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"Fin! You made it!" Nick cried, the fox's arms spreading out happily like he wanted a hug. He was dressed casually on his day off, the red fox watching the fennec park his muraled van on the bridge above and climb out. As the fennec descended the side of the bank down to the dry creek bed, Nick grabbed a couple of beers out of a cooler at his feet.

"Nick, you ol' flatfoot," Fin chuckled in his deep voice, taking the beer from Nick and popping the top off. "I didn't think ya rubbed elbows with us hustlers no more."

"Nonsense, buddy!" Nick assured, swigging from his own beer and sighing contentedly at the taste. "I might be a cop now, but I'll never forget where I came from."

"Yeah, well, Judy ain't exactly the type to go givin' up on ya if ya did, Nicky," Finnick growled, swigging at his own beer. The smaller vulpine sat down on one of the lounge chairs that Nick had set up along the edge of the dry creek.

"She sure isn't," Nick agreed, leaning against the bridge support. Traffic occasionally passed above them, but Fin had parked off to one side, out of the way, before he descended down to meet Nick. "Carrots doesn't know when to give up."

The small fennec chuckled, flicking one of his large ears. "She sure got her paws on yo' ass when she wanted ya." He agreed. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"Neither did I," Nick said, nodding, sipping his beer. "But Carrots is something else. I've never seen a bunny with so much tenacity. She's amazing."

"Yeah yeah, Judy's great, the whole city thinks so, jeez," Finnick grumbled, "I bet she's got a real nice tight bunny cunny too, huh, Nick?" He rolled his eyes at the red fox, grumpily.

"I wouldn't...uh...I wouldn't know," Nick grunted, tugging at his tie a little, uncomfortably. "Judy is pretty traditional. Wants to get married or at least have an anniversary first, I dunno." the red fox shrugged.

"Oooh I bet that's damn hard," Finnick laughed. "Does she bounce around the locker room naked? Or is yo' ass eyelevel with a buncha dicks as big as you and nothin' else?" he slapped his knee, cackling. Nick scowled and swigged his beer. "She...does not. They have their own locker room for girls."

Finnick's hilarity increased. "Hahahahaha, so it's just you, dodgin' dicks and tryin' to not git clobbered by balls as big as yer fuckin' head then! I bet some 'o them flatfoots got pinkies as big as yer whole dick, eh, Wilde? How's it feel to be the smallest cop on the force?"

"Hey! I'm a hell of a lot bigger than you, Fin, AND I'm not the smallest cop on the force in the locker room, that's for damn sure," Nick retaliated, becoming flustered. "I'll have you know, I'm bigger than some of the wolves on the force!."

Finnick stopped laughing, looking over at Nick. "Bullshit. Ain't no way in hell yer bigger than a wolf. Yo' ass is barely four foot tall. Yer dick is what? Five Inches? Six? And I bet that's rock hard on a GOOD fuckin' day."

"Fin, ol' boy," Nick replied, that smooth, hustler's expression coming over his features. "My sheath is six inches long. Every day. My dick is twice that."

Finnick sucked his teeth. "Yer fulla shit, dude. I ain't some wet behind the ears kit that don't know shit from shoeshine. Ya can't hustle me."

Nick smirked. "It ain't a hustle, Fin." He said, smugly. Nick set his beer on the ground and reached down, pulling the zipper on his brown slacks. Fin watched, surprised, as the fox pulled his fly open and fished inside. His surprise only grew when Nick flopped a fat, furry sheath out into the setting sunlight. He was telling the truth, his sheath was six inches long, at least. It was thick too, and Fin had to admit, however grudgingly, that it did look more like a sheath one would expect to see on a wolf. Nick flopped it a little with his fingers, showing its weight.

"See? Toldja, shortstuff." Nick boasted. "Just because you're little toot-toot, doesn't mean I am. I'm the daddy, remember?"

"Man, shut the fuck up," Fin snapped, growling. "Put that away, dammit." Nick snickered and tucked his sheath back into his pants, zipping up with that same smug grin.

"Sorry, little buddy, but you did ask for it," Nick said. Finnick cut his eyes toward the fox, his ears flattening. "Yeah yeah, live it up, flatfoot." he growled, guzzling his beer.

After that exchange, Nick and Finnick continued to chat, the conversation turning away from Nick's new job and Judy to some of their old hustles. The fennec, however, couldn't get the image of Nick's thick sheath hanging out of his pants out of his mind. Not because he was attracted to the fox, but because he couldn't believe that Nick was so well-hung. Finnick had always been jealous of the other fox's height, even though neither of them was considered to be 'large'. Finnick hated that his diminutive stature had put him in positions of playing a kid, or a baby in their hustles. He was always seen as the runt, the shortstop background player to Nick's cons. Finnick already hated being short, but for his size to be the only thing offered, it had always niggled at his pride.

"...Man, I can't wait until Judy decides she's ready to go all the way..." Nick was saying, breaking in on Finnick's thoughts. The fennec looked up. "All the guys on the force look at her, but she's partners with this sly fox." Nick jabbed his thumb toward his own chest, grinning proudly.

Finnick rolled his eyes. "Man, ya can't get offa that, can ya?" he snapped.

"Sorry, little buddy, I don't mean to rub it in. It's just... hard y'know? Hearing the other guys on the force talk about what they'd like to do with her. Knowing that eventually I'm going to GET to do those things with her. Mmmph." Nick said, his paw adjusting his bulge. He was already tipsy, the red fox having downed a six-pack already. It was no wonder his mind kept going back to getting to hump Judy. Finnick winced at the words 'little buddy', the fennec becoming more and more agitated as Nick boasted. He tried to look away, to calm himself. He and Nick had been friends for a long time, and business partners to boot. Finnick took a deep breath, and blew it out. He could give Nick his time in the spotlight.

"Do you think she's ever had a dick as big as mine in her, Fin ol' buddy? I mean, really? She's a little rabbit, shorter even than you are! I wonder if I'll have to go easy on her? Wouldn't want to give Carrots too much of my jumbo carrot at once!" Nick slurred drunkenly, swigging another beer.

Finnick gritted his teeth, his whole body rebelling against the red fox's boasting. He had already told the fox in the past to lay off his height or he'd regret it. Nick apparently hadn't listened, or was too far into his sex fantasies too care. Finnick smirked to himself. He would fix that.

"Why don'tcha crack into another beer and tell me all about it, big guy," Finnick wheedled, pushing a fresh can from the cooler toward Nick across the small table between their chairs. Nick, already half-hammered, made no objections. He popped the top on the beer and began telling Finnick all about what he wanted to do with Judy when she was ready. By the time the sun had set, Nick was plastered. Finnick had kept plying him with beers, asking questions he didn't care about hearing the answers to, just to keep the red fox drinking. The last beer he passed the red fox, he slipped a small red pill into. One of their conman buddies had given it to him, a memory suppressant. It worked best with alcohol. Nick never noticed.

When Nick was under the table, drunkenly snoozing, Finnick smirked and got up. The fennec grabbed Nick under his arms, and despite his size, dragged the inebriated fox under the bridge culvert and into the deep shadows there. No one could see them from the road, and it was too dark to be seen beneath the bridge anyway. Finnick popped Nick's belt and unceremoniously dragged the red fox's pants down to his ankles. As expected, and planned, Nick's hard cock popped up against his belly like spring. The thud of it was audible, a meaty slap. Finnick scowled. Nick hadn't been conning him about the size of his erection either. A foot of fox cock lay throbbing on Nick's trim tummy, drooling precum onto his shirt. Fin had gotten him talking about Judy and his desires to make sure that fox cock was plenty hard and out of his sheath when the fennec was ready for it.

Finnick reached into his pocket and flipped out a large pocket knife. The fennec had planned to make sure that Nick's bragging ass never got to experience what he so desperately wanted with Judy. As he stared at Nick's cock throbbing on his belly, his knot still half buried in his sheath like a softball, the logistics of what he was about to do crossed Finnick's mind. He realized he would need something to stop the bleeding, and so hurried up to his van. He returned quickly, with a ziptie and a rubber band, all he could find that would suit his task. When he got back, Nick was drunkenly stroking his cock with one paw, the fox still unconscious but his body apparently was still pent up and eager from the talk. Finnick rolled his eyes, and quickly kicked Nick's paw away from his cock. The red fox grunted, but he didn't wake up. He had, however, saved Finnick the trouble of getting his knot out of his sheath.

The fennec knelt down between Nick's legs, the smaller fox looking at Nick's manhood. He still couldn't believe the red fox was so hung, even his furry nuts were huge. He looked more like he was toting a wolf's package between his legs, as Finnick had thought before. Fin wasn't into males, not really, but he was fascinated by the heft of Nick's prick. He found himself reaching out, picking up the huge piece of fox meat and holding it in his paw. It was so thick he couldn't close his fingers around its girth. He was clean, at least, Finnick was glad for that. He didn't want to be smelling fox dick on himself all night when he was done.

The fennec gave Nick's cock a little stroke, just to feel it throb. Nick's meat was heavy, and it twitched in Fin's paw at his touch. Nick grumbled happily in his sleep, his hips bucking a little. The fennec saw Nick's nuts tighten up a little, and a blob of precum spurted from the pointed tip of Nick's cock.

"Oh hell no," Finnick growled, taking his knife and giving Nick's knot a little prod with its point, just enough to hurt. "Yo' ass ain't cummin' tonight, Slick Nick." Nick yelped a little bit, and his cock softened slightly from the slight cut Fin had opened on his knot. Seeing the small trickle of blood escape reminded Fin. He took out the ziptie and tugged Nick's sheath back as far as he could, revealing the narrower root behind the fox's penis. He noosed it with the tie, quickly pulling the sturdy plastic fastener tight as he could around Nick's root. That heavy vulpine dick swelled even more as its circulation was constricted, veins bulging along its shaft and over its knot. It started darkening, the blood trapped in it making the swollen organ taut as an overfilled water balloon. Finnick watched it throb, a smirk forming on his lips. "Ya really wanted to put this bad boy all up in Hopps, didn'tcha, Nicky?" he chuckled, as he stretched the rubberband over the fox's taut shaft and worked it downwards. It almost snapped as he forced it over the intensely swollen, bulging knot, but he successfully got it behind it after a tense moment of wrestling. Nick's cock got even more swollen, turning an intense shade of almost purple. There was about an inch of space between the ziptie and the rubberband, where Fin planned to make his cut.

The fennec took his time, however. He enjoyed watching Nick's hips hump the air as his cock clearly started to go numb. He whimpered, frowning, as the fennec watched Nick's cock start to strangle while still attached to him. He bounced the red fox's throbbing shaft from paw to paw, feeling its heft starting to resemble more a hunk of sirloin, than an appendage. Finnick gave it a flick, and Nick didn't respond. "Alright, Slick Nick. Time to lose yo' DICK!"

The fennec reached for his pocket knife once more, bringing the sharp blade down to the root of Nick's cock. He pulled on Nick's shaft, stretching it up taut, and with the other paw he started to cut into the side of the fox's swollen prick. The blade sliced in easily, Parting the narrower root of Nick's cock like butter. Finnick sawed the blade back and forth, watching it cut deeper and deeper into Nick's penis, until the blade came to a stop against something hard. Finnick realized it was Nick's baculum. The fennec hmm'd, frowning. His pocket knife didn't have the leverage or the weight to cut through bone. He improvised.

Finnick circumnavigated the root of Nick's cock, slicing all the way around it bit by bit. Nick's prized prick was attached to him then only by the baculum, the meat of his shaft shorn free and in two. Finnick, however small, was a predator. He didn't exactly relish the idea, but he lowered his muzzle and with a quick 'chomp' bit into the root of Nick's dick. The fox cock jerked, but Finnick's diminutive jaws were stronger than they looked. Nick's baculum snapped with a satisfying crunch, and Finnick felt his old partner's penis flop free against his cheek and roll down onto the fox's thigh.

Grinning, Finnick picked up Nick's severed cock from his leg, holding it up. He laughed, imagining the smug fox's face when he woke up to find his sheath empty over his fat, horny balls. "That's what ya get fer fuckin' with Finnick! I toldja not to say shit about my height, Nick. Now whatcha gonna do when that pretty bunny cunny wants to play?" he taunted the unconscious fox. He noticed Nick was still pointlessly humping the air. He laughed louder.

A few hours later, Nick had been dumped at a nearby hospital to be patched up. Finnick knew he wouldn't remember meeting up, thanks to that little red pill. He drove his van down the road, chuckling to himself. Nick's severed cock sat on the passenger seat. Nick surely didn't need it anymore, and after all, Finnick was still a predator. Meat was meat. The fennec planned his meal, feeling pretty good about himself. Maybe, he thought, he should pay a few other big, smug animals a visit.

Teach them all not to mess with Big Bad Fin.