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This story was written for Silvergatomon as Day #5 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Voyeurism, and the story contains M/F sex and M/Solo masturbation involving consenting adults, featuring characters from Zootopia. ^^ Also, this is one of TWO Kinktober pieces for today. I was a dummy and gave out two slots for day 5 without realising it, so I just wrote a piece for both the folks I gave it to. :D

Weaselton's Lucky Day

"Great. Perfect. Lucky as always..."

Duke stared down at his phone's cracked screen as he murmured to himself, eyes fixed upon the message on the screen despite those words being the last thing he'd wanted to see.

'Sorry Duck, can't make it tonight after all. I'll call you if I want to reschedule.'

The weasel scratched his neck idly, only to wince as his fingers brushed against the stiff collar of his shirt. He scowled and pulled his tie loose, dragging it over his head and stuffing it in one pocket of his trousers. Unfastening the upper button of his shirt, he glanced around the hotel bar. It wasn't exactly a nice place, but it was the nicest that he could afford. He'd really made an effort. Got all dressed up, booked a table at the absolute high end of his price range. Hell, he'd planned on tipping and everything. But all his good will, all his good intentions towards his date had seemingly been for nothing. With a sigh, the weasel tried to look on the bright side. At least she'd been pretty clear that she was blowing him off, rather than acting like she was late and then ghosting him. He remembered a time a couple of years ago when he'd waited for three hours for a date, until the restaurant manager had offered him a free plate of appetizers to give up his table and leave.

"At least the crab-cakes were good..."

Duke murmured to himself as he slipped down off the bar stool, only to pause, look back over his shoulder, then reach into his wallet and pull out of a five dollar bill. He scrambled back up onto the stool ideally made for species a foot or so taller than himself, and set the note down on the bar beside his half-finished drink. He didn't drink while angry or upset, it never turned out well for him. So, the bar was the last place he wanted to stay. Slipping off his stool again, Duke was half way to the exit; already planning out an evening of his favourite take-out, a mindless action movie and as many orgasms as he could jerk out of his cock in apology to it for not getting to be a part of any real action that night, when something else crossed his mind. Sure this wasn't some five star joint, but it was decent, certainly far more clean than his flea-pit of an apartment and with far fewer sirens constantly wailing in the background. Maybe he could still get something decent out of tonight, after all. A way to shake things up a little, to treat himself to a moment of... luxury?

He snorted to himself in dry amusement. Yeah. Luxury. Jerking off in a hotel bar's bathroom rather than jerking off at home. That certainly sounded like the Weaselton idea of luxury to him.

Nevertheless, Duke changed direction and did begin to head for the bathroom. He could already feel his cock stirring, no longer primed with the latent potential of spending the evening with a beautiful woman, no longer hoping for sex, but now certain of its impending release and thus eager to respond. By the time the weasel made it to the restroom and occupied the largest of the cubicles provided within, made for mammals easily three or four times his height, the front of his slightly worn but still pretty smart navy pants was betraying his excitement. Lowering the toilet seat and pulling himself up to sit upon its smooth white plastic surface, he hurried to unfasten his belt, pulling it all the way off and setting it down on the toilet's tank in order to keep it from rattling as he jerked himself. He pulled his trousers and underwear down around his ankles, feet dangling at least a foot off the floor. Duke leaned back in the cool, clean, quiet bathroom, and wrapped a paw around his twitching, needy cock.

The bathroom door slammed open a second later, and it was all Duke could do not to squeak at the top of his lungs in fear. His next instinct was to deny everything, one that had served him well many a time but which he feared would only make his predicament more obvious. How could they have known? How could hotel security possibly have known that he had come in here to masturbate? He...

Before the weasel's brain could throw itself any further into panic mode though, he heard the pattering of not one, but two sets of footpaws, and a burst of laughter from a voice that sounded oddly familiar. His heart raced as he watched both those sets of paws stop in front of his cubicle, one dark furred with clawed tips that suggested a canid, one grey with fluffy white soles, almost certainly a rabbit. The door rattled, but the lock remained firmly in place. A second later a black nose followed by an orange tipped muzzle peered under the door, but just for long enough to see an absence of feet within.

"Empty. Must be out of order. Mind squeezing into a regular sized cubicle with me, Carrots?"

Now that voice Duke knew without a doubt, and suddenly everything about the first voice and the two sets of feet fell into place. It was Nick Wilde and his partner, the hero bunny. Julie? No, Judy! Yeah, Judy Hopps. Before Duke had a chance to ask himself why Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps were in the same men's bathroom together though, never mind why they were here in this hotel at all, he heard the two of them shuffling into the cubicle immediately next to his. One made for a mammal of around Nick's size, but certainly just about big enough to comfortably fit himself and the smaller bunny. Their cubicle's door slammed shut. The weasel heard the lock slide across, and then...

"Ohhh, Nick..."

Duke's cock lurched within his hand, motionless but still wrapped around the rigid length, as he heard and felt the heavy thud of two bodies slamming against a plywood wall, followed by the rabbit's breathless moan. The weasel's eyes bulged as he heard the rustling and shuffling of clothing being pulled off, and watched as a pair of bunny sized jeans tumbled to the floor of the cubicle next door at an angle where he could just see a corner of them, soon followed by a pair of panties landing on top of the trousers. His heart raced as he heard Judy moan louder still, seemingly unaffected by the concern about being caught that he had felt, and as the bunny shrieked loudly alongside a rumbling vulpine growl from Nick, Duke knew that he absolutely had to see what was going on next door.

Quiet as he could, especially glad that he'd pulled off his belt given both foxes and rabbits' sensitive hearing, Duke lowered himself back to the ground and dropped onto all fours. With one beady eye wide he crept to the edge of the cubicle, using Judy's fallen clothes to help obscure him just in case someone was looking down at that moment, and peeked under the gap between cubicles. He barely held back a moan at what he saw, and the hand that had abandoned his cock to aid in his stealthy manoeuvring returned to his length as a dribble of pre-cum oozed its way to the bathroom's tiled floor.

Nick had Judy pinned to the opposite wall of the cubicle at head height. Her arms and legs were wrapped around his face, and his tongue was furiously attacking the bunny's pussy. Judy's toes wriggled and curled. Her puff of a tail twitched wildly as Nick held her up by her sweet ass, and as she whimpered and gasped and gurgled the fox's name between louder, plaintive cries of longing, her nose was wriggling in a way that Duke couldn't help but find adorable and sexy as fuck in equal measure. She was out of control, she was as wild as any of the bunnies from those Farmyard Frolics movies that Duke had sold hundreds of DVD bootlegs of back when he'd first started hustling in the city. She was...

"_Cumming!! Nick! Yes! Don't stop!! _"

All of a sudden, less than thirty seconds after the fox had started to eat her out, Judy was spasming. She was kicking out with her legs and pawing feverishly at the top of Nick's head while the fox just grinned and calmly, patiently lapped at her pussy through her quaking, gushing orgasm. A gurgling moan escaped Duke as he watched, hand a blur on his cock, but the rabbit was so loud that neither pair of sensitive ears heard him. She kept on squealing, crying out, mindlessly, wordlessly begging for more as Nick just kept on licking and licking, until almost a full minute later with Duke having to release his cock from his grasp just to keep from losing control himself while there was still more to watch, the bunny finally found the willpower to cry out two coherent, pleading words.

"Fuck me!!"

With a truly bestial snarl that made the rabbit scream in the sort of lust that could only be set off by a fight of flight response being triggered, Nick whirled around and pinned her to the opposite cubicle wall with a single hand as the other fell between his legs. Beyond that very wall Duke reeled back, terrified that he'd be seen, but only for a moment as he heard a zipper unfastening, Judy gurgling in longing, and then a scream that doubtlessly would have been her loudest yet had it not been muffled by some source. Then the wall between their cubicles began to shake. The whole series of cubicles started to rattle as Nick pinned Judy against the wall and began to rut her, to fuck her hard and deep and so. so fast that within seconds Duke could hear the audible slapping of his balls against her ass. It sounded amazing. It sounded so fucking hot. He had to see. He knew it was stupid. He knew it was suicide, but he had to see.

The weasel rolled over onto his back. He pressed his feet to the floor with his knees bent, and he eased himself backwards until with his heart pounding and his breath caught in his throat, the top of his head and his wide, hungry eyes peeked out under his cubicle and appeared in between Nick's legs, looking directly up.

Duke barely had time to slap both hands over his mouth as the first shot of his cum launched forth with force enough to hit the other side of the wall against which the rabbit was being ploughed. His legs kicked, his eyes bulged and it took all of the weasel's willpower not to wail in ecstasy as he saw the hottest sight of his entire life, the bunny's soaking wet pussy being absolutely split in two by Nick's hot, red canid cock, too big for a tiny rabbit like her but ploughing furiously into her anyway.

As cum continued to pour from his cock like it would never stop so long as they didn't, streaking the wall, his shirt and the lower half of his open mouthed, silently panting face, Duke watched and listened as Judy's screams were joined by savage, unhinged snarls of passion from the fox. He watched Nick's knot grinding up against Judy's obscenely stretched pussy, and not for the first time in his life wondered why he ever bothered trying to date ladies when there were crazy hot, crazy horny guys like Nick Wilde out there in Zootopia just waiting for a cheap, no strings piece of ass to offer themselves up as a living fuck-toy.

"Nick! Nick, please!!"

The bunny thrashed, shuddered, and shrieked as she began to cum again. Juices splashed out from between the tight seal of herself and the fox's cock. They trickled down her thighs, they dripped off Nick's swinging balls, and they landed directly beneath their exit-point... square between Duke's eyes.

Duke had never experienced the sensation of cumming a second time immediately after an orgasm before. When his cock lurched, his balls tightened and an explosive wave of pleasure crashed through him to prompt the start of that second consecutive climax though, the weasel was glad to feel himself all but paralysed by the intensity of the pleasure. He couldn't breathe, never mind draw breath to a sufficient degree to howl and squeak as he might have done otherwise. All he could do was cum his brains out alongside Judy, feeling her juices dribbling onto his face and wishing his open mouth could have been where his forehead was in that instant. All he could do was stare up through glassy, unblinking eyes at the bunny's gushing pussy and the fox's throbbing knot, and silently join Judy in shrieking, sobbing, and begging Nick to cum inside her.

With a thick, wet slurping pop, the fox's knot vanished inside of Judy, and as her whole body jerked and stiffened as though she'd been struck by lightning, Nick's howling cries faded to a single, keening yelp of the rabbit's name as he clearly began to do exactly what Judy craved. He filled her. He flooded her. He came as she thrashed and kicked and buried her face in his chest through her own latest orgasm, and then...

"D-dammit, nnh... fuck, Carrots, I... shit. I knotted you."

The bunny giggled. She gurgled in pleasure-drunk glee, and murmured in joyous acknowledgement of that fact as Duke quietly scooted back into his own cubicle, hurriedly wiping the wetness off his furred forehead and stuffing the fingers glistening with the bunny's arousal into his mouth.

"Dumb fox. You were just supposed to eat me out. Just a quickie to tide me over until we got home, that's what you said..."

Duke smirked as he heard Judy trying to chide Nick, though it was pretty difficult to take her seriously when she sounded, so, so happy with the way things had turned out.

"Dumb bunny. You know I can't deny you when you ask. You tell me to eat you, I eat you. You tell me to fuck you, I fuck you. You..."

"Nick?"

Duke slowly began to pull his clothes back on, licking his lips over and over again, eyes closed as he fought to savour and remember the taste of Judy Hopps' pussy juice for the many, many masturbation sessions which would follow that night. He listened intently too, waiting to see whether it would be safe for him to slip out now, or if he'd have to wait until Judy and Nick decoupled and left themselves before sneaking out.

"Yeah, Carrots?"

"I love you. Sexy fox."

"Mmh... I love you, gorgeous bunny."

"Nick?"

"Yeah, Judy?"

"You... you can't deny me? You'll do anything I ask?"

"Always."

"Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

Duke grinned.

"Awww..."

He murmured, not even really thinking about it until a split-second after the sound had left his muzzle.

"Wha- did... did you hear that, Carrots?"

A second later, trousers fastened but belt still resting atop the toilet tank in his cubicle, Duke bolted. He didn't stop to see if Nick or Judy tried to follow. He didn't stop to see if they'd heard enough to recognise his voice, or if they'd try and peer out of their cubicle to identify him. He just ran, out of the bathroom, out of the hotel, and all the way home. Home to a night of lying in bed painting himself with load after load, imagining Judy's pussy riding his face, and Nick's thick knot slamming into his ass.

And to think, he could have wasted tonight on some date, and missed out on all that.

Duke grinned as he ran, cock throbbing in his pants and Judy's taste still lingering in his muzzle. Tonight had turned out great. Tonight had turned out pretty damn perfect, and with the number of ways that things could have gone so wrong, but hadn't, the weasel couldn't deny that this had to be his lucky day after all.

By Jeeves

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