[b][u][center]Nicks New Sex Toy[/center][/u][/b]

The day was bright and sunny, and it wasn't long before noon when the summer heat had drawn out a bumper crop of both locals and tourists to Zootopia's premier naturist club. Some were looking to cool off in the pools and escape the stifling temperatures, others to seek a different kind of heat in the shade. Nick Wilde's day had started bright and early, the fox spending all morning at his 'booth', an unused storage closet that looked out onto the pools, keeping an eye on the throngs of partygoers, there in theory to stop anything getting disorderly. (There were benefits to being one of the few ZPD officers willing to work in the nude; and surprisingly few who wanted them. Even his lapine partner had turned down the assignment to write parking tickets.)

Relatively speaking, it was a fairly easy morning for him; in spite of the large numbers of people, he only had to go out on a couple of occasions; once when a couple of voles swam out a bit too far in the big pool and needed a helping hand to get back, once when someone's tail was stepped on... nothing too horrible. So it was late morning when the heat finally began to get to him too. Even in the shade of the booth the air was heating up, and so was he. The big fox grabbing the chilled water bottle he'd brought with him and popping the cap before putting it to his lips and taking a swallow... then another... and ending up drinking over half of the bottle in one go before putting it back in the cooler. A guy could sure work up a thirst in this heat.

And not just for water either. As stoic as he was no man could be expected to maintain his composure around so many exposed and exotic bodies for ever. He didn't notice anything at first, other than a gradual, lightly unusual heaviness and heat settling into his crotch, which was a bit strange, since it'd only been a day since he'd last 'taken care of things'. But he shrugged it off; putting it far from his mind and stretching comfortably as he rose from his chair, stepping out into the sun to stretch his legs a little. If it kept up like this, he could just about handle it until that evening when he got home.

And then a bouncy red squirrel scurried right past him....and everything changed.

A startled grunt burst from his throat as the blood [b]slammed[/b] into his groin, the vulpine male looking down in confusion as his member began to quickly unsheath right under his nose, that fussy prison growing painfully tight as it struggled to let out what was already a growing knot. He couldn't recall [i]ever[/i] being this worked up this quickly. He felt another painful twinge from deep inside of his sheath, his cheeks burning as he hurriedly tugged at the soft furred skin before it got even [i]more[/i] uncomfortable, the startled fox able to only helplessly stare on in shock and embarrassment as his member practically leapt from his prepuce, reaching its full, pulsing mast in under half a minute. His cock didn't seem to be just hard, either; it was downright [i]raging[/i]; the throbbing pillar of meat swollen up visibly larger than normal and blushing an almost angry red. Veins bulged and pulsed obscenely all up and down its bobbing length as a large trickle of thick, cloudy pre fairly squirted from the pointed tip, spattering onto the floor and dripping onto his foot.

What the hell had brought [i]this[/i] on? Sure, he had a 'thing' for squirrels (That had recently been joined by a 'thing' for bunnies too.), they were like cute little foxes with buck teeth, but he'd never found one [i]that[/i] attractive... that irresistible before. Was it just the early summer hormones? The heat? The day spent around so much temptation? He looked around frantically, trying to find a place to hide before someone in the crowded club took notice of his 'problem'. As open-minded as people were here, it would still be rather embarrassing for him, Officer Wilde, smooth-talker and vixen's todd, to be seen in such a state.

Fortunately for him, he'd held out until right before lunch so when tried to sneak off to take care of things he was able to make it to a currently unoccupied area where the club's staff would often take lunch break. It was a small area just off of the main 'beach', surrounded by a bunch of walls with trees painted rather convincingly on them. Inside was little more than a bare concrete room and some fold-out tables. It was dark, and private, but didn't attract too many 'friendly couples' due to the unappealing nature of the environment. That didn't matter to Nick one bit, he needed to blow off some steam and do it fast, the ambiance was he [i]last[/i] thing on his mind.

The usual stuff was all there; a couple of dirty plastic tables and uncomfortable chairs, some greasy grills that had been stashed away after a barbecue awaiting cleaning, some half-full condiments, some utensils... and the pitter-patter of tiny feet that made the vulpine duck behind a chair as a small figure entered the room, dragging a beat-up looking shopping bag behind him.

It was that accursed squirrel! The one who'd triggered him just minutes ago!

What was [i]he[/i] doing back here? The brushtail's purpose quickly became evident when the sly fox noticed the metallic clinking from the swag bag being dragged around. That dirty little buck was going around picking up valuables! Who would have thought there'd be an [i]actual[/i] crime in progress here? Maybe it was the hormones from being so backed up, but Nick found himself getting even more turned on just looking at the frisky tree rat... and then an idea dirty enough to make him cringe popped into his head.

Well, why not?

Stepping boldly out from his hiding place, erection and all, he snuck up behind the uncomprehending squirrel, grabbing a crumpled napkin from a nearby table in one paw. With the other he reached out -and down- and gripped the fluffy, bushy tail of the pintsized criminal, yanking it up to face height and earning a shocked squeak from his new companion. The bag of pilfered trinkets fell loudly to the floor, scattering wallets everywhere.

"Well now, what do we have here? Such a pity to see a fellow citizen acting so uncharitably to innocent club-goers. Of course, that's why [i]I'm[/i] here, to cart naughty boys like you off to the big house where all the wolves and hyenas and rhinos can teach you some proper manners."


The squirrel seemed paralyzed, not meeting the fox's face but instead staring down in horror. It took Nick a few seconds to remember why that might be. He took the chance to stuff his pawed napkin into the rodent's gaping mouth nice and snugly, making his cheeks bulge and releasing a muffled squeak of protest.

"Nnnf!"

"Buuu-ut... I'm feeling charitable today... among other things. So perhaps you can just deal with a fox here and we can return all these obviously misplaced belongings and forget anything even happened, hmmn?"


The squirrel thought about this for a moment before nodding vigorously. Nick knew from experience that prison was [i]not[/i] a nice place for anyone less than three feet tall. Of course the little sciurine had no idea what he was getting himself into, but that was beside the point now, wasn't it? Walking over to a table he laid the squirming squirrel atop it, right at waist height as it happened. He saw the rodent's eyes go wide in realization as he stepped up behind the fluffy tail, sill held raise in his paw. As he got in position....he thought how weird -and enticing- this whole thing was, but he couldn't stop himself now.


Lining himself up he pressed forward, a low, shaky groan escaping his muzzle as his raging, throbbing shaft slid into the tight, snug hole of the squirrel. There was a strangled, shocked squeak as he felt the quivering passage immediately clench down around him like a velvet vice. He saw the brushtail begin to twitch in his grip as he let go of the bushy tail and grabbed the small buck around his waist like the snug fleshlight he was rapidly becoming. The big fox's hips started to buck almost immediately, beginning to thrust before he was even aware he was doing it. 

"NNN!"

"Aaah yes... perfect! I think this will be quite the profitable arrangement."


The sensation of the snug, soft, burning-hot rodent sliding around his member nearly made him go cross-eyed. Holy [i]shit[/i] this felt amazing! His hips began to rock....slowly at first, then faster and with more and more force as his need began to get the better of him, the fox pushing deeper and deeper. Before long he felt as if his member had pounded clean through the other end of the grunting, gasping brushtail as he instinctively shoved in good and deep. The larger male hunched over the rodent, holding onto it and the table as he began to full-on rut at the bitch!

The more he humped, the more into it he got; his lust controlling him now as his hips slammed forward again and again and [i]again,[/i] his large, heavy nuts thwapping heavily against the well-pounded and surprisingly cushiony rear of the squirrel as his knot slapped and plapped audibly against a quivering, stretched hole, thick dribbles and spurts of cloudy precum splurting across the tabletop as they leaked messily from the stuffed slut in his grip. The smaller buck wasn't saying much now, whining and moaning like a bitch in heat as the massive maleness violated and penetrated him, slamming into the fucktoy hard enough to force the breath from his lungs.

Nick was still keenly aware that he was doing this in a technically public area, but his lingering caution wasn't nearly enough to stop him. He fucking [i]needed[/i] this! Just like his 'partner' he was well past the point of really saying anything by now, the only sounds filling the room being the slapping of his knot and the thumping of his balls on the table, as well as the faint intermixed squeaks from table and squirrel as his toned hips [i]slammed[/i] into them again and again. They were overlaid by his heavy huffing and almost feral grunts of effort as he plowed away.

As he got even more and more into the powerful breeding he began to press down even more on the table, the big, muscular fox unintentionally bringing more and more of his extremely considerable strength to bear. Before long the far end of the table was leaving the ground... and then one leg on Nick's end, the male pressing in with such force that the heavy table was tilting and bouncing and swaying like it was made of cardboard. His paws gripped the moaning squirrel tightly enough to force repeated squeaks of protest from him as the buck's eyes rolled back in his head and his body went limp. There was nothing the smaller male could do now but be held and used like a living fleshlight, wrapped around foxy cock.

Anyone walking by would've gotten a clear view of the fox's back and that toned rump of his as it flexed with each increasingly forceful hump he gave. Worked up and backed up as he was the vulpine didn't exactly have a lot of staying power, and his tight little fucktoy just felt so damn good sliding up and down his raging, throbbing meat.... He could only keep at it for six or seven minutes before he began to feel a telltale tightness starting in his gut, his pounding getting more urgent as the tingling spread down into his balls, the heavy orbs drawing up in their white-furred sack as it tightened. His member seemed to swell even more, the already-bulging veins along its length standing out more prominently as the big male's knot began to inflate ever further, growing impressively beyond its already-large  size, getting larger and larger and larger...

At this point the sensible thing to do would've been to quickly pull out, run over and aim his dick into a trash can or something to avoid a mess... but he [i]couldn't[/i] stop now! Whatever was coming (or cumming) next his tight little cocksleeve would just have to take. His grunting became louder and more urgent, the big male feeling himself pass his tipping point now as his whole body tensed up, the tip of his shaft jabbing in impressively as he felt the raw bliss of his imminent release thundering down on him.

"Just... one... more... thrust...!"


Gripping hard enough on the table that his claws dug into the plastic, making it crack, pushing down hard enough to force it up onto one leg he put all of his strength into one last, powerful buck of his hips, the big male hunching over as his tight nuts slammed into the quivering squirrel with enough force to make anyone watching wince, his knot smashing against the nearly-unconscious buck as it puffed up to its full, downright intimidating size. Had anyone been looking closely from behind, they would've clearly been able to see the randy fox's pale-furred taint bulge visibly behind his balls in preparation for his imminent dumping....

"Nnngh! Time to take it slut! Take it [b]ALL![/b]"


Nick's ears were pinned back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut from the effort of his rutting and the intensity of what was to come, the horny fox letting out a feral-sounding growl that grew rapidly into a loud, hoarse bellow as every muscle in his body visibly clenched and tensed, his bloated shaft of throbbing aggressively, downright violently as a massive, pulsing jet of syrupy-thick, white fox-spunk erupted from the twitching head with an audible [i]sktttzzzz[/i]. It lanced deep into the brushtailed buck, splattering into him like a grenade full of jizz. That first salvo was followed in short order by another... and another and [i]another[/i] and [b]another,[/b] his shaft bulging obscenely with each wave of potent seed that surged up the heaving, spasming length.... The thick, musky scent of vulpine seed mingled with the hot scent of sex and sweat as the fox remained still, his body quivering every now and again as he held the squirrel tightly against his knot and unloaded his pent up balls deep inside his newly claimed bitch in thick, glorious spurts.

It was maybe five minutes later that he was able to pull himself back into standing position, staggering to his feet. Through a haze of hot bliss he noted with satisfaction that, even though he hadn't knotted the little squirrel slut, the buck's tight, clenching hole still gripped his shaft exquisitely tightly, leaving the limp brown body dangling from his crotch.

The little buck looked frazzled to say the least. His fur was matted down with glistening coats of jizz in several places, while other patches were sticking out at wild angles; giving the sciurine a haphazard and almost feral look to them. Their chest puffed weakly with rapid, labored breaths as their lungs worked overtime to take advantage of not having to compete with a massive thrusting foxcock for chest space. The air was still quite heavily drenched in the fox's musk though. The fox paused briefly to admire the haggard rodent, licking at his lips as a renewed throb of arousal
surged through his erection at the sight.

It was impossible to tell, through the truly massive amount of seed that leaked from the smaller male's utterly violated hole, whether or not his partner had cum at some point as well. Thick rivulets of potent seed flowed sluggishly down the weakly twitching male, eventually dripping off the end of his nose. For all the fox knew he'd filled the bitch up so much he was leaking from his muzzle. It was a crazy thought, but possible. He reached down and felt how bloated and full the squirrel was. His stomach was swollen with seed, he'd probably doubled in weight. The sight sent a shiver of arousal through the fox and he realized he was still hard... and eager. He smiled devilishly as he lifted up the smaller male's head, seeing the glazed expression on his face as the eager vulpine pulled out with a lewd slurping sound, leaving only the tip of his cock buried in the gaping, sticky hole.

"Well now, wasn't that fun?"

"Glllkk..."

"Damn right it was. So how about we enjoy round two? Think I can knot you this time?"

"Nnnn..."

"Yeah, I hope so too."


He wasn't nearly as desperate and pent-up as before, so he decided to take things more slowly and methodically. Nick was able to take his time, rolling his hips smoothly, steadily in and out at a brisk yet unhurried pace. His knot was still astoundingly swollen, large enough to tie the most accommodating vixen, but with the truly massive amount of lube filling his new bitch and slathered liberally over his dick he was able to twist and push and griiiiind his little sex toy down further and further onto it. He could feel the growing tightness, pure and utter bliss as his partner was aped wider and wider, a formerly tight opening being steadily loosened until -drawing a rare squeak from his utterly violated partner- he felt it [b]POP[/b] into place.

"Theeeere we go! That settles it... you're a keeper!"


Without the frantic need from the first time ruling him the mating fox was able to savor every second, enjoying every thrust, every faint squeeze and tug at his knot... One hand held the squirrel steady as he humped away as he braced himself against a seat behind him with low, quiet, almost tender moans prying themselves from deep in his chest - this didn't just feel as nice as before... it felt absolutely fucking [i]amazing[/i]! Fortunately for Nick there was no rush to finish up this time; indeed it was amazing that he still had anything left to give after so thoroughly emptying himself into his tight little cocksleeve, so he spent a good, solid ten minutes thrusting away. Still, more relaxed or not, that soft squirrel ass still felt amazing;[i]too[/i] amazing, and he couldn't hold on forever...

"Alright slut... NGH! Here it comes... take it all now just like last time..."


This time he didn't fight the sensation as the sensation of seed deep within him welled up, the big male's body tensing as his thrusts grew more erratic and forceful, his heavy and somehow still full balls seemingly clenching as his white-furred sack drew up tight once more. Even without the urgent need of the first time this buildup felt... better, somehow. Deeper. It promised a much more satisfying climax to come... so he let it. With one last, firm thrust he shoved forward, the fox's knot swelling yet again as he did so, and getting snugly stuck in the tight squirrelhole, sending a shudder coursing through him as he firmly tied the little bitch.

Something clicked in the back of his mind, and with a low, blissful moan he let fly, his hips bucking powerfully as surges of boiling-hot ecstasy surged through them one after the other in rhythmic blasts. The muffled gurgles and squishes from within the brushtail told a detailed story of exactly [i]how[/i] amazing this felt, at least to him. The releasing fox's peak seeming far more forceful than normal, going on for nearly a minute and a half of pure, white-hot bliss!

Eventually the moans and gurgles faded as the fox came down yet again from a peak of unimaginable bliss and his new toy was filled almost to capacity. Whether the tiny buck had truly been stuffed to leaking or was just messy, it seemed that every hole oozed rhythmic pulses of tapioca-thick, sperm-laden fox-spunk onto the table as Nick moaned his way through the most intense orgasm he'd had in quite a while. The bloated buck looked even [i]more[/i] filled than he had been the first time, almost comically spherical in shape now. The canid let go of his prize and let the heavy, soft form dangle from his knot, sending shivers of pleasure through him once more as he looked around to see if anyone had noticed anything.

It seemed nobody had, the room was still utterly deserted... if a little messier than before. Bending down the fox gathered up the bag of stolen goods from here it had landed on the floor, gently scooping up any scattered items. On consideration it was remarkable the little guy had managed to haul around such a big bag.

"That's quite the load you were carrying there bud, though I guess you got a new one to carry now huh? Don't worry, we'll return all of these items to their rightful owners... in a few hours when you're uh... untied. In the meantime..."


The fox lifted the limp sciurine's body up by his sticky tail, neatly dropping him into the bag as well. If he held it by its handles in front of him, nobody would be able to see the cum-stuffed brushtail still snugly attached to him. That would make for decent enough cover until he could separate himself from his well-used fucktoy. Then he could simply tuck the criminal rodent in the bottom of the bag and take him home at the end of the day.

Nick's home, of course. He wasn't going to limit himself to just [i]one[/i] such blissful climax. He intended to have the [i]whole[/i] night to enjoy his new toy and, if he could find a small enough pair of cuffs, maybe the rest of the week too.