A Rabbit in Cheetah’s Clothing
Helicopters shone their searchlights on the bridge. The Rainforest District was live and alert with activity. Birds flew out of sight of the searchlights as a Black caiman darted down the wooden paths, making his escape. “Gotta faster than that, Bunny cop!” He wiggled underneath fallen branches, slid down the slanting paths, and did everything in his power to escape his pursuer.
Panting heavily, Judy Hopps ran as fast as she could behind him. She kept the caiman in her sight by leaping over obstacles and grabbing low branches to gain momentum. “You can’t run forever, Al!” She reached for the radio on her shoulder. “Nick! Where are you?” A garbled response returned. “Oh, cheese and crackers.” She returned her focus to running just in the nick of time, narrowly dodging a branch flying toward her.
She followed Al onto the rickety bridge on Vine Street. The helicopter spotlights focused on him. His polo was ripped to shreds. Halfway across the bridge, he stopped. Nick led the charge as other officers followed him. They stood at the end of the bridge as continued. Al turned around. There was Judy. Out of options, he looked over the edge. It wasn’t that long of a drop. He could probably make it.
“Stop, Al!” Judy stopped a few feet onto the bridge. “You’re under arrest!” The two officers began to approach slowly. Nick reached for the handcuffs on his belt. After months of tracking this gator down, they finally caught him.
Al looked over the edge again with a nervous look. “Try again, officers!” Letting his body go, he fell over the edge.
The bridge rocked and twisted. Nick grabbed the rope, hanging on for dear life. “Shit!”
Judy followed suit, watching the gator fall. They had him! “No…” Reaching for her tazer, she placed her feet firmly against the rocking bridge’s boards. “Hang on, Nick! Things are about to get rough!” With a mighty kick, she launched herself down after Al.
“Carrots! What are you doing?!” Nick shouted as Judy dove from the rickety bridge above the river. Wrapping his body around a rope segment, he could only watch as Judy fell into the depths after Al. “Judy!” He reached around the rope and pressed the talk button on his radio. “Officer Hopps, do you copy? Officer Hopps?”
The helicopter blades whirred, and radio chatter filled the air, but everyone was silent. Each moment felt like hours. He clung to the rope, waiting for any sign. Nicks radio came on. “All units, this is Officer Hopps. Subject apprehended.”
Judy sat in the ZPD locker room. It was a wild night. After just stepping out of the shower, she sat on a bench between rows of lockers. There were only two women at the ZPD, so she almost always had the locker room to herself, and this was one of those times. She couldn’t be more thankful for it. Even if Hurriet was here, she would make it quick and get out of there without her even noticing, with her being a sloth and all. She had ridden the river with AL until they went over the waterfall and landed in the central lake. From there, the helicopters could pick the two up, but wrestling with a gator was one of her most outstanding achievements so far. Then, there were the on-the-spot interviews with ZNN and the paperwork when she returned to ZPD—too much to do.
“Alright, Judy.” She sighed as she practically melted onto the cold metal bench. “You deserve a moment to yourself.” Sitting on the row of benches farthest back from the door, she knew she could get away with this. She’d much rather be doing this with Nick, but that can always wait. Reaching underneath the towel, she began rubbing her clit. “Oh, gosh.” An instant rush of dopamine and stimulus flowed through her body. “If anyone found out I was doing this here… aaaaaaaah.” She increased the intensity, working a few fingers into her pussy. “Cripes!” With her other hand, she opened the towel, exposing her flat chest to the moist air. Pinching her nipple, she continued to pleasure herself. It was a perfectly healthy form of stress relief for rabbits. Her right leg began flinching out of reflex, looking for something solid to bang against. “Geez, I’m cumming!” Her legs shot out, stretching to full length. A spurt of femcum shot from her pussy, coating her paw. Panting heavily, she lay on the bench, arms and legs draped over, touching the ground. “Geez, I need to shower again.”
Emerging from the locker room after a second shower, she was ready for her day. Nothing stopped Judy Hopps. The sun was out, shining through the doors and tall windows that towered to the ceiling. It was already noon, the chase and aftermath took way longer than she had expected. Approaching the center kiosk, she spoke to Clawhauser. “Hey, Clawhauser. Did the process Al yet?” No response. “Clawhauser?” She jumped on the kiosk. “Oh, he’s not here.” The clock by his station read 12:53. “Ah, lunch break.”
His computer was wide open. “I can check myself.” Hopping into his chair, she woke the computer from sleep. “Password… GazelleFan01?” She sighed, annoyed that that worked. Entering Al’s name into the database, she read up on everything related to the case. All the break-ins, thefts, and kidnappings throughout the last few months. “Not processed yet? Why the heck are they waiting?”
While Judy was looking into this, Clawhauser returned. He came through the front door, staring at his phone, and the audio leaked through his headphones. “Oh boy! Just a few more hours.” On-screen, he was watching live footage from the most recent Gazelle concert. In his other hand, he held an extra-large veggie Shawarma. He shoved the rest into his mouth with only a few bites left, balling up the wrapper paper. Garlic sauce leaked from the corners of his mouth, and red flakes of the extra-spicy spice blend coated his lips. Whatever Clawhauser did, it was always extra.
Judy was lost in her little world. Digging into the files was intriguing, learning just how much Al was guilty of. Clawhauser entered the Kiosk, tossing the wrapper into the trash. Judy sniffed the air. “Who got Shawarma?” Her stomach growled, finally realizing how little she had eaten in the last 12+ hours. “Maybe nick would like some too.” She put the computer back in sleep mode and rotated the chair. However, she was greeted with the enormous, flabby, clothed butt of Clawhauser. “No, wait! Clawhauser!”
“Aaaaaah.” Clawhauser took his seat, wiggling his rear in the padded chair. Waking the computer, he punched back in and resumed his duties. That is, he continued watching the concert on his phone. “Just a few more hours.”
Underneath Clawhauser’s rear, Judy felt crushed; literally. Who knows just how heavy Clawhauser was, but he was heavier than he should be. Luckily for Judy, she was tougher than most rabbits. All she could do was give muffled shouts.
Clawhauser’s stomach rumbled. “You’re not hungry. I just ate, buddy.” It rumbled again. “Oh.” He looked around. No one was around. Leaning forward slightly, he wiggled his butt and let loose. *pffffffffft* “Oh, that’s much better. Judy thought otherwise. Although she was unable to scream, she was still able to breathe. Unfortunately for her, she got a direct shot of Clawhauser’s fart. Right into her face and soaking into her fur, the smell was not going away. *prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt* Clawhauser let another one fly. Judy protested the best she could, shouting a muffled cry for help. A third one let loose but was promptly interrupted. “Oh no!” Clawhauser shot up from his chair and ran for the bathroom. “That one wasn’t good!”
Judy took long, deep breaths of fresh air, tinged with the lingering odor of Clawhauser’s aroma. “Oh goodness, I thought I was done for.” Smelling her fur, she recoiled. “Ugh. I need another shower.” Hopping down from the chair, she slowly made her way to the locker rooms. Her bones and muscles were sore.
Undressing again and entering the shower, Judy blasted the hot water. It rushed down her body, dampening her fur and soaking her body. “Alright, I need to get back out there. Just real quick, wash this stink off me.” Scrubbing her body with a bar of soap, she vigorously scrubbed, leaving layers and layers of suds covering her body. The bathroom began to smell like soap, the steam leaking into the changing room. Taking a whiff of her arm, she recoiled. “Gah, it’s still there!” It stung her nostrils, making her eyes water. “Carrots…”
Scrub, scrub, scrub. Sniff. Disgust.
This pattern repeated for a good while. Every part of her didn’t seem to want to give up the odor bestowed upon it by Clawhauser. Judy had nearly used up the entire bar of soap as she reached her legs. The sliver of soap that remained melted away under the blistering hot water. “Really?” She sighed. “No problem. I’ll just get the other one from my *beeelch*.” She covered her mouth. A spicy, meaty smell wafted through the air. “Wow, excuse me.” She walked out of the shower and looked through the bathroom bag she had kept in her locker. Opening the box, she returned to the shower.
Another round of scrub, scrub, scrub, sniff, disgust. Due to all the suds and foam covering her body, she had failed to notice something, though. Her grey fur was slowly tinting yellow. “Darn it all!” As half of the bar was used, she gave up. “I’ll have to use some of my body wash when I get home.” Tossing the bar to the holder mounted to the wall, she finished washing up for the third time that day. The entire time, she couldn’t stop burping like a total slob. “I haven’t eaten anything since…” she stopped to think about it, but was interrupted by a rippling fart, making her tight asscheeks shake. It echoed throughout the shower area, lasting for a few seconds. Judy froze, shocked by what she was doing. “I need to stop eating junk food.” The smell lingered longer than the sound. “Oh!” She covered her nose. “Yeah, way less junk food.”
She stepped out of the shower and toweled off, her washboard of a chest exposed to the chilly air in the locker room. “That’s strange,” Judy said, sliding her vest over her chest. “This is tighter than usual.” Fiddling with the straps on the shoulders, she loosened it. “Maybe the girls are finally coming in.” She slapped the vest. “Hahaha, no.” She giggled to herself. Rabbits weren’t known for having large bust sizes. Out the door she went, radioing that she was finally on her way.
Mid-afternoon, Judy Hopps was on patrol in Savannah Central. It was a nice change of pace from the months she had spent tracking Al down in the Rainforest District. The bright sunlight was refreshing, especially as it aired out her fur from the incident earlier that day. Even though she was assigned patrol, she was also on parking duty. Even though she was Zootopia’s famous Bunny Cop, that did not grant her a pass from the simple duties. So much had happened since her first days on the force that even if she had encountered the driver who owned the vehicle she was giving a ticket to, they weren’t nearly as mad as they would have been.
Something was off today, though. Not as many people were waving to her. Several kids would usually come up to her and want to say hello, shake her paw, or get a selfie. Today, several people walked past her like she was a total stranger. That was all well and good for Judy, though; she could focus on getting her work done. However, something about it made her feel empty. She wasn’t one to crave the limelight or attention, but the sudden lack of it made her feel like something was missing.
As she wrote a ticket on a shiny new Lumin electric car, a cow ran up to her. “HEY! What’s the big idea!” He snatched the ticket from underneath the wipers. “I just got back, you really gonna do this to me?” Judy prepared to say her peace, but held back another burp. This had been happening all day. “You Hopps wannabe.” He hopped in his car and drove away, ticket in hand.
“Wannabe? What does that mean?” Judy looked down at her vest. She had her badge and nametag on. However, something caught her attention. Her fur was bright yellow. “What?” She pulled back the sleeves of her shirt. Indeed, her arms were bright yellow as well. “Did I use too much soap or something?” She pounded her fist into her hand. “That’s why!” Everyone had been looking at her funny because they thought she was a different officer. Another shower at home would surely rinse all this out of her fur. Entering the alley behind her, she pulled out her phone. She took a selfie of herself and sent it to Nick.
Me
Guess what? I’m going blonde!
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Nicky
Whoa there Carrots. I think Orange would suit you better.
Then we’d match.
Seriously though, why the sudden change?
Me
Long story, I’ll tell you later.
Nicky
Alright. Keep me on edge.
Judy looked at the selfie in the shade of the alley for a bit. “Wait a second.” She zoomed in on her face. “When did my eyes change color?” The radiant purple irises had turned to a bright amber color. “You know what…” Her train of thought was interrupted by a loud, disgusting, smelly fart. *THPPTPHTPHPHHPH* It echoed, the sound bouncing off the walls, growing louder and louder. Judy hid behind a trash can as passersby stopped, their heads raising and ears perking, to find the source of the sound. Seconds later, everyone started coughing and gagging. They ran from the alley, thinking something had died and the smell was too much for them to bear. Judy took deep whiffs of the air around her. “It’s not that bad.” Thinking about what she just said, Judy thought she was going insane. “I’m not vulgar. What’s going on?” She covered her face, hiding her embarrassment from, well, herself. Her face flushed with heat. “Just get up. Keep going. You’re just gassy today.” She removed her hands from her face and nearly screamed. Her yellow fur on her hands had taken an orange hue. On top of that, her palms were white, and black spots littered her hands. “Please no…” She pulled back her sleeves. To her horror, the spots had appeared on her arms, too. A breeze drifted through the alley. Long whiskers poked out of her cheeks.
Judy stood. “It wasn’t the soap.” Her stomach gurgled and rumbled. Her expression turned from unease to fear. “Not another one.” She clenched her stomach, feeling the vibrations. She had to hold it in. “I gotta get home.” She started running down the street, and civilians stopped to watch the rabbit with cheetah fur that just ran out of the alley. Unfortunately, this was the wrong decision. The moment she picked up speed, her stomach caved in. *PRTRTRTRTRGURTRUFNASUTUTUT* A green cloud wafted from her rear, boosting her speed as she ran. However, the effects counteracted themselves as her body began changing. Her pants grew tighter and tighter by the second until they exploded into shreds of fabric behind her. Her shirt followed suit, the Kevlar vest’s adjustable straps adjusting themselves with the pressure until they hung on by an inch. The long, trademark rabbit ears were reduced to half length into her skull, the mass repurposed into her cheeks.
Judy stumbled, the new weight on her body throwing her off balance. Falling to the sidewalk, people surrounded her. Some pointed, some laughed, but most took their phones out and took pictures. “Who is this dude?” A horseman asked.
“I don’t know, but he sure is bold, coming outside with no clothes.”
“You think he’s on the way to that naturalist club? He’s not far, if so.”
Judy raised her head. The entrance to Mystic Spring Oasis was right there. Its high decorative walls separating the individuals from the outside world. “Move, please!” She didn’t register that her voice was a few notes lower. She reached for her phone, snagged it with her pudgy fingers, and waddled her fat body as fast as she could to the main doors. She had a call to make.
“Alright, Carrots.” Nick Wilde entered the doors to Mystic Spring Oasis. He finished his desk duties for the day and was not properly dressed: his uniform shirt was not tucked in, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck. “Never thought you’d call me here. What’s going-“ a smell hit him. This wasn’t Nagi’s “natural deodorant” either. “Whoa!” He covered his nose promptly. Yax pointed to a dark corner. Even he was covering his nose.
A large figure was in the shadows, but Nick couldn’t make it out. Nonchalantly, he strolled over, covering his nose as well. “Alright,” his voice was muffled. Who goes there in the shadows?”
“Niiiiiiiiick.” A weak, masculine voice sounded. “I need help.”
“Ok, but I need to see you.” He stood there casually. “You can come out with your hands up, but I don’t think that’s necessary.” Regardless, the figure emerged from the corner, the bead curtain giving way to the mass. “Wait. Clawhauser?”
“No, it’s me! Judy!” An obese cheetah emerged from the shadows. The white patch on her white belly showed off the layers of fat. Supple man boobs sat on top of the rotund belly. Pudgy, squishy cheeks wrapped her face with two round amber eyes and a wide nose. Her eyes glistened with tears at the moment, tears flowing down her face. A long, fluffy, black-tipped tail coiled around her right leg meekly.
“Alright, Clawhauser. Why are you pranking me? I thought you were supposed to be stalking Gazelle by now. Didn’t you take all your vacation days to follow her on tour?”
“NO!” Judy ran up to him. “Listen. I know it sounds super weird, and I don’t even like talking about it, but this is what happened.” Judy relayed the day's events to him, frantically pacing back and forth.
“Wait.” Nick was holding back a laugh. “You’re telling me,” he wheezed, nearly failing in his efforts to do so, “that he farted on you.” Nick couldn’t help but snicker. “Then you were farting like mad,” Judy pouted as he barely kept it together, “and now you’re like this.” Judy nodded. Nick fell backwards, curling into a ball, laughing his butt off. “Wow, you really got the butt end of that one!” He guffawed at his awful pun.
“Nick, I’m serious. Something is wrong.”
“Bet you’re having a real gas!” He pounded the floor, not holding back any of his laughter. Even Yax was lightly chuckling. Judy however, had her usual stern look on her face. When translated onto Clawhauser’s it didn’t look very serious at all. “What’s the matter, Clawhauser? Cat got your tongue?!” He began wheezing. The empty lobby was ringing with his raucous laughter. At that moment, he received a phone call. Between gasps for air, he managed to answer calmly. “This is Wilde.”
“Hey, Nick. This is Clawhauser.” Nick’s laughter stopped immediately.
“Hey… Clawhauser…” His eyes widened with confusion.
“I’m leaving for my vacation, just now, but I realized I forgot to take my computer from my desk.”
“Yeah…”
“Can you put that in my locker for me? I’d be suuuuuper super appreciative. I’ll even get you a Gazelle T-shirt. What size are you? Obviously you’re not gonna be an XXXL, right? Maybe a S?”
“No, you don’t have to do that.” He looked at his phone, then back at the Clawhauser before him.
“You sure?” Nick reassured him. “Alright. Thank you again. You’re the best. Say hi to Judy for me!” He hung up.
“So.” Just leaned over, hands on her hips. “Who was that?”
“Uhh…” He tucked his phone back into his pocket. “Look, you gotta understand, Carrots. This is a strange set of circumstances.” Judy urged him to go on. “And uh…” He was struggling to think of an excuse for his behavior.
“That’s fine.” Judy stood upright. “How about you take me to your place and we try to figure out what happened?”
“Yeah, that. That sounds like a good idea. Yax?” He turned to the yak, now returning to meditating. “Do you have anything to cover my friend here? Anything at all?” Judy released another fart into the air the *pffffffft* sound making her cheeks vibrate. “Better yet, maybe a cork?”
“It’s riding up again.” Judy adjusted the towel that was riding up her asscrack. Seeing an off-duty cop and a fat cheetah in a makeshift toga was a sight to behold, and the many pairs of wandering eyes made that evident.
“Just hang on. We’re almost there. Nick led Judy down a paved road heading out of downtown. The sights were familiar. The stone bridge and the willow trees were littered about the open, undeveloped fields outside of town.
“Wait, you live here?” Judy asked as they approached the large factory. “I thought you were just hiding out here all those months ago.” A brick entrance stood at the edge of a long, dirt driveway.
“Nope.” Nick gazed proudly at his place. The only other time Judy had seen even a glimpse of his place was when she had come back to tell him about the night howlers. Unlike Judy, Nick lived in an abandoned factory. The towering brick building was shaped like a cylinder cut in half. The front-facing wall had many shattered windows, immediately looking decrepit. Mold and vines were climbing up the walls where they touched the ground. “I’ve been here for years. 1955 Cypress Grove Lane.” He sighed. “I had big plans for this place back when I bought it.” They started walking down the driveway. The smell of must filled the air as they approached. The closer Judy got to the building, the more unease filled her.
“Like?” Judy stared at him, still not accustomed to being taller than Nick.
“Oh, just a place for predators to hang out and be predators.” Judy looked at him with shock. “No, no, not one of those places.” He held his hands up in front of him. “Look, I’ll tell you about Wild Times later.” They reached the line of double doors. Choosing the pair on the far right, he slammed into them, and they opened. The inside was just as decrepit as the outside. Poles as thick as Clawhauser’s head were placed every 30 feet, supporting the ceiling; some of them had large chunks taken from them. Various ceiling tiles were on the floor in pieces. Most of the lights up above were either empty or contained shattered plasma bulbs. The walls were clean as if they were washed by hand. “Welcome. Mi casa, su casa.” Nick continued into the building as if nothing was wrong. However, Judy purposely dodged any grimy spots on the floor, long cracks deep in the cement, or any other structural errors she didn’t trust. Nick led them her to the far right corner. In the shadows sat a pile of pillows and blankets. A small table held a lamp hooked to a long extension cord. A small antenna TV sat on the floor facing the pile of blankets.
“Is this where you sleep?”
“Sure is, Carrots.” Nick pulled off his uniform shirt and tossed it onto the floor, revealing a white wife-beater. “Been living here for years. Completely off the grid.”
“How have you been getting your electricity?” Judy was absolutely baffled.
“Generators with solar panels.”
“How about rent?”
“Homestead exemptions. Nothing of value. Pay for everything in cash.” Nick dove into the pile of pillows, burrowing as a fox would. His head and arms popped out to continue their conversation. “As far as they know, this place is abandoned, but I own it. Can’t tear it down.”
“Food?”
“Eat out.”
“You MUST have running water!” Just shouted, worriedly.
“Uh, yeah. Bathroom’s right there.” He pointed to two doors, clearly labeled for their intended occupants. “Just don’t go crazy with the shower, alright?”
“But…” Judy’s fatty body wiggled and jiggled as she processed all of this. “You’re an officer of the law!” She pointed a finger at him. “You can’t be living in a slum like this! You have to set an example!”
“What? Live in a fancy apartment where I have to keep the noise down, mind my manners, and spend all the money on rent?” Nick gave her a look clearly telling her she should know better. “I’ll stick to what I know, thanks. Besides. It’s cozy in here.” He disappeared inside the pile of pillows. “You know, before we were civilized, foxes would burrow in the ground? So would rabbits.”
“Ugh!” Judy stomped into the bathroom, barely squeezing her fat body into the girl's bathroom. The grey tiles were grimy and covered in mold. Three stalls stood bolted to the wall, each of them looking like something from a bad horror game. Judy stood in the narrow entry to the bathroom, trying to be as small as possible. “Ok…” Nervous and shaking, she took slow, short steps. The mirrors were smudged. Two of the sinks were broken, the pieces pissing. Around the corner was the shower. Pulling back the cloudy curtain, it was surprisingly clean. No mildew, mold, or any sign of age. “At least this is clean.”
Something scurried across the floor behind her. “Who’s there?!” She turned, seeing no one there. Her fat joggled as she shook. The lights flickered. The echoing sound of water dripping. Where was it coming from? “Come out with your hands up!” She reached for her tazer, but only felt soft linens. NO! Hopping into action, she sidled against the nearest stall. Accustomed to a small nimble body, she would have landed without a trace. However, her obese body slammed against the stall, cracking the plastic at the joint. “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Her scream filled the bathroom. *prrrrrrrrrrfrfrfrfrfrfrft*. A nasty, wet fart shot from her rear, filling the bathroom with screams and stink. She couldn’t resist it. Judy sniffed the air. “Oh, yeah.” A deep whiff. “That’s nice.” Another sound was added to the noise. Gagging. “WHO’S THERE?!” She snapped back into action. Ramming stall doors open one by one, she finally found who was there. “Nick!”
Nick, hiding in the farthest stall, was gagging from the smell of Judy’s fart. “Gah, have you always been like this?” He covered his round, black nose with both hands.
“No,” Judy blushed, hiding her pudgy face. “It’s not like I uh…” She hated this. Something had to fill this awkwardness. But what. An idea entered her head, a disgusting one. She fought against it as Nick gagged, unable to escape the stall, as Judy was blocking it. Giving in, Judy reached for Nick, grabbing him by the neck of his wifebeater. “Think it’s funny to scare me?” He grinned sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. Not waiting for his response, Judy released a foul burp into his face. He coughed, unable to prevent it from entering his system. The smell was intoxicating. Wafting into his nostrils, it flowed to his brain.
His eyes widened. Drool oozed from his maw. His mind fogged. “Hey…” His voice was distant. “You have any more of that?”
“Nick?”
“You know, anymore of that good stuff.” His brain was fried.
It clicked. The intrusive thoughts had won, and Judy would follow them. “Yeah. I do.” Shuffling Nick about in her hands, she used her left hand to pull off all the towels in the makeshift toga. She tossed them onto the bathroom floor and threw Nick onto it. Standing tall above Nick, mountains of jiggly fat, his dick hidden beneath a pouch that hung from her belly, and man boobs many times larger than hers used to be, she relished this. Something in her head told her to embrace it. “You really want more?” Judy smirked. Not waiting for his response, she turned around and slammed her fat ass onto Nick’s face. He struggled for only a few seconds before his arms flopped against the floor. Judy could feel him sniffing her asshole. “Here it comes, big boy.” Closing her eyes, she clenched her muscles and opened her ass wide. *THPPTPHTPHPHHPH* The mighty fart reverberated through her ass, sending waves through the mountainous fat on her body. “Oh, yeah. There we go.” She wiggled her ass sinking further onto Nick’s head. *PRTRTRTRTRGURTRUFNASUTUTUTUTUTUTUTUTUT* Nick’s arms stretch wide, spasming in joy. He took long, deep whiffs of Judy’s farts. This continued for hours. Occasionally Judy would stand up and Let Nick take a breather, but it wouldn’t last for long.
The two left the bathroom, Nick being dragged by the wrists. He was so lost in pleasure that he couldn’t even move. With her larger size, dragging Nick wasn’t hard at all. It looked a lot like a child dragging around a stuffed animal by the arm. She placed Nick beside the pillows. “Hey, you good?” She poked his face—no immediate response. He was still breathing, but he didn’t move. “Well… I’m gonna go and shower, alright?” She didn’t know why she was walking to him if he wasn’t responding. Rather than the women’s bathroom, which now stunk of farts, she went in the men's bathroom. Something felt dirty about it. It wasn’t the first time she had to enter one of course, but having to enter by choice somehow seemed wrong. Then again, she was Clawhauser right now. Wouldn’t that make it normal? Whatever, no one was around.
Standing under the water stream, Judy thought about how many showers she had had today. This would be the fourth already. “How do I wash this body?” Using the soap that was already in the stall, probably Nick’s, she tried to wash all of the folds and flaps but kept finding more areas that weren’t clean. Then came the moment that she dreaded and was actively avoiding. Raising her belly flap, she blindly grasped for Clawhauser’s penis; she supposed it was hers in this case. It was soft at the moment, and she could feel the little spikes along its shaft. “Whoa.” She could really feel her touch against it. It was really hers. Instantly, it sprang to attention, reaching a girthy 5 inches. Lust hit her like a train. “Oh wow.” Her dick wasn’t anything impressive, but the feeling that came with it was entirely new to her. Just a single touch was enough to send her to the moon. Her whole body was soapy and slippery, too! “I really shouldn’t.”
The temptation was too great. Slowly, she began stroking. “AAAAH!” She covered her mouth, but her hand didn’t stop. Faster and faster. Each stroke against the spikes sent her body into euphoria. Every long stroke over the head sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Every inch of the penis was an erogenous zone! “Oh, carrots.” She panted, her voice echoing in the tiled stall. It was so loud that she didn’t hear the door open. As Judy’s legs quivered with each stroke, a wet hand slapped her massive ass. “WAH!” She turned, but was instantly prevented from doing so by a snout being shoved into her ass. It felt familiar. She strained to look over her left side. A small dark red hand was sunk into her fur. “Oh, it’s Nick.” His nose penetrated her asshole, sniffing quickly and feverishly. “Oh, I know what you want.” She was ready to lean over and let another fart out for him, but she had a better idea. Nick’s nose was plugging her asshole, preventing her from farting, but that couldn’t stop her from building up.
While stroking her dick, Judy wiggled her ass. Nick remained there, taking in the smell he had learned to crave. Judy clenched her ass cheeks, squeezing his face between them, only driving him deeper. She could already feel it building up. Thinking of ways to take in lots of air, she began taking deep breaths and swallowing air. This had an adverse effect, causing her to burp. The smell lingered in the shower. If only Nick could smell it. Judy reached behind her and blindly searched for Nick’s head. Using his head as a makeshift toy, she pressed him in and out of her asshole. Nick allowed this to happen. The stink had taken him. This was working. Judy could feel it building up in her gut. Soon, she would release a fart that would rock Nick’s socks off. Judy edged closer and closer to climax as well. The spikes were getting sore from so much stimulation at once.
“Here it comes, Nick!” Judy wasn’t sure whether she was talking about her climax or the fart. A few seconds later, she had her answer. “OOOooooOOOOOooooOOOOOH!” Cum sprayed from her dick, coating the wall. Pathetically, there was only one, long rope. Soon after, the build-up in her ass was too much—pressure bean to release around Nick’s nose.
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Nick shot from her ass like a bullet and hit the wall. A visible stink cloud filled the shower. Judy caught a whiff of it. “WHOA!” A skunk loves their own brand. Even Nick was smelling it, his dick rock hard from the experience. He was feverishly jerking off while he constantly smelled the lingering fart in the air. Judy saw this and backed her ass closer to him. “Let me help.” Her ass was only an inch from his nose. Nick’s nose shot to her asshole again like it belonged there. Now that a fresh canister had just been fired, the chamber was still hot. Taking in the direct source of the smell, he came in record time, coating Judy’s leg with rope after rope of cum.
“I don’t know what to do though, Nick!” The two walked down the main road the following day. After Nick had recovered from Judy’s chemical warfare, he ran off to the ZPD and broke into Clawhauser’s locker, bringing back a uniform that would fit.
“Just try to be Clawhauser,” Nick nudged her, “Clawhauser.”
“But what do I tell them? ‘Sorry, guys. I came back from vacation early. Can I get my hours back?”
“You can try. I’ll tell them that Judy had a family emergency and she doesn’t know when she’ll be back.” Judy took a moment to realize that Nick was talking about her in the third person. “And YOU are Clawhauser now. It can’t be hard to answer phone calls and be Dispatch. I’m sure you read the manual backward and forward in the academy anyway.”
“Fine,” Clawhauser sighed. The two walked in the front doors and were immediately met by Chief Bogo.
“Wilde.” Bogo didn’t look pleased. “Clock in and meet me in the office. We need to go over your paperwork on the Rainforest case.” Nick sighed and saluted. “Clawhauser. I thought you were on vacation?”
“I… uhh….” He froze. “I realized that I needed to hang around.” He wasn’t sure that would work. “I tried to get in the system and undo my vacation time, but it wouldn’t let me.”
“Is it down again?” Bogo pounded his thigh. “I’ll have IT look into it. Meanwhile, get to work.” He sighed. “A bummer. I was looking forward to my Gazelle concert T-shirt.” He turned around, heading for his upstairs office. “You did take two months off after all.”
“TWO MONTHS?!” Clawhauser covered his mouth. Bogo turned and looked at him quizzically. “Yeah. That’s just as shocking to me.” He laughed nervously and darted for the desk. “Let’s get to work.” Sitting in his chair, he came to terms with everything. “Two months as Clawhauser…..”",
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