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"Cheers for our one month case-aversary!" Judy giggled, as she clinked her glass against Nick's.
Nick laughed "That's so not a real thing."
"It could be, if you let it." They were sitting in Nick's apartment, as the drizzle of the Rainforest district drowned out the world outside. One month since they broke the Nighthowler case, and soon Nick would be heading off, soon to become a cop just like Judy and the others. In some ways, this was his last night of freedom.
In this situation, there was no one else he'd rather spend it with -- she was the one who'd believed in him, who'd chosen to go to him with what she'd discovered. She made him feel special, like he was the greatest person in the whole city.
It kind of made him feel bad about what he wanted to do to her.
For her part, Judy couldn't believe Nick had chosen her over his other friends, Flash, Finnick, that badger he'd introduced her to... And yet here she was, having a quiet drink at his, before leaving for the night.
She didn't want to leave of course, but well -- they were just friends. After the way she'd treated him... there was no way he'd see her as anything closer. And yet, the more they drank, the closer she got to him. She was practically sitting in his lap.
All it would take was a word, and she'd let him do anything to her.
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"All right, it's been fun Nicky, but I really should go." Judy got up and stretched.
"So soon? But it's only..." Nick looked at his watch, "Uh, two AM. Wow, it did not seem that late."
"Oh crackers, when's the last train to Downtown?" Judy decided to take her glass over to Nick's kitchenette and start washing it. She knew she needed to go, but surely taking a bit longer to be courteous wouldn't hurt...
"At one AM. Unless you went through the Nocturnal District, but well..." Nick scratched the back of his head as he brought his glass and the bottle to join Judy. "I don't think it's exactly safe. I mean sure we don't have to worry about savage predators any more, but there's still crime."
"Nicolas P. Wilde, are you asking me to stay the night?" Judy gave a playful punch to his belly. He held up his paws in mock surrender.
"If that's what it takes to keep you safe carrots," He got down on one knee, "Judy Laverne Hopps, will you do me the honour of taking my bed while I sleep on the couch?"
"No." Nick's face fell for a moment before she continued, "I'm the guest, I'll take the couch. It wouldn't be fair asking you to leave your bed." As much as she wanted to roll around in his bed, smelling his musk all over it... she stopped, calming herself a bit.
"Well," Nick paused, looking thoughtful as a huge grin spread across his muzzle, "you don't take up much room. I bet my bed could fit both of us if we squeezed in a bit."
"Okay," Nick had been about to laugh it off; pretend he hadn't been serious. Judy's response had taken him by surprise. He stared at her, trying to figure out if she was serious or just playing with him. She shrugged, "It's as you say, I don't take up much space. Assuming you don't snore that is."
"I don't, scout's honour." Nick held up two fingers in a mock salute.
"Good, I'll go take a shower." Judy left her glass in the sink and left the room. Nick gave the air a punch in victory. He couldn't believe his luck; Judy was spending the night at his place, what's more she was willing to sleep in his bed, obviously she trusted him. It was a good sign -- no a great sign. He just had to avoid doing anything to screw it up.
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Nick looked around his bedroom. All right, clean sheets put on, dirty laundry in the hamper, quick spritz with some spray to make the whole thing less musky. The place looked halfway decent. If you discounted the scruffy fox in the hogwaiian shirt. Well, if she could look past that, Nick could. He sat on the bed, waiting for Judy to finish drying herself -- he'd heard the shower turn off a while ago -- and thinking about what to wear. It wasn't like he was dressing up for a special occasion, but he normally just went to bed nude. Obviously he couldn't do that with Judy in the same bed. He'd started rummaging around in his underwear draw for a suitable pair of boxers when Judy came in.
She was wearing one of his towels, wrapped several times around her and still looking bulky. It was like the old stereotype of the girlfriend stealing her boyfriend's shirt as a dress. Nick smiled, she looked sexy even like that.
Judy twitched her nose as she sniffed his room. He'd cleaned up, she thought disappointedly. She'd wanted to be engulfed by him, filling all her... senses! That was the word.
She slipped closer, watching Nick as she crept over to the bed. "Where should I put my towel?"
"Oh, just put it on a chair, I'll put it for the wash tomorrow. I'll grab you you clo--" He stopped, stunned. Judy had stripped it off, flung it over to the chair, leaving her completely exposed. She watched the way his jaw flapped, lost for words, before she sat on the bed.
"Oh, I forgot to say, I sleep in the nude at home, is that a problem?" A white lie, but Nick didn't need to know how risky she was being, how much her heart was pounding at being naked in front of the fox that she -- that she'd do anything for.
"No, no it's..." Nick couldn't stand it any longer, the sight of Judy sitting there flipped a switch. "Fuck it Judy!" He moved over her, looking down at her body with the eyes of a hungry fox. He traced the curves of her body from feet to head, lingering at her wide hips and the deep plush fur covering her crotch.
"I can't keep holding back. I want you, I want all of you... Please," Nick took a deep breath as he looked her in the eyes, pleading with her to help him, "Tell me to leave, make me get out because if I stay I'm not going to be able to resist!"
He felt Judy's hand caressing his cheek, her face looked almost angelic. "Nick, why would I ever want you to leave me. I don't want either of us to resist." She stopped her stroking to grab his tie, pulling him down, muzzle to muzzle. "I want you, I always have. And nothing would make me happier than to give myself to you, body and soul." She closed her eyes and kissed his lips.
Nick could scarcely believe it, Judy wanted him; she said she wanted to be his. He tried to enjoy the kiss, but his heart was beating like a jack-hammer. He just wanted to push her down, to ravage her. But no, he'd take it slow, the best things in life were to be savoured.
Pulling back, Nick started undoing his tie as he prepared himself: "Okay Judy," he paused to collect his thoughts as she opened her eyes, as if waking from a pleasant dream; "if we're going to do this, we need a safe word."
"We don't need a safe word, I trust you!" She crossed her arms, frowning with indignity.
"And that's part of the problem. I could do anything to you; and you might want to say no, but not mean it." He gave a sly grin. "Or you might mean it. And I'd have no way to tell. So that's why, if you want me to stop -- if you're in pain, or need to go to the bathroom -- anything like that. I want you to say... Dentist."
"Dentist?" Judy laughed, "why dentist?" Nick shrugged:
"Can you imagine a situation where you'd say it while having fun?"
"You have a fair point," Judy was scooting herself into the centre of the bed as Nick continued undressing, removing his shirt, and then his belt, and finally his trousers and underwear. Judy watched the show, ogling Nick's every movement as he stripped.
"So what are you going to do to me then, Nick?" Judy started stroking her belly, enjoying the way Nick's eyes followed her paw.
"Oh no," Nick grabbed his tie off the floor where it had fallen, "you don't get to call me Nick, not when you gave yourself to me like that." Crawling onto the Bed, Nick grabbed Judy's wrists, pulling them behind her back, and started tying them together. Finally all those nights trying out knots for the Junior Ranger-Scouts was going to pay off. Nick tugged at the knot, and satisfied her arms were pulled tight together, he forced her to the bed with his foot.
"What, what should I... ugh... call you," she let out a groan as Nick pushed her further into the bed. It seemed like he was trying to force her through the mattress.
"You call me Master of course you little piece of meat." Nick hissed at her, baring his teeth more for his benefit than hers; there was no way for her to see him up here. No good, he wanted to see her face; her eyes; her lips. Using his foot he nudged her side, to try and get her to roll over.
He nudged her again, more forcefully, and she rolled over onto her back, her arms now trapped beneath her body and the bed. Nick looked at her, already her bright eyes were glittering, tears were beginning to well up. Nick almost felt bad, he was about to say the word that would end this; fearing he'd gone too far... but then he saw her smile. The way she had her tongue in between her teeth to keep herself from making any noise. He laughed, relieved.
"You want something to occupy that mouth, meat?" Nick slid off the bed entirely, looking for his dropped belt. Finding the length of heavy fabric, and held it out to Judy's mouth. "Open. Now, you slut!" Judy dutifully gaped wide, letting Nick see the inside of her mouth, all her little bunny teeth on display. He folded the belt in half, and put into her mouth. "Now close your mouth." Nick patted her head gently, to offset his forceful tone.
If Judy wanted, it would be easy to drop the rope and say the word... but until that time she was reduced to a feral state. No words for her, she'd have to make do with grunts and moans. Her face was flushed, her breathing heavy. Nick could see her chest heaving with each intake as her nose twitched. Obviously being reduced to a mere savage was exciting her.
Judy couldn't believe it, the belt was soaked in Nick's musk. It had been just above his crotch for months, absorbing everything. Every time she breathed in, her nose was filled with another rush of his scent.
She closed her eyes and breathed deep, letting the musk fill her body as she fell limp to the bed, her mind blanking as Nick filled her head. She bit down harder on the belt, letting the acrid taste of his stale sweat fill her mouth. How long had he left it without washing the belt? Had he ever thought to do so? Her tongue darted over the course fabric, trying almost to entwine itself with the belt.
She felt Nick lift her up, force her limbs to support her; she felt the soft support of his pillows being placed beneath her belly. She could vaguely guess what was happening, but the scent and taste of Nick was still making it hard to think.
A thrill went through her light a bolt of electricity when she felt Nick's tongue rubbing against her crotch, her pussy being forced open as the tongue invaded her most private parts. She moaned as the tongue pushed deeper, then retreated; over and over Nick explored Judy, shaking her with pleasure with each lap.
Finally, he relented; Judy's knees buckled -- she inwardly thanked Nick for the pillows, although her throat could only produce a mindless gurgle of pleasure. She spat out the belt, trying to catch her breath without the scent of Nick driving her crazy. Nick waited as she did so, waiting to see if she was backing out...
"Nick..." she gasped "I love you."
Nick put his paws on her back, stroking up and down. "Oh Carrots," she looked back at him, eyes filled with joy as she saw his smile, "I thought I told you to call me Master"
He thrust himself forwards, his cock sliding into her pussy -- well slicked by Nick's own tongue. Judy gave a cry of joy as she felt him pushing further into her; she grabbed the sheet on the bed in her paws, tugging them to try and get more support.
"I'm -- sorry -- Master!" She begged in between each thrust from Nick. Her back legs started to scrabble, losing purchase as Nick became more forceful. The pillows slid out from beneath her as Nick once again sent Judy face first into the bed, pumping harder and harder.
"I don't belive you're sorry enough! Obviously this dumb fucking bunny needs a reminder who her master is!" He snarled; enjoying the sense of dominance. Usually Judy made him feel so... not helpless, because she'd never been anything less than supportive, but incomplete. She towered over him, with her accomplishments.
But now, here in front of him, she was nothing; just a piece of meat, worthy of nothing but what he chose to give her. "What do you think, Meat? What would make you remember your proper place in life? Do I have to brand the fucking words in your fur?"
"Yeeeeesss!" Judy squealed from pleasure as he picked up the pace. Nick couldn't be sure if she was even hearing him now, so he tried asking again.
"Really you little cock-sleeve? You want me to mark every inch of you with proof of ownership? You want everyone to look at you and see exactly what you are, a dumb fucking bunny slut!" He used his paw to trace his name on her back, even as she bucked under his assault.
"Please Ni-Master, brand me, mark me... Show the world I'm your your slave!" Judy was yelling now; even the rain outside seemed drowned out by her cries, but Nick didn't care if the neighbours heard, Judy was his. He felt his knot swelling inside her, imprisoning her on his prick. Now she couldn't escape him.
He pushed: once, twice, again -- and then he burst, letting a torrent of cum fill Judy's belly even as she writhed in pleasure, her legs scrabbling against the bed for puchase as a powerful orgasm went through her -- and then she collapsed, exhausted.
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Nick just waited for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of Judy hanging limply onto his cock, which even now still twitched inside her. His eyes drifted over to his chest of drawers. On top of it was a notepad, and next to that -- a marker. He usually used it in case a hustle came to mind when he was in bed, but now...
"Judy, are you okay?" He gently shook her shoulder, trying to rouse her from her stupor.
"Master, is that you?" Judy sounded as if she was dreaming, but it was obviously a good dream. She tried to turn around, causing Nick to wince as the knot twisted inside her.
"No, you stay still. I've got to make good on my promise." Edging carefully, Nick slid of the bed, Judy being dragged along. He used one arm to hold her up, as he grabbed the marker of the drawers, then returned to the bed.
"It's no brand, but it'll do." He plucked off the cap with his teeth, and spat it across the room. Taking the marker; he dragged it along her back, just above her bottom. "Nick's. Bunny. Bitch." He continued up her back, and along her shoulder blades, and then her arms -- each time reading aloud what he was writing, to let Judy know every hurtful name, every insulting claim, and every bit of shame he was marking her with.
Judy kept murmuring her assent as he did so; even when his knot softened and shrunk, and he flipped her over to mark her chest. She even begged him to let her add some suggestions of her own, until most of her body was scrawled over. Only her head and paws uncovered. If Judy covered up, no one would know what she had covering her body.
As she slid off his cock, he hugged her. "I can't believe I won't see you for months."
She nestled her head in on his chest, "Me neither. How will I cope without my master."
"It's okay Judy," he smiled at her, enjoying her warmth. "You don't have to call me that any more."
"I know Master." She snuggled closer, and soon he felt her snoring gently.
Carefully moving the pillows back to their normal position, Nick slid Judy into a more comfortable sleeping position. He grabbed the towel from where Judy and thrown it, and draped it over the damp spot on the sheets. He took one last look at Judy's sleeping form before he turned off the lights and crawled into bed to join her.
In some ways, this had been the last night of freedom for both of them.