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The Two Lovers of a Dumb Fox - Chapter Three

Nick's breathing was already slightly heavy and ragged as he unbuttoned his shirt. His tail twitched sharply from side to side against the back of the comfy armchair, and his toes curled down into the faded carpet as his fingers fell away from his upper body and descended instead towards his trousers. He grunted softly as he unbuttoned them, and slid the zipper down over the already ample bulge within his clothes. Lifting himself off the chair just a little, he slid his trousers down to his knees. Still poised and upright his hands moved to his underwear, and they soon followed.

He settled back into the chair, shuddering slightly in anticipation as he stared down at his own erect member. For a moment or two his eyes closed, a warm smile flickering over the fox's face as he thought of his lovers. Of Judy. Of Finnick. Of the fennec and rabbit with him... and of the two of them together. He reached out, took hold of his member in one trembling hand, and began to stroke it.

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For the first few minutes of their hang-out, Finnick and Judy alike were terrified that they had made a horrible miscalculation. It was so awkward. They just... sat there. Staring down at their menus in the cafe as their feet swung nervously back and forth in mid-air. Besides their initial greetings to one another they'd barely spoken a word. Each of them could hear their own voices screaming inside their minds, begging them to do something. To say something, anything, to keep this project about which they were so passionate from devolving into a horrific train-wreck right from the word go. But as the seconds ticked by and the silence grew ever more deafening in their equally large and sensitive ears, no such relief was offered.

Until...

"Fuck."

They both muttered it at the exact same time. In voices so low that barely anyone present besides themselves would have been able to hear. Or rather, anyone besides themselves, or someone with as good hearing as they themselves possessed.

Their menus fell, exposing their strained, awkwardly blushing faces to one another. Their eyes widened, and all at once a mutual smirk crossed their features.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm being so awkward."

Judy sighed heavily, slumping forward against the table and raising her arms in a searching, shrugging gesture. Finnick just grinned, waving a dismissive hand of his own and chuckling with his characteristic baritone.

"Nah, it's cool. We're both a little nervous about this, right? And... it's probably because we both want it to go well. For Nick."

The rabbit smiled. She lifted herself slightly, placing her elbows upon the table and cradling her chin between interwoven fingers upon it. She looked across to where Finnick sat, looked into his eyes, and saw there a familiar twinkle as he spoke of the fox. The man they both loved in their own, but undeniably similar ways. Nodding, she echoed Finnick's last words.

"For Nick."

They grinned at each other, and the ice was well and truly broken.

"So, what do you think looks good? You've come here with Nick before, right?"

The rabbit looked over the menu once again, perusing it as Finnick began to offer some suggestions. A couple of them weren't really her thing, fish based burgers and sandwiches and such, but some of the herbivore friendly offerings sounded surprisingly delicious. Everything on the menu here had some sort of twist to it. An interesting seasoning or spice that might not normally be added to such dishes. Before long she found herself settling upon the curry-leaf salad with pomegranate, while Finnick seemed to be enamoured with the idea of a tandoori fried haddock. He did pause mid-way through giving his requests to the antelope server who soon came to take their order though, and looked at Judy with apologetic curiosity.

"Oh man, I'm sorry. Do you uh, do you mind me eating meat in front of you?"

Judy laughed, nodding warmly.

"It's fine. It's never bothered me, honestly. Food is food."

Having taken their order, the server departed. She turned upon her hoofed feet and moved away upon her long legs, and though only for a moment, Judy found herself looking after her. Following the way she moved. How she looked in her simple dark pants, white shirt and apron-based uniform. Even regarding, for the briefest time, how her ass looked in those trousers with the twitching tuft of her tail moving from side to side above it. Immediately afterwards of course she turned her attention back to Finnick, and almost fell off her chair in dismay when she saw the look upon his face. The wide eyed, utterly gleeful and knowing grin.

Judy looked around, her face glowing crimson as the fennec fox leaned over the table and whispered to her.

"Were you just..."

The bunny hissed loudly, a little too quickly and defensively to make it sound at all natural.

"No! Shut up!"

Finnick tossed his head back, howling in thankfully silent mirth. Judy's face boiled beneath her fur and skin, and she buried her face in her hands. What the hell was wrong with her? She didn't check out other people's asses, men or women. But today, spending her first solo time with someone she hoped to become closer friends with, she decided that now was the time to pick up a creepy habit or two?!

"Oh god, I'm so embarrassed..."

Groaning through her hands in humiliation, Judy peeked between her fingers to see just how harshly Finnick was judging her. Instead however she saw the back of the fennec's head, his whole body having turned around to stand upon the chair, rising up on the tips of his toes to peer back towards the counter and kitchen areas of the cafe.

"Finnick? What are you doing?"

She questioned him curiously, and couldn't help but giggle as she saw the antelope emerge from behind the counter once more, Finnick suddenly rising up on his tip-toes to get a better look as she bent over to pick up a receipt someone had discarded on the floor. He soon turned back to her, settling back into his seat and nodding warmly.

"Just checking whether you had good taste in booty or not."

He raised his eyebrows playfully. Judy blushed, but laughed once again.

"A-and? Do I?"

Finnick nodded.

"Between that lady there, and Nick? Hell yeah."

Judy's blush deepened, but she beamed too. Nick did have an amazing ass, and it was nice to be talking with someone else who recognised that in the same way. She leaned in closer towards the fennec.

"He does have an incredible tush doesn't he?"

Finnick grinned toothily, and gave a low, rumbling murmur of delight as he nodded.

"Mmhmm."

Judy started to ask something else. Something much more personal, much more intimate regarding Nick's ass.

"Have you ever, y'know... with Nick... ever... um..."

And then she realised what she had been about to ask. Her eyes widened. Her ears fell limp and lay back against her head in embarrassment. She looked around nervously, terrified of what she might have been overheard saying, had she said it.

To her surprise though, Finnick didn't look embarrassed by her question. He looked overjoyed that she had been about to ask it, if anything. And even though she hadn't followed through, he leaned in closer, still grinning from ear to ear, and nodded.

"It's amazing isn't it? Watching how he transforms... how he melts under you when you do it, even softly? Like he'd do anything you asked, just so long as you don't stop."

A visible shiver ran down Finnick's spine, and at the same moment Judy felt herself shudder in delight, in longing for the fox too. They saw each other do it. Saw each other reacting so similarly, and blushed anew, and beamed at one another.

Soon their lunch arrived, but they barely picked at their plates no matter how delicious the food might have been. They were too busy talking. Sharing stories, memories of things they'd shared with Nick, and in doing so learning ever more about one another.

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With his head pressed back into the soft cushions of the armchair and his eyes tightly shut, Nick's body remained tense and arched as his hand flew up and down the length of his erection. He could feel his hips rocking within the seat beneath him, thrusting instinctively against the hand aiding in his masturbation. He could hear the chair's fabric shuffling against his fur and flesh, and the wooden framework within creaking slightly as he picked up his pace and began to pleasure himself with increasing intensity. All those external factors were muted though, secondary to the thoughts and fantasies flooding his mind at that moment. An amalgamation of acts he himself had taken part in, of a hundred different nights spent in the beds of his two lovers. Only, rather than picturing himself with either one or even both of them, Nick was absent from these fantasies. He was an outside observer. Without form. Without presence. Just watching, just soaking in the pleasure as he imagined what it would be like if the lunch date that Judy and Finnick were currently on went well.

"Y-yeah... do it..."

In his mind's eye he saw them scrambling into bed, re-starting this fantasy over for the dozenth time since it had first crossed through his increasingly lust-fuelled consciousness. They were already naked, and already obviously aroused. There was no first time nerves, no embarrassment at seeing one another like this for the first time. Indeed if anything, the hunger and eagerness with which they wrestled each other down to the sheets was beyond even the playful horseplay in which he had engaged with both of them on more than one occasion. They grappled with one another, arms and legs entwining around small fluffy bodies. Shrill whimpers and deep growls erupted from between them, but only between cries of laughter, bursts of giggling and lots of happy, gleeful moans from both rabbit and fennec fox.

"Ah. Carrots... yes..."

Nick groaned happily, his tongue flicking out from between his lips in a lewd recreation of what Finnick was doing inside his head at that moment. He saw the bunny tense up, eyes bulging and mouth agape as she straddled the other man's face, his clawed fingertips digging into her thighs as they clamped and squeezed at the sides of his head, her nether regions grinding themselves into the fennec's muzzle as he feasted on her.

A moment later and Nick's thoughts turned elsewhere, to Judy clutching at a thick and cosy pillow, strained wails erupting periodically as her writhing body pulled her face free from the pillow's embrace. Her right leg was drumming uncontrollably against the bedding as Finnick straddled her, his own hips a blur as he fucked her harder and faster than Nick had ever dared due to his greater size. The fennec held nothing back, and from experience with the smaller male's cock inside his own ass, Nick knew just how devastatingly pleasurable that could feel.

"Don't stop!"

He whimpered as he imagined Judy shrieking the very same thing, cumming hard, spraying hot streaks of her juices out over the bed as Finnick kept pounding her, snarling in determination and with seemingly no intention of relenting any time soon.

"Oh. Oh g-god. Finnick. Judy. I... a-aaah..."

One of the fox's hands was a blur upon his cock, and the other now moved to its base, rubbing and squeezing tightly at the swelling knot beginning to develop as he approached his peak. His eyes fell open, albeit still heavy and glazed over, but he was still lost in fantasy. Caught up imagining all the glorious things he could imagine Judy and Finnick sharing together if only they were somehow able to become more than just friends. To become lovers, just as he was with each of them.

"Oh, y-yes."

He whined audibly as his back arched more urgently still within his chair, his ass rising from the seat entirely and now shamelessly humping at the hands caressing and milking his aching erection.

"Gonna... ah. I'm... I'm gonna... yes."

***********

Strolling through Acacia park, one of the most beautiful public gardens in Sahara Square, Judy and Finnick laughed and chatted like they'd been best friends for years. The conversation drifted back and forth from anecdotes featuring themselves and Nick to questions about one another's past beyond their experiences with the fox.

Judy spoke of her time in Bunnyburrow, giggling madly as Finnick shuddered at the idea of sharing a home with not just a few other people, not just a handful of siblings, but dozens, if not hundreds of other folks at any given time. The fennec fox told his own stories in turn, and though at first Judy was a little more shocked than amused by his regaling her with the time he and his lucky baseball bat fought off a gang of cougars trying to steal his van, she nonetheless found herself with ever greater admiration for Finnick as a person. Like Nick, he had been through some tough stuff in his life. But even though he and the fox had always maintained a rough, callous exterior to the world it made her happy to know that even before she'd come into Nick's life, there had been a person with whom he had been able to share that warm-hearted and loving side of himself, and receive the same love in return.

"...that night, after he found me all beat up and scratched by all their claws, he spent two hours cleaning out every last cut with salt water. I whined like a wolf with fleas about how much it stung, threatened to poke his eyes out if he didn't stop. But he kept going. He knew I wasn't bluffing. That I was pissed off enough to lash out at him. But he was willing to take that risk to make sure I recovered as fast as possible. By the time he was done, his shirt and pants were soaked with water where I'd squirmed and tried to fight him off, and spots of my own blood where he'd cleaned it off of course. So... he took off his clothes, pulled me into his arms so tight I couldn't escape, and just held me. Held me as I fought him, as I told him to fuck off and stop treating me like some weakling who couldn't care for themselves. He held me until I fell asleep, too exhausted to keep fighting him any more. And... when I woke up the next day, more than fifteen hours later, he was still right there."

By the time Finnick finished his story and returned his focus to reality, he found one of Judy's hands wrapped in his own. They were holding hands as they walked and talked, and though as he became aware of it both his and the rabbit's cheeks burned, neither one made a move to separate themselves from that contact.

"The very next night I kissed him. We'd fucked around plenty before that, but always casual. Always just to get off when there was no-one better around. At least, that's what we told each other at the time. But... after that night, after he'd been so damned good to me, there was no hiding it any more. I loved that damn fool of a fox. And... I still do, more and more every time he looks at me and flashes that fucking smile."

Judy giggled, and echoed Finnick's words with a satisfied, knowing murmur.

"That fucking smile..."

They stopped walking. They turned to one another, both smiling not just thinking about Nick, but thinking about each other. About how they'd been changed, and about how Nick had changed because of them.

Judy squeezed Finnick's paw in hers. He squeezed back.

"So... a-are we...?"

The bunny's voice trailed off, but Finnick squeezed her hand once again and picked up where she'd ceased.

"We can be. If it's what you want, too. But... I think we both know that no matter what happens between us? We can't let this hurt Nick. Right?"

Judy beamed, nodding eagerly.

"Of course. If this doesn't work out for some reason... we have to promise, to swear right now, that we can go back to being friends. Or, even just friendly acquaintances like before. But no matter what, we can't have what happens, or doesn't happen between us make Nick feel awkward or unhappy. Like he has to choose sides."

Finnick stepped a little closer to the rabbit. He took her other hand, the one resting freely at her side, and slipped it into his as well.

"Because, there are no sides here. And there won't be. We're all on team Nick."

Giggling, Judy's face got redder and redder as she looked at Finnick.

"Right. Team dumb fox all the way."

They smiled at each other. They stepped closer.

Closer.

Judy knelt down, not something she was used to having to do, and smiled anew as she found herself now directly face to face with the fennec.

She had thought this would feel strange. Alien. Wrong, somehow, when imagining it before.

But now she was here and now she was actually about to do it, all that she felt was a knot of warm anticipation in her stomach.

She felt the fennec's fingertips squeeze into the palms of her hands a little more urgently, and saw the insides of his ears flushing a brighter and brighter pink.

A moment later, they kissed.

***********

Nick lay back in his chair.

He whimpered, panting open mouthed and wide eyed, his hands lying limp in his lap, fingertips twitching every so often. His erection still stood proud and tall, glistening with the pre-cum he had used to slicken his length and increase the pace of his masturbation. Every so often though it would twitch, and a residual droplet of thick white cum would form at the tip, before dripping down onto the fuzz of the fox's crotch below.

That was all that remained of Nick's orgasm in the present, but the evidence of what had already transpired was everywhere to see. All over the fox's chest. Streaked across his cheeks, bridge of his muzzle, even on his forehead over his eyes. Still wet, glistening ribbons of his cum, spread out more and with greater abundance than he could ever remember achieving through solitary masturbation.

As he sat there in his post orgasmic reverie though, his clothes still hanging off him and his breath still escaping him in sharp, huffing gasps, the phone sitting upon the arm of his chair buzzed.

He reached for it, chuckling and groaning as he realised how much he had over-exerted his arm as it ached in protest at the motion, and picked it up to read the message now resting upon the screen.

'Just at the cafe now. Finnick texted, says he'll be here any minute. Wish us luck.'

Nick grinned, and with his weary fingers in motion texted back.

'You don't need luck. You're both amazing, and I know you'll see that in each other just like I do in both of you. Just whatever you do, don't let things start with an awkward silence! Nothing spoils a date like awkward silence.'

By Jeeves

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