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This story was written for Silvergatomon as their patreon commission reward for March 2018. It contains M/Solo masturbation and M/F sex between consenting adults, and takes place during the events of the movie Zootopia. <3

You Can't Just Touch A Sheep's Wool...

"Mr Wilde... may I speak with you, please?"

Nick glanced over towards Judy. The rabbit had her head buried in paperwork, a bunch of statistics and reports concerning the arrest of now former Mayor Lionheart and the discovery of the various savage predators he had been keeping hidden from the rest of Zootopia's citizens. In less than an hour, there was going to be a press conference. A press conference that would bring the details of what had happened out into the open, and secure the bunny's place as a hero for countless people throughout the city and beyond. Judy glanced up, seeming to sense the fox's gaze upon her. Their eyes met. She smiled. Nick smiled too, only to blush and look away as he heard that same voice from before, soft and yet throaty in its tone, addressing him again.

"Mr Wilde? Nicolas, isn't it?"

He looked towards the source of the voice, now standing just a few feet away. Dawn Bellwether. Deputy Mayor, though now, Nick supposed, the actual Mayor of Zootopia. He smiled at her. He wasn't normally one for people in positions of authority, but... well, from their interactions thus far when she'd let him and Judy get access to the city's traffic camera system, her authority didn't really seem to extend that far.

"Yes, Mayor Bellwether? How can I help?"

He smiled a smarmy, charming smile as the sheep stood upright and looked around bashfully like he'd been speaking to someone else, only to place a hand over her mouth and giggle softly.

"G-gosh. I suppose I am, aren't I. Mayor, that is. You're the first person to call me that. Mayor Bellwether. Oh, I like the sound of that. I really, really like the sound of..."

For just a moment, Nick saw something in the sheep's eyes. A sharpness. A gleam that was almost... almost predatory. But, no. No, a split-second later it was gone. Gone so fast it had to have just been a trick of the light, not really there at all. She smiled bashfully at Nick, almost sheepishly, and gestured down the corridor.

"Would you mind, Mr Wilde? It shouldn't take long. I promise we'll both be back in time for the press conference."

Nick nodded, but turned back towards Judy for another moment. He thought of calling out to her, telling her he'd be right back. Before he could do so though, he felt a hand upon his own. He looked down to see the Mayor clutching at his paw with one of her hands, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Please, there's no need to disturb Officer Hopps. She's had more than enough excitement for one day. All I need right now is you, Nicolas."

Nick felt the sheep squeezing his hand, surprisingly firm in her grasp. He chuckled, and nodded warmly as she released his hand and began to walk down the corridor, the two of them moving side by side.

"Nick's fine, Mayor Bellwether."

She smiled at him as they walked, and nodded softly.

"Nick it is, then. So long as you'll call me Dawn."

They walked for a minute or so, turning a few corners until they reached a small office not unlike the one that Nick had seen Bellwether inhabiting at city hall. From within one pocket of her rich blue jacket, she drew forth a key and stood on the tips of her toes to slide it into the door's lock. She ushered Nick inside, and followed suite herself moments later, closing the door behind them with a click of its lock sliding into place once more. Within the room was a small, rather bare office. The exact opposite almost of Bellwether's cramped, cabinet filled office at city hall. Nevertheless, on a small desk in one corner of the room there sat a picture of what looked like a slightly younger Bellwether sitting upon the shoulders of two larger rams, throwing her hands up and shrieking in apparent glee.

Following Nick's gaze, Bellwether trotted over to the desk and picked up the photograph. She smiled, and cuddled it to her chest for a moment.

"I'd just graduated high school. Zootopia High had never seen anything like it. Three sheep leading the way in academic prowess. Me cleaning up in English, History and Politics, and my friends sharing a joint prize in Chemistry. Our families were so proud, they bought us tickets to see this new up and coming performer who'd just started touring some of Zootopia's smaller venues. Gazelle, she was called. You might have heard of her since then."

She giggled, and set the photograph down again before hopping up onto the desk, her legs swinging out from beneath her skirt over the edge. Nick grinned and stepped forward, nodding.

"That's really great. I guess Judy isn't the only one who knows what it means to subvert expectations, huh?"

Again that glint in the eye, just for a fraction of a moment, as Bellwether smiled and kicked her feet out playfully once more.

"Oh, Nick. You have no idea."

The fox looked around, at the room, at the closed door which only now he noticed had the key slipped into the inside lock ensuring that even someone with another copy couldn't let themselves in from beyond. He looked back at Bellwether, eyebrows raised expectantly.

"So, what can I do for you, Mayor... uh, I mean Dawn."

He continued to smile warmly at the sheep as she slipped off her jacket and laid it out on the desk beside her, smoothing down the front of the blouse that lay beneath it with her hands. Only when her fingers rose and began to pluck at the upper button of the blouse, exposing a little more white, gorgeously fluffy wool beneath did the fox's smile fade a little, and his eyes widen. Before he could say anything though, Bellwether answered him in no uncertain terms.

"The truth is, Nick... I get nervous before public speaking appearances. Always have. It's in my nature, you see. Large crowds, bigger animals than me looming over me, expecting that I have something of value to say. But, I find it easier to cope if I get something of an adrenaline rush going beforehand. Kick that fight or flight response into high gear before I step out onto the podium, so when the spotlight is on me and there's nowhere to run, I give myself no choice but to fight my way through to the end with the only weapons I have as a meek little prey animal. My words. My brain."

Another button popped open, and another. Nick cleared his throat loudly, wondering if somehow the sheep hadn't realised what she was doing. She looked him dead in the eyes. He swallowed thickly. Nope, she knew.

"U-uhhh..."

He murmured, grinning and scratching nervously at the back of his head, unsure how to proceed, how to act. All of a sudden his mind was filled with the thoughts of the last time he and Bellwether had interacted. How he'd squeezed the wool upon her head while she was searching traffic footage for them. How soft it had felt. How incredibly, silky soft and warm and... he shuddered, not in revulsion but in precisely the opposite. He felt a stirring within his loins, and couldn't help but stare as the front of Bellwether's blouse fell open and she revealed a lean, carefully trimmed torso of pure white wool with only the slightest curve to her chest, even less distinct than that present upon Judy's own. Through her lush wool however, his sharp vulpine eyes could just make out the pink of two risen peaks. Two nipples, stiffened and eager for attention.

"I've read your file, Nick. Not your police file, at least... not one of complaints made against you. I know what happened when you were young. Your mother filed a report, but... well, we know how it is, don't we. I'm sure back then the police just laughed it off. A predator being abused by prey. But you... you're not like the others, are you. Not all aggressive and violent. You were so good. So kind. You just wanted to be friends. You didn't care what species they were, or what species you were. You just wanted to be a junior ranger scout. To be brave, loyal, helpful, and trustworthy. And the way you helped out Officer Hopps today... that proves to me that you're still that same honourable, decent mammal."

Bellwether's eyes peered deep into Nick's own, holding his gaze to hers even though he so desperately wanted to look away.

"It would be so helpful of you... so loyal to your city, to your new Mayor. So brave of you to volunteer, and to let me put my trust in you. My faith in you, t-to help me get ready for this press conference."

Nick swallowed thickly once again, his cock beginning to throb within his trousers as he watched Bellwether arch her hips and slide her skirt down, leaving herself in the most delicate pair of black lace panties and not a stitch more. He looked at her, then back at the door. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and...

*********

"Fuck!"

Nick kicked a rusty can, and watched as it went sailing under the bridge, clattering and echoing off the stone supports of the structure before splashing into the near stagnant, murky water that trickled lazily beneath it.

"I'm sorry, Dawn... I'm sorry, Mayor Bellwether."

He repeated in a snarl, echoing the words he'd spoken just a few hours ago.

"I can't. It's not you, really. You're beautiful, and... while this is a little weird, I am flattered that you trust me to do this for you. But, I can't."

He sneered and mocked his own words in a pathetic imitation of how sincere he'd actually sounded back then. God, what an absolute idiot. What a moron to let himself start to feel this way. To get all worked up and invested in that closed minded, judgemental rabbit.

"It's just... it's Judy. Officer Hopps. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm an idiot. But, I... I feel something for her. Something real, something I haven't let myself feel for anyone in a long time. And, even if it comes to nothing. Even if we just stay friends. Until I know that there's not gonna be anything more between us, I... I wouldn't feel right. I'd feel like doing anything with you now, it would feel like I was doing it behind her back."

Reaching down at the ground as he stomped beneath the bridge itself, Nick grasped a loose rock and hurled it as far as his arm would let it travel. He snarled again, turning and drumming a fist against the base of the bridge. Tears streaked down his face even as he sniffed and tried desperately to wipe them away, to re-stopper the dam that he had so foolishly let flow again after so many years of keeping it bottled up, and for good reason.

"So, thank you, Mayor. Thank you so much for thinking of me, and speaking so highly of me, and putting your trust in me. I won't say a word of this to anyone, you have my absolute confidence. But... no, thank you. I can't be with you now. I... I don't want to be with anyone else right now, except for Judy."

A minute or so later, with a small damp puddle in the mud where his tears had fallen, Nick pulled back from the bridge's cold, stained stonework. His face was darkened by a potent scowl, and yet as he turned upon the spot, digging his toes down into the bare earth and planting his shoulders to the stone, he twisted his muzzle into a toothy grin as he glanced from left to right. Above he could hear the occasional vehicle rumbling its way over the bridge, trying to get out of the bad part of town as quickly as possible if it had any sense. Aside from that though, he was all alone here. Just like he was used to, just the way he liked it. Alone, and free to do whatever the hell he wanted.

Reaching down, Nick unzipped and unbuckled his trousers, not sliding them down but tugging them just loose enough to expose his underwear, and within it his sheath. He groped at himself, closing his eyes and manhandling his crotch rather forcefully despite the complete lack of arousal currently present within it.

"You can't just touch a sheep's wool..."

He growled to himself in a poor but mocking attempt at Judy's chiding voice.

"Yeah, Carrots? Well, she wanted me to touch it. So maybe I will. Maybe I'll forget all about you, a-and... and I'll give her everything she ever asked of me. Why shouldn't I, anyway?! Why didn't I? What the hell did I think I was waiting for? A declaration of love. Ha. You didn't even trust me. How could you love me?!"

No matter how far from horny he might have felt in that moment, the manual stimulation of his hand moving upon his sheath soon began to have an effect. Slowly, gradually his cock began to protrude and stiffen. Soon he was able to wrap a hand around it, and to start squeezing, stroking, masturbating as the hazy afternoon sun shone either side of the shaded bridge beneath which he was hidden away from all the world, trucks rolling past overhead without a thought for the weary, frustrated fox far below.

"Bellwether... Dawn..."

As he stroked his cock, Nick's free hand rose from his side and fondled, groped blindly at the air. The fox squeezed his eyes tightly shut, and tried to recall that time in the then deputy mayor's office. The sensation of wool beneath his fingertips. Its warmth, its softness, its luxurious bounciness between his digits.

"...you wanted me? Y-you can have me. There's nothing to stop me. No-one I need to save myself for. So please. Please, Dawn... just... let me touch you. Let me be with you a-and... and forget all about her."

*********

Bellwether's eyes peered deep into Nick's own, holding his gaze to hers even though he so desperately wanted to look away.

"It would be so helpful of you... so loyal to your city, to your new Mayor. So brave of you to volunteer, and to let me put my trust in you. My faith in you, t-to help me get ready for this press conference."

Nick swallowed thickly once again, his cock beginning to throb within his trousers as he watched Bellwether arch her hips and slide her skirt down, leaving herself in the most delicate pair of black lace panties and not a stitch more. He looked at her, then back at the door. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and... opened them again, his tongue flicking out to lick at his chops hungrily. Bellwether saw this, and her own eyes widened. Her body stiffened, and a soft, bleating whimper of longing escaped her as Nick flung himself forward, and buried his face between the gossamer soft woollen thighs of the naked, needy sheep.

Bellwether bleated happily, stuffing her hands over her muzzle to keep anyone who might have been walking the corridors beyond from hearing her cries of pleasure. She wrapped her legs tightly around the fox's neck, locking her ankles together to pin him in place, but whimpered as it became abundantly and rapidly clear that Nick wasn't just leaning in for a momentary tease. His tongue pushed deep into her pussy, and the sheep quaked in instinctive, adrenaline fuelled fright and lust as she felt his teeth pressing through her lush wool and against both the front and rear of her midsection, closed around her buttocks and her pubic mound while he feasted on what lay directly between her trembling legs.

She felt his hands beginning to roam, to explore up her torso, to seek out and tease her stiffened nipples but far more purposefully seeking to simply run his fingers over and through her woollen coat. The sheep wasn't an idiot. Far from it, in fact. She had felt Nick's hands on her hair when he and Judy had come to visit her at city hall. She had seen his reflection in the computer screen. It was that amongst other things that had caused her to seek him out just now, to steady her nerves and embolden her spirit. She knew that he might revel in the opportunity to explore her fluffy form from top to toe, and sure enough, he appeared all too eager to oblige in that regard.

"Oh, Nick! Nick!"

The Mayor tried to hold back, truly she did, but the fox's tongue was just too much. So big, so rough, rasping at her inner walls and slurping down her juices as they burst forth in obscene quantities under the thrall of his pleasure. She clutched at his ears, tugging on them and whimpering, giggling as she heard the fox give a low growl of slight discomfort. She tugged harder, and wailed as his teeth poked a little more firmly against her flesh. Her feet drummed against his back. Her eyes rolled in their sockets. She stuffed a whole hand into her own mouth as she felt his sandpaper tongue drag itself over her g-spot, and she squealed, she bleated and baaaa'd like a wild, helpless beast as without any restraint or control whatsoever she began to cum hard.

"Nnnhnhhghhhaa-ahhhhhhh!"

Her pussy gushed, ejaculate pouring down the fox's throat as his tongue withdrew from her depths and lapped at the exterior of her pussy, gulping down muzzleful after muzzleful of juices while dragging his tongue from convulsing opening to throbbing clit over and over until Bellwether stopped clutching at his ears and instead began to push him away, too sensitive to handle any more.

"Oohhh, ohh that was spectacular. Nick, oh... if I'd known what fox tongues could do before today..."

Slumping back against the desk, Bellwether lay still for a few moments, feeling her body continuing to quiver in the aftershocks of the exceptional pleasure which the fox had brought her. It was only as she began to stir that her ears perked up, twitching as they heard movement from close by. The rustling of clothing, and heavy breathing accompanying it. She raised her head, and bleated softly once again as she set eyes open the sight which awaited her.

Nick kicked off his trousers and underwear in one go, and turned back to face Bellwether just as she was rising up to regard him. He saw her eyes dart immediately to his crotch, to his swollen vulpine erection. He saw them dart back up again, meeting his gaze not with fright, but with bashful, joyous shock.

"I... I wasn't sure that you'd... t-that you'd want to..."

Bellwether swallowed heavily as Nick licked his lips again, and stepped forward with a tender, harmless growl that still set her heart racing and her blood running hot all over again.

"Not want to? Why wouldn't I? There's no-one else. No reason I'd have to hold back. And... besides, what sensible person wouldn't want to be with a beautiful woman like you, Dawn?"

Nick wrapped his arms around the sheep as she sat trembling at the edge of the desk once more, and pressed her face into his chest. He felt her soft, fluffy wool against his body, all over his chest and arms as he let them roam up and down her back, and he growled happily as he felt Bellwether's gentle hands reaching down blindly between them. Trembling as they grasped at his cock, and yet eagerly, shamelessly guiding it down between her legs.

"Please..."

She drew back her head just enough to tilt her neck back and stare up at him, eyes bulging with continued lust, like she hadn't just had the orgasm of a lifetime barely a handful of minutes before.

"Please... b-be quick. You can't knot me. The... t-the press conference."

For a moment, Nick frowned. For a moment the fantasy faded, and Nick heard a truck rumble past over the bridge beneath which he was standing, cock in hand. Then his muzzle twisted up into a devilish, charming smile. A smile he'd practised faking so long and so hard he could almost fool himself into believing it was real. And, if he could fool his own mind in that regard...

"What press conference, Dawn?"

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, stroking one incredibly soft woollen cheek as he craned his neck further down, until at last their lips could meet. They kissed, deeply, passionately.

"There is no press conference. There never was. You've always been Mayor of Zootopia, and me... I've always been Nick Wilde. Loveable scoundrel, beholden to no-one, invested in nothing... but more than willing to hump the Mayor's beautiful bleating brains out, if she'll look out for me and J-..."

Again the fantasy faltered. Nick snarled.

"M-me and... just my friend, Finnick. That's it. That's all. Just us, no-one else."

He stroked the delicious soft wool on Bellwether's cheek, and she reached a trembling hand up to stroke him back as her other hand held his cock pressed between her legs, ready to slide in at the slightest forward momentum from either one of them.

"Fuck me, Nick."

The Mayor grunted desperately to the fox, throwing her face against his chest once more and lavishing his soft fur with kisses, with desperate, tender affection right up to the moment where he did as she asked. Then she was screaming, baa'ing and bleating into his fur as he slid deeper and deeper into her, soon snatching her lithe body up and off the desk and staggering back with Bellwether cradled in his arms, bouncing her up and down on his throbbing cock while they clung to one another, while her unfathomably soft and comfortable woollen form wriggled and whimpered and quivered against and around him.

"Fuck me!"

She screamed again at the top of her lungs, clawing at Nick's back with helpless, harmless fingertips while they bodies bucked and writhed, no-one around, no-one present in the whole world from whom they had to hide their passions.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She shrieked as Nick pinned her to a cold stone wall and his thick knot popped inside of her with a wet slurp, the fox snarling as he began to rut against her delicate frame with fevered, frantic strokes of his hips.

"Nick! Ohhh, ohhh Nicholas! Fuck me, yesss! Aaaahhhhyesssssssssss!"

*********

"A-aaaahhh... aaahhyes..."

With one cheek and shoulder pressed to the cool wall of the bridge's underside, with one hand wrapped around his cock and another around the swollen knot at its base, squeezing and pumping in an absolute frenzy, Nick grunted as he came. Hot ribbons of his cum spilled out from the twitching red tip of his cock, and painted the underside of the bridge as he clung to the mental image of Dawn Bellwether screaming his praises while her soft woollen body wriggled and writhed all over his own. He whined happily, and for a few moments, for a few blessedly sweet moments he forgot all his worries. All his concerns and frustrations and sorrows lost in the thrill, in the passionate throes of his orgasm.

But then... then it was over.

It was done.

And as soon as it was, not only did reality come flooding back, but regret. Guilt. Embarrassment.

God. He'd acted like a child.

Crumpling up the application form. Storming out through the crowd specifically so Judy wouldn't be able to follow him. Going here, where he knew she wouldn't know to find him.

Sure, she'd screwed up too. She'd been a real privileged, naive idiot.

But...

He slumped against the bridge, wiping his cum-stained hand on his shirt before bringing that hand to his face, rubbing at his temples in frustration.

The first good thing, the first really, undeniably and absolutely good thing to come his way in years, and he'd screwed it up. He'd found it, and lost it all within the space of two days. And now, here he was. Jerking off alone to thoughts of a woman he had purposefully turned down, not just because of Judy if he was honest, but because of... he honestly didn't know. There was just something about that sheep, something about Bellwether that he didn't trust. Something in her eyes that was sharp and sour like lemon, much in the same way that Judy's eyes had been sweet. Rich, and sweet like blueberries.

Nick felt tears welling up. He sniffed. He pulled himself upright. He re-fastened his trousers, turned away from the bridge wall, and shook his head.

There wasn't time for that.

There wasn't any point. Wasn't any need.

Tears were no use if there was no-one around to care if you shed them, and the likelihood of anyone shedding tears under this bridge with another person there to care enough to see them, and to want to dry them...

He chuckled mirthlessly.

There was more chance of him actually ending up as the fuck-toy of the Mayor of Zootopia than anyone shedding tears of consequence under that bridge. So, better to deal with matters that weren't practically impossible.

Matters like the inevitable gullibility of Zootopia's many citizens, even when faced with exactly what they expected to see. A sly fox, ready and eager to hustle.

By Jeeves

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