Nick took a seat at one of the tables outside of the ice cream parlor, acknowledging Judy with quick motion of his brow.

	“So?” She leaned in, smiling with anticipation.

	“Your ice cream is melting.”

	She looked down in surprise. After licking it off her hand, she chased it up the side of the cone and looked back up at Nick.

	“Do you know-” She dragged her tongue up the side of the ice cream. “-What day it is?”

	“The day? I think it's Tuesday.”

	She frowned. “Besides that.”

	“The 11th?”

	“Besides that... It's an anniversary.”

	“... The solstice?”

	Judy focused on her ice cream for several moments, her eyes refusing to meet Nick's. Her tongue traveled in an ascending spiral around the ice cream, before she leaned her head forward and used the far back portion of her tongue to go straight up the center, then using the tip and pushing the ice cream at the top toward the edge, which she caught with another, shorter spiral.

	She looked up and found Nick staring intently, his eyes jumping from the ice cream to meet her gaze, before quickly disconnecting and looking downward.

	She smiled. “Your ice cream's melting.”

	“Oh?” He looked at the ice cream. “That's pretty observant of you.”

	“A real compliment coming from someone as observant as yourself. Anyway, since it seems like you really don't know, I'm just gonna tell you.”

	“What happened to Tuesday?”

	“Do I normally take you out for ice cream on Tuesdays?” She frowned again.

	“No, but in my defense,” he paused, “you don't ever take me out for ice cream at all.”

	“Exactly.” She smiled. “There's an occasion.”

	“And what is this occasion? You've had me on the edge of my seat.”

	“Oh, nothing important... No big deal... Just your three month anniversary since you graduated and joined the force!” She threw her hands up in the air and gave him a wide smile.

	“Really, Carrots?”

	“Stop calling me that.”

	“I don't think there is a three month anniversary for this kinda thing.”

	“There can be a three month anniversary for anything; unless, you know, you're boring”

	Nick took another bite of his ice cream. “Well, I won't argue over free ice cream.”

	“See, that's the spirit!” She smiled and fidgeted excitedly in her seat like a child. “That isn't all, though.”

	“Oh?” He looked up, his eyes again catching her tongue as it swirled around her desert. “The ice cream isn't enough excitement for one day?”

	“Nope. I have a little surprise waiting at my place.” She smiled and took another long stroke against the side of the ice cream, a small bit getting stuck on her nose.

	“No complaints here.”

	–

	After they finished their ice cream, Judy lead the way back to her apartment, the bounce in her step embarrassingly conspicuous. Nick remained stoic, but found her positive mood contagious, and was beginning to approach the surprise with uncharacteristically high hopes.

	When they entered, Nick lagged a tasteful distance behind as Judy ran toward her only table and grabbed a glass bottle next to her lamp. Nick ignored the bottle, unable to look away from the heart warming smile on her face as she ran back over and met him in the center of the room.

	“Well?”

	Nick looked down at the bottle and felt his heart drop a bit in his chest. The liquid inside was black, tinted blue, and without even reading the sticker he knew what she was holding.

	“Liquor?”

	“Mmhm! Blueberry liquor. Wasn't easy to find, either, but it was worth it. I want your three month to be memorable.”

	“Uh, Judy, look...” Her ears began to sink at the usage of her first name. “I appreciate all the trouble you probably went through to get this, but... uh,” He scratched the back of his head. “I'm just... not much of a drinker.”

	Her eyes were widening and the weight of her lips seemed to pull his shoulders down along with them. “O-oh. I didn't think... I mean, I probably should've asked...” She forced a laugh. “Wow, that was dumb. This, is dumb.”

	“No, no, I mean, it isn't a-a... crazy assumption or anything. It's just, I mean I'm crazy if anything. And it's a... it's a real thoughtful gift.” He put his hands on her shoulders, desperate to ease the disappointment oozing out of her. “I can't believe you actually found something like this. I didn't even know they made it.”

	“Yeah,” she looked down at the bottle. “I actually had to have my parents send it to me, cause I couldn't find anything good enough around here...”

	Nick's freehand balled into a fist. “Oh, wow... I didn't think you did all that...”

	Judy turned around. “I guess I'll just send it back to them and see if they can return it. It wouldn't be any fun to drink it alone, and it wasn't... the cheapest liquor.” She laughed.

	“L-Look, Carrots...” Her ears perked up at the sound of her pet name. “I mean, if we were to drink... a little bit. Just a bit.” He put his index and thumb together to emphasize. “And I'm being serious here, just a bit... Would that maybe make you feel better about this whole thing?”

	“Nick...” She smiled, but it quickly faded. “I appreciate that, but this's supposed to be a gift. It's your three month anniversary... I don't want this to be about me.”

	“That... may be true, but, how could I enjoy my anniversary without someone there to celebrate it with, huh? And I can't have a good time unless you're having one -- that just wouldn't be polite.”

	She smiled. “I don't want to force you into drinking if you don't want to... But, uh, if you don't mind me asking, why can't you drink?”

	“Oh... Well, I... can drink. I just choose not to.”

	Her eyes sharpened. “Why?”

	“Yeah, it's just... my mind gets a little...” He tried to illustrate it with his hands, but gave up and let them fall to his sides. “Look, I just get a little dumb, is all.”

	“Dumb?” She chuckled. “How do you get dumb?” 

	“Dumb is... isn't really the right word – look. What I guess I am saying is, I get a little... depressed when I drink and, I, uh, don't want you to see that side of me.” He buried his hands in his pockets and avoided eye contact.

	Judy smiled. “Aww, Nick, that's really sweet.”

	“W-w-well, let's, uh, let's not get caught up on that.” He cleared his throat. “How about this? We drink a bit, just a small amount, and we leave it at that? I'm sure I'll be fine with just a little... That is, unless you wanna return it. You said it cost a lot... How much did you spend on it, anyway?”

	“... So if you just drink a little you won't get sad? Are you sure you're okay with this?”

	“Positive,” he put his hand on her shoulder again and gave her a reassuring smile.

	She unscrewed the bottle of liquor and looked up. “Perfect! And you shouldn't ask how much your gifts cost. It's rude.”

–

	“I'm... I”m tellin' ya, Carrots, this's gotta be the best liquor I have ever tasted. Really...”

	Judy erupted into laughter.“That's... the third time... you've said that.” She gasped for air. “You're killing me.”

	“No, but... really! It is so good....” He stared through the empty glass wobbly suspended in front of him, his mouth open and his eyes wide with wonder. “Damn, I probably shouldn't drink anymore.”

	“Yeah, I think you've had enough.” She chuckled and took the last sip from her glass, setting it on the floor by her bed. She laid back down and stretched, crossing her legs and placing her hands behind her head. Nick was stretched out on the chair by her desk, his back pressed into the edge of the seat, his body inches away from sliding to the floor.

	“Gosh... Why don't I get drunk all the time...” His head fell forward, his chin almost touching his chest.

	“I'm asking myself the same question...” She sighed blissfully. “Nick, can I tell you a secret?”

	He looked over at her and smiled. “I love secrets.”

	“...Okay, but don't laugh.”

	“Yeah, I won't, Carrots...” He stood from the chair, keeping his arm on the seat to keep his balance. “Wouldn't think of... laughing. But first things first, make some room. I'm done with this chair.”

	Judy scooted over as Nick sloppily maneuvered his body onto the edge of the bed. He tossed his legs over and stretched out along side her. “Oh... that's a lot better.” He turned toward her, inches away from her face. “So you were telling me your secret?”

	“Mmhm,” She smiled, the warmth of his breath strangely enticing, and despite smelling of alcohol, unexpectedly satisfying. “So, believe it or not, this is actually my first time ever drinking.”

	His eyes widened. “Really? I never would have guessed it.”

	“Yeah... I mean, my dad let me try his beer once but that was only a sip... And I hated it.” She laughed. “But this is the only time I've ever gotten... like this.”

	“You mean, drunk?”

	“Very drunk.” They both laughed. “I was actually trying to hide how much this burned going down.” She blushed and turned away, concealing a smile. “I didn't want you to know I was an amateur.” 

	Nick smiled slyly in response. “Don't worry, Carrots, burns for errybody, no matter how many times you do it.”

	“Guess that explains it.” She looked up and met his eyes again.

	Several moments of silence passed, and they kept their attention on each other. Nick's heart felt like it was quivering, and the vibrations were traveling all over his body in a confusing blend of anxiety, warmth, and craving. He suddenly became aware of the dryness of his lips and licked them involuntarily. 

	She was still smiling, but the smile had softened, and her eyes were beginning to travel down his chest. He felt the strong compulsion to reach out for her, and as he did it, he wondered if he'd have done the same sober, or if the liquor had taken control. The distinguishment became irrelevant as his hand rested on her back and he felt her warmth in his palm.

	He pulled her closer leaned in, and she moved with him until their lips pressed together. They closed their eyes, slowly and in unison, and Judy felt Nick probe her lips with his tongue.

	Their tongues would meet and she would shyly pull away after only moments of contact. Nick pulled downward, nibbling on her bottom lip whenever she disconnected, and she would pull him back into the kiss with her tongue, before pulling it away and restarting the dance.

	He became aware of the heat emanating off his flesh, and for a moment, everything seemed dreamlike and divinely blissful. The feeling was fleeting, and in pursuit, he slid his hand down her back and squeezed her butt. A moan escaped her and the intensity in which she kissed him grew as her shyness waned, and he reciprocated by squeezing her butt again, sliding his fingers downward toward her groin.

	Her body tensed up as he neared her privates, and her kissing slowed. He opened his eyes and saw her eyes open as well, a dim glow staring back at him. He slid his hand back up to her butt, and occasionally ventured down, but considered anything further off limits.

	Nick continued to caress her bottom while she clutched and scratched at the fur in her reach, and this went on for over ten minutes. The lingering dreamlike state from earlier had faded almost completely, and in its place there was a growing feeling of dread. He ignored it at first, but he was becoming hyper-aware of his actions, feelings, and surprisingly dismal thoughts, and it didn't take long until all the pleasure of their intimacy was gone.

	He broke their kiss and looked away, turning up toward the ceiling. His heart was beating and occasionally his tail would flick anxiously.

	“Nick...? Is something wrong?”

	“No, no... It's just...” He was struggling to catch his breath. “It's just, I... I-I don't know.”

	“...Did I do something?”

	“No! O-of course not, you were perfect. I mean you're... you're too perfect.” Nick swallowed. “This... can't be right.”

	Judy sat up on her elbow and placed her hand on his arm. “Whatta you mean?”

	“Something doesn't feel right. I can't... be right about this.” He closed his eyes. “Ugh, everything's spinning...”

	“Okay, maybe you drank too much...? Do you need anything?”

	“No, it's... I don't think it's that.” Nick sighed heavily. “Judy, why do you even... bother with me? I'm a ...really bad person. I really am.” He rubbed his face with both hands. “And I'm sorry for doing this, right now of all times.”

	“No, no, it's-”

	“-I always do this when I drink... This is why I don't drink. I can keep it inside when I'm sober, but... I'm a terrible drunk.” His chuckle led into a pained sigh.

	“Nick,” She squeezed his arm. “It's alright. You don't have to hide anything from me. You can talk to me.”

	“What's the point? What good would it do if I did talk...? All I'd do's bring you down... down to my level. And I don't want to do that to you. You're too good for that.”

	“And what's 'your level?'”

	Nick sighed, but remained silent. He closed his eyes and let a frown sit on his face. Judy started to pet his arm, and he focused on the sensation, using it to distract him from himself. It was soothing, but like using an aspirin for a gunshot wound.

	“Judy, you remember that time when we first met and you blackmailed me into helping you? When we were in Tundratown looking through Mr. Big's car?”

	“...Yeah.”

	“When he was gonna ice us, what'd I say?”

	“I... don't really remember.”

	“Y'know what I didn't say? Anything to, to help you. Anything. Everything that came out of my mouth was for me, and that was it. I didn't say a word to help you, because, honestly, I wasn't even thinking about you. I just begged for my own life, because... I'm a wimp, and I'm horrible. I don't... I don't understand why you'd want anything to do with someone like me. I mean, really here, Judy: you're so much better. You're such a special person, w-with so much potential and you can do so much. And I'm...” his voice was beginning to break, “...nobody. Just... dead weight. Selfish weight.”

	She slid up against him and held on to his chest, nestling her cheeks into the fur of his shoulder.

	“I'm a horrible person.” He sniffed and wiped his eyes. “I don't deserve you or to be a cop. I'm a fox. Foxes aren't... supposed to be cops, and they're not supposed to be in love with bunnies. I will mess this up like I mess everything up -- eventually.”

	“Nick, you're not a terrible person.”

	“I'm the worst.”

	“You are not. You hardly knew me when we got caught by Mr. Big, and you're acting like you were trying to trade my life for yours – not that I would have blamed you. I was the one who got us into that. I wouldn't have expected you to make some... grand gesture for the person who blackmailed you into almost getting killed. Give yourself a little credit.”

	Nick swallowed and sniffed again.

	“And stop saying you're terrible, okay? 'Cause you're not. You're the one who stayed behind when I almost fell off the dock. Remember? When we were being chased by Mr. Manchas? A-and, you're the one who forgives me whenever I do, or say something stupid, and you're the one who decided to stay with me after I gave you the pen, and the one who decided to become a cop -- even though you knew how hard it would be. You're not horrible... you might be a little crazy, though.”

	He chuckled, but his lips quickly curled back into a frown. “There's... more, though. Even now...” He sniffed. “All I can think is that... that you're gonna use this against me.”

	“...Use what against you?”

	“Everything... I, I don't know. But you're gonna hurt me. I don't... feel like that's something you'd do, 'cause I don't believe that's the kinda person you are, but... everything else in my life points to it.” He shrugged, the occasional sniff and crack of the noise deceiving his aloofness. “It says you're gonna hurt me, that this isn't gonna work out and that it's all a mistake, and I'm just a dumb fox who thinks he can be something better than what he is, and I don't deserve that. I don't deserve anything except to be alone, because... that's what happens to people like me.”
 
	Nick could feel Judy flinching in his arms, the sounds of her stifled cries confirming his suspicions. “Carrots...?”

	“N-nick... You're s-s-such an i-idiot.” She lifted her head off his chest and turned around, burying her face into the same spot she had been laying. She began sobbing.

	He put his arm around her and pulled her tight against him, despite feeling he had no right to feel that intimacy. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes again, and he choked them down. “I-I'm sorry I'm like this. I know you wouldn't hurt me. I... didn't mean it like that. But I know I'd find a way to hurt myself, is all.”

	“Just stop, Nick... This isn't... this isn't about that.” She sniffed and looked up at him. “You're a really special person. An amazing one. And the world has treated you so badly, “ her voice started to crack, “so badly that... you can't even see it.” She reburied her face into his shoulder again.

	Nick remained silent as he stared up at the ceiling.

	“You don't deserve to be alone.” She sniffed. “Nobody deserves that, especially not you. Especially not you. You're one of the most generous people I know. One of the smartest, and funniest, and you're so clever it's just... it isn't even fair. There isn't anybody else like you and I feel so lucky to be with someone like you.”

	Nick swallowed and bit down on his lower lip, desperately fighting the urge to cry, but feeling his control slip further as Judy spoke.

	“And if you ever forget that – I don't care if you're drinking or not – don't even hesitate to tell me. Don't ever think you have to endure that alone. And if I find out you've been keeping it from me and you're unhappy and I don't know about it, I'll be mad, okay? You mean too much to me. Don't ever think you're alone, cause you're not.”

	“Oh, jeez...” Nick did his best to keep Judy buried in his chest so she wouldn't see him crying, but she kept looking up at him.

	“You're the best, okay? There's nobody else in the world I'd rather have as a partner and a friend and as... whatever we are. You don't have to be afraid to be yourself around me. Anything, no matter what. Alright? Are you hearing me?”

	“Y-yes, I-I-I a-am hearing y-you.”

	“Alright, good.”

	“Thank you. The same goes for y-y-you. Y-you can, you can tell me anything, alright?”

	She sniffed. “A-alright. I'm probably gonna... take you up on that at some point. So be ready.”

	He chuckled and wiped his eyes. “Yeah. I will be.”

	They went quiet, their cries coming to an end. It wasn't until he opened his sore eyes and looked around several minutes later that he remembered he was still intoxicated. He wondered if he would regret it all the next day. The only thing he hated more than crying was crying in front of someone, and it had been a lot of years since that had last happened. 

	Judy felt him moving around and lifted her head to look at him, but she didn't speak. Nick looked back at her, her eyes red and puffy. He wondered if he looked the same. 

	“Have I ever told you you have a great butt?”

	Judy laughed and shifted on to her side, still clinging to his upper body, but now staring down at their feet. “You can feel it again, if you want.”

	Nick's eyes widened. He hesitated at first, questioning whether or not it was appropriate after all that had happened, but caved to his desires and latched on to her ankle, and slid his hand up the back of her leg. He went past her butt, lightly scratching her back with his claws, her body involuntarily pushing into his, and then he went back down and squeezed her again, feeling her fidget in the palm of his hand.

	He continued to play with her body until she turned around and looked up at him again, this time her eyes glassy, just as they had been before. She ended up against his lips, her legs spread, and the warmth of her groin against his chest.

	He clutched both of her butt cheeks, eagerly sliding down her legs and squeezing her thighs, the elastic mesh of her leggings squishy to the touch. With the right timing and positioning he could get her to moan, and the longer they kissed, the better he got.

	She rested her hand on his chest and felt his pecs, at one point breaking the kiss and pressing her breasts against him. Nick's hips arched upward, his throbbing erection pressing against his pants, the sensation making him inhale sharply, leaving his mouth watering.

	He pulled Judy up to his lips and kissed her on the cheek, making a trail down to her neck. The warmth no longer felt like a dream, but real, and it came in waves of writhing pleasure starting in his bones and vibrating out through his muscles. He blew lightly blew into her ear, feeling her quiver against him, a soft moan escaping her lips.

	“Can I bite you?” He whispered it softly, rubbing his cheeks against her immediately after.

	“As long as you don't eat me.”

	Nick smiled. “No promises.” He bit down lightly on her neck, enough to make her moan loudly,  louder than he had expected. Pulling away from her, he noticed her lower hips were gyrating, grinding against his chest. He reached for the hems of her shirt and lifted it, exposing the bottom edges of a black sports bra. She took the shirt from his grasp and slipped it off, tossing it on the floor.

	Judy kissed him again, pulling away and then going back in. She used her tongue liberally for the first time and Nick reciprocated, his member responding to the sudden oral stimulus. When she pulled away again, she looked down at this chest and started to fiddle with his tie.

	He undid it for her, and after directing her off his chest, he sat up and removed the shirt. Now looming above her, he got on all fours and leaned in like a predator to his prey and kissed her again, balancing on one elbow and using his hand to grip her bottom, squeezing it, and then pulling her lower body into his member.

	She moaned out loud, feeling him pressing against her privates, her hands clawing at his back for more. Nick slipped over to her ear, nibbling on the lobe, blowing gently into it. He then slid back down to her neck and sucked on spot where it transitioned to shoulder. 

	After leaving a dark mark hidden beneath her fur, he placed his chin against her sports bra and kissed it, his hands probing around her back for the hook. After several failed attempts, he managed to unhook it, leaving her breasts free against her chest. He slipped it off and tossed it on the ground. Judy stopped moving and just looked at him, that same glassy look in her eyes.

	Nick went down to her breasts and kissed the nipple, sucking on it for a moment, before licking the areola in a perfect circle and pulling the entire breast into his mouth and sucking. Judy moaned and felt her eyes roll back for an instant, her hand rubbing her own thigh as Nick played with her. He started to trail down her stomach with a line of kisses, going past the hem of her pants, stopping just where her pubic hair would have began. 

	Still over her leggings, he kissed her down the sides of both thighs. He trailed down to her knees and then back, stopping inches from her groin. Her legs were spread wide, and she looked down, cheeks red, and breathing heavy. As he moved up, he could feel the intense heat emanating from her crotch, and he could smell the savory arousal dripping out of her. 

	His lips connected with her groin, and he saw her eyes close and her body tighten. Pressing his mouth against her, he slid upward and used his chin, feeling her lower body push back. Judy gripped the edges of her leggings and started to pull them down, revealing a pair of tight, black shorts. 

	Nick took the leggings for her and peeled them off her legs, before tossing them to the ground as well. He positioned himself on his knees and grabbed her hips with both hands, rubbing her body, the soft cotton of her underwear the only thing blocking him from her fur. He placed his hand around her thighs and slid upward, the side of his thumb sliding against her groin as he pulled away.

	He rubbed his fingers together and could feel dampness from where her juices had leaked onto her panties. He then put the print of his thumb directly against her, first lightly, but he soon pressed into the fabric, sliding between her folds and finding fresh warmth. She inhaled shapely, and in response, he moved his thumb up and down in a slow motion pattern, alternating the pressure as her shorts became increasingly saturated.

	Kneeling down, he kissed up her thighs again, this time quicker, before placing his lips against her groin. He licked the fabric and could taste her, and she tasted was just as she smelled. After a few more kisses and some poking and prodding with the tongue, he got back up and looked down at her. He clutched the edges of her panties and pulled them down, Judy writhing along with him as he slipped them from her legs and then feet.

	He got back between her thighs. They were pressed against his ears, the warmth and softness of her fur making him feel at home as his tongue went in circles around her outer lips, just as she had licked the ice cream cone in front of him earlier that day.

	He started with the tip and slipped it between her lips, going low and licking up her juices, then gliding upward and rubbing her clit. Judy's body fidgeted as he made contact, and she moaned as he got higher. His lips surrounded her clit and sucked on it gently, as he flicked his tongue back and forth rapidly.

	 He would go back down when she was least expecting it, for an instant, to slide his tongue inside of her and slide upward again, returning focus to her clit. The more he licked her, the more moans she was forced to stifle, and the more moans she could not. Her body was beginning to quiver all over, in random bursts of energy, and she was no longer looking at him.

	Her eyes were closed for most of it, but when she opened them, they would end up rolling upward in euphoria. Nick didn't slow down, and with the exception of going down to lick her in other spots, he kept up on her clit, going back and forth, up and down, and alternating the pressure, sometimes going in and sucking on her, keeping her clit in place to rapidly caress her. The warmth oozing out was in no short supply, and her lips were soaked, both with her juices and Nick's saliva.

	After several minutes of abuse, her body started to calm, and she started to move around less. The moans became softer and further apart until she sank into silence. Nick pulled his tongue away and crawled up next her, her arms reflexively reaching out for him. 

	“Nick...” She was out of breath. “That was amazing... Oh... Gosh...”

	“I'm glad you enjoyed it.”

	“I did... Wow.”

	After a couple minutes of snuggling, Judy reached up and kissed him. “Do you want me to do the same to you?”

	Nick smiled. “No, no, you're tired, just relax.” He hugged her and pulled her head next to his.

	“Are you sure?”

	“Positive. I wanted to do that. Consider it a gift for... dealing with me.”

	She smiled and hugged him back. “...Best gift ever.”

–

	Nick opened his eyes and tightened his hold on the furry creature clinging on to his side. She was a warming reminder that the night before had been more than a dream. He remained with her as long as he could, staring up at the ceiling in repose, but after a longing glance toward the restroom, he pulled her arms from around his chest and stood, looking back at her regretfully as he walked.

	He was worried about exiting the bathroom and having to wait around for her to wake up. The thought of watching her sleep left a pleasant sensation in his chest, but he would have never admitted it. Instead, he settled for a shower, the room filling with steam as he warmed the water to near scolding temperatures. After using his hand to adjust it to something more inviting, he slipped his body under the stream and ran his hands through his fur, gingerly working out the knots accumulated from the night before.

	His episode in front of Judy was at the forefront of his mind, and while he was glad it was with her, of all people, he acknowledged that side of him was for her alone; though, he still regretted it, the level of candidness that had poured out of him highly worrying and highly embarrassing. Thinking about having to face her again left his face flushed and his stomach quivering with nausea. The physical reaction made him lose track of his thoughts and his mind would clear in the most unhelpful and uneasy of ways, and he was forced to think down the same paths multiple times before reaching the conclusions he desired.

	Beyond all the self-contempt, it seemed strange that there was a weight removed from his shoulders and a knot removed from his chest, both he had failed to notice before. The relief was a reminder that the very real events that had gone on the night before were weakness only from the perspective of his insecurities, but were a necessary function beyond anything. 

	His thoughts were interrupted by a faint tapping. He listened closely, but nothing followed. He went back to self-grooming, but heard it again shortly after.

	“...Nick?” Judy's voice was clear enough so that he could tell she had opened the door.

	“Oh, hey Carrots. Is something wrong?”

	“No, nothing... Um, except...”

	“What's up?”

	“Uh, it's just... I know this's weird, but could I just pee real quick?” She forced a laugh.

	“Oh... Oh! Yeah, of course.”

	“Thank goodness...” She said it under her breath, just loud enough for him to overhear.

	Nick smiled and shook his head, returning to self-grooming. He continually looked over at the shower curtain, fascinated by the his wet nudity and her close proximity. He was lost in thought as the toilet flushed. He closed his eyes and walked directly under the water, letting it run down his face.

	When he stepped back, he opened his eyes and noticed a light on the wall coming from behind him. He blinked a couple times and turned around.

	“... Nick?”

	“Ah!” He covered his lower parts and jumped back. 

	She gasped and hid behind the shower curtain, clinging to the edge and using it to cover her body. “Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you.”

	He sighed. “Maybe some warning next time...?”

	“Sorry! I thought it might be nice if I... surprised you.”

	“...That was definitely surprising.”

	Her grimace went unseen from behind the shower curtain. “So... would it be alright? If I joined you?”

	“Y-yeah, I don't see why not.” He replied hesitantly, but regretted the lack of confidence immediately. 

	She swallowed again and replied timidly. “Alright.” 

	Before she had even made an appearance, Nick felt a twinge in his lower body, and when she did, his eyes moved quickly and on their own, starting at her face, only for an instant, as if they did so out of politeness, before examining her breasts, the memory of how they contorted with his hand, and fit perfectly in his palm, both revived with the sight of the nipples he had been licking not a day ago.
	They traveled down, skipping over her belly and watching her thighs as she stepped into the shower, looking away upon noticing how the thickness of her fur changed in the sensitive spot between her legs. When he looked up at her and saw her eyes, he saw her staring back at him, and shamelessly between his legs, where his member was beginning to enlarge.

	She glanced up and met his gaze, looking away nervously before he had a chance to do the same.

	“Hi.” Nick gave a quick smile and wave.

	“Hi.” Her hands balled into fists and her cheeks burned as she stared at her own toes.

	“You have a... very nice body.”

	She swallowed and looked up for a moment, before looking back down. “Y-you too.”

	Nick took a step forward and rested his hand on her side, pulling her close and using his grip to comfort her. She reached out and put her hand on his lower back, before sliding her finger down the base of his tail, placing her palm on his behind.

	“Not wasting anytime, huh?”

	She smiled, still blushing, unable to make eye contact. “You're the one whose already hard.”

	“I told you, you have a nice body.”

	“I'm glad you like it....” 

	Nick placed both of his hands on opposite sides of her butt and squeezed, moving his hips lightly as he became completely erect. She moaned and slid her hand further down, sliding on to his thigh and exploring between his legs. Her other hand came to where his thigh and hip connected, and she ran her fingers down the crevice, stopping at his testicles and going back up to the base of his cock, sliding up the shaft and rubbing the tip.

	Nick swallowed and moved along with her. Gently, she rubbed down the shaft, using another finger, her other hand on his back thigh, scratching him lightly. She leaned forward and kissed his tip, quickly pulling her hand away from his base and holding it to keep it steady. Her lips spread as she slid it inside her mouth, caressing it with her tongue.

	He swallowed again, looking down in surprise. He wanted to comment, but all he could think about was the growing sensation in his testicles, and his desire for her to keep going. She went deeper, taking half, rubbing her tongue down the side as she pulled out and then went back in. Nick slid his fingers between her legs from the back and rubbed the outside of her parts..

	The hand on his thigh slithered around the side of his leg and grazed against his testicles. She grabbed them lightly and went deeper, pulling her mouth off slowly, dragging her tongue against the shaft and resting it on the tip. He stifled a moan and she unhanded his balls, speeding up her head and tongue motions.

	Nick's hips started to push and pull, slowly and considerate of her size, but at times pushing in when she was at her deepest. She continued through it and maintained the speed of her head, changing only the tempo of her tongue. His finger became saturated as it slipped between her lips, and he rubbed her rhythmically. He could tell she was having trouble giving pleasure as she received it – as was he – so he slowed his approach and kept his fingers from moving too quickly, or too closely to her clit.

	She felt his cock stiffen in her mouth, and looking up she could see his eyes staring straight ahead, focused and dazed at the same time. She fiddled with his balls with her free hand again, making his entire body shiver. Sliding her hand back around his leg to his behind, she squeezed his butt and picked up the motion of her head, his body beginning to lean slightly away and his eye brows twitching in light, random flickers.

	His mouth started to open, lips slowly spreading wider as he grew closer to orgasm. She held his body in place with the hand on his behind, and when she felt his legs begin to lightly shake, she went as deep as she could, sucking on him as she pushed and pulled. Warmth filled the back of her throat and she slid her hand upward on to his tail, lightly gripping the base before tightening her grip and sliding her hand as far down its length as she could reach.

	Nick moaned out loud and his entire body shuddered. He clasped his own mouth shut with his hand and bit down on his own lip. Judy released his tail, but continued to caress him with her mouth, using his own juices as lube. Nick shook and twitched sporadically for several moments, before the lubrication stopped coming and she felt him growing soft. She pulled away from his member and wiped her lips with her wrist.

	He was out of breath.

	“... How was it?” She looked up at him, not smiling, but prepared to smile, already knowing the answer to her question.

	“... Carrots... Judy... That was... Wow.”

	She smiled. “I'm glad. I wanted to repay you for last night.”

	He took a deep breath. “Consider it repaid.”
	
	“So we're even now?”

	“... If I say no, will you do that again?”

	“I will do it again even if you say yes... Just, after a little break. My jaw kinda hurts.”

	He chuckled. “Of course. To be honest, I am pretty... satisfied, after that one.”

	“I'm glad. And I'm glad it went well. That was my... first time doing that.”

	“Hell of a first time... But, I gotta ask. The tail thing, that was... amazing. Like, the feeling just...” He shuttered. “How did you know?”

	“I didn't.” She laughed and looked down at her toes. “I just really wanted to touch it.”