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This story was written as part of my themed Patreon request day for November. This month's theme is 'Reunion'. The story contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and takes place in Zootopia. :3

A Reunion Tour

Finnick growled as he saw the rear bumper of a car protruding out of the vacant lot where his van was parked. Pulling his hooded sweater up over his large ears and extending his claws, the fennec fox crept forward fully expecting to see a couple of idiots trying to jack his house and make off with its speakers or whatever else the fuck they thought they could get away with. They'd soon learn different though, he'd see to that for sure.

As he reached the edge of the fence surrounding the lot however, and peered around to glance down the length of the newly present vehicle, his eyes widened. It wasn't just a poorly parked car. There was a very good reason why the rear bumper was sticking out onto the street. Because the car in question was a stretch limousine, and with its front parked directly alongside the fennec's van at the back of the dusty, sparsely vegetated lot this was simply how far back its rear end reached. Of course, the type of car didn't make Finnick any less nervous. Indeed now his mind was simply switching gears from a pair of small time thieves to someone far more up-market in the criminal world. Mr Big kind of up-market. He pulled his hood down. He retracted his claws, and as he padded into the lot he tried to look as small and non-threatening as possible, hoping that if by some horrific quirk of bad luck he had parked himself on mob-owned property he could calmly, quietly plead his way into simply being allowed to leave. Finnick was no coward when it came to confrontations, but he was also no idiot.

At any second Finnick expected one of the limo's doors to pop open and a burly polar bear's arm to reach out and grab him, or perhaps for a window to wind down and a single finger to beckon him forward. Instead though he made it all the way to the back of his van without hearing a peep from anyone in the car, and thanks to its tinted windows the fennec couldn't even tell if there was anyone inside at all, be it a driver, some passengers or the whole Tundra Town mafia squeezed in like clowns. That fact too soon became irrelevant though, as while he lingered there nervously, not sure how to proceed under the circumstances, he heard a sudden click followed by the rear door of his own van swinging open, pushed from within by a lean, pale furred arm with hoofed fingertips.

"After all this time, Finnick, you still did not change your locks?"

He heard the voice. Her voice, and his heart skipped a beat. Before he could even begin to convince himself he'd imagined it though, Finnick saw a head peer out from the interior of his van. A smiling face with large, bright eyes and lush blonde hair cascading down from two ridged, slightly curved black horns. A hand followed the head, clutching a key-ring tipped with a pair of fluffy black and red miniature dice and a single, very familiar looking key. The spare key to his van that he had given to the last person to share it with him on a long term basis, many, many years ago. The same person, the same very recognisable person holding onto it now.

Gazelle.

She withdrew the key, and her head, her hand emerging empty just a moment later and beckoning the fennec fox forward into the dimly lit interior of his van. For a few moments Finnick just blinked, then looked blankly, almost guiltily around as though wondering what people might think he was doing getting into a tricked out van like his with one of the most famous creatures in all the world. But then he realised... it was his van, and she, Gazelle, was the one who was in it without his permission, key or not. So, whether she was inviting him in or not, it was his call about how and when he entered his van.

Pulling himself up with practised ease onto the bumper, Finnick dragged himself into the van's rear and instinctively pulled the door shut with a heavy, ringing metallic thud behind him. He glared forth into the dim interior, folding his arms over his chest and opening his muzzle to ask Gazelle what the hell she was doing here, and... and it was then that he saw her. It was then that he saw the antelope in the midst of lying back upon the large mattress that covered the majority of the van's rear, spreading her legs and murmuring contentedly as she relaxed while still peering up at the fennec fox, totally and utterly naked.

She smiled at him, her eyes flashing with a mischievous glee that he hadn't seen in years, not on any of her TV appearances or a single one of her music videos. A part of Finnick wondered if she even remembered that side of herself, never mind him and the life they'd shared back then. But now as she grinned and tapped at the mound of her pussy with two fingertips, beckoning him forth once more, he knew. He knew all too clearly now that she most definitely had not forgotten any of it. Least of all how to wrap him around her little finger.

Finnick pulled off his sweater. He dragged his t-shirt up over his head, unzipped his cargo shorts and pushed both them and his underwear down in a single motion, rendering himself every bit as naked as Gazelle. Without a word from her or a single sound from him, he dropped to his knees and crawled forward, eyes wide, tongue lolling out while Gazelle continued to tap almost impatiently at the flesh and closely trimmed fur surrounding her nether regions. She only stopped tapping when his face was close enough for her to feel his ragged breathing against her pussy, and even then the only reason her fingers stopped tapping was that they were suddenly around the back of Finnick's head, pulling him forward and pressing his muzzle to her slit, finally letting loose a sonorous, lingering moan of delight as the fennec's tongue slipped forward and he began to eat her out, just like old times.

"Oh. Oh, yes. Finnick. J-just like that. Oohh... you still remember. You still know just how I like it. It's been too long."

Finnick said nothing, though he whined and blushed as the antelope caressed his large ears while he tongued her pussy and nuzzled playfully, intimately at her clit with the cool, wet tip of his nose. Her scent filled his nostrils and made his mind reel with pleasure as well as a host of intimate sense memories. The smell of her arousal was so familiar, not to mention so evocative of so many passionate nights spent right there in that van as he drove Gazelle around to gigs at some of the rougher, seedier clubs throughout Zootopia and its outskirts. He closed his eyes, losing himself in those memories as his cock rapidly swelled between his legs, and Gazelle's moans grew louder and more insistent, the hand upon the back of his head ever present though not holding him there with such force that he couldn't have easily pulled away had he wished to do so.

"Aahh... yes, yes. Oh, Finn. I... I wish you'd have come to visit me some time. I missed this so much."

He could hear Gazelle's arousal building. He could taste it. Feel it, not only the intensity of her arousal but the volume of liquids wetting his hard working muzzle increasing the more he feasted upon his lover. A part of him wanted nothing more than to keep going no matter what. To keep licking, nuzzling, to keep working Gazelle until he made the pop superstar scream and cum, just like the old days. But, at the same time her words served as a clear reminder to him that these weren't the old days any more. It had been years since he had last seen Gazelle up close in person like this, and no matter how easily she felt she could just slip back into his life and his bed, he felt as though he at least deserved a few answers before simply letting it happen.

She groaned, gasped, but let go of Finnick's head as he began to pull back, licking his lips and panting himself for a few moments as he stared down at her beautifully swollen, now soaking wet nether regions exposed and trembling before him, not to mention because of him. It didn't take long for the horny fennec to pull himself together though, and soon he shook his head and murmured to Gazelle with the frank, open honesty that the nature of their relationship both deserved and demanded.

"I respect the hell out of you for achieving what you have, Ellie, and for staying as chill as you seem to, all things considered. But... you know I'd never be comfortable visiting you at the kind of places I'd find you most times. That's not my world. I don't want the spotlight, I don't even like the spotlight."

He sighed, shaking his head.

"When you made it big, when you moved out of the van, got your own place with that agent of yours, I knew that we wouldn't see each other as much. And after the last time, even though we didn't know it was gonna be the last... I was happy for you. I was rooting for you all the while. Every time I saw you on TV, or heard you on the radio. I was rooting for you. I still am. I always will be, Ellie."

Gazelle moaned. Only partly in continued arousal, but mostly in tender gratitude as she reached out once again and stroked Finnick upon one fluffy cheek.

"I never forgot about you, Finn. I hope you believe that. And, there were so many times when I wanted to sneak out. To run away. To say to hell with all the pressure and the demands of this life I lead now, and just to go back to the van. To you. To living for the next gig, the next con, the next orgasm..."

She shuddered, their eyes meeting and both creatures blushing as they felt a spark ignite within them that had been smouldering, unfed, for years.

"Then today, I... I woke up and I just... I knew I had to see you. I don't know why. I can't explain it. I have no good reason. But, I just... it's like when I'm writing a song. The words just come to me sometimes. They just flow from my heart. And today, there was just one word flowing from my heart."

Finnick chuckled softly.

"So, how did you escape the paparazzi? Or, are there a bunch of pictures out there of your car parked next to my van?"

Gazelle giggled, shrugging coyly.

"I called in a few favours. Offered a few exclusive interviews. I have spent years cultivating a good relationship with the press. They owe me for my good will."

The fennec fox smiled, gesturing to the interior of the van.

"And now you're here."

Gazelle smiled back, and spread her legs a little wider.

"And now I am here."

They regarded one another for a few seconds more, beaming, red faced, both savouring the moment knowing full well what came next. Then Finnick growled, and without another second of hesitation, with no more questions to ask or words necessary to explain what was going on inside his head, he bowed his head forward between Gazelle's legs once again. He kissed the inside of her left thigh, then the right, then nuzzled playfully against her clit once again just long enough to draw another beautiful, lilting cry from her lips. Then the fennec fox pulled himself forward, crawling right in between her legs until it was his crotch, not his face grazing against her own warm, wet nether regions, and he looked up over the antelope's lean body and beautiful, bountiful breasts, growling tenderly under his breath as she stared down at him and nodded, breathing heavily in excitement and anticipation.

For the first time in three years, Finnick pressed his cock into Gazelle's body, eyes rolling back as the heat, the moisture, the clutching, squeezing intensity of her walls washed over him in a manner that was both intimately familiar and yet as unique and wonderful as if it was happening for the very first time. He pushed into her slowly, knowing that he didn't have as much to work with in terms of inches compared to most men, but still more than confident as he pressed his shaft deeper until there was nothing else left to give. A ragged whimper escaped Gazelle as he hilted in her, and he saw an ever greater, more urgent look of anticipation and hope cross her face. He grinned.

"Want me to do it, Ellie? Just like the old days?"

The antelope tossed her head back, horns scraping against the rear of the passenger seat, adding a few fresh scratches to a whole host of older, faded but still clear scratch-lines the origins of which Finnick had always refused to tell anyone who asked. She groaned pleadingly, and even as she began to nod Finnick was already doing it. He bucked his hips sharply forward even though he was already hilted within Gazelle, but nonetheless a shrill, joyous scream of pleasure escaped her as the male's cock twitched sharply within her body. He bucked again, and another scream followed suit. Another thrust, another scream. And another. And another.

"Oo-oooooohhh-hhh... oh, Finnick. I forgot h-how... ahhyes! I forgot how good it felt. Oh my god. Oh my... ohhh, yes. Yes, t-that's it. That's the spot! Finnick! R-right there... right... aaaahhhhhhh..."

Finnick growled and huffed happily as he watched Gazelle go crazy just like the good old days, his cock not the biggest, not the thickest in Zootopia, but perfectly sized for striking the pop diva's g-spot with each and every twitch when he was hilted inside of her. He truly had missed having the antelope around. He missed her warmth, her sense of humour, and he missed that devilish twinkle in her eyes that told him a fun night was ahead. But right now, consumed by desire as he was, this was probably what Finnick had missed the most. Not just sex. Not just fucking Ellie. But rather, making Ellie scream. Making Ellie squirt, and cum for him. And knowing full well that once they got started together, once she got it in her head that she was going to have him park his van and hump her brains out, that it wasn't going to be over in five minutes. Or ten. Or thirty. Or even an hour.

"Cumming! I... I'm... ooohhhhhhgodyessssss... F-Finn! Finn!"

Once she got started, once the van started to echo with her screams, she just didn't stop. And more importantly, she didn't let him stop.

And now that she had found him again, now that she had taken this little reunion tour of hers and brought them together in his van once more after so long apart, Finnick hoped that Gazelle still reacted that way today. He hoped that she didn't let him stop for as long as either of them could bear it and beyond, and that even when finally things did wind down between them again and Gazelle had to return to her life of stardom, it would be slightly less than a few years before the next time she sought him out to replay their greatest hits.

"Cum in me, Finn! Oh, yes. Ooohh my god, yes, y-you're... you're doing it! Oh Finnick, I... I'm gonna, a-aahh... again. Yes! W-with me... cum with me, Finn! Ah yes! Yes! _F-Finn, yes _!"

By Jeeves

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