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Zootopia - Old Friends - Part Two

"Lemme grab the beer," Nick suggested while his former partner lay recovering.

His leg dripping with his friend's leavings, the red vulpes made his way back to the front and retrieved both of their bottles before returning to his seat. Finnick was weakly waving a hand at his over-sized ears in attempt to cool himself down faster, but it obviously had been quite some time, and he had gotten overheated in his excitement, not hard for a desert creature to do in the cloying humidity of the Rainforest District. The red fox rolled the tiny fox onto his back, then set the two cold beers down in the middle of those enormous ears, pinning them to the floor. Finnick let out a sound of pained protest, then relaxed almost immediately and splayed his limbs as he began to feel the coolness wafting through his body.

"Better?" the red fox inquired.

"Yeah, thanks, Nick," the smaller male replied, his panting already beginning to slow.

"You shouldn't let yourself get so pent up, small fry." Nick moved to the chest behind the passenger seat that doubled as both bed and storage. "Why don't you just visit the Knothole every once in awhile?"

"Man, do you know how expensive that place is? They got a whole 'nothah level of hustle goin' on."

"Yeah, but unless our old hustles have suddenly became considerably less profitable, you could afford it, at least once a week or so."

Finnick was silent for a moment before offering a surprisingly candid answer. "They have been. It's a lot harder when you're the best friend of a cop, whose mate is tight with the mob. Every mammal thinks I'm workin for one side or the other, tryin' to turn 'em snitch or get 'em iced or somethin'. Besides, it's a matter of pride, Nick. I shouldn't need to pay for a piece of tail."

"Well, if you'd expand your horizons a little and stop insisting on going after females so much larger than yourself, you'd have more options available. I don't know why you're so hung up on mating with prey or at least some of the smaller predators, like otters and other mustelids. I mean, seriously, Finn, your longest lasting relationship was with a brown bear who spent half the time treating you like her cub and the other half treating you like her fuzzy little dildo. I dunno how you survived it."

"Snorkle," the fennec replied instantly, to which Nick pulled a face and shuddered. "Also learned to hold my breath real good. You got a point, man, but I just got standards."

"Well, you might want to lower them a little, or next time I might not be there to save your fuzzy butt from drowning."

The red fox opened the chest and retrieved two items from inside: a small stuffed toy only a little bit larger than Finnick and a bottle of personal lubricant. He set the toy down at about the center of the van, judging it would be the best filming angle, and prepared it for use. The doll was of a female timberwolf, as evidenced by the anatomically correct genitalia to be found beneath its tail along with a puckered tailhole. It stood in an unmistakeable "breed me" pose with its hindquarters in the air, tail flagged to the side, forelimbs stretched out in front of it, and chest to the ground. A few squirts of lube were all it took; one to slick the outside of its spade, and two more into its rubber love tunnel. The interior of the van began to quickly fill with the scent of needy female, and the fennec's spent shaft began to harden again.

"Well, Finn, I've got Naomi over here whining your name," the red fox teased, giving the stuffed animal a slap on the rump. He padded over to remove the bottles pinning his friend's ears. "Go get 'er!"

Finnick wasted no time in complying, scrambling over on all fours to sniff at the fake timber wolf's hindquarters. Nick set the beers back down and used his right hand to record, while he resumed stroking himself with his left, shifting around to get the best angle on the action. The smaller vulpine gripped the bitch's hips and buried his nose against the rubber spade, wetting it and inhaling deeply of the pheromone-laden lube, before giving it several tender licks. He didn't want to waste the slickness, though, and mounted it swiftly. It took only a few testing thrusts before he managed to catch his tip against the teardrop entrance and slammed himself inward to the knot. He rested there for a moment, panting with pleasure, while Nick moved behind to get a new angle.

Finnick began pumping his hips slowly, keeping his tail high and out of the way of the camera, picking up speed as his knot began to swell. Again, he lasted less than five minutes before he seated himself inside the faux spade and began unloading himself into it until vulpine seed oozed out to drip against the metal floor. He lay panting and spent draped over the doll's back, his tail limp and his limbs trembling with both release and relief.

"Wasn't that a nice show, huh, Carrots?" Nick inquired moving forward to lift the smaller fox's tail. "And now, I'll demonstrate why you need some practice before we do anal."

The dusty yellow vulpes let out a soft whine. "Oh, no, Nick! C'mon, man! Not on camera!"

"Just ignore him, Hopps. He loves every second of it."

The diminutive fox whined again as the larger red reached down to gather up some of the fennec's leaking seed and smear it against his tailhole, the tight, tiny pucker flexing against the touch, seeming far too small to take what was coming for it. Heedless, the larger male knelt behind his soon-to-be bitch, using one hand to guide his leaking shaft while the other held his phone on target.

"Hold still, now, sweetcheeks."

"Man, fuck you, Nick! I told you not to call me that!"

Despite his protests, the fennec braced himself as the red fox began to press forward. After so long lacking in attention, the tiny tailhole resisted, but the cum-lube and Nick's leaking pre combined with the pointed tip of the large vulpine shaft to overcome it. At first the pink pucker bowed, threatening rebellion and denying entry until it seemed it would be impossible. Then, Finnick let out a soft yelp of protest as the head popped in, followed by a long, low moan as the remaining inches were slowly fed into him until his tautly stretched ring pressed tight against his friend's bunched sheath. Nick held himself there, grinding against his diminutive partner and stirring his shaft inside that familiar hole, enjoying the feeling of his fuzzy sack pressed against the smaller male's while Finnick's paws danced and legs twitched.

Then he pulled back, yet again letting the smaller fox feel every last inch of him until his tip popped free. He pressed back inward just as slowly, setting an extremely deliberate pace. He had missed the utterly adorable whines and whimpers the little con artist made when being used, so quiet and submissive, and so very different from the zerda's usually loud and blusterous personality. It had been quite a while, though, so the red fox was taking his time to make sure little guy was readjusted before getting serious. When he heard a long whine of "Niiiiiiick!" as the smaller fox lifted a paw and wiggled his rump teasingly, it was time.

The larger vulpine took a firm grip on the fluffy tail that wagged against his stomach, using it as a handle, and began to thrust faster, harder, dragging his male bitch back and forth along his cock as he pounded the smaller fox. Finnick let out soft barks and yiffs each time their hips met, and Nick could feel the zerda squeezing around him, eager to have him trapped inside. Obligingly, the red fox shortened his thrusts to just the knot, hammering it in and yanking it out as it began to swell, before burying it for a final time, limiting him to the elasticity of the fennec's flesh. The small male's cries were diminished to breathless squeaks as the large knot tugged and thrust, seeming to cause a suction that pushed air from him and pulled it back in. Then came the final thrust, Nick holding himself deep as he shuddered and filled his friend's rear passage, the diminutive fox letting out a long, shuddering sigh of pleasure at the warm wetness spreading within him.

Nick, however, wasn't quite done. "Ready for the dangle, little guy?"

Finnick's hind paws scrabbled at the floor as his hand-paws gripped the doll he was still buried in tightly. "No, no! Not the dangle!"

"Heeere's the dangle!"

Nick stood up suddenly and bounced, his knot supporting the little zerda's entire weight. Finnick spasmed, letting out strangled sounds as he came yet again, even harder than before, hips jerking as best they could as he seemed to empty a week's worth of fox cum into his faux bitch. When his tailhole stopped twitching save for the occasional aftershock spasm, Nick padded over to the chair and pulled the smaller fox up into his lap, turning his phone to capture them both. Finnick sat groggy and spent, swaying slightly, mouth stretching in a cute yawn, as the red fox took his tiny hand-paw to wave at the camera.

"Told ya I'd get out of the house," Nick said before winking and ending the recording.

He set his phone aside before carrying his former partner up to the passenger seat, reclining it fully, and crossing his arms behind his head to enjoy a feeling of closeness they hadn't shared in months, the tiny fox hugging the doll with one arm, the other hand balled with a thumb in his mouth, and his tailhole still twitching around the shaft plugging it. Both of the windows were rolled down, letting a gentle breeze waft through as the zerda napped in his lap. It was something much different than what he had with Judy, though not in any bad kind of way. Of course, Nick knew that what they had stretched a good bit beyond mere friendship, but it wasn't the same kind of love that he shared with the rabbit. It was... less immediate. Less passionate. He hesitated to say it felt more enduring, lest he belittle his budding mateship, but it was more like it already had lasted forever and would continue to do so. He could only hope to build anything so solid with Judy.

Putting aside such somber thoughts, Nick let the breeze and birdsong lull him into an almost meditative state, not quite sleeping, not quite awake, simply enjoying the light pressure on his lap and the warmth against his stomach and the nostalgically familiar scent of his oldest and closest friend. It was about an hour later that he was pulled from his temporary nirvana by the stirring of the smaller male awakening from his nap. Finnick yawned, his large ears flattening back against Nick's chest, stretched, his paws brushing along Nick's inner thighs, then groaned and wiggled on the larger fox's lap. Though the knot had shrunken and pulled free, there was still a half-hard cock up his rather sore ass.

"Damn, Nick, you could'a taken it easy on a vulpes," he complained quietly, letting out a sigh and relaxing back against his old partner. "It's been a while, man. You didn't hafta do the dangle..."

"You know you love it," the red fox rebutted.

Finnick sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, but admitted, "Yeah, I do."

"That's my little man." Nick reached down to lightly rub his fingers along the sensitive insides of the fennec's ears.

Much later, after they'd disentangled themselves and agreed to meet back at the apartment Nick shared with Judy, the red fox sat lounging on the sofa, vegging out to an evening talk show while he waited for his mate to get home. Right on time, he heard the jingle of keys as she unlocked the door, and the inevitable soft sigh of a tired and frustrated bunny. Nick rose and headed for the entry hall in time to see her hanging her hat on a hook by the door. She looked surprisingly downcast, far more so than he would have credited to just not having her partner, best friend, and lover there by her side during her shift.

"Hey, Carrots, what's eating you?" he inquired solicitously while leaning against the wall with faux casualness.

"Big case," she replied. "It's... trouble. Potentially as bad as Bellwether. I... I can't tell you while you're on leave, but..." She suddenly rushed to hug her arms tightly around his waist and burrow her face into his stomach. "Nick, I need you with me on this. This could get... really bad..."

His worry transmuted into actual concern with that display of weakness from his fiercely strong and independant bunny. He knelt, bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck and slipping his own around her slender frame.

"Hey, hey, you know I'm always here for you, cottontail. I'll be back on the beat after next week, fixed or not. I'll be there for you and with you, whatever it is. You know you can tell me about it, if you need to, no matter if I'm on duty or not."

"I can't, Nick. You know the regulations..."

She fell silent, burying her head against his shoulder. He could feel his fur growing wet from silent tears, and he gently rubbed and patted her back. It was severely disturbing to have Judy break down like this. She was both the rock and the hard place by which the fox judged all other mammals these days, especially his coworkers. Judy never gave up, never gave in, and she never broke. But she'd come across something that had broken her, and he was at a complete loss as to how he could help her.

As if reading his mind, she shuddered and pulled away, looking up at him with watery, brilliantly violet eyes. "I'll be fine. I just... I need to forget today for a little while."

That, on the other paw, he could handle. "Well, Carrots, I've got just the thing for you, then. This'll make you forget a lot of things."

He led her into the living room and sat her on the couch then 'casted his phone onto the tv. She snuggled close against his side as the video played, resting her head and torso against him, her hand lazily stroking his stomach fur beneath his shirt. And as it progressed, her hand stroked lower and lower. She made an adorable little growling noise as she watched Finnick's knot catch between his toes, giggling at the mess the smaller fox made of his leg. He was entirely unsurprised when she flicked open his fly to give herself unimpeded access to his foxhood, a gentle paw slowly stroking him to erectness. He could smell her enjoyment of the show when Finnick began pounding against Naomi, and was, again, unsurprised to find her other hand wedged tightly between her legs when he reached down to return the favor.

Nick managed to replace the bunny's hand with his own as he joined the frame on-screen, pressing two fingers into her warm, wet burrow and thrusting in time with his taped performance. He curled them as he knotted the fennec, jerking the balled digits against her resisting flesh like the knot they were meant to simulate, and felt her clench hard around them. She let out a soft squeak, shuddering against him, her hand clamping behind the swollen bulb of his knot and tugging in kind. He wasn't nearly close to anything, having been focusing his attention on his bunny love, but it still drew a few extra hard spurts of pre out of him to paint his chest and stomach.

"Oooh, we have to try that," Judy commented as the video moved on to the dangle. "That looks... very fun."

"It ain't all it's cracked up to be," Finnick commented from the door of the bedroom.

The diminutive vulpine stood there wearing a grumpy expression and a set of brown-furred rabbit pajamas, complete with long, fuzzy ears on the hood. Judy had to clamp both hands over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud, choking down her amusement for the benefit of the little fox's ego. Finnick crossed his arms and glared at her, tapping his foot as he waited for her to get herself under control. Of course, that only ratcheted the hilarity up another few notches, so she buried her face against Nick's side to muffle the laughter as she let loose.

"Y'know, I said this was a bad idea, Nick," the zerda grumbled.

"Hey, you picked your outfit," the red fox rebutted. "I just said to dress in something cute and easily removable."

"If she don't stop laughin', I'm gonna lose my mood."

Judy beat on Nick's leg with a balled fist as the red fox shrugged in response. "What do you expect me to do about it? Gag her?"

"A little support would be nice." Finnick stomped angrily toward the couch and the giggling rabbit.

"Well, why don't you hop on over and give her a reason to stop?" The russet vulpes stripped his mate's trousers off in a swift, often practiced motion, leaving her paw protectors but stealing away her panties. "She's right here..."

The fennec let out a soft rumble, not quite a growl, as he slowed to a stop in front of the still giggling rabbit. He paused, indecisive, for a moment, then grabbed one of her paws, burying his nose against her toes, and took a long sniff, filling his lungs with all the scents she had passed through during the day. Still breathing through her lower digits, his hands crept slowly along her lapine paw and over her ankle, finding the velcro straps that held her paw protectors in place and releasing them. Slowly, he peeled one off, then the other, tossing them away to join her pants and underwear.

"Is..." Finnick began, looking at Nick, then switched his attention to Judy. "Are you okay with... I mean... I like... paws... You've got such soft ones." His hands had migrated back down to massage his thumbs along the undersides of her feet, his fingers lightly stroking the downy fur atop them. "I don't wanna... weird you out or anything."

The rabbit finally managed to master herself enough to let out a soft moan, feeling the tension ease from her lower appendages. "Just keep doing that and you can do whatever you want... Nick, why don't you ever give me paw massages?"

The red fox looked affronted at her faux-accusing gaze. "Why, Carrots, I give you paw massages at least once a week. Of course, I'm usually busy doing other things at the same time, so I'm not surprised that you don't notice, but I'm offended that you'd find my skills lacking in any way."

The bunny let out a giggle, followed by another moan as the miniature vulpine laid a long lick along her paw from heel to toes. It tickled but the warmth and moistness of his tongue was surprisingly erotic.

"D-do that again," Judy stammered, and her toes curled when he did, his thumbs still digging in to ease away the knots that cramped her paws. "O-o-okay... I could get used to this."

"Wellllll..." her mate drawled, "it's not like he really has anywhere else to be."

"Hey!" the fennec snapped. "I got my own hustle, now that you gone straight." He added a mumbled "traitor" under his breath as he resumed licking at the grey-furred paws.

"Finn, c'mon, do you really think you could do better? We've got a nice gig here, nice digs, good and steady pay, and we're on the right side of the law. For once."

"Yeah... well..." the fennec said in between long strokes of his tongue. "We had... a better... gig... when it was.... just... you and me..."

Nick wiped a hand along his muzzle, heaving a long sigh. "Finn, you know how it is. It's me and Judy now, but that doesn't leave you out in the cold. You did that to yourself. We got a place with three rooms for a reason."

The sandy-furred fox took a long look at his larger cousin and lifelong friend, paused comically half way through a lick. "You serious?"

"Judy, are we serious?" the russet vulpes inquired of his mate, nudging her arm.

"Finnick, we'd love to have you here," Judy agreed, then stuffed her balled fists against her mouth to muffle further laughter. "It'll be good practice for when we have kits!"

Nick slapped a hand against his forehead as the rabbit devolved into more bouts of giggles. The tiny fox glared, shifting between the two of them.

"I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry!" the bunny protested, slowly getting herself back under control. "I didn't mean it, Finnick. We would love to have you here. You're Nick's oldest friend, and we know you aren't doing as well as you used to. At least stay here for a little while, until you get your paws back under you."

His expression turned from anger to contemplative, his hands lowering Judy's paws from the level of his muzzle to the level of his chest. "You really mean that. I could really stay with you guys? My van is nice and all, but... It gets lonely these days..."

"Well, grab your stuff," Nick chimed in. "You'll have a whole room to yourself. Just make sure that you do what's scheduled on the chore wheel. She gets 'hopping' mad if you don't."

The rabbit rolled her eyes and gave the fox a light punch on the arm. "Yeah, everyone has to do their part. That's what makes Zootopia work, right?"

"And I think your part is..." her mate began, snatching her up and earning a surprised squeal from the half-dressed bunny before plopping her down on all fours, "finding out why I also said we need to practice oral before we go all the way."

The smaller male eagerly scrambled onto the couch and took position, a hand on each of the rabbit's cheeks with his erect and dripping vulpine shaft hovering before her lips. The rabbit glanced back at Nick with a raised eyebrow. He returned the lifted brow and doubled down with a smirk and an encouraging nod. Judy gave him a decisive nod along with the kind of smile that had made him fall in love with her in the first place, so full of warmth and joy for life that it made his heart flutter.

The red fox stroked his hands down her back, letting his claws drag through her fur to stroke ever so gently against the skin beneath as he pressed himself into her. She was so scaldingly hot, almost painfully tight even after over a year of taking his knot, that he could not help a long moan of pleasure. Finnick let out a similar moan as her head sank downward on his shaft, taking him to the base, her jaws parting to encompass the slight bulge of his knot. Nick could hear soft squeaks and slurps as she sucked him off, the seal of her lips breaking slightly to let air slip by before the seal closed once more.

His hands settled at the cusp of her legs and hips, fitting into the familiar groove of her lower body, his claws digging into her flesh and sinking into the ingrained indents that he had worn into her flesh. The larger vulpine let out a soft growl, bending down over her to grip her scruff between his sharp fangs, his teeth fitting into yet more familiar grooves. He felt her shudder, felt her clench and ripple around him, the ripples becoming sharply pinching squeezes as she came hard around him. It was going to be the first of many if he had anything to do with it.

Nick lifted his eyes to his former partner and saw the fennec humping frantically at his mate's muzzle, his muzzle lifted skyward and his eyes clenched tightly closed. He could tell the smaller vulpine was close, but he was barely getting started. His off hand moved from her hips to stroke gently at her throat, encouraging swallowing. Her ears shot erect, and he saw her brows lift. He knew the little desert mammal was cumming into her muzzle. Her hands pressed at the smaller vulpine's thighs, to no avail. He had knotted in her mouth, and he wasn't coming out any time soon.

The red fox comfortingly shushed her, one hand continuing to stroke at her throat as the other moved to slip along her long, sensitive ears. His sharp teeth added an additional component of arousal to the tender length. He felt her squeeze against him yet again, a second time in less than two minutes. He saw her hands clenching at Fennec's thighs, her blunted claws digging into the smaller vulpine. Then he got to work for real.

Nick pounded against her. She could, and would, take his knot. She had done and would do again. She was, quite possibly, filled with his kits/kittens, or whatever you called fox-rabbit hybrid offspring. His angled tip slammed against the rear wall of her inner passage. It had been the biggest challenge in their sexual relationship, but she had been determined to take all of him, and he, of all mammals, knew that she would never accept that impossible was a possibility. She could take it. She would take it. With a soft cry that sounded around the knot filling her mouth and the fox cock that had slipped a half an inch down her throat, she did take it.

Her partner exploded into her. Like every other time, he let out a soft, gasping exhalation that was mostly a strangled bark. His knot ballooned within her, swelling so large that he could feel the bones of her pelvis pressing through her flesh. Jet after jet of seed that seemed even hotter than her clasping walls shot into her. It flooded her until Nick felt it spreading her even further around his knot, forcing her flesh to stretch wider, leaking out through the taut ring of her stretched entrance to drip down over his white-furred balls.

Nick let out a long sigh of pleasure that ended in a harsh growl, claiming her as his own as his teeth dug tightly into her scruff. She shuddered and clenched around him, milking out another few spurts of fox-cum. Then he twisted, turning them onto their sides, and used one hand to pull the smaller fox down, lying half atop them both with his muzzle sandwiched between their bodies. He drifted quickly into sleep with the love of his life and his most beloved friend.