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Mac and cheese wasn't the most romantic of flavor but on Honey's tongue, anything tasted good. When he pulled away from the kiss she let a soft moan escape into his neck fur. Sweat beaded up all over their naked bodies. Their fingers caressing through their soaked fur. Nick had her pinned against the wall of the bathroom stall, which was fantastically cool to the touch. One of Honey's legs were wrapped around the small of his back and he was buried to the hilt inside of her.\n\n“Thank you for agreeing to come to lunch with me.”\n\nHoney's quiet voice trembled with each panting breath. It reminded him of the time when they first started dating. They would sneak around for a precious few moments to explore one another. Spending time wasn't easy when the workload outweighed the time off. They managed and those were some of the most precious times. Now they were sneaking around for a completely different reason.\n\n“Sixty-eight percent, am I right?”\n\n“I can't believe it. You're actually excited about having a baby with me.”\n\n“I was always excited about it, I was just too afraid to get my hopes up.”\n\n“I know. I was scared too.”\n\nNick grunted and flexed as he forced his knot from her. He could feel her claws digging into his shoulders but she didn't make a sound of protest. Once he was out, she clasped her legs together tightly. Nick ran his fingers from the side of her muzzle all the way back to her rounded ears a glimmer of concerned on his face. Anytime he ever pulled his knot out of her, he knew it hurt and it always concerned him but as always she simply smiled letting him know that she was alright.\n\nNick cleaned himself up with a wad of toilet paper before starting to get dressed. Honey stood leaning against the stall squeezing her legs tighter to keep every ounce of his seed inside of her. Nick buttoned his pants before kissing a line down Honey's sweaty back.\n\n“I have to go help Benny with that stupid octopus ride but I really want to lay out for a few minutes to...well you know why.”\n\n“Oh, I do. Don't worry about it, I'll swing by and help Benny out. I'm already limbered up from doing my heavy lifting for the day.”\n\n“Are you saying I'm fat?” Honey giggled as she carefully pulled her panties on.\n\n“Perish the thought, I love every inch of you. I'll prove it to you tonight.”\n\n“What two times in one day? Who are you and what have you done to my fox?”\n\n“I bet you wish I was someone else.”\n\n“What would make you say that?”\n\n“Oh, Officer Dirk Ride'em.”\n\n“You shit. Build a table from wood, no one calls you a carpenter. Role play once and you're marked as a freak for life.”\n\n“I never said that..” Nick smirked. “Miss Gash...Miss Helluva Gash.” His old spy movie accent didn't impress his blushing girlfriend.\n\n“You know what, I'll take a rain cheque on sex tonight, thank you.” Honey giggled.\n\n“Ha, my plan to get out of sex worked. I'm a genius.”\n\nHoney pulled Nick to her, pushing her lips to his. “Well, now I know it was a hustle, double dipping may be on the menu.”\n\n“Good lord, you guys do go on.” A booming voice called from somewhere in the room.\n\nBoth of them hushed up, huddling together like horny teenagers on the verge of getting caught fooling around. The sound of small paw pads against the tiled floor coming closer to the stall they were hiding in. Honey pushed her face against his, snorting a laugh. Nick's eyes narrowed in a scolding fashion.\n\n“Yo, Nick, Honey?”\n\nNick didn't say anything he just planted a kiss on the badger's lips. Which made her flat-out giggle causing it to echo through the bathroom. Finnick started chuckling as well. He rapped his knuckles on the door. If the jig wasn't up before, it was now.\n\n“I know you two are in there. I'm not an idiot. I can smell the depravity you kids have been up too from the hall.”\n\n“Oh my god!” Honey blushed brightly.\n\n“Don't worry about it, boo. You're in heat and looking for a bun in the 'ol oven. I may look like a goddamn toddler but believe it or not, I did attend sex ed class. Taught a couple of 'em too.” Finnick chuckled leaning his back against the door.\n\n“Alright, alright, you caught us, bud. Give Honey a second to get dressed and we'll be right out.”\n\n“That's cool. Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to take your sperm donor away for the afternoon, Honey.”\n\n“Why, what's going on?”\n\n“I just talked to Mr. Bart.”\n\nNick's eyes went wide, his heart skipping a beat at the mention of the name. Mr. Bart had spent the better part of the last eight years in a minimum security prison and Nick was the one who put him there. What could the old man want? Furthermore, how did he get in contact with Finnick? The sweat on his skin went cold as if a ghost passed right through him. The visual fear on his face brought Honey's hand to his cheek. The sudden touch brought his gaze to meet hers, but he was looking past her to somewhere else entirely.\n\n“Mr. Bart?”\n\n“Yeah, he wants to meet with you?”\n\n“Meet with...why?”\n\n“Dude, I don't know. All I know is that he asked for you and I gave my word I'd bring you.”\n\n“How did he even get in contact with you?”\n\n“I don't know! I was on the phone with him for all of two minutes. I didn't have time to play twenty questions. Now come out so we can get this shit over with.” Nick could tell that Finnick was losing his patience.\n\nHoney comforted him with a soft kiss on the cheek. “It'll be alright, there's nothing he can do to you now.” Her voice was that of an angel, soothing the fear in his heart, it almost brought tears to his eyes.\n\n“Alright, I'll go.” Nick returned the kiss before unlatching the door. “I'll be back later, sweetie.”\n\n“I'll be waiting.”\n\n\n\nNick rested his forehead against the window of Finnick's old van. The clunker rumbled unhealthily as they passed just beyond the outskirts of the Zootopia city limits. The fox assumed it was the safest place to keep the jails and prisons. To him, the long drive was nothing more than a huge inconvenience. That, and the chance to dwell on the images of his past. Nick looked down at his watch feeling bad that he didn't keep his promise of helping Benny while Honey got to lay down for a bit. At least she didn't seem too disappointed.\n\n“Don't worry about it so much, bro.”\n\n“I am worried about it, though.” Nick pulled a cigarette from the pack in his breast pocket, lighting it. His green eyes tracing the dancing flame before snuffing it out with a flick of the lighter. “I hate him.”\n\n“I know you do, dude. The guy was a total dick that screwed a bunch of us up for life.”\n\n“Well, then why did you agree to bring me to see him?”\n\n“Because he's dying, man.” Nick pulled his sunglasses down his muzzle so he could look into Nick's eyes.\n\n“Good, I hope he does die and I hope it fucking hurts.”\n\nNick punched the dashboard hard enough to shimmy the whole van. Finnick slammed on the brakes pulling to the side of the road. A loud honk from behind blared as a small car breezed right past them in a hurry. The zebra behind the wheel shouted something derogatory at Finnick but the little fox ignored him. Instead, he chose to deal with Nick.\n\n“You gotta let go of these demons, man. It's eating you up inside.”\n\n“You...you don't know-”\n\n“I do know! I was right there with you through all of it. I remember the horrible things he said to you in that courtroom. These giant ass ears aren't just for picking up chicks, Nick.”\n\n\n\nNick slipped back there for only the briefest of moments. Everything seemed like second sight now, a hazy moment of emotion clouded by pain, physical at first then replaced by emotional pain.\n\n“Bartholomew J. Deets, I find you guilty of the multiple counts of child slavery, first-degree fraud, embezzlement, and child neglect.”\n\nShouting filled the courtroom, angry voices demanding more, they demanded blood. Eighteen-year-old Nick sat in his seat next to his lawyer clutching the documents. The deeds to Bart's All Pred Amusement Park. The documents were signed by Mr. Bart himself but the pen scribbles were laced with alcohol. Nick did what he had to get those signatures. Not really the hero type, all he cared about was saving his friends, Saving himself.\n\n“It is for the peace of mind for Mr. Wilde and this court that I issue sentencing now. You're sentenced to two hundred thirty-five years in a minimum security prison. No hope for bail, no hope for appeals.”\n\nThe smooth fox wasn't so smooth when the judge delivered his ruling. The minute the gavel struck that was when the explosion rocked the room. Nick had never seen Mr. Bart so angry. Feeling the smooth fox's hands closing around Nick's neck, strangling him. It took three bailiffs and Finnick to pull them apart. When the younger fox tried to swallow it caught on the lump in this throat. For a moment, his ears were ringing but he could still hear the smooth fox's final words before he was drug from the courtroom.\n\n“You gained nothing. You destroyed a family is what you did, just as I destroyed your family. Vengeance is sweet, it's so sweet!. Give my regards to your mother, if you can!”\n\nTwenty-Two-year-old Finnick was there to comfort Nick, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You alright, dog?”\n\n“My mother.” Nick wheezed.\n\n“We'll find her, bother.”\n\nAnd find her they did. Mallory Wilde no longer lived in her home in the broken down part of town. She moved to a much nicer location, the St. Mariah Cemetery. It was a lovely spot under a lush green tree. Nick thought it was humorous that his mother finally got the backyard she'd wanted for so long. The plain headstone simply said her name and year she was born and the year she died. Obviously, commissioned by someone who didn't know her, they'd forgotten to mention she had been a wonderful mother.\n\nNick visited her for a time, planting a ring of flowers in the dirt around where her head would be. It was much like the flower crowns she used to tell him about. Nick spent long hours talking about what he'd done since Mr. Bart took him away. Sometimes he thought he could hear her responses.\n\n'That's nice, dear. You should get something to eat, you're nothing but skin and bones.'\n\nNick laughed at that thought, not out loud, of course, because the laugh would be choked by the tears that always loomed around him when he visited his mother. “Look who's talking.”\n\n“Hey, man.” Finnick came up behind him.\n\nNick quickly wiped his nose and his eyes so he didn't look like he was crying. “Oh hey, mom, I want you to meet my best friend, Finnick.”\n\nIt had only been the fourteenth time Nick introduced him to her. “What's up girl, I really dig your style.”\n\nThe joke was poor but it still made Nick laugh. “Get out of here with that shit, man.”\n\n“Sorry, couldn't help myself. It was either that or I make a joke about jumping your mom's bones. I took the road less traveled.”\n\n“What did you find out about mom?”\n\n“It ain't good, Nick.”\n\n“Obviously, she's dead.”\n\n“Yeah.”\n\nNick was beside himself as the small fox read the cause of death. It seemed surreal to Nick as if it was a joke but the kind that wasn't meant to be funny. It was so different from what he expected that he felt sick to his stomach. Mallory Wilde wasn't one to give up, never was. Yet here she laid, six feet under the cold ground a victim to the white pills she took whenever she got stressed. After Nick heard, the tears stopped and Nick never visited his mother again.\n\n\n\n“You gotta let this shit go. Don't instill this hate into your baby. You're a good dude, that's why I'm always with you.”\n\n“I just-”\n\n“I know, you hate him. But as mad as you are at Mr. Bart for taking you away from your mama. You should be mad at your mama for taking herself away from you.”\n\n“What? What kinda thing is that to say?”\n\n“It sucks what happened but she should have had faith, my brother.” Finnick played with the tattered gold cross around his neck. “She should have looked up at god and ask 'em for guidance.”\n\n“She didn't believe in god as far as I know.”\n\n“Fair enough, that's her prerogative. At the very least she should have had faith in you!”\n\nNick's mouth hung open for a long moment trying to think of something to say. There wasn't anything. Finnick was wise beyond his years and even though Nick wasn't the religious type, he did respect that the little fox had faith enough for all. They'd been through hell together and Finnick had been the most consistent thing in his life. Maybe he was right, maybe it was time to let go.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Bad for Business
The kiss lingered for a long time. Mac and cheese wasn't the most romantic of flavor but on Honey's tongue, anything tasted good. When he pulled away from the kiss she let a soft moan escape into his neck fur. Sweat beaded up all over their naked bodies. Their fingers caressing through their soaked fur. Nick had her pinned against the wall of the bathroom stall, which was fantastically cool to the touch. One of Honey's legs were wrapped around the small of his back and he was buried to the hilt inside of her.
“Thank you for agreeing to come to lunch with me.”
Honey's quiet voice trembled with each panting breath. It reminded him of the time when they first started dating. They would sneak around for a precious few moments to explore one another. Spending time wasn't easy when the workload outweighed the time off. They managed and those were some of the most precious times. Now they were sneaking around for a completely different reason.
“Sixty-eight percent, am I right?”
“I can't believe it. You're actually excited about having a baby with me.”
“I was always excited about it, I was just too afraid to get my hopes up.”
“I know. I was scared too.”
Nick grunted and flexed as he forced his knot from her. He could feel her claws digging into his shoulders but she didn't make a sound of protest. Once he was out, she clasped her legs together tightly. Nick ran his fingers from the side of her muzzle all the way back to her rounded ears a glimmer of concerned on his face. Anytime he ever pulled his knot out of her, he knew it hurt and it always concerned him but as always she simply smiled letting him know that she was alright.
Nick cleaned himself up with a wad of toilet paper before starting to get dressed. Honey stood leaning against the stall squeezing her legs tighter to keep every ounce of his seed inside of her. Nick buttoned his pants before kissing a line down Honey's sweaty back.
“I have to go help Benny with that stupid octopus ride but I really want to lay out for a few minutes to...well you know why.”
“Oh, I do. Don't worry about it, I'll swing by and help Benny out. I'm already limbered up from doing my heavy lifting for the day.”
“Are you saying I'm fat?” Honey giggled as she carefully pulled her panties on.
“Perish the thought, I love every inch of you. I'll prove it to you tonight.”
“What two times in one day? Who are you and what have you done to my fox?”
“I bet you wish I was someone else.”
“What would make you say that?”
“Oh, Officer Dirk Ride'em.”
“You shit. Build a table from wood, no one calls you a carpenter. Role play once and you're marked as a freak for life.”
“I never said that..” Nick smirked. “Miss Gash...Miss Helluva Gash.” His old spy movie accent didn't impress his blushing girlfriend.
“You know what, I'll take a rain cheque on sex tonight, thank you.” Honey giggled.
“Ha, my plan to get out of sex worked. I'm a genius.”
Honey pulled Nick to her, pushing her lips to his. “Well, now I know it was a hustle, double dipping may be on the menu.”
“Good lord, you guys do go on.” A booming voice called from somewhere in the room.
Both of them hushed up, huddling together like horny teenagers on the verge of getting caught fooling around. The sound of small paw pads against the tiled floor coming closer to the stall they were hiding in. Honey pushed her face against his, snorting a laugh. Nick's eyes narrowed in a scolding fashion.
“Yo, Nick, Honey?”
Nick didn't say anything he just planted a kiss on the badger's lips. Which made her flat-out giggle causing it to echo through the bathroom. Finnick started chuckling as well. He rapped his knuckles on the door. If the jig wasn't up before, it was now.
“I know you two are in there. I'm not an idiot. I can smell the depravity you kids have been up too from the hall.”
“Oh my god!” Honey blushed brightly.
“Don't worry about it, boo. You're in heat and looking for a bun in the 'ol oven. I may look like a goddamn toddler but believe it or not, I did attend sex ed class. Taught a couple of 'em too.” Finnick chuckled leaning his back against the door.
“Alright, alright, you caught us, bud. Give Honey a second to get dressed and we'll be right out.”
“That's cool. Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to take your sperm donor away for the afternoon, Honey.”
“Why, what's going on?”
“I just talked to Mr. Bart.”
Nick's eyes went wide, his heart skipping a beat at the mention of the name. Mr. Bart had spent the better part of the last eight years in a minimum security prison and Nick was the one who put him there. What could the old man want? Furthermore, how did he get in contact with Finnick? The sweat on his skin went cold as if a ghost passed right through him. The visual fear on his face brought Honey's hand to his cheek. The sudden touch brought his gaze to meet hers, but he was looking past her to somewhere else entirely.
“Mr. Bart?”
“Yeah, he wants to meet with you?”
“Meet with...why?”
“Dude, I don't know. All I know is that he asked for you and I gave my word I'd bring you.”
“How did he even get in contact with you?”
“I don't know! I was on the phone with him for all of two minutes. I didn't have time to play twenty questions. Now come out so we can get this shit over with.” Nick could tell that Finnick was losing his patience.
Honey comforted him with a soft kiss on the cheek. “It'll be alright, there's nothing he can do to you now.” Her voice was that of an angel, soothing the fear in his heart, it almost brought tears to his eyes.
“Alright, I'll go.” Nick returned the kiss before unlatching the door. “I'll be back later, sweetie.”
“I'll be waiting.”
Nick rested his forehead against the window of Finnick's old van. The clunker rumbled unhealthily as they passed just beyond the outskirts of the Zootopia city limits. The fox assumed it was the safest place to keep the jails and prisons. To him, the long drive was nothing more than a huge inconvenience. That, and the chance to dwell on the images of his past. Nick looked down at his watch feeling bad that he didn't keep his promise of helping Benny while Honey got to lay down for a bit. At least she didn't seem too disappointed.
“Don't worry about it so much, bro.”
“I am worried about it, though.” Nick pulled a cigarette from the pack in his breast pocket, lighting it. His green eyes tracing the dancing flame before snuffing it out with a flick of the lighter. “I hate him.”
“I know you do, dude. The guy was a total dick that screwed a bunch of us up for life.”
“Well, then why did you agree to bring me to see him?”
“Because he's dying, man.” Nick pulled his sunglasses down his muzzle so he could look into Nick's eyes.
“Good, I hope he does die and I hope it fucking hurts.”
Nick punched the dashboard hard enough to shimmy the whole van. Finnick slammed on the brakes pulling to the side of the road. A loud honk from behind blared as a small car breezed right past them in a hurry. The zebra behind the wheel shouted something derogatory at Finnick but the little fox ignored him. Instead, he chose to deal with Nick.
“You gotta let go of these demons, man. It's eating you up inside.”
“You...you don't know-”
“I do know! I was right there with you through all of it. I remember the horrible things he said to you in that courtroom. These giant ass ears aren't just for picking up chicks, Nick.”
Nick slipped back there for only the briefest of moments. Everything seemed like second sight now, a hazy moment of emotion clouded by pain, physical at first then replaced by emotional pain.
“Bartholomew J. Deets, I find you guilty of the multiple counts of child slavery, first-degree fraud, embezzlement, and child neglect.”
Shouting filled the courtroom, angry voices demanding more, they demanded blood. Eighteen-year-old Nick sat in his seat next to his lawyer clutching the documents. The deeds to Bart's All Pred Amusement Park. The documents were signed by Mr. Bart himself but the pen scribbles were laced with alcohol. Nick did what he had to get those signatures. Not really the hero type, all he cared about was saving his friends, Saving himself.
“It is for the peace of mind for Mr. Wilde and this court that I issue sentencing now. You're sentenced to two hundred thirty-five years in a minimum security prison. No hope for bail, no hope for appeals.”
The smooth fox wasn't so smooth when the judge delivered his ruling. The minute the gavel struck that was when the explosion rocked the room. Nick had never seen Mr. Bart so angry. Feeling the smooth fox's hands closing around Nick's neck, strangling him. It took three bailiffs and Finnick to pull them apart. When the younger fox tried to swallow it caught on the lump in this throat. For a moment, his ears were ringing but he could still hear the smooth fox's final words before he was drug from the courtroom.
“You gained nothing. You destroyed a family is what you did, just as I destroyed your family. Vengeance is sweet, it's so sweet!. Give my regards to your mother, if you can!”
Twenty-Two-year-old Finnick was there to comfort Nick, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You alright, dog?”
“My mother.” Nick wheezed.
“We'll find her, bother.”
And find her they did. Mallory Wilde no longer lived in her home in the broken down part of town. She moved to a much nicer location, the St. Mariah Cemetery. It was a lovely spot under a lush green tree. Nick thought it was humorous that his mother finally got the backyard she'd wanted for so long. The plain headstone simply said her name and year she was born and the year she died. Obviously, commissioned by someone who didn't know her, they'd forgotten to mention she had been a wonderful mother.
Nick visited her for a time, planting a ring of flowers in the dirt around where her head would be. It was much like the flower crowns she used to tell him about. Nick spent long hours talking about what he'd done since Mr. Bart took him away. Sometimes he thought he could hear her responses.
'That's nice, dear. You should get something to eat, you're nothing but skin and bones.'
Nick laughed at that thought, not out loud, of course, because the laugh would be choked by the tears that always loomed around him when he visited his mother. “Look who's talking.”
“Hey, man.” Finnick came up behind him.
Nick quickly wiped his nose and his eyes so he didn't look like he was crying. “Oh hey, mom, I want you to meet my best friend, Finnick.”
It had only been the fourteenth time Nick introduced him to her. “What's up girl, I really dig your style.”
The joke was poor but it still made Nick laugh. “Get out of here with that shit, man.”
“Sorry, couldn't help myself. It was either that or I make a joke about jumping your mom's bones. I took the road less traveled.”
“What did you find out about mom?”
“It ain't good, Nick.”
“Obviously, she's dead.”
“Yeah.”
Nick was beside himself as the small fox read the cause of death. It seemed surreal to Nick as if it was a joke but the kind that wasn't meant to be funny. It was so different from what he expected that he felt sick to his stomach. Mallory Wilde wasn't one to give up, never was. Yet here she laid, six feet under the cold ground a victim to the white pills she took whenever she got stressed. After Nick heard, the tears stopped and Nick never visited his mother again.
“You gotta let this shit go. Don't instill this hate into your baby. You're a good dude, that's why I'm always with you.”
“I just-”
“I know, you hate him. But as mad as you are at Mr. Bart for taking you away from your mama. You should be mad at your mama for taking herself away from you.”
“What? What kinda thing is that to say?”
“It sucks what happened but she should have had faith, my brother.” Finnick played with the tattered gold cross around his neck. “She should have looked up at god and ask 'em for guidance.”
“She didn't believe in god as far as I know.”
“Fair enough, that's her prerogative. At the very least she should have had faith in you!”
Nick's mouth hung open for a long moment trying to think of something to say. There wasn't anything. Finnick was wise beyond his years and even though Nick wasn't the religious type, he did respect that the little fox had faith enough for all. They'd been through hell together and Finnick had been the most consistent thing in his life. Maybe he was right, maybe it was time to let go.","pools_count":0,"title":"Zoodystopia Chapter 6","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"110","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}