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Norman Skulk, biological father of Nick Wilde was good to his word. The self-made millionaire made every effort to spend time with his oldest kit, who was feeling closer and closer to his father every time they were in each others company. As days turned into weeks, Nick felt the repressed pain of his childhood lessen. For far too long he had tried to hide from the torment of growing up in poverty, only to find it come out in destructive ways, such as his drinking, which, thankfully he had stopped completely.

Not only was Nick on good terms with his father, he absolutely loved spending time with his new found half brother and sister, Anthony and Amanda. Nick had always wanted younger siblings to play with when he was younger, but his mother never had anymore kits and he was forced to spend much of his free time entertaining himself since his mother worked so much of the time. It was a lonely, dreary and miserable existence, having free time with very few toys to play with.

With the weekend now here, Nick anxiously awaited the arrival of his two siblings. Norman would be bringing them over before going to a business meeting down town. It might have been the weekend, but tor one of the richest animals in Zootopia, business never seemed to stop.

"Nick,' said Judy as she look behind, seeing Nick standing at the door with his eye through the peephole. "You're certainly excited about seeing Mandy and Anthony again, aren't you?"

"You bet," said the fox as he squinted his eye for a better look.

"We should have switched places growing up. All I ever wanted around the house was some privacy," said Judy.

"I don't know about having two-hundred and seventy five siblings, but trust me, growing up without any playmates is not something I'd wish on anyone," said Nick. Three distorted shapes walked up to the door, making Nick wag his tail.

"They're here!" exclaimed the fox who flung the door open. "Dad, Mandy, Anthony!"

Judy got up and went to the doorway to greet Nick's family, only to see her future husband putting his arm around Anthony's neck as he gave him a noogie.

"Heheehe," laughed the young fox. "Nick, stop!"

Respecting his brother's wishes, Nick stopped, but gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. "Hey, I'm your big brother. I'm suppose to pick on you."

He went over and hugged his sister then gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Ah, there's the most beautiful vixen in the world!"

Amanda returned the hug and kiss Nick had offered her. Norman simply smiled as he watched his younger kits playing with his older kit.

"They couldn't wait to get over here and see their big brother," said Norman.

"Is that so?" said Nick. "You'd think that they'd be happier spending time in that gigantic house of yours."

"We wanna be with you," said Anthony.

"Yeah, and Judy, too!" added Amanda as she went over and hugged her future sister-in-law. Judy for her part loved being around Nick's siblings almost as much as he did.

"So," said Nick, putting his arms around the twins. "You guys ready for a sleepover tonight?"

"Yeah!" said Amanda and Anthony together.

Nick looked over at his father. "So, Dad, do you want me to bring them home tomorrow at a specific time?"

"Just when you get sick of them, which shouldn't be too long from now," said Norman, gaining him glares of mock indignation from his kits.

"What are you talking about, Dad? If I'm suppose to bring them back when I'm sick of them, they might as well move in with Judy and I!"

Norman laughed, patting his older boy on the shoulder. "Take care of your brother and sister for me, son."

"Can do," said Nick before giving his father a hug. This was followed by the twins giving Norman a hug. He said good-bye to his kids, but motioned Nick to come out to the hall. Wondering what the matter was, Nick followed, closing the door behind him.

"What's up?" asked Nick.

"Your mother tells me you two are doing great with your recovery," said Norman. "I'm proud of you two. I really am."

"Thanks," said Nick. "I can understand why you didn't want to talk about this in front of Anthony and Amanda."

Norman looked around as he scratched the back of his head. "It's not that, son . . . it's . . ."

"What?" asked Nick.

"The reason I knew about all this is . . . well, Nick . . . you're mother and I have been seeing each other . . . romantically."

The fur on the back of Nick's neck stood up. Clearly he had not been expecting this. "Seeing each other? You're . . . you're serious?"

"Yes," said Norman. "She's spent time with Anthony and Amanda, but I didn't want them to tell you about it until I gave them the okay."

"I . . . I don't know what to say, Dad, except I hope you don't make the same mistake you did last time."

Norman put his paw on his son's shoulder. "I made a terrible, awful mistake before, and I'm not going to make it again. I promise you that."

"Okay," said Nick, still trying to soak it all in. "I'm trusting you, Dad."

"Thank you," said Norman. The two hugged before Norman walked off down the hall and onto the elevator. Nick went back inside where Judy and the kits were waiting.

"Well, well, well," said Nick, turning his attention to his siblings. "What do you two want to do today?"

Anthony and Amanda looked at each other before giving their older brother an indecisive shrug. Nick shook his head, smirking as he rustled their ears; a move that never failed to make them smile, though the sly grin of their older brother didn't elude their notice.

"Whatcha thinkin', Nick?" asked a curious Anthony.

"I'm thinking I need to text your Dad to see if it's okay with him for us to do what I have in mind," said Nick. "Give me a sec, will ya?"

Nick, ever the quick texter, moved his paw pads at lightening speed as he texted their Dad. He stood calm, awaiting an answer. His phoned emitted a high pitch ding, indicating that he had received a text back and Nick's face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Dad said yes, providing I think you're mature enough," said Nick.

"What?" asked Amanda.

"Yeah, don't keep us in suspense," said Anthony.

"I'd like to take you to the gun range today, but I need your reassurance that you're both responsible enough to handle a firearm, okay?"

Nick could tell both his siblings were clearly keen on the idea, but restrained the jubilation, fearing this would be a sign to their older brother that they lacked the emotional and mental fortitude to handle a deadly weapon.

"We promise we're responsible, Nick," said Anthony, his voice calm and even.

"Alright, but first we need to go over some firearms safety before we even head out. Oh yeah, honey bunny, do you want to come?"

"Of course I do," said Judy, grinning. "I want to show these kits whose the better shot," she said, her voice saturated with smug confidence.

"Whatever," said Nick, shaking his head. "Anyway, these are some things we need to talk about."

Nick went on at length to explain to the kits that they needed to treat every firearm as if it was loaded, even if they knew it wasn't. Secondly, they should never point the muzzle at anything they don't intend to shoot. After that, they should keep their paws on the trigger guard until they were ready to fire. Lastly, they needed to be aware of what was beyond their target, not just the target itself, and always stand behind the line of fire. Nick repeated the basic gun safety rules until he was confident that Anthony and Amanda knew by heart; even going so far as to have each one of them repeat the rules aloud.

"Very good," said Nick to his siblings. "You ready to head out, honey bunny?"

'Yes," said Judy. "I'm also ready to kick your butt on the range as well."

""Keep talking, carrot breath," said Nick condescendingly. Anthony and Amanda covered their mouths, trying not to show their amusement.

Nick picked up a large, olive green ammo box and Judy took hold of an aluminum briefcase as Anthony opened the door for them. Nick and Judy continued taunting each other all the way down the elevator, out of the building as well as the entirety of the car ride to the gun range. It was on!

Zootopia City Gun Club, a single story rectangular building was alive with activity inside. Even before Nick, Judy or the twins set foot inside, they could hear the muffled sound of gunshots. Nick watched the reaction of his siblings, making sure they were neither showing signs of fear nor signs of being too ambitious. There was still much for them to learn.

Indoors, there was a large sitting area, filled with chairs, tables coffee and donuts for those waiting for shooting lanes to open up. Nick and Judy went to small enclosed area with a window and counter, much like a box office at a theater, and signed in front of one of the range's employees. Because Nick and Judy were police officers, they were given a special discount on fees, but were also required to sign an affidavit stating they took full responsibility for the safety and supervision of Anthony and Amanda, who were thirteen and therefore minors.

Busy though the range was, many animals tended not to spend hours and hours at the range, being that ammunition was not cheap to purchase. After thirty minutes or so of waiting, two lanes opened up for the group to use. Being first timers, Nick took Anthony with him while Judy took charge of teaching Amanda. Before entering the actual range, everyone put earplugs in as well as ear muffs. This was in addition to safety glasses that all shooters were required to wear while on deck.

Though wearing double protection, Anthony and Amanda, not use to such loud, explosive noises, had to acclimate themselves to the environment. The smell of cordite was thick in the air. The young foxes walked behind the many animals who were already firing their weapons; some of the calibers small, such as a .22 rimfire pistol, which is barely louder than a firecracker. Other creatures had much larger rounds they were shooting, .44 Magnums, .454 Casulls, and even though the kits were not knowledgeable enough to name know what these particular cartridges were named, they could both feel their teeth rattle as a rhinoceros fired off several rounds of the gargantuan .50 Action Express.

"Anthony," said Nick in a much louder voice than usual, due to the ear protection they were wearing. "Put this piece of paper on the big metal clip."

Anthony, taking a large, tan paper target which contained a bulls eye in the center, reached up, clamping the target in place. Nick opened the ammo can he had brought with them as Judy walked up behind him, handing him a semi automatic pistol. Nick performed his safety check, removing the magazine and seeing it empty, he racked the slide of the gun, gazing inside the chamber and saw it was empty. He placed the gun on the counter, reached inside the ammo can, retrieving a box of nine millimeter rounds. Anthony watched closely as one by one Nick pressed down on the spring of the magazine and slid a round inside. Anthony counted fifteen rounds when his older brother had stopped. Turning towards the shooting lane, but still at an angle where Anthony could see, Nick pressed the arrow on the side of his lane, making the target move away. He stopped when it was fifteen feet away. With the magazine and gun sitting on the counter in front of him, Nick turned around, giving his little brother further instrucions.

"Anthony, I'm going to pick the gun up, rack the slide, take the gun off safety, and then start firing. I want you to stand behind me so you can get a feel for what you're in store for. You got that?"

"Yes!" yelled the younger fox.

Nick nodded. Facing the target once more, the older fox took hold of his pistol and slid the magazine inside the pistol's grip. Anthony heard a metallic "chink-chink" as Nick racked the slide, sending a round into the chamber. Raising the gun up to eye level, he flicked the safety off. He was locked, loaded and ready to fire.

BANG!

Anthony flinched slightly as the first round was fired, sending the brass casing flying out of the chamber. It hit the side of the lane, landing on top of his head before landing on the floor, where it was in good company with hundreds of other brass cases. Unlike what he had seen in so many movies, Nick did not simply keep pressing the trigger, but took time to carefully aim after every shot. With every shot, Anthony grew more use to the feeling of being so close to the weapon. Finally, as the fifteenth round was fired, the young fox saw the slide did not fly back and then forward, but stopped about halfway on the slide stop, leaving the chamber open. Nick ejected the empty magazine from his weapon and placed the gun on the counter once more.

"You think you're ready for this, kiddo?" he asked his little brother.

"Yes, I am," said a confident Anthony.

"Okay," said Nick, pushing the arrow of the target holder back towards them. Taking the used target from the metal clasp, he examined his work, smiled, and showed it to his younger brother. "Ah, got just one outside this nice little grouping, didn't I?"

Anthony looked at the grouping Nick had made. A tight pattern, but one had gone astray a few inches, just as he said. Nick put a new target up for Anthony, pressed the arrow until it was at fifteen feet again, then reloaded the magazine for his brother. The magazine at full capacity, he traded places with Anthony.

"You remember what to do?" asked Nick.

"I do," yelled the younger fox.

Making sure not to point the gun anywhere but directly down the lane, he took hold of the weapon. Placing the magazine inside, he racked it, hearing the same clanking sound as before. He breathed deeply, brought the gun to eye level and flicked off the safety. Looking through the sights, he lined the front post up with the rear sights and carefully placed it over the center of the target.

BANG!

Anthony felt the recoil of the gun, though light compared to large calibers, it was still startling to the new shooter. Anthony couldn't believe it--he'd hit only an inch from the center! Mindful of his breathing, he took aim once more. Explosions, muzzle flash, recoil, muzzle climb . . . the combination of these made his adrenaline surge. It was such a rush, feeling the bullets race out of the gun at over twelve hundred feet a second! Finally, the magazine was emptied. Anthony ejected the magazine and put both it and the gun down. He brought the target back towards both he and Nick, who was stunned by what he saw.

"I don't believe it," said Nick. "I've never seen someone do such a good job their first time out!"

Anthony puffed his chest out with pride. Nick grinned, proud of his little brother. He ruffled his ears the younger fox's ears. Anthony wagged his tail from the positive attention he was getting.

"Let's have some more fun, shall we?"

Anthony and Nick took turns firing Nick's gun. While one was on deck, the other took the spare magazine and reloaded it. All perception of vanished as the two brothers went through all the ammo they had brought; though they had made sure to divide their share up with the girls.

After everyone was finished, the group went out to the car. The guns stored safely in the case, Nick and Judy compared targets, showing the other their best effort.

"Ha!" said Nick, getting in Judy's face and grinning. "I did better than you did! Na, na, na, na, na ha!"

Anthony looked over at what Nick was gloating about. Curling his lip, he snatched the piece of paper from his brother's paws.

"That's mine, Nick!"

Amanda did the same to Judy. "This one's mine, too!" said the vixen.

Judy and Nick stared at each other, dumbfounded that two beginners, two kits at that, had bested them.

"You know what this means, don't you?" asked Judy.

"We need more practice at the range," answered Nick.

Nick and Judy took the kits on other outings that day. There was an Air Show just outside the city that Anthony wanted to attend. Amanda wasn't interested it going, so she and Judy chose to go shopping instead. The weather couldn't have been better for such an event. It was warm, without a cloud in the sky. Nothing to obstruct any animal's view as they watched everything from some of the earliest model bi-planes to the latest fighter jets soar above them, the latter taring through the sky at super sonic speeds. Nick was quite taken with the sights, having never been to an air show before. Anthony suggested that their Dad might get them flying lessons if they wanted to try out their luck in the sky.

"You wanna take flying lessons?" asked Nick.

"Yeah," said Anthony, watching a jet streak across the sky. "But only if you do!"

"I do, little brother!" said Nick. He put his arm around his little brother's shoulder as the two watched the remainder of the air show.

By the time the air show was over and Nick and Anthony met up with the girls it was evening. The group went out to dinner before returning to the apartment, tired, but pleased with the wonderful day they had.

Nick and Judy had only a single bedroom, so Anthony and Amanda had to sleep out in the living room. Nick was pleasantly surprised when he saw Anthony, without even being asked, offer the couch to his sister. All of them were dressed in their pajamas, with Judy having already gone to bed to do some reading, so Nick sat down on coffee table as his siblings sat down on the couch.

"I really had a great day with you two," said Nick, once again ruffling their ears. "You two are so polite and well-behaved."

"Dad said he's not going to raise a bunch of spoiled, rich brats," said Amanda.

"Mom use to say the same thing," said Anthony, then lowered his head. "When she was still alive."

Nick frowned, cognizant of the fact that the kits were still suffering from the loss of their mother the previous year.

"Aw, I know you guys must miss her," said Nick, trying to comfort them.

"Yeah," said Anthony, sniffling.

"I can't replace your mom, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. I'm always here for you."

Anthony managed a tried feigning a smile, but couldn't help crying. "We . . . we always wanted a big brother," he said.

"Did you?" said Nick, handing his brother a tissue.

"We told Dad we wanted one when we were little," said Amanda, who was crying as well. "I know we can't have Mom anymore, but we're glad we have you Nick!"

Nick reached over and hugged his little brother and sister, whispering to them as he brushed the back of their heads. Briefly, he thought about how his mother and father were dating again, and he hoped, despite all the history and bitterness, everything could work out so that Anthony and Amanda might have a mother again.

"I love you two," he said, holding them tight. "And I always will."

Nick staid with them until they had calmed down. He couldn't stand the idea of his little brother and sister crying themselves to sleep. Once they were settled in and calmed down, he kissed them goodnight. Nick made a trip into the bathroom to get ready for bed. After he had finished his business, he went back out to the living room where he saw Anthony and Amanda fast asleep. He kissed each of them on the cheek once more before heading off to bed.

Walking into the bedroom, he climbed in bed with Judy, who had just put her book down on the nightstand.

"They're asleep," said Nick, feeling his honey bunny rub up against him.

"I heard what you said to them out there, Nick. You're just the greatest."

"Thanks," said Nick. "You're great with them, too."

"When you have as many siblings as I do, you learn how to handle kids."

"Hmm," said Nick.

"What?" said Judy.

"You think I'd be good with kids?"

"I think you'd make an excellent father, handsome fox."

Nick staid silent for a moment, then kissed his rabbit on the cheek. "The kids are asleep," said Nick. "You wanna try for some kids tonight?"

"Actually," said Judy. "I didn't take my birth control today."

"Good," said Nick, peeling his pajamas off. "Cause I wanna make love to you."

The two lovers undressed and pressed their naked bodies together. Nick felt Judy's plump breasts pressed against his chest and it quickly sent his member into overdrive. Feeling his cock hardening, he rubbed it up against the rabbit's folds, waiting to enter her.

"Be very quiet," whispered Judy.

"Yeah," said Nick. "I'm hunting rabbit."

Judy muffled her moans as Nick entered her. The fox could feel his organ pulsate as the blood flowed through it. He and Judy had made love more times than they could count, but tonight was something special; much like the first time. Nick tenderly thrust in and out of his lover, not merely for the pleasure of the orgasm that was sure to come, but for a much different purpose. He knew the chances of them conceiving children were slim, being that they were different species, but he wanted more than anything to get his honey bunny pregnant. He closed his eyes, thinking of holding his newborn children in his arms, hearing them call him Daddy one day.

As if their minds were melded together, Judy experienced the same feelings as Nick. She wanted to feel a new life growing inside of her, wanted to feel the unparalleled joy of holding a baby in her arms after it was born, staring into it's eyes and letting it know that she would love and protect it for her entire life. She could see the child grow, see it becoming everything that she and Nick hoped it would be.

Quiet, but with intense, incredible passion, Nick pushed in and out of Judy's vaginal walls, his swollen member leaking pre inside of her. Judy wrapped her legs around her fox, pushing him closer and closer to her. She wanted him completely inside of her. Panting, Nick pumped away, not wanting this feeling, this overwhelming, unbelievable feeling to ever end.

"Make me a mother," breathed Judy.

"Make me a father," panted Nick.

Finally, after all the intensity, Nick came, spilling his life giving seed into the rabbit where it would hopefully form a child for them. Nick, tired from all the day's--and night's--excitement, rolled over, quickly finding Judy cuddled up beside him. Nick put his arms around Judy, his greatest love in the world.

"I promise I'll make you a mother Judy. I promise you that."