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"The two of you will be my personal bitches," purred that insidious voice, straight into the unguarded ear of Bastet, strapped into her chair, nude and shivering. "I'll make sure your every action is of my bidding. You'll learn to worship me and my body more zealously than any of your sisters. Judy will be right alongside you, competing against you for my affection, although by the looks of it..." Her paw came down in front of Bastet's trunk and dipped into her cunt. "I believe you've already won~"

And that was the end of Bastet the Empress. She was broken at last, no longer the mighty ruler of a thousand worlds, but the mindless slave of a far superior feline. Her jaw went slack. Her shivering stopped. "Yes, master. I will serve you however you require of me." Her eyes, once a ferocious yellow and red, faded into yellow entirely. At their centers were spinning black swirls, same as what was projected onto the white screen in front of her.

Pamela cackled. She removed her paw from her newest slave's loins and licked at her moist fingers. "Mmmmm, that's a good girl. You may rise, now." Pamela snapped her fingers. The red glowing chains binding Bastet to her chair dissipated. The feline goddess stood up. The swirls in her eyes were gone, but there was no more life behind them. Pamela pointed to the floor. "On your back. Face the ceiling." Bastet obeyed immediately. Pamela took her jacket, shirt, and bra off. Her pants and boots were next, leaving the esteemed police chief totally nude. She strutted up to the goddess and stood with her feet astride Bastet's head. She looked down and was greeted by an empty stare going right up her crotch. Pamela smirked down at her. "Like the view?"

"Yes, master." muttered the goddess.

"Good, now here's a better look." Pamela squatted down on her, hovering her pussy just an inch above Bastet's face. Hot, femine air breathed against Bastet's mouth. Her view of her master was nothing but a towering torso, bushy pubes, two small breasts, and a very arrogant smile clouded by shadow. "Do it. Lick my pussy until I cum." Just like that, Bastet's tongue flicked from her mouth and twiddled Pamela's clit. A sudden jerk ripped through her, accompanied by a gasp. "Oh~! Yes, that's it... That's my sweet girl. Go crazy. Show your new goddess some love. Ohh..." Bastet did, flicking, jabbing, and twirling her tongue around the hot folds of pink currently dripping above her mouth. She lifted her head to press her snout into her cunt, suckling and slurping at Pamela's precious pearl. Her master gasped and sighed. Her muscular thighs vibrated and flexed. Her head swooned about, bearing a very happy look on her face. Then she remembered the rest of her flock. She opened her eyes and saw the two nearest. She waved them over. "Judy, Jenny, come here and make love to master's tits."

Waiting nearby were Officer Judy Hopps and Jenny, the pink haired hypnotist. They were both nude, awaiting their master's next order. They marched forward, squatted until their faces were in line with her breasts, then promptly opened their mouths and latched them onto her nipples. "Ohhh! Yes~ Those are my sweet girls. Mmmmmm..." She rubbed the back of their heads, holding them to her bosom. She sifted her fingers through Jenny's fantastic pink hair and played with Judy's tall bunny ears. "Mmmm, this is more like it. This is all I ever could've hoped for. Ohh... Uhhh! Yes~" The room filled with Pamela's wails of delight, escalating along with her pleasure, until finally it boiled over into a flesh-shattering orgasm. Water ripped from her cunt and blasted Bastet's face. She remained blank like a mannequin, still flicking her tongue like there wasn't a geyser of her master's juices spewing right off of it.

Pamela's voice apexed into a scream, then fell down into silence. Her powerful thighs jittered and shook. She had to hold on to the girls suckling her breasts in order not to topple over. Once the deluge was over, she dismissed the two girls at her bosom and stood up. She looked down at Bastet and saw nothing but a disgrace. Her fur was flattened back onto her skin by the soak of Pamela's cunny waters, showing the outline of her skull like a cat out of a bath. Her tongue remained blepped out of her lips, still ready to please her master further. She still didn't blink, remaining unfazed like she would forever be. Pamela cackled, more than satisfied. "Ah, well done, slave. I hope you enjoyed that. There'll be plenty more to come~"

Suddenly, the Pamela's name was called out. Ms. Fortune, Pamela's cohort, called her over to the security screens. Nick Wilde was approaching the warehouse. He was alone. Ms. Fortune asked what they should do. Pamela didn't panic. She thought of what to do, then noticed Judy standing exactly where she had left her. The young rabbit had no reaction to the mention of Nick's name. Pamela smiled. She knew exactly what they were going to do.

Nick entered the warehouse and sprinted for the screen room. He burst through the doors. "Judy!" he screamed. There she was, right in front of him, at the room's center. She was naked, staring straight at him, a curious little smile on her face. She was holding a gun in her paws, aiming at Nick, holding the sights on his head. Nick threw his paws up and screamed, but it was too late. Judy pulled the trigger, there was a deafening BANG, a flash of light, a rude shove against her wrists...

And then she would wake up.

That was the nightmare Judy experienced almost every night, a whole month removed from their experience with Pamela in the warehouse. There were tiny deviations with each iteration, but the ending was always the same: They had lost, Pamela had won, and the price was Judy shooting her beloved boyfriend in the head. She would jerk within the covers of the bed, screaming and flailing her limbs. She would spring upright, holding her paws in front of her wailing face as if to guard her from the horrors of her actions. Nick was always by her side to comfort her, but it wasn't much easier for him. He would be torn from his sleep by her terror, alarmed and confused before he gathered what was going on. He would pull her into a tight embrace and whisper in her ear that it was OK, he was alive, it was all over, they had won.

She would calm down, but sleep afterwards was difficult, and the nightmare would surely return the next night. Judy started hitting the bottle, if only before bed so that the nightmare would stay away. Nick frequently asked her if she wanted him to have one of his girls hypnotize her into making it go away. With his newly granted powers from saving Bastet, there wasn't anything he couldn't do for her. Judy adamantly refused. "I've been hypnotized enough," she insisted strongly. Nick didn't blame her. He stayed true to his word and didn't hypnotize her.

But now her nightmares were escalating, and the drinking wasn't helping. Nick had used his powers to rid Zootopia of all crime, making Judy's job as a detective redundant. She had nothing to do but drink the bad memories away, hoping that the evil Pamela or Bastet would not return and hypnotize her again. Pamela was imprisoned and Bastet was banished back to her own universe, but that didn't mean Judy felt safe. She had learned that the multiverse was full of dangerous people, any of them able to come grab her at any moment.

Nick hatched an idea to alleviate her suffering. Famous pop star and concubine of Nick's owned one of the most luxurious hotels outside of Zootopia. It was called The Ritz, and it had every luxury, old and modern, available for their guests' pleasure. Nick "purchased" the penthouse for an entire week, just the two of them, all alone. Nick's very personal connection with Gazelle meant that the entire place would be vacant for them, occupied only by Nick's acquired harem girls to work as the staff. They took a train, also booked only by them, to the hotel and settled down in the penthouse. Nick spent the entire afternoon swaddling Judy in comfort and treats. They spent time at the spa, they went swimming, they ate at the buffet, they watched a movie. It was all nice and good for Judy, but it was impossible to ignore how empty the place was. Yes, she enjoyed spending time with Nick, but it all felt so forced, so artificial.

She kept quiet through the day, laughing and smiling on occasion, only to retreat back into cold silence. Nick noticed, and as they lay cuddled together on the hotel bed, under the covers and in the nude, he waited for her to say something. She stayed mute, resting her head in the fluff of his chest while she watched TV. Her eyes were half-closed, distant, barely focused on the flickering screen. Nick looked down at her solemnly. The scleras of his eyes were amber yellow and his irises were blood red, a side effect of his powers. He petted the side of her head, from the base of her ear to her jaw. Her violet eyes peered up at him, radiant and large, but laden with trauma. "You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said flatly.

"You're awfully quiet."

"I know. I'm just tired."

"Yeah, me too. What do you want to do tomorrow?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. We kinda did everything today. What else is there to do?"

"There's a nice trail outside. We can go hiking."

"Yeah, sure. Let's do that."

Nick sighed. "Come on, Judy. I'm really trying."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I got us this whoooooooooole place," he said waving his arm out at the immensity of their room. "And everything for us to do. I'm just trying to make you happy."

"You are making me happy." She clung at his orange chest floof. "I'm sorry if it doesn't look like I'm not. I am, I'm just..." She trailed off. "I feel like no matter how much fun I have, the nightmares won't go away. I guess I'm just bracing for it all the time, like trying not to get my hopes up for anything good."

He nodded sadly. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."

She nuzzled his pecs. "It's not your fault."

"I know it isn't, but I still wanna fix it."

She pulled her face up to his and smooched his lips. "And you are fixing it by being here. That's all you gotta do, OK? I love you."

He smiled and kissed her back. "I love you too."

"Mmmmm..." She rubbed her little bunny paw around his chest. "Hey, now that I think about it, there is something you can do."

"Oh? What is it?"

She beamed up at him. "Didn't you say this place had a costume closet?"

Nick's smile disappeared. His ears drooped. "Yes... I did."

She smiled goofily and poked the tip of her tongue out. "You wanna try some things on for me?"

Nick sighed and forced a smile. "Yeaaaah... Sure, why not..."

A squeal zoomed through her teeth. "Nnnnnnnn! Call your girls and bring them up!"

Nick reluctantly called some of his girls via telepathy, telling them to bring the costume rack up to their room for them to play with. A few minutes later their door opened, and what came through it was an entire procession of clothing racks, all hung with some of the most gaudy looking outfits Nick ever did see. There were astronaut outfits, disco outfits, karate uniforms, police uniforms, doctor jackets, monster masks, and everything in between. Nick, standing next to the bed in a robe, watched it all roll in with some level of dread. Judy, still naked on the bed, bounced and shook with stupid glee. A partition was thrown up for Nick to change behind. He thanked the ladies who brought them everything, although his gratitude was feigned. This was gonna suck, but at least it would make Judy happy.

He clapped his paws together. "OK. What should I put on first?" He braced for her answer.

She sat at the end of the bed, tapping her fingers on her chin, perusing the vast menu of costumes for him to try. A smile lit up her face and she pointed at one. She told him to put it on. "You'll look so cute!"

Nick's stomach plummeted. "Really? That one?"

"Come oooooooooooon." She clasped her fingers in front of her mouth and batted her lashes. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

Nick sighed. "Alright, alright." He trudged his way up to the rack and pulled it off. It looked even goofier up close. Wearing it was only gonna make things worse. He walked behind the partition and got dressed. Judy had her paws together in front of her face, as if in prayer. A giddy grin sat on her lips, eager to see what Nick would look like. It didn't take him long to get dressed, but gathering the courage to go out and show it to her took a while. Finally Judy heard the clink-clink sound of him stepping out from around the partition. He came out in all of his glory, bowed at the legs awkwardly, back stiff, a very unamused look on his face.

He was dressed like a cowboy, wearing a fake pair of leather chaps, a jean jacket, a red bandana, boots with spurs, and of course, a towering ten-gallon hat. A holster clung to his hip, complete with a plastic revolver. He didn't have any pants, completely exposing his crotch and dangling penis. He had no shirt under the jacket, showing off his studded trunk. He managed to smile. "Howdy," he muttered.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!" squealed Judy from behind her paws. She broke down laughing, keeling over to the side and plopping into the mattress. Her shoulders jerked with each chuckle. She spent several seconds like that, unable to control her laughter, before she sat back up and peeled her paws from her mouth. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. "Oh my God! You're precious!"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yak it up."

She waved him over. "Come here. Let me get a good look at you." He walked over to her, unable to get a good stride in due to how stiff the chaps were around his legs. The spurs on his boots clinged with each step. He stood in front of her, putting on his best smile for her. She bit her tongue, trying not to burst into more laughter. "Oooooooh, Mr. Sheriff. Aren't you sexy?" She grabbed his jean jacket and admired his bare chest and abs. She ogled his penis, noting how the presence of his chaps drew her attention to it even more than regular. "Turn around. Let me see your butt."

"Ah geez." He did as he was told, showing her his bubbly orange glutes sitting snugly above the sleeve of his chaps.

"Mmmmmmm, Mr. Sheriff." She pinched his butt. "I like what I see."

He jolted her touch, then relaxed. He had to fight a smile, a sign that he might've been enjoying this. "Glad to hear that, deputy."

She murred and gave his butt a friendly spank. "Go over there. Let me see how fast you can pull that pistol." He marched to the center of the room and turned to face her. She narrated for him. "OK. It's high noon. The big bad bandit leader challenged you to a duel. He's the meanest, fastest, itchiest gun slinger in the whole wild west, and now you gotta pull on him." Nick got into position, hovering his paw over his toy gun. Judy flashed back to the moment he had burst into the screen room at the warehouse to save her, wearing those aviators. "Aaaaaaaaaaand draw!" Nick flicked his paw onto the grip of the gun and pulled it free of the holster. In one fluid movement he pointed it up at Judy, pulled the hammer, then squeezed the trigger. Clack went the gun. Apparently, it wasn't fast enough. "Bang! Sorry cowboy. You were too slow."

"Oh, well damn." Nick put his gun back into the holster.

"Nuh-uh, Sheriff," she tutted with a shake of the head. "You got shot. Cowboys don't get to put their pistols away after they get shot.

"What? Then what do they do?"

"Come on, sheriff." She gave him a cheeky smile. "You know what they do."

It took him a few seconds, then he realized what she meant. Suddenly his paw clapped to his chest like he was suffering a heart attack. "Ugggghhhhhh!" His shoulder whipped back. His knees bent and then crumpled out from beneath him. He hit his knees, stayed upright for just a moment, then slumped forward to the floor, dead as a doornail.

Judy clapped. "Bravo! Bravo! And the Oscar goes to..!"

Nick got up, smiling from ear to ear. He tipped his hat. "Thank you, thank you."

"Ooh, ooh," hooted Judy. "Next costume, next costume." She pointed at the rack and told him which one to get. He got it and disappeared behind the curtain. He came back out, no longer resembling himself besides his fox tail which came out from behind his space suit. A giant bubble helmet was around his head, tinted so that Judy could only barely see the silhouette of his snout. He wore a sparkly EVA suit with an American flag patch on the sleeve. He walked out with a big, cumbersome gait, one leg going over the other like a man balancing on the moon.

"Khhhht, Houston. Come in Houston. Khhhht" said a muffled voice from inside the helmet.

Judy giggled, then spoke into her paw. "Khhhht, Major Wilde, this is Houston, we read you. Khhhht."

"Khhhht, Houston, the eagle has landed. I repeat, the eagle has landed. Khhhht." Judy just sat and watched, giggling her little head off as the man she loved waddled over to her like an infant learning to walk. He started leaping forward from foot to foot, replicating Armstrong's walk on the moon. He almost tripped, breaking character with an abrupt "Oh shit!"

Judy reached her arms out as if to catch him. "Careful, Major! Don't hurt yourself!"

"Khhhht, sorry, what was that Houston? I didn't read you. Khhhht."

"I mean... Khhhht, Careful Major, you've got a family waiting for you here on Earth. Khhhht."

Nick laughed. "Khhhht, tell 'em I'll be home by dinner. Khhhht."

Judy had him try an officer outfit on. He strutted up to her, boots clopping, thumbs in his belt, aviators shining, fake pornstache wiggling. "Yeah, we've got a noise complaint, ma'am. I'm gonna need some I.D." Next was a doctor, then a fireman, then a soldier. They roleplayed to their hearts' content, laughing along and teasing. Just about all of Nick's embarrassment had been shattered. He was having too much fun, and judging by her persistent smile and giggling, so was Judy. They ended with a caveman outfit. Nick, wearing a leopard skin toga and fake unibrow, noticed that he was sweating buckets. "Whew, I'm startin' to stink. I think I need a shower."

"Nick stink, but Nick no need bath. Nick big and strong." Judy said, chest puffed out, employing her best caveman voice.

Nick laughed. "No, I'm serious. Can we take a break? These outfits are hot as hell."

Judy smiled. "Of course. If you're sweaty, why don't we go and relax in the jacuzzi."

"Yeah, that sounds great."

They walked to the balcony where the hot tub awaited them. The walk was short, yet they both held paws along the way, chatting about how much fun they had just had. Holding paws wasn't something they had done since very early in their relationship. Doing it now, no matter how briefly, was incredibly refreshing. They made it to the balcony which overlooked the plateau the hotel was on. It was night time. The landscape around them was shrouded in a deep black from the limits of the hotel and out to where more mountains rose, outlined by the presence of a great many stars. Nick started the hot tub. It roared to life and jettisoned several streams of hot bubbles. He watched Judy step up and into the tub. She had already been nude for some time, but seeing her sleek bunny body dip itself into the frothing salt water made him appreciate it more keenly. She settled down inside, sinking up to her collar. She closed her eyes and murred. She opened them and saw him. "Won't you join me, Mr. Wilde?"

"Yeah, I think I will." He stepped in after her, lowering his chin to the water and floating his head over to her like the fin of a shark. He reached out to her from inside the water and laid his paws on her midriff. The millions of bubbles tickled and sloshed around their furs, evaporating the great stresses that had plagued them those past few months. He lifted his face to hers, and they kissed. With their lips locked, he spun around and sat on the underwater bench in the tub. Judy cuddled up to him and scratched at his chest. They smacked lips, feeling the softness of their mouths and the burning thrum of the bubbles. Nick's paws traveled her body, gently squeezing and groping wherever he could touch her. He swam his paws around her buttocks, down to her thighs, up her ribs, and across her back, letting no part of her go untouched.

They parted lips. Judy opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Thank you for doing all this."

"No problem. Thanks for coming."

"Sorry I've been so grouchy."

"Hey, don't worry about it. It took us some time to have some fun. That's why I brought you out here." He thumbed at her jaw. "I'm just glad you were able to enjoy that, even if it meant making me look like a doofus."

She smiled. "You did look pretty stupid, and sexy~"

"Oh really? Tell me, how did my ass look in those chaps?"

"Mmmmmm, perfect~ I could just eat it up."

"Heh, I bet you could. Careful, or I'll make you wear some of those kooky outfits."

"Oh, I totally would."

"Really?"

"Yeah! No doubt. Wouldn't be fair if I wouldn't after you did, my big handsome cowboy~" She pecked his lips.

He smiled. "Is there something you'd like to try on? There are still plenty of suits we can wear. We can still try some on. Did you see any you liked?"

She thought for a second. "Yeah, I did."

* * *

The mighty Nickwing had been captured, tied up in a chair with a gag stuck between his teeth. He was in his black superhero costume with his blue bird insignia emblazoned across his chest. A black eye mask was stuck to his nose. His wrists were tied together behind the backrest of the chair. His ankles were tied to the chair's legs. His orange fur stood out in great contrast to his black outfit, a possible reason he had been so easily kidnapped.

Standing in front of him was the evil Hoppy Quin, one of his arch nemeses. She smiled boastfully, wearing her playing card-themed makeup and tight white bodysuit. She held a wooden mallet across her shoulders. Her fist was on her hip and her chest was out proudly. "So, it looks like the great Nickwing fell for my latest trap. Ha! How pathetic." She waltzed up to him and tickled his chin with her finger. "I've got you right where I want you, my little fox. Now you're gonna tell me where Batman is." She reached behind his head and untied the gag.

"Bleh! I ain't tellin' you a thing, Hoppy. There's nothing you can do to make me talk!" he spat.

"Oh? There isn't? I beg to differ." She hoisted the mallet off of her shoulder and let it clatter to the floor. She knelt in front of the chair and slid her paws up his thighs, whispering her paw pads against the tight nylon fabric. "I've got just the right thing for you, buddy. Just you wait." Her fingers crept into his waistband and pulled them down his legs. It revealed his penis, currently halfway out of its sheath. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it tenderly. Her other paw cupped his balls and rolled them around her pads. "You'll be squealin' in no time~"

Nickwing grimaced and hissed. He looked away from her, teeth snarling. "Ah... Do your worst, Hoppy. You won't break me."

"We'll see~" She rubbed his red pole until it reached its zenith out of its fuzzy coffin. Tall and proud, its moist skin glistened in Hoppy's fingers. "Here we go. Here's your weak spot." She leaned in over the seat and planted a kiss on the underside of his tip. Nickwing hissed sharply and gritted his teeth. "Mmmm, does that hurt?"

"Nnnnnnnnn... Not at all..."

"No? Let's see about this, then~" She kissed him one, twice, then poked her tongue out to wriggle the tip against the underside of his glans. Glassy precum drooled from his slit, bleeding down his shaft and absorbing into her tongue. The fox whimpered and squirmed, feeling the brunt of her torture. "Mmmmm, that's working, isn't it? Tell me where Batman is and I'll stop."

"Ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh... Never!"

"Suit yourself." Her mouth came open. She devoured his cock, vanishing it down to the hilt. She closed her eyes and suckled him hard, dancing and helixing her tongue around his pole with exotic flexibility. Murrs of delight hummed through her nose. She pulled her head back and began bobbing it down his entire length. Nickwing groaned and clenched his paws. His head leaned back against the backrest, aiming his open maw at the ceiling.

"Ahhhhhhh... God dammit... I'll never talk."

She opened her eyes and peered up at him. Her mouth came off of his penis with a wet mwah. Strings of saliva bridged her lips and his cock.. She stroked him. "Not working, eh? Looks like we'll need drastic measures." She stood up and wiggled out of her tight leggings. She climbed the chair and straddled his lap. Her wet bunny cunny pressed itself against his shaft. "Last chance. Tell me or else you'll suffer."

He brought his head down and shot her the meanest scowl he could offer. "Fuck you."

"That's the plan." She pulled herself up, grabbed his cock, then aimed it at her pussy and sat down on it. She slid down his length slowly, coming down to the balls. "Mmmmmm, how's that Nickwing? Think you'll-? Oh.... Think you'll talk? Mmm..."

"Ah... No... I'm not... Ah... Sayin' anything."

"Mmm, good. Now I get to... Ohh... Oh God..." She was riding him already, sloshing her cunt on his rod at a steady rhythm. She forgot what she was saying. "Yes... Mmm... Huhhh! Uhhh..."

While she pleasured herself on his shaft he was wriggling his paws out of his restraints. One arm came free, and quickly released the other one. Just a few more kicks and his legs were free too. He flung his arms around and grabbed her biceps. "Ahah! You're mine now!"

She didn't resist. Her head swooned. "Uhhhhh God! Nick!"

"That's Nickwing to you, Judy! I mean, Hoppy. Huhhh... Ah fuck it..." He grabbed her upper back and pulled her close. He stood up from the chair, lifting her into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She belted moans past his ear, growing louder once he started fucking her. He pounded her ass on his crotch with sharp tugs, syncing it with the rapid thrust of his hips. His chin rested on her shoulder, scrunched by the immense pleasure granted him by the ardent grip of his captor's feminism. "Haaahhhhh fuck... Judy... Hnnnnnn..."

"Huhhhhh! Nick! Oh fuck! Huhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Fuck me! Huhhhhhhhh!!!"

And he did, slamming into her with a greater passion than either of them had expected or hoped for. The impact of his balls on her clit rang through the room, audible just beneath Judy's deafening wails. It didn't last long, not for either of them. Nick's last few thrusts came staggered and stiff before they were halted by the arrival of his orgasm. "Hhhhhnnnnyyuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!" His jaw fell open and his face twisted. His legs shook and bounced, threatening to collapse beneath them. Cum rocketed out from him, flooding her womb with potent fox seed.

Judy's voice joined his, far louder and more shrill. Her body shook too, making her thick leg muscles jitter on him like an earthquake. Her waters drizzled down his cock and splattered on the floor in front of his toes. The sudden collision of their ecstasies only prolonged their climaxes, leaving them both spent by the time it was over.

Nick recovered and then carried her to the bed while she whimpered and murred on his shoulder. He laid her down and carefully pulled out from her, letting a thickish slug of ivory drool out from her cunt. He got undressed, helped her out of the rest of her costume, and cuddled with her under the covers. She nuzzled into his chest, wearing the tiniest little smile. "Thank you," she muttered.

He kissed her forehead. "You're welcome. I love you."

But she didn't respond. She was already off to sleep, free from any nightmares.

THE END