Judy grit her teeth as claws dug into the thick fur of her hips. The pinpricks of pain paired beautifully with the pleasure of her sweet spot being stroked over and over again; this was the fastest her partner had ever found it, and were it not for the neighbors living on either side of them, she might have cried out her thanks. 
Nick wasn't helping; neither of his paws had gone to her mouth, an action he'd tried in other, more risque places. Both of them were on her hips as he thrust into her from behind. It didn't help that he was fairly quiet, himself; her large ears easily caught his soft groans as his hips met her rump in an easy, comfortable rhythm. 
"Nick..." she gasped, hushed as she could manage. "Nick, harder..." 
Nick was a pretty contrary fox. Many times, it seemed he simply couldn't resist annoying someone by doing or saying something they told him not to. She'd been relieved and delighted to find that this was one area of their relationship where that wasn't the case. Surprisingly obedient, he did just as she told him, releasing a grunt as he quickened his pace. 
She was close...each thud of thick fur on thick fur was bringing her closer and closer. "There," she managed through clenched teeth, "Right there...Right..." She squeezed her lips together and whimpered as she came, each thrust stoking that fire between her legs. He continued to move, his length causing enough friction to allow her to ride out her orgasm. He came shortly after; she recognized it, feeling his hips quickly stutter against her rear, claws digging in even deeper as he spilled inside her. 
He slowed gradually, taking a while to stop completely before pulling out. Judy's thighs, though thick and strong, still trembled as they continued holding up her lower half. They continued to shake as she turned around, flopping down on her back, where she lay panting. Nick followed, landing on his stomach, burying his face in the other pillow. He was heaving with effort, too; he liked to brag that she always gave him a good workout. 
Judy turned her head a little as she felt a cool nudge against her shoulder. Nick had looked up from the pillow and pressed his nose to her. He gave her a heavy-lidded smile. "Hey." 
Judy laughed, high on the afterglow. "Hi." 
"How'd I do, Fluff?" One of Nick's paws made its way to her chest, where it lay in the dense white fur between her breasts. "Come on; one out of ten." 
"Seriously?" Judy couldn't help raising an eyebrow at him. "You're asking if it was good for me?" 
He shrugged. "I'm willing to take criticism. Can't get better if I don't learn, right?" 
Judy snorted, lightly pushing his snout away from her. "Eleven, Nick. Twelve, even." Like many other women, it was very, very rare for her to orgasm from penetration alone. She could count the amount of times she'd done it on one paw. With this latest round, she realized she'd have to begin using her other one. "Seriously, you were great. That was...amazing." She might have said something snarkier if they were in literally any other situation, but her endorphins were still running high through her post-coital state 
"Mmmm." Nick raised himself up on his elbows and leaned over enough to kiss her. "'Amazing.' I think I can live with that." 
"What else would satisfy you?" Judy smirked. "'Wonderful?' 'Incredible?' 'The best I've ever had?'" 
"Well, I mean..." Nick gave her a smile, and it made her heart melt. The fox that had once gone out of his way to take every opportunity to get under her skin had somehow made his way into her heart, instead; the look he was giving her right now could really only be called 'smitten.' "You're the best I've ever had." 
"Aww, Nick..." Judy turned onto her side and took Nick's face between her paws, pulling him in for another kiss, deeper and fuller. 
When she pulled away, she frowned, thoughtful. "'Best you've ever had,' huh? Is that hyperbole, or...?" 
"Honestly? No." Nick's smile turned sheepish; his gorgeous green eyes glanced to the side in a way that made him look uncharacteristically, endearingly shy. "And that's definitely saying something. You, uh...you know that stereotype about foxes? The one about how we, uh...get around?" 
Judy blinked, interest increasing. "Yeah?" 
"Well..." He shrugged again. The sheepish look gave way to shame. "It's, uh...it's actually pretty true for me. I've gotten around a lot." 
Judy's grip on Nick's face stayed gentle, but she firmed up her paws. "Nick...I don't care about that. The past is the past; you and I are here now. That's what I care about." 
"Good...good." Nick's expression turned back to one of rakish confidence, but Judy didn't miss how his shoulders slumped in relief. 
"Besides..." Judy let go of him to shift to her other side. She draped her arm over her stomach, now needing space after that tender moment. "If I judged you for that, uh...I'd be a pretty big hypocrite." 
"Oh?" 
Judy shrugged. "There's a....very similar stereotype about bunnies, you know. How we're...good at multiplying?" She'd heard that all the time as a kit from non-bunnies. She’d assumed it meant that rabbits had a natural propensity for math, and had worn that with pride. It wasn't until she was a teenager that she finally learned what people really meant when they said it. She was still embarrassed by that all these years later.
"Yeah, I'd heard it." Nick's eyes were on her now, lit up with curiosity. "Just...having a hard time wrapping my head around it. Around you, sweet little fluffy goody-two-shoes you, sleeping around." 
Judy's pink lips pressed together as she carefully thought. "For the most part, I didn't. You know me...I was gonna be the first bunny police officer, no matter what. Didn't want to focus on anything else; romance or sex might just get in the way of that. That's what I was focused on through school. It wasn't until, uh...Well, before I went to the police academy, I went to community college in the burrows." 
Nick's eyebrows raised, as though in realization. "Ohhhhh. Okay, I get it. You were a college kid." Nick lightly pushed her shoulder with his paw. "It's college; far as I'm concerned, that doesn't count." 
Judy laughed. "Agree to disagree. All you need to know is I eased up on myself during Spring Break. My Freshman year, I saved up enough money from odd jobs to take a trip to Equestria." 
"Wait, Equestria? The country made up of tiny ponies?" 
"I don't know if I'd call them 'tiny;' they were all still twice as tall as me." 
Nick rolled his eyes. "That's a low bar, Judy; low enough that even you can jump over it."
Judy lightly slapped his forearm. "Jerk." She smiled as she said it. 
"Okay, now I'm convinced. You have to tell me this story." At this point, Nick had rolled over onto his side, and was now propping himself up on his arm. He looked at her as though she was the most interesting thing in the universe. He'd been doing that a lot since they'd begun dating. 
"Well, okay..." Judy's smile slowly grew over her face. "But you'll have to tell me about some of your early conquests, too."
"Deal." 
Judy sighed as she leaned back against her pillow. "So, it's true what they say; things work differently in Equestria than they do here. Only way to get there is by airship. First day I was there, I went to my hotel bar..."

Judy stirred her drink with her straw. She'd wanted something alcoholic, but the drinking age in Baltimare was twenty. She was still two years away from that, and it wasn't like she could even try to fake being older. She'd often been told that she looked even younger than she was.
So far, not a great start to her wild and crazy Spring Break, finding herself at the outdoor bar with a soft drink by her lonesome. 
Right up until she wasn't. "Hey! This seat taken?" 
Judy turned around and nearly got a faceful of abs. She had to tilt her head up to look into the striking green eyes of the stallion before her. The ponies here were anthropomorphic and stood on two legs, much like the creatures that made up her hometown, but there were distinct differences. What would have been front hooves on a deer or horse back home each contained four opposable digits, much like her own paws. With one of those hands, the smiling pony was pointing at the stool next to her. 
Judy smiled up at the stallion. "Nope! Help yourself!"
There were no two ways about it...the stallion that had just sat down next to her was good-looking. He was covered in pale blue, almost white, fur; he wore green cargo shorts but no shirt, letting Judy get an eyeful of broad shoulders, strong forearms, and an impressive six-pack. On his back was a pair of feathery wings; a pegasus pony, she absently thought. That was what the ones with wings were called. His long tail and short mane were the same shade of dark blue, and his bright eyes sparkled as his dazzling grin met them. "Don't think I've seen you around here before," he was saying as he leaned back against the bar, letting his elbows support his weight. 
"I'm visiting. Spring Break where I am, you know." Her parents had been concerned; this was the first time she'd gone out of town and been on her own for this long. She guessed she couldn't blame them, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. This was her first real taste of adulthood and the freedom that came with it, and she wanted more.
"Ooh! Where from?" The stallion actually looked interested. 
"Little place called Bunnyburrow. Small town; pretty sure you've never heard of it." Zootopia was a foreign, frightening concept to many in her hometown; she had no idea how many of them would take the idea of this Baltimare city, where there were ponies with horns or wings and buildings literally in the clouds. 
"Sure haven't. Wouldn't mind learning though!" Soarin held a hand out to her. "Name's Soarin. What's yours?" 
"Judy Hopps." She took the hand, which was much larger than her paw. It was like seeing a dandelion being delicately enfolded by a sunflower. "Soon to be Officer Judy Hopps. Don't you forget it!" 
"You're gonna be a police officer?" Soarin's eyebrows raised. She braced herself for laughter or concern or doubt. What she wasn't expecting was "That's so cool! Protecting and serving, keeping the peace and all..." 
Judy blinked up at him. She expected there to be mirth in that expression, that the stallion thought she'd just said something very funny, but there was none. He looked like he meant what he said. "Huh...Yeah. I guess so!" She'd never really thought about it that way...That the idea that a bunny would want to be a police officer was cool, and not something to sneer or laugh at. "Nobody else believes in me." 
"What? Why wouldn't they?" Soarin looked genuinely confused. 
"I'm a bunny. I'm small. I guess most don't really think of that as cop material, you know?" 
"Huh...I didn't even consider that." He looked thoughtful, like he truly hadn't. "I guess I kind of know what you're going through. I wanna be a Wonderbolt." 
"'Wonderbolt?'" she repeated. "You mean those fancy stunt fliers?" She'd seen posters of them around the city. 
"The very same! It's hard work; not everypony makes the cut." He took her paw and gave her a smile. "I get what it's like to have a dream not everypo--" He cleared his throat. "Everyone believes in. Just makes me want to do it even more, though, you know?"
That was it. Right then and there, this handsome stranger felt like the only one in the world that got her. "Yes. Exactly! Every negative word everyone's ever had about it just made me more determined to prove them wrong." 
Soarin grinned. "That's the spirit!" He wrapped her paw in both his large hands. "You're gonna be the cutest cop in the whole world, I'll bet." 
The moment came to a crashing halt. Judy grimaced. "I, uh...I know you meant well with that, but...well, when other bunnies call each other cute, it's okay. When anyone else does..." She trailed off, hoping he got what she was trying to say.
"Oh." Soarin's eyes widened, smile vanishing without a trace. "Oh, shoot, I didn't realize...I'm so sorry." He let go with one of his hands, which went behind his neck, scratching sheepishly as he gazed off to the side. "I kinda get that, too...the three different kinds of ponies...we didn't always get along. This old Earth Pony--really, really old--called me a lighthoof once..." He shook his head. "Didn't even know that was a slur until a few years ago. It still sucked, though...I'm really sorry." 
Judy smiled. "I appreciate that. Thanks." She turned her head to begin sipping her drink again. 
"Though, uh...now I'm kinda stumped." 
"Hmm?" Judy's straw was still in her mouth. 
Soarin still looked shy. "Now I'm...not sure what other words to use. You know..." His eyes met hers, and her stomach fluttered. "To call you. You know...to tell you that I'm...attracted to you?"
"Oh..." Judy's eyes widened. "Oh."
"What word should I use?" Soarin's voice had grown low and husky. Judy could hear her own heartbeat rising in her ears. 
What am I thinking? I've never done anything like this before...Judy took another generous gulp of her drink, trying to buy herself some time to find the right words. I've...never done anything...like this before...should I? This trip to Equestria was a one-time thing. It wasn't like she'd ever see this handsome stranger again; there wouldn't be any unsavory rumors plaguing her being promiscuous like there might be in the burrows. Am I really doing this?
Her eyes met his, and she made up her mind. Yeah. I'm doing this. She smiled up at him in what she hoped was a seductive way. "Those words'll work just fine," she murmured as she leaned closer to Soarin, reaching up to place an open paw on one of his bare pecs, making him gasp. "Just fine..."
That was how her drink ended up abandoned half-empty on the bar and they found themselves in her hotel room. She squeaked as Soarin lifted her up in his arms and kissed her. She moaned against his soft, warm, velvety muzzle, growing warmer and warmer at the feeling of his strong arms around her. He didn't throw her onto the bed; Judy supposed he was too much of a gentleman for that. But it did feel like there was more force there than necessary. 
This whole thing was so new, so unexpected, so...exciting. She grinned giddily as Soarin mounted her, mischievous smile on his face. He kissed her again as he leaned over her, shifting to her cheek and down her neck. The warm, gentle touches of his lips left her shivering as he moved down the length of her body, gently, lightly, torturously touching her with his fingertips. It didn't take very long for him to kiss his way down her stomach. He mouthed around her naval as his fingers tugged at the hem of her shorts and panties, tugging them down almost painfully slowly.
"How do you want it?" Soarin's words were muttered against Judy's inner thigh in a breath of warm air, making her shiver. 
"I...uh..." She gulped. "Would you be okay, um...using your....mouth?" She felt her cheeks warm, equal parts aroused and embarrassed, hoping her inexperience wasn't too obvious.
Soarin chuckled warmly against her opening. "More than okay." 
She gasped as something warm and wet touched her wet ridge. His tongue, she realized. She couldn't help but moan as it lapped up and to the front, its textured surface stroking his target. "That's..." She groaned as his tongue left that sensitive pearl of flesh, only to find it again, firmer and longer this time. "That's...nice..." Maybe Judy could have thought something more encouraging to say, but it was sort of hard to focus right now.
At some point, Soarin's hand had reached up to grip one of her paws. Judy risked looking down as he guided it, settling it in his dark blue forelock. "Feel free to pull that. Much as you want." He grinned up at her, lips glistening with her wetness. "Trust me; I can take it." 
Judy could only nod and do as he said as his tongue went back to work. She gave a tug at the feeling of fingers spreading the lips of her entrance. Soarin's tongue had made her so wet that his finger tips slipped inside her with no difficulty. She yanked harder as those fingers found something inside her and began to stroke in time with the motion of his tongue. 
"Ah...Ah!" The noises were almost involuntary. Absently she thought of potential neighbors she might have in the hotel rooms on either side of hers, but then Soarin moaned, and the vibrations of his voice reached places in her she'd never known existed, knocking any thoughts of trying to be quiet out of her mind. "There...that's..." Judy tugged at the forelock with her paw; the other was twisted in the bed covers. "Please, don't...don't stop..." 
Soarin, it turned out, was really good at following directions. It took him only a few minutes to bring her to climax. She discovered she wasn't the sort to scream when she orgasmed, but she did gasp and whimper, clenching tight with her paws and her thighs as her hips squirmed against his tongue. They stayed like that for a while, Judy panting through little aftershocks, Soarin still holding tight, still moving his tongue and fingers. 
"Okay...Okay, that's enough..." Judy had to focus in order to fully relax her body. She winced at the paw still tangled up in Soarin's forelock. Was he really sure she hadn't hurt him? "It's...pretty sensitive." 'Just enough' had quickly become 'too much; every single nerve ending between her legs was alight. Everything was intense; normally she liked intense, but she suspected she'd need time to recover. 
Soarin's mouth shined when he pulled away. Judy tried to commit the sight, of him looking up at her with half-lidded eyes and a wet glistening smirk, to memory. "Well? How'd I do?" 
"Great...awesome." Judy flopped back onto the hotel bed, bursting into giggles. "That was...wow." 
"That's a good sign!" With her limbs now like jelly, the stallion had no problem disentangling himself from her. He then sat next to her on the bed. There was plenty of room; the bed in the hotel room was a twin-size, but it was built more for a someone Soarin's size, not hers. 
"Hope so." Judy smiled up at him. "Sorry...words're...kinda hard now." 
Soarin just laughed, a good-natured sound. 
"Gimme a sec...then it's your turn." Soarin had just made her feel incredible. Judy figured it was only fair to return the favor. 
"You don't have to, if you don't want." 
Judy stretched, stretching her shaking legs. "I know. Trust me; I want to." She sat up and, with boldness she didn't even know she had, lightly pushed on Soarin's stomach. He complied, laying on his back as Judy hopped to, settling herself between his legs. 
Okay, she thought to herself as she tugged at the zipper of his shorts. You can do this...
Judy's eyes widened as they met with their prize. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so she could see what was between his legs very clearly. "Oh! You have a...?" The size of the sheath beneath the rough fabric made her heart race. 
"Yep! You're, uh...gonna have to coax it out." 
"Got it..." She'd never seen one of these in person before, let alone touched one, but really; how hard could it be? She began to experimentally paw at it. Lightly, at first, then firmer. 
Judy grinned triumphantly as the thick, flat tip emerged. That grin gave way to an O of surprise as, bit by bit, the rest followed it. "Whoa..." she breathed, eyes widening at the sight. No wonder they need sheathes...She could only imagine how inconvenient and uncomfortable having this thing just hanging out and flopping around would be. 
"Like what you see?" Soarin sounded like he was trying to be flirty, but his voice came out shy. 
Judy's response was a light kiss to the tip. A shudder ran through the stallion's body, making Judy feel the slightest bit triumphant. Feeling more confident, she took the thick, long shaft in her paw and began to stroke. 
"Yeah, that's it," murmured Soarin. "Just like that, just..." His words cut off as, in the heat of the moment, Judy took the tip into her mouth. It was difficult to describe the taste...she'd never tasted one before, after all. Maybe the best word to use was ‘new.’ She focused on keeping her teeth separated, not wanting to hurt Soarin, as she began to suck. 
Judy was a grown bunny with internet access; she'd seen porn before. She'd seen deep-throating. She’d always been up for a challenge, but even she knew there was no way in the world that she could pull all of this into her throat. So she focused on the tip, which she understood was the most sensitive part, anyway, as she ran her paw up and down the length, keeping the thick fur of her thumb stroking the underside. 
She looked up and was rewarded with the sight of Soarin's bright eyes glazed over, mouth open, releasing soft, grunting pants with each stroke of her tongue or lips or fingers. With her free paw, she began to reach out, but remembered she had no forelock for him to hold onto. She wasn't a pony, she wasn't Gazelle; the best she could think of for him to hold onto were here ears, and she definitely didn't want him tugging on those. So she left his hands alone and made do with clutching the rough cargo fabric of his green shorts, instead. 
"Hey..." Judy blinked up at the grunted word. "I..." Soarin licked his lips. It looked like he was salivating as much as she was. "I'm close." Her large ears picked up the sound of him gulping. "Like...real close. If you don't wanna swallow, I--"
Still feeling bold, Judy kept stroking, kept licking at the tip, noting the gathering stickiness there. Just a few final sucks were all it took for him to release, hot and salty, in spurts over her tongue. In the zone, Judy swallowed, and focused on continuing to swallow, until nothing more could come from that thick, flat, twitching tip. Soarin was loud at his climax; he only barely remembered to cover his mouth, and even then he didn’t manage to fully muffle the cry that erupted from him or the whimpers that followed. 
Judy only pulled away when Soarin pressed against her forehead with a trembling palm. She couldn't help feeling proud and a little smug as she watched him begin to recede back into his sheath, fascinated by the sight of the thick, wet member retreating. My first blow job...Overall, she'd say she did pretty well. The results spoke for themselves.
It was Soarin's turn to sprawl out against the bed. The pillows were shuffled around his head; Judy suspected he'd been moving them about without realizing it as she'd worked. She flopped back down next to him, nestling her head in the crook of his elbow. 
And was then left to stare at the ceiling. 
"So..." she said. 
"So." Soarin's voice was noncommittal. 
"Just had casual sex." 
"Yep." 
Judy breathed out through her mouth, glancing anywhere but at the stallion next to her. "Caaaaaasual sex. With a stranger." 
"Mm-hmm."
Logically, Judy knew these things happened. But she'd never once given a thought as to what came after. "Soooo, now what?"
"Well...guess that depends." Judy heard Soarin shifting at her side. Turning to look at her, she suspected. Right then she didn't want to find out. "We could hang out for a bit, if you wanted. Or if you want me to bail..." He moved one of his arms, crossing over his stomach to lay a large hand over her own. "What're you thinking?" 
"I...um..." Judy sighed, slowly running a paw over her face. "Look, you're cool and all. That was great; really nice." Finally she turned her head, making sure to meet those striking eyes with her own. "But I’m only gonna be here for a week, you know? We’re probably never gonna see each other gain. I think it might be best if we didn't, uh...I mean..." 
"Hey, it's fine; it's cool." Soarin really wasn't helping, smiling at her in that understanding way. "You want me to leave you alone? I'll leave you alone. I get it." 
Judy groaned, covering her eyes with the back of her arm. "You must think I'm a huge jerk, huh?" 
"Nah; course not." Soarin sat up. Judy saw him lean forward, fiddling with something between his legs. Zipping himself back up, she absently realized. She supposed she should get dressed, herself. "This isn't my first rodeo." He got off the bed, landing lightly on his hooves. He was still smiling when he turned to her. "Thanks. For this. I had a great time." With that, he kissed her before heading out the door. 
Judy still tasted him in her throat; with that kiss, she now tasted herself, as well. She stretched, full-bodied, suddenly feeling more tired than she had a moment ago. 
She decided not to get dressed before she drifted off to sleep, after all.

"Hey." 
Judy glanced up. There was a park near her hotel, and she'd decided to go there just to get outside. Some of the local ponies were playing a game, something she'd heard one of them call 'Buckball.' She'd been watching for a while, trying to learn the rules, intending to jump in once she was familiar enough. 
Another pegasus had popped up next to her. A mare, this time; there seemed to be far more mares than stallions, Judy had noticed. Absently, she wondered why that was, but that train of thought was quickly derailed as the yellow-furred mare tilted her head down to look at her. "Haven't seen you around here before." She said this breezily, smirk nearly reaching her sunglasses. 
Judy laughed. "That obvious, huh?" Her grey coat and purple eyes might not have been as vivid as this colorful crowd, but she supposed a small bunny was going to stand out among slightly-less-small ponies just about anywhere. "I'm from Bunnyburrow. Visiting for Spring Break." At this point she wondered if maybe she should start wearing a sign saying just that around her neck. It was, by far, the most common answer she'd been giving for the last two days. 
"Cool. Never been." The mare raised an eyebrow at her, just as fiery orange as her tail and swept-back mane. "You like Buckball?" 
"Well, I mean...I literally just heard about it." Judy's eyes moved back to the game before her. "Trying to figure out the rules; how it's played." 
"You want a turn in there?" 
"Sure! Well, maybe."
"Well, here. Let me see if I can help..." 
Judy squeaked as, for the second time in the last few days, strong arms wrapped around her back and under her legs and lifted her up. She gasped as she kept rising, even when she was snug against the pegasus mare's chest. Her eyes took in the sight behind the pony; those large, feathered wings were pumping, lifting them both into the air. 
Logically she'd known the ponies with wings could fly, but she'd never thought that she'd be personally finding out this way. She curled up tighter against the mare's chest, cheeks warming as she realized that her face was pressed up against a sports bra-clad bosom. Judy had fleeting thoughts about...this sort of thing...before. Maybe she'd noticed how pretty some of the local ladies in the burrows were. Maybe her fondness for the up-and-coming pop star Gazelle wasn't just for her powerful voice and catchy beats. 
Judy had thought about this, that maybe she didn't just like boys. But this was the first time that attraction had smacked her in the face. Literally, she thought with a giggle. 
"Okay; much better." The mare was speaking. The only reason Judy noticed that was because of her large ears. It was sort of hard to think about anything other than the strong arms holding her so securely in the air or the soft, warm yellow fur pressed up against her cheek. "This is a much better view. You can see what all's going on from up here." 
Judy reluctantly pulled her head away from the mare's chest to look down. The pony began explaining the positions of the ponies in the game below, what it meant when the ball was flung this way or that. Judy watched and listened, but was only half-paying attention. Cool air blew around the two of them as the mare flapped her wings in place. 
"Think you got it?" Her voice was low in Judy's ear, a puff of warm air in the coolness, making Judy shudder. 
"I...uh..." The hare gulped. "Yeah. I...I think so..." 
"Yeah?" 
Judy sighed. "No...Honestly, it's, uh...it's kind of hard to think, like, uh...like this." 
The mare chuckled, making her warm, strong chest shudder against Judy. "All right...kinda thought so. Wasn't sure, but I was kinda hoping." Her warm, soft, velvety muzzle brushed against Judy's head. "You wanna get outta here? Maybe get something to eat?" 
Judy, suddenly realizing she was famished, could only nod. 
That was how, a few minutes later, they found themselves at a restaurant in the clouds. There was some sort of scientific explanation for it, Judy was sure, but there was earthy foundation making up the floor of it. She wasn’t afraid of heights, but right now she was relieved to have solid ground underneath her feet. 
"Name's Spitfire," the pegasus was telling her. 
Judy giggled, an embarrassingly nervous sound. "It suits you," she said, pointing to the vivid oranges that made up the pony's mane. "Judy Hopps." 
"Nice to meet ya." Spitfire held out a hand to her, which Judy took. It wasn't as big as Soarin's, but still larger than her paw. "Don't see a whole lotta non-ponyfolk in these parts."
Judy chuckled, feeling a little more at ease. "Bunnyburrow’s a while away; had to get here by airship. I'm here for the next five days." 
"That so?" Spitfire was smirking at her again, making her feel a bit like a potential snack being eyed by a predator. 
Maybe I want her to eat me up. The thought made Judy immediately turn back to her drink and sandwich, hoping to hide the fact that her face was probably bright red right now. 
"What brings you here?" 
Judy took a generous sip from her straw. The cool liquid helped a little, but not by much. "I...needed a change. Wanted to get away from that small town I grew up in, you know?" Right then she found the countertop under her elbows particularly fascinating. "I wanted...something different. Something new." 
"You're the adventurous type, huh?" Judy shivered as a warm hand made its way to the small of her back. "I feel that. You're a bunny after my own heart." 
Judy cleared her throat, having a strong idea she knew what was coming next. Seriously, what is going on with me this week? 
...And why am I liking it so much?
"Y-yeah?" She looked up at Spitfire, who’d moved her sunglasses on top of her forelock. Her large brown eyes bored into her. "What, uh...what'd you have in mind?" 
A few minutes later found the two of them in an empty stall in the mares' room. Spitfire had lifted her up again, allowing her a better angle to reach Judy's neck with her lips. Judy could do nothing but hang on tight as she kissed her way up the side of her face, where she nipped one of her ears. 
A thought struck Judy just before she could get swept up in the storm that was about to overtake them both. "Hey, uh...J-just so you know..." Spitfire, thankfully, quit her attack just long enough to allow Judy to form words. "Two days ago, I, uh...well, there was someone else." 
"Gotcha," Spitfire grunted impatiently. 
Much as she didn't want to, Judy pulled her face away from Spitfire's. "We, uh...used our mouths. W-went down on each other." She let out a ragged breath as Spitfire's thumb stroked the fur on her waist. "I don't think he had anything, b-but just in case..."
"All right. Just hands, then." Spitfire kept her back to the closed stall door. She took one of Judy's paws in her hands, leaning down to kiss it on the knuckles. Judy gulped as she then guided it to her well-sculpted stomach, where she then began to gently but push it down to the buttons of her denim shorts. 
Okay...I can do this...Judy took a deep breath as she took the reigns from there. With trembling fingers, she undid the button of Spitfire's fly, then pulled down the zipper. A white and green waistband peeked between the zipper's teeth. 
"You okay?" Spitfire's voice was steady, despite the fact that she was being undressed. Did she do this sort of thing often? Judy could only hope she wouldn't disappoint...
"Yeah." Judy tugged at the shorts and underwear, just low enough to get her paw inside. "I know what I like when I...you know. Do this myself. But if you want to, like...guide me..." She was still inexperienced. She'd always liked learning, and she was beginning to discover that that was true for this, too. 
"Gotcha. Okay...here we go..." Spitfire's hand found her paw yet again. The elastic of the panties allowed both of them to fit inside with ease. "So you know what all's down there. You know that much, right?"
Judy nodded, licking her lips. 
"So you must already know...this little guy..." With Spitfire's hand over Judy's paw, she crooked two of her fingers. Judy was rewarded with something warm and wet; it might have been from a different angle, but Judy could recognize that sensitive bit of flesh with ease. "That's your target."
"Right. That much, I did know." Judy gave an experimental press, and was rewarded with the pegasus shuddering around her. 
"Yeah," she grunted. "That’s it..." 
Judy did as she was told, pulling her wrist back just enough to test the pull of the panties' waistband, before pushing back forward. She looked up into Spitfire's big brown eyes, questioning. From here, she could see that the mare's teeth were grit, ears flicked back from the intense sensation. With a tight nod from here, Judy was given the go-ahead, and began to gently but firmly stroke.
Judy fell into what felt like a good, comfortable rhythm. If the way Spitfire reached out to clutch her shoulders in a near death grip was any indicator, she agreed. Feeling more confident by the second, Judy sped up just a bit, smiling as she realized that Spitfire's hips were moving opposite her ministrations. 
They continued like that for a few minutes, Judy stroking away, appreciating the feeling of Spitfire's fists clenching and releasing around her shoulders. "Keep...going..." she managed to grit out. Despite the pleasure she was being given, she was still focusing on staying quiet. Judy supposed she could respect that kind of restraint, though she couldn't help but wonder what she might sound like if they were in a place where they didn't have to worry about being too loud. "There...right there...Getting...close..."
Judy did as she was told, keeping her rhythm steady, even as she felt an extra bit of wetness cover her fingertips and heard a strangled groan emerge deep from Spitfire's throat. Judy had touched herself several times; she knew how this went. She didn't dare stop touching, didn't dare stop stroking, until Spitfire gripped her forearm with one hand and pushed on her shoulder with the other. "Sweet Celestia..." she breathed, leaning back against the stall door. Judy couldn't help feeling kind of bad; a bed would have definitely been more comfortable to catch her breath on. 
"You okay?" Judy murmured, perking her ears forward, eager to catch the last of Spitfire's panting. 
The mare smiled down at her, pupils blown wide. "More than okay." She opened her arms; Judy eagerly hopped into them, smiling against Spitfire's shoulder as the pegasus mare cuddled her close. 
Judy had heard that girls jumped back from orgasms quicker than guys, that, where guys tended to fall asleep after sex, girls tended to be raring to go again just minutes after. The former hadn't seemed to be true for Soarin, but the latter did for Spitfire. Judy squeaked in surprise as Spitfire's arms tightened around her and lifted her straight up in the air.
Spitfire carried her during the step she took to the toilet seat, where she sat down, placing Judy down on her lap. Judy realized she liked getting handled like this; she wasn't sure what that meant for her. 
That line of thought was brought to a halt as Spitfire's hand stroked down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts and into the front of her panties. Judy bit her lip, trying to hold back a whimper as Spitfire's fingers found their prize. 
"Easy," the mare whispered as she began to stroke. "Don't want anypony hearing, do you?" 
"Mm-mmm," Judy managed. Not wanting to risk it any further, she covered her mouth with her left paw. Spitfire took her right one, holding tight, grounding her as she continued to stroke. 
At some point during her squirming, Spitfire's mouth found a particularly sensitive spot on one of her ears. Flat teeth lightly nipped at it, making a shudder run through Judy's body. The thick fur of her paw, thankfully, muffled all of her moaning and whimpering. She'd always been a paws-on kind of bunny, but right then, with the strong mare sturdy beneath her, with her hand holding her still as the other offered sweet release between her legs, Judy felt safe and secure enough to completely give over control. 
"Shhh," Spitfire whispered, a hot breath in her ear, encouraging Judy to buck her hips. "Easy, easy...I've got you..." She didn't let go, even as Judy gave a soft, low whine through her tiny pink nose. She didn't stop stroking as Judy came, gently but firmly guiding her through her orgasm. Absently, Judy noted that her fluffy clawed toes literally curled as she squirmed in Spitfire's lap, riding out her climax, desperately trying to move her hips in time with the mare's steady fingers. 
Almost too soon, it was over. Almost too soon, Spitfire slid her how damp hand out of Judy's clothes, reluctantly letting go of her paw. Judy relaxed, feeling boneless in Spitfire's lap. The mare lightly nosed her cheek, ending the tawdry little affair with a gentle kiss there.
It took a few moments for them to catch their breath and find their legs again. No one else seemed to be in the bathroom when they exited the stall. That was kind of a relief, Judy supposed, though she couldn't help but wonder what she'd do or say if there had been anyone that overheard them. 
Judy found she didn’t hate the idea.
"Thanks for that, Judy." Spitfire let the hand she hadn't fingered her with linger on her shoulder, lightly letting it slide off as she headed to one of the sinks. 
Judy giggled. "Thank you," she responded. "When we head back out? It'll be my treat." 
Spitfire paused, one of her hands hovering over one of the sink's knobs. She blinked down at Judy before a smile slowly creeped over her muzzle. "Okay. Sounds great."

It was Judy's last day in Equestria. Her week had been an eventful one, chock full of new experiences that had changed her. She was no longer the same bunny, no longer that inexperienced, naive small-town girl. She'd discovered many new things about herself and had a lot of fun doing so. 
So that afternoon in a diner near her hotel, Judy was feeling pretty great. 
Right up until she turned her head at the sound of the opening door and saw both Soarin and Spitfire step through. 
"Oh shoot..." She shrank down into her booth, hoping to become invisible. 
Of all the problems she'd expected to have traveling to this idyllic, colorful city, coming across two casual former flings at the same time was not one of them. 
She tried to go unnoticed; she really did. But curiosity got the better of her. There was very little that got past her long ears, and the soft murmuring between the two pegasus ponies wasn't among it. One of her ears swiveled in their direction, almost involuntarily. 
"Yeah; made it with a cute girl a few days ago." That was Soarin's voice. "A bunny!" 
"No kidding? So did I!" 
They were friends. Friends who were comfortable enough with each other to discuss past one-night stands.
Great. Just great...A lot of the ponies who lived in Equestria swore up and down that the place was magical, and not in a metaphorical 'The sunset is a miracle' sort of way. Judy wasn't sure she was buying it. Sure the ponies here had wings and horns; sure they had cities in the clouds. 
So why didn't they have magical booths that could swallow up small bunnies? And why couldn’t she be lucky enough to be sitting in one right now?
"Seriously cute as a button! Don't tell 'er I said that, though." 
"If I ever see 'er. Come on, Soarin, what would the odds of that be?" 
Yeah. Seriously. What would be the odds? Judy hissed furiously in her own mind. 
Not out loud. Her prey instincts were kicking in right now. If she stayed as small and still as possible and made no sound, perhaps she could get out of this with at least some of her dignity intact. 
Of course, right then, the waitress approached her. That slight movement and sound was enough to draw the attention of at least some of the ponies, Judy could see from her peripheral vision. If the pegasus mare picked up on her distress, she didn't show it; she made no attempt at subtlety as she quickly took Judy's whispered order. 
"Say, Soarin...that bunny girl of yours...did she have grey fur?" 
Oh no...
"Yeah, actually." 
"Kinda pear-shaped? Broad hips, curvy legs?" 
No...please...
"Yep!" 
"Big, pretty purple eyes you could get lost in?" 
Wait, really? That sweet bit of poetic language temporarily shook Judy out of her distress.
"The biggest! How do you know?" 
"Look!" 
There it is. Judy took a deep breath, realizing there was no way out of this. She plastered on a large, fake grin as her two former lovers slid into the booth opposite of her. "Hey, guys!" she said, aware that the corners of her mouth had just spread unnaturally wide. 
"It's you!" Judy wasn't sure if Soarin genuinely wasn't picking up on the awkwardness of this situation or if he was just being polite. "How ya doin'?" 
"Oh, you know. Good..." Judy looked anywhere but at the two ponies as she took a long sip from the straw in her glass of water. 
"Ain't this interesting?" Spitfire, on the other paw, was smirking. Judy couldn't help but get the impression that she was enjoying seeing her squirm. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had a type, Ms. Hopps." 
"Well...I mean..." Judy laughed, still trying not to meet their eyes. "I promise, that--that wasn't intentional on my part." She stopped speaking. She didn't trust herself not to start babbling, particularly because she was thinking in a series of harsh, intense curse words, none of which seemed appropriate to utter in this brightly-colored equine utopia. 
Spitfire chuckled. "Relax, you; we're all cool. Right, Soarin?"
The stallion nodded eagerly. "Yep! It’s only awkward if we make it awkward!" 
"Ha...right..." Judy released a sigh of relief. "Noooooot awkward at all." 
Right then, the waitress returned, setting down a plate of hash browns and a veggie omelet. Now that this whole situation had been defused, Judy found that her appetite had returned. The smell of fried potato and egg made her stomach grumble. 
"So, you two know each other," she said as she applied hot sauce to her greasy fried meal. 
"We're both training to be Wonderbolts," said Spitfire. She pursed her lips for a second, looking like she was debating whether to say something or not. She went ahead with it. It made sense; their fingers had been inside each other. Seemed kind of silly to hide other things from each other, right? "This lug’s the first pony I came out to. We've basically been besties ever since." 
Judy's eyebrows raised. "Oh! I got you." That made sense. Seeing them beside each other, hearing them talk to each other, Judy got the impression that they’d been close for a while, but not in that way. 
"We're here because we're on break, too." Soarin stretched out; Judy blinked as she felt something nudge against one of her feet. It must have been his hoof. "Baltimare. What do you think so far?" 
"So far?" Judy hemmed and hawed for a bit, pretending like she was seriously thinking, before breaking into a large smile. "No complaints. Whatsoever. I've...had a great time." 
Spitfire smiled, leaning forward, letting her face rest in the palm of her hand. "Glad to hear it. Not everypo--" She caught herself. "Everybody likes big city living." 
"It is louder than I'm used to," Judy admitted. "It's actually why I decided to come here." The diner had noise, of course, but it was the familiar, manageable sort she was used to back in Bunnyburrow. 
"Nothin' wrong with diner food. It just hits the spot sometimes." Soarin gazed to the side, where he let it drift to the diner's interior, settling on a grey pegasus mare who'd just been handed a large blueberry muffin on a plate. "It does feel like home, doesn't it?" 
Judy swallowed a mouthful of egg that had broccoli and pepper in it. "Yeah...home..." She sighed. "I had a blast here." Her gaze switched between Spitfire and Soarin's faces. "No regrets. Like, at all. But I am looking forward to going home." 
"Yeah...home." Spitfire sighed, a wistful sound that told Judy her mind was currently on other things. It only lasted a moment though; she snapped back quickly, fixing Judy with an interested look. "Say, I've got an idea. We're all...familiar, right?" 
Judy's gaze drifted between her and Soarin, then back again. "Yeah?" 
"What would you say we get together one last time before you head out?" She smiled at her, that same 'predator eyeing their prey before eating them' look Judy had seen days ago. "A kind of last hurrah. A...proper sendoff. What do you say?" 
"I, uh..." Judy looked at Soarin, who seemed just as taken aback as she was, but also just as intrigued. "You're suggesting a...?"
"A threesome?" Soarin smiled and shook his head. "Seriously, Spitfire...you're crazy." 
"Well, yeah. Kinda have to be, if you wanna make it as a Wonderbolt." She nudged Soarin's side with her elbow, making him chuckle. 
"Yeah, point. Can't argue with ya there." 
Judy frowned thoughtfully, finding her half-eaten omelet and hashbrowns interesting. In the span of a week, she'd gone down on a strange man and fingered a strange woman, coming to terms with her sexuality in a few different ways. She'd already done things she never thought she'd do before she left Bunnyburrow. 
Why stop now? 
"Well...If you two want to? I'm willing to try it." 
Spitfire grinned at her. Soarin slowly pumped his fist in the air while he mouthed the word 'Yeeees...' 
Judy finished the rest of her brunch quickly, suspecting she would need her strength for what was about to come. She reached for one of the pockets of her shorts when the waiter came by with the check, but Spitfire quickly placed a hand over hers. "You paid for me last time," she insisted. "It's the least I can do." 
Soarin gave her an exasperated look. "Seriously? You made her pay after taking her to a bathroom stall?" He shook his head. "Real classy, Spitfire." The way he said this made it sound like this wasn't the first time the mare had done this. Absently, Judy wondered if she should have minded, but then decided not. Guess I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I did, she reminded herself.
"I offered," Judy quickly piped up. "I wanted to!" 
Spitfire shook her head. The smile she still had on her muzzle told her she wasn't taking any of this personally. "Well, let me make it up to you now." 
Soarin and Spitfire were sharing a hotel room. That was where they wound up heading once they left the diner. Soarin insisted on picking Judy up and holding her to his chest, bridal style, as the two pegasus ponies head up past the clouds. 
There really was nothing like this sensation, Judy thought; being held tight against someone's chest in their strong arms as their powerful feathered wings pumped in the air, wind cold and bracing against her face and in her ears. She was almost disappointed when it was over and they found themselves in the building and he set her down.
As soon as the door was closed behind them, Spitfire leaned down before Judy and kissed her deeply. Judy whimpered into the kiss, reaching up to grip the sides of Spitfire's face. It didn't last nearly long enough; they pulled away from each other with a sound that was almost obscene. Judy felt a presence behind her, warm and strong. Large hands found their way under her top, reaching up to rest on her chest. 
Somehow they made their way to one of the beds without once taking their hands off of each other. When they tumbled to the bed, Judy was still in between them. She became aware of Spitfire turning her over in her arms; soon her back was pressed up against her chest and stomach, and Soarin had set himself between her splayed thighs. 
"Want me to eat you out again?" Soarin gave her an eager smile. "That was fun..." 
"Wouldn't mind seeing that," Spitfire said against one of Judy's ears, making her shiver. She was so tempted to say yes, remembering Soarin's skilled tongue bringing her to heights she'd never been. 
But something stopped her, even as the stallion slid her shorts and panties down, leaving her exposed and vulnerable between the two ponies. 
"Well...actually..." She bit her lip as one of Spitfire's hands reached up to cup one of her small breasts through her top and one of Soarin's hands creeped up her inner thigh, stopping teasingly before her opening. "I...had another idea..." 
Soarin blinked rapidly, looking confused. 
"What'd you have in mind?" Spitfire asked. 
"Well, uh...I've seen him. Unsheathed. And ever since then, I've been..." Judy whimpered as Spitfire's fingertips searched through her dense white fur, stroking one of her nipples at the same time one of Soarin's fingertips stroked between her legs, seeming to revel in finding their prizes. "I've been wondering what...what it would feel like...you know." She gulped, almost painfully aware of the ache between her legs. "In-inside me." 
Everything came to a slow stop. "Wait...you mean you two didn't...?" Spitfire let the question trail off. 
"We did mouth and hand stuff," said Soarin, reaching behind his head with his other hand. The smile had completely vanished, settling into an expression of worry. "But I didn't...I didn't want to..." He shook his head. "Well, no, it's not that I didn't want to, it's just..." He gestured to Judy's splayed, exposed body. "She's so small, and I'm...I'm, uh..." 
"Huge?" tried Spitfire.
Caught up in the moment, Judy grinned. "Hung like a horse?" The comment made her and Spitfire burst out laughing. 
Soarin's lips quirked up in a small smile, but the look of worry hadn't left his eyes. "I'm flattered you'd say that; really. You know how to stroke a dude's ego." 
Among other things, Judy couldn't help thinking smugly. 
"I just...I don't wanna hurt you." 
Spitfire had resumed stroking Judy's breast, though now she did so in a way that was more thoughtful than erotic. "He's...actually got a point there, Judy. He's built more for a pony his size...not a small bunny." She leaned down to nuzzle her cheek with her own. 
Judy was touched; these strangers weren't just good-looking or talented, they clearly meant what they were saying. They were both worried about her well-being.
Which was, in and of itself, a problem. Judy had experienced a lifetime of larger creatures underestimating her, talking down to her, being condescending to her, all because she was a small bunny. 
She grit her teeth as she made her decision. "I hear you guys. But I want this. I'm no quitter." She smirked up at Soarin. "Heck, everyone I know says I don't know when to quit."
Soarin chuckled. "You know something? I can totally believe that." He took a deep breath and shifted forward, closer to Judy. "Okay. If you're sure. But if you wanna stop at any time, if I'm hurting you..."
"I'll say so." Judy reached up to stroke Soarin's cheek. "I trust you guys." 
Soarin leaned forward, taking Judy's pink lips in his own soft, warm ones. She whined as his skilled fingers got back to work. 
"Might help if she cums beforehand," suggested Spitfire. "That'll probably help her relax enough to take it." 
"Good idea." Soarin applied more pressure, making Judy gasp. Almost involuntarily, her hips began to move, trying to get closer to the friction being applied, providing much-needed relief. Soarin didn't seem to be having any of that, though; with his other hand, he gripped one of her hips, holding her still on the mattress, only allowing her to feel pleasure as he gave it to her. Spitfire had begun kissing and licking Judy's neck; Soarin leaned forward and down, beginning to do the same to the other side of her neck. All the while, Spitfire continued to pay attention to Judy's breasts, cupping and stroking and fondling.
Sandwiched between the two ponies, both refusing to let up in their firm, warm, sinful touch, it didn't take long for Judy to reach her first orgasm of the afternoon. She didn't bother trying to stay quiet; she was certain the entire hotel could her her whimpering cries.
Judy couldn't bring herself to care. She was having a good time; let all the other ponies in this hotel know it. 
Soarin continued to stroke her through the little aftershocks, drawing gasps as he dragged his fingers through the wetness of the oversensitive flesh. 
"There we go," he murmured. Judy suspected he was smiling against her neck. "Think you're ready?" 
She couldn't seem to find words right then. The most she could manage was a rapid nod. 
"Say, she mentioned something..." Spitfire's voice held a note of concern. "You two gave oral without protection?" 
"I got tested about a week before we came here. I’m clean." Soarin's teeth found the place where Judy's jaw met her neck. "Don't worry; even I'm not that stupid." 
"Okay...good." Spitfire circled Judy's nipple with a fingertip. "Guess I should've known." 
"I...uh..." Judy shuddered as Soarin's palm rested on one of her inner thighs. "I kind of...want to try it...without one, anyway? A-a condom, I mean." She remembered how it had felt, how it had smelled and tasted, when she’d swallowed Soarin down. She couldn't help wondering how that would feel between her legs.
Soarin pulled away from her neck. "You sure?" 
"Pretty sure I won’t get pregnant. I mean...I'm a bunny. You're a pony." She laughed, giddy in her afterglow. "Don't think biology would cooperate with us there even if we wanted it to." 
She felt Spitfire shrug behind her. "She’s got us there, Soarin." 
"Okay...if you're sure." Reluctantly, Soarin pulled away from her, though just enough to reach between her knees and lift them up. As he did so, he lifted up her entire body; she was no longer touching the mattress. 
Some time in all their writhing, Soarin had undone his shorts, which now hung just below his hips. He wasn't fully erect, but it had slipped out of its sheath just enough. 
Judy gulped, feeling her cheeks warm. She'd been expecting it, and yet the sight of it still took her breath away. 
"Okay..." Soarin took a deep breath. "Okay..." Judy suspected the words were more to convince himself than her or Spitfire. "Here we go..." 
Judy bit her lip as the thick tip pressed against her, then inside. He was thick; she'd known that. She'd known this would feel new and different. Spitfire had been right, though; her orgasm had left her quivering and wet. She had relaxed enough that she could accept him, inch by inch, until his hips met with hers. 
"How ya doin', Judy?" Spitfire kissed her cheek; the hand that wasn't under her top was holding her by her side, where her thumb had begun stroking in a supportive, comforting way. "C'mon. Talk to us." 
"It...feels different..." Judy had never put her fingers inside herself before; stroking her clit had always gotten her off just fine. Reflexively, she clenched down around it, making Soarin groan. "Not bad, though." 
"No...pain?" Soarin managed to grit out. 
Judy slowly shook her head. "No. None." She'd heard that first times could hurt girls due to all sorts of things, but not her. Not now. "Think Spitfire was right." 
She felt the mare smirk against her cheek. "I usually am." 
Soarin managed to laugh, despite being sheath-deep inside Judy. "Yeah. Trust me; she won't let you forget it." 
Judy smiled. Everything was cool; everything was all right. She squeezed around Soarin a few more times before she finally said "Okay. You can move." 
He did as he was told. He held on tightly under her knees, fingertips digging into the thick fur as he pulled back, bit by bit, just to press back in. 
"Yeah..." sighed Judy, leaning back against Spitfire. "Just like that...keep going..." 
Her encouragement was all he needed to quicken his pace. Judy closed her eyes, growing more and more used to the feeling of that thick length sliding in and out of her, of strong hands and arms holding her in the air, putting her completely at their mercy. The sounds of Soarin's low grunting, occasionally interspersed with a pleasured moan or whimper, mixing with Spitfire's murmured encouragement mixed together in an intoxicating music, one Judy wasn't sure she ever wanted to stop listening to. 
At a certain point, Soarin paused, pulling out. Judy slowly blinked in confusion, then squeaked as Soarin lifted up her thighs and pushed them back toward her, tilting her hips up. She gasped as he plunged back in; with this new angle, he managed to stroke something inside her. Her eyelids fluttered shut again; as he drifted back into his rhythm, each thrust continued to rub up against that sweet spot. 
It was wonderful; amazing. But it wasn't enough. She'd begun clutching her top with her left paw when they'd gotten started; with her other, she reached down, past her knees, and down her stomach. It trembled as she pressed her fingertips at the very front of her hole. She began to stroke her clit in time with Soarin's thrusts, and that was it. That was what she'd needed. 
Soarin's grip on her legs was tightening; his thrusting was growing quicker, more erratic. Judy knew what was about to happen and bit her lip, preparing herself.
"I'm..." Soarin's panting came out in warm gusts against Judy's chest. "I'm gonna..." 
"Go on." Judy hadn't stopped stroking herself. "Don't...hold back..." 
She hadn't known what to expect...yet again, it was somewhat strange, feeling that hot flood release inside her willing, warm, wet walls. 
It didn’t feel bad, though. Still aching and not far off, herself, Judy decided she could probably get used to the feeling. She trembled as Soarin’s hips stuttered erratically against hers, hot and thick and throbbing inside her. 
All too soon, it was over. Soarin was still holding her as he pulled out, and she couldn't help but feel touched that he was still so focused on not dropping her. The smell of what they'd just done hung thick and heavy in the air; it was especially noticeable as he slowly lowered her rump back down on the mattress. He hadn't retreated back into his sheath yet; it hung limp and wet, shining in the soft sunlight shining through the pulled curtains of the window. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was her paw still between her legs.
He gave her a sheepish smile. "Sorry," he said.
Judy was still aroused; she could have gone for more. But that was all right. She smiled back up at him. "Don’t be; it's okay," she told him, hoping he realized she meant it. 
"Gimme a sec...Let me try again." 
"Take all the time you need." It had been a few minutes since Spitfire spoke. Completely boneless, Judy put up no resistance as the mare turned her back around until she was on her stomach. She stroked Judy's cheek, letting her fingertips trail down the side of her face until they were under her chin, which she then gently but firmly pushed up so that their eyes could meet. "I've been having fun watching, but I've watched enough. I need it, too." 
Judy nodded. "Right; yeah. I, uh...I think I can take care of that." 
She backed away, sitting up on her knees as she watched Spitfire unzip her short denim shorts. Judy was still aroused; she ached between her legs as she watched those shorts slide down powerful yellow legs, revealing navy blue boy shorts. She gulped as those followed, joining the discarded shorts on the side of the bed, probably alongside Judy's. She licked her lips as Spitfire spread her legs, revealing her own wet opening. 
"Well? What're you waiting for, Bunny?" Spitfire's smirk made Judy weak in the knees. "Go on..."
Judy's first thought was to use her fingers again; Spitfire had seemed to like that last time. But at the last minute, she changed her mind. She'd tasted Soarin before and liked it; she wanted to see if she felt the same way about Spitfire. 
She wasn't disappointed. The taste of the wet opening was somehow equal parts sweet and savory on Judy's tongue. Wanting more, she dragged her small pink tongue up, and was rewarded by the feeling of Spitfire's muscular thighs shuddering around her face as she began to favor her clit. 
Judy moaned at the feeling of a large, warm hand on her rump. Subconsciously, she spread her legs, very much in the mood for whatever might be given to her. Firm fingers slid between her own legs, and she sighed with relief. 
It wasn't their first round of the afternoon, but it wouldn't be the last. They only had a day left, and they made very good use of it.

"They walked me to the airship station when it was time for me to go home. I told them they didn't have to do that, but they insisted. I always appreciated that..." Judy sighed, folding her paws across her stomach. "So that was it. My first time, my sexual awakening." She raised her arms to the ceiling and spread her paws. "Judy Hopps's big slutty decadence! Now you know the whole sordid tale." She turned to Nick with a smile. "What do you think?" 
"Wow." Nick shook his head with a smile. "I mean wow. Judy Hopps, I had no idea you had all that in you!" He curled his paw into a fist with two fingers free, which he used to walk up Judy's bare stomach. "Judy Hopps, in a threesome...might have to sit on that for a while. You think you'd ever--?"
"Hey. Hey! I know what you're thinking." Judy held up an index finger just before Nick's nose. "Just because I did that once doesn't mean I'm gonna do it again." She sighed as she leaned her head against Nick's shoulder. "Besides, nowadays? Being a full-time cop? You're the only one I've got the energy for." 
"Really? The only one you've got energy for?" He gave her a smug smirk. 
"Yeah?" Judy chuckled. "Where're you going with this?" 
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just said I was enough to satisfy you." He lightly nosed the fur of her cheek. "You're getting dangerously close to stroking my ego there, Fluff." 
Judy laughed, a sound that quickly turned into a gasp as she felt something familiar poke her hip. "Let me guess...that's not what you want me stroking right now, is it?" 
He shrugged. "Not gonna lie...those stories kinda got me going." Nick let his paw slide down her stomach, hovering just above where she knew he wanted to really touch. "I'm willing to hold up my end of the bargain, tell you some of my tales, but before that, you think we could, uh...?"
Judy shook her head with a chuckle. "All right, all right." Fondly recalling those memories had made her hot and bothered, herself. Nick began to lean over her, but grunted in surprise as she pushed him away and onto his back. She smiled as she sat up, bracing her paws on his chest. "Mind if I top this time?" 
Nick shook his head, smiling as she straddled his lap. "Anything you want, Officer Hopps."