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Nick Wilde was moving up in the world.

It had been a few years since he had earned his shiny police badge. Technically speaking, he was still at the same rank. Just a humble officer. But sometimes he got the impression he was impressing someone, somewhere. He must have been.

How else does a humble officer end up the solo security detail for the state governor?

Of course, there was an obvious component of optics at play. The first fox police officer (uniform carefully pressed) standing right beside the first fox to hold the office. It wasn't even that important an event - a sporting tournament Mz. Foxington was officially supposed to open, but had no real interest in sticking around for - but the photo op was too good to pass up.

That was just Nick's old-school cynicism talking, though. Beneath his practiced, calm exterior, he was kinda giddy about it.

He had been around too long to trust any politician as far as he could throw them. But from the moment she had greeted him with a smile and a warm handshake, and insisted he call her 'Diane', he could tell her erudite, compassionate, often wry demeanor wasn't just for the cameras. Her dress was a soft, professional pink, but it left her shoulders bare. Her necklace was perfectly appropriate for high office in a way her gleaming eyebrow piercing was not. She hadn't let the the office of governor change who she was, and that really caught Nick's attention.

When the press was buzzing around them, he did what he was supposed to - stay behind his sunglasses and look law-enforcement-y. But during the moments of peace, whether in her car or quiet corridors or even the thirty seconds of respite offered by an elevator, Diane was eager to actually talk to him. At first, he made one or two gags about how she was clearly fishing for his vote, but she was too persistent, too genuinely interested, for that to be anything more than a gag. Before long, she was calling him 'Nick'.

Everything went fine. Nick got the strong impression this was the kind of woman who didn't need an escort in the first place. Something about how she held herself, or maybe the intelligent gleam in her eye, or maybe the way she moved with the unique confidence of an acrobat... Whatever it was, she clearly didn't need his help. But she was happy to have his company, and that was a nice feeling. Very nice.

Just like that, they were back at her front door.

"Well, thanks for everything!" She wasted no time kicking off her heels. Her paws were just as elegant as the rest of her, not that Nick paid the slightest attention to anything like that. "Including the conversation. I was worried today was going to be incredibly dull, and thanks to you, it was anything but."

"Same to you, Diane. You're a lot more pleasant than the usual creeps, freaks, and weirdos I'm paid to stand behind. Oh, sorry. No offense to your fine, upstanding colleagues in government."

"You wanna talk colleagues?" She smirked, the light catching her eyebrow piercing. "I have access to every police department budget in the state. I know exactly where that taxpayer money is going."

"Yikes. Got me there. Glass houses, huh?"

"Something like that." Her smile, while still warm, became less ironic. "Which is why it's important to appreciate the good people when you're lucky enough to find them."

"Heh. Sure."

It wasn't just another joke. She kept her gaze on him. He had made the mistake of resting his sunglasses on his forehead, so he couldn't hide behind them. This vixen, so accomplished and yet so approachable, was watching him with a calm intensity. The silence between them grew-

-until it was interrupted by a small chirp from Nick's phone.

He checked it, but it was just an automated text. Nothing important. His attention instead went to the time display.

"Six oh one," he announced. "I guess my shift is officially over."

"Need to head back and debrief?"

"I would if anything had actually happened," said Nick, as he put his phone away, "but as it stands, Bogo's not gonna..."

He trailed off when she saw the look she was giving him. Lidded eyes and a knowing smirk.

"...Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering if my brave hero wanted some coffee."

She stepped to the side, beckoning him into her home in one graceful motion. Playful enough to be laughed off if he rejected it, or outright missed it.

Nick wasn't dense, though.

He offered a calm, professional smile. "Now I know you're just trying to get my vote."

A little shrug of those soft, bare shoulders. Her smirk didn't budge.

"But since you're offering," he said, crossing the threshold, "what's the harm?"

Forty minutes later, Nick was feeling the state governor's fangs nibbling his neck.

Her naked body was practically pinning his to her big, luxurious bed. Her motions were still playful, but that didn't mean they weren't intense. He exhaled loudly as she explored him with her paws, and her mouth.

He carefully returned the favour, feeling her exquisitely maintained fur - and the toned muscle hiding underneath it. "G-god. You are - in - phenomenal shape..."

She chuckled, fondling his chest and stomach with one warm hand. "Same to you, handsome."

"Yeah, but, I'm a cop. They beat this into me." He traced awed fingertips up along her thigh. "How does a career politician-?"

"Yoga," she lied.

Then, just to make doubly sure he didn't get too distracted, she kissed him.

Nick could only softly grunt, the sound lost against her lips. This woman did absolutely nothing by half-measures. The kiss itself was warm and wet. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, and her legs entwined with his. She left exactly enough space between their soft, orange bodies for his hardening cock, and not a whisker more.

Nick had no plans for the night. If she wanted to trap him here until sunrise, that was more than okay with him.

He kissed her back, starting the careful negotiation of two adults using tongue. The papers liked to tout Diane's 'youth', but she was no teenager. Neither was he. He rested one paw just above her tail and another on her fluffy cheek and the two of them settled into a pleasant, unhurried session.

Once she was satisfied - either with his own kiss, or his tasteful hand placement, or simply his lack of squirming - Diane loosened her grip a little. There was still absolutely no question of who was (literally) on top, but she resumed her earlier exploration. Nick felt a practiced hand playing with one of his ears, and responded with a low purr from deep in his chest.

They stayed like that for a while. Nothing but gentle strokes and quiet sounds of approval and one, unbroken kiss. When she finally did break it, Nick made sure to hold the gaze of those gorgeous, intelligent eyes.

"Didn't picture this is where our debates about tax policy would end up." The purr stayed in his voice, flavouring his words with a soft, sensual rumble. "Couldn't be happier about it."

Her full, soft, warm lips curled into a smirk. "I didn't drag you, naked, to my bed just on the strength of your ideas, I'm afraid."

"I'm wounded."

"And I didn't drag you, naked, to my bed," she said, in a purr matching his own, "just to lie here and kiss you all night."

Her paw wandered down. The inevitable happened, and Nick exhaled. Governor Diane Foxington was now caressing his dick.

Her motions were still confident, but slower and softer, really making the most of this first impression. Careful, clawed fingertips traced his tip and shaft and balls, mapping him out with delicate grace. Nick kept his thighs spread. He was entirely at her disposal.

"So," he said, his voice almost staying level even as his breathing deepened. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

Her fingers kept exploring him. Up and down, at a steady, unhurried pace. "Oh, I gave it a lot of thought-"

"While on the job?"

"What can I say? I'm a multitasker." She smiled at him, her fangs shining and perfect. "And now I know you look just as good under your uniform as I hoped... now that I've got my hands on what I was daydreaming about through those boring speeches..."

Diane gently squeezed him at the base of his shaft. But then she removed her hand.

"Well. I'm all about efficiency."

She still moved with that acrobatic confidence. Nick admired her motions as she pulled back, adjusted the entire angle of her body-

-and swung a soft, powerful thigh over his head.

Her warm pussy hovered half an inch about his nose. It was a pretty enthralling sight, especially so close, but Nick still felt it as her light fingers returned to his crotch.

"This seem like a good idea to you?"

"Absolutely." He stroked her legs, feeling the curve from her knees to her hips. "Ready when you are."

"Good boy," she purred.

Then she lowered her head and hips at the same time.

Nick was ready. He met her in a warm kiss, his lips on hers. Her taste didn't disappoint, nor did her scent, inescapable this close. He took hold of her hips, one paw on either side of her impressively toned rear, and got to work.

She, in turn, was typically industrious and talented. She started with a salvo of kisses up and down his shaft, tip to base. Once she was used to his taste, she guided him into her mouth. Her lips embraced him and her tongue cradled him and her fangs... Well, it wasn't his first time getting head from a fellow predator. Diane had all the right moves there, too.

Knowing he was in good hands, Nick could focus on the delightful task in front of him (or above him, as it were). He lapped at her, his tongue exploring her folds and revelling in her juices. He took his time, mapping her out physically while gauging her reactions. Tentative motions at her clitoris didn't produce much, but when Nick pressed his tongue deeper inside her, he earned a languid shiver and a low purr. That was where he should focus his efforts.

They soon had a rhythm. Diane slowly bobbed her head, taking almost his entire cock between those full, black lips. Her fingers settled comfortably across his innermost thigh fur, sometimes caressing his soft balls. Nick, meanwhile, kept drinking from her sweet pussy. He soon had a full picture of her folds, and where best to carefully drag his tongue.

The room was quiet except for soft, wet noises and the occasional muffled purr or moan. After a day full of travel and cameras and in-depth conversations, Nick felt truly blessed to just lie on his back and enjoy this. A gorgeous woman was making him feel good. Nothing else in life mattered.

The pleasure built slowly. Diane was efficient, sure, but she was also patient, setting a slow pace for their pleasure to build to. No matter how she dragged things out, though, they weren't going to stay like this all night. Although the vibe stayed soft and warm and quiet, they slid into an unspoken competition of sorts. Someone had to blink first.

Nick was mildly surprised to taste victory. Amid the other flavours on his tongue.

With another, stronger shiver, Diane detached from his crotch. Her back arched as she rode a rush of pleasure. "Thhhat's... good! Good. Very good." She firmly patted his thigh. "It's also enough foreplay. Unless you'd like to stay down there? Maybe for a week...?"

"Mmnh..." Nick detached too, more slowly. "Believe me, Mz. Governer, I'm totally at your disposal."

"There's a pleasant thought," she purred. "But as fun as it'd be to move you into my department... set up a little office area for you right under my desk..."

Nick felt a shiver run through him at the image. The first and only time a politician had sold him on a better future.

"...right now," she continued, as she changed position again, "I'm just thinking about the next few seconds."

Still lying on his back, Nick got a very, very good view of Diane's toned body from below. Her hips re-aligned with his, and she smiled.

"Ever cum inside a state governor, Officer Wilde?"

"No, ma'am..."

Her smile didn't budge. "Would you like to?"

"God, yes. ...Ma'am."

"Good."

A soft, confident hand took hold of him, silky fingers wrapping around his base. Diane spread her knees further apart, lowering herself towards her prize. Deciding to indulge in some delightful frustration, she deliberately missed, letting his cock pass in front of her. Then, when her body was settled atop his, she let his shaft nestle against her warmth. Nick exhaled slowly as she very, very gently ground against him, her wet lips giving him a taste of what was just moments away.

She traced a finger along his side. "You look so ready..."

"I am."

"You gonna give me everything? Knot me, the works?"

Nick swallowed thickly. By now, his head was buzzing with lust, and it took all his self-control to lie back and wait like a good boy. "If you want...!"

"I do." Calm, confident, and certain. The breathiness in her voice was hard to detect, but he caught it. "And what I want-"

She rose again. This time, they were perfectly aligned.

"I take."

Diane sank herself down, and then Nick was inside her.

Her walls were as exquisite as the rest of her. He didn't expect any less, but the sensation still stole his breath. It was clear from her satisfied expression, and the low sound of pleasure resonating in her throat, that he continued to meet her standards too.

She slid her paws up his chest, settling herself comfortably. "Let's... just..." Those gorgeous hips wiggled lightly, every slight brush of fur adding to the bliss. "There," she sighed, finding an angle she liked and drifting down even further.

Nick took hold of her waist, less to steady her movements and more to steady his own pounding heart. Her fur welcomed him, almost as warmly as her pussy. "Yeah," he said, firmly agreeing with everything they were both now too lost in the moment to say. "Y-yeah..."

At first, her motions were subtle. So subtle, he thought she was still just finding the right spot. It soon became obvious that there was purpose to her actions, as ever. She was testing him out, getting a feel for how his cock fit and moved within her. Thorough but pleasant. Very much her style.

Diane bent down in one graceful motion, meeting him in a kiss. Her warm lips met his, and her fingers played with his fur, and her chest pressed against him - all very enjoyable sensations which felt even better when she was also riding his dick. Nick moaned softly into her mouth, feeling his hips buck instinctively.

"That's it..." Diane peppered him with kisses, and when she wasn't tasting him, she was purring encouragement into his ear. Soft and relentless and sweet and inescapable. "I want to feel you, Nick... I want to feel all of you..."

"Oh, fuck..."

"C'mon, now, don't hold back..." Her hands slid smoothly up his neck to cup his cheeks. "Unless... Oh, I see. You wanna hear me beg, is that it?"

Nick's eyes widened - and inside Diane's pussy, he twitched hard. "That's, uh-!"

"Here I thought you were a nice, sweet, trustworthy guy..." Still in the same confident tone, but with a hint of a whine edging in. "But I'd bet you'd really get off if you heard me whimper, huh?"

"G-god!"

"Is that what you want? To reduce the state governor to a needy, whining-?"

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck," said Nick, as his knot finally came free.

Diane, sure enough, made a very interesting noise when it happened. It wasn't quite a whine, or a yelp, but it was much too close to both of those things for the public to ever hear. Nick tried to remember and savour that privilege as closely as the other intimate access he was currently enjoying.

After blinking for a second or two, she adjusted to the new presence in her snatch. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, that works..." Her expression melted back into a smile, but he didn't fail to notice she now looked a lot less controlled. "That's what I need..."

"Happy to provide." He leaned up and kissed her. She threw her arms around his shoulders and they negotiated with their hips for a while, ensuring it was a comfortable fit for both of them.

Once they were settled, Nick knew what he had to do. She clearly enjoyed teasing him. Frankly, who wouldn't? He knew he was fun to tease. But if she wanted something warm and soft in her bed, she could easily buy a fox plushie. If she wanted a knot in her pussy, only moving when she made it move, there were purchases that could scratch that itch as well.

No, Diane Foxington wanted to have sex. His shift may have ended, but his work was far from done.

First, he ensured he still had a good grip on her waist - judging from how her thighs were wrapped tight around him, she had no objections to their position. From there, he pressed his hips against her in a first, experimental thrust. The warm, wet friction from her walls was amazing, and the movement earned him a deep purr of appreciation. He repeated it. The third one was a little faster and a little deeper.

"Mmmh..." She cuddled tight against him, nuzzling his neck. "That's it... Make me feel good..."

After so long taking the lead - drawing him into her home, then her bedroom, stripping him and pinning him and stopping just short of chaining him to the bed - now it seemed Diane was content to lie down and coast on her pleasure. That suited Nick just fine. After so long as a passive (if very eager) plaything, it felt thrilling to have full reign of her gorgeous body.

His hands began to drift to her toned ass. He fully explored her curves as he continued to move inside her. She nestled against his soft chest and purred out her approval. Her eyes were shut, with her full lips curled into a satisfied smile.

This meant he was doing a good job, but it also looked like she might fall asleep. Nick took a deep breath, getting an enticing lungful of her scent while he did. Then he picked up the pace.

Her pussy felt so good against his knot, squeezing him tight with every motion. Diane sucked in a breath too, and her purr began to sound almost like a growl. Her hands, which had relaxed, took two fistfuls of his fur. Seeing a reaction like that made him pump faster, which in turn made her react more. Nick always loved the delicious feedback loop good sex frequently became, and he loved sharing it with a woman this beautiful and confident.

Her little rest didn't last long. Soon she was wiggling her hips; first as an instinctive response to the motion in her snatch, then as a deliberate attempt to heighten the feeling for them both. When her back began to arch, he knew he was making good progress. Bringing them both exactly where they needed to go.

"Yes... God, yes..." Hearing her voice in his ear was all the encouragement he would ever need. She held him tight as her lower body rode his shaft. "Fuck me, Nick...!"

He did. He kept pumping her, every thrust sending raw pleasure up his spine. Every part of the experience - her scent, her taste, the warmth of her breath and fur and pussy - was almost overwhelming him. Nick didn't think it could get better, but it did. Diane's earlier comments hadn't just been a (successful) attempt to tease him. They were also a tacit admission of what she did when she came.

Diane whimpered.

At first, it was so quiet Nick thought he imagined it. Especially with so much other stimulus to command his attention. A tiny noise, which he only caught because it was practically inside his ear.

Then his knot went deeper, rubbing her sensitive flesh in just the right way, and her breath caught a little. When she exhaled, it was definitely in the form of a soft little whine.

Nick had been almost intoxicated by this situation, but one of his skills - survival mechanisms, really - was getting real sober real fast. "Hey? You okay?"

"Don't stop..."

Her breathy voice smoothed away any tension that might have crept into his body, but he still did his due diligence. Or tried to. "Seriously, I can-"

"Don't stop, Nick, please...!"

Her fingers bunched desperately in his fur. She ground against him, begging for the thrusting motion he had trailed off from.

"I need it," she whimpered. The most heartfelt and convincing tone he had ever heard from any politician. "I need it, baby, I'm so close..."

Her pussy, proving the point, twitched hard. The motion jolted Nick's entire shaft, producing a dizzying spike of pleasure.

"Don't stop now! Just... just...!" Diane clung tight and let out another whine, naked in its neediness.

There was a dark little part of Nick that did, in fact, want to prolong this. The sounds she was making were pressing buttons he hadn't known he had. But because they were turning him on so much, and because he wasn't one to leave a lady waiting, Nick returned to his duty. He started to thrust again, harder and faster than before.

Diane rode his cock and made a variety of fun noises, panting and purring and yipping and yelping. Nick's work began in silence, but soon, he was letting out a low purr himself. There was no room in his brain for wondering about what he sounded like, or what his expression looked like, or whether digging his fingers this firmly into a sitting governor's ass was illegal. (She seemed to like it just fine.) All he focused on was his dick in her pussy. All he thought about was making her cum.

Her toned arms squeezed him and her tail went wild and her moans pitched up sharply as he succeeded.

Diane's orgasms were as extravagant as the rest of her. As she buried her face in his neck, it felt like her whole body was moving - but especially her walls, which squeezed him powerfully, almost fiercely. Nick knew he couldn't hold out, and made no attempt to. He sank back on the back, exhaling loudly, and surrendered a huge load. She fulfilled her promise. He was cumming inside the state governor.

The louder, more exotic noises faded from the room until it was just the sound of two foxes breathing heavily. Both of them lay almost limply, doing nothing to distract each other from the fireworks show at their joined hips. Nick's balls continued to steadily empty. Diane's pussy continued to draw in every drop he had. They wordlessly basked in it, drawing in breaths flavoured by their shared sweat.

Finally, their bodies settled into gentle stirring, and then, stillness. Nick wasn't sure how long he lay there, underneath Diane's body, feeling her chest pressing against his with every breath. He just knew that, in a few moments, he would drift into a gentle and fulfilling sl-

"Eyes open, officer!"

Nick hadn't even realized he had closed them. He was met with the sight of Diane's smiling face, right over his own. Fully recovered.

"That was excellent, handsome. I mean it." She scratched his ear with one hand while cupping his cheek with another. "Unless you disagree?"

"God, no." He willed his arms up, taking hold of her smooth, impressive hips again. "You're amazing."

"I try."

With that, she met him with a firm, wet kiss. Nick settled comfortably, happy to return it. His knot seemed to fit her perfectly, providing a steady source of quieter, post-climax pleasure.

When she broke the kiss, her expression had changed. "Now, then. That was a good start, Officer Wilde, buuuut..."

"But what? You have more adorable little noises to show me?"

She laughed darkly. "I'm going to make you regret those words, boy."

Diane pinned him to the bed with another kiss, and Nick braced himself for a challenging, but rewarding, night.