging to him regarding those gloriously fluffy parts of her. Did her tail feel as soft as those?

At least, it meant that she had to let go of his tail, his brush fine and very much unbroken, the rock of his back launching her off him. As much as the bunny wanted to land on her feet and race away, it was out of the question as Nick pursued her too quickly, pain making his mind sharper, though it was, to be fair, swiftly fading. She was up on her knees and he half-staggered on his knees too towards her, locking his arms under hers, paws around to the back of her neck to complete the full nelson. It was not a traditional one, where they'd be up on their feet, but it would do for a harried kind of fight, the one where every dirty move in the book could be whipped out whenever one liked.

She flailed, kicking, but she was in the wrong position to kick back behind her, the stores of energy in her muscles not contracted and ready. Flailing, at that moment, was the best she had, the weight of her body not even enough to work against the fox.

"Let go of me, fox!"

As if that was going to work, but she tried to evoke a moment of hesitation in him even as she struggled. The pressure of the full nelson around her mounted and mounted, yet what she noticed more was how close his crotch was to her arse, the fox humping, rocking, laughing as he dragged her bodily back against him. It was an overtly sexual position as he hugged his arms tighter and tighter, ignoring the bunny's squeals even as he laughed and laughed, teasing her with the threat of something more, even if it would not come to fruition quite in that way.

Her eyes widened, showing a fearful rim of white around the edge, buttocks quivering as something that she didn't want to even think about pressed up to them, demanding attention.

Ooof... No...

_ _

Judy shuddered, the fox's rocking thrusts, humiliating and debasing, bouncing off her jiggling backside.

"Ohhh, wouldn't it be so easy..." He mocked her. "You think you're tough, bunny, talking about snapping my tail, but you ain't so tough yourself. Bet you're tight though if I did get inside..."

Something thick hinted at its presence through his underwear-type bottom covering (which, as was the case with Judy, did not cover much at all). They were close, so close that no one could deny the sexual edge there, something heated clinging to them with more strength than a grapple or a hold, pressing in. Judy gasped, though came back to herself just a little bit as she squirmed more indignantly than fearfully.

"I'll never!"

She took in a gasp, trying to wrench her arm enough to the side for enough power to slam her elbow into him, a strike that would, at the very least, have him loosening his grip.

Brute!

_ _

What that meant, saying "she'd never", even she did not know but it was time to go, time to leave. Her arms would not reach the fox pinned behind her and Judy growled as she instead threw her head back slammed into the fox with enough force for his grip to loosen just enough for her to squirm free.

Pow!

_ _

She dragged herself away, gasping, heart pounding, but there was no time as she leapt back to her feet - though that didn't seem to gain her much height in the fight at all. Nick reeled, dazed from the strike, but she had to press the attack, her blood running hot, need fiery in her veins. The power of the fight was upon her in a way that left her feeling every last little nerve-ending in her body, the tingle and ache of it, light pains gracing her body when they'd grappled, where his strikes had landed. She waited, posed and poised, eyes seeking out a weakness, any that she could exploit, from his finely muscled legs, the tone in his stomach standing out. But not to her, not like that.

"Unff... Not bad, bunny, but not good enough. You kick well, but that's all you can do!"

"Really?" She shot back. "And I thought all they made jokes about was multiplying these days. Your kind can't even come up with a joke as basic as that?"

Nick growled, lips rippling, showing his teeth. Though Judy had seen a predator's teeth so many times over that it hardly bothered her anymore, the strength and the unbridled ferocity of Nick himself bothering her more.

"I don't need to make jokes when a dumb cottontail does it for me, thanks, bun."

Judy shook her head, braced, every muscle in her body contracted, eyes observing without betraying what she was thinking by darting actively back and forth. She had to find an opening, had to break through his defences. Yet the cool air against her form, her fur tickled with a draught, was distracting as it was.

Focus!

_ _

She had to stay in tune with everything, the fox moving in a flash of red fur. Nick struck in a cross chop, blocked by her forearm, though it was too swiftly followed by an uppercut.

Pow! Ka-pow!

_ _

Judy was quick, matching him well, blocking the blows with her forearms, though it was more difficult when facing a taller opponent. Thankfully, that was something that she was more than used to doing.

Nick tried to go for a throat thrust, which would have rendered her useless, gasping and squirming on the ground, but she spun to the right, pivoting on her foot only to ping back with more power for a roundhouse kick. It struck his side, sending him off-balance, and she kept on, forcing him back, another strike coming in the form of a right hook, though him going for a vertical chop did strike a jot of annoyance into her. Did he have to choose moves that gave him an advantage with her being smaller than him? That was hardly a fair fight, but, so very often, there was no fight that was fair.

That was why Judy was prepared to go the extra mile, leaping straight up - though not too high, just high enough to be level with him, his dark eyes locking onto hers, distrust shining in them. There might have been a shimmer of admiration there too, though she could not be sure about that.

No time to think. She exhaled, thighs bunched up with muscle, power building.

Now!

She struck with her large, furred feet, kicking straight into his gut and then his knees before she landed again, giving him the thought that she had run out of moves in her repertoire - but that was by far not the case as she leapt for him while he recovered. He was nowhere near as fast as she'd thought he would be, her feet stronger, more powerful, the exhilaration of winning coursing through her with every pumping beat of her heart pulsing blood around her body. She had to be faster, had to scramble, had to avoid his claws as he grabbed uselessly for her - and the sly fox could not reach her if she was up on his back!

Judy laughed, the shape of her body standing out in a striking silhouette as she paused there up on his shoulders, eyes glittering with the dominance of a prey creature who had, finally, found themselves on top. Things didn't always go the way the predator wanted, did they?

"If your kind didn't try to do things they weren't supposed to, we'd not be in this position, fox!"

Nick gasped, her arms going around his neck in a sleeper hold while she was piggybacking up on him, legs tight around his chest for hold and leverage.

"Unff... That's because your kind went best in stews!"

That was perhaps not the best taunt to make when his air supply was being cut off, though he blinked, tottering, flailing, trying to find some sense of stability while she threw him off-balance.

"Foxes were always better when they were on their knees, Nick."

She growled in his ear, huffing from the effort, the pressure increasing, her muscles burning. She should not have been exerting that much effort, but it was too easy, even as he did, indeed, drop to his knees. Her feet slid down, wickedness coursing through, for there was more than one way to fight dirty as her puffs of breath softened into a moan.

"Ohhh... You thought it would be so easy to take a dumb bunny down, fox... But now who's the dumb one?"

Nick could not answer that, grunting, no breath coming to his lungs, but not because the pressure was too much that time but because her fluffy feet were caressing the rising bulge in his underwear. It should not have been there, not at such a time, but even he had to admire her for pulling out every last trick in the book and beyond it too. But if the fight was to be a little more sensual, a little more heated, a touch of innuendo would not go amiss.

"Not me, bunny..." He grunted, pushing his shoulder blades back against her, steadying himself even as her feet kneaded his crotch. "But if you let the badger out of the sett, you're in for a bad time..."

Judy barked a laugh, but there was no humour in her tone even as she rocked her hips against him. Her feet played and kneaded, teasing out the length of his shaft, yet his underwear trapped it down, revealing only a thick bulge. There was nothing sexual there, not truly for her, only playing out the moment, showing why she was the best of the best, that she was willing to go to absolutely any lengths to win.

Unfortunately for her, as his breath caught in his throat, grunting and groaning, so was Nick. Before the fox could slip his shaft from the tight constraints of his form-fitting underwear against his will, he took control once again. They were not, after all, in an empty space in the exposition hall and he tipped himself back on his heels, running backwards as a snarl that was more than vicious tore itself from his lips. In there was bundled sexual desire, all pushed down, even as he slammed Judy back into one of the exhibition stands, the plastic and wood frame breaking, rocking, tipping in a clatter of panels.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The exhibition was no more, leaving unanswered questions for the next day, though neither of them would be there to be seen then. Judy's head reeled, dazed, her grip loosening, not even sure what it was that she was doing as her head spun. Dizziness clawed at her and even her feet felt strange as she looked up at the fox, though she slid down flat to the ground, a low groan pulling at her lips.

"Ohhh..."

But the fox was not willing to wait and hold back as he came down over her face-first, though his legs went around her neck. The bunny gasped as he locked her in a scissor hold, feeling how his large feet pressed in behind her head, locking together, the strength in him, how his hard, lean body ground against hers. He didn't need to use his arms to support and balance him, paws instead sweeping down her legs, laughing out loud as he trapped her there, too keen to keep her pinned after she had had him in such an aggressive sleeper hold.

"Give it up, bunny, and maybe I'll help you multiply..."

Judy gasped, the squeeze on her neck immense.

"Unff... No... Never..."

She could smell him though, that musky aroma of fox, the vulpine smell sinking into her nostrils. It was inherently a predator and yet she could somehow sense just how much he revelled in the power of his feet too as he pressed them together, tensing hard to squeeze her, to clench around her neck, cutting off her supply, straining to bear down on just the points to send her into sweet slumber.

"Would this be so difficult?"

Nick's fingers danced, tickling her inner thigh as she kicked too weakly, her strength fading from her. He had to taunt her, had to tempt her, for hadn't she done the same to him only a short time ago with her feet? She was keen to show off something, but didn't like to be taken advantage of herself, which was just typical for a bunny.

The fox pressed on while Judy gasped, toying with the edge of her underwear, where the line of it pressed a soft indent into her thick, fluffy fur. Judy squeaked and clawed at his legs as he held her there, vision shivering, though she was not that far gone, not yet. She was there to feel everything, pulse quickening, as his fingers teased, flirting with her without the use of any words - something that was entirely new to Judy.

"Hey... Oof..."

She didn't have words to spare, breasts rising and falling in weak intakes of breath, struggling weakly, eyes darting back and forth, worry clawing at her. What was he doing? His fingers brushed the outside of her underwear, tempting at something more, and Judy rocked, groaning, a different kind of need rising inside her. But that wasn't as fair a fight as what she had set up, though one could very much say that she had set the precedent there!

Carrots and curses... What is this fox going to do to me?

_ _

She scraped, scrabbled, hardly able to see anything, what with his legs around her, his backside filling her vision. She was close to his underwear, the underside of his tail, which pushed out over the waistband, his fur thick, soft, pushing against her. But her feet could not get close enough to him in such a position, even if she kicked "back" over her back - it just wouldn't work. That meant that it had to be her paws that got her out of it.

"Maybe I could slip you the tongue, bunny..." He teased. "You've surely not gotten any in a long time, it would be a favour to you, really."

She gasped, her sex feeling hot, though that was wrong - she should have been quite cool with how little she was wearing! That wasn't right of him to say that either - what was he playing at? She squirmed, but he licked the air again as if he was really going to do it, wiggling it out of his mouth, the fox taunting her with the humiliation of something that, if times had been different, could have been a lot more pleasant and pleasurable.

But things were not different and, even as she was there, his legs pressing down hard around her, Judy would not be treated like that!

No!

Yet the bunny's cheeks could not forever burn with the flare of embarrassment, not as he wanted her to be humiliated, though that could have clawed its way up either way. She was a professional and she knew what she was tongue, even as he stuck his tongue out even further, taunting her with debasement that she very much wanted to twist away from. Ferocious fury roiled and boiled in the pit of her stomach, giving a sharpness to her mind that had not been there before, mind racing.

Think, Judy, think.

_ _

He had to have a weakness. All she had to do was to find it.

His feet! Oh, she had them, the large paw pads offering her a grip as she tickled, laughing out loud as she wickedly turned his own tactic against him. Yelling, Nick tried to cling onto her, squeezing more vehemently with his legs, fur ruffling up in the wrong direction as he fought, but there was no use in it. Laughter that was not his to take bubbled up without his consent and he howled brokenly as she brought him to fits of giggles, kicking and squirming, thrashing while the bunny clung tenaciously to his feet.

She didn't think he was going to release her in time though, not until the very point where she had his thrusting, kicking feet in her paws, tickling relentlessly, breaking down his defences and nothing more around her neck. The ache there burned but she was not seriously hurt - it was almost as if the fox was toying with her. She growled, rising, trembling, wriggling her toes, finding her steadiness and stableness once more. It seemed like the fox was almost toying with her. Wasn't a cat and mouse game for a different species to them?

"You talk fast, fox, but is your tongue as smooth as you say?"

She grinned, smoothing her ears back confidently, the small arch in her back putting her breasts and buttocks on show without thinking about it. Female sexuality had a way of coming through subtly like that, though the bulge in his undergarments was, by no means, discreet in any way. She had not meant it to be, breaking him down, teasing him, taunting the fox in any way that she thought appropriate.

Nick shifted his weight, his feet still tingling so very strangely from tickling, panting hotly. He couldn't take his eyes off her, though his muscles ached as he lunged, striking with his feet - maybe that would make him feel like more himself again? He'd heard of "out of body" experiences but he didn't feel at all present as he swung with his fists, cross chopping and hooking into her.

Pow! Bam! Ka-pow!

_ _

Judy reeled. That last one struck and Nick pressed the attack, his feet aching, bones tired, so very tired. She tried to low kick and sweep a kick to knock his feet out from under him, but it was one instance where she was not as quick, slowing, breath catching, sweating, every snatched grab of air labouring in her chest.

Bam!

_ _

That was Nick's foot coming up under her chin, snapping her head back, her feet leaving the ground. For a moment, Judy was airborne, feeling the impression that his foot left on her body, though it felt foreign in that moment, as if it was not something that truly belonged there. Everything was strange, so very strange, flashing him the underwear between her legs as her legs flew up and back. Judy was not so tired, however, that she crumpled to the ground, growling as she leapt back up again, ready for more.

"Not down yet, fox!"

Nick smirked, licking his lips.

"Oh, if only you would go down, maybe this fight would get a whole lot more entertaining..."

She shrieked, lashing out, strike after strike, trading him fist for foot over and over again.

Ka-pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

_ _

She landed a flurry of strikes, one catching his gut, the fox's eyes watering as he fought not to double over, tongue hanging out.

"Oof!"

But Judy was there, pressing out, driving him back, pinning him against the side of one of the exhibitions, though it held better than the one that he had slammed her into earlier. Nick twisted away, panting heavily, his whole body seeming to shake with breath, even down to his feet. He growled, aching through, but wasn't willing yet to give up on the fight, for the only collapse that he wanted to face was to land them in a much more appealing, alluring situation. Nick barked a short laugh to himself, Judy scoffing distrustfully. Hey - he was a fox! He couldn't help his male needs and the bunny was quite fetching even as they paused, facing one another.

The fight had taken more out of them than either of them realised, though they knew as they faced off against each other that it had to come to an end one way and one way alone. Judy panted, pushing up onto the balls of her feet, rushing him in a flurry, though it was a last-ditch attempt. She was too small and too tired for such an attack to come to fruition all that easily as she squealed, panting, everything throbbing with tiredness.

"You're going down, fox!"

The fox, however, pulled a trick rather than a rabbit out of the hat, stepping aside at the last moment and sweeping his leg out. She crashed down over his extended leg as she tripped, falling ears over bunny-tail as she slammed and crashed into the booth. They were close, too close, to the main stage, and Nick took his chance, leaving her there, groaning, sprawled out, darting for the stage and the mind control device.

"See you later, hops! I've got something wayyy more important to sink my teeth into than you!"

She cursed carrots again and scrambled up onto her feet, tottering, but could hop just a little by putting her feet together. It gave her strength and speed as she tried to tackle him again, throwing her whole body into it, though the fox was too suave, too smooth, merely stepping aside to chop the back of her neck.

The shock of it reverberated through her and, before Judy knew it, she was falling, tipping face-first to the ground with a sickeningly loud smack that echoed through the exhibition hall.

Boom!

_ _

Nick laughed, shaking his head at her, clicking his tongue condescendingly against the roof of his mouth.

"Poor little bunny, caught by the fox again."

She groaned.

"Never seen you before today in my life, fox, you're imagining things. Erff..."

He laughed again, poking her butt with his foot, just to see her tense, her reaction, the flesh moving there. Her big, white, fluffy feet did look especially good too with the underside facing up.

"Mm, nice look, bunny. Maybe you'll be useful in other ways..."

With the mind control device near, he was sure he had everything as he wanted it, grabbing her by the base of the ears as she gasped in pain. One arm around her neck was all Nick needed to quell the exhausted and dazed bunny as she squirmed weakly. Oh, she might have got her strength back for a good, hard kick into his stomach if he had not had his kit so near - but having it tucked under the stage meant that it was all too easy for him to withdraw the rag soaked in chloroform from it. The rag had been in a tube, to keep the chloroform away from the rest of his belongings, though he had a fresh bottle of the drug too, if it was needed, the bunny whimpering, not knowing what was happening to her.

"Nuh... Uh... Mm..."

Those weren't the sounds of a conscious bunny, not in her sensible, clear mind, as he smirked, brandishing the cloth, holding her tight with one arm even as she wriggled.

"Time to go to sleep now, Judy-bunny, sleepy-sleep time. Bunny needs to be put down for her nap..."

She squealed and squirmed but it was too late to fight him as he closed the dripping wet cloth over her nose and mouth. It was cold and cloying and she fought it viciously, kicking, wriggling, thrashing in his tight grip, eyes rolling back into her skull. The cloth even shoved into her mouth as much as she strove to spit it out, getting her second wind, fighting with everything she'd had, skin prickling with a deadly kind of heat that felt more like a chill.

No...

_ _

No, he could not have got her, not the fox. Not Nick. Not that fox.

Yet he had.

Down and down and down... It was like falling into a tunnel, seeing the light above her but not being able to do anything about it, not to reach it again, squealing faintly. No one to hear her, no one to rescue her, though Judy had always been in the business of rescuing herself. What was she to do about rescuing herself, however, when the grip of chloroform dragged her down into the blackness of unconsciousness, moment after moment? She gasped for air, but every suck of it into her strained, burning lungs had her fading more, though her body did contort and twist delightfully, even to the fox's eye.

Nick growled. He couldn't let her struggle out of it! Not even as she regained her strength, fighting to take her down and take her out, even while she tried to prove herself as so much stronger than him. His claws dug in and he squeezed around her, legs tightened, choking her. He pressed harder with the cloth, not allowing her to get away, fear making her struggle more vehemently, her legs tangling, paws grabbing, latching onto whatever she could. But she could not pry his arm from around her neck while he forced her to breath in deep breath after breath of the chloroform, the sickly-sweet smell cloying and clawing its way down her throat into her lungs.

No...

_ _

She didn't want to admit it, how she was fading, slipping down more and more, but it was there, pulling her, an insidious draw. The light of the waking world was further and further away as the strength left her limbs, an arm half-flopping up, no power left behind the strike before. It was the chloroform, of course, that took her, seeping into her lungs and deeper still, infatuating her with the dreary, sleepy allure of becoming nothing more than...

Tired...

So tired...

So sleepy...

Unconsciousness held her tightly, tighter than the fox, taking her away, step by step, as if she was sitting in a front row seat to her own horrifying humiliation. Nick grunted thickly in the back of his throat, everything straining him, even then, but that could not be helped either, huffing and puffing, legs aching as he bore down on her.

"Unff... Too bad you're a dumb bunny, hoppers. I could have had...some real fun...with you..."

It was hard for him to talk, crushing the cloth over her nose for the ultimate high - or low, if that was what one wanted to consider unconsciousness. It was a slide down into the abyss, yet a slide that could be come back from, in the waking world, once more. Unconsciousness, after all, of that kind, was not permanent, even as Judy exhaled more softly and slowly, weakness making her limbs thick, as if she was trying to struggle in slow-motion, or even through quicksand.

"Mmmph... Nooomph..."

Words would not come. Not recognisable words. Her grip on the waking world faded, more and more, moment by moment. Judy was not even aware of her struggles weakening, only knowing the fold of that cloth over her face, how it left a smear of wetness behind in its wake. It felt so much easier not to fight, her eyelids heavier and heavier, no longer even seeing the red russet of the fox. She would have yawned if she had been able, but even that seemed like too much effort, her limbs dull and heavy, that sickly sweetness pulling into her body.

It was too much, so much, and she could only let it take over, dragging her down, Nick lowering her softly, handling her with care, even as she slipped into unconsciousness. In her mind, she was fighting like a bunny trapped, fighting for her life, but it was too late, her limbs weak, hanging, even not caring about the pain emanating from the base of her ears. She fell away from the waking world, into complete unconsciousness, with his arm still around her neck, holding her there, the chloroform working its way deeper and deeper into her system, Nick intent on giving her a damn good dose of it. Wouldn't want to do half a job, after all, would he?

As she lay there, him leaving the rag on her face to make sure she would be out for a long time, his eyes wandered to her feet, admiring the fluffiness of them, how every one of her toes seemed to be defined. The claws on his toes may have been short but they were different to the gentle caress of a bunny's feet and not something that he had ever had the chance to get up close and personal with before. How her attacks had come in stimulating him too hinted at something more...

Maybe it was time that he sought that out for himself.

"You thought you could best the sly fox, didn't you, bunny?" He taunted her, finally taking the rag away when she had had enough, her ears flopping loosely to the stage. "But that's why I'm the sly fox and you're a dumb little bunny..."

It may have been a taunt but there was no real viciousness behind it, having won the fight. Nick laughed out loud, the empty exhibition centre there to bear witness to his prowess.

"Fear me, the almighty fox!"

Of course, his triumph had to be documented! There were cameras all over the hall for him to tap into with a mobile device and he posed first with his foot on her chest, toes curling softly around her breast. The act of dominance could not be denied, but he tapped his handheld device to call in the drones too, three of them whirring and floating around from where he had planted them earlier, though he had not thought that the first thing that he would use them for would be to take images.

He was powerful, striking a pose, muzzle pointed up, showing off just how strong he was, the might of the fox resounding through him. To think that the silly little bunny had thought that she would have been able to best him!

The drones whirred around him, the rotating blades keeping them aloft, though they were better placed than the static planted cameras for taking photos of Judy's humiliation.

Snap!

_ _

Him with his foot on Judy's chest, toes pointing towards her face. He wriggled them as if to mock her further, his foot firmly planted between her breasts, though they could not fail to take a dominant position. His foot was dominant, however, himself evidently the victor, his fur glowing with the power of the moment, everything that he had worked for in that fight alone and beyond coming to sweet fruition, exactly as it was supposed to.

Snap!

_ _

Another photo was taken, the fox posing fetchingly, tail curved around his thigh and hip as if he was affecting a look that may have thrown Judy off-guard for very different reasons. The curves of her body too were sensual even in her unconsciousness and he chuckled throatily, pressing down lightly with his foot just to see her moderately small breasts squash out to the sides even more. The position offered him more liberties than he could have thought of, even while admiring her in the fight itself, the brush of his tail fluffed up while her cottontail was pinned and hidden, unfortunately, under her body.

"You should never have gone up against me, dumb bunny."

Snap!

_ _

Nick moved to put his other foot, his left foot, on her stomach, pressing down lightly into the softness of her belly. He could not put much of his weight down there, however, before he felt the firmness of her abs and whistled lowly. Damn, that bunny was fit! But maybe that was why she had, to be fair, caught his eye in the expo to begin with. She was good-looking and he took his chance to more properly admire her form without the intricacy of the fight playing out between them. It was good to have a moment, his foot parallel to her head, facing across the width of her body.

Snap!

_ _

The drones took photo after photo, allowing him to flex his arms, to pose, to show off his might with his arms flexed on either side of his head, dropping them into a gorilla-like muscle pose before his body too. That was a bit silly for him, however, as he laughed at himself, taking his time, enjoying himself perhaps a little too much, digging his toes very lightly into the fluff of her belly, wriggling them into the plushness to be found there.

Snap!

_ _

His right foot swapped to take the prime position, turning her face to the side and squishing her cheek down as he posed, again, with his foot on her face, His large foot covered most of her face, though his feet still were not as large as those of a bunny, which was something that would have been otherwise quite difficult to match up to. His feet were not as fluffy either, even as his toes curled over her nose, dancing and wriggling, though not blocking off her ability to breathe in the slightest. That wasn't what Nick wanted from the moment.

Snap!

_ _

For his final pose, he put his left foot proudly on her crotch as if he was a real hunter displaying his trophy - though that was very much not the sort of thing that went on in the world of furries anymore! No, those times were long gone by, though instinct did make even the pose pleasurably, swearing that he could feel the heat of her body rising between them, bearing up, reminding him of just how intimate parts of their fight had been.

Final? Nick smirked to himself. Oh, who was he kidding? He was a fox, a proud fox, and he took a moment to place his foot, moving from her crotch to her stomach, feeling the hard muscle under there once more. She was fit, such a cute little bunny, and he wouldn't have minded at all having his way with her if times suited. His toes curled, the soft pads of his hind paw pressing down into her, relishing in the dominant of the moment, how weak she was under him, helpless and not even squirming in unconsciousness.

His mobile communications device pinged, and he lifted it to his ear, first ensuring that the mind control collar was secured. Wouldn't want to forget that, now, would he? Not after all the trouble he'd gone through to acquire it.[[AV1]](#_msocom_1)

"Agent sixty-two-seven-four here."

"Have you acquired the device?"

"Wouldn't be answering if I hadn't, would I, Marge?"

"Your sass is going to come back to bite your arse one of these days, fox."

Nick chuckled and shook his head.

"Ah, dear Marge... Always quick with the comebacks. You should try those on the husband sometime, that one's sure to get you on your back with your legs -"

"That's quite enough, Nick."

"Ah, don't you mind me, Marge. I've got what you asked for, so no predators are going to be trapped with it. However, I've done you a favour and gone and got you a little test subject too. Actually, you should be the one thanking me for going above and beyond - I heard that was something that came up before my last review?"

For a moment, his supervisor was silent.

"We do not need more test subjects."

Posed casually with his foot on Judy's stomach during the call, he froze.

"Come again?"

"Are you not listening?"

"Of course, I am. And here I am saying that I've trapped you a rabbit to use. Isn't that what you wanted? Not like the meerkat inventor is going to give up the documentation as to how this is used, sadly, though we can go after that too. She'll give you something to start off on."

"No more test subjects." Her tone was short and clipped. "We are not to leave witnesses. Is that understood."

Nick reeled, minutely, but noticeably - that was if there'd been anyone there to see him. What was that to mean - that they didn't want to leave any witnesses? Well, he understood what it meant but that did not mean that he at all understood the reasoning behind it, which simply didn't make any sense. They were not in the business of dispatching others without due need and what possible need could there be to ensure that Judy did not remain as a witness?

Nick shivered. He couldn't say that was what he'd signed up for, not to play the part of the shifty fox dumping bodies tied to concrete blocks over the bridge into the river late at night. That was why he'd joined the agency, to do good rather than bad, but the line between those two things seemed woefully thin at times.

"Are you understanding me quite clearly here, Nick?"

He winced. Did she have to be so condescending? Yet there was no one at the agency, much less him, that actually liked Marge. Hating her was a universal rite of passage or something like that.

He looked down at the rabbit, knocked out, wondering if he would have used the chloroform if he'd known what he would be ordered to do. Yet it was part of the work, surely, and he wouldn't be asked to do it unless it was important?

The fox held the communicator away from his muzzle and sighed, making sure that Marge could not hear him. That was one thing that he most certainly did not need getting back to higher-ups.

"That's understood, Marge. Continuing with the mission now."

She cancelled the communication without saying farewell, which was not a point in Nick's favour. The fox winced, yet again. There seemed to be something about Marge that just brought that out in him.

But an order was an order and his training held, what had shown him what he needed to do to help and protect predators of the city. It was no doubt that that bunny had to be taking it back for her agency, the kind of one that went up directly against predators, though reasoning it through in his mind didn't help his case as much as he may have hoped.

With the phone line dead, he had nothing to distract him, only the bunny on the ground before him, limp in unconsciousness. He could have done anything, absolutely anything, to her right there and then and there would have been no one to stop him. Nick's toes twitched. It would be easy...so easy...

His foot lifted from her stomach as he stepped back, pursing his lips, considering his options. It had been one thing to pose with his fallen opponent, to tease them, to humiliate them, though he could not deny that Judy had put up a good fight. Surely, she didn't need to be killed? Yet that was what he was there to do as he shifted automatically, knowing what it was that had to be done.

As if in a dream, his feet moved to either side of Judy's face, the bunny on her back still, head lying still and steady, ears splayed out to either side of her head like a fluffy halo. He sucked in a breath, filling his chest and lungs with air, gut gurgling, though he could not fathom why. He had not hesitated as he did then for a long time. Not since his early days of training. And that, quite fairly, had been beaten out of him with rigorous drills.

Nick licked his lips. There could be no hesitation.

And yet there was.

His feet pressed in, closing in around her neck. To snap her neck only would take a clench and a twist, breaking it swiftly. There would be no suffering for her, only peace. Would that be such a bad thing?

Yet it probably went without saying that, if he had lingered for so long over her, mulling over his options, he was not best placed, even then, to do it. Nick sighed and ran his fingers back through the fur on top of his head, leaving his feet there, though they had closed in enough around her neck to lift it from the ground. He gently lowered her back down, feeling the weight of her head against him, how his soles flexed, the arches of his feet strong. If there was a way to go, that was a good one, to be fair.

"Looks like you win this time, bunny."

But, still, there could not be any witnesses and that was one thing that Nick had to make good and sure of. If the agency was not to know that he had not snuffed her out, he would have to make sure that Judy never talked, never breathed a single word to a single soul. His lips twitched in a smile, a wicked, predatorial chuckle rising from deep in the pit of his gut.

The thing was, he already had the perfect tool right there to use. He didn't even need to go looking for it, lifting the mind control collar from its box, the smooth, white plastic - well, it was probably an expensive kind, but Nick could not be clued up on everything, even if he was a fox - cool to the touch. Of course, his kit that he had stashed beforehand had rope in there, thin but strong, the kind that would not cut and chafe, and he took his chance to lash her down quickly with tight, efficient knots.

He wrapped the rope around her body and arms, knots placed strategically so that she would not be able to get out of them, even if she squirmed and twisted. Nick was not such a fool as to think that a bunny like Judy wouldn't have a few tricks up her sleeve to get out of being tied up, thus didn't take any chances, tying off her wrists separately and lashing them down to her hips. Her fingers could wriggle, but they would not be able to reach anything where they were.

Her legs were pressed together, rope slipped between for a tighter lashing together, a knot above the knees and below them too. Her thighs squeezed together and the fox was not shy about where his paws wandered as he tied her up, enjoying the warmth of her body. After all, she'd gone and gotten him all heated in the fight - surely she owed him a sneaky little grope or two? And then there was the promise of taking a "taste" of her in another way, back when his muzzle had been so close to being between her legs.

Nick chuckled out loud, surprising even himself.

"Carrots, you really are full of surprises. What've you got me thinking here? And I should have killed you too..."

It had been an order, after all, and orders were not to be disobeyed. But his supervisor did not have to find out if he was a sly fox about it for once, taking on his namesake and the cunning nature that his kind had long been renowned for. It was not all that bad, not really, to be a sly fox - it only mattered what one did with that slyness, to be fair, at the end of the day. Nick was still on the fence about how he was using his natural cunning ability, the shiftiness giving him a heads-up to danger and threats when others may have not realised. Despite shunning instinct, what predators would have to remember was that instinct, regardless of all they did to suppress it, would always be there.

Judy groaned as he sat her up, propping her up against a podium on the stage - it rarely seemed to be used as those presenting walked back and forth across the stage itself - to more easily tie off her ankles. As her ears flopped back, she groaned, eyelids fluttering, and Nick eyed the rabbit up dubiously.

"Getting a bit wakeful there, bunny? Ah, well, I've got something to take care of that."

Of course, he could not have her waking up again, not yet, but, as he'd said, that was easily fixable. Not caring for any disturbance that he might cause, he whistled contentedly to himself, pleased with his decision, as he took more time to prepare the rag of chloroform than he had earlier. That had required quick action, but there was a softness to the art of it, the sickly sweetness cloying as he tipped the bottle quickly, dosing the cloth with a fair amount, though he had to not allow it out into the air. It would be at its most potent when clamped over the mouth of a fur, just like Judy, but he didn't want it to affect his senses at all when, as a fox, he needed to be as sharp as ever.

It soaked the rag and he carefully folded the cloth over the wet patch, aware of the bunny twitching beside him, though they were still unconscious movements. All those tiny little movements, however, meant that she was coming closer and closer to wakefulness, something that he could not allow to happen with the soft sleep of the chloroform rag in paw and ready to go.

He slid Judy back down to the ground so that she was no longer propped up, though he did spare a moment to tickle her feet, enjoying just how she jerked away from him.

Cute bunny...

_ _

Nick would more than have his fill of that "cute bunny", however, in good time. Placing the rag gently but firmly over her face again, in such a way that there was to be no escape from it, he closed it over her mouth and the slits of her nostrils.

It had to be intoxicating to slip down, but Judy would never know intimately just how that second dose of chloroform affected her, how she outwardly gave an unconscious moan as she breathed it in. The fox licked his lips, attention rapt on her as if he could not possibly look away, but it would keep her out for the count for much longer, though not long enough to cause her any damage. Nick didn't want that and he was more than good enough at his job to ensure that that did not happen[[AV2]](#_msocom_2) .

"Take deep breaths, hoppers," Nick taunted, lips quirking. "Deep breaths... It's okay to breathe in... It's okay to give in to a predator..."

Her eyelids fluttered, though she hardly heard him, prey to the predator.

"Deeper again, bunny... That's a good bunners now... Deep, slow breaths... Take it all in..."

As the bunny's breathing slowed further, taking long, deep breaths, he watched her carefully, checking her pulse, her vitals. His fingers delicate tugged her eyelid up, checking for movement, until he was satisfied that she was deeply unconscious and would remain such for as long as was needed. All he needed to do was take the rag away and pack it carefully, ensuring that it would not leak where it was still damp.

The rope, well, that had to be tweaked if he was taking her with him and he spared a moment to tie her ankles together with a separate piece of rope, her feet squeezed together, side by side. With her paws tucked down to her sides, they gave the impression that she could do something about her situation, even if the positioning allowed him to see exactly where they were at all times - which would not have been the case if they had been tied behind her back. That would have been classic, yes, but he remembered the time that that dingo had squirmed out of bondage and clocked him one with a solid pow across the jaw, nearly wrecking a mission. If there was one thing that Nick did not do, it was make the same mistake twice.

The rope was neat and snug, almost as if he had designed her bondage to be intricate, though it was merely a demonstration of skill there and most certainly no more than that. Nick smiled to himself, quietly pleased with his work, the work of a predator.

"Looks like you'll be coming home with me, bunny. It won't be so bad for you, well... Not after you give in. But that's half the fun of it, isn't it?"

He chuckled again, shaking his head, hoisting her smaller frame easily up onto his shoulder, her bunny tail pointing to the ceiling as if she was trying to advertise her body in that moment. The curve of her round backside could not be denied, strong with muscle, and the fox let his fingers rest there, not caring for modesty or decency in the slightest as he carried her through the exhibition centre.

The next day, there would be a ruckus, an uproar, the next day when everyone uncovered that the mind control device had been stolen and, to a smaller extent, that some of the stands had been destroyed - but no one would find themselves much concerned about the mind control collar. Furs would say that it had been stolen for kink, for those "drugged up parties" that the inventor had suggested, even if that had not been the first and foremost use that the meerkat had had in mind for it. They would be glad that the technology was gone, even if there was some hushed speculation about what on earth such a thing could be used for.

Only if it was not in the paws of a criminal, they would be happy. And the inventor's patent remained, the ability to make a new device along the same lines that, frankly, no one in their sane mind wanted.

But the agencies did. They both knew that there was something there, something else that lurked in the device, something more that it could be used for. For the moment, it was the predator agency that had it in their control, Nick making his way out and reactivating the security systems again, all with the very fetching bunny on his shoulder. The feel of her resting there was soft and yet hard at the same time, her ears tickling his cheek and flopping down to his chest as he moved, the white flash of a grin on his muzzle something that should have struck fear into her heart. In her tight, cropped top, her breasts jiggled very faintly as he moved her at his will.

"We're going to have a lot of fun together bunny. Or, at least, I am."

Whether Judy would learn to like it or not was another question, but a world of possibilities opened up before Nick, the mind control collar safe in his paw. Her hind paws dangled down his back in such a way that he wished he could have teased and tickled them right then and there, though, alas, getting out of the exhibition hall in one piece was of more importance.

Later, he thought to himself. Yet he still had not decided what he wanted to do after deciding to not kill her. Maybe he'd work that way out on the way home.

The brush of his russet tail flicked merrily back and forth as he stalked out into the night, a softening bulge in his crotch reminding him of the tease that had lain in the hall itself.

It would not be so quick to go.

But now he had a bunny to play with.

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[[AV1]](#_msoanchor_1)Can we add a part showing Nick taking his foot off Judy's crotch and placing it on top of Judy's stomach?

AM: done - see above.

[[AV2]](#_msoanchor_2)Can we add a taunt from Nick after this paragraph and before the next one? He taunts at her to take deep breaths or telling her it's okay to breathe it in?

AM: added below.