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Nick Wilde was busy packing his bags when his wife Judy came in their bedroom. He smiled at her, thinking about how lucky he was to have her in his life. They'd been married now for almost two years, and Judy was now pregnant with their first child. It had been very difficult for the mixed species couple to conceive, but it had finally happened and Nick was looking forward to being a father.

"Hey, Carrots," he said. "Have you seen my badge? I can't find it anywhere."

"It's out on the kitchen table, Nick," said the rabbit. "You want me to go get it for you?"

"No, no," said Nick. "I don't want you to do anymore than you have to," said the fox. He left the room but quickly returned and put the badge on the ZPD uniform he was wearing.

"There we are," said Nick. "I think that just about does it for everything I need to pack."

"You're really looking forward to the Police Officer's Convention, aren't you?" said Judy.

"Sure am," said Nick, zipping up his suitcase. "I wish you could go with me, Carrots."

"So do I," said Judy, looking down at her expanded belly. "The doctor didn't want me to fly, so I'm just going to stay here."

"You gonna be okay here by yourself?" said Nick.

"I'll be fine," said Judy. "Besides, my parents are going coming for a visit in a few days, so it's not like I'll be lonely."

"That's good of them to come see you," said Nick. "I'm sure they're looking forward to becoming grandparents, aren't they?"

"My Mom's already making a baby blanket for our future kid," said Judy. "In fact, she's making two; a blue one if it's a boy, a pink one if it's a girlf."

Nick laughed. "Tell her to save the other one. Hopefully this won't be the last one we ever have."

"That's what I'm hoping," said Judy, putting her arms around her husband's waste and hugging him briefly. "So, why'd they decide to have the convention in Indianapolis this year?"

"Don't know," said Nick. "But it'll be nice to see a city I've never been to before."

"Too bad it's not Memorial Day weekend," said Judy. "You could have gone to the Indy 500 too."

"Nah," said Nick. "I'm no racing fan."

The fox picked up his suitcase just as he heard a car horn honking outside. "Looks like my cab's here," he said. He embraced his wife one more time, giving her a kiss before he left. "Love you, Carrots."

"Love you too, Nick," she said, walking with him to the front door of the house. "Have a good time."

"I'm sure I will," said Nick. "I'm sure I will."

Nick walked out the door and waved good-bye to his wife. He turned around so she couldn't see the sly, vulpine grin he had on his face.

Nick's flight to Indianapolis had been right on time. During the flight he looked around the plane to see if he recognized any of his fellow officers. He counted only a few from the Zootopia Police Department who were on board. In truth, there had been very little interest in ZPD to go to the convention because it was a week long and Chief Bogo had issued a notice to the entire department that stated that any officer wishing to attend the convention in Indianapolis would be required to use their vacation time. With many of the officers only having two weeks of vacation until they had put in five years in the department, many had no intention of giving up half of that time to attend a convention across the country.

When there was only half an hour left until landing, Nick got out his cell phone and played around with it. Until that point, he'd been content reading the magazine he'd bought at the airport bookstore, but now there was some business that he needed to take care of that was very important to him.He grinned as he finished his business on the phone and put it back in his pocket.

"There we go," said Nick. "Now I just have to wait a little bit longer."

The plane landed smoothly and Nick got off the plane and quickly found a taxi cab to take him to him to the Embassy Suites in downtown Indianapolis. He had lucked out big time in getting to the city before rush hour traffic. The cabbie, a short gray wolf with a gravely voice decided to strike up a conversation.

"So," said the wolf. "You must be part of that police officer's convention they're having at the Embassy, right?"

Nick laughed. "Did my uniform give that away?"

The cabbie cackled. "Maybe just a little bit. I see you're all the way over from Zootopia. You like living there?"

"I certainly do," said Nick. "Got a wonderful job on the force, a wife, and a kids on the way."

"That so?" said the cabbie. "Well, congratulations. Is it your first?"

"Uh huh," said Nick. "My wife and are really excited, and kind of nervous too."

"I know what you mean," said the cabbie. "Got four of my own. Oldest one 's graduating from college this year and the youngest one's gonna be thirteen."

"You like being a father, don't you?" said Nick.

"Wouldn't trade my four pups for anything," said the wolf. "Sure they can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I love 'em for than anything."

"And your wife?" said Nick, noticing that they were almost to the front entrance of the Embassy Suites.

"Ah," said the cabbie, shaking his head. "She's a real ball buster at times, but I love her too. You just gotta learn how to deal with her. Trick is to make sure you get some time away from her."

Nick grinned. "I couldn't agree more with you."

The cabbie stopped in front of the hotel and Nick paid his fare and added to that a twenty dollar tip for the cabbie, who thanked him and wished him a good time at the convention. Nick took his suitcase from out of the taxi's trunk and closed it back up. He grabbed hold of the suitcase handle and rolled it inside to the lobby. Looking around, he saw the place was swarming with police officers. There were cops of every imaginable species and from all over the country. Nick read some of city names of the departments; Boston, Newark, Boise, Dallas, Minneapolis . . . it looked like at least one cop from every city in the United States had converged here for the convention.

Nick went up to the front desk to check in. A gazelle dressed in a hotel uniform came up to assist Nick.

"Can I help you, sir?" he asked Nick.

"Reservation for Nick Wilde from Zootopia," said the fox.

The gazelle got on the hotel's computer, checking that there was indeed a reservation for such a person. "Ah, here we are. Nick Wilde of Zootopia," he said. "Here's your room key card, Mr. Wilde. Your room is C23 on the third floor. I hope you enjoy your stay here at the Embassy and the convention."

Nick took the key card. "I'm sure I will," he said.

Nick got on the elevator with several other guests, mostly police officers, and rode to the third floor where his room was. The elevator dinged, opening the door to his floor. Nick rolled his suitcase past an Embassy Suites employee who was busy vacuuming the hall floor. He looked at the room numbers, seeing which direction he needed to go to locate his room and determined he needed to go left.

"C17, C18, C19, C20, C21, C22. Ah, here we are; C23," said the fox. He inserted the card into the slot on the handle and watched the little LED light go from red to green. He opened the door and turned the sign on the handle to read DO NOT DISTURB and quickly shut it. His room was an ordinary hotel room, with a single bed, mini fridge, table and two chairs, a nightstand with an alarm clock and a bathroom with a sink, shower and toilet. He threw his suitcase up on the bed.

"Finally," he said as he unzipped the suitcase. "Time to get this out of sight."

Nick stripped off his police uniform and put on a pair of blue jeans and t shirt and folded his uniform up. He put his uniform in the suitcase and brought out a bag with some choice items that he had brought for the week. He opened up the bag to check on them.

"Still there," said Nick. "Now I just gotta wait and see who responds."

Nick threw his suitcase in the closet of his room and laid down on the bed. He reached over to the nightstand where he'd put his cell phone while he was changing back into civilian clothing. He turned it on and touched the email icon to see if he had any messages. He counted five new messages and decided to look through all of them.

"Nope," said Nick looking at the first email. The fox scowled as he read the first four messages. He was completely dissatisfied with them. Letting out a snort of derision, he looked at the final message and his demeanor abruptly changed to bright and cheery. He messaged the person back.

"Hey, love what I'm seeing. Come to the Embassy Suites downtown. I'm in room C23 on the third floor. I have everything I promised I would."

Nick waited and a few minutes later got a response back from the person saying they would be there in half an hour. Nick rubbed his paws in excitement before turning the television on for something to watch and to get some noise that would block out the sound of the outside urban environment seeping into his room. He turned it to the weather channel and listened to the cool jazz that the station always seemed to play when giving the local weather report. It was all he could do to remain calm waiting for the person who said they were coming. He kept looking at the alarm clock, thinking that time was dragging ever so slowly, but reminded himself that good things come to those who wait.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNCOK!

Nick jumped off the bed and ran over to the door open it. Out in the hotel's hall stood a young, good looking male fox who appeared to be an inch or two shorter than himself. Nick grinned, happy that the fox had showed when he said he would.

"Come in," said Nick. "Thanks for coming."

"You said you were generous," said the younger fox. "And that you had party favors."

"I do indeed have both," said Nick. "What's your name. How old are you? I'm Nick and I'm thirty-three."

"Brandon, and I'm eighteen," said the younger fox. "Hey, when I went through the lobby I noticed this place is swarming with cops. What's up with that?"

"There's a police officer's function down in the convention center basement," said Nick.

"Oh," said Brandon. "You a cop?"

"Um, well yes, but . . ."

"No thanks," said Brandon, turning tail. "I'm outta here."

"Wait, wait," said Nick, trying to get Brandon to stop. The young fox turned around and glared at Nick, angry for having him waste his time. "Look, I'm a cop, but I'm all the way from Zootopia, so I'd say I'm a little out of my jurisdiction here in Indianapolis, aren't I?"

"I guess," said Brandon, still suspicious of Nick's motives.

"Plus," said Nick. "I was the one who posted that Craigslist ad, so you'd probably have a good case to argue entrapment, even if I was to go get one of the local cops, but I don't wanna do that. Trust me, I don't want to do that."

"Okay," said Brandon. "So, this isn't a bust, right?"

"Right," said Nick. "Brandon, let me tell you about my situation right now. I don't care about that convention going on downstairs at all. Not one little bit. My wife is expecting our first kid and she's not interested in having sex right now because she said ever since she got into her second trimester it stopped being enjoyable."

"I see," said Brandon.

"Not only that," said Nick. "She doesn't know that I have a thing for guys, so that's my reason for being here this week in your fine city. I plan on spending the whole week here in my room looking for cute young guys like you."

"Okay," said Brandon. "Do you have the stuff you said you did?"

"Right here," said Nick, holding up the small bag. "You wanna see it?"

"Uh huh," said Brandon. The eighteen year old fox watched as Nick unzipped the small bag and pulled out a plastic bag that held some white, powdery substance.

"Holy fuck," said Brandon. "Where'd you get the snow?"

Nick grinned. "Off a suspect I busted. I told him that with that much weight on him, he was looking at Federal time for sure. He really wasn't though. He told me if I let him go, he would let me have it, and he would just pay back his distributor."

"He let you just take it?" said Brandon.

"In exchange for letting him walk," said Nick. "Thing is, if the guys he worked for found out that he got busted, they'd be looking to shut him up, and maybe his family too. They're not to keen on letting their guys stay alive for fear they might rat them out for a reduced sentence. Plus, they have ways of getting to you in prison and sinking a shank into the back of your head."

"Lucky you," said Brandon, now more receptive to Nick's invitation. "Guess I lucked out today, didn't I?"

"Guess so," said Nick, grinning. "But looking at you, I say I lucked out too. Now, let's get the party started, shall we?"

Brandon went over to the table with Nick. The older fox opened up the plastic bag and poured two small piles of cocaine on the table. Reaching into the bag that he'd taken the cocaine out of, he retrieved a razor blade and made two neat little lines; one for him and one for Brandon. He pulled out his wallet and removed a fifty dollar bill, making the bank note into the form of a straw.

"Your the guest, so you go first," said Nick, handing the eighteen year old Brandon the rolled up fifty. Brandon stuck one end of the rolled up bill into his nose and put the other end on the table. He snorted up his line of coke and gave the bill to Nick, who promptly consumed his share. The two foxes looked at each other and could feel their hearts were beating faster from the stimulant they'd just ingested. Not only had their hear rates increased, both foxes could feel their cocks growing harder and harder.

"Let's get these clothes off," said Nick, almost tearing his clothes off his body.

Both foxes were naked in no time and were rolling around on the hotel room bed, licking at each others' faces. Nick had wanted this for so long. He loved his wife and knew that he would certainly love the child they would soon have, but he had certain needs that Judy just couldn't satisfy, and telling her about them would only upset her. Being far away from her, here in Indianapolis with an eighteen year old male fox, she didn't have to find out what Nick was rally up to. Nick reminded himself that ignorance was bliss.

"Damn," said Nick as Brandon licked his face. "You're fucking hot, Brandon."

"Thanks," said Brandon in between licks. "You're pretty good looking yourself."

Nick had managed to maintain a pretty good physique and wasn't ashamed to show it off for someone like Brandon. The older fox, still feel Brandon's tongue across his face, could feel his need for release and decided to do something about it.

"You like sucking cock, Brandon?" said Nick.

"Fuck yeah, I do," he said, stopping his licking. "You suck cock too?"

"Sure do," said Nick. "You mind sucking first?"

With both of them driven wild by the coke, Nick moaned out loud as the eighteen year old Brandon went down on him, giving his dick a good, wet, slobbery sucking. The young fox had sucked his fair share of cocks, but Nick's was longer, thicker than any he'd previously serviced, and he'd never sucked on one while being high on coke, but it had been his wish to try it out one day, and now he knew he'd made the right decision. Nick, needing to bust a nut, took his paws and brought Brandon's head down on his cock as he bucked his hips, face-fucking the younger male. Brandon didn't mind at all, if anything, he just wanted it rougher and rougher with every second that passed.

"Fuck," growled Nick as he felt his cock shoot his juice into the younger fox's maw. Nick didn't take anytime to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm, deciding instead to repay the favor Brandon had just done for him. The young fox squirmed around on the bed as Nick took in his shorter cock. It was clear to him that this older Zootopia cop certainly knew his way around a penis, as he knew just the right spots to lick and suck to get the highest stimulation, and just as Nick had done, he took his paws and slammed the older fox's head up and down. It had been too long for Nick since he last did this and that made it all the more enjoyable. He sucked away harder than he ever had on a cock in his life, wanting to taste the young fox's cum.

"Shit," said Brandon, clenching his teeth. He slammed Nick's head down violently, but the older fox was bothered since he was now tasting Brandon's seed erupting into his mouth. Nick kept sucking even after Brandon was drained, hoping to get more out of him. The young fox giggled from the over-stimulation, so Nick decided that was enough.

"That feel alright to you?" asked Nick.

"God damn," said Brandon. "Getting head when you've just done a line is fucking intense."

"You said it," agreed Nick.

Both foxes were coming down off their coke rush, but they weren't calling it quits yet. Nick and Brandon continued lying down on the bed, with both of them on their sides now, facing each other.

"Oh man," said Nick, putting his paws on Brandon's butt and tail. "You are just the hottest male fox I've ever seen, you know that?"

"Thanks," said Brandon, putting his paws on Nick's chest. "You're pretty damn good looking too, Nick, especially for being thirty-three."

"Mmmm," groaned Nick, feeling Brandon's tongue once again on his face. "You wanna be exclusive with me this week, Brandon?"

"Whadda you mean?" asked Brandon, stopping his licking.

"I'm having so much fun with you right now that I don't think I want to look for anyone else," said Nick. "Just think, a week of hot sex, coke and the money I said I'd pay you."

"I'd love to," said Brandon.

"Good," said Nick. "That makes things easier for me, plus, you're just too sweet of a thing to let go after one night."

Nick and Brandon continued their make out session, but now both of them were kneeling on the bed, holding each other. Nick rubbed his hardening cock against the stiffening member of Brandon. The older fox took hold of the younger fox's butt cheeks, squeezing them in his paws. Brandon certainly had a nice, firm ass and Nick knew that he had to get an even better feel of it.

"One second," said Nick.

He stopped their kissing and went back to the table to do another line of coke, though it was smaller than the previous one. Getting back in bed, he moved Brandon onto his bag and lifted up his legs.

"Mind if I insert myself?" said Nick with a grin.

"Go ahead," said Brandon. "I wanna see what you feel like inside me."

Nick spread Brandon's legs apart even wider to make sure he had plenty of room for his entrance. Looking down, he saw the younger fox's pucker. To the coke crazed Nick it felt like it was calling to him, begging him to hurry up and shove himself in. Nick watched as he moved his cock closer and closer until he was actually penetrating Brandon, who clenched his teeth as Nick's advancing member was spreading his love tunnel wider than it had ever gone before, but the initial pain was replaced with pleasure as it hit his sweet spot, sending shivers down his spine. Nick got his entire length in, but he wasn't taking things slow. With the cocaine driving him on, he acted in such a way that justified the surname he possessed. The bed shook as Nick fucked the young fox harder and harder, plowing and banging away at his tight ass. Nick had never enjoyed topping a guy like he was now. The coke, the boy's tightness and smoking hot body just made him lose it. He growled as he fucked him, with Brandon thinking that his older sex partner had "gone savage" like those creatures in Zootopia a few years back.

"Of fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," breathed Nick with every thrust, getting closer and closer until he shot his second load for the day. Brandon felt a warm liquid shoot up his ass and trickle back onto the fur just outside his pucker. Nick pulled out of him, yet somehow managed to get on his feet rather than flop down from exhaustion. He smiled at Brandon, who at that point was feeling like his ass had been split open like a Thanksgiving turkey. Nick grabbed the fifty dollar bill he'd used to snort the lines of cocaine and handed it to the young fox.

"Not that we're finished yet, at least if you don't want to be, but I thought I should give you this now and let you know there's plenty more where that came from."

"Cool," said Brandon. "And yeah, I wanna keep going, but for now, can we just cuddle?"

"After all that coke," said Nick as he got back into bed. "I think I need to do something a little more relaxed."

He felt Brandon's tongue on his face and he put his arms around him, soaking up the younger fox's attention. Nick knew he'd be going to the police officer's convention next year. Hopefully they would have it in Indianapolis again.