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This story was written for Silvergatomon as Day #23 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Spanking and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults, spanking play, and features characters from the world of Zootopia.

Finnick Earns a Spanking

"I swear to God, Wilde, you make one joke about how I'm into diapers, or fucking start treating me like a baby, and I'll c-mmnh!"

Nick chuckled and heard Finnick gasp as he stuck the fennec's pacifier into his muzzle, cutting him off abruptly.

"Yeah, Finn. I know. You'll tear my throat out and string my guts behind your van like you're driving the worlds most terrifying couple away from their wedding. But, can we just skip the dramatics this time? You know I'm not gonna do that to you. No matter how adorable you are in your elephant suit, my precious lil' Toot Toot."

Finnick's eyes bulged, and he snarled savagely through his pacifier while not making any attempt to remove it. Before he could do anything more to react though, he yelped, almost dropping the pacifier to the ground but gripping it between his front teeth, as Nick scooped him off the floor in the back of his van and gently but firmly laid the much smaller fennec down across the tan fabric of his pants' lap.

"Fuck you, Nick! I told you to ask before you pick me u-a-aahhhhhhh!!"

Growling in genuine frustration and embarrassment, Finnick's attempt at chiding the fox was cut short as Nick pulled his right hand back, flexed his fingers, and swung it down hard. A resounding clap echoed through the back of the van alongside Finnick's first pained, shocked cry as Nick spanked the fennec fox through his purple onesie costume.

"That's for threatening to bite me. You know that's not acceptable behaviour, Finn."

Nick muttered in a cool, matter of fact tone, patting the fennec's ass gently before withdrawing his hand, drawing a strained yelp from Finnick.

"N-no, please I-"

Before the fennec could even try to apologise though, the hand swung down again, the sound of the impact even sharper and Finnick's howling cry of pain even more strangled and urgent even through the pacifier partially plugging his maw.

"That's for cursing at your friend. You need to be more considerate of people's feelings."

The elephant-costumed fennec whimpered and craned his neck around to regard the fox pleadingly, tears in his eyes.

"I... I know. Nick. I know, and I'm sorry. Please. I know I fucked up, please don't spank me a-aaaahahhhhhhhhhh!"

Three times in rapid succession Nick's hand rained down on Finnick's rump in punishment for cursing after being specifically told not to, the smaller male thrashing, kicking, fighting to get free but utterly helpless as he was held down by Nick's free paw over the fox's lap.

"Stop struggling, Finnick."

Nick warned his friend, but the fennec kept squirm and whimpering, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Finnick."

Nick spoke calmly but with stone-cold seriousness, the most parental tone he could possibly muster, a voice that would have made Chief Bogo nervous to disobey. Yet still in his frustration and the lingering ache of pain within his backside, Finnick childishly failed to listen. He only regretted it when the latest spank landed across his ass, not followed immediately by another but ten seconds later after the ache from the previous one had really started to set in. Another rained down ten seconds after that, and another, and another after those. A strained sob escaped the fennec fox as he mindlessly, wordlessly gurgled and shook his head, tears flowing freely down his face as he sucked on the pacifier just to try and not make even more of an absolute fool of himself by begging or cursing yet again.

And yet as much as he wept, and as much as the genuine pain made his whole lower body ache and beg for sincere relief, it was in the midst of that latest round of spanks that Nick felt what he had been waiting for all this time. The definite touch, the pressure, the stiffness, of Finnick's erection against his inner right thigh where the fennec fox was sprawled across him.

"Admit it, Finn. You're not a tough guy at all. Listen to you. Crying like a cub because you got spanked by a bigger mammal who knows what's best for you."

Nick spoke, and grinned as Finnick huffed a snort of derision out through his nose, but which was turned into an adorable toot thanks to the costume elephant nose wrapped around his own. Nevertheless, that earned the fennec fox yet another forceful spank, Nick's own hand tingling with discomfort at the force of the impact, and the fox reminding himself how many times Finnick had gone over what he wanted... what he needed from Nick as a pang of guilt tore through him at the sound of his friend's pain.

Finnick needed Nick to be strong. To be in charge. To not take his shit, no matter what.

Remembering that, Nick swept his hand down and sparked Finnick yet again. The pacifier popped out at the unexpected extra spank, and after he howled in pain, Finnick whirled his head around, eyes red and streaming.

"The fuck was that one for?!"

Nick's eyes narrowed. Finnick slapped a paw over his mouth and shook his head.

"I... I mean... no.... n-no, Nick! Please! Please!!"

So began almost a minute of constant spanking, one strike after the next. It only stopped a few seconds early because Nick though he was genuinely going to hurt his wrist if he didn't back off, and by that point Finnick was such a howling, spasming wreck that had it not been for the rapidly pulsing stiffness of the fennec's cock against his leg, and the wet spot already soaking through both onesie and Nick's pant leg, Nick would have been appalled at himself for what he was doing to this man he cared for so, so much. The thought of any kid having to endure this sort of punishment, of any parent wanting or feeling like they were doing the right thing by inflicting it, frankly turned the fox's stomach. But this was different, because Finnick wasn't a cub no matter how he was dressed. He was a grown man who made his own choices, and he had asked... no, he had begged Nick to do this for him dozens of times now.

The fennec sobbed and trembled, limp and broken over Nick's knees. He sniffled and wept openly, and Nick wanted so badly to be done as he heard no more retorts, no more insults or curses coming from the fennec fox. But, he could still feel Finnick's cock pulsing against his leg. He could still feel the rock hard length of his friend's arousal, desperate and as yet unsatisfied.

Nick took a deep breath, smiled wryly to himself, and with just a few words got the man before him to earn all the additional spankings he could ever have needed.

"By the way, Finn, where's the baby powder? Your mommy didn't tell me where everything's kept, and I'm gonna need to change your sweet lil' daipey after this."

Finnick froze. A deep, guttural snarl escaped his throat, and he almost actually managed to pull free of Nick's lap as he flailed and thrashed towards the fox's upper body.

"God_fucking dammit! _, Wilde! You fucking take it back, you know I'm not into..."

His voice trailed off.

His eyes bulged.

He shook his head.

"Nick. You can't... t-that was... that was your fault! You fucking provoked me, dude!"

Nick flexed his hand in full view of Finnick's wide, tearful eyes. The fennec fox yelped and began to struggle.

"No, man. No! No no no! Please! Please I'll do anything! Anything! Just d-nmnhhhaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

Without mercy, without restraint, Nick spanked Finnick as hard as he possibly could, using his greater size and longer arms to full advantage for maximum impact in the most literal sense. Yet even as Finnick erupted into a cacophony of pained, humiliated yelping and sobbing, Nick could feel the fennec's hips starting to jerk against his lap. He could feel Finnick's cock pulsating with every stinging impact laid upon his ass, and he could hear the shrill, howling cries of his friend and lover reaching a crescendo of pain before beginning to take on a new tone. A strangled, almost disbelieving whimper of quivering, irresistible pleasure entangled alongside the agony of the fierce spanking.

"You're never gonna learn..."

Nick growled in frustration as he spanked Finnick over and over again, grinning despite his attempts at sternness as the keening, shrill notes of pleasure in Finnick's cries began to build.

"You and your filthy muzzle are never gonna stop being bad."

He grunted, feeling Finnick's whole body spasm and hearing a grunt of pure ecstasy cut through the other man's pain for a moment before his latest spank landed and forced Finnick's mind to handle both barrages of sensation at once.

"I'm gonna have to spank you till your ass is raw."

Nick warned, trembling, growling under his breath, his own cock rapidly hardening by this point as Finnick wailed wordlessly in a manner that could have sounded like either a plea for mercy, or someone begging more affirmatively.

"And then I'll have to come back tomorrow, and the next day, and all week. Every time you're done with work, you won't get to relax. You won't get to rest. It'll just be spankings day after day, until you finally learn to listen, Finnick!"

Another barrage of rapid-fire spanks followed that threat of countless more spankings to come, and Nick grinned from ear to ear as he heard Finnick scream in anguish edged with pure joy.

"N-no!! Please!!"

He spanked the onesie-wrapped fennec again, and again, and again.

"No! I c-caa-aaaaaahhhhh, can't take it! Please, Nick! It's too much! Stop!! I need you to stop, I... I..."

One more impact, one more echoing slap that rang around the interior of the van, and Nick felt the fennec fox's cock lurch. He felt Finnick spasm, watched the smaller male throw his head back, and listened to the sudden transformation of his supremely kinky friend's tone.

" Yes!"

Hot ribbons of cum painted the inside of Finnick's adorable elephant onesie. The abundant rush, far more than seemed as though it should have been possible from Finnick's compact balls, soaked through the soft cotton fabric and oozed out through the material of Nick's own pants. Nick snarled happily, triumphantly, and swept his hand down to slap across both Finnick's cheeks one more time to seal the deal.

"_ Ahhhhhgodfuck!! Fuuuuuuuuuauuauaahhhhhhhhfuckyesssssssssssssss! _"

The fennec's whole body shook like a leaf. His hips ground forward against Nick's leg as his cock twitched and spurted again and again and again. His eyes rolled back. His whole body burned like a white hot star about to implode. Every drop of pain was now pleasure. Every instant of agony pure, sweet, mindless rapture. It was everything. It was the most extreme and potent pleasure Finnick knew how to grant himself, and there was only one person in all of Zootopia he trusted enough to help him attain it.

Finnick climaxed for over a solid minute, almost passing out in the process. When finally he stopped he was so exhausted, so overwhelmed and frankly so blanked-out by the intensity of his orgasm that for a while, he really didn't remember anything.

The first clear memory that the fennec fox did have was feeling a tongue against his face. The warm, wet roughness of Nick's tongue licking at his cheeks, wiping away the salty trails of his tears. Instinctively, Finnick opened his mouth and reached out with both hands, finding Nick's face before his vision could even clear. The larger fox growled happily and welcomed the shared kiss that began an instant later. Their tongues teased and flicked across one another, and Finnick only broke it with a soft whimper of embarrassment when he felt one of Nick's hands cupping his crotch, playfully, purposefully rubbing the cum-stained fabric of his onesie back into his sheath and still rigid, swollen-knotted but temporarily spent cock.

"C'mon man... let me take it off. Don't make even more of a mess."

Finnick chuckled weakly, only to whimper and blush as Nick grinned and shook his head.

"Nah. I think you're gonna keep it on. All warm and sticky. You love it."

The fennec's cheeks burned crimson. He didn't deny it. Nick chuckled, and licked him across the muzzle, before gently bumping his nose to the fennec's own and taking on a slightly more serious expression as their eyes met.

"Hey, Finn? This is me checking in. Seriously. You good?"

Finnick rocked his hips forward gently, pushing his cum-coated crotch against the fox's hand still gently cupping him. He growled softly, but his smile was utterly sincere, eyes bright despite their blood-shot appearance as he met Nick's gaze in return.

"I'm good, man. Real good. Thank you."

Nick nodded, but as he stroked the side of Finnick's face with one hand, his eyes and voice continued to ring with honest tenderness.

"Okay, bud. I love you."

Finnick opened his muzzle to make fun of Nick for being such a sap. For getting all lovey-dovey over some spanking kink-play. Then he closed it again. He frowned.

The whole reason he could do this, the whole reason any of this was possible, was because he knew that Nick would never, ever really hurt him. Because he could be completely helpless, completely vulnerable around Nick, and still feel completely safe.

He smiled.

He looked up into Nick's warm, bright eyes, and whimpered happily.

"I love you too, Nick."

Finnick saw the shock on Nick's face. The surprise. The wonder.

The fox had said it to him dozens of times before after sessions like this, and other times they'd fooled around.

He'd never said it back.

Not once, until just now.

Finnick blushed as he saw tears welling up in the corners of Nick's eyes, and he reached up to wipe one away as it trickled down the fox's left cheek.

"You never cried before you met that bunny, y'know."

Finnick teased gently, only able to maintain total sincerity for so long.

The fox blushed, but snorted with laughter and nodded.

"Yeah, it's all Judy's fault."

Nick's own eyes twinkled playfully as he spoke, and his free hand curved around behind Finnick's body to ever so gently cup the fennec's sensitive, thoroughly spanked ass.

"But, she's not here right now. So... guess I'm gonna have to find someone else to blame."

Ever, ever so gently, Nick patted Finnick's ass. The fennec yelped bashfully, more at the idea of being spanked again than any actual discomfort from that slightest of touches. He whimpered, and chuckled softly to the fox.

"Help me out of this onesie, and put some cream on my ass so I can sit down tomorrow to drive, then I'll make it up to you. A dirty muzzle like mine is good for more than just earning spankings, right?"

Nick grinned, giving Finnick's crotch one last squeeze before lifting both hands and starting to unfasten the front of his dear friend's onesie.

"After what I just did to you, Finn? And, especially after what you just said to me? A dirty muzzle is exactly what my cock needs."

By Jeeves

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