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“You can’t run forever, Wilde.” Trudy hissed into her walkie-talkie as she ran down the empty, snowy streets of Tundratown. The winter chill was nothing compared to the ice that ran through her veins at the thought of her former partner’s betrayal.
Rick was a suave, smooth talking con artist. But he was the kind of fox who liked making a quick buck. Noncommittal, ready to move on to the next mark as soon as his earnings were collected.
Until he met Trudy Cabbagepatch.
She was his longest con yet. He feigned interest in her silly dreams of being a cop, helped her uncover Bellwether’s treacherous plot, resurrected Reptile Ravine with her, convinced her to become his wife…
Then ran off with her savings to catch a flight to Outback Island.
It was a crime that would net him, at the very most, 15 years in the clink. If it were up to her, he would get more for the emotional distress he caused her.
All she could hear was a beep, then the rhythmic pants of her ex-lover as he ran at full speed.
“You’ll never get the upper-paw, Cabbagepatch. Don’t take what happened so personally. It’s just a hustle, sweetheart.”
Trudy huffed, her run increasing to a sprint as she checked all surroundings for where he could be.
In the corner of her eye, she noticed a tiny figure scurrying behind an abandoned warehouse.
“Finnick!” Trudy exclaimed, turning and running towards him.
It took her no effort to catch up to and grab the fennec by his tiny neck. Finnick was unhappy with the motion, his little claws scraping at Trudy’s paw.
“Judy – cut it out –“
“That’s Trudy to you,” Trudy corrected him hotly, “And I don’t take orders from you. Tell me where Rick went and I’ll let you leave unscathed.”
Finnick snarled.
“I don’t know what game you two are playing, but I’m not getting paid enough to carry on this charade. The fox went that way.” He pointed towards a fenced property. Trudy dropped Finnick, running to find her target.
Tundratown Limo Service
There was a sharp twinge in her heart at the sight of this spot. The fence was closed with the chain keeping the property secure. Mr. Big’s limos were lined up neatly from within. And in the snow, unmistakable paw prints that pathed their way to the fence and beyond. Trudy smirked, burrowing a hole beneath. She popped up on the other side, carefully tracking Rick’s footsteps. She held her walkie-talkie up to her mouth.
“The night may be getting colder, but I’m getting warmer.” Trudy said as she followed his tracks to one of the empty limos. She reached forward to open the rear passenger door when a gloved arm wrapped around her mouth from behind.
“Firstly, that line was corny. Secondly, there’s no way you thought I would make myself that easy to catch. Tsk, tsk, Cabbagepatch. I expected better from you.”
“Mmmph-!” Trudy protested, her words of anger muffled by his hand.
“You’re under arrest, Trudy Cabbagepatch, for disrupting my evening on the way to the airport for an entirely innocent vacation. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you,” he responded smugly. To add salt to Trudy’s emblematic wound, he slid her carrot pen right beneath her neck. Then with a gentle tug on one of her ears, he pulled her backwards.
“You’re coming with me,” he said, his voice a low and intimate caress.
Trudy stood in the cold, shivering, as Rick secured a blindfold over her eyes. Everything was pitch black as he held her by the hand and guided her into one of the limos. She was unsure whether or not it was the one she initially walked up to when she had found him, but that didn’t matter now.
“You’re being awfully compliant, Cabbagepatch.”
“Maybe I’m quietly plotting my revenge.”
He chuckled at that. For a moment there was silence. Then, the unzipping of a bag could be heard, followed by the clink of metal.
“I have trouble believing that. Since when do you acquiesce without at least putting up a fight? I have a different theory. I think…” Rick grabbed her arms, slipping the handcuffs on. “…That you want to be held captive by me.”
Trudy scoffed, but the skin beneath her fur was warming up at his not-entirely-inaccurate accusation.
“Maybe a small part of me wants to believe that you actually cared. Maybe I’m not putting up a fight because I don’t want to lay my paws on you.”
Rick tutted, booping her nose.
“Love has made you weak, my dear Trudy. And maybe you don’t want to lay your paws on me… But I’m going to place mine all over you.”
Trudy gasped as he gave a free demonstration. He ran his paws down her torso, then looped around to give her ass a squeeze.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” He said solemnly, quoting Romeow and Juliet, “Once you’ve fulfilled your obligation to me, I’ll let you be a free bunny once more.”
“And what obligation do I have to you?” Trudy asked angrily.
“This sexy little body of yours,” Rick murmured, “will be mine to play with for the next hour.”
Trudy squirmed, the growing dampness between her thighs causing her fur to clump together.
Rick leaned in to whisper in her ear, and for a moment the fantasy was suspended.
“Carrots. Do you remember your safe word?” Nick asked.
Judy nodded.
“Say it to me.” He commanded.
“Coconut,” she murmured.
“And if you can’t use your words? What then?”
Judy’s left ear twitched twice.
“Good girl.” Nick gave her a light kiss on the cheek, before slipping his mask on once more as he backed away.
“On your knees, Cabbagepatch.”
Trudy obeyed, dropping to her knees. She could hear Rick retreating, rummaging through his bag again before he made his way back to her.
“Open your mouth.”
Again, she obeyed, sticking her tongue out in anticipation. She could hear the smile in his voice as he cupped her chin, wagging her face around tauntingly.
“If only all our other colleagues knew that the big bad Trudy Cabbagepatch is secretly a fox-loving whore.”
Trudy didn’t respond, her body aching for whatever Rick was going to place in her mouth.
He dragged the moment out as long as he could, then carefully placed something atop her tongue. It was cold and sweet.
A pawpsicle.
“Wrap your mouth around it.” She obeyed, like he knew she would, and sucked on it for him. The frozen treat melted quickly in her mouth, the juice dripping around her lips, and leading a sugary trail down her fur.
After a few moments, he pulled the emptied stick out. She heard him shift, presumably dropping to his knees, then he grabbed her vest, unzipping it slowly. He tossed it to the side, paws gripping at her top. She could hear the fabric tear as he dragged a claw down, forcing it open.
Trudy bristled beneath his touch.
“You better plan on replacing this when you’re finished.” She said.
Rick snorted, “I don’t take orders from you.”
Trudy fixed her mouth to give a snappy reply, but any words that she’d been ready to say were immediately forgotten when he tugged her shirt apart fully, exposing her perky breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, a natural response to the chilly air. Then she felt his face come closer, his hot mouth closing around one of her nipples.
He sucked on her breasts roughly, teeth grazing just enough for the sensation to teeter between pleasure and pain. Trudy moaned, arching her chest into his mouth.
She protested softly when he pulled away, going back to that damn bag to pull yet another mysterious object out of his bag. When he came back, he pressed it to her nipples, which were damp with his saliva.
“Oh-!” She yelped. From cold to warm to cold again. Another pawpsicle. She could feel the recognizable pawprint design as he drew little circles around her breasts. The juice continued to melt into her fur. He leaned in and sucked the juices out, trailing his mouth from her neck all the way down to her belly. He placed the pawpsicle into her mouth, then rearranged his hands to play with her nipples while she sucked on it.
“Do you like this? Does it feel good?” Rick asked.
Trudy nodded.
“One last fuck, Trudy Cabbagepatch, then I’ll be out of your life furever,” he whispered, his voice a mixture of honey and sin. She could hear the whizz of his zipper, the sound of him pulling his trousers down. Her heart was thrumming so hard that she could feel it in her ears.
He pulled the pawpsicle out of her mouth and replaced it with his cock.
Trudy was ready for his intrusion, as she always was. They’d shared many nights together and knew each other’s bodies well. She knew what he liked, and how to make him cum.
She bobbed her head forward and back, her tongue remaining under the bottom of his shaft as she let her drool pool up all over his cock and dribble to the limo carpet. She took him in all at once, letting herself gag on him, knowing how much he liked it.
He let out a shaky breath, his paw making its way to the back of her head.
“Just like that, Judy,” Nick moaned, evidently so overtaken by the pleasure that he broke character.
The rabbit trembled, a giggle caught in her throat, unable to escape due to how her mouth was currently occupied. Instead, she sunk her teeth into him ever so slightly.
He jolted.
“I-I mean Trudy,” he corrected himself, flustered at his mistake.
Trudy planned to milk that for all its worth – amongst other things.
She pulled herself from him completely, unable to do anything but let her drool drip down the bottom of her chin.
“What’s wrong, Ricky-poo?” She taunted. “Bunny got your tongue?”
She could hear his sharp inhale of breath.
“Watch it, unless you want to get spanked.”
Trudy snickered.
“And what if I do?” She leaned forward, peppering his cock with feather-light kisses. “I’m a cop, Rick. I’m not afraid of a little pain.”
Then she deepthroated him again, savoring the way his cock twitched with every inch she swallowed.
“It’s a shame you’ve decided to abandon me and the beautiful life we were building together. This is the last time you’ll ever get to feel my mouth wrapped around your–“
He shoved himself into her mouth again and started thrusting. He was close, and ready to spill every last drop into her. He shuddered as he came, receding slightly to ensure his cum went down Trudy’s throat smoothly. What a gentlefox.
He pulled himself out of her mouth, both of them panting. Then she heard him moving, leaning down so that they were eye-to-eye and captured her mouth in a kiss that had her arousal dripping down her thighs. His tongue dipped into her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. She realized he was searching for any remnants of him inside. He pulled away, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“You swallowed every drop,” he commented.
“I always do.” She replied.
He helped her up to her feet and guided her to another area of the limo.
“Watch your step,” Rick warned. He tapped one of her legs, indicating that she needed to make a step up. She did as prompted, her knees sliding onto smooth leather.
We’re moving onto the car seat, she thought to herself.
Rick placed his paws on her hips, adjusting her onto the seat in the exact position he wanted her, and her body thrummed at the idea of being used by him.
He laid her down on her back, making sure her arms, which were still handcuffed, were comfortably positioned above her head. He undid her belt, pulling her pants down slowly. His breath hitched once he’d stripped her bare.
“No panties?” He asked, his tone going from smug to hungry.
“If you’re going to abandon me, you might as well see what you’re missing out on.”
He buried his snout into one of her supple thighs.
“If I were ever on death row, I’d want this to be my last meal,” he said, clearly entranced by the sight of her, not even acknowledging her words. She felt his claws line her lips, then he spread her open like a flower.
He leaned in and began feasting. His tongue was long and slender, the perfect size to eat her out. It slithered over her clit like a snake and left her shuddering.
She wondered if Rick remembered she was supposed to be the one servicing him. Perhaps, in servicing her he was servicing himself. He’d always had a voracious appetite, but once he tried to steal away with the last remaining funds from their joint bank account, she had trouble knowing what was real and what was pretend. If he was pretending now, he was one hell of an actor.
She was close, dangerously close, dripping on his tongue while he faithfully lapped up every bit of her essence. Her back arched as her pleasure reached her peak–
And he pulled away from her cunt, pressing a kiss to her thigh.
She yelped in protest.
“What’s the matter, Cabbagepatch? Did you forget that I get to have my way with you?” He shifted and pulled yet another mystery object out of his bag. “You will cum when I allow it.”
He began rubbing a foreign object against her cunt. It was cool on her sensitive skin, and felt like plastic. He slipped it in and gently fucked her with it. She couldn’t help moaning when Rick used his free paw to play with her clit. He lowered his head, swiping his tongue over her cunt every so often.
“You are absolutely soaked,” he commented, sounding awed. He siphoned some of her juices from out of her fur with his mouth, sucking each damp spot thoroughly. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“Yes,” Trudy gritted the word out, her brow drenched with sweat.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” She repeated, getting agitated at how close she was to release.
Damn that fox. That was the pitfall of having a lover that knew just how to please you; they could form that knowledge into their own torturous weapon.
And torture her he did. She still couldn’t see, but she knew he was eyeing the cues of her body and slowing his ministrations every time she was close to orgasm. He climbed her up the peak of pleasure, bringing her right back to base before she could reach it.
“Beg for it.” He told her, his voice bereft of its usual smug undertone. He was entirely serious, having swapped out whatever he’d inserted into her to fuck her with his own hand instead.
He’d broken her down too much for her to scrape up even an ounce of her pride.
“Please, Nick,” she whimpered, “please let me come.”
He fell deathly silent, so silent that for a moment she wondered if she had done something wrong. The blindfold that had been covering her eyes was snatched off of her face.
In the dimly lit limousine, Rick loomed over her like a predator creeping up to its prey before slaughter. In his hand was her carrot recorder pen. He jabbed the stem.
“Please, Nick, please let me come,” her voice echoed throughout the vehicle. Then he slid his tongue along the length of it to suck off her juices. Her eyes widened in realization.
“You broke character,” he said with a grin. Then he leaned over, caging the length of her body, and with a roll of his hips, he penetrated her with his cock. The glide into her was mortifyingly easy. She was wet to the point of being slippery, not unlike the icy streets of the town they were currently defiling. He bottomed out into her with every thrust, their moans and gasps intermingling to create a mischievous melody.
“Nick- Rick-“ Trudy stumbled over her words. His claws were digging into her hips, her dainty breasts jiggling with every movement.
He stopped, flipped her over so that her face was buried into the leather, then propped her pretty rump up, her knees folded beneath her stomach. He lowered himself, pinching her tail and eating her from behind voraciously. Her teeth bit into the leather as she furiously tried to stay silent.
Then his cock was inside of her again, pounding mercilessly.
“You were never supposed to fall in love with me, but I’m so damn glad that you did.” He grunted, and Judy wasn’t sure if Nick was still playing his character when he said that.
She was certain her teeth tore the leather seat, and she was silently screaming as her toes curled from the pleasure. Finally, she orgasmed, feeling herself cream all over his cock. Rick followed not too long after, his cock spurting into her.
With a final smack on her ass, he pulled himself out carefully, turning her onto her back again. She watched as he lowered himself to her cunt, dipping that filthy tongue of his into her and cleaning her from the inside out. His devilish green eyes stayed on her the entire time, before he pulled away, his muzzle covered with both his and her cum. Then he came back up to her, tapping her cheek once. She already knew what he wanted, opening wide with her tongue out. He spat his cum into her mouth, watching it slide down her tongue as he captured her in a sloppy kiss. They stayed there for a few moments, letting their tongues play with each other, before Rick pulled away.
“And scene,” Nick whispered, unbinding Judy from her handcuffs with his key.
Judy stretched her arms, feeling her joints pop as she did so. She burrowed herself into Nick, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her and sat upright against the seat.
“Mr. Big is gonna kill us when he finds out why I rented this.” Nick muttered.
Judy laughed.
“I can curry favor with him, don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”
He kissed her on the cheek.
“How was it?”
Despite the winter cold, Judy felt herself warm up at that question.
“It was alright.”
“Please, Nick, please let me come–“
“HEY!” Judy lunged forward, trying to grab that damn pen out of his claws.
He anticipated the attempt and kept it just out of reach.
“Be honest with me, carrots.”
Judy pouted.
“It… was amazing. I loved it.”
“You really surprised me when you told me about that fantasy.”
Judy plunged her face into Nick’s chest fully, trying to keep herself obscured.
“Don’t do that,” he said with a shake of the head, pulling her up so that he could look into her eyes. “We’re partners. We can tell each other anything. You know I won’t judge you for it.”
Judy was entirely bashful now.
“I can never let my guard down, especially in this profession.” She said, contemplative.
“Never let them see that they get to you,” Nick said, echoing an adage he’d shared with her, once upon a time.
“But when I’m with you, I feel safe. Secure. Warm. Even in the coldest nights, even in the shadiest parts of the city. When I’m with you, no matter what, I know I’ll always be okay.” She placed her paw in his. “For once I wanted to let myself be vulnerable and bare. I wanted to relinquish the control I've clung to my entire life. I wanted to put all of my trust into you, knowing you would never take advantage of it.”
Their mouths found each other again and they clung to each other in a fierce, unyielding embrace. Afterwards, they gathered their clothes. Nick pulled out a spare shirt for Judy to wear underneath her vest and tossed the ripped one into his bag.
There was a rap on the car window, and without waiting for a response, Koslov opened the door. He peeked his large head inside.
“Your time’s up, Wilde.” He said, his face scrunching up as he sniffed the interior suspiciously and glanced between the two of them. “Hey… what were you two doing in here?”
“Nothing bad,” Judy said quickly. Too quickly.
“Just played a titillating round of checkers,” Nick added with a charming grin.
“Please Nick, please let me come,” Judy’s carrot pen sang from beneath Nick’s foot.
“Damn it,” he hissed, kicking it away.
Koslov flinched, his face contorted in disgust.
“Please don’t tell Mr. Big.” Judy begged.