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It had been two months since Judy and Nick had saved Zootopia...
Yet again.
Reptiles were welcome in Zootopia now. Judy and Nick were in both separate and work-partner therapy. The world was a bright, bright place.
...Even though not much had changed.
[NICK'S APARTMENT, 3AM]
The thudding from the elephant gym upstairs had finally quieted down. Resting in his bed, Nick scrolled on his phone.
They didn't have work tomorrow. He liked to stay up late on those nights.
Nick's tiny studio apartment was exactly what you'd expect from a fox who spent most of his time at work; messy but lived-in. A single ratty armchair faced a modest TV, surrounded by takeout containers and mismatched socks. His police uniform hung haphazardly on the back of the bathroom door, while his infamous Pawpsicle cart leaned against the kitchenette wall like a retired trophy. The only neat spot? Judy's framed rookie photo on his nightstand, slightly crooked.
He stretched out on his threadbare couch, phone glow illuminating his smirk as he scrolled through dumb memes. "Huh. Who knew giraffes could twerk?" he mused to no one, tail flicking lazily against a pizza box.
It was a good night. A quiet night, and a reprieve from the constant action they always were in.
And at around 4am, Nick drifted off with his phone still loosely clutched in his paw, the blue glow fading as sleep finally took him. His ears twitched occasionally at distant city sounds—a honking horn, the rumble of the late-night subway—but he slept deeply, sprawled across the couch with one arm dangling off the edge.
Morning came lazily. Sunlight filtered through the perpetually half-closed blinds, painting stripes across his disheveled fur. He groaned, rolled onto his back, and squinted at the ceiling. No alarm today. A luxury. Stretching with a satisfying crack of his spine, he kicked aside the pizza box (now regrettably empty) and padded barefoot to the kitchenette.
The routine was sacred:
- Coffee. Instant. Bitter. Perfect.
- Toast. Slightly burnt because he always forgot about it.
- A long, dramatic sigh while leaning against the counter, staring at his reflection in the microwave door.
"Nick Wilde," he muttered to himself, "you are disgustingly handsome."
Then, a glance at his phone. No urgent messages from Hopps. Just a single text from yesterday: "Night, sleep tight!"
He hummed. A day off meant scheming, lounging, and maybe doing laundry. But first? More couch.
He flopped down.
Four hours of binging a new show.
And four hours…
With no texts from Judy.
Nick paused mid-bite of his third slice of leftover pizza (cold, but desperate times), eyeing his silent phone for about the eighth time.
"Okay, weird," he mumbled, tapping the screen just to make sure it wasn’t broken. Nope. Full service. No missed calls. No "Hey, partner, let’s do crime—I mean, stop crime!" No "Nick, emergency, meet me at the precinct in 10, I found a clue!"
Just…radio silence.
He flicked an ear, scrolling back to Judy’s last text. Had he replied? Yes. Had he said something dumb? Also yes. ("Sleep tight? Pfft. I don’t sleep, I languish.") But that was yesterday.
Nick chewed his lip.
- Option 1: Play it cool. Wait. Be mysterious. (Terrible idea. He was terrible at mysteries.)
- Option 2: Send a meme. The universal language of "Hey, you alive?"
- Option 3: Panic. Text Finnick. "Did Judy die??"
…He went with Option 4: Drop by her apartment unannounced.
Because nothing said "healthy communication" like a fox in pajama pants at her door, squinting in the afternoon sun.
"Alright, Carrots," he muttered, grabbing his keys. "Let’s see what disaster you’ve gotten into without me." Tagging along? A vague sense of dread. And pizza breath.
Judy's apartment was really only a bit nicer than Nick's. Same size. Less...basement.
Just as loud.
The neighbors were talking loudly as normal. Something about not agreeing on dinner.
Nick winced in silent solidarity through the wall, but didn't let it deter him. He rapped his knuckles against Judy's door, once, twice, then a third time with a little shave-and-a-haircut rhythm just to annoy her.
When no answer came, he pressed his ear against the wood, listening for signs of life: rustling, grumbling, maybe her infamous "Ugh, Nick" groan.
Nothing.
"Carrots? Hey. It's me. Was thinking we could grab lunch down at that new gator place down the street."
...Still nothing.
She was home. Nick could tell that much. Through the tiny crack in the door, he could see the chain to her door was bolted. Plus, her phone tracked her as here. (After too many kidnapping attempts, they shared their locations.)
He took a deep breath, mentally ticking off the options. 1. She's ignoring me. 2. She's sleeping. 3. She's in danger.
…He decided to not dwell on option 3. Not yet anyways.
"Juuuuuudyyyy," he sang-songed, drumming his claws against the wood impatiently. "C'mon, I know you're in there. You never sleep in."
Silence.
Until, very faintly...
There was just a slight shuffle inside. Fur against sheets; like she was still in bed.
Alive, at least.
His ear flicked to the door, tension easing just a fraction. Good.
He tried again, a little more urgently this time. "Carrots, can you hear me?" He paused, straining his ears again.
He could've sworn he heard a muffled groan.
What if she was sick? Alone and sick, too stubborn to ask for help. What if she'd been poisoned, and—
He was rounding the building to her window the next moment.
With a short bit of parkour and use of his agility, Nick made it to Judy's window. The curtains were drawn, though not fully—a crack open. Enough to peek in.
What he saw was Judy, laying in bed, curled in a ball facing the window.
...Trembling.
Her ears were tucked tight against her head. Her arms wrapped around her lower abdomen. She was still in her ZCPD uniform; like she hadn't even changed after getting home.
In an instant, he was rapping sharply on the glass. Not the playful taps from before, but quick, urgent knocks. “Judy,” he called, voice low but firm. “Open up. Right now.”
No response. Just another shudder.
His paws fumbled at the window latch. Locked. Teeth gritted, he braced himself against the sill and—thunk—shouldered it hard. Again. Again.
The lock gave on the third try.
He tumbled inside, already talking. “Okay, listen, I’m breaking and entering, which is technically illegal, but—”
And that was when the pheromones hit him.
It was spring.
“Oh no.”
Nick froze, his hackles rising. His instincts went haywire, heart thudding and fur bristling as the realization set in:
Judy was in heat.
The scent was overwhelming now. A powerful mix of wildness and want, heavy in the air like a physical force. It was thick and spicy and addicting, calling to his baser urges in a way he could not ignore.
He stumbled forwards anyway, towards the trembling bunny, but only to put a hand on her forehead.
With evolution, animals could ignore pheromones.
...Sort of.
It was something that was still...you know. There. But not something people lost complete control over, nowadays.
But heats were uncomfortable. For any mammal.
For a bunny?
The worst.
Judy flinched a little as she felt the hand. Her eyes squeezed shut tighter. A small whimper.
She was burning up.
Nick took a breath through his mouth, forcing himself to focus through the haze of scent clouding his head. "Alright, Officer Hopps, let's get you sorted," he muttered, voice strained but determined. He grabbed the blanket at the foot of her bed, ignoring how she whimpered at the sudden movement, and bundled her up like a stubborn burrito.
He knew the drill. He'd studied the drill after that one disastrous stakeout during bunny mating season. Step one: Cool her down. Step two: Hydration. Step three: Distraction.
Nick hauled her toward the bathroom, knees wobbling only slightly. "We're gonna pretend," he grunted, "that I'm not currently fighting every primal instinct I have. Deal?"
Judy groaned incoherently into the blanket.
"Great. Teamwork."
He bit his tongue to stay focused.
She didn't seem entirely coherent, anyways. Lolling her head against Nick's shoulder, she let out a shaky, rough exhale of air.
"...hurts..."
The word was small. Too small, for such a showy rabbit.
Nick's ears pinned back. "I know, I know," he murmured, shifting her carefully in his arms as he nudged the bathroom door open with his hip. The tiles were cool underfoot. He set her down on the closed toilet lid, keeping one paw firmly on her shoulder so she wouldn't slump over.
With his free hand, he cranked the faucet to cold and soaked a washcloth, wringing it out before pressing it gently to the back of her neck. Judy shuddered, but didn't pull away.
"Attagirl," Nick encouraged softly, though his own breathing was uneven. "You're gonna be okay. Just gotta ride it out."
He reached for the medicine cabinet; please let her have painkillers—and nearly cheered when he found a bottle. "Jackpot. Here, swallow this. Then I’m dumping you in a cold shower whether you like it or not."
He handed her two pills, and a little tiny plastic bathroom cup (really? Fancy and a waste of money) of water.
But Judy just blinked at the items hazily, like he had handed her the world's most complicated puzzle.
"...mm?"
The mumble came quite airily. Her eyes flicked up to him, pupils blown. Confused.
Heat brain, for sure.
Nick cursed under his breath as the realization slowly dawned on him. Judy was out of it. Not just sick, but gone. Heat brain had her by the proverbial neck, and it wasn't letting go. He knelt before her, taking her paws gently and holding the water up to her lips. She was burning, her fur damp with sweat. His tail twitched anxiously. "Come on," he coaxed, "I need you to drink this. It'll help. Just one sip. For me."
"...s'cold," Judy whispered in response. Still, she did take a sip. A small one. Her eyelids fluttered shut a little at the sensation.
Dehydrated. Another problem for the list.
Nick sighed in relief as she drank. Progress. Small, but crucial. He pressed the damp washcloth to her forehead again, smoothing back the fur matted with sweat. "Good. Now the pills," he urged, holding them out. "Chew or swallow, your choice. But take them, Hopps."
When she just stared blankly, he groaned and popped them into her mouth himself, quickly tipping the cup to help her wash them down. She grimaced, but let her head fall against Nick after.
"Okay. Shower time," he announced, bracing himself. This part was gonna suck.
He scooped her up again, earning a weak grumble of protest, and nudged the shower curtain aside with his elbow. The water ran cold when he started it. Perfect.
"Deep breath, Carrots," he warned. Then he carried them in, uniform and all.
The yelp she let out was very loud.
"Gah—hf!"
The bunny squirmed immediately. A strong kick to Nick's side.
But it had woken her up a bit.
"Nick—what are you doing here?!"
Nick grunted as a booted paw connected with his stomach. “Oof!” But he didn't let go. "Trying to help," he managed, voice strained. They were both fully clothed now, drenched and shivering. He held her flush against his chest as the water pounded down on them. His uniform was already plastered to his body. He could feel every curve of Judy's as she writhed and cursed and kicked in protest. "Calm down," he ground out, teeth clenched. "Just trying to cool you off. Stop moving!"
"It's cold—!"
She sounded more angry than confused, now.
"Yeah, that's the point," Nick snapped back, struggling to keep his grip on her. She was a slippery bunny when she wanted to be, and he was already starting to get a bruise from where her foot had collided with his stomach. He shifted his weight to pin her in place, trapping her there with a grunt. "Quit fighting me, you stubborn fluff ball," he growled, grabbing her flailing paws and pinning them to her sides. "It's for your own good!"
When she gave another strong kick, his hand accidentally grabbed at the back of her neck,
and as she was scruffed?
Judy went limp.
It was like a switch. The heat brain came back in full force; pupils dilating as she fell against Nick with another whimper.
Nick’s ears flattened in alarm. "Oh—oh no, nonono—" He released her scruff immediately, paws fluttering awkwardly as Judy sagged against him, boneless and dazed.
She was heavy.
And soaking wet.
And now he'd accidentally triggered some weird bunny reset button.
"...Okay," he muttered, adjusting his grip to keep her from sliding down the drain. "New plan. Cold shower: success. Now—uh—let's get you dried off before you drown."
He shut off the water with his elbow, then hauled her out, dripping and shivering.
Now was the hard part:
Getting her dry, and in new clothes.
Which meant...
"...hf..." Judy mumbled dumbly as Nick sat her down again.
Nick stared at the sopping wet bunny in front of him, then at her soaked uniform clinging to her frame. His tail flicked in agitation. "Alright," he muttered, rubbing his temples. "This is fine. Totally fine. Just gonna—" He reached for the hem of her shirt, then hesitated. "Uh. Consent? Judy? Can I—"
She blinked up at him sluggishly, her ears flopping to the sides.
"...Right. Heat brain. Cool." He sighed through his nose. "Emergency rules. I'm just gonna...yeah."
With swift, efficient movements (and zero lingering touches), Nick peeled off her soaked clothes, eyes on the ceiling, wrapped her in a towel, and scooped her up again.
"Dignity intact," he assured her (mostly himself) as he carried her back to bed. "You're welcome."
And then, he tried to lay her in bed.
Which was promptly met with what was probably the most panicked sound he'd ever heard from the rabbit.
"No—!"
Nick nearly dropped her as she cried out, fur bristling. "What, what?" he demanded, his voice cracking slightly. He tightened his grip as Judy squirmed, tail lashing. "You're gonna get comfy, you crazy—stop fighting me!” He tried again, gritting his teeth as she twisted in his arms. "I'm just trying to put you down! Why's that so bad?!"
And then Judy had managed to wrestle her way facing Nick,
and wrap her arms around his neck and shoulders,
where she promptly buried her face into his neck and sobbed.
"Pleasedon'tletgopleasepleaseplease—"
Nick choked, faltering as the desperate rabbit clung to him. Her wet fur stuck to his chest, her breaths ragged. He could feel the shudders rolling through her body, the trembling in her grip, the warm tears against his fur.
"Hey, hey now," he murmured, the gruffness in his voice replaced by something softer. Gentler. He slowly sat on the edge of the bed, allowing her to curl in his lap. His arm wrapped around her waist almost of its own volition, steadying her on top of him. "Geez, Carrots. You never lemme cuddle up with you like this," he tried to joke.
But Judy didn't snark back. She just clung, and cried quietly, her ears tucking down.
They were getting the sheets and blankets wet.
Nick furrowed his brow, rubbing circles between her shoulder blades. "Alright," he murmured. "Alright. You win." He shifted carefully, keeping her pressed against him, and reached behind himself to yank the damp comforter off the mattress. It landed in a wet heap on the floor. Then, slowly, giving her plenty of time to protest, he laid back onto the mattress, pulling her with him.
"There," he said quietly, tucking her head under his chin. "No letting go. Promise."
His tail curled around them both like a makeshift blanket.
"...Now stop crying. You're gonna dehydrate yourself again."
Judy mumbled something incoherent in reply; he couldn't understand. It didn't really matter, anyways.
For a while, she just...calmed down. Sobs turned into whimpers. Whimpers turned into sniffles. Sniffles turned into quiet breathing.
She was already getting hot again. Her fur dried quickly as a result.
Damn bunnies.
Nick closed his eyes, trying to ignore how his senses were still hyper-aware of her. His nose was filled with her scent, his limbs heavy with her weight, his skin heating with every shudder and touch. It was maddening, frustrating, and all kinds of distracting. His thoughts were a tangled mess of bunny bunny bunny—
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus. Focus. She was sick. She needed help. He was just...providing it.
And getting an intimate bunny cuddle out of it. Not important.
That was, until instinct took over for Judy.
A shift. She nuzzled more into Nick's neck.
And her hips ground down.
Nick's breath hitched as she pressed closer, crotch shifting against—”Oh boy.”
He forced himself to take a deep breath (that really just filled his lungs with more bunny scent, but that was fine), and squeezed her just a fraction tighter.
"Whoa there, Hopps," he murmured, voice gruff. He tried to keep his tone casual, unconcerned, but even he could hear the strain in it. "You're getting pretty...anxious, huh?" He exhaled roughly. "I know I'm irresistible, but you're in no shape for—"
"H-hah, p-please...hurts, I can't—"
Judy buried against him more. The towel rode up. She ground over Nick’s growing outline through his pants.
"Please..."
Nick was starting to sweat as Judy wriggled against him, all needy whimpers and flushed cheeks. It was both adorable and terrifying; every nerve in his body was screaming at him to mate, mate, mate.
He clenched his teeth, forcing back a guttural sound building in his throat. He was a fox. He had a brain. He could resist the heat-crazed bunny who was currently grinding on top of him.
"S-stop," he managed, gripping her hips tight. "H-hopps, wait..."
And then she was making that little chattering noise that bunnies made right in his ear.
His ears pressed flat against his skull, and he lost it.
His grip on her tightened, pinning her to him, and he flipped them both over in one smooth move.
Judy found herself flat on her back, Nick looming over her, panting. His eyes darkened, dilated. He was trembling with strain. "Damn it, Carrots." His voice was thick with arousal now, rough and frustrated. "You have any idea what you're doing here?"
Judy's mouth hung open, and as she looked up at Nick, she practically gave puppy eyes.
Her legs spread.
"A-ah, please..."
Nick growled low in his throat—a sound that would've sent most mammals running.
But not Judy. Never Judy.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath hot between them. "This," he muttered, "is gonna be such a bad idea later." And then, before he could think twice, he kissed her.
It wasn't a romantic thing. It was teeth and tongue and heat, heat, heat—
Judy gripped at his fur, whining against his lips. Her hips canted up, trying to regain any sense of friction. The towel had fallen away. Nick barely noticed. His paws trailed down her sides, claws catching slightly against her damp fur. He nipped at her jaw, his breath ragged against her skin.
"You're lucky," he growled, voice rough and uneven, "that I've been dying to do this for months."
He slid lower, his tongue dragging over her jaw.
"...Now hold still."
The kisses trailed lower. Judy whined, her hips squirming until Nick held them still.
"Oh, oh fuck, please, please—"
Nick smirked against her stomach—wow, she was trembling—and then went lower still, until his breath ghosted over her inner thighs.
Then he buried his face between her legs, and Judy moaned wantonly.
She was soaked. Her cunt twitched and shuddered under the licks, and she whined as she tossed her head back.
"Uhn—ah! Ah, ah..."
Nick groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her entire body. His tongue pressed flat against her slit, dragging upwards in slow, deliberate strokes.
He didn't rush.
He didn't tease.
He just ate her out like a starving fox.
Judy writhed beneath him, whimpering and gripping the sheets, but Nick pinned her hips down firmly, refusing to let her squirm away. His tail flicked behind him in lazy satisfaction.
"Taste so good, Carrots," he muttered between licks, glancing up at her flushed face. "Could get addicted to this."
"Uhf—it...hah, please..." Judy whined.
Despite the fact it felt good?
It didn't seem to soothe the need.
Nick pulled back just enough to glance up at her—and frowned when he saw the frustrated tears welling in her eyes.
"...Oh." He sat up, realization dawning. “You don’t probably need foreplay right now, huh?” When she whined vaguely in confirmation, he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, soothing. "Alright, alright," he murmured. "Got it."
Then he slid back up her body, settling between her legs. His own arousal pressed hot against her thigh. "Better idea," he muttered, guiding himself against her entrance. He'd been rock hard since the shower. He took a moment to breathe, before slipping inside.
Wet.
Wet and tight.
A bunny and a fox had a size difference. Nick had been worried he'd be too big for her, hurt her—
Instead?
The pain seemed to leave Judy in a rush.
She went boneless, moaning in relief and tilting her head to the side.
"Ohhhhhfuck thank you thank you thank you—"
"Ssshhh. I know, I know," Nick soothed, stroking her jaw. His voice was even huskier now, ragged with restraint. "I know." He pressed his forehead against hers, the motion tender as he began to move in gentle, shallow thrusts. His paws roamed her sides, tracing over her fur and curves reverently.
"...Better?" His voice was a lot softer than its usual faux-casualness. Tender. Soft. Loving.
"Hmn—hah, ah. S'so good. So—uhmph! Good," Judy panted, wrapping her arms around Nick tightly.
The wet shlp, shlp, shlp between them sounded filthy in the small room.
Nick kept the pace as slow as he could manage, ignoring the heat that coiled in his gut. He knew it wasn't enough—Judy was still shuddering and whimpering beneath him, heat-brain desperate for more.
But he was not going to hurt her.
He knew this was her first time. Could tell it in the way she arched and whined and squirmed. Slight discomfort, though the heat’s blinding need for being full evened it out.
So instead of moving with abandoned, he settled for murmuring her name, reassurances, like a mantra, pressing kisses all over her face. "Judy. Judy. Judy. That's it, just feel me. I gotcha, I gotcha, I gotcha."
"N-nick, Ni—ah!"
And Judy came untouched, her hole fluttering around Nick in quick spasms as she gasped and moaned through it.
Nick groaned. She was squeezing him so tight. He forced himself to hold still, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. He kissed her forehead, breathing hard as his hips ground close.
"...There you go," he murmured, stroking her ears. "That's my very horny work partner."
Only when she'd stilled, letting out a needy sort of whine, did he begin moving again, slow and deep.
"...Now let's really fix this heat problem."
Because now?
The urgency was gone.
Judy just looked relaxed. Blissed out as she laid bonelessly against the bed, letting her head fall to the side. Her eyes slipped shut as she let out small, genuine noises of pleasure.
"...hmp...ah...uhk...uhmph..."
The view nearly sent him hurtling over the edge. But he held back, focusing instead on how her chest rose and fell, on the sweat-matted fur on her face, on the curve of her hips as her legs wrapped around his waist.
He pressed his forehead to her temple, taking in a shaky breath. "You good?" he murmured, a hint of gruff humor in his voice. She was too far gone even to snark back. "C'mon, Carrots. Stay with me."
"Uh...uh-huh," Judy managed to mumble incoherently. "Ah. Ah...it. Mh, s'nice...ah..."
She opened her eyes a little to peer down at where they were joined.
"Y...you're—hah. S-swelling...?"
She didn't seem to know what the growing bulge at the base of Nick's length was.
Nick's eyes widened, his cheeks burning. "Uh." His voice sounded strangled. "That?" He huffed a laugh, sounding strained. "That's, uh—" He had to squeeze his eyes shut a minute, struggling to keep his breathing steady. When he tried to pause, Judy whined in protest, so he huffed and kept going. Slow. Slp. Slp. Slp.
"...That's called a knot. It's normal. For foxes."
"A...knot? What...what's it...do?" Judy asked, breathless and moaning at the end of the question as she tossed her head back a bit.
Nick groaned, his hands clenching into the cheap sheets. She was so innocent. And so hot. He was barely keeping it together. "It, uh—" He forced out, his voice low and rough. "When a fox gets close, the base of their—it gets...ah, swollen. To—to hold 'em together." His ears went back, embarrassed. "For...ya know. Breeding. I told you. I'm not gonna hurt you. So I won't put it in—"
"It would—mh. Hurt? To...to put it in?" Judy panted.
Nick's face burned like fire, and he forced out a strangled sound. "I—yeah. Yeah." He exhaled harshly, struggling to focus. "It's—it's big. Way too big for a bunny." Even though he wanted to knot her sooo bad. He leaned down, nuzzling his face against her neck. He wasn't sure who he was trying to soothe: her, or himself. "So I'm not gonna put it in. Just...gonna—keep going with this, for now. Okay?"
But Judy shifted, her leg hooking around Nick's hip with a whine.
"But I want it..."
Nick's ears went flat, a shudder rolling through him. "Hng..." He panted, his voice rough with restraint. He wanted it too. Wanted it more than anything.
"Judy—" He managed, his voice strained. "Goddammit, you're killing me here. It'll—it'll hurt you."
"I-it'll—nh! Be...be fine, I...hah..."
Judy rolled her hips forward. The knot, though not fully formed yet, slipped inside for a moment.
She let out a moan that sounded wrecked.
Nick cried out, his fingers digging into the sheets so hard he was surprised they didn't tear.
“Oh wait—ah!"
He couldn't think straight. Not with his brain clouded and his senses focused only on how tight she was, and the heat.
"Mph—wait, wait, Carrots, y-you gotta—"
He groaned, his voice strangled, and pulled back. The half-formed knot slipped out, as well as about half of his length. "We gotta stop."
Judy was letting out a complaining noise, and clinging onto Nick tighter, and begging. Her hips canted back against him, and he slipped back in.
"Please, I want it, I want you, please, please—"
"Ahh! I—ah, I want that, I do," Nick panted, pressing kisses against her face in an attempt to soothe her. "You—nn-ng, I want it, but I'm not gonna just hurt you—damnit, you feel so good…"
This was actual torture. He took a deep breath, trying desperately to get control of himself.
"Judy, I mean it. Stop. Or else I'll—"
She was practically riding on him from the bottom. The knot kept slipping in and out, growing bigger, until it wouldn't go in anymore—hitting her entrance bluntly. She whined. "Please...!"
"No, Judy, ah, ah, wait—"
The knot popped in.
Judy arched beneath him, letting out a sharp cry, but whether from pain or pleasure, Nick couldn’t tell. He was too busy teetering on the precipice. He couldn’t breathe. His hips stuttered, instinct taking over as he pressed flush against her, burying himself as deep as he could.
It was hot, it was tight, tight, tight. He was going to—
Judy clenched.
Nick let out a strangled cry, and he came, hard and sudden, hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside her. His vision whited out for a brief second, his entire body going stiff. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt—like lightning down his spine. A pulse of cum, another, another, another.
When he finally came back to himself, his ears were ringing, his fur damp with sweat, and his entire body trembling.
"...Ohhh my god," he gasped, shuddering against her. He could feel his knot pulsing inside her, still swollen and locking them together.
He looked down at Judy, her fur mussed, her chest heaving, and his ears flattened in horror.
"Carrots. Are you—are you okay?"
And Judy, whose face was twisted in a complicated mix of pain and pleasure?
She came again, pulsing in waves around Nick's knot and keening as she arched her back up.
"Oh," Nick said intelligently, his eyes crossing a little from the overstimulation. There wasn't anything better than this. "Okay. Okay, you, uhf. You still feel good. Good."
He huffed out a laugh, letting out a shaky exhale as he leaned down, burying his face in her shoulder. His tail wagged weakly, thumping against the side of the bed. "Think—I think I broke my brain. You good? You're okay? Not too sore?"
Judy trembled, her paws tightening their grip around Nick's shirt. "...haaa...it...hurts b-but—"
She trembled, before whimpering sharply.
Another round of clenching and unclenching.
"Jesus—" Nick groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. "I can’t pull out for a while. Just—just hold on, and I can keep going. See? This is why I wanted to wait.” He kissed her forehead, murmuring nonsense reassurances as she whined and shifted. His own hips twitched instinctively in response, making him shudder.
"...Try and relax," he managed weakly. "Knot's gotta go down first."
It would take forever. Canines were built like that. He'd never been so grateful and frustrated at the same time.
Judy whimpered in response, clinging to him. "S'big," she mumbled intelligently. "Ah—hah. It's...think it'a pressing a-against...hah—my. C-cervix—"
A third orgasm. She squeaked and cried out as she spasmed again.
Nick whined, high-pitched and desperate, as she clenched around him again.
"Judy," he gasped, pawing weakly at her hips. "Judy, Judy, you gotta—ahhhh—stop doing that." His claws dug into the mattress, bluntly trying to resist the urge to rut mindlessly into her. His knot ached inside her, still swollen and sensitive. "...Or don't," he groaned. "Because fuck, this is—"
He kissed her hard, swallowing her next moan.
"—amazing."
Judy looked like she was coming back to herself a little; eyes less hazy. Still pleasured in her expression, though embarrassment was creeping in now.
"I—ah, ah. I. Sorry I..."
Nick blinked down at her, catching her expression—the blush creeping across her cheeks—and huffed a laugh.
"...What?" He smirked, despite how wrecked he sounded. "Embarrassed now?"
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there.
"Too late, bun. You already begged for my knot."
Privately, he thought she looked adorable when flustered.
Judy hit his chest weakly. "You...didn't want—nnh, you said stop," she panted.
"Haaahhh." Nick huffed, still grinning, and caught her paw, twining their fingers together. The gesture was almost too intimate. "You're a stubborn, pushy little bunny, and I'm a weak, weak fox." He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, squeezing her paw.
"Just didn't wanna hurt you, idiot. Hnnn...you good?" He shifted to look down at her better, checking her face. She looked more herself. "You with me?"
"Y-yeah. More, now. Couldn't t...think before—oh, fuck, c-cumming again, cumming—!"
She cried out as her hole fluttered around him.
"Hnngggh." It was as close to a real word as Nick could manage. His claws tore through the poor sheets, leaving them in tattered ribbons. He whined and groaned, his face buried against her neck. He was never quite going to get used to how responsive she was.
He nipped at her skin, leaving a mark of his own. "Ahh, ah. Ffff…" His lips moved against her throat. "J-judy, that's...not going to m-make my knot go down any faster."
Judy trembled, her lower lip wobbling. It seemed more out of embarrassment than anything. "Sorry—!"
Nick was grinning ear to ear, his teeth flashing under the light. He chuckled, the sound warm and teasing. "Hahaha. God, you're adorable." He brushed his nose against hers affectionately, still panting a little himself. "You know how long it'll take for this to go down?" He huffed, eyes searching hers. "At least thirty more minutes. And if you keep making me feel good, it'll be longer."
Judy panted, running a hand across her ears. She grit her teeth and canted her hips. "I-it...you. Uhf. T-there's still...stuff u-um. Spurting i-inside."
Nick’s cock twitched. “Yeah, it. We keep…going, until the knot is down.”
"And...bunnies c-cum when...when their partner—ah, AH!"
Another orgasm ripped through her.
Nick's ears pinned back at the sudden jerk, his body tensing. "Guh-ah!" His voice cracked into a high, sharp sound that was almost a yelp, as she clenched around him again. His tail thrashed wildly, knocking something off the nightstand. "J-Judy—ah!—you gotta stop doing that!"
"I-I can't help it, dumb fox!" Judy yelled, before groaning as she leaned back into the bed. "Y-you need to...stop...leaking."
"Leaking?!" Nick wheezed, scandalized. He shifted to rest his weight on his paws so he could glare down at her, cheeks flushed dark red. "That's not how this works! It's—uhg!—biological!"
Judy gasped and arched as Nick's length twitched again. This time, he did feel the little spurt of precum.
...Followed by a full blown orgasm.
Nick’s entire body jerked, his voice breaking as he came again—his hips stuttering weakly against hers. His fur was damp with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Judy shouted her way through her own orgasm.
He could hear the neighbors leaving, yelling something about ‘privacy and decency’.
They both ignored them.
”Ffffffuuuck,” he groaned, voice shaking. He was way oversensitive now, but Judy was still squeezing him like she wanted to milk him dry. "...Okay," he panted. "I—hah—I get it now." His tail thumped weakly against the bed. "...So we got a...a problem. I can't pull out until...the knot goes down. But you can't stop cumming, because I'm locked inside and l-leaking. Yeah?"
Judy furrowed her brow, nose twitching a couple times. "M-m-mhmmm—!"
Another pulse around his tortured knot.
"...Ah. Right." Nick's eyes rolled back, his ears pinning flat. His entire body trembled. "That's just—nn—the worst, most amazing, frustrating thing...that's ever happened to me. Jesus Christ."
He slumped against her, resting his forehead against her chest. "...We are never doing this again." He glanced up at her. "But we probably are. Aren't we?"
Judy swallowed, her eyes flicking down to Nick. "...Bunnies...go into heat t-three times a week during spring, on average," she said helpfully.
Nick's mouth flopped open. He stared at her for several long, long minutes. Then his ears flattened, and he whined. "...Three times a week? This isn't fair." He groaned, burying his face in her fur. "No way. I'll never last."
He glanced down between them, at where they were still joined and swollen together, and whined. "...We're gonna need medical leave."
Judy swallowed thickly. "W-we'd...have to fill out a mate partnership form," she panted.
Nick's ears pricked, his embarrassment shoved aside in favor of curiosity. He leaned back to see her face more clearly, raising an eyebrow. "...A mate partnership form?" He echoed, voice a little breathless. "What's that? Some kind of...official relationship permit?" He shifted, trying not to whine at the way it jostled the knot still buried inside her—and very sensitive. His hands drifted over her thighs without him even realizing it.
"Y-yeah, it. If you wanted to? I want to, I want to very mu—ungh,
Judy's words trailed off as she came again—this time, squirting a little.
"Mh—!"
Nick's entire body jolted at the sudden gush, his grip tightening on her thighs instinctively. "Oh," he breathed. His eyes widened, before he laughed, a strained, almost whimpering sound. "Hahaha. Okay, uh. Wow." His ears were burning. Their fur was soaked where they joined. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers to try and distract himself from how filthy it was. (Mainly, so he didn't get even more aroused than he already was.)
"Gotta—nngh—gotta say, Carrots. This is a hell of a way to confess."
Judy had her eyes closed, breathing quickly through the overwhelm.
"Y-you are the most important person to me a-and. Even if we...can't h-have a kid, I..."
She clung tighter.
"I want us so bad."
Nick's expression softened, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a crooked smile. His voice went quiet and gentle. "Judy," he murmured, stroking her cheek with calloused fingers. "I want you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I'm not just saying that because we're stuck like this right now."
He brushed some sweat-soaked fur out of her eyes.
"...And I do want a family," he added, voice low. "In whatever way we can have one. Yeah?" His hips twitched reflexively.
Judy peered her eyes open at him, biting her lip. This time, Nick didn't even spurt any precum. She seemed to have an orgasm straight from the emotional moment.
"Ah—!"
Nick groaned, a shudder rolling through him as she clenched around him again. He pressed his face into her shoulder, whining weakly. "Judy," he gasped, hips twitching as his grip on her thighs tightened. "Hnnn—you're gonna kill me." Despite it all, his tail thumped weakly against the bed, as if to say it was the best kind of death.
“I don't know whether to laugh or cry, you stupid bunny. How am I so in love, with such a pain in the ass?"
"H-how am I so in love with such a stupid i-idiot?" Judy returned, panting as she shifted to bury her face into his chest. He held her closer.
"Uhf—if...if you scruff me," she whispered. "I'll lose muscle control. M-maybe it'll...it'll relax me enough for your knot to go down."
Nick's eyes widened. Scruffing her seemed...so final. Like some kind of commitment, or trust. His ears twitched back, and he hesitated for a long moment.
But when she pressed her face to his chest with a desperate whimper...he gave in.
He wrapped his paw around the scruff of her neck, gripping firmly. He felt her immediately go lax beneath his touch, her body weight sagging against him.
"Wow," Nick murmured. "You really do like me, huh?”
Judy blinked up at him, the expression quite brainless—like the action had sent her straight back into heat brain, like before.
But mercifully?
She wasn't squeezing him as tight.
Nick exhaled shakily, watching her carefully. Her slack expression, her hazy eyes, the way her entire body went limp under his grip. His knot throbbed, still painfully sensitive, but he could finally breathe.
"...Wow," he muttered, voice low. "That...works."
He shifted slightly—testing—and Judy barely reacted beyond a soft whimper. His ears flicked back. "...Okay. So we just...wait now." He leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. "Don't worry. I gotcha."
She was still cumming. Nick could feel the occasional, faint flutters—but it was softer now, and didn't work his length back into hardness. And, despite the overwhelming sensitivity, he cradled her close, letting her drift into whatever sleepy haze the scruffing had induced.
Eventually, his knot would go down.
Eventually, they'd have to figure out what this, whatever this was, meant.
But for now?
He kissed her forehead and settled in to wait.
"...Love you, stupid bunny."
Judy woke to shuffling in her bathroom.
She wasn't sure how long it had been. Her lower half felt messy.
Eyes drifting hazily, she let out a soft trill;
A mate call.
Trying to locate Nick.
"You awake?"
Nick's voice came from the direction of the bathroom door. There was a note of amusement in it. He appeared in the doorway and leaned against the jamb, arms folded. He grinned when he glanced over and found Judy peering blearily at him. The poor bunny looked like she'd just gone thirty rounds minimum and lost every one.
"...Yeah," Judy whispered. "I...am also very messy."
She shifted her thighs.
Nick's eyes flicked down to the movement. He swallowed. "Yeah, you are," he echoed, voice coming out a little hoarse. He crossed the room to sit down on the edge of the bed, studying her.
When he spoke, his voice was even. He was clearly trying very hard to appear casual, and it was painfully obvious. "How, uh. How do you feel?"
"...Tired," Judy whispered. She ran a hand over her face. "C'n you clean me up?"
She meant with a wipe. A washcloth.
Nick's eyes flicked over her. The way her fur was mussed, the sweat on her skin, the flush still lingering in her cheeks. He swallowed, his words coming out a rough rasp. "Yeah. Yeah, I can."
No way he'd use a washcloth.
He shifted a little, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Roll over."
Judy furrowed her brow. "Roll over? Why?"
Still, she did, laying on her belly with a soft huff.
"Just—uhh...fox thing," he rasped, reaching out to grip her hips. "...Lift your hips a little."
Judy nuzzled into the pillow tiredly, humming in quiet confirmation as she lifted her hips.
Nick breathed out shakily, hands smoothing over the fur of her thighs—before leaning in.
His tongue dragged up the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate.
Clean. Clean. Clean.
Giving into his base instincts, this, to him?
Practically a delicacy.
He moved higher, toward the mess between her legs.
"Hah—what—!" Judy's tail twitched, and she grabbed the pillow quickly. "N-nick, I said clean me, not—ah! E-eat me out?!"
Nick's tongue stilled. He leaned back, grinning sheepishly. "Oh. Uh." He blinked. "W-well, uh. This is...how canines do that. It's like…a reward, kinda." His ears flicked, tail swishing lazily on the bed behind him. "...Do you not want me to?"
Judy blinked at him, her fur ruffling a bit.
She was blushing.
"D-doesn't it gross you out?”
Nick laughed quietly, eyes softening. His tone was gentle. "Nah," he murmured. "It’s the opposite, really. It...makes me wanna take care of you."
He leaned over her, running a hand through the fur of her ears.
"Besides. I'm the reason you're in this state. Wouldn't be right for me to make you clean up my mess, would it?"
Judy swallowed. Her shoulders relaxed under the touch. And finally, she let her head fall back against the pillow. "O-okay, if. If you're sure you want t-to."
Nick's laughed dryly. "Yeah," he breathed, eyes glancing down toward her slit. "I'm sure."
With that, he leaned in and set about cleaning up the mess he'd made.
The first swipe had Judy's legs shaking.
"O-ohh...fuh..."
"Easy," Nick soothed, gripping her thighs when she quivered. "Easy, easy. Know you’re sensitive. Relax..." He continued his careful ministrations, working through the mess with gentle strokes of his tongue. He was patient, soft—not wanting to overstimulate her too much. After a moment, he paused and pulled back.
"Doing okay up there?" He asked, voice a low murmur.
Judy panted as she shifted to bury her head in the pillow.
"G...gonna cum..." she admitted airily.
Nick could have sung.
"...Good," he murmured, voice rough. "Good...that means I'm doing something right."
He returned to what he was doing, working slowly. His tongue slipped inside of her.
The moment it lapped against the walls?
Judy started fluttering—a tired, quiet, long moan slipping from her lips. Nick groaned against her, vibrations shuddering through her walls, as he worked. His paws tightened around her thighs, holding her steady, as she trembled through it. When she finally sagged against the bed, exhausted and oversensitive, he pulled back.
"...Alright," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "There."
His ears twitched.
"...You good?"
"....Uhg," Judy mumbled intelligently in response.
Nick chuckled softly, and flopped onto the bed beside her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Me too," he muttered.
"...Guess we're filling out that mate form, huh?" His tail thumped against the mattress, slow and satisfied.
Judy shifted to roll onto her side, curling into Nick's chest and humming quietly. "Yeah," she whispered. "...A fox and a bunny. They're gonna look at us like we're crazy..."
Nick huffed, wrapping his arms around her and holding her against his chest. He pressed his face against the top of her head, nuzzling her with a weary sigh. "Eh. They can suck it," he murmured, tail wrapped around her waist. "We know we're just a couple of idiots who're stupidly in love."
Judy hummed quietly. "...Can we get an apartment together?"
And Nick's throat clenched.
"Yeah. Yeah, we can get an apartment together." He kissed her head. His own voice was thick, almost a whisper. His lips moved against her fur with each word. "Whatever you want," he continued softly. "Apartment, or a house...kits...anything. Everything."
"...Are you crying?" Judy asked, lifting her head and glancing up at Nick. “Awww. Nick Wilde, are you getting emotional? You’re not even the one in heat!”
"N-no—nope," Nick managed, voice breaking a little. "I'm not crying." His eyes were wet, and he was doing a piss-poor job of blinking it away. "Just...shut up," he muttered. "Stop looking at me."
But Judy just smiled, and shifted a bit, laying so her head was above Nick's. She pulled his head into her chest. Her very fluffy, soft chest, and—
“Ohhhwow it’s like a void of fur.” Nick's eyes went half-lidded, and he immediately went boneless against her. An instinctive, content sound rumbled in his throat, sounding like a purr almost, and he buried his face into her fur with a quiet groan. "...You play dirty," he muttered. "You're using my instinctual vulnerabilities against me."
"Uh-huh," Judy whispered. "Let it out, you dumb fox."
And Nick, with an audible whine, did exactly that. His shoulders shook, and he clutched her tighter, pressing his face against her chest while she stroked his head and neck.
"...Don't tell anyone," he mumbled wetly.
He heard her take a photo.
But he didn't pull away.
He loved this dumb bunny.
[SIX MONTHS LATER]
[NICK AND JUDY’S APARTMENT]
The apartment was small, and cheap, and the carpet was stained, and the neighbors made a godawful racket every Saturday night, but;
It was theirs.
It was Winter, now. Nick had spent his day off putting up a tree in their apartment; a pretty little thing with a thousand tiny, blinking rainbow lights wrapped around it and all the ornaments their friends had bought them. There was even a pair of ornaments with their own faces on them, though that had been Judy's idea.
And amongst the ornaments?
There was one, single blue one, with a pacifier glued to the front. A gift Finnick had made them with the old prop from their cons.
For their baby on the way.
(Miracles did happen.)
Nick paused by the tree, fingers brushing gently against the blue ornament, before pulling Judy close with an arm wrapped around her waist. His tail curled around her leg. She leaned into him.
"...You think we'll make good parents?" He murmured, pressing his face against the top of her head.
"The best."
His claws ghosted over her belly, barely touching.
For all that Nick had ever wanted?
He definitely had a pack, now.
Or, a fluffle.
“A pluffle,” he mumbled against her ear. He snorted at the retaliatory stamp on his foot for the new word.
…He loved days off.