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Judy Needs It, Part 5

By Logan Greypaw

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* Explicit furry erotica (18+) * Zootopia fic - Judy / Nick / Finnick * M/F (story will develop to M/M/F) * Rabbit female & fox males * Heat / desperation / viagra / libido enhancement / sex

(Part 5 of ongoing story)

It's Judy Hopps' first heat since she co-rented an apartment with Nick Wilde, but he had to go and invite Finnick over to watch Kung Fu movies. But what Judy wants, Judy gets... And she's about to get it!

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_The answer was not a word. Large, clawed paws grabbed her hips from behind. In a moment of pleasurable panic, she was reminded of how vulnerable she was, bent over like this, face down, ass-up, dripping with her own juices.

Her chest tightened, so much so that she could only muster a whimper.

"Nick?"_

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Judy inhaled in surprise as she felt Nick's clawed paws grasp either side of her waist, but in moments, that was replaced by a pleasurable giddiness that rose from her belly.

She heard the sound of heavy breathing, and tried to look back, but those paws on her waist held her fast, and she found herself unable to twist far enough to see behind herself. Instead, she looked up at Finnick, his legs still either side of her head. He was staring down at her, his right paw wrapped around his length, which was still as rigid as when he'd left that 'gift' on her face.

The label on that bottle wasn't kidding, she thought, as she examined the veins that stood up off the purple-red skin of his cock, leading down to his swollen knot, and imagined how canine ladies felt when they took that in their-

Her train of thought was interrupted when something disturbed the fur on her ears. As they pricked up to their full height, she felt it again, cold and damp, and realised that it was Nick's muzzle, which was confirmed when he exhaled, his hot breath rippling through their sensitive fur.

Judy felt her footpaws clench up in pleasure, and Nick worked his way down the back of her head to her neck, drinking in long, audible drags of her scent. Then, came something she didn't expect. The feeling of Nick's breath was replaced by a hot wetness on the right side of neck that slithered along her fur, accompanied by a grazing sharpness on both sides. Then it grew tighter, and she yelped as she realised what he was doing.

Nick had gripped her neck in his jaws!

Perhaps it was something as primal to her as Nick's actions were to him, but the touch of his teeth on her neck sent a shiver through her body, and she fought the urge to hang limp.

"Nick?" she gasped, as the tightness of his grip began to impede her breathing. She looked up at Finnick, who was staring at something behind her.

"Nick, you okay?" he said. There was a hint of concern in his voice that filled her with alarm, but before she could try to wriggle free, she felt his jaws relax their grip. It wasn't long before she felt a tug on her cotton vest-top; the straps cut into her fur as she was pulled back into an upright posture, Nick's paws still holding her hips in place.

The material tightened over her chest and breasts, until it became almost unbearable. Then, with a growl, and a quick wrench, the cotton fabric tore, and she let out a shrill squeal as the entire garment ripped off. As a reflex she hunched up, throwing her paws over her chest and crossing her arms, but it was of little consequence.

With a jerk and a shove, Nick's larger paws lifted her, pushed her right hip forward, and her left back. When she came to a stop, Nick had spun her around, until she was half-sitting, half-lying on the floor, with her shoulders up against the lip of the couch, in front of Finnick, who had pulled his legs up and out of the way.

Still feeling breathless from Nick's former grip on her neck, she looked down her body, now stripped to the bare fur, past her slight chest and waist. Her legs were splayed wide, and between them was her heat, wet and almost tingling from anticipation. With shrunken pupils that glared out of wide eyes, Nick was staring right at it, with a gaze of such intensity that she curled up her footpaws once again. The nostrils on his muzzle flared with each heavy breath, in time with his shoulders heaving, while his jaws hung open, tongue just overlapping his bottom row of teeth. Soon, a bead of saliva formed at the tip of his tongue, and Judy watched as it grew larger by the second.

When it became large enough, it dripped off, falling towards the floor, but it would never get there. Judy's eyes followed it down, until it landed on something else.

Judy bit her bottom lip as she beheld what Nick carried around in those slacks. No wonder he prefers a loose fit, she thought. With the zipper undone, his fly was so wide as for his belt buckle to nearly touch the floor on one side, and out of the space in-between jutted his throbbing, blood-red member. Canine like Finnick's, it would be wrong to say it was longer, but Nick had the gift of girth, with the width being more even along his length. Finnick's had been slick with pre, but Nick's cock was drenched, even going so far as for her to see that the fur around his sheath, near the base, was mottled and damp from his juices.

She glanced from her cunny, to his cock, and back again. The hint of fear from when he had grabbed her neck had just started to leave her, but upon seeing the size of his member, she was awash with fresh adrenaline.

It was then that his scent hit her, with such potency that she struggled to work out how she hadn't noticed it before. Musky, sweaty, male - a hyper-masculine cocktail of exertion and raw unfettered need.

Nick slipped his arms outside her thighs and with a growl, hefted up her body, lifting her clear off the floor. He shifted his grip until his large paws were propping up her butt, and her bare sex was at the right height for his jaws.

Judy held her breath in expectation of something she'd been dying for all evening, and when Nick's rough, wet tongue slid into her slit, that held breath exploded from her lungs in the loudest of moans. Her back arched, threatening to pull her shoulders off the couch, but Nick held her fast as he lashed at her again and again, his tongue so large that he covered her entire bunnyhood with each greedy lick. The noise alone was enough to drive her wild; a cacophony of slurps and haggard breaths, but with each sound came a fresh wave of pleasure.

Her thighs trembled as she writhed, until she found herself reaching down to fondle his ears, at times pulling Nick's head forwards, then trying in vain to push him away at those moments where she was so sensitive as to feel that it was all too much. His grip was stronger, though, and her half-hearted pushes did nothing to stop him devouring her juices.

She gritted her teeth, bringing her paws up to her own muzzle to try and stifle herself. The arousal built up inside her, and she squirmed, feeling it was coming, that release she craved. She curled her paws, shaking her head from side-to-side as she did her best to hold onto that moment, and the effort brought forth the lewdest, shrill groan from deep within her throat.

Then, Nick's pace slowed.

She craned her head down, chin-to-chest. As if in response, Nick's eyes flicked up to stare into hers, and he stopped licking. That arousal started to flitter away, but in its place, she felt Nick's breath on her tender folds, and could see his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"Ask for it, Carrots," Nick growled.

Judy whined as she found herself unable to stop staring at the tip of his tongue, his own saliva mixed with her juices dripping from the pink tip. Slick, wet, and ready to just slide-

"I'll stop if you don't," he teased.

She closed her eyes and inhaled, and was rewarded with more of that male scent from before. It flooded through her nostrils, and upon snapping open her eyes, saw Finnick's cock twitching at her shoulder, just inches from her left cheek. It appeared that Finnick had scooched forward on the couch and taken up a kneeling posture just behind her.

Her desperation for more of Nick's attentions along with that sight caused her stomach to erupt in fresh butterflies, and she reached up with her left paw, taking careful hold of Finnick's cock. Meanwhile her right paw slid down her flat bunny tummy, past her waist, until it reached her warm, wet lips.

She turned her head back to look at Nick, then tried to spread her folds with two fingers. Covered in her own arousal and Nick's contribution, it was something of a struggle, but she paired that up with a narrowing of her eyes, before giving him the slightest of nods.

Nick needed no further encouragement, and from his throat came a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a roar. He pushed forward with his muzzle, his nose parting her folds, and then Judy felt his warm, wet tongue glide into her. As a reflex, she started pumping with her left paw, stroking Finnick's length to the sounds of his gasps, matching the rhythm of her paw to that of Nick's rough tongue, as it probed, squirmed and filled.

She gazed down her grey-furred body, watching as she rode Nick's muzzle, catching the moment that he pulled back to tease her outer folds with long, slow licks, before spearing back into her with the tip of his tongue. The lewd sight, coupled with the feeling of Finnick's throbbing cock in her paw as he thrust away, almost fucking her grip, brought that arousal from earlier back like flicking on a switch.

A spark of electricity shot down her spine, igniting a primal urge that forced her to grip her thighs together, sandwiching Nick's head between them. That just encouraged him to push harder, faster, lancing his tongue in and out of her. The immediate pleasure was intoxicating, but what it left behind was something more, rising quicker than she'd ever felt before. It ran through every nerve, every muscle, through every inch of her bristling fur, and she forced herself to breathe steadily, to try and hold herself in that moment before her peak.

"Oh, Nick, slow down... " she gasped, but her request had the opposite effect. He gripped with his claws, pressing them into her tender butt, and shunted his head forwards, pushing his tongue until he filled her completely, shoving her tender cunny over the edge and into the throes of climax!

Judy yelped, trembling as it felt like every muscle in her lower body grew tense. She reached down and grabbed Nick by a tuft of his head-fur, while the motions of her left paw on Finnick's cock ceased to have rhythm and just became an uncoordinated frenzy.

Then it came; with a scream that left her tongue lying out along the right side of her muzzle, there was the feeling of gratifying release that was followed by the torrent of warmth and pleasure that radiated out from her trembling folds.

Her arched back relaxed, and she found herself staring at the ceiling, breathing as if she had just ran ten laps of the department's obstacle course. One paw lay on her forehead, while the other hung limp around Finnick's rigid length.

She looked at that paw, and up Finnick's body to see that he was staring at something. Still out of breath, she followed the direction of his gaze to see Nick, still between her thighs, holding up her butt. He had pulled his head back and was blinking, with the occasional twitch of his muzzle.

It was then that she noticed that his muzzle was wet; not just the tip, as that would've been no surprise...

She blushed as she realised that she'd cum so hard that she'd squirted all over his face. Nick didn't seem to mind, though. In fact, he didn't seem to be wearing much of an expression at all. Instead, his nose just twitched as he seemed to be trying to smell his own muzzle.

"Nick?" she asked, "you okay? I didn't mean to, it's just-"

She stopped as he let her butt back down to the floor and she was forced to give up her grip on Finnick's cock. The moment he was free of her, Nick started to wipe his face with his paws, but Judy's eyes were drawn to something else.

Nick's cock was still hard, so rigid that it bobbed just a little as he wiped at his muzzle, but to Judy's surprise, it was even larger than before.

The sight of it brought back the melancholy in her from earlier. Despite how fiercely she'd just climaxed, she ached for something more, and she'd swallowed the best Finnick had to offer. The thought made her involuntarily paw at her wetness. The touch was equal parts enjoyable and excruciating. Bit-by-bit, she worked her paw around her outer lips, soon reaching the point where she could stand teasing herself again. Even the slightest stroke brought her knees together, as if she jumped from base-camp to just below the summit in one go.

His cock had lost its blood-red colour had become purple, like Finnick's, and was now marked with even more veins that stood out in a darker hue against the rest of the skin of the shaft. As she watched, more pre seeped out of it, coating the darkened flesh in a smooth sheen.

"Gotta say, Judy," Finnick said, having taken to beating his own meat, "been a long time since I saw Nick this worked up."

Judy's eyes half-closed in an expression of smugness. She sat herself up and pressed her paws to the floor, flipping herself over. In a flash she was facing Finnick again, and planted her knees firmly apart on the floor.

"It's called a hustle, sweetheart," she said.

She got a tight grip on the lip of the sofa, before looking over her shoulder at the mate-hungry fox behind her, who seemed to be dragging deeply at the scent of her juices on his paws.

"Nick?" she said, feeling almost drunkenly giddy as she spoke, letting out a slight giggle.

Nick lowered the paws from his face, though as he did, Judy saw that his demeanour had changed. His ears were tucked back, his fur was standing on end and his muzzle had flared, exposing those rows of sharp, predator teeth.

Evolution prodded Judy with an urge; that she should shrink, make herself small, and cower from the predator's gaze, but she'd stayed strong when he gripped her neck in his jaws, and she wasn't about to be intimidated now. She wanted something, and Nick was going to make good on the promises of his tongue and give it to her. She lowered her shoulders until her chest lay on the lip of the sofa, and thrust her tight bunny ass upward, raising her tail as high as she could. Then she took a free paw and spanked her own hindquarters with a short, sharp slap that jiggled her whole lower body.

"C'mon Wilde!" she shouted, scrunching up her eyes. "Knot me!"

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Judy Needs It, pt5

By Logan Greypaw

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