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Investigating the Oasis

Part 3

For HeruAnubisSolares

By Draconicon

It was surprisingly difficult to stay away from the Mystic Springs for even a day, and the second day was worse. The thunderstorm that rolled in did very little for the humidity in the air, and even as the rain crashed down outside, she only felt hotter, sweatier...needier.

Judy couldn't deny that something had changed since she'd started going down to the oasis. She felt better in some ways, more relaxed, but there was something wrong. Something so wrong, something so familiar with what was wrong that she should have guessed it all along. Yet, despite her best efforts, the most that she could do was focus on trying to keep her hands from going right back down to her pussy and rubbing it again.

She laid in a puddle of her own sweat and juices on her couch, feeling it staining into the cushions, feeling it soaking into her. The neighbors had already slapped the wall three times, telling her to keep quiet, and she needed to keep it from going to a fourth. So far, pure mortification at being heard was enough to keep quiet, but with the way that her pussy was clenching down like a girl's in heat, she knew that it wasn't going to last for long.

What's wrong with me?

There was no clear answer. She wasn't due for a heat cycle for some time, and she knew that there wasn't a male around that would be tempting her. She groaned, rolling onto her side, pulling her legs together tightly as she suffered in her miserable, stifling heat. The apartment felt like it was sweltering despite the open window to the thunderstorm, and due to just how wet she was, she was staying bottomless, just to keep from having to deal with even more laundry than she had been.

She gritted her teeth as she imagined going back to the oasis. The rain was pouring down, but she'd heard that there were indoor classes. After all, she and Nangi had done a massage in one of the indoor rooms, and there were showers there. Maybe -

No. She had decided to take a break, and that was what she was going to do. She had memory blanks there, and that meant that something was happening. She had to sort that out before -

Knock, knock, knock.

Judy gritted her teeth, stuffing her head under a pillow as someone knocked at the door. The bunny didn't want to get up and answer it. Not when she was this horny, not when she was dripping this badly.

"Mmmmph..."

Knock, knock, knock.

But apparently, whoever was at the door didn't really care. She grimaced, glaring over the edge of her cushion at the wooden barrier between her and the hallway. Judy waited, giving them one more chance to go away.

Knock, knock, knock.

They weren't going to take it. Grumbling, she grabbed her panties from the edge of the couch, pulling them up and doing her best to ignore the slight squelch that happened when they touched her pussy. She hoped that they weren't getting immediately soaked like the last pair, but didn't put much hope in that. Pulling her t-shirt down so that it covered her thighs, at least, she walked over to the door and pulled it open.

The last-minute worry that it might be Nick coming to check on her was assuaged as she opened the door to find no-one. Not even wet footprints that might have implied someone had come in from outside, for that matter. She looked left, right...then down.

Sitting on her doormat was a little box. Not a very big box, but just a little one, probably about the length of her forearm and not much wider. She leaned down, turned it left, right, and then back to the front again. No return address, either, just something that was addressed to her, and even that only by name.

...Well, that's creepy.

Despite her gut telling her to throw it away, she pulled it into the apartment and then shut the door tight. She even went so far as to lock it, though she didn't know why. As she bent down to pull her panties back off, already feeling the strings of slime that meant that her pussy had definitely soaked through another pair, she tried to guess what was in the box.

It's long, at least. Unless there's a lot of packing material in there. She shook it up. No, it's not packing material.

Going back to the couch and more than grateful for the distraction that the mystery package presented, she started pulling it open. A single slice of a claw was enough to get rid of the tape, and as she pulled it apart -

"Cheese and crackers!"

Judy's eyes went wide as she stared at the inside. It was a large toy, one that looked like it would run almost all the way up to her ribs if she put it inside of her, and she stared at the sheer girth of the bottom of it. It looked vaguely fox-modeled, almost like someone had known that she had had a few naughty thoughts about her partner. Officer Wilde obviously wouldn't know about that, but...

But had she gotten drunk somewhere, told someone down at the bar? Or had this come out somewhere else?

She picked up the toy, holding it by the base. It was a broad thing, something that could be stuck to a different surface to keep from coming loose when someone was riding it, but there was something else. Something...right, that was it. She could feel a sort of spongy texture right at the base where the knot started forming, and she blushed as she realized that there was some sort of liquid in there, something waiting to squirt when it was inside of her.

Talk about realism...

But the fact that someone had sent her a sex toy was something that she needed to take seriously, even if her insides were already begging for something to go inside of her. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back as she looked at the toy, imagining how it would feel opening her up. It was just the perfect thickness, the sort of toy that would make her feel the stretch, prepare her for the knot at the base, but not actually hurt her in the process.

In other words, it was perfect for imagining something much bigger using her.

There was a butt plug in the box, as well, something that would fit under her tail all too easily. Sure, it was a little...large, but at this point, she was feeling more adventurous than usual. She wanted to know what something big would feel like.

She started to reach for it, then paused. The rabbit tried to remind herself that she was a cop, that she was a celebrity in the city. This was dangerous.

Is there a note?

That was a good thought. Look for something, anything that would tell her who had sent it. The outside was already compromised, touched all over by her, but the other things inside besides the big toy didn't have anything on them. She put the knotted toy on the couch, and then went to the little box by her bed. Gloves. Needed gloves.

She found a pair and put them on, huffing more than she realized as she walked back to the couch. It was...it was so hard to ignore that toy. Her inner walls were clenching down hard, and she felt like she was going to fall to her knees if she didn't get something inside her soon.

She was already falling back to Nangi's breathing exercises, she realized. She tried to stop herself, but there was something to that breathing pattern that calmed her down. It took the worst of the heat away, and if it made her head a little...fuzzy, then so what? At least it was keeping her from thinking of sex, sex, sex all the time.

When she wasn't shaking from head to toe, she carefully took the remaining items out of the box. There was the plug, of course, cone-shaped with a bulbous base, one that looked like it would barely fit into her tight little pucker, but with a sheen to it that made her wonder if it was like the knot at the base of the other toy, something that was made to be slipperier than it looked, something with a payload.

No, no, don't think of that.

Even as her pucker clenched hard, she forced herself to keep pulling the other things out. Headphones, an MP3 player, a bit of lube, and...

And that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. She tilted the MP3 player around, seeing if there were any prints on the screen even as her toes curled from the delay. She wanted the toys. She wanted them so, so badly.

No, I'm not...not in heat. This is just...Focus, Hopps. Focus.

That was all she could do. Focus on the job. Focus on the potential crime.

She pulled the player back up, turning it around. There was some oil along the screen, but it was a partial print at best, and she doubted that she'd be able to get much from that. It was obviously from a bigger species, though, since the print spread across the front of the glass-covered screen. Someone that was at least the size of Yax, if not bigger. Maybe much bigger.

Judy swore that she could have figured this out if she didn't have the problem of all that need between her legs. The toys...the toys would fix that, she knew, but there was the chance that they were poisoned, or otherwise marked. She had gone through the Nighthowler investigation. She knew that there were ways of weaponizing drugs and worse so that they could be applied in horrible ways.

Think. Think. Think.

That was getting harder and harder, though. She was breathing the way that Nangi had taught her, and that was keeping her from freaking out, or from completely falling into that lustful state. However, it didn't do anything to make thinking easier. As a matter of fact, it was slowly shutting her brain down.

Bit by bit, she was losing her ability to keep the different clues in focus. Larger species, someone that knew her, someone that knew that she liked Nick in fantasy, at least. All those things should have been producing a list of suspects, but it was all she could do to keep the list in her head.

The player. It had headphones. She could listen.

Bad idea, some part of her thought, but it couldn't tell her why it was a bad idea, just that it was. She didn't listen, plugging in the headphones and turning the machine on. It whirred slightly for a moment, then started playing the one file it had.

"Hello, Judy. It's time to continue your training."

Nangi. She recognized the voice instantly and pulled the headphones back out, stopping the recording in its tracks. As soon as she recognized her voice, as soon as she threw the player away, she stopped breathing in that pattern, and -

"Mmmmph!"

The rabbit fell to her hands and knees, her thighs pressed together so tightly that they felt like they were trying to melt together. Sweat drops ran from her forehead down her face, over her muzzle, along the sides and back of her neck, and her t-shirt suddenly felt like it was sticking to her like some clingy hand. She could feel it molding to her breasts, to her back, to her stomach, pressing against her and almost making her look naked.

Her arousal, her heat was spiking, and she whimpered as she almost fell face-first against the floor in her desperate attempt to get her fingers between her legs. She had to fight her cramping thigh muscles, almost getting one finger in before she rolled to the side.

"Nangi..."

That was who was behind this. Nangi had been...had been doing something to her. She had been...she had...

So much heat. So much need. She had...she had something that...that would help that, she knew. The toys. The toys. They were...

There was one tiny part of her that remembered that they were from Nangi as well, that they were part and parcel to the problem that she was facing. There was that small part that told her that she needed to get to the shower, to take a cold shower, to not give in to the heat and the trap that was waiting for her.

That tiny part was too quiet to get past the needs that the whole training situation thus far had raised. Her pussy was on fire. Her ass was clenching and winking like a mare in heat. Her body felt like it needed to be pinned, rutted, fucked in a way that it had never been before. Her hand moved without her thinking about it, and despite a few fumbles, it found the big dildo that she'd been sent.

Judy rolled onto her back without thinking about it, panting out of sync with the patterns that Nangi had taught her. Her brain was working, but it was working under the desperate need for pleasure that her body felt. She rubbed the head of the tapered cock against her pussy, teasing it open a little bit, then -

SQUELCH!

She rammed it in right down to the knot, feeling the bulge at the base rubbing against her pussy again and again. Oh, fuck, that felt good. She arched her back, lifted her legs from the apartment floor, grabbed the cushion from the couch with her free hand and jammed it over her face to keep from getting louder.

Ooooooh!

The moan in her own mind was so much louder than she could imagine, but the shaft, the hard dildo ramming into her was all that she needed. She kept humping her hips up to meet it, feeling it going deeper, feeling the spongy knot at the base grinding against her pussy as she gripped the shaft as hard as she dared. Some part of her knew that a squeeze to the knot would screw her over, would do something to her, and that part was desperately keeping her from shoving it in all the way.

Cum without the knot, cum without the knot.

That had to be possible, right? She didn't need to be knotted to cum, right?

She could feel the thick shaft running through her, could see the bulge that it made in her stomach. Her tongue was hanging out like some feral bunny might have done, staring at the way that the big toy rutted her. She arched her back against each thrust she made it do, feeling her body shake and rattle and roll against the pleasure. Her toes curled against the air, then against the carpet as she brought her legs back down. Every time that she was going to scream in pleasure, she brought the cushion against her face, stifling it.

Ah...ah...ah...

She was so wet, so messy down there from how horny she was. Everything burned, everything ached, everything felt so damn good. She needed more.

She required more.

Judy spread her legs further, holding the toy down so that she could move her hips and ride it properly. She lifted herself up and brought herself down, hard, grinding down on the knot. It was almost halfway inside her, now, and her inner walls were clenching down on it, almost pushing whatever fluid was inside into her body.

Not the knot, not the knot!

She tried to slide back, to ride the shaft properly, but that stretch had felt so good. So fucking good. So FUCKING good.

No longer the innocent bunny. No longer the little cop that didn't know how to handle herself. No longer the one that could settle for something smaller. That wasn't her. That wasn't her.

Big things.

Naughty things.

Thick things.

Wet things.

She was soaking wet, dribbling down the shaft, soaking it from top to bottom. The rabbit rose up to the tip, feeling it tickling against her clit, feeling something...something tingling...something that made her feel like she had on the massage table.

Dumb oil.

Dumb bunny.

Dumb heat.

Sweet heat.

Stupid -

It hit her just as her body went for one last fall, slamming herself down on the knot. It pressed against her as everything came rushing back. The stupidity, the feralness, the need.

Nighthowler.

She gasped just as her inner walls slipped over the knot, pulling it into her and squeezing down. The spongy base depressed, and suddenly, she was filled with the same oil that had sent her over the edge on the massage bed. The rabbit screamed into the cushion, her body spasming since it wasn't pinned in place. She fell over, jamming the knot deeper, squeezing down on it harder. Her nipples felt harder than they ever had before, her ass felt empty, her pussy...

Her pussy was squirting so hard that it was soaking the floor, drenching the floor a different color than before. She screamed into the cushion still, her ears flattening against the back of her head as she was wracked with one orgasm after another, the rolling chain of pleasure knocking her backwards, almost knocking her out from just how intense they were. The bunny thumped her feet against the floor, kicking at it, not sure if she was trying to get away from the pleasure or if she was trying to ride the toy even more.

Her thoughts disappeared, burned out of her head by the rolling road of orgasms. Again, and again, and again, she came, her inner walls spasming against the toy inside of her, taking her further, deeper, harder down that road of feral pleasure.

Nothing in her life had ever compared to this.

Judy didn't know how long she lay there, her limbs spasming and twitching, but eventually, she was able to stare at the ceiling again. She panted for breath, feeling the toy inside of her still, her body begging for more. The orgasms had taken the edge off the raw heat that she felt, but...fuck...

She reached down, ever so carefully pulling at her pussy lips. Stretching herself slowly, she opened her pussy enough to allow the knot to slide out of her. It still popped, but no more of the Nighthowler came free. Not this time, at least.

Holding herself open, she waited, half-hoping that there was still some of the oil that hadn't been absorbed into her. It had to be still in her as a liquid, right? Proof that there had been -

Or more to use later -

Judy blushed bright red at that thought. She wasn't looking for more of it, wasn't looking to make herself go over the edge like that again. What was she, some kind of addict? No, it was just...just hoping for proof...

But nothing came out. She had absorbed whatever the dildo had had inside of it. Still shivering at just how potent an orgasm she had gone through, she tried and failed to stand up. Her legs were shaking too much, which forced her to crawl.

The player...

Turning her head to the headphones near the door, she groaned and dragged herself across the floor. That was...yes, that was proof. That was Nangi's voice, and that meant that there were probably prints in the box, or on the other toy, or...or something. She could prove that Nangi had done this to her.

You're going to be humiliated, Hopps.

She was, but that was part of doing the right thing. She had been fooled. That meant...that meant...

Her cheeks burned as she thought of the entire police force finding out that she'd been zonked out, that she'd been pushed and taken advantage of by the elephant. The stupid elephant that they had all dismissed. The big...musky...sexy...

She did something to me. But what?

There was no clear answer. She groaned as she reached the MP3 player and saw that the file had been playing the entire time that she had been...distracted...by the toy. She gritted her teeth, pulled her fingers deeper into the gloves again after drying her juices from them, and then tapped the screen to bring it back to the initial starting point. Judy jammed one of the buds into her ear and left the other open, trying to calm herself down with a few deep breaths.

"Hello, Judy. It's time to continue your training."

That was the same statement from last time, but what did that mean? She breathed slowly, trying to keep from getting heated again, focusing on what Nangi was saying, what she might accidentally give away.

"By now, I'm sure that you've figured out that there's something different about you. That's my fault."

"A confession?" Judy blinked. "You're stupider than I thought..."

"I have been collecting different animals that need to go back to their roots, further than the Mystic Springs will let them. It doesn't take much, when you get right down to it. There's the breathing exercises, being in the right state of mind...and then, of course, just a little bit of Nighthowler to push it further."

The elephant was confessing to using Nighthowler, too? Wait, she was the one responsible for all the kidnappings? How...what...

"The more that you take, the more that you need. I'm sure by now that you've found out that you can't satisfy yourself anymore."

Her cheeks burned as she remembered her fingering sessions, how she'd even gone so far as to put her carrot toy inside of her to try and soothe the aches and pains that had been left when her orgasms didn't actually sate her. The feeling of need, the utter desperation of that sort of pleasure, was hard for her to take.

And yet, how did...

"Nighthowler does more than just attack the mind and turn someone dumb. Have you ever noticed that the more relaxed you are, the less you think, and the less you think, the more you feel something when it happens?

"That's what Nighthowler can do for your libido. It stops you thinking about it. All you can do is focus on what's happening. Your primal instincts, unleashed by relaxation, let loose by the Nighthowler, allow you to feel that pleasure in a way that you can never match when you're not using it.

"That's why you aren't able to satisfy yourself anymore, Judy. But I have a way for you to enjoy yourself. A way for you to go back to what you deserve to be. A good girl. A happy bunny slut. A happy dumb bunny slut."

Judy gasped at those words, her drenched slit already getting wetter again, starting to run down her thighs. She clenched them together, shaking her head in denial as she pressed the bud into her ear a little further. There was so much here, so much that would bust Nangi right open if she turned it in. All she had to do...all she had to do...

The image of Nick figuring out what had happened to her, seeing her as this horribly lusty slut, popped into her head. She could just see the fox looking down at her, shaking his head as she fulfilled every stereotype of what a bunny was supposed to be. Hot, sexy, breeding all the time, and dumb as a stump.

She shivered worse as she realized that just thinking of that had gotten her wetter, dripping down along her thighs that much more. She tried to close her legs, but all she wanted to do was spread them, show off more.

What's...wrong...with...me...

"All you have to do is relax. Breathe in."

And Judy did just that. It took her a second after the air had slipped past her lips to realize that she had just obeyed, but before she could stop herself, Nangi kept talking.

"Breathe out. You can smell it, can't you? The sweetness. The sweet release. Breathe in."

Another breath, and she could. The sweet release, the Nighthowler in the air, the thickness and sickly sweetness that it had at the oasis. It was all around her now, and...and...

And it was on something else, too.

She turned her head, looking at the butt plug in the box. It was wet, alright, and it had the same sort of giving look that the knotted part of the dildo had. That meant...did that mean that it had another shot of the stuff? Could she -

No, no, no!

The cop part of her knew that it was a bad idea, but her body had felt so good when she had that squirt of Nighthowler up her pussy. What would it feel like in her other hole? What would it feel like if she just...just once...

Just for a bit...

No, stop. We turn her in. Then you can get treated.

"This storm will be over soon enough," Nangi said over the recording. "Then you can come back. I will guide your training into the last stages, and you'll never have to go without this pleasure again. But for today, you know you need more."

"Need...more," she whispered.

"Breathe in."

Another breath, and this time, she couldn't quite ignore the sweetness in the air. It was just like what it had been in the oasis, where she had been outside and smelling the flowers at the edge of the property, and then in the massage room as the oil was rubbed over her and into her. It was so...good...

She moaned under her breath, feeling both her holes clenching hard, feeling like they were so empty. Common sense was fleeing, replaced by something that was so much worse.

That pleasure...

Thudding rain and crashing thunder filled the air behind her, and she gritted her teeth as she crawled back to the couch. The earbud stayed where it was, and Nangi's voice followed her as she was guided to breathe in and breathe out, following the cadence again, slowly going stupid as she was dropped further and further into that needy, beautiful, wonderful headspace that had given her so much joy mere moments ago.

Nighthowler. She remembered what it had done to the others, how it had turned predators dangerously feral. She remembered what it had done to the panther, to the others that had been let loose across Zootopia.

I'm not a predator. It just...it makes me horny, that's all. And I still have the recording...

But that wouldn't mean much. She could have done something with the recording. She should hold back. She should keep from using the plug. She should...she should...

"Look down."

Nangi's command made her do just that, and she stared as she realized that she'd already taken the plug out of the box. Her fingers brushed against the oils that covered its surface, already sending a weakening tingle down her spine. She trembled, falling back to her knees, staring at the cone-shaped plug.

"Put it on the floor."

Judy did as she was instructed, some small part of her horrified at the implications, but her body was already trembling in anticipation. If it had already felt that good from something that should have broken her pussy, what would it feel like for something naughtier, something that was going to go right up her ass? How good was this going to feel when the Nighthowler hit kicked in back there?

"Sit."

And she did. She felt the tip of the slightly oily, firm cone pressing against her other hole. She gasped at the sudden warmth that spread through her, the way that it made her want to take it.

Don't. You have...you have proof...

Even that part of her that wanted to bring Nangi down, to take in the culprit that had changed so many lives, hurt so many people, was getting tempted by all the pleasure that they could have if they just sat down. The plug was right there. All they had to do was push down, and they'd have that same pleasure as they'd gotten from the plug.

"Sit...Breathe in...breathe out...and sit..."

Judy breathed in.

She breathed out.

And she sat.

The tip of the plug pushed against her pussy, forcing her open. It was already so big, so full, but she kept sitting, unable to stop herself. The need that she had, the wetness that was rolling down from her pussy, added to the lube of the oil that coated her other hole. Feral bunny need was already winning out over the desire of self-preservation, and she gritted her teeth as she felt the tip slowly parting her pucker further, further, further.

Soon, she was on her tiptoes, the other toy pointed right at her pussy. She could start playing with that again, smearing the leftover oils on the shaft against her, into her, flooding her. Oh, the possibilities.

Nnngh...

"Breath in. Breathe out."

She was following orders. She was giving in. She could always take the recording in, give that to the cops. She could do that, give them the proof that Nangi had at least sent her this. And the Nighthowler would stay in her system for a while, right? They could...they could test for...

She groaned as she felt the plug about to pop in, feeling her ass spreading further than it had ever done before. The plug was right at its widest point. She should be in pain, but Nangi's gentle guidance and the pressure to take it, the warm tingles of the Nighthowler oil on the toy and the feeling of it going so deep, holding her so wide, encouraging her heat...oh, fuck it felt so good, so fucking good.

"Sit."

And she did. Her butt touched the floor, and the toy popped inside. The plug sucked itself right into her asshole, plugging her up and leaving her gasping for breath. She clenched down, and the Nighthowler inside squirted into her.

This time, there was no cushion to hold back her screams.

This time, there was nothing to stop her from squirting all over the floor.

She realized that she must have passed out, and she stared at the MP3 player on the floor. A little icon in the corner of the screen marked how many repeats that it had gone through, and it showed that she'd listened to the same file no less than seven times. She didn't know how long the file was, hadn't been conscious to actually hear the whole thing, but that could not be good. The rabbit groaned as she dragged herself up.

"Nnngh..."

Her entire body felt floaty, but in a good way, like she'd just gotten the best sex that she could have. She felt the plug still in her ass, and she blushed as she realized that she had no real incentive to take it out just yet. It felt...good.

Evidence.

Judy shook her head. She had spoiled the evidence that she had. The fingerprint was all but wasted now, and she had little in the way of any real evidence that the toys hadn't been bought by her at this point. If there had been anything on them, it was gone now, washed away by her own fluids.

She needed to get more, and that meant going to Nangi and trying to fool her, trying to resist her...her...

Breathe in.

Judy groaned, feeling the cycle starting over again, but soon, she didn't care. The Nighthowler scent left her quite happy as she got on the couch and pulled the toy up with her. The plug was great, but she needed more.

Much more.

The End

Summary: Judy tries to stay away for a bit, but she soon receives something that will take her further into Nangi's hold.

Tags: F/solo, toys, dildo, butt plug, Nighthowler, addiction, drugs, Judy Hopps, Zootopia, Nangi, hypnosis, orgasm, cum, knotting, Rule 34, series,