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Spy Games

Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Meeper

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A continuation of Spy Games (part one).

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Judy lay on a bed, which wouldn't have been at all unusual, though her arms being tied to the frame of it, pulled up over her head, was most certainly different. The metal frame was colder and more clinical than her home décor, though Nick, the canny fox, had kindly left her legs free as he knew her struggles would be in vain. He smirked, sitting back, the bunny blinking back to consciousness, though she had not, to be fair, been knocked out for all that long that time around.

"What..." She squirmed, testing her bonds, the rough rope digging into her wrists, a little too tight for comfort. "Who... You!"

Of course, it was Nick. Who else could it be as the fox perched on a chair, the back facing towards her as he leaned over it, seated comfortably?

"Nice seeing you again, bunny-bumpkin. Welcome back to the world of the living!"

She growled - well, as much as a bunny could growl. She thrashed and heaved, throwing her whole body into her actions, prey instinct demanding that she struggled, even though her rational, trained mind knew that she would do better if she conserved energy. Instinct, however, did not always work in her favour.

No escape was there for her as she collapsed, her struggles in vain, biting at the inside of her cheek as her thoughts raced. What was she to do? Where the hell was she? The room looked bare enough, but maybe that was just because a bachelor fox lived there, it didn't have to be a replication of anything more sinister, not at all. It was a simple room with a six-drawer dresser and a wardrobe, though the mini cabinets next to the bed had been moved away.

She catalogued that, but she didn't want to consider why.

"Now..." Nick spoke up only when her chest heaved, slumping to the bed, giving up on fighting with instinct for the moment. "Are you ready to listen to me?"

Judy glared.

"I suppose I have no choice!"

"Oh, little bunny..." He grinned, tipping his head to the side. "You didn't really think that you were going to be able to escape me? Nonetheless, I have something for you."

Nick grinned, twirling the mind control collar around and around his finger, spinning it in a circle.

"It seems I have won the collar, though it's not yet gone to the agency. How do you feel about that, bunny? You were meant to have it for the side of prey creatures and, well... Now the predators have it."

Judy scowled.

"I'll get it back from you before I leave here. Who knows what your kind will do with it!"

"Aw, so rude. I would have thought that a little bound bunny would be a little nicer, wouldn't you think so too?"

"Not for long, sly fox, not for long."

Nick grinned. Oh, he was enjoying toying with her a little more than he should have been, fur prickling and body tingling, a rumbling growl rising in the back of his throat.

"Mm... Sure thing, bunny. I'd like to remind you who's tied up here. I could do anything at all to you that I want... And this collar is going to give me all the power that I could ever need over you."

Judy flinched, though it was not as if she was not already in that kind of position. Tied up as she was, she couldn't get out of the tight ropes without alerting the fox as to what she was doing, as much as her eyes raked the room, running through everything.

One window, curtains drawn. The furniture that she'd already gone over. The bare floorboards, though they were moderate quality and semi-polished, actual flooring rather than old and worn, what should have gone under carpeting or something else. That was interesting. That implied a sense of taste, that the fox was not as low down on the pecking order of Zootopia as she'd expected. It was all information for her to take in, though the fox remained seated there throughout, smirking at her like he'd already won.

"You're so small, so helpless... This is why predators will always be better than prey, bunny. Oh, not that I want to eat you, of course. Unless you count eating you out, though I'm sure even that tastes like carrots..."

He laughed even as Judy flinched, not able to keep everything secret and hidden, as much as she might have liked to appear calmer and more collected than she actually was.

"Nah... Or maybe I can find that out, carrots. What do you think you're going to be able to do to stop me?"

Judy swallowed hard, though tried not to make it too obvious. It was not as successful there as she hoped.

"I can do you a deal, bunny, even though, really, I don't have to. It's all out of the benevolence of my own heart, I'll have you know."

Judy pressed her lips together, yet she had to ask.

"And...what do you want me to do?"

"Ohhhh, now she's interested in talking! And I thought that a cat had gotten your tongue, cutie."

"Don't call me that."

"As if you can do anything about it, little bunny, as if you can do anything."

The fox toyed with the collar, his lips quirked up in a perpetual grin that, with the quivering of his lips, was almost a sneer. He crept closer, standing from his chair, a slow, sensual lope to his walking gait, as if he was rolling his hip with every stride. The fox had all the time in the world to come to her, looming over her, leaning there, even as the rabbit anthro tensed under him.

"But on to the meat of the matter... I can make you a slave at any time with this collar: you already know this. But I will be kind enough to keep your free will as long as you reveal all the secrets of the prey secret agency to me. We'll start with the usual, the location, codes for entry, where the weapons and technology are both located...and move on to the members when I have what I need."

Judy hissed, shaking her head. As if!

"I'd rather die!"

A bit dramatic, but she understood very much that that was something that could happen too, her heart pounding even as she spat in his face, the glob of spit flying forth before her mind really caught up with the ferocity of her body. Her chest heaved as the fox wiped it from his face, but she was already in for it, words streaming from her lips like water.

"Your kind disgusts me - just what good do you think you're doing in this world? Of course, you won't think like that, you're just a fox, all like you think I'm just a bunny. We do good in my organisation, make lives better for prey animals, changing things that those up top don't have the guts to! And you think you can come in here and tear all of that down just because I've been captured! You'll have nothing from me, you dirty, sly fox. It's not like I've not dealt with your kind before..."

She ran out of steam towards the end, Nick taking a cloth, cleaning her saliva from his fur. It was not that much, not really, though it was as if he was making a show out of it, showing her what was allowed and what, very much so, was not allowed. It was the start of everything between them, after all.

He said nothing, eyes locking onto her. Every prey animal with a lick of instinct left in their veins knew that look, the look of a predator when he had a prey animal in their sights. It was intense, burning into her soul, stealing her breath away so that she could not even go off on another rant in his face.

Her heart pounded, lurching in her chest, her stomach twisting, guts churning and winding into one another, as if her insides were already being rearranged by the clasp of a predator fox's teeth. It had been a long time since she'd been in a vulnerable position before a predator that looked at her quite like that...

She didn't say anything, clamping her mouth shut. No, no... She wouldn't say anything, nothing at all, she would not allow him to see how much he'd gotten to her. The fox lurked, towering, a dark figure against the bare bulb of the overhead light, casting a glaring illumination over them, the room, few corners left dark. She would have liked a sliver of darkness to hide within, if she'd had a choice in the matter.

The fox growled, lips quivering, rumbling, his mouth opening wider and wider, showing his fangs. They gleamed with saliva, shiny with it, dripping and pooling around his tongue, the bunny shrinking back, starting to struggle again. It was instinct in its finest form, though there was nothing else for her to do, nowhere for her to go, not as he leaned in closer and closer, paws on her fur, claws digging in, holding her shoulders down as he stilled dangerously.

She squeaked, half turning away, even though she didn't know quite what she thought that would do, not before a fox that looked to all intents and purposes to be about to devour her. She flinched, quivering in place, and it was only that which broke him, pausing with his jaws hanging open still to chuckle, throat trembling.

"Hehehe... It's too easy."

He drew back, only a little, holding her shoulders down, his paws seeming huge on her tiny frame.

"Look at you... So small, so scared... Did you think you could do anything against me, little bunny? Your kind is weak, so weak, and predators at the true dominance of Zootopia! What would your parents think of you cowering before a fox, terrified of being eaten? Those at your agency, your co-workers? Oh, I bet they would laugh and laugh and laugh at you!"

It was personal, too personal, and her eyes snapped back at him with cold fury brewing in the depths of them. Even though he was, of course, at no risk from the bunny, Nick drew back, tapping the side of his nose.

"Ah-ah-ah, none of that now. I think I can do something to bring a little of the perk back to your ears, cute bunny."

There was something a little softer there, though she didn't know what to make of it as the fox moved to the foot of the bed, so soft and so quiet that it was as if he was stalking her, the bunny to his fox, the hunter and the prey.

But she didn't expect the fox to take her hind paws in his paws, fingers curling around, dancing and tickling, between her toes. She squealed and tried to clamp her mouth shut, twisting back and forth, though she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being reminded, yet again, of the power he held over her.

Yet it was so hard, her guts quaking, her belly shaking, needing relief, even though he'd barely touched her to start with. He laughed out loud, taking open glee in her debasement, the bunny heaving, heat rising to her skin, ears pinker on the insides as the veins stood out and she tried to release the excess warmth from her body.

"Now, now, now... Where is the little bunny the most ticklish? Let's put a smile back on that sweet face of yours!"

That wasn't what Judy wanted, not what she wanted at all. All she wanted was to be out of there, out of the fox's clutches and to especially have her feet away from his questing paws! He didn't have to be so crude with her, tickling her until her chest heaved and juddered, whiskers quivering, moisture pooling in the corners of her eyes. She would not give in, would not submit, needing to be elsewhere, not to be broken, quivering, shaking in place.

But the fox's fingers were relentless, his eyes boring into her, seeking out what there was in her that was about to break. The heels of her feet were not as ticklish as he might have liked them to be, but there was no issue there for him, hunting out her most sensitive of spots, over the top side of her large feet.

"Ah, there it is... Were you trying to hide this from me, bunny-bun-bun?"

Judy shrieked, howling with humiliated laughter as he finally found the sweet spot, the spot to break her, between the ball and the arch of her foot. His fingers pressed in, experimenting with pressure, though she could not hold back as she whimpered and bawled as laughter struck her, sweeping her up and away, not allowing her to have any break, no rest or respite, not as her body jerked and thrashed.

She had to hold on, tears streaming freely down her cheeks, her chest heaving, guts too tight, abs hard with the contractions held there. Judy didn't want to be laughing but he'd drawn it from her regardless, abusing that spot on both feet, even hooking his arm around her ankles, pressing both of her feet together at once so that she had even less chance of even getting her fluffy feet away from him.

"P-p-p-puh-puh-leeeeaaaasssseee..."

But she couldn't even beg, not as she whined and whimpered and fought to cry out, to push back, to do everything at all that she could to best him, to be more than what she was. Her training should have prepared her for that, but she didn't feel prepared at all in the moment that mattered the most, her stomach lurching, breath lost from her lungs, not even in any kind of position where she could ease the strain in her.

Her eyes bulged, the need to survive pounding her body. No air! There was nothing in her lungs! She couldn't breathe, couldn't gasp, jaws opening and closing, only laughter erupting from her as she laughed and laughed, even if there was no mirth in it, none at all, not in her.

Yet the fox was a more skilled ticklish fiend than anyone could give him credit for, enjoying the control over her, the feeling of power. He drew her legs in close to him, tightening his grip as if he was going to hold her tight until she passed out, the bunny heaving and panting, though he was quite sure that barely any air at all was getting into her lungs. It was not the first time that he had brought a "smile" back to someone's face with a touch of ticklish torture.

"Oh, bunny... Now, do you understand?"

On the edge of passing out, the sensations finally released, the fox backing off, simmering her down, her toes wriggling and flexing as she finally dragged in a single sweet gasp of air into her lungs.

"Unff... Huff... Puff... Damn...fox..."

Judy's eyes darkened, glowering at him, her ears pulled back as if they would have laid flat against her head, angry as her body instinctively wanted to protect them. He had found one tiny little thing that should never have come up, one weakness of hers that she'd never even considered. And just how he had zeroed in on that was impossible for her to comprehend.

"I'll give you one last chance, bunny, while you still have breath to do so."

His eyes lit up with fox-ish mischief.

"Tell me what I want to know. Reveal the secrets of your organisation. Then nothing worse will happen to you."

He didn't mean that, of course, but it was part of the deal that he had to lay out, a sort of trade. Yet the reaction from the rabbit was exactly as expected, shaking her head slowly, still grunting and gasping, stretched out on the bed as if she didn't have the energy to do anything more, her body damp with sweat, her fur a little darker. Thankfully for her, she was still clothed, though it was nothing more than a tight top like a sports bra and form-fitting underwear. She still remembered how the fox's fingers had tugged those aside, groping and violating her, which could not have been all that long ago.

"Never..." She said slowly, dredging the words up to where they could be spilt forth and sent into the space between them. "I will never give up, never reveal what my organisation is doing. They have worked too hard to be defeated now!"

All for good, of course, but anything she gave the fox that could have thwarted them, could have broken down everything that they had worked so hard to build up.

Nick smiled.

"Oh, good... I was expecting that answer. Then you have chosen to be a slave. I do hope you enjoy your existence!"

He smiled bigger and bigger as he unbuckled the collar - though was caught by his phone ringing. The bunny quailed, eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape, though the fox only stepped back with a smirk.

"I'll be back, bunny..."

He didn't want her to hear what his office had to say, pacing off into the other room while he set off his drones, which had recorded her humiliation and debasement at the exhibition, to play something very special for her. Judy groaned.

"Oh, carrots..."

It was not a highlight of something that she was proud of at all, showing Nick's victory poses, how his hind paw had rested on her face, her chest, her stomach, even her crotch. Just why was he doing that? Was he into that sort of thing? Perhaps so as she shuddered from the sight of him placing the chloroformed rag over her mouth, covering her nose with it, the twitches and struggles of her body fading quickly at first and then more slowly. She had hung on for as long as she could, the drones projecting everything onto a screen that they made in mid-air for her to view it, though she couldn't drag her eyes away.

Yes, she had fought, but...what was that? That was one that she did not remember, after she'd been knocked out, where Nick had his feet around her neck, his legs locking down, about to snap it. Her fingers twitched, instinctively wanting to go to her own neck.

"What the..."

It was clear what he was doing, her heart pounding, her mouth dry, something there that meant more than she had known. At the moment where she thought that her life should have ended, right there on the screen, the fox sighed and backed off, though there was no more clip to it after that, only shortened. Why had he wanted her to see that? Did that mean something? Or had it been a set-up to show her that he was, as he'd said, kind to her, even if she didn't think that he was very kind at all?

Well, predators and prey rarely had true feelings of kindness towards one another, which was quite fair. Maybe he was messing with her, which would be far more in line with what she knew and understood about foxes.

"Hey..."

Judy squirmed. Were her bonds a little looser? Yes - they were! Oh, her thrashing about must have done some good, after all! They hadn't gone tighter, but worked away at the knots as she wriggled further, clawing with her fingers to try to get them free from her awkward position, stretched out as she was.

"Come on..."

The collar was still there, at the dresser on the side of the room, mocking her with its light colour, how it appeared to be just another accessory. She grunted and arched her back, getting over onto her front, feeling better able to work and work away at the knots to ease them looser and looser until...

"Yes."

That was the quietest hiss of triumph she'd ever made, the rope falling slack, her muscles weak, though not solely from the bondage. Up and off the bed, she staggered, clinging to the wall for balance, her body shaky and jittery after that ticklish onslaught. Her feet still tingled with the sensation of it, the memory lurking deep in the fibres of her body.

"Out... Come on, Hopps, you got this."

She turned - yet that was her undoing, that one little twist, as the fox burst through the door. The phone was off in his paw as he lunged for her, striking before she could, his foot lashing out and striking her square in her back.

WHAM!

"Oof!"

Her body arched as she was flung forward, as if her tits and arse were supposed to be on show, an arch to her frame that could have been sensual if things had been different. Yet he could not help but admire the shape of her as she bounced back up to all fours, her paws and feet scrabbling to get back under her, her chest aching from where she had landed on it.

"Unfff... Nnnnggghhh..."

She groaned, lunging upright, though she was still weakened, the fox well and truly the one with the upper hand. He smirked, setting his phone aside, cracking out his knuckles and his neck.

"Think you were going to run, bunny? But I'm not done playing with you yet..."

His fists were up and, of course, he still only wore the tight underwear, losing the light shirt that he had worn before, more for his comfort than any sense of physical decency. His red fur glowed with good health, in the prime of his life, rocking back for balance as Judy lunged at him.

POW! BAM!

She struck with a roundhouse punch, something pretty simple, following up with a left hook and a kick that brought some strength and energy back to her body. Her right foot swept up in a crescent kick, even as she put her weight solely back onto her left leg and foot as she slammed her right foot into Nick's chest.

KA-POW!

It was still not as hard a hit as she would have liked, her body slower still, weakened still, Nick turning his defence into an offence. His paw jammed out in a palm strike direct to her chest that forced her torso to lean backwards, breath shocked from her lungs.

She could have saved herself if she was in better condition, though it was not to be as she tipped and tipped, falling over backwards, the room tipping around and above her.

"Ah-ah, not so fast!"

What the bunny could not have expected, however, was for Nick to grab her left arm before her feet left the floor, drawing her into a tight, too tight, hug. She squirmed and fought, thrashing, wriggling, yet he only hugged her more and more tightly, crushing her against his body.

"There, there, little angry bunny," he soothed her, though the taunt rang through regardless. "I'll make it all better, all better again with a hug..."

He made a mockery of her attack as he squeezed her tighter still, even when Judy thought it was impossible for the pressure on her to increase anymore. Grunting and wheezing, her eyes watered, jaw working.

"You...let me...go...now..."

Her paws came up, head drifting as if she was disconnected from her body. She pushed up against his arms, even trying to worm her fingers underneath his biceps to pry them back, to tease some strength from his form, though it was no use, none at all.

"Calm down, bunny... It's all going to be okay, everything's going to be okay... Relax now."

Yet she could not relax as he forced more and more air from her lungs, not even allowing her to take a single full breath. Her chin was forced up over his shoulder as he lifted her from the ground, still awake but fading fast in the tight grip of his bearhug. He tightened his grip more and more, fingers digging into her, Judy coughing and wheezing, her eyes streaming with moisture.

No... No, she couldn't relax, not as he stroked her fur, fingers dancing while his paws and arms bore down into her, not allowing her to even consider moving, much less anything else.

"Mmm, your fur feels so soft, little bunny," he mocked. "So silky... You must spend a lot more time on it than a predator, as delicate as you are."

No, no, she did not, but she could not tell him that as she wriggled and kicked, no longer trying to breathe as her mind raced. Yet the fox caught on to her struggles quickly as a stray foot caught him in the thigh, squeezing her even harder, a smirk playing across his red muzzle.

"Come on, bunny, fight a little more. Do you really think you're strong enough to break the grip of a fox? I bet even a kick from you wouldn't cause me any grief. I'm bigger than you, stronger than you... Nothing you do is going to win here."

Judy's eyes blazed, yet she didn't have the breath in her lungs to say anything back.

Think, Hopps, think!

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"You'll be under me soon enough, humiliated, forced to submit... It's the best place for a prey animal, really, you'll come to see that in time..."

That did it.

Pow!

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With every ounce of strength that her air deprived, burning body had left in it, she arched her back and landed a swift, direct kick to his shin, letting the weight of her body drag her down at the same time so that she was as awkward a load for the fox to hold as possible. The yell that Nick gave let her know that she had struck gold, his grip loosening enough for her to fall, dropped but able to catch herself as the fox swore.

"Damn bunny!"

There was cruder language in there too, but that was not something that Judy needed to worry about as Nick dropped to a knee, clutching his shin. Her eyes watered, but she didn't have time to concern herself with that as she blinked, scrambling up onto all fours, the room tilting around her. Dizziness swamped her from air deprivation, yet she had to come back to her senses as quickly as possible, blood roaring in her ears, ears too warm, the veins standing out on the tender interior where her body was warm, too warm.

Come on, Hopps...

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"Not so fast!"

A large paw closed around her ears, yanking her back as she squealed, kicking and writhing, yet being pulled by the ears for a bunny was just as painful for her as being pulled by the tail would have been for a fox. She thumped heavily onto her backside, arse aching, surely a red mark showing there, though she was thankfully still wearing her spy uniform, the underwear like garments that allowed her the full flexibility of her body. She had to have the range of motion, of course, when she was fighting a larger predator than her, someone just like Nick, though her ears burned, a deep ache resounding through her skull.

He was quick though, not wanting to let her go as he knelt and dragged her back against him, her back to his chest, the rake of his harsh breathing seeming to fill the room, the entirety of her senses.

"Time to go to sleep now, bunny..."

He could not release her to fetch the chloroform, but that was all fine and well, as he had his body at his disposal, arms around her neck, locking in. His palm pressed to the back of Judy's head, tightening his grip, though the beauty of such a hold in how it bore down was how difficult it was to escape from. The locking of the arms around his opponent's throat created a hold that could only be released by dirty tricks or hitting pressure points - both of which, of course, Judy was trained in, though he had her on the run, right where he wanted her.

Judy whimpered, squeaking without meaning to as she strived to suck in a breath. It was not painful, not as such, but the lack of air came too quickly. Maybe Nick had not meant to deprive her of breath in the bear hug, but that had most certainly been an effect of it, her head still spinning, limbs still weak, not enough oxygen in her bloodstream to be at full capacity.

"Such a fighter, bunny... But it's time to go to sleep now."

Judy clawed at his arms, wheezing, coughing, eyes streaming, panic clutching at her. Out, out, she had to get out, had to escape, kicking wildly, trying to throw him off balance. That was not as easy as it could have been if he had been standing, though she had to try, had to do something, anything, fighting with all her might to get out of an increasingly dire situation.

"You're such a fighter, Hopps, but you can't kick or hop your way out of this one... Heh, that's funny. A Hopps bunny hopping..."

It was not much of a joke as Judy growled deep in the back of her throat, fighting harder, though she should not have wasted breath in doing that. As much as she fought, the fox simply was not in the right position for her to use her weight, as light as she was, against him, on his knees and better balanced, instinct driving her to panic. Despite her training, there was little a prey animal like her could do when instinct and adrenaline locked onto them, the feral nature of being choked in a sleeper hold bearing down more and more.

The tightness, the squeeze... It was impossible, even as she fought to her very last, bitter breath. She would not give in, not easily, not at all, she told herself, kicking, fighting, screaming without making more than a gasping, panting noise. It made her feel as if she was doing all that she could, though her breasts practically heaved up against the muscle of his arms with every fighting grab she made at air, eyes rolling back into her head.

"Calm down, bunny-bun, now, it's all going to be okay..."

He soothed her, though there was nothing really that Nick could do to ease her down from her fearful high, her body aching, burning, muscles sore from fighting so hard. Yet fear was not what he was looking for, even though she was the lesser between them, the bunny who would very soon learn what her place was in the pecking order of predator and prey.

"Don't be scared, bunny. You'll only be asleep for a little while, just a little while, you won't have a care in the world, none at all. Doesn't that sound nice?"

He'd like to think so, for he was offering her an escape from all reality, the grind of daily life. Really, Judy Hopps should have been thanking him, it was difficult to explain that to one that was so invested in fighting him off to all means and extents. Shame, really, but there would be no pity when he won.

Damp streaked the fur of her cheeks as her eyes watered, chest aching, straining, the arch in her body as she struggled showing off her breasts, poised there as if drawn by the fox's paw. Yet she was fading quickly, her vision on the edge of greying out, even the panic softening. Her body knew what to do, even though her mind clung to fear, knowing that it was bested, that there was only one thing left for her to do in the face of a predator who had dominated her kind for so very many years.

"You'll be my foot slave, bunny, just a cute little foot slave. Doesn't that sound nice? You won't even have to get up off the ground for it!"

Judy squirmed, feeling like she was fighting harder than ever, though all she managed was kicking and flailing a little more quickly, no more than that. Her muscles felt so dull, so thick, so heavy, even the pressure of his arms around her neck didn't feel that prominent anymore. Everything blended into one dull cacophony of sensation, her ears twitching, trying to fold back against her skull, one last tiny protection that her body thought that it could play into for her.

It did her no good as he squeezed a little tighter, quickly sacrificing her struggles as she grew weaker and weaker, chest shuddering in more and more shallow breaths - or attempts at breaths. There had to come a point where her body gave up on breaking free and he sat back on the ground, holding her tenderly in his arms, though there was nothing at all gentle about the sleeper hold as he whispered into her ear.

"Go to sleep, bunny-bun," he whispered, lips and breath tickling her delicate ear. "It'll be easier that way."

His arms did not ache from the sleeper hold, for it was a standard move in his training, something that he was both skilled and well-practised in. He could hold it for as long as was needed, only a tiny bit of air reaching her lungs, a little that he allowed her, just to see her demise play out even more sweetly for him. With him sitting, she could have supported herself on the ground, though she still hung against the fox like a dead weight, Nick only wishing that he could release the hold so that he could steal a grope of her breasts. From his position, looking down her body from above, they were simply divine, yet another part of the bunny that was begging attention and a particular kind of predatory abuse from a fox who was due to reap the spoils of their fights.

"Go to sleep, bunny... Don't fight it anymore... It's okay that you feel sleepy, so sleepy... Let it all go..."

Her feet paddled on the floor, shuddering, letting out a sound that could have been a moan, though not even Judy was sure. Her mind was not working properly anymore, dull and sluggish, moving thickly as if through quicksand. With Nick's words washing over her like peaceful waves on the shoreline, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, strain falling away, so heavy, so sleepy, so very tired. It would be okay to have a little nap there, wouldn't it?

Her legs, slowly, stopped moving, though she was not aware of it, stretching them out before her, toes flexed lightly. Nick mimicked her position, covering her feet with his, though they were not all that much larger than those belonging to the bunny, considering the differences between their species. Still, he maintained the sleeper hold. Actually, it was something of a hug after so long in it, he was sure, though the bunny perhaps might have had something else to say on that matter.

"Go to sleep, bunny..."

He played his feet over hers, rubbing and teasing them.

"You'll enjoy worshipping my feet soon, I promise you. You'll love it bunny, out of your mind, a foot slave, so happy."

Judy whimpered, though that tiny bit of resistance was in vain. Down and down and down, her vision falling to grey, losing her sense of the world around her, only the dull heaviness dragging her down into the pit of unconsciousness. Yet it was not a swift slide as her eyelids fluttered open again, vision shifting, seeing shapes, the shapes of the fox's feet through the soft greyness that whispered so very sweetly to her.

"Gaze at my feet, bunny. That'll be something to look forward to when you wake up. You'll lick them and kiss them and worship them and massage them, so many things. Oh, I'll think up so many things to humiliate you, how you are going to nuzzle them and whisper such sweet things about my red fox feet..."

He wasn't even sure whether she heard him anymore, not moving, but she had to be close to passing out. The fox smirked. Time to enjoy himself. He didn't need to subdue her any further when she was so close already, broken and humiliated.

Nick released her, though he was not letting her go as he set her on her back on the ground, lying back and flat out, laid out for his attention. The fox brushed off his thighs as he stood up, unable to hide the predatory grin from his muzzle, his feet coming in close together, toes wriggling, lifting for a moment.

"Such a cute little bunny..."

Gently, he lifted a foot and, very deliberately, placed it right in the middle of her chest, between her breasts, though he still felt the warmth of them on either side of his foot. Her chest was narrow enough that he felt the light squash and shift of that flesh on either side of his foot too, licking his lips, trembling with pride at all that he had accomplished, breaking the bunny down.

"Good night, bunny."

Judy, with air in her lungs, could not come back to the waking world as she finally let go, stopped fighting. With a soft moan, she finally fell completely asleep, unconscious, out for the count, helplessly splayed out on the floor with a fox looking down at her. Nick chuckled throatily, shaking his head, his fingers itching to tease her, already thinking of all the fun he would have with her. What could he make her do as his foot slave? Oh, but there was so much more than merely being a foot slave - especially when he had the power of the mind control collar at his disposal.

Of course, at such a time, he indulged in his sense of self-worth and triumph, setting up a drone to come and take a photo of him with his foot posed on her chest.

"One more for my collection... Ah, what the hell - let's have a few!"

He flexed and turned, letting the drone capture him at his best, posing with his foot between her breasts, across her breasts, even one with his foot closer up towards her throat, impinging on her collar bone and the tenderness of her clavicle. It was not as if the bunny was going anywhere in a hurry as he turned and posed, wriggling his toes across her chest.

With Judy asleep still, Nick took his time fetching the hypno collar, fastening it securely around Judy's neck almost with the touch of a lover. He didn't have to be rough, after all, not when she was under his control. It lit up with a green and a white light as he buckled it closed.

"Hm... I wonder if that means it's now activated?" He said out loud. "These things should come with instructions..."

It was better, after all, if he tested the collar out on Judy before giving it to his organisation. He wouldn't have wanted, for example, to send a defective product their way, not when they had done so much for him and predators. At least, that was what he told himself, not that he was solely having fun with it and with Judy, humiliating and locking her into hypno control. His organisation, which had spoken to him not all that long ago on the phone, had been given the excuse that he had to eat first after some disturbance at the exhibition centre, which was as accurate a lie as he was willing to give. It would end up in their paws eventually.

"Mmmph... Ergh..."

The fox listened intently. It was a risk, what he was doing, though he had to make sure the collar worked. That was what he wanted, not humiliating and besting her with his body, the bunny slowly but surely starting to come back to the world of the living. He rocked back into a fighting stance, his paws raised where they could be used to chop or strike or curl into fists, one foot left in front of the other as he braced himself. If she attacked, he would be more than ready for her.

"Welcome back, bunny. Did you have a nice nap?"

His mocking was becoming more familiar than Judy would have liked, groaning as she rubbed her head. Her fingers moved slowly, her body aching, pounding after the fight. Her neck, after the sleeper hold, was sorer than she would have liked to admit too.

Sitting up, something overcame her. She knew where she was and what she was doing, but didn't seem to be able to change anything about that, though the notion of it did not make sense even to her. The rabbit's mind was not coming together as it should, even as she sat up, blinking as she looked at the fox.

Her lips would not move. She had not been ordered to speak. Yet there was something that the impressive force around her neck and throat bid her do.

Nick watched carefully. She could have been pretending, everything tense after such a rough and tumble fight. She had to be weak, but the bunny shifted quickly as he instinctively contracted his muscles, preparing to defend himself.

Yet there was nothing to worry about as the bunny suddenly knelt to him, facing him, her ears flopping forward as she murmured.

"Master, what may I do for you?"

The fox's jaw dropped. It had actually worked - and so quickly too! Weren't there even set-up instructions for that? And what was going on in Judy's head with the collar influencing her? How much control did it give him over her? Oh, he had so many questions...

"Interesting... The collar must think that the first one seen after it is applied is the master. Or mistress. I suppose a hypno collar doesn't much care about something like that."

His jaw fell a little looser, tongue lolling between the teeth of his lower jaw as it fluttered with every pulsing pant of breath.

"Hm... Kiss my foot, bunny-slave."

Nick told himself that he was only trying it out, though his heart raced more and more fervently as she instantly and without question leaned down to kiss his foot. It was the one closest to her, the one that Nick had out in front of his body, and he could not stop a delighted little gasp from breaking his lips.

"Good... And now crawl to the other one, kiss my other foot."

He didn't know how direct he had to be, keeping his fighting stance, just in case. It was too much, all too much, head roaring with power and control, though even the fox knew that he could not entirely allow it to go to his head. That was not what he was there to do, even if he wanted to completely and utterly dominate the rabbit, his foot tingling at the spot where she had kissed it.

Without hesitation, the bunny crawled to kiss his other foot, not rising from the ground as she reverently tipped her muzzle down to adore that foot too. The fox grinned widely, teeth showing in a feral expression of joy.

"Now, reveal the secret entrance to your organisation. Are there codes to get in? Tell me."

He didn't need to get into her organisation, but, well, it was as good a test as any other. The bunny blinked, on her knees, paws laid submissively out on her thighs, the picture of obedient subservience.

"The secret entrance is located on sixty-seventh avenue," she said in a light, gentle monotone, no edge in her voice as she reeled off the information required of her. "Go down the back alley and turn left after fourteen bunny steps. You will face a brick wall. The control panel is behind the seventh brick from the ground, which has a scratch on it. The code is seven-nine-two-six-six-five-four-zero-one-one-zero-nine-two. The entrance will open in the ground, not the wall."

Nick raised his eyebrows.

"Well, well, well... That is very interesting."

But what was even more interesting was that the fox was quite sure, at that point, that she was under the influence of the hypno collar. There was no way, surely not, that she would have ever given up that information without something more powerful than either of them forcing her to, a fact that made his hackles, ever so slightly, rise on the back of his neck. Of course, he would not humiliate her by making her remember the entire ordeal that he was about to put her through, even though she could - oh no. No, that would lead to more trouble down the line, he was sure.

No, if he had his fun with her, he could make her forget everything and simply leave her back at her home. Getting that address too would be a cinch from her. The fox grinned. Everything was falling into place as if it was meant to be.

"Tell me what a dumb bunny you are, that you were never a match for me."

"I am a dumb bunny and was never a match for Nick the fox."

She smiled as she said it as if she really believed it - wow, the collar was powerful. He grinned and settled himself a little more into his stance, though he was more confident that nothing was awry, even if he had not been entirely sure that the hypno collar had been able to do what the meerkat had said.

Judy smiled, plain and appeasing. The fox had free reign over her, completely and utterly.

Nick stepped back, not letting her out of his sight even as he stepped towards the bed. Even lying down left him feeling more vulnerable than it should have as he snapped his fingers.

"Join me. Come here."

The bunny scampered to obey, always keeping her body smaller and lower to the ground, though the fox was quick to correct her as she tried to climb up next to him.

"Ah-ah-ah..." He said, wagging his finger at her. "You haven't earned the right to lie next to me, not yet. You've got to earn that, little bunny."

Judy smiled, though she didn't have an opinion on that. What her master told her to do was what she would do, all for her master.

"Go down to the bottom of the bed, near my feet."

The bunny obeyed, on her knees on the bed, her eyes fixed on the fox. She waited on her next command, everything simple and quiet, only when it came to the wiles of obeying. Nick's legs were left stretched out, exposing his rich, red fur, his feet easy to access. There was only one thing, really, that he could order the bunny to do.

"Give me the best foot massage in the world," he said, putting extra emphasis on the last word. "Leave no spot untouched, bunny, or I'll be very upset with you."

That last part was his mind adding an extra humiliating factor to it. There wasn't anything more than what he could do with the hypno collar that he honestly would do to Judy - but it made him feel stronger and more powerful altogether to say it. A little kink, a little tease and a little humiliation. What could be better?

"Yes, master."

Of course, she obeyed. There was no doubt that she would as he relaxed back with his paws behind his head, the pillows softly supporting his head and neck. The bunny went to work on him as if she had been massaging feet for her whole life, her fingers working over the soles first, the space between the sole and the ball of the heel.

"Oh..." He groaned, not expecting it to feel quite as good as it did. "Yeah... Yeah, that's good."

Judy acted as if she was not thinking through what she was doing, merely pleasing him, giving him exactly what he had asked for in the best foot massage ever. Her fingers skilfully played over the arch of his foot, pressing in deeply, testing how far she could apply that pressure, taking her cues from him too as the bunny adjusted what she was doing to the needs of the fox. Nick could not tell her what would make it the best foot massage ever for him, thus she had to be savvy in her obedience, changing tact.

"Keep going, bunny..."

"Yes, master."

The words seemed to come easily to her lips and, truthfully, Nick enjoyed hearing it too. Coming from her, it simply felt right, even though he had only met her the evening before. He didn't even know what time it was there, maybe very early in the morning still, though he didn't care, not with electric energy zinging through his veins. It felt good, so very good, as she kneaded his foot and even worked her fingers in around the toes. That was not something that he would honestly have expected on asking for a foot massage, but it was divine, making him groan softly, flexing his toes in her grasp. Yes, it was very much something that he deserved, especially considering how often he was barefoot and on his feet all day, oh yes. A foot massage was most definitely what had been ordered.

She didn't solely focus on his feet too, remembering the light ligaments and tendons around his ankles, though those took a gentler touch to ease heat and soreness from them. The underside of Nick's feet received the most attention, regardless, being the parts of his feet that got the most abuse daily in his line of work, using her fingers and thumbs to dig in deeper and deeper as the muscle softened under her touch. The bunny's only thoughts were to serve, to please the master, and the master had asked for a foot massage.

The fox revelled in the attention as she massaged his feet, lifting a foot from time to time to demand more attention on that one than the other, though he could have whatever he wanted from her either way. It was not as if anything at all was being withheld from him, after all, the world opening before him as his mind drifted. What more could he have her do? He'd teased her pussy before, in the fight, but there was more still that could be played into there, things that he had not thought would be possible to him.

With the hypno collar and his foot slave adoring his feet, worshipping them even as she whispered to him how strong and magnificent they were, anything was possible.

"Oh, yesss... That's goooood..."

How did she know though what would be the best foot massage ever? Was there a standard? Nick could not deny enjoying it, though he wondered too how the bunny knew, if the hypno collar had fed the information to her brain. Maybe the bunny had experience in giving foot massages, which might have explained things too. Maybe that was why she had fought back so hard against being a bunny foot slave to him, as hot as he, personally, had found it. He could see how it would be humiliating to her, as it was not as if he wanted to lose the power he had held over her and have the roles be reversed.

"Mmm... Very good, bunny."

He'd allowed her to thoroughly work over both of his feet, even massaging both together, one paw on each, before calling it quits on that one. With the hypno collar, he could have as many delicious foot massages from her as he wanted until he had to return it, which was just fine by him. There was no point in working for his agency and getting top priority on so many secret missions without something good coming his way too.

"I'm impressed with your work. As a reward for you, you may kiss my feet. Both of them. Show your adoration, Hopps."

It was not a reward for her so much as just another way for Nick to humiliate her, though there was no question about Judy obeying. Her lips and nose quested for his feet almost before he had finished talking, kissing every part of his feet. His toes received the kisses, tiny and fluttering, first, working her way down, layering attention over the soles on the underside, down the sides of each foot, even kissing the heels where they rested lightly on the bed. Not all of his feet was accessible, something that Nick kept there deliberately as she whimpered, her breath wispy and wavering across the underside of his feet. She was the perfect foot slave, though not even Nick could have imagined just how ideal she would turn out to be. The hypno collar... He wondered if he could make a replica of it, though that was most likely out of his wheelhouse, at least at that time. A shame, really.

Judy kissed back up over his toes, finally kissing his largest toes as her tongue flickered out. Her lips had parted without her realising what she was doing, in her state, inadvertently licking the toe.

"What's that?"

Nick caught onto it quickly, locking in.

"Hm... Seems a foot slave is getting over-eager there."

"Sorry, master."

He frowned, though the fake seriousness was lost on Judy in her mind-controlled state.

"I never commanded you to lick my feet... You will have to be punished, bunny. What is the most humiliating, raunchiest sex act that you can think of? Spill your secrets to me."

Judy blinked, on her knees, his foot still between her paws. He had not told her to release it yet.

"Being told I'm no good, that my pussy isn't good enough to fuck, told I'm a whore, what a slut I am... All while my face is crushed to the floor by a fox's feet, prey down lower than low."

She took in a shuddering gasp - and kept going.

"Used and abused, my body just there to be used, cum on my face... That is what would be most humiliating to me, master."

Nick smirked. Interesting... Though not as kinky as he might have thought. Maybe she was just a dumb, plain bunny from her little rural life. Those in the city tended to be kinkier, though he was not about to complain.

"Very good, bunny. You'll still get to enjoy my feet, in that case... I'll enjoy making you writhe and twist and squirm with my feet, that is."

The fox licked his lips. Time to add more to the control of the hypno collar.

"From now on, you will experience great arousal whenever my feet touch you, slave."

One little thing and yet it could be something that could change things between them, even then. The bunny did not react, for it was merely a change in her psyche and not something that she had to do or react to, kneeling there, his feet pulled from her grasp.

"Sit on the mattress."

She obediently shifted, moving from her knees to sit on the mattress, her legs stretched straight out before her. Drawing up her knees towards her chest with a bend at the knee had not even been an option in her mind. He liked that. He liked that rather a lot.

"Now..."

The fox wriggled into place, his feet poised to tease her. One foot lifted as if he was not quite sure where to start, rubbing the side with his big toe against her back, the other wrapping around her body to the front, rubbing her stomach and her left thigh. He was not quite perpendicular to her body, their bodies almost at a right angle to each other, though he could wriggle and squirm around her to his heart's content as he tested out how much power his feet would have over her now.

Judy moaned.

"Yes... Oh, master... Yes... Ohhh..."

From his perspective, it looked as if she was not able to control her moans, sitting placidly where he had placed her, her ears softly laid back and her eyes half-lidded. The bunny still looked to him for instructions from time to time, though her short, panting breaths betrayed her arousal even when she was not moaning. The fox pressed his foot down into her thigh, brushing her crotch with his heel, though the deep groan that she let out surprised even him.

"Oh... Oh, yes... Ohhhh..."

She moaned more and more, the fox's eyebrows raising. Was it that effective? To have that influence over another... Oh, that was more exciting than he had imagined, licking his lips, eyes alight with lust. He rubbed his foot up and down her back, playing it closer to her buttocks, where the line of her underwear like the outfit was, though he yearned to get her top off, to enjoy her breasts with his feet without that in the way. Still, there was time for that as her breasts rose and fell with each snatched breath, moaning and groaning, teasing the very top of her buttocks, under her tail, as she gasped out loud.

"Ohhhhhh!"

That was the loudest groan yet, very nearly as if she was going to orgasm, though he couldn't believe that she'd gotten so close so quickly. Would she cum on the spot if he shoved his foot between her legs?

Ah, he could do that, but he wanted to control her, not pleasure her, not in that way, her chest heaving, eyes plaintive as even his slave wanted to beg him, in that moment, to allow her to have what the fox only should have been getting. He left his toes wiggling at the elastic waistline of her underwear, as if he was going to pull them down and get her off, but he would not, did not.

"You can't cum yet," he said, "but you may...if you beg me to be able to perform that humiliating sex act. Do you want your face under my feet, bunny? Or don't you?"

He toyed with her, teasing her with what was humiliating, what would give her the touch of her feet and yet set her insides squirming with that humiliation too. Judy moaned and twisted back and forth, acting as if she was trying to get back to his feet, but she could not do anything about that or help it, her master's power over her absolute.

Nick smirked, crouching. She'd have to beg for it. But he would be ready when she broke, the mattress dipping under his weight as his feet pressed down into it.

"Come here, bunny... Beg me, tell me that you need it. You need my feet, don't you?"

She whined, twisting back and forth. She had not been ordered to beg for it, but had been told merely what she had to do to get back to his feet and, oh, how she wanted them. Desire was obvious in the tantalising lines of her body as Nick watched her fight it, squirming, wriggling, though there was only one way that she could go.

"I... Uh... Oh..."

Judy gave a great shudder, eyes fixed on his feet as if she couldn't see anything else at all in the world.

"I want you to humiliate me, to tell me I'm useless, to call me names..." She trembled. "Crush my face down with your wonderful feet, show me how pathetic I am, master. I'm begging you, master, please use me!"

The bunny's tongue clung to the roof of her mouth as he nodded his approval, not in her right mind as she laid her head down on the bed, ears trembling, though they did not move off it as she allowed her face to be crushed into the firm mattress and rumpled sheets. His foot bore down on her head while the other covered her muzzle, hiding her from view while the bunny whimpered and moaned like the little foot whore that she was.

"Little bunny slut," he hissed, using her own words against her. "You're useless, only good as a foot slave, to worship my feet, and even then you need training. Who needs training to worship feet? Just a dumb little bunny whore like you. You think you're a secret agent, but look at you, crushed under my feet, humiliated by a predator. This is where you belong, foot whore, nowhere else. There never will be anything else ever again for a prey bunny like you."

"Yes, master... Yes, master..."

Her words were muffled under him as he played his feet over her muzzle and head, curling his toes around over her ears, though he was not picky at all where he pressed down. He had her in his grip, where he wanted her, and nothing would have him let go. He'd see his cum on her, splattered over her fur, soon too, though that would come with his orgasm, using and abusing the bunny exactly as she had begged to be used and abused. Didn't that make it right in the end?

Ah, that was twisted logic, the bunny forced right up into extreme arousal by the touch of his feet, heaving and panting, though he could not help but admire the curve of her buttocks. She was on her side, her legs tucked up a little as if her body was a comma, the fervent twitching of her cottontail drawing his eye down to the curve of her rump. It was cute, so cute, though their fight earlier had aroused him more than he had understood at the time, his body aching for more. He could see his cock disappearing into her, right there and then, though his hard-on merely showed through his outfit, the little that covered his crotch, squeezing his feet down over her face to humiliate her further.

It was more than a pose as he stood tall, letting a drone circle as he humiliated her. No, it was more than that, knowing that she was completely awake, the drone zooming in, recording everything that was happening, his complete domination of her.

"What a slutty bunny... You want a big fox's feet, don't you? You'll be humiliated, wanting my feet, only my feet, forever."

Judy gave a shuddering gasp and, for a moment, he thought she was going to hold out. She whimpered and cried out, however, as he pressed down with his feet, laughing out loud, bearing her down into the mattress even as she climaxed with a shriek that should have had him leaping back for the tenacity of it. His cock pressed through his underwear, the shape defined, yet he revelled in his ability to make her orgasm without even touching her crotch - well, that little brush hadn't counted now, had it?

He'd not count it in his own mind, as she climaxed, the fox tugging his underwear down with a low groan. It didn't matter to him that he was on camera too, only that he satisfied his lusts, his cock out and in his paw, though the bunny lay under him in the perfect position. As she got off on the pressure and sensation of his feet alone, he jacked off his length, not caring that he was on display. Let her see, let the cameras see - he controlled all of those anyway and everything would be encrypted.

"Slutty bunny, stupid little dumb whore bunny," he grunted thickly, unaware of what a hair-trigger he'd been on already, his cock hard, aching, pulsing, balls churning with need. "You need this, need a bigger predator to pin you down, use his feet on you, humiliate you. This is all you're good for, being pinned, being used, your body dirty, so dirty."

The bunny squealed, yet she was not in her right mind as he knelt over her, panting heavily. He yanked her top down for good measure, though did not tear the stretchy fabric, which caught under one breast. It didn't reveal the entirety of her breasts, but it showed enough, squashing one up with the nipple on show while the other merely bulged as if in cleavage. It was there that he completed her humiliation in his pleasure, jacking off over her face until he climaxed with a short, sharp bark of pleasure. Spurts of fox cum covered her face, sticky and slick, clinging to her fur and whiskers and yet running as if even his seed wanted to coat her and mark her. He did not spare her breasts either, anticipating what would be even more humiliating for her, greedy in his debasement, though the bunny blinked back up at him, something in her eyes that he had not seen there before.

Of course, he might have realised what had happened if he had not been panting in climax, grunting deep in the back of his throat like a much larger mammal. The collar had, after all, been designed for sex parties and the like, bringing technology into group eroticism and, well, it had never been meant to work permanently on anyone. That was a safety feature too and the bunny came right back to her right mind at the point of orgasm, panting lightly, trying to keep her face neutral, the tiniest of smiles kept fixed at the corners of her lips.

The collar... Judy remembered everything that had happened, as the fox had not ordered her to forget it, wanting to reach up and touch the collar, though everything happened around her without her control. She had to be still, had to be quiet, though she wanted more than anything else to wipe the fox's cum from her face, making a disgusted expression, screwing up her muzzle. Who the hell did he think he was to treat her like that? And to make her say that? She could only guess that it was just as well that her controlled mind hadn't pulled out something grosser like rimming him, for that was very much not something she would have wanted to do, as much as her cheeks and ears burned with humiliation at taking his seed on her face.

And his feet... Feet were very important to a bunny, being as they had quite large ones. Judy would know, her toes wriggling, though, thankfully, the fox was not paying her any attention. Maybe, as a slave to him, she didn't hold as much threat or significance, which was good as she collected herself. She just had to not think about the cum on her fur, how her top was slowly easing up and up, threatening to smear his seed even more deeply into the fur of her chest. Without thinking, she shuddered, only very, very fortunate that the fox was not paying attention to her as his foot, once again, landed on her face.

She had to act like she was hypnotised, she realised, panting softly, her breath tickling his foot. Hoping that she could fake it, she gave a low moan as he rubbed his foot on her face, the fox not in the know. That was something that she could use to her advantage, even though his foot on her face, oh... She'd seen it in the videos and photos, but that did not mean that it still did not make her guts churn and writhe with humiliation! Her pussy was wet too after climaxing, shocked that she had even gotten off from that as the fox leaned down over her, standing on the bed.

"Kiss my foot, bunny."

She did so, after a faint moment of hesitation. Would that be enough? Did he notice? Her lips pressed to the side of his foot, for it was hard to get into any better position with his foot on her face, lying there on her back while he towered. The collar must deactivate though when the wear orgasmed, which at least made sense and matched up with what she had heard about it at the presentation. Maybe she would have been in an even worse position there though if the fox had worked that out.

She couldn't fight back, not as the fox flung his paws up in the air.

"I am the greatest fox in all of Zootopia - no, the world!"

He bragged and boasted, the bunny trying her best not to squirm under her foot. She had to act the part. The taste of his foot lingered on her lips.

"The best, the strongest - even though a little dumb bunny thought they could best me! My organisation will triumph with the hypno collar and you will be left with nothing! You couldn't stand up to the might of the fox, not even the once, dumb bunny slut!"

Judy quivered. Oh, that was bad, though his eyes fixed on her greedily once more.

"That wasn't much of a kiss, bunny. Do it again."

She didn't want to, but, in the nick of time, his communicator rang. The fox clicked his tongue against the roof of her mouth, but hopped off the bed, tucking his cock back away in his underwear. She was, at least, glad to not see that anymore.

"Darn it, where is that thing?"

It had been left in the other room, which meant that he would have to leave the bunny alone. But that would be fine, he was sure, with her secured under the control of the hypno collar.

"Stay on the bed, Hopps, I have plans for my slave."

Judy stayed still as he left. That was an easy thing to do, the door clicking on his heels - and then she was up and scrambling, wiping his cum from her with the bedsheets, though she could not linger on that for too long. Up and ready! She had to be ready, gasping, panting, regaining herself. She couldn't think of all the things that he had done to her as she waited by the door for him, her clothing back in place, ready for action, her energy restored and fuelled by anger.

When the fox returned, she lunged, striking him flat across the face with the palm of her paw. There was no way that he could have seen her coming as he was slammed into the corner of the room where the walls joined, his lower jaw falling slack. Such an expression of shock crossed his muzzle that she laughed out loud, though there was little funny left there.

"How... What..."

How had she gotten out of that? The collar was still on her! The bunny smirked.

"That's why you shouldn't go in a rabbit's hole without permission," she shot back, though she was fortunate that he had not penetrated her against her will. "Dumb fox..."

She pressed the attack, trying to swing in a left hook, though he blocked her attack as he brought up both forearms together, his knee coming up at the same time.

Pow!

_ _

"Oof!"

Still slow, Judy didn't expect the knee to the stomach, the fox swiftly following it up with a punch to her face as she crumpled to the ground. His knee brushed her breasts as she fell, his hide shivering, though there were more pressing things than arousal at that time.

But she was not down and out quite yet as she launched a double foot kick up at him while she was down on the ground, the arch of her body beautifully erotic as her breasts jiggled with the sharp shift of her body. Her crotch was exposed with a damp patch betraying her prior arousal, though the bunny could not do anything about that as her feet slammed right up into his stomach.

Ka-pow!

_ _

"Oooohhh..."

That was not a good groan, not at all, Nick stumbling back, clutching his stomach. But he had to get back to her, had to activate the collar again, his quickest hope of subduing the bunny once more.

"Oof... Stupid bunny..."

Yet she was not as dumb as he thought she was as he tried to wind in closer, to close the distance without putting himself in striking range again. Judy hopped onto her feet, springing from her shoulders and flipping back upright, though she had to be quick, her heart pounding, driving blood throughout her body, carrying oxygen and nutrients to all the parts of her body and organs that desperately needed it. But as the fox lunged with a kick, she made her move, daring around behind him as he was rendered dull from losing his wind.

"Hi-yahhh!"

She leapt, gaining enough height with a rather impressive leapt to karate chop him in the back of the neck, the side of her paw slamming into his body. Nick howled, though he stiffened, eyes wide, his body left upright for a moment as the seconds dragged out. Judy landed and regrouped, puffing and dragging in a much-needed breath as she faced him head-on once again, the fox facing her, although his eyes had fallen shut.

"Give in, sly fox. Or not so sly, if you are bested by a bunny, hm?"

It was easy to taunt him after all that he had done to her, though it was not her usual style. The fox deserved it, her eyes raking his body as he swayed there, pulse pounding at the point of his throat.

The fox tipped forward as if in slow motion, though Judy would not know if it seemed like that due to adrenaline or something else. It didn't matter, not as he slumped against her, his legs weakened, the karate chop clearly having hit a pressure point on his neck, though she had not thought that she had been that accurate there.

Somehow, she managed to remain standing as the fox fell on top of her, sliding down her body, his nose bumping through her ears, off her forehead and down her face.

"Uggh."

Judy grumbled as he continued his descent. Down her body, slack-jawed like the fool he was, his mouth sliding down her chin and slopping to her chest, a little saliva left in its wake. His nose pressed between her tits as she huffed and struggled to heave him up, merely as she didn't want him to collapse on her and pin her to the ground. Yet he kept going, called by the pull of gravity, his nose and lips trailing past the softness of her breasts to her belly and her crotch.

It could not be helped as his lips pressed hard to her crotch, the fox not in his right mind. Judy shuddered, a tiny moan breaking her lips. That should not have felt as good as it did, but it was even better to humiliate him as his lips ground over the wet stain of orgasm on her underwear, marking him as he had sought to mark her.

"Even now, fox..."

He slumped further as she pushed him, letting his descent draw him to the ground as he crashed to his knees, landing hard and tipping down her body again, nose tracing that rough path between her legs, down her thighs, the scent of bunny surely thick in his nose. Only after Nick's nose bumped over a kneecap did he tumbled in a crumpled heap to the ground, landing on one of her feet with his face squashed into it as if the positions from before were reversed. Judy panted, chest rising and falling sharply with breath. How appropriate.

She could not leave him there, however, as she crouched, grabbing his shoulders to drag him back up to his knees. Judy could not manage more than that at her size, for brute strength would never be her strong point, the fox unconscious, swaying, though he had enough brace in him to stay somewhat steady.

"If you wanted to be near such big, strong, feet," she taunted, "you could have just asked. I'll show you how much stronger than yours they are..."

She laid him back, pushing him with her foot just to see him tumble. Judy giggled. That was better...the fox in the position he should have been under her. Checking her pockets, she found a small orb that was a camera - a little like the drones but one that she preferred for subtlety in her missions. Perfect.

It whirred to life quietly, floating before her as the bunny set it up to circle them and take photos while she took pleasure in her control over the fox. She had beaten him fair and square too, a bunny taking on a fox, while he had not played fair with her. Why, there was even still a bulge in his underwear, his body on show as he was laid back, flat out, a dirty fox with dirty inclinations.

"Time to beat you at your own game..."

She posed like he had, for the camera, letting it snap photo after photo of her. Judy started with a victory pose with her paws raised above her head in triumph and her right foot in the centre of his chest. Her toes wriggled, pressing down into his fur, where there was a little bit of a lighter shade in the centre of his chest.

"You will not best the bunny!"

She grinned, turning, putting her left foot on Nick's stomach, pressing down into her abs as she flexed and coquettishly slicked her ears back, posing. She could have been modelling for something else, but a feature in Spies Quarterly would do her nicely, when it came to triumphing over a rascally predator like him.

Posing like that was not something that she would normally do, but she had to admit that it was the fox who had given her the idea, turning again, wriggling her foot on his stomach, changing her angle. It was all to find the best photo, of course, her little floating drone hovering, taking photos every few seconds so that everything was captured.

"Bunnies are better than foxes!"

One more photo, one with her foot on his face, though she didn't know which to use, ending up taking a photo with each, facing the camera head-on as she flexed her arms on either side of her head. That was cool, but she had to humiliate him further, finally posing with her foot on his crotch, grinding her sole and toes over the bulge of his member.

"Think I'm a dumb bunny... Well, you're a slutty fox. How'd you like your own words being turned back on you?"

She mocked him, the camera blinking as it floated, though it was no more than the size of a marble, discreet and neat. The bunny rolled her foot back and forth over his crotch, using him as he had used her, the fox's eyelids fluttering. She didn't know whether it was the stimulation that was bringing him back around or something else, but neither did Judy all that much care. His cock hardened under her manipulation, toes flexing around him, though she was certain that she could best him once again as he swam back to consciousness.

"Unff..."

"What's the matter, fox, like being under my big, strong feet?"

She mocked him, but the fox was quicker to recovery, kicking up against her to knock her away - yet he was still weak, stomaching-churningly so. The chop to his neck had had more of an effect on him than realised and he grunted, panting, eyes wide and wild as he woke up, but was not able to do anything. Judy blew him a kiss, leaving him with a hard-on, hopping up to stomp both feet at once down onto his stomach as he grunted.

Ka-pow!

"Oof!"

That was all the air left in his lungs gone as Nick's head spiralled. The pain was too much as his limbs sprung up from the kick, falling back down under the ploy of gravity, tongue hanging out, lacking control over his own body. Maybe that was apt, the bunny standing over him, the fox awake.

"I didn't like that kick, fox..."

She bristled, burning with anger. He'd thought he could humiliate her...and get away with it? No, not at all, memories arising, swimming up dimly to her as if through a thick fog. Yet she knew what had happened and nothing had been wiped from her mind. There was no way she could let the fox get the upper paw, not over her, not ever.

Coldness seeped into her, the fox panting, yet not able to move. She was a trained assassin too, of course, as part of her line of work. It was a part of the deal and the trade, not something she did often though. If she wanted...she could deal a killing blow and it would be nothing at all to her. If anything would be fair and just after all that he had put her through, that would be, above all else, she was sure of it.

Nick saw her lifting her foot, the steely look in her eyes, though he could not understand, not fully, what she was planning to do. Not that he hadn't been in a similar situation, planning to kill her, breath catching in her throat, some instinct lingering, telling him that he was at risk.

No...

_ _

But yes. She would crush his lungs or break his neck with her strong feet and legs if he couldn't move, though the fox tried to struggle and still found his limbs as loose and as floppy as they had been before. Although he was awake, reeling in the horror that he was about to have his life ended, her last stomp taking too much out of him, he tried to snarl, failing at that too.

She still lifted her foot above him, too slowly, so slowly. He'd humiliated her, yes...but the fox hadn't killed her. What did that make her if she ended his life? If he was not trying to kill her, how did that line up with her moral code if she ended his life instead?

He could have found someone else to be his slave. Instead, there had been something in him that had chosen her, let her live. Why?

The bunny had too many questions to be answered.

The fox was just about to accept his fate, wanting to close his eyes even though he couldn't take them off Judy. The bunny was fearsome and it was only right that his panic and fear was painted as clear as day across his face.

It had to be done, Judy told herself, even as she paused, hesitating, dragging the moment out and out and out. She couldn't let him live after all that he had done to her. He had probably been planning to kill her anyway, she was sure, though she didn't know why he hadn't done it already. He was a fox, that was just what they did.

It was not as if she had not killed, she was familiar with it. A snap of the neck, a stomp to the neck... The neck and her feet were partners in crime, a lover's kiss at the moment that breath was snuffed out forever. Of course, all that she'd killed had been predators and Judy would have said every time that it had been in self-defence. How could it ever have been anything else at all, for her?

That was why she had joined her agency, undergone her training... To protect prey. Predators would not do it, taking advantage of them, some cruder beasts even devouring them, long lists of names and details of attacks flickering before her eyes. She knew what predators did to prey. But why did Nick then let her live?

Her foot hovered over him, poised to crush his lungs, though the fox did not beg for his life. He only raked in what breath he could, muzzle crinkling in horror, in fear for his life.

Nick was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it, quailing from the final blow. If only he had despatched her when he'd had the chance... He'd never thought it would come to her killing him.

He closed his eyes. He couldn't look.

Yet all Judy saw in the fox was herself, played back in that video of him about to kill her. She saw herself in her fear and herself as Gideon, the fox who had bullied her and abused her when she was much, much younger, poised above her about to slash her face. Only, the video playing in her mind flickered, replacing the fox with a bunny with her foot raised, about to crush a fox's lungs, the roles reversed in their power plays.

Nick flinched, squinting, peeking out. It had been a while, but he hadn't felt anything. Was he already dead? What was taking so long? The thought was so out of place that he would have laughed at himself, though he had to open his eyes, regardless of how his heart pounded. The bunny did not look as she had before, the cold-blooded steel-fisted killer, her foot still hovering, which struck trepidation into his heart.

Yet there was something lighter on her muzzle... Revelation? That didn't make sense. His lips moved as if he was about to say something, though not even Nick knew what he could do then. He wasn't about to beg.

Judy was quicker than him, however, her foot coming down more lightly and deliberately on his neck, finding the carotid artery with her toes. The fox grunted, eyelids fluttering.

"Time for you to go to sleep instead, fox... That's better for you now too, isn't it?"

She mocked him as he slipped down, though the fox did not have far to go. He had not been strong as it was as he laid there before her, winded, breathing heavily, eyelids feeling dull and heavy. It would be much easier to close them.

But there was a lack of threat there - the idea of it and no more than that. She did not have the look of a casual killer anymore as she pressed on his carotid artery with her toes, letting him slip into swift unconsciousness. In a way, it was telling of her skill that she was able to knock him out so quickly.

"It'll be okay, Nick, just go to sleep."

Only when he was out cold did she take a shaky breath, brushing her ears back from her face. The bunny hadn't realised that her eyes were wet.

"It's okay, Hopps," she said to herself, wrapping her arms around herself, stroking the bare fur of her arm as she rocked back and forth on her feet from the toes to the heel and back again. "You're not like Gideon... You'll never be like that fox."

But she didn't know.

Glad of the distraction of a reminder pinging on her phone, a personal belonging that Nick must have brought with him from the exhibition hall, she checked it briefly. Ah, it was getting to the time when she was supposed to deliver the hypno collar to the agency. And she already had it around her neck, as if it was all ready to go.

Glancing down at the fox, she knew that could not be done. That was a decision yet to be made, but she made hers before she could change her mind.

Unfastening the collar, she instead placed it around the fox's neck while he was unconscious, tightening it snugly. The lights flicked on, though she did not remember seeing those, the fox out cold.

"Well, let's see how this works then... Fox, wake up!"

She clapped her paws together as if that would help - and the collar activated. Nick blinked back to consciousness, though it was clear to her that he was not in his normal mind, a similar state of blissful obedience to what she'd been in before. Judy took a deep breath.

"Stand."

Like a puppet, the fox did so, standing, the softer outline of his cock visible. She smirked. Oh, that was much better than killing him...

"Bow and acknowledge me as your master!"

The words burst from her, though she would not deny the rush of power she felt as he did so, bowing deeply, down on his knees, paws splayed out submissively before him.

"You are my master, oh great bunny."

Hm, she liked that. Maybe the collar had more applications than realised, but she might have time to experiment.

"Tell me where your agency hideout is, the secret locations - everything about the facility."

He reeled off facts, a soft smile on his lips, eyes glazed over as if he did not see her.

"Aardvark Avenue in Savannah Central, an underground facility under an old warehouse that used to hold motoring parts. Door code six-one-one-nine-five-two-two-two-two-zero-zero-eight-seven-seven-three-eight-eight-eight."

He reeled off more, though she catalogued it all in her head, the guards they had on duty, what their schedules were like. There was more there than expected, yet it all felt like necessary information to keep herself and prey safe. But that would do. He was clearly under the control of the collar.

"Now..." She laid down on the bed, more confident after having been controlled by the collar herself. "Kneel on the bed, at my feet."

Two could play at that game, the fox joining her in the position demanded. Judy smirked.

"Now... Give me a foot massage, even better than the one I gave you. You owe me."

He did not see it in that light, but he obeyed, quietly and happily, as if that was his only purpose there. To the fox, there could not be anything else, not as he growled softly, gently, everything about him light and sweet as he massaged her feet. He had more foot to work with than he might have expected, running his fingers over the soles and the arches, tickling lightly, though it was merely to relax her.

Judy groaned.

"Oh, yeah, that's the stuff..."

She enjoyed it, for he had too, letting him massage her feet as her whole body went limp and floppy, though poised to react if ever needed. She wasn't going to let him get the best of her, oh no, not in any way. He massaged between her toes, even spending more time on the toes, for they took a lot of pressure from the rest of her body, his fingers working out the soreness from the heels, finding all the little sore spots that Judy had never even considered for herself.

"Mmm... Yeah, that's good."

Very good, in fact, just as she wanted it to be as she allowed him to worship her feet. Payback, yes, but the perfect kind, the fox lost in subservience as he massaged them, working them both together, the bunny's toes wriggling as they were pressed together side by side. Yet she wanted something more, as much as the foot massage relaxed her, feeling as if her feet had softened and eased lines of tension in them that had been present for years.

"Praise my feet, fox."

He was not "Nick" anymore. The fox shivered, massaging them deeply, working into the soles with his larger thumbs.

"Your feet as so big and magnificent, master," he said, meaning every word under the collar's control. "Your feet as so wonderful, so dominant, I submit to their power. So warm and so fluffy, so strong for carrying you all day long. You channel so much power through your feet, I bow in obedience to their control, the control and dominance of your feet, master."

Judy grinned. Better!

"Well done, fox, I think you've earned a reward. Sniff my feet, breathe in their aroma..."

It was more for her than him, though he had done the same to her. Placing his nose on each of her feet in turn, the fox obediently inhaled, tail flicking back and forth, lifting. She'd never considered how much expression there was in a fox's tail, but she had time to enjoy it as he inhaled the aroma of her feet, fresh and clean. Being barefoot had its perks, considering that her feet never had the chance to become sweaty, as they were not stuck in shoes.

"Your feet smell amazing, master," he whimpered. "I do not deserve to be in the presence of your wonderful feet. Your feet are the most wonderful thing in the world to me, nothing else compares to your feet, so big and fluffy, so soft, your toes so poised..."

She chuckled.

"If you like them so much, kiss them all over, fox."

Nick did so instantly, not knowing what he was doing. With every kiss, he murmured praise to her, following her earlier command.

"Your feet are amazing."

A kiss on the heel as she pressed it against his snout.

"Your feet are so strong."

A kiss on the middle toe.

"Your feet are so soft."

A kiss to the sole.

"Your feet are magnificent."

A kiss to the big toes of each, pressed together, side by side.

"Your feet are so wonderful that I wish I could be down under them forever."

It was more than just appealing to have him worshipping them, multiple kisses layered all over her feet.

"Since you got to have your fill of me, what would be your most humiliating sex act then, sly fox?"

The fox squirmed, yet he could not resist her.

"Having my muzzle marked with a bunny's juices so that everyone can smell the prey on me, being forced to wear it."

Judy giggled.

"Ohhhh, you already have some of that on you, fox... But I can make that happen. You're all about eating a bunny out, aren't you, but when it comes to wearing my cream you're all shy about that! Humiliating doesn't cut it here!"

Judy tugged her underwear aside, leaving it on, for she still wanted the option of covering up. There was more than enough dampness there as she sat on his face, grinding his nose into her crotch, forcing him to inhale her scent. She rubbed it into his fur, letting him reek of it, laughing out loud, relishing in the control of it all, how the dominance thrummed through her.

"A bunny rubbing their juices off on you," she giggled, mocking him. "How fitting... How humiliating... Everyone will know where you've been and what you've been doing fox, how you've submitted to a bunny."

"Ah... Yes, master."

Nick squirmed and the bunny felt he was getting close, his cock hard and proud, standing up with pre-cum drooling thickly from the tip. It showed through his underwear, though she let him suffer with it, enjoying the bulge, the insatiable lewdness of it all.

"Tell me when you're going to cum."

She rubbed her pussy on his muzzle, even as his tongue flickered out, eating her out as he had promised another time, though there was more power to Judy in taking him like that with the hypno collar in place. She liked it better like that, letting her essence mark him, even if she could have the stupid fox not even realise what had been done afterwards, wandering around confused by the strange looks he was getting from other predators.

That was hot, the humiliation of him, how the fox would not even know... With a cry, she climaxed on his tongue, painting his muzzle well and truly with the essence of the humiliating act for him. Whereas eating her out had surely been something that the fox had wanted, wearing her essence had not been a want, but a humiliating nuance that twisted something that should have been purely pleasurable into something more devious. Her ears slicked back as she climaxed, his hard cock throbbing in his outfit, though she was not about to let him cum, not yet. Not after what she'd seen happen after her own climax while wearing the collar.

"Ah... I'm close to cumming...master."

The fox's muzzle twisted and Judy smirked.

"Excellent. Stop."

The fox whined, but she held up a finger to quiet him.

"Sit there, on the chair."

He scampered to obey as she shifted off his muzzle, her pussy dripping with her cream. In a moment, he was sat on the wooden chair, rocking a little where one leg was shorter than the others, the bunny tying him up neatly and swiftly with the same ropes that had been used to bind her earlier. His ankles were lashed to the legs of the chair and arms drawn back behind him, knots kept carefully away from questing fingers.

"There now..."

The chair was close enough to the bed that Judy could sit on it, propping her feet in Nick's lap to bring him off, for she wanted him to cum while he wore her cream, the painting of it marking his muzzle obviously, standing out against his red fur. The fox panted and whimpered, though was completely under her control as she gave him a foot job, folding her feet and toes around his shaft, playing them a little less than delicately across his nuts.

There was no need to be gentle, after all, not with everything he'd done to her...

Judy took every liberty with him, showing him the beauty of foot humiliation, how she could dominate him too, slivers of memory coming to light, though she was not so quick to brush them aside. She had to use them against the fox, pressing the soles of her feet in on either side of his cock, rubbing up and down, mimicking other sexual acts, even if there was something far more intimate in using her feet.

Nick couldn't resist her foot job as she massaged his cock with her toes, pressing the heel of her other foot lightly into his balls, circling it, his cock jetting off spurts of cum as he whimpered and howled. Yet it was at that moment that his active mind returned to him, as he spent his load.

"Unff... Oh..." He moaned. "What... HOPPS!"

"Just as I suspected."

From what had happened to her, she had anticipated that he would come back to consciousness after orgasm, though she could not have been certain. It had been a guess and just as well that she had tied him up. Smirking, she tapped him on the nose.

"This time, the bunny caught the fox. Fitting, hm?"

The hypno collar must have had a fault in it where whenever a mind-controlled individual climaxed, it stopped working, to put it simply. It had only ever been intended to be a party favour and, well, did it really have any need as a kink thing beyond that? While the fox twisted and writhed, the scent of the bunny's orgasm hitting him full force in his face, her cream lingering on his muzzle, Judy sprung up. Her clothes were neatly back in place, her pussy covered, though the outline of her folds was still shown through them, as soaked as they were.

"I'll have this for my agency, thank you!"

She unbuckled the collar with a cheeky wink, the fox cursing and thrashing, rocking the chair back and forth.

"I'm going to get you, Hopps! A dumb bunny isn't going to best a predator, least of all a fox! You were under my feet for so long, getting off on them - do you think you turning the tables on me is going to change that?"

"Oh, you thought I was done with my revenge?" She grinned. "Think again, fox, though I'm starting to think you're less than sly..."

He shrank back, though there was nowhere to go as she approached him, though he didn't expect her to go for his feet. The bunny, however, had something more humiliating still in mind as she set to work tickling him as if it was just another chore in her day, a job to be done, fingers skilfully dancing and brushing all over the soles of his feet.

"Ah, what are you... Ahahahaha - no, stop - ahahahahhahahaHAH!"

The fox couldn't help it as he burst out laughing, twisting, rocking, striving to break free. His feet were too sensitive, her fingers going between the toes too, finding those sensitive little webs between his toes, tiny nuances in the skin that should not have been as ticklish as they were. She pressed his feet together, so that she didn't have to waste time on only one foot over the other, perhaps enjoying his squeals and shrieks, like a trapped prey animal, more than she should have. But who was there to tell her to go easy on him or that she shouldn't have been doing what she was doing?

"Sly fox, dumb fox... You're all the same when you're all tied up!"

Judy mocked him, taking advantage of the moment, her fingers pressing into his heels, though she sought out the spots that he jerked away from, not the ones that would have felt pleasurable, if that was what she was aiming for. The fox heaved and belted out his laughter, guts aching, yet there was no way for him to get out any words, let alone breath into his lungs.

She was relentless, tickling his feet, though foot play was not something that she had honestly considered before the fox had caught her and tied her up down there, even if it was going to be very much on her mind going forward. Nick heaved and gasped, lips moving as if he wanted to beg for mercy, though she grabbed his foot and kept it elevated, even while he was tied to the chair, not allowing him any respite as he howled and threatened to tip the chair over with his rocking.

That was not such a bad thing, at least to Judy as she let the fox crash down, putting his feet in an even better position for her devious fingers to tickle, lavishing attention on the soles, the arches, even the balls of the feet where the pads should have been tougher. They were soft on him, however, his feet large and strong, yet they paled in comparison to hers as she abused him in ticklish glee. He deserved it, especially after the way that he had treated her, but she felt there was no better way to make a predator feel small and helpless after the fresh ideas of feet and tickling had been planted in her brain.

The only thing that stopped Judy from her assault on him was the beeping of her phone, reminding her that, of course, she had a package to drop off. Sighing, the bunny released him, brushing the fur of her ears flat again.

"Time to go fox. Since you spared my life, I'll spare yours. This time."

"Ohhhh," he grunted, still heaving for breath, tears of laughter wet on his cheeks. "Is that what this is all about? Once I get out of this, I'll have no trouble dispatching you, dumb bunny! You should have taken your chance while you had it, 'cause you're not getting a second one!"

She smiled.

"Same to you, fox. Come after me again and I'll crush your lungs."

The bunny scratched his muzzle and Nick jerked back, making a face. Yet there was something twisted between them, something in the sparing or not sparing that lingered, lurking in the shadows. It was not something that would come to light so easily, but would have to, later, be teased forth.

There would be time for that. She was sure of it, for their business there had not yet come to an end.

She propped the chair back upright, taking his chloroform stash from his bag. Her sensitive nose had led her to it, though it was not as if he had concealed it all that well anyway. If she'd had her own, it would have been better concealed, but using his own against him was even better.

"Hey, what are you doing, dumb bunny?"

The fox craned his neck, but the smell of chloroform, so sickly and sweet, clawing at his nostrils, was evident even at a small distance. He grunted, drawing back, shaking his head, but that was not going to be any help at all to him as she smiled, tipping the bottle slowly, depositing a fair amount on a white cloth. The cloth did not look as if it had been used before, as fresh and as clean as anyone could have liked, though it would soon be sullied as it was held over his face and muzzle.

"Don't worry, foxie..." She crooned, though nothing was soothing about her tone. "It's all going to be okay soon."

He had to believe her, or not believe her, for it was going to happen, either way, his breathing coming more and more rapidly. Maybe if he took a big breath, he wouldn't have to breathe it in? Yet the tenderly loving touch of the chloroform cloth folding over his nose and mouth could not be denied as he heaved and grunted, eyes locked onto hers.

"Come on, foxie..." She teased. "You have to breathe in sooner or later."

No. No, he did not. He would hold off. He would, he would, he would.

"Go to sleep, Nick... Forget that a bunny won against you... It'll be easier that way. You'll forget allll about this, at least for a little while."

He held on, yet twisting his head did him no good as she pressed down harder over his muzzle, no escape for him. Eventually, he had to suck in a breath, the sickening sweetness hitting him, rendering him dizzy. Oh, it was too big of a gasp, even as he fought the sleepiness, the feeling of heaviness seeping into his limbs, as if something was weighing him down, his fur all clogged up with water.

"Go to sleep, foxie, it's all okay. Forget this, forget the smart bunny who got one or two or three over on the stupid fox. This is the best place for you now."

He wanted to yawn, his eyelids heavy, so very heavy. His tongue pushed out against the rag, yet even that was a weak attempt at breaking free. Slowly, so very slowly, his limbs would not twitch even more and he could not even try to turn his head back and forth as the scent of it seeped into him, working away at his nervous system.

"Such a stupid fox... You could have won and yet it was me, just a prey bunny. We always were the better ones."

Down and down and down, as if he was spiralling into greyness. The fox slipped unconscious, step by step, eyelids falling closed before his vision could grey out as if he was seeing the room through a fog. He wanted to yawn again, but, still, he fought it, down to the last bitter breath, his breathing slowly becoming deeper and longer, as he lost control over that part of his body too.

His head tipped forward, unconsciousness finally claiming him, the last thought in his mind that of how he was going to get the dumb bunny for what she'd done to him. Judy held the cloth over his face for a few long moments longer, making sure that he was good and out, for she was not one to make mistakes, not like that.

"There you go, foxie, all better now."

Drawing the cloth away, she petted his head. It was strange how soft his fur was, how innocent he looked when asleep, the hint of a snore about his throat and nostrils, how his lips fluttered a little with the thought of it. She checked his pulse, his breathing: all good. Asleep, but good, as she wanted him, the fox letting out a light groan. A little more chloroform would not hurt as she put the rag back over his nose and mouth, though no reaction came from the fox.

Stroking his head, between his ears, Judy smiled faintly.

"I just need to make sure you're good and asleep for a long time, Nick, don't you worry. Our deal is fair, at least for this time."

When she was certain that all was well, she tucked the rag away, leaving the fox tied to the chair and his own devices, leaving the room. Of course, she only wore her uniform too, but, with dawn on the air, she would be just fine to make her way back, if she was sly and kept to the quieter rooftops and paths that no one else would take.

Fortunately for her, his hideout was in the centre of Zootopia: she would have hated it if she had burst out into the frozen chill of the environment that was best suited to Polar bears and seals. Scaling the rooftops of the city, she leapt from one high-rise building to the next, the hypno collar in her paw. Soon, she would have it back with her agency, her stomach full after a quick bite to eat, her agency expecting her shortly.

She took a different route, yet she had not been aware that the chloroform had worn off on the fox she'd left behind. And he knew exactly where she was going.

"What the..."

Judy skidded to a halt on the top of what had to be an office block, her lower jaw dropping, blood roaring in her ears, heart pounding. No, no, it could not be... But it had to be too as the fox stood before her, poised on the opposite side of the rooftop, staring directly at her.

There was a cold steel to his stare that struck a chill into her, even as she braced herself, her legs slightly bent, her right foot further forward than the left. Even unconsciously, her body was ready, sinking into a light fighting stance that would still give her the most impulsion from her strong hind legs and large feet. She did not need to worry about the energy taken to make a leap when she was already strong, her belly full and her body rejuvenated by even that little break.

Maybe the fox had taken a break too. Maybe he had come back stronger. The bunny had a funny feeling twisting in her gut that she was about to find out.

"Fancy seeing you here, dumb bunny."

His lips quirked up on just the one side in his typical sly look, ears slightly pushed back as if he was taking her in, calculating all that the bunny could or would do against him. He had a good sense of her style, by that point, all that she could do, though he thought that there was something more to her. She had, after all, left him there, all tied up, though it hadn't taken him too long to wriggle out of her bonds. Apparently, tying up sly foxes was not one of Judy's strong suits, especially when it came to him turning out a little bag of tricks when she was no longer there to loom over him.

"So, we meet again, Nick Wilde."

Judy frowned, the wind picking at the fluff of her ears, ruffling it down her head. They stood off against one another, neither of them moving. The bunny sighed, though did not slacken off in her stance.

"So, how did you get out of your bonds?"

The fox smirked and tapped the side of his nose, though his head did not move one centimetre.

"Wouldn't you like to know, dumb bunny... That's a trade secret. And I don't trade with foot loving sluts, hm?"

Judy blushed. To bring that up right then of all times... The fox really was a sly character. Though would she have expected anything more or less for one such as him?

"No, no, no... I couldn't tell you about that." He went on, spreading his paws apart as if for emphasis, though he would have been strutting back and forth as he gestured if the fox had not been so keen to keep a close eye on Judy. "It's a trade secret, as I said, and a fox like me doesn't get to be a con artist without learning how to get out of a tight spot...so to speak."

Of course, Nick wasn't going to admit how he'd gotten out of the ropes, for that was actually far less exciting. He'd managed to rock the chair out into the hallway and to where he'd left his communicator, getting Finnick, a wily little fennec fox with a snarl behind the smile that was never there, on the line to come and rescue him. The truth hadn't come out, to be fair, though telling Finnick that he'd gotten "scammed by a date" had seemed to appease him. Finnick didn't know that he was a spy for his organisation, of course, and he had no inclination at all to wrap up Finnick in that sort of trouble either. Better for him to stick to low-level crime where he couldn't get himself into any real trouble.

"Now, Hopps..."

The fox took a deep breath, the sky graced with the light of dawn behind him, though it was still dim, no one high enough up there at such an hour to catch sight of them. It was time, or maybe it had always been time, the fox posing with his chest thrust out, though the skimpy outfit still drew attention to the slight bulge at his crotch. At such a time, his shaft was soft, though Judy remembered clearly just how his length had felt under her feet as her eyes, very briefly, grazed it. Maybe there was a part of her that was curious about a predator there too, but that was not the time for such thoughts.

"Dumb bunny... It's time for you to meet your doom. I said I wasn't going to let you get away a second time and I hold true to that. It is time...for our fight to the death."

She rolled her eyes.

"Trust a fox to be dramatic. We both know who's going to win here anyway, or did you forget already who bested the wee sly old fox, hm?"

Nick rolled his eyes.

"Sure thing, Hopps, you keep telling yourself that. As I was saying, I will reconsider fighting you to the death, very genially, if you hand over the hypno collar."

Judy snorted.

"Eat my tail, vulpine. You should walk away right now and let it be. The prey have been taken advantage of by predators since we evolved to higher beings, thinking beings. They've always thought they could crush us, force us into lower-paying jobs, even eat us without caring about the consequences, mock us, humiliate us, scare us into compliance... And for what? For a random predator to get what they want when we could simply be treated with dignity?"

"Oh, you think prey have it rough? Well, predators were never given any respect or dignity from prey - they probably even made this collar with us in mind! Haven't you thought of that?" He shot back, teeth gnashing, fury flaring up in his eyes. "Treated like monsters... There have been more murders of predators than prey - and no one investigates it! They blame the predators, say prey were acting in self-defence - what about all of those times? Of course not!"

"And predators kill prey for their own amusement too!" Judy said, stomping a foot. "We don't do that! And, yes, I say it was self-defence!"

The fox drew himself up tall, losing himself ever so slightly in the flaring of such passions, the very reasons that he had joined his organisation in the first place.

"Prey are guilty of that too, Hopps, and you should know. There are sickos in prey too and it's just society to ignore that, to say that predators are the only ones to blame. We've always been easy targets and it's time to not let that be anymore!"

They wouldn't give in, the two of them going at it head-on, words their weapons of choice as they were flung into the open space between them. Yet there could be no resolution there to satisfy both, as they both believed, passionately and whole-heartedly, that they were right above all else. They had both lived extremely different lives and could not be blamed for that, simply standing up for what they believed to be right with full justification in their minds.

"I believe we're at an impasse," Judy said at last, taking a breath. "What now, fox?"

"Well, are you going to just pull a fast one and get underhand again, putting that collar on my neck without even bothering to put up an honourable fight?"

She grinned.

"Oooh, someone's salty! I'll remind you that you put that collar on me first, Nick. Fair's fair there."

Nick scowled.

"Yeah, prey never found predators trustworthy, hey. Especially foxes. Especially foxes and bunnies. Guess that means that rabbits are just dumb but cute cowards, no more than that. You're nothing special, Hopps."

"Think again."

She took the hypno collar out of her small bag, which was fastened to a belt at her hip, tossing both far to the side, out of range of either of them without a big move on either of their parts.

"If you want the hypno collar," she said slowly and deliberately. "Take it. Take it and quash this whole dang fight like the untrustworthy fox you are. Or get it after our fight, if you really think you can slip by me. But I assure you that that most certainly will not happen."

Nick shook his head.

"Hopps, I hate to say it, but you really are a stupid bunny. Throwing that away like that - just where is that getting you?"

But the bunny had made her decision, despite the position it had put her in. She had never liked the collar and the control it offered, not when it should have been a creature's body that determined the outcome, not dirty tricks. Though, to be fair to herself, she had only used the collar to get payback on Nick. That he had bested her in the original pursuit of the collar was something that she quietly let slip by her attention.

"Think what you like, fool. Are you ready to fight to the death?"

She raised an eyebrow, sinking back into a true fighting pose, the leg pushed back behind her angled while her front foot faced forward, ready and waiting. With her glutes tensed, her whole body was a coiled spring, waiting on action, though her mind was quiet, her ears still. She hadn't made it so far to slip up at the last hurdle and she was there to show the fox that there was nothing he could do that a bunny could not. Even better than him, she had nothing to prove and everything to simply show.

The fox blinked, though did the best job he could of hiding the shock from his face. A bunny full of surprises...but a dumb bunny all the same. He'd won once and there was no reason to suspect that he could not do the same, right there and then.

"As you wish, dumb bunny... But this isn't going to end well for you."

He smirked, as sly and as canny as ever, his ears twitching, catching the smallest of sounds as her feet shifted on the rooftop. His tail stuck out behind him, rigid for balance, the straightness of it aggressive, even if that was an expression that predators more than prey would understand. He growled, showing the faintest flicker of white teeth, gleaming with saliva. To Judy's credit, she didn't flinch.

"To the death then, bunny..."

Facing off on the rooftop, the fox and the bunny had a score to settle.

But who would rise above the other as the victor?