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Zootopia: After Dark

Gazelle & Finnick

"Thank you! ¡los amo a todos!"

The crowds cheered, the lights shut down, one after the other, ending with the lights surrounding the tall, lithe beauty on the stage.

The end of another thrilling concert, Gazelle blew kisses to all her adoring fans, "Yo soy Gazelle!"

All the lights around her went dark, then she was gone.

...

Backstage, the tired performer was being led by her entourage.

Her agent, a small fruit bat in a badly-made toupee that looked like it had been slapped on with crazy glue, was the first to meet her, "Gazelle, Gazelle, sweetie, another fantastic show!"

The kind singer smiled to the bat, "De nada, it is nothing for me, but to see everyone in my beautiful city is happy and enjoying life to its fullest."

The bat clicked his tongue, "Gazelle, babe, save the schmaltzy stuff for the press." The bat patted her on shoulder, or at least where his winged hand could reach, before he spoke into a headset, "Everyone! Clear out! Make way for the star!"

Gazelle simply laughed and shook her head as the wired bat walked off. She turned to any animals still with her, "Let's all go home, everyone! It's been another busy night, and I am ready to just go and crash!"

The small crowd surrounding her were quick to disperse then.

The singer flipped her wavy brown tresses before she sauntered off towards her dressing room.

In Gazelle's private dressing room, the gazelle looked at herself in her vanity mirror after she'd disrobed from her famous flashy red ensemble. She stood bare, but for a pair of panties that kept her somewhat decent. She checked herself out, casually fondled her petite breasts, while looking at herself with puckered lips, as if she were posing for a photographer.

She giggled, rarely was she able to have peace and just be silly for a moment, "You still have it."

There was a knock at her door, "Ms. Gazelle!"

Gazelle put on her best fake smile, "Un momento!"

She quickly threw on a simple t-shirt with a cute panda on the front, pulled on a pair of hip-hugging shorts that really showed off her near perfect hourglass figure, then slipped on a lovely black jacket that complimented her light fur tone.

Her hooves clacked lightly as she walked over and opened the door.

Her agent was at the door, "Gazelle! Glad I could catch you before you left! This here is that new limo driver replacement that was requested for you!" he announced, gesturing to a small tan fox who stood beside him only one foot bigger than the bat.

Gazelle blinked, "New limo driver? What happened with Raphael?"

The small fox answered in his disproportionate booming voice, "Raph called in a favor, his back's been actin' up an' he's just filed for his retirement."

Gazelle frowned, "Oh? Oh yes, I see... yes. That old stallion had been complaining about his back as of late, but I had thought he was getting better."

The agent nodded, "Yes, well you know how these sort of things go. One minute, you're as healthy as a horse, so to speak, the next, one of your discs plays the splits on your spine, and you're walkin' with a cane, possibly the rest of your life." He clapped his winged hands, "Either way, I'm gonna leave you two to get acquainted, meanwhile I have a lonely otter beau of mine waiting for me at home."

Gazelle smiled at her agent, "Tell Sy I said hi, Kyle."

The bat chuckled, "Oh, I'm gonna do a lot more than say hi when I get home."

Gazelle giggled, "I sure hope so. See you in the morning, Kyle."

"Good night, Gazelle!" The bat left.

Gazelle looked down at the small fennec fox who now stood before her.

"So..." she started.

The fennec chuckled, "Yeah, I know what you're thinkin', I get it all the time. Believe me, this little body has got energy and muscle to spare, no big ass predator, herbivore, or whatever's gonna fuck with this!" he finished, flexing his pecs in his black muscle shirt.

Gazelle giggled, already liking the confidence in this small fox, "Oh, I'm sure you're more than capable. I'm about ready to go home, perhaps you can wait for me and I'll meet you outside, hmm?" She raised a hoof, "Oh, but I haven't even gotten your name."

The fox pulled off his shades to show the pop star his big, deep, brown eyes, "That's alright, name's Finnick."

Gazelle almost wanted to laugh at how full of himself he seemed. She found it endearing. "Well, Finnick, you can just hurry along, I'll see you at home, you know the way?"

"Yeah sure! Your agent gave me the directions." The fox waved his phone at the pop star as he left.

Gazelle finally let out the laugh she had been holding, "Ah, adorable."

...

After freshening up, Gazelle met her new driver outside.

The small fox had the car door open for her, "Right this way, Miss Gazelle."

The pop star tittered behind a hoof, "Oh please, none of that Miss bullshit. I'm a Zootopian Girl, just like anyone else."

The fox shrugged, "Alright."

The gazelle had to watch her spiral horns as she climbed into her limo.

After she was in and seated, Finnick closed the door for her.

Gazelle sighed as she waited, another hard day's night wrapped up. She certainly enjoyed performing for the masses, but not half as much as she enjoyed being able to unwind after each show.

Finnick got in on the driver's seat, "Okay then, buckle up, Gazelle, I'll have ya home before you can blink." He turned on the ignition.

The lady had poured herself a glass of wine from her limo's minibar, "Drive on, Finny." She giggled, the blush of inebriation starting to set in.

Finnick prickled at the nickname, chuckled, then he started driving.

...

The drive took a good half an hour before the limo pulled up the driveway to Gazelle's private palatial home in Savannah Square.

The carefree pop singer had gone through a second glass of wine by then and had just started her third.

When Finnick opened her side door to let her out, Gazelle was already pretty lightheaded.

"Welcome home, Gazelle." He offered a paw to the inebriated pop star.

Gazelle took his paw, and started to get out when she stumbled over her own hooves, "Whoops!"

The slim bovid went for a fall, the fox in front of her only had a second to shout, "Oh shit!" before he became the impromptu cushion for the pop star.

In that moment, a few things happened, one, the fall helped her sober up quick enough she could catch herself before she faceplanted on the pavement. Two, a certain fox got more than a candid view at the famous female's equally famous posterior. And three, the same female suddenly found paws holding her rear.

As soon as she was able to orientate herself, and her surroundings, Gazelle, to her utter horror and embarrassment, found herself planted almost too perfect on her new driver's face, his paws gripping her thick rear to try and push her off.

"Oh fuck!" She cussed as she quickly removed herself from the poor fox's face. She sat on the pavement beside him as she started to laugh, "Fuck, I am so sorry!"

Finnick's muzzle had a wet spot from being practically shoved between the lady's crevice. Not a bad trip to have taken, though certainly not one he ever even thought of taking. He was, at the moment, too aroused to properly respond, "Ugh... it's fine."

Gazelle could not help notice the bulge in the fennec's pants had doubled in size, "Are you okay? Can you get up?"

The fox was quick to push himself up, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He got up and brushed himself off, failing to notice his bulge jutting out in the pop star's direction, "I'm a tough guy, I can handle myself."

She tried to ignore the fox's bulge, "I bet that smelled pleasant at least."

Finnick coughed uncomfortably, "Yeah..."

Gazelle smiled as she kept going, "At least I was wearing shorts and not my skirt, that would be a whole different story."

The fox glanced sideways at her, "Yeah, it would..."

She laughed as she picked herself up, "Yes, well. I should get inside, it is very late."

Finnick nodded quickly, "Yeah, yeah." He tugged on his jeans as he'd just noticed how much he was sticking out.

Gazelle started to turn, "You are welcome to join me, if you'd like. I don't tend to have a lot of company.

The fox looked up at the pop singer. Okay, this chick is totally fucking with me, he thought in his head before he answered, "I guess, sure."

She smiled sweetly at him, "Okay then, come on in."

...

Inside Gazelle's private home, the pop singer took off her jacket then flung it with little care upon her couch in her massive living room.

Finnick came in after her, and gazed in awe at the biggest flat screen tv he had ever seen. "Jeez, would ya look at that thing?" He shouted as he looked at her, "You actually watch movies on that? I bet a mouse could hear this shit from the moon!"

Gazelle laughed, "Well, if a moon mouse should drop by we could ask him."

Finnick was suddenly like a kid at a friend's house. The small fox leapt over the couch, he grabbed the remote and turned on the tv.

The flat screen turned on, loudspeakers blaring the whole room and making the fennec's big ears ring, but it was what was on the screen that really made Finnick's mouth drop open.

"Ugh! Uhh! Oh yeah!" some loud, very exaggerated moans filled the room as the fox's eyes were assaulted by the vivid imagery of a skinny goat male, obviously made up to look like Gazelle, being reamed by a big buff tiger with the biggest pair of balls the fennec had ever seen.

Gazelle giggled as she joined Finnick on her couch, "Do you like it?"

Finnick couldn't tear his eyes away, despite some obvious reservations he had about this sort of thing, "So you watch your own gay porn?"

She hummed cutely, "Mmhm, I do. It's really fun to see how my LGBTQ fans have embraced me. And a lot of it is really quite entertaining."

"Oh yeah, baby!" the fake Gazelle in the movie moaned, his pink goat dick leaking precum profusely as he was repeatedly hammered by the thick tiger cock, "Ay, si, I want to try everything!" he shouted as a second tiger shoved his cock down the actor's throat.

Finnick laughed, "Man, even if I was into that stuff, that woulda killed it for me."

Gazelle leaned over and playfully nuzzled the fox, "Oh, I disagree, it still works for me, those juicy big cocks, and his pretty little mouth. It's good to let yourself go wild every now and then."

Finn flinched at being played with by the tall female, but didn't immediately pull away as she spoke, "Yeah, that's true." He looked at her, "So is this all ya got, or do ya have any lesbian shit on here?"

Gazelle giggled as she reached over him to press some buttons on her remote, "Oh, what kind of a pop star would I be if I didn't have my own lesbian porn?"

Then voila, another animal dressed up like Gazelle, this one a really lovely female rabbit wearing fake horns, painted light brown to match Gazelle's fur tones, wearing a wig, scissoring with a sheep actress made to look like former mayor, Dawn Bellwether.

Finnick had to laugh, "Wow, really? You and Bitchwether? What the fuck? Man, that's the stupidest shit I ever seen, and I once had to dress like a baby elephant!" He chuckled before he added, "Don't ask."

Gazelle just laughed as she sat there and watched her porn with her limo driver. After a while of watching and laughing at the absurdity of it all, she would happen to notice the bulge in Finnick's pants had returned with a vengeance, and the fox seemed to twitch like he wanted to let it out.

Finnick cussed at himself, "Come on, ya fuckin' cub, you're here, you're watchin' porn with probably the most famous female in all Zootopia, you get a boner right here!"

Gazelle could see his inner turmoil, "Finny, if you feel like unwinding, feel free, it's just the two of us in here, and they certainly won't say anything about it." She added as a joke, pointing at the actors on the screen.

He had to blink twice before he looked at her, "Really? Ya want me to just..."

Gazelle smiled as she laid on her belly, stretched out on her couch, her nipples showing through the t-shirt she'd worn tonight. "Go ahead." She said, "I'll even join you if that will make you feel better."

Finnick looked at her, "R-Really?" He asked before his eyes would widen.

Gazelle had already taken off her shirt, exposing herself to him, her pink nipples already hard at the peaks of her modest B-cup breasts. "Really." She answered him with a playful smile.

Finn only sat there an extra second before he stood up on her couch. His small paws were quick to throw off his black muscle shirt. Underneath, the fox was pretty muscular for a mammal his size. He didn't wait a second more before he unbuckled his pants then pushed those down with his boxers.

Gazelle wolf whistled at the fox when she finally saw his sheath, "Nice." He was a good size for his height.

Finn blushed a little at letting this female he'd just met tonight see him, naked, his pink shaft already peeking out of his sheath.

Gazelle reached over to cup his balls in one hoof, "Muy bien."

He just stood there and he let her, "You just wanted an excuse to play with my balls, didn't you?"

Gazelle didn't even try to hide the giggles, "Of course, I could not help myself." She gently rolled her hoof against the fox's sack, looking like she was trying to guess their weight.

Finnick could not hide how his bushy tail started to wag now, as this pop star, this top female, this lady expertly rolled his nuts. He widened his stance to let her have more access to his package.

Gazelle accepted his invitation and she moved in closer so he could feel her warm breath. The herbivore leaned in and she took one of his nuts into her mouth, wetly licking and sucking on his scrotum before she moved over to his other one.

The fox moaned deeply, "Do you do this with all your limo drivers?"

She pulled away, but did not stop fondling his balls, "If you mean, if I did this sort of thing with Raphael? Yes." She leaned forward then licked both of his hefty testes, "He had a fine heavy pair, they gave me much pleasure."

He grunted after all her forwardness had made his cock slide out from his sheath.

She showed no hesitation as she licked up from his balls, until her tongue touched his bare flesh. She started to lick his cock; she wanted to see just how big he would get, how thick, and how much he could endure her affection.

Finnick watched as she went to town on his package. It wasn't like he never had a female hungry for his nuts before. He spent his time in the red light district, he got his dick wet, but for a high society mammal like her, to come at him like this? Oh, his dick grew.

As he grew, her long, wide tongue enveloped his manhood. She dragged the whole length of her wet appendage up and down his surprisingly hefty cock. She measured him out in her head to be eight inches, including the knot. Raph had a huge, beautiful stallion cock, but he could barely fit in her. This would fit her and give her that good ride she wanted.

After enough playing she angled his cock towards her before she went down on him.

Finnick moaned, "Hell yeah..." as she engulfed his whole cock, stopping at the knot.

Gazelle suckled on his member before she started to bob her head, back and forth, her tongue sliding against his cock, over his balls, the entire time she pleasured him.

He looked at her, watched as she moved fluidly over his member, before his eyes fell on her long spiral horns. Should he? Would she get upset?

She gave no indication, she was busy, drinking his precum and working his cock.

Gazelle felt it, the paws wrapping around the base of each of her horns. He did not notice her tail start to wag. It wasn't the same as a canid showing excitement, it was a bovid's way of showing her readiness to mate.

Gazelle started to move faster as she felt him start to tug her horns, like he wanted to drive her, wanted to lead her on how to take his cock. She let him, he was about to earn it.

Finnick panted as a canid would, this was the best head he'd ever had. Those skanks he slept with in the red light district? They weren't anyway this eager, this talented. He could feel himself already shooting down her throat as his body worked up to a big finish.

Her tongue was measuring the knot as it grew. What it felt, she liked a lot. First it was a golf ball, then a tennis ball, now it was a baseball, Major League... this would fill her nicely. Regretfully, she didn't have paws so she could grip that fat knot. Her hooves wouldn't fit.

Finnick could see her predicament, he tugged her head back far enough that only his glans stayed in her mouth.

She grunted gently at being moved so forcefully. She wanted a good alpha male. Even if this one was quite short, nothing about him seemed small at all. She lapped his sensitive tip a few times before she took a deep breath, then she lunged.

His knot was ridiculously big, but not too much for her maw. With enough force, enough manipulation she was able to sink the whole fleshy balloon in her mouth. She felt her gag reflex as that cock went an inch too far.

That was enough.

Finnick growled deeply, his voice shaking the walls of Gazelle's living room as he unloaded a couple nights' worth of pent up fox semen.

As soon as she felt him burst, she withdrew to the tip which she held firmly in her mouth while her cheeks filled up with his climax.

Gazelle tasted him and it was perfectly bitter, salty and pungent, perfect for a lady with her peculiar tastes. She could now cradle his knot in her hooves as she allowed him to empty a whole weekend's worth of cum into her open throat.

The fox's legs felt wobbly after such a monster climax. He sat back down on Gazelle's couch.

She followed him down, keeping his cock in mouth for as long as he kept cumming.

When it was finally done she let him fall out of her mouth, watched his length flop onto his belly. She gently pushed him back as she moved up next to him on the couch.

Finnick smiled like a stoned idiot as he felt the half-naked pop star press up against him, her breasts in his side as she nuzzled him. He returned the affection, wrapping his arm around to hold her close.

Gazelle whispered to him, "I hope you understand, this is not how I am usually. I don't sleep with every male, or female, and I'm not just some girl you can booty call anytime you want." She playfully poked him with a hoof, "I'm not looking for a commitment, or a partner, but I also don't want this to be loveless. If we want this to work, I promise to be as loving, affectionate and caring if you are the same with me, okay, Finnick?"

The fox had heard everything she said, and when she was done, he turned to her, noting how close their muzzles were, "Okay, Gazelle." He cleared the gap and he kissed her on the lips.

She answered his kiss with an eager lick across his lips.

He licked back, and their tongues touched.

The two new friends with benefits engaged in a tongue wrestling match, though neither really tried to beat the other.

In mid-kiss, Finnick noticed Gazelle seemed preoccupied with a little something. He broke free to ask what was wrong only to see her dangle her shorts in his face with an impish smile.

"I thought it was unfair for you to be the only one naked." She flung her shorts, then she let him watch as she pulled off her panties.

Those she presented to him, showed him her wet spot before she draped them over his face.

Finnick blushed; after everything, this was what made him blush, as he pulled her panties from his face, the scent lingering. There it was, the pheromones, the breeding signal, "You're in estrous?"

Gazelle nodded, "I would normally have taken my pill and just gone to sleep, but tonight, I had company." She kissed him again.

Finn's cock sprung back up out of his sheath as he and Gazelle engaged in another deep kiss, one more passionate than before.

She broke the kiss, with a flick of her tongue to his nose, before she whispered, "Meet me upstairs, Finny." Then, Gazelle stood up, showing her thick rear to the fox as she walked away, that butt quaking with each hoofstep.

Finnick watched her, watched that flag-like tail waving her pheromones at him. He turned off the tv, he got up, then he was quick to follow his prey, his six-foot tall female prey (not counting her horns) upstairs.

He made it to her bedroom, he could smell the heat pheromones, telling him she wanted his dick. He swung the door open, and there she was, leaning over her bed, tail flagged, pussy and anus presented for him and him alone.

Gazelle beckoned him with a flick of her tail, "Come on in, Finny."

He hated the nickname, but that ass was worth it. Finnick stepped in, swinging the door shut behind him. When he got to the bed, he was quickly reminded how different they were in height. His head made it up to her waist, he definitely stood at the perfect height to taste her pussy, which he did.

He grabbed two pawfuls of that bovid ass and he buried his muzzle in her wet pink gash, his tongue flicking out to taste her clinching walls.

Gazelle moaned as he just dove in and made a late night meal of her pussy. She backed up her rear, spreading herself wide so he could get in as deep as he could.

For a hot five minutes, Finn let loose. His tongue flicked over not just her inner muscles, but also her puffy outer labia, those firm pink lips conforming to his touch, her moans coming from every ginger soft nibble, his sharp teeth adding that extra bit of pleasure. At the top of five minutes, he sucked on her clit.

With a high shriek, Gazelle climaxed, her feminine cum squirting out from her gash.

Finn caught most of it on his tongue, gulping her sickly sweet fluids, the rest plastering his muzzle, leaving him with a glistening, shining snout, stinking of a herbivore's pheromones.

Gazelle looked back at him, "That was fucking great... now please..." She crawled further on her bed, leaving her rear end pointing in his direction.

Finn got up on the bed with her. He crouched behind her, both paws on her butt as he guided her back on to his dick.

Both moaned simultaneously as his head penetrated her, opening up her pussy as he worked himself into her.

"Please," she continued, "Please fuck me, Finn."

He grinned, "As you wish." He grabbed her tail, and he thrust in fast, sinking his thick fox cock deep in her pussy.

Gazelle let out a less ladylike more animalistic grunt as the eager fox behind her began to breed her hard and fast.

The loud repetitive slap of hips to ass filled the room, accompanied by Gazelle's grunts, Finnick's moans, "Oh, fuck yeah, take my knot, babe! Take my whole knot!" He shouted plunging his baseball-sized knot in her at intervals, then forcefully pulling free before he got locked in.

This continued until Gazelle's knees started to bother her, and she laid on her side.

Finn followed her down, only slowing enough to let her get settled, "You alright?"

She nodded, "Si, don't slow down."

He heard her and he kept thrusting away, keeping her moaning into the night.

Their late night session would keep them going through into the early twilight.

By then, they'd changed positions again, Gazelle on her back holding Finnick's muzzle in the valley of her breasts while he still hammered away at her loins.

The small fox lapped at the pop star's breasts as he continued to hump her.

Gazelle giggled from his tongue tickling her sensitive skin, then moaned when his tongue flicked over her nipple.

He gave special attention to her nipples, suckling on each until he got them both nice and slick.

The pair changed positions again, this time with Finnick on his back, while Gazelle towered over him as she rode his throbbing cock.

She had to laugh at how smug he looked staring up at her, flexing his pecs while he laid back and let her do the hard work. Fine with her, she was content to let him watch as she made her boobs bounce for him, as she rocked and rotated herself on his member until she was able to make his knot pop through her gash.

The fox arched his back and he let out another wall-shaking loud grunt as he erupted inside her, his healthy, incompatible seed shooting through Gazelle's depths and flooding her fertile womb, sating her breeding needs for the night.

Gazelle moaned, she had not cum with him, but she'd cum enough times with him to let him have this. She couldn't bend over to kiss him, not from this angle. She also couldn't pull away as his knot had her tied firmly to him as he continuously emptied his nuts into her.

After some awkward maneuvering, the pair lay on their sides, connected by their groins as they cuddled.

Finnick whispered into her breasts, "That was fuckin' amazing!"

Gazelle laughed heartily at his profane compliment, "It was amazing. You were amazing, Finn." She cooed as she played with his big ears.

Finn latched on sleepily to one of her breasts, "Thanks for lettin' me stay." He mumbled through her titflesh.

Gazelle giggled as she held him and let him indulge his apparent mommy fetish, "Thank you for helping me unwind."

The pair fell asleep then, two very different animals, one roomy bed.

It was a good night.