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It wasn't exactly easy to make a lot of money in Zootopia on a police officer's salary, especially when the most dangerous work tended to go to the physically larger officers. Yes, of course Judy and Nick were a bit of minor celebrities, which meant they wouldn't be completely confined to the records office every day, but nevertheless, that could get a bit of social prestige, but not exactly a large paycheck. Nick had refused to go back to his old ways (more accurately, Judy had insisted,) and as a result, money tended to be tight. Still, they had managed to afford a rather pleasant apartment, with two bedrooms and a common area. They were not exactly the wealthiest people in the city but, well, at least they did get by.

The second bedroom had officially been Judy's, and yes, it DID have a bed in it, but she and Nick typically shared a bed, and enjoyed themselves doing it. This room, as a result, had become something of a personal project area for the bunny, as well as storing Nick's old Lucha memorabilia. With the match playing on a nearby footPad for inspiration, Judy had been preparing herself for the day she was ready to avenge herself, and it felt like it was finally time.

She pulled the blue mask over her face, and smiled with satisfaction as she felt her ears slip easily into the ear-socks she'd made a point to include. Nick's costumes were nice, yes, but they were replicas. No Dama Serpiente this time, and made custom for her. Coneja Oceanica (she had looked up 'Rabbit' in the meantime) had arrived. After a brief glance in the mirror, she stepped back out into the main room.

Judy jumped up on their table, glad it was sturdy enough to take at least a light rabbit body, and pointed at Nick as he sat watching TV in a nearby couch. "Alright, you evil Rudo!" She announced, in the most dramatic voice that she could muster, even if she would honestly have to admit that it was hardly intimidating. "Coneja Oceanica is back for her revenge! Prepare yourself for defeat, Mago!"

The fox hardly blinked at her words, "I told you," he said, "You're Dama Serpiente. She's been wrestling since the '90s, it's not hard to remember your name."

"Nuh-uh!" Her voice quickly fell back into its normal playful tone, "I might have been Dama Serpiente THEN. But not anymore. Look!"

Nick turned around, and Judy honestly felt a small swell of pride at the impressed look on the fox's face when he saw her outfit. One thing she had learned since moving in with him was that he had a deep and abiding love of Lucha, and the fact that his reaction was so immediately surprised and yet approving told her that she had got the attitude right. And, just as importantly, she had got him excited about the rematch.

"Oooh, so you are. You made it yourself?" He asked, almost skeptically.

"I had 20 younger siblings. I know how to sew."

"Nice!" Nick sounded downright eager, mostly (she hoped) because of his approval of the work, but probably at least somewhat because he was looking forward to bullying her again. That was fine by her, though. The outfit hadn't been the only thing she'd been working on.

"But be warned Coneja. You won't be fighting Mago Obscuro this time. Prepare to meet..." He rose dramatically, pointing his hand to the sky, "ZORRO DE LAS CALLES!"

She blinked, "Who's that?" She asked.

Nick just smiled, "The guy who's gonna beat your cute little fluffy butt. Now go back down to the basement and get set up."

It was a more commanding way of putting it than usual, but then again, what would be the fun of getting her revenge if he was going to be nice beforehand? The fox was a good guy, of course, the commanding attitude was just for fun, but he had really humiliated her there, he'd made her feel like a stupid little bunny with a heart of tailfluff with his trick. It wouldn't have been as bad if she had just lost. Of course, being stomped on and mocked and ground under foot wouldn't have been fun either way (or at least, wouldn't have exactly made her feel better, however fun they might have been deep down) but getting tricked and taken advantage of like that, then stepped all over while unconscious? Only to have everyone at work find out what happened? And most importantly, know it was because she'd given in to a trick and been TOO NICE?

Yeah, she wasn't exactly happy about that part. But that's what she'd been doing for the last few weeks, along with sewing together a new costume and looking up what the actual Spanish word for "Rabbit" was. She had been training, getting in shape, looking up all the lucha moves and tactics she'd need to use, figuring out how to ensure she could bring her most useful weapon, her thick leg muscles, into play, and once she was able to do that, well... Nobody would be accusing her of being 'Too Nice' to Nick then. Let them call her a dumb little bunny once they saw what she could REALLY do. Ha!

The elevator's bell rang just as she finished setting up the camera, and she smiled into the viewfinder. Her opponent had finally arrived. She turned, and was surprised to see that Nick seemed to have found a new outfit of his own. His bright red face was under an oddly textured black mask, and intermittent white strips ran ran down his thighs on his trunks. Fortunately for her, nobody minded guys wrestling topless, so he hadn't been obligated to add any sort of top, whether it was a sports bra like hers or something more complicated. It let her see his chest, and she smiled eagerly.

"And what's this?" She asked, "A new opponent for the great Condeja? Who's this one?"

"Zorro de las Calles," Nick answered.

"Is he famous?"

"He will be once he unmasks you~" Nick answered, "You're not the only one who knows how to sew, cutie."

Her whiskers twitched a little at the word 'cutie,' but fine, let him be as condescending as he liked. She'd get the last laugh once she made him lick her footpaws!

"Alright, Zorro," she stepped back in the ring, "I don't care what you call yourself, everybody's going to see who you really are after I unmask you tonight!"

"They sure will," Nick answered, as he stepped between the ropes, joining Judy in the middle of the ring, "but what they'll see is that Zorro de las Calles is a better wrestler than any dumb little bunny could hope to be." He chuckled, "But if you forfeit now, I promise I'll only humiliate you in bed~"

Judy growled at that, "Hey! THOSE AREN'T PART OF IT! And anyway, I do you too. AND WE'RE LUCHADORS WHO PROBABLY DON'T KNOW EACH-OTHER SO SHUT UP!" She stomped her foot.

Nick laughed, "Oooh, Condeja's already falling for Zorro's mind games. Looks like trouble!"

"LOOKS LIKE YOU SHOULD SHUT UP AND LUCHA ME!" Judy answered, raising her hands, preparing to lock up with her opponent.

They locked up, pressing their muscled bodies together. It was at that point that it occurred to Judy that, wonderful though working out with her legs had been, they wouldn't do much for upper body strength... And not much upper body strength made locking up with an opponent a very BAD idea. She pushed on Nick, but while he was far from the most muscular man in the ZPD, he still had height on her, more upper-body strength, and the ability to just lean over her and push down with all his weight as well as his arms. Her muscles began to twitch a little as she struggled to keep them up and fighting back against the fox.

"Hey, you SURE you're not just a dumb little bunny?" Nick (or rather, 'Zorro') teased as he leaned in, forcing her to back off just to avoid getting forced down to her knees by her opponent, "I mean, you SAID you were some fancy special new luchadora, but it kinda seems like you thought it would be a good idea to lock up with a guy way bigger than you, and test your strength, even though his muscles are almost twice the size of yours."

"Just... Trying to give you a chance..." She answered, grunting and trying to keep him away from her."

"Is that it~?" He asked, "It sounds like you're being a bit too honorable, or maybe..." Nick leaned in after that, despite her best efforts to hold him off, and delivered a quick, condescending kiss to her nose, "Just too nice~"

"I AM NOT TOO N-!"

Nick didn't give Judy a chance to finish her objection before he had slipped behind her and his arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her head up close to his chest. She suddenly gagged as his forearm locked tight around her throat, and he pulled backwards hard, her windpipe compressing under the pressure. Her hands rose to her neck, and she scrabbled at his forearm, trying to try to free herself from his crushing hold. He'd taken her out before, crushed out her air, and she didn't want another repeat performance, especially when he had used another dirty trick to get into her head and get the opening to lock it in.

Nick was enjoying the hold, though, as much as he had the first time. She felt a little bulge in his pants as he leaned in, and licked a little at the back of her neck, his tongue rolling over her coat. He could have acted predatory and scary, but he wasn't even giving her that bit of mercy, he was just treating her like a toy. Making her feel like one, too, as he squeezed in the hold. Specifically one of the old 'Panic Pete' stress toys, as the tighter he squeezed, the more she felt her eyes begin to bulge out from the pressure.

"Like I said," he taunted, "Too nice. And now, too trapped. Same as you were last time. You're never gonna beat me, Coneja~" He laughed, and then dragged his tongue up her neck and nipped at her ear.

She shivered, but she knew that if she kept falling into his tricks and traps, he would be right. She wasn't an idiot, but she was easily drawn into things emotionally, and over the time they'd known each-other, Nick had learned to manipulate her emotions like a master. It didn't make things any easier when he started to lean in on her upper body, and slowly push the young lapine towards the corner. He was already doing his damnedest to make sure she felt controlled psychologically, and now he was controlling her physically as well, walking her towards the corner, and despite the power in her legs, she was helpless to put a stop to the push. She tried, but he had his arm like a steel bar around her throat, weakening her enough to stop her from breathing, and more importantly enough to stop the normal strength advantage of her mighty legs from coming into play.

She felt her breasts press flush against the corner post, her body rubbing up to it. Nick leaned in behind her, as well, and it felt like his whole body was being used to overpower her. She had come into this hoping that she would be able to use her new training and skill to strike back at him, pull out a win after her embarrassing loss, but he was making her feel like nothing but a dumb bunny for the second time, controlling her from the very second the pair stepped in the ring. She was already starting to fade.

"I got ya now, Coneja~" He laughed, "You can fight all you like, but there's nothing you can do when Zorro de las Calles gets his arms on you. I'm looking forward to showing eeeeeveryone just how cute and easily controlled you are~"

She gritted her teeth at that. He was getting to her, she was fading... She shook her head. No, she was NOT going to go down like that! He was grinding his bulge against her ass, teasing and crushing her neck, making her look like a joke, and she would NOT be a joke. She wouldn't go down like that again. His words may have been meant to demoralize, but they ended up being the final straw. She wasn't going to just fade in his arms, the time had come to fight back, and put this mean little fox back in his place. Or at least remind him just how strong a bunny's legs could be! Too nice? Let's see how 'Nice' he found it when she turned his little choking taunt into a sudden defeat less than a minute into their contest!

She grabbed onto his arms with the last bit of strength she had, and raised her legs, planting her large footpaws against the corner turnbuckle. She bent forward, pulling Nick in a bit, and then kicked out and straightened out her legs.

"Hey, what are-gAHHHH!" Nick gasped out as Judy kicked forward and completely overbalanced the pair of them, sending them both tumbling down to the ground, Nick lying flat on his back, the strangling hold turned into a sudden pin, and the cute bunny arched all the way over following it, until her body formed an arch, and her weight pressed Nick down and into the mat.

"One!" She grunted, struggling to get the words out considering the awkward position.

"Two!" She continued, leaving enough time it was obvious that it was a real pin, but calling out every number as soon as she was sure she could, in the hopes that she would be able to pull off the pin before her opponent even realized that he was in danger of losing.

"Thr-AHHH!"

She felt Nick bring his shoulder off the mat at the very last second, escaping the pin and quick defeat, and not even waiting until he had a chance to breathe before rolling along with the hold, and pulling Judy's head in and under his arm.

Now she was still on her front, but he was on his as well, and his head was above her chest. He had gone in an instant from beneath her and being pinned to on top of her and holding her close in and under his arm. Her counter, based on her impressive leg power, had been effective, but it had only led to her finding herself in a situation just as rough, but now even more helpless. If he twisted his hips and turned himself around, he could be on her back in an instant, grinding and rubbing on her ass as well as crushing the air from her throat. Then again, he wouldn't even need to roll over and change position to start humiliating her. He was squeezing her throat, dominating her with his arms, and pinning her under his weight already. He could choke her out and get going, or continue the humiliation until she was in tears. It was up to him.

He opted for the continued humiliation, crushing his forearm against her windpipe, and only adjusting his hips a little bit forward so that he could reach along her body to grope her tight ass - And, not coincidentally, give her a good look at his bulge as he did so. It wasn't much comfort to her to see that he was enjoying her position as much as she didn't want to admit she was. HE didn't have any mercy on that front either, as he pulled her forward, and began to pump his hips in front of her, teasing her with his juicy cock, and the knowledge that she was completely controlled once again.

The taunting wasn't being kept to the purely visual either. He reached down, grabbed the waistband of her pants, and gave a good hard slap against her ass. Even trapped as she was by flesh, fur, and muscle, she could hear a smacking sound likely loud enough to peak the camera's microphone or potentially do some damage to the speakers of whoever would end up watching this. She helplessly followed up the smack with a low 'Ahhhh~' and felt saliva drip from her lips, well aware the only mercy here was that the camera wasn't picking up that part of her domination.

"Oooh, looks like you're in trouble once again!" Nick taunted, before delivering another slap to her ass followed up by a breath-beating squeeze of his forearm on her throat. "No matter what you do, you're going to end up here. Shoulda tapped out earlier, Judy, because that's not gonna be an option anymore. You're gonna get thrown around the wrong, squeezed 'til your eyes bulge, and find yourself begging to cum as I show off to everyone just how weak you are. I'll use your mask as a jizz-rag, bunny~*

Judy blushed as he battered her butt, her muscles tensing a little in response to the slap. He was a good fighter, she wasn't going to deny it, but she KNEW she was better than this! How was he out-wrestling her so easily? She'd done better than this the first time. The first time she had been in the ring with him, he'd needed to cheat to win. Now he was bullying her fair and square, and molesting her ass like... Well, like he did when they WEREN'T being livestreamed to the entire ZPD via MooTube.

She couldn't allow that to continue. She wouldn't be a cute dumb bunny tonight, and she would have told him if she had been able to draw in enough oxygen to speak. As it was, all she could do to object vocally was let out a sound like a mix of a gasp and a sob. Physically, though, there was a little more the bunny could manage. She pushed her legs back, and planted her foot paws flat on the ground, reaching up with her arms around the vulpine's back, trying to use him almost as a pillar to pull herself up.

It started to work, as she clutched herself to him, even as saliva continued to drip from her lips in a long, flowing stream. For all his efforts to stop her, Nick was getting forced to his feet, and as she leaned her head against his chest and heard his heart beating rapidly, she could feel the muscles tensing in an attempt to stop her. Once again she had found a way to turn her legs to her advantage in this match, and the fox, handsome though he was, was being outmuscled as she used them to rise. Rise and, at the same time, force him to back off, pushing towards the ropes of the basement's ring.

She finally pinned him back in, his back muscles flush against the ropes. It was just what she had been waiting for, just what she needed. Now she could really hold onto him properly, adjust her footing to make sure that she could really place her feet. She was being humiliated in the match a few minutes ago, yes, but she was about to take the advantage, and then nobody would be calling her a dumb bunny anymore! She wrapped her arms tighter around his hips, and was met by a small and slightly amused gasp from the vulpine.

"Hey, what's that?" He laughed, and even shook his waist back and forth a bit, "You really wanna grab my foxy butt that bad? You know we're still in a match, right?"

Of course, she did know. It was the whole point of this. She was going to teach this overly cocky fox bitch a lesson about treating bunnies like jokes. She clutched tighter, her hands digging deeper into his ass, and then set her feet, stood up, arched her back, and LIFTED!

Lifting with the back was not normally the best way to do it, but when it came to executing a back suplex, it was the ONLY way to do it. She enjoyed the gasp that came from the fox as he instinctively loosened his arm from her throat, allowing her to draw in breath for the first time in too long as well, and she sent him flying upwards, over her shoulder, and then slamming down hard on the mat.

The crash of their bodies against the ground was, quite literally, bone-rattling. SAhe was glad she had kept her tongue in the right position, she wasn't entirely certain she wouldn't have bitten it clean off if it had been pressed up against her teeth. Of course, if she was in rough shape, Nick would have to be in rougher, and she should probably have gone for a pin. It would have been the right move to win the match, but while she might have been dressed like a Luchadora, she was still just herself. Whatever good shape she might have been in, she wasn't used to trying to think on her feet in the ring. She needed a moment to recover.

She lay on her back, winded, and gasping, staring up at the ceiling. It had never occurred to her just how hard those moves were to DO. Sure, painful to receive, obviously, you were being dropped from body height on the mat, but hitting the ground herself wasn't exactly a relaxing feeling either. She took a few more long, deep breaths as she looked up at the concrete ceiling, glad at least that the MooTube stream had caught that moment of power, before rolling over once more.

She got on her belly, and then over onto her hands and knees. The bunny took a few more deep breaths, trying to shake off the stun. She must have brought the back of her head (External Occipital Protuberance, as the announcer gorilla was fond of calling it.) She shook her head again, looking at the camera with a wry smile on her face. She'd got him, and she'd got him good. Even if she was smaller, a little less aware of lucha, and a lot less tricky, her legs had served her well.

"Ya see," she taunted into the camera, "This is why you don't mess with a-AAHHHH!"

She'd gotten a bit distracted by the camera, and been thinking more about the humiliation of her opponent and less about the match than she should have. Nick was recovering, too, but his time watching the Lucha shows had taught him when how to spot a good opening, so while the attack had hurt him more, he'd known that he had to get back up quick, and while she was talking, he was getting as much breath back as he could before leaping on her. One arm hooked under hers, and then up around the back of the neck. The other reached around and under, and locked his hand on her neck as well. Once again, Judy had made a mistake, and once again, she was paying for it with her breath. His attacks on her neck hadn't just been effective, they'd been downright destructive, and were leaving her barely able to recover even when she did have a momentary advantage. Once again, her breath was being sapped, but this time it was coming along with a wicked Full Nelson hold.

Nick didn't leave it to just grabbing her neck and controlling her, either. He began to twist her around, pressuring the neck and whipping her whole upper body, as he pulled her up first to a kneeling position, then a standing one. A minute ago, she had been in control and able to show off, but now she was being treated as the trophy once again, and anyone watching would see how helpless she was against his power.

As much as it hurt, the thought of that humiliation wasn't enough for her to recover from his attack, at least not yet. She was still flagging in his arms, and he was just teasing her. She felt his hand slowly snake around her chest, down from her neck and instead into her sports bra. Even as he whipped her around with one hand, he started to slowly undo her top with the other. After a little bit of time working on the front clasp, the bra fell to the ground, and her cute little bunny breasts were exposed to anyone watching. She let out a light gasp at that, one that just got louder and sounded weaker when he started to squeeze her breasts. He was using her like a toy, the same way he had in their previous match, showing off his mastery of her body, just using her. Underneath her soft grey coat, her face was blushing as red as the recording light of the camera. She wanted to get out, she had to get out, but he was so hot and strong, and, just as bad if not worse, that red light let her know that it wasn't just him enjoying her humiliation, it was the entire police force.

"I have you, bun-bun," he taunted her, giving her tit a sharp squeeze, "Got the top off now, and I'm going to get the mask off soon. Anything you want to say to the audience~?"

She just groaned at that, her ability to answer more than a little limited by his rough use of her breast. She was drooling, humiliated for them, but she shook her head, finding a way to get the words together.

"Y-yeah," she gasped, "W-watch this!"

Once again, she used her leg muscles to save her. She knew better than to think she could pull her way out of the hold and overpower Nick, to do so would require a level of power that went far beyond what she could muster, and besides, powering out like that could honestly have done serious damage to his arms, and she didn't want that. She wanted to destroy his ego, not his body. So instead, she planted her feet, and started to push back.

Nick seemed almost confused at first by the attack, and as she forced him back, he simply teased her. "You know you can't back off so far they can't see, right?" It was a good taunt, but also a waste of a few vital seconds. As she reached the center of the ring, she suddenly twisted, and started backpedaling closer to the camera, but more importantly, straight towards the corner post.

Nick had wasted his time teasing her, and didn't think to try to stop her until she had picked up too much momentum to be stopped. His back smashed into the corner, and his arms instinctively fell away from her body. It rattled her, too, because she stepped forward... Only a pace or two, though, before stopping, and delivering a heavy back kick right to the fox's belly. The 'Oof' on impact was satisfying in an almost sexual way, and she heard a low 'Thump' when the fox fell to his hands and knees, out of breath and exhausted by the blow. She smiled again, and winked at the camera. NOW she had him.

It was a great advantage to have an opponent down like that, on their hands and knees, head down. Nick had showed exactly why all through the match. Whether from a suplex or some other attack, whenever she had been face down, she'd been in trouble. He'd been able to adjust his position, go on the offensive, and grab her. Now she had the same opening on him, but with one distinct advantage, and one that he wouldn't be able to counter. She didn't need to change position.

In a wrestling match, you almost never want to have your back to your opponent. The exception to that almost, though, is when you're a woman with naturally strong legs who's been practicing headscissors and triangle holds for weeks in a quest to get revenge on a cocky fox who's gotten too big for his uniform pants and needs to be put back into place. Most people would have turned to attack him, but most people weren't bunnies. Rather than turn around to find the best way to crush the gasping and bent-over vulpine, she simply took two steps back, until she felt his shoulders against her calves... And swiftly locked her legs TIGHT around his head, in a standing headscissors hold! It was a dangerous position, of course. If her opponent stood and twisted back, for example, taking her on his shoulders and slamming her down, or if he tripped her, pulled back, and took her back again. Any of those positions would be dangerous, and even probable... If she didn't have legs like iron bars crushing so tight that all the man beneath her could do was let out a breathless scream as her thighs crushed down on his head like a hydraulic press. She squeezed, tight, and all that Nick could do in response was writhe in pain and grip at her powerful legs.

The feeling of him scrabbling at her legs, trying to pull himself out of there... It was enough to turn the crotch of her trunks a slightly darker shade of blue from the excitement. She, she wasn't exactly getting off to it, at least not yet, but she WAS loving it. He was pushing on her, and she simply tensed her legs, then had to almost laugh as she felt him not only fail to dislodge her, but actually have his arms pushed BACKWARDS by the might of her calves. He was hers, right now, and she was not going to go easy on him.

"Now who's the one having fun, Nick~?" She teased.

"Ahhhhk... Awww!" he answered, his attempt to tell her to 'Fuck off' completely stymied by her legs. She had her muscles right at the corner of his jaw, and as a result, he was being forced to hold his mouth open, and pool saliva on the ground. It was a powerful feeling, powerful on a level she had almost never felt. Yeah, it felt good when she'd crushed him in her thighs in their match, of course it had, but that had just been a fun grapple. This was personal, and there was nothing she had ever felt that could compare to the sensation of crushing someone when they really, REALLY deserved it.

Second by second, pushes on her legs got lighter and weaker. She could feel the strength fading, as he began to realize that her legs were a prison that he couldn't break out of, and he was just going to have to wait out his sentence. Little did he realize just how long that sentence was going to be.

In one single, athletic motion, she leaped into the air and twisted her hips, pulling the fox up and wrenching his neck around as well. He was smart enough to tell what was about to happen, and she was kind enough to have jumped to the side as well as turned, so there was no danger of his neck snapping... But it would still be agonizing when she came down on her back, and he landed hard with his head still stuck crushed in her thighs.

Then she reached down and grabbed her hands against the top of his mask, specifically the ears for maximum pain, loosened her legs just a little bit, and tugged up. He was already on the verge of screaming from how she had wrenched him around, now he had the added agony of a tug on the hair. He just let out an agonized yell, one that was just short of frightening and even then only because she knew the person doing it to him didn't have any REAL ill intentions. At least, none beyond bringing him to tears and completely shattering his pride.

Then, once she has him pulled up and ready, she locked her thighs closed once more, and this time, she bent her lower leg aroundleg in around his throat as well. It turned the compression hold into a choking one, cutting off the fox's breath with her calf like a bar across his throat, as she squeezed in tighter with her thighs. Nick had had a chance to breathe again as well as a jolt of adrenaline from the neck wrench, and he resumed his struggles to pull himself away from her legs, push her off, find anything that'd save him from her thighs.

He was a fighter at heart, he had an instinct to keep struggling against the mighty bunny muscles. An instinct she would make no apologies over exploiting, and enjoying. The way his head writhed against the crook of her crotch was like a lovely automatic massager. Her thighs flexed around his head, her muscles bulged, and her calf cut in on his airway. And yet, he didn't give up, and he didn't give in. He continued to pull at the bar of her calf, the bulging muscles in the back, the might of her legs as they squeezed tight against his throat.

She, for her part, simply let him. No, more than that, she squeezed tighter and enjoyed it. A few times she would even release a little bit on his neck to give him a couple breaths, and a false hope that escape from her mighty thighs was coming. There could be no escape from her legs without her permission, though. He had learned that in the first match, when he'd been forced to resort to trickery and psychological manipulation to escape her hold, but a trick like that was a one-use weapon, and he had used it. Now she didn't care how badly he cried out, how helplessly he squirmed for her, she wouldn't be showing him an ounce of mercy. More than that, she was going to draw out his defeat, so everyone, including and especially him, could see just what how powerful she truly was, that she was no 'dumb bunny,' no, quite to the contrary. She was a smart bunny, a dangerous bunny, and a powerful bunny. A bunny not to be toyed with... Lest she decide to toy with you right back.

His struggles were a joyous experience, but it was a joy she knew couldn't last forever. She hadn't tried this on him, not yet, but she had been in plenty of spars in the ZPD rec room where other furs on the beat had learned the danger of her legs firsthand. As handsome and powerful as he was, Nick was following the same pattern so many others had between her thighs. His struggles began to fade, muscles loosening as they couldn't pull enough oxygen from the blood, hand starting to fall limp on her thigh. It was a wonderful thing to feel... But it was only the beginning of the end.

The truth is, her favorite part came next, as the little bits in the back of the brain that drove the survival instinct realized the rest of him was shutting down. His struggles grew once more, desperate, and his hands clawed with a renewed vigor at her calf. In a world of predators, of course, clawed was rather literal, he was scratching her up good, but it honestly just made her feel that much better, it was a little bit of a push against her, reminding her of his helplessness. This, though, was the last gasp of a bitch about to go down, and she just tightened her legs and waited out his defeat.

Soon, his desire not to give in was crushed out of him as well, and he reached up for her thigh, starting to tap rapidly and desperately on it. Judy, meanwhile, just held him tight, acting like she didn't even notice it. Nick's taps grew faster, harder, and she released her calf from his throat just a little.

"Yes, Nick?" She asked, as her leg had given him just enough room to wheeze out a few words.

"I... Give..." He panted.

Judy nodded, "Oh, I noticed. I'm just not done with you~"

She locked her legs back around his throat tight, crushing his windpipe once more, and looking into his helpless eyes. He knew, of course, she wouldn't take this anywhere beyond humiliation. He just hadn't realized how humiliating she could be. The grey bunny sat up, looking down in the vulpine's eyes, and began to slap him hard across the face. She was a little tempted to pull the mask off right then and there, but no, she would let him keep his dignity in that respect a little longer. After all, she had so many other ways to strip it from him! As she did, she began to throw slaps at the back of the vulpine's head, making sure he could feel her power over him. She even began to pump her hips against him, like she was fucking the poor fox.

"Mmmm, too late for you now, foxy. If you'd been nice to me before, maaaaybe I'd be letting you out now, but you weren't. You're the one who decided that I didn't need any mercy or reprieve, you're the one who humiliated me in front of all our coworkers, kept going even after the match ended, and now, you're the one who's going to be taken down in front of eeeeeverybody. You made a mistake, Zorro de las Calles. You can fight and struggle and try all you want, but when you get in the ring with a bunny, sooner or later, these thighs" She gave another crush, and enjoyed the agonizing, panicked gasps she got in response, "Are going to take you apart."

As Nick struggled, Judy kept a careful watch on how she held his throat. She wasn't going for a victory here, after all, she was going for a humiliation. Tapping out was nice, but after the way he had tormented her, tapping out wasn't going to be enough to satisfy her desire for revenge on her fluffy foe. He had let her pass out and humiliated her. For her part, she wasn't going to be as merciful. There would be no passing out for this fox. She used her mastery of her thighs and the scissor hold to ensure that the fox could never quite draw in a proper breath, and would be perpetually on the edge of collapse. He of course knew that there was no chance of her actually hurting him, but his instincts were overwhelming him, and every limb was flailing as he desperately scrabbled at her thighs, her calves, even simply kicking at the ground in an attempt to find some reprieve from her mighty leg muscles.

She continued the torture, the teasing, the twisting and pulling on his head and wrenching of his neck muscles for a little while longer, letting the helpless man wonder what it would take to be freed from this mighty muscle prison, before she finally answered the question implicit in his helpless, teary-eyed gaze.

"I don't just want you to give up this match," she told him, with a sadistic smile, "I want you to let eeeeeeverybody know that I'm not just better tonight, I'm better overall, and you never had a chance against me. You should never have challenged a superior fighter, so admit it!"

She released the grasp on his neck just enough for him to pull in the air to provide an answer, and to her secret satisfaction, it wasn't the one she had demanded.

"J-Judy, I'm not gon-GLLLK!"

"Judy's not here now~" she answered, as she interrupted his response with another clutch of her thighs, "This is Coneja de Oceanica!" She felt him writhing and pulling on her once more, desperate for escape she denied. She added another few slaps to the face to the humiliation, and then reached down, grabbing onto the mask, and starting to slowly pull it off... But that was just a bit of teasing, she wasn't going to unmask him just yet. She had a lot more pride to strip away before she got started on his face. She released the grip on the mask almost as soon as she had taken it, and leaned in

"I'm going to make you BEG me to take this off you~" She taunted, and started slapping him around again. After a few slaps, she reached down, rubbed at the little gap between his head and her pussy to get her fingers slick with her own juices, and brought them up to his lips. As he gagged, she started to slip them into his mouth.

That seemed to be enough to get what she had demanded, as he tapped out once again on her calf, and she let the grip go enough to let him breathe, and he gasped out "Fine! You're the better fighter!" He called out, "I didn't have a chance, you win, you're the best, let me out!"

She looked down at him, as if deep in thought about what to do next. It was all an act though, she had already made up her mind about what she was going to do with the cute little vulpine. She had a lot of lost ground (so to speak) to make up for with the ZPD, a long way to go to remind everyone just how good she was, and even that admission was far from enough to satiate her. She let a few seconds tick past as she stared down at him... And then clutched her thighs closed like a vice once more, and felt him writhe like a bug stuck to an entomologists board as he saw he was a long way from getting out of her iron-thighed grasp.

"Mmm, I dunno, foxy," she teased, keeping her legs locked tight on his neck as a reminder of how easily she controlled him. His throat spasmed with every second that past, and she revelled in the feeling of his saliva dripping onto her calves from the way she denied him air and he was forced to gag and gasp for every little bit he could get, "I mean, you might say that, but... You DID beat me before. If I'm REALLY better than you, how could you have done that? Did you cheat, or trick me, or something?" She asked, and then leaned in, with another cruel smile on her face, "Is there anything you'd like to apologize to me for?"

Nick tried to deny her, shaking his head at first, but there wasn't that much room for the head to shake. His muscles were already strained, being worked over by her powerful, crushing legs. He tried to tell her no, as well, but as soon as she saw the words coming, she crushed in with her thighs once more, making him gag out again. She was going to get a yes, and if she couldn't get a yes out of him immediately, then he wasn't going to be able to speak or breathe until he bowed to her demands. She gave a wicked smile as his muscles twitched, and she slapped him again. The fox gave an almost squeak in response, his head clearly trying to fall to the side, but there was no turning to the side when trapped like this.

She just grinned down at him, "Say what I want to hear~" She instructed the fox.

The fox shook his head, and got slapped for it a second time, her thighs crushing tight. He was defiant, sure, she would have expected nothing less from him, but his defiance would end soon enough. Nobody's will could stand up to being crushed breathless for too long.

As she predicted, after a few more seconds of squeezing, Nick suddenly cried out. Rather, he tried to, she could feel his throat bulging to try to scream against her calf, and released him just enough to allow him to speak.

"Okay! You win, you win, I'm sorry for deceiving you, I'm sorry for tricking you, you're not a dumb bunny, you win!"

It was a good start, but the key word there was "start". It wasn't near enough to have her satisfied. Her thighs clenched tighter around him despite his tearful admission, and she slapped him harder, laughing excitedly as she tormented the handsome fox. "Oh, not a dumb bunny, is that all~?" She asked, as she twisted her hips to torment his neck a little more, and watched the saliva fall from his lips, laughing as he struggled for her, "What else am I?"

"Y-you're better..." He gasped out.

She nodded, her voice a little bit high and taunting as she asked "Better at whaaaaat~?"

"B-better at wrestling!" She clutched in with her calf again, and he gagged out, "BETTER AT EVERYTHING!"

Now that was a little more like it, but his torment still wasn't over. She had enough mercy for him to let him take a few more breaths, but still not enough to fill his lungs, or dispel the overwhelming feeling of destruction that she was forcing into his body.

"Well," she laughed, "If I'm THAT much better, you shouldn't have tried to fight me, should you~?" She teased. He thrashed against her, tugging on her thighs, but there was once again no mercy, and she smiled as he let out a low, weak gasp and finally said.

"Nggghh... N-no... I... Ahhhh... Sh-shouldn't... Have..." He sounded so weak as he said it, so weak and so, well, for lack of any other way to put it... Cute. He was all hers, she had him, completely and totally... And now she was ready for his humiliation to REALLY start.

The question was... Was he? She laughed once more, and leaned in, licking her lips and giving the vulpine a light kiss on the nose. She smiled as he twisted and twitched a bit at that, helpless beneath her.

"Alright, foxy boy~" She taunted, and reached down to cup his muzzle in an almost affectionate manner, but one which served mostly to just grind in how much control she had over the helpless vulpine, "It's about time we get to what I promised earlier. I. Want you." She punctuated every word she spoke with another pulse and squeeze of her thighs in on his head, "To BEG," that was punctuated with one much harder and more wicked than before, "Me to unmask you~"

He twisted once again, and she saw the look of near-fear in his eyes. No, she wasn't going to do anything horrific or torturous to him, she wasn't going to break any limbs or anything of the sort, but she was looking to do worse than just debase him. She was looking to make him debase himself. She could feel the sweat running from his mask, dripping off his back, as he fought with all he had NOT to just give in and ask her for it.

It was a fight she ended with another hard crush of her thighs around his head.

"OKAY OKAY I GIVE I GIVE YOU WIN HUMILIATE ME! PLEASE SHOW ME HOW GOOD YOU ARE!" He cried out, the second her legs gave him air to do so.

"Humiliate you~?" She asked, as she pulled off. She didn't hear exactly what she wanted but, then again, that could just mean there was that much more room for creative and exciting things to do to make sure everyone saw just how weak the fox was after their match. "Well," she shrugged, "If I'm going to start with humiliating..."

She reached down, and grasped his trunks, and then suddenly and quickly pulled them down, revealing his cock for all, or more specifically, the camera, to see. "How about I start with making sure that everybody sees just how much you ENJOY it when I put you in a position like this, hmmmmmmm~?" She asked, and smiled confidently at the camera. For all that Nick might have wanted to object, Judy knew the objections would sound pretty shallow coming from a guy whose cock was already stiffening from the destruction Judy had inflicted on him.

She pulled his trunks off, tight ones, not the long-legged type, which made them absolutely perfect for her purposes, as she stretched them between her hands, and then kneeled down beside him, and stretched them over his mouth as well, tying his trunks behind the back of his head, forming an impromptu underwear gag, that left Nick unable to speak. He would have no choice but for his body to speak for him... And right now, his slowly stiffening shaft was saying something that he would likely prefer to have others not hear... And there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

There was something she could do, of course. She could get going with the humiliation. Already, his mask was being tied on even tighter with the gag, which would only make it that much longer and more excruciating when the time came for her to remove it, draw out the moment of the ultimate humiliation of a luchador.

Even that, of course, was going to have to wait for a little. After all, she had some FUN to have with this cute little vulpine, and even better, it was fun that was going to be witnessed by every fur in the Zootopia Police Department. He had put his big messy footpads on every part of her body after he'd dominated her, and she was going to remind him of just how mean he had been now. She started at the face, then, and rested her foot on his cheek, pushing the side of his head to the ground. She rubbed the flat of her foot against his face, too, like she was grinding him into the ground, and she could just imagine how loud an audience would cheer if they could see what she was doing to him.

"Ladies and gentlefurs," she smiled to the camera, "I present to you, a special new magic trick. Everyone's seen us bunnies pulled out of hats... But it's time I pulled something out of a fox. And, believe it or not, I'm going to accomplish the entire thing without even using my hands. Observe! The more I press... The stiffer his red rocket gets. Isn't that exciting~?" She laughed, and then whispered down at Nick 'You having fun with the dumb bunny now?!', a tone low and just aggressive enough that he could hear, the mockery, but not hissed out with enough force to be picked up on the camera, meaning it looked that much worse for him as his cock just suddenly jumped out farther in a second, and pre-cum began to drip from the tip.

"Oooh, sorry, looks like I'm going to have to end this trick early before he does~" She teased, and stepped back. Her stepping back, though, ensured the whole audience would get a direct and undeniable view of Nick's full foxhood. She dragged her foot down his body, along every inch of his muscle, from his pecs to his abs, and teasing a little bit of the side of her foot along the cock, enjoying the humiliating groan she got as more pre-cum spurted out, "Now..." She considered, "Where did we start~?"

Finally, her foot reached down to his ankle, and she took the victory pose, pressing down on his foot, and raising her hands above her head to flex and show off again. Nick gave a light gasp when she did, which just made her feel that much more powerful, knowing that he was really feeling the humiliation of the moment as she pushed his foot to the ground.

"I'm the champion now, everyone~" She laughed, showing off, and twisting her foot a little, grinding her conquered foe beneath her some more, "And Nicky here is nothing but a weak horny little jobber boy. Who should probably be glad he was choking me out when he tried to fuck me because I've seen cheetahs run a forty-yard-dash in less time than you were in me~" She leaned over him, looking him straight in the eye as she addressed him again, "This is what you get for making me look like a dumb bunny," she told the fox.

Nick only moaned in response, but a moan was a perfectly fine response as far as Judy was concerned. It just made him look weaker, more helpless, more bitchy in the face of her total victory and dominance over his body. His face was masked, but she was pretty sure that the puddle that his head rested in had at least its fair share of tears joining in the drool. Of course, his face wasn't going to remain masked for long... And by the time she was done with it, 'Zorro de las Calles' wasn't going to be able to show his face around here anytime soon, masked or not.

Well of course he COULD, he did still, you know, work at ZPD and it's not like you could get fired for losing a wrestling match with your partner/girlfriend, but... It would at least be pretty embarrassing.

She started to slowly drag her foot up his leg, the same way he had done to her. She felt the line and curve of his calf muscles, the thick striations of muscle and hard bone, and then up to the thigh. She felt his heavy thigh as well, once so powerful, but now lying flat and weak on the ground, like the rest of its owner. She looked up in Nick's eye as she continued her thick fluffy-footed journey up the inner thigh, making the ultimate destination - Or, at least, the NEXT destination - Of her foot completely clear. Finally, she settled on his bulging cock, and felt it swell and throb with every beat of his heart.

She leaned a little bit on his shaft, and felt him squirm beneath her, licking her lips eagerly at the adorable struggles of the male beneath her. "Now," she said, wickedly, as she wriggled her toes and felt his cock buck and twitch, pre-cum beading out of the tip once more, the poor fox clearly already closer to the edge than he would like, "Oooh, having fun with this, are you Nick? She asked. Nick, of course, wasn't having fun... At least not by the traditional definition of the word. He was, though, quite visibly having plenty of pleasure. How could he not? Bunnies, after all, had famously soft and broad feet, useful for running and hopping around, and, while not really related to their evolutionary purpose, EXTREMELY useful for getting a cute fox boy all worked up and tormenting him with a foot job, especially when he was already a little on edge to start with.

"Mmm, and bunnies are supposed to be the cute ones, right?" She teased, wiggling her toes against the fox's cock and enjoying the way more pre-cum splashed from the tip in response. She slowly rolled her foot forward and backward over the shaft, up and down, beginning a little bit of a footjob on him. He writhed and twitched, and soon, his cum would be staining her fur. But why should she, the victor, have to deal with gooey fox seed all over her body, hmm?

"You know, Nick, I know you can't handle this well enough to avoid making a mess... But I wish you'd at least try." Her smile got even more wicked, "But, can't be helped. Guess I'll just need to get a jizzrag to avoid that, hmmmmm~?" She asked, looking him in the eye - or rather, the mask.

Before she could give him time to react, she leaned in, and grabbed the mask, quickly undoing the laces at the back. Nick tried to cry out in shock, or perhaps pain, but she didn't give him a chance to do anything more than that, as she began to tug on the mask, using all her strengTh (not an inconsiderable amount, despite her small size) to get to work ripping the mask from the vulpine's head. Doing so wasn't the simplest task, she needed to lean back as she pulled on the mask, which meant, of course, putting weight on the foot that was pressed to the fox's cock. Her weight wasn't quite enough To make it hurt, but of course, that was even worse for him, as it left him whining and, second by second, getting closer to cumming as well.

She felt Nick grab at the sides of the mask to try to keep it on, and she struggled with him, but of course, he was exhausted and had spent several minutes being stroked to the edge of unconsciousness but never quite being allowed to pass out by a pair of powerful bunny legs, while she had been taking the moment to enjoy her victory. It didn't take too long for her to finally free the mask from the fox's grasp, the necessary force meaning she took a pair of stumbling steps back. Steps which pulled her foot away from his cock - And let her long down at the pre-cum leaking shaft, see just how close to orgasm that foxcock was.

"Oh, look at this~" She smiled, seeing his stiff cock freed from his trunks, and already looking ready to blast. Luckily for her plans, it hadn't gone over QUITE yet. She wrapped the mask around her foot, with the mouth at the arch, and then drove her foot down on it, with his shaft pressed right up to the mouth as 'El Zorro de las Calles' was giving the newly demasked Nick Wilde a mean blowjob. The fox let out a loud, weak sounding gasp, his back arched, and he suddenly came, shooting seed all over her foot and the mask. For all her teasing about needing something to protect her from the mess, much of his seed splashed directly on her foot, squirting out onto her soft fur. The rest, of course, stained his mask, letting the one-time symbol of his power and status as a wrestler become an icon of shame, a filthy jizz-rag and a symbol of his status as Judy's bitch.

Judy continued to grind her foot in, making that thick foxy shaft spurt heavily against her, enjoying the image of Nick writhing and twitching through his orgasm beneath her. She even took her eyes off him, but only to look into the camera, and raise her arms, flexing and showing off for anyone watching the stream at home, and letting them see what Nick was feeling, that Judy was, by far, the dominant partner in this partnership, while Nick, cute fox that he was, was just her little cum-toy bitch when she wanted him to be. That was the might of bunny thighs, after all.

"Awww, Niiiiick~" Judy teased, as she felt the last shots of cream splash out against her foot, "Nick, look what you've done. You've made a mess of your pretty mask." She chuckled, and pulled her foot up, raising it for a moment so that everyone could see his seed dripping off the mask and splashing onto the ground. For her part, she stepped forward, and rested her large foot on Nick's belly, doing so almost casually, as she examined the mask.

"Mmm, this is such a mess," she said, sighing, and looking down in his eyes wickedly, "Look at all this cream. You've really stained it up. We're going to need to clean this up very, VERY quickly" she teased, then stepped up and pressed the mask right up against the fox's face. He shook his head from side to side, trying to deny her, but a quick slap to the cheek put an end to that. His jaw fell open in the resulting gasp of pain, and she jammed his own cum-stained mask into his mouth. Then she stepped back, and looked up at the camera, raising her hands above her heads in a muscle-flexing pose, and continuing the dominance. She rested her foot on his abs, feeling the way they tried to expand with every breath. She leaned in on them a little as well, forcing the air back out, making him grunt a bit... Then cough and gag against the mask, which lead cum to drip into his throat, forcing him to gag and cough more while he tasted his seed, his whole body now writhing as she humiliated him.

"Awww, Niiiick... Something wrong~?" Judy chuckled, looking down at him from her position atop the downed fox stud. "Are you having trouble with that? Don't like the taste? Maybe thinking about not picking fights with girls you can't beat again, 'Zorro'?" She grinned, reached down, and pulled the mask out of his mouth, letting him breath more easily again, his face coated with his seed, saliva, and tears. The mask had far less cum on it now, but it was still wet, dripping wet with what was now mostly his saliva. She held it over his face and squeezed it out like a rag, letting it all drip on his face and soak into his mouth and his fur. Nick could only groan as his face was made even more wet with his saliva and the last remnants of the cum still in the mask.

"Not a bad job though, does look a LOT cleaner. Now. I got something ELSE for you to clean~" she grinned, and tossed it disgracefully to the side, before smiling wickedly and stepping up to him, waving her cum-dripping foot over his face. She enjoyed the look of shock as the fox boy realized exactly what it was she had planned, and it spared him from getting a muzzlefull of cummy bunny foot for an extra few seconds before she stepped down. He couldn't even really fight to keep his mouth open anymore, and she pushed back, forcing him to taste his own seed once again. At first he resisted, but he couldn't resist her for too long, and soon, he started suckling and licking at her cum-coated foot.

And then, with a small smile, she leaned in harder. Her foot covered Nick's muzzle, his mouth and his nose at the same time, and the fox began to squirm beneath her. He reached up to grab her ankle and push on her calf, but she simply shook her head, and leaned harder, letting her broad, flat foot completely cut off the fox's oxygen. She looked down to see the shocked look on Nick's face, and just laughed.

"What, you thought you were getting out of this without being knocked right out?" She laughed, and leaned on harder, reveling in the feeling of complete power that came from quite literally grinding an opponent unconscious under her feet "Oh, you silly silly fox. Just because you were awake when I pulled off the mask, doesn't mean I'm going to be all nice and fluffy and forget you knocked me out. I'm going to leave you just as KO'd as you left me, you silly kit~"

With that, she pushed down harder once more, making sure there wasn't even the slightest area of his mouth or nose that could be used to take in oxygen. He was, completely, her smother toy, being treated like nothing but a cute torture dummy until he passed out. She saw his face turn purple, and felt him drooling again, but kept the smother up, stopping his breath until she was sure he was completely beat, and saw his arms and head fall limp to the ground, totally defeated by the might of her bunny body.

With the fox down and out completely, finally, she stood with her broad foot on his face and flexed for the camera once more, letting everyone watching at home (or watching at the precinct, depending on their work schedule and ability to slack off on ZPD time) see how powerful and dominant she could be. Nick was laid out completely on the ground, arms and legs slack, and cock limp in a puddle of its own cum. Even with him out, she continued to twist and rub her foot against his face a little. After all, he may not be able to see or feel it now, but he could certainly see it when he woke up and watched the video.

With that in mind, she stepped off him, and rolled out of the ring, grabbing the camera and addressing it.

"I hope everyone was watching that really closely," she taunted, "Because that's a lesson I am VERY willing to teach again." She kept the camera focused on her face as she rolled back into the ring, then turned it around to look at Nick, "If you treat me like a dumb bunny, THIS is what's going to happen to you~"

That would ensure she got mocked and challenged less. Or, actually, perhaps more, depending on the tastes of the ZPD officers. Who knows, some of them probably like the thought of being treated like that. It wasn't easy to know which she would prefer, if the rest of the ZPD got more deferential, or if they all stood up to take their shot and get knocked down. What she did know was that either way, she was going to have a LOT of fun with this~