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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Zootopia_(2016)
  Relationship:
      Judy_Hopps/Nick_Wilde, Judy_Hopps_&_Nick_Wilde
  Character:
      Judy_Hopps, Nick_Wilde
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Horny_Teenagers, Panty_Raid, Older_Woman/Younger_Man,
      Semi-Public_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-23 Completed: 2017-07-08 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3254
****** Damnit Nick, Just Wait a Few More Months! ******
by Armasyll
Summary
     Lt. Judy Hopps has to deal with a constantly horny teenage Nick
     Wilde.
***** Chapter 1 *****
She'd seen his fluffy, jailbait ass turn a corner up the stairs to her bedroom,
and she followed.
She'd stalked him as he tip-toed down the hallway, to her bedroom door.
She'd stayed at the corner of the stairs, eying him as he managed to silent
open the bedroom door, even though she absolutely knew it should have creaked.
This was it.
The third fucking time she'd caught Nicholas Wilde, juvenile delinquent, in her
room.
And, surprise! He didn't sneak through the window this time.
It was dark, but she could see he was hunched over her laundry hamper, one paw
resting on the edge of the bin, the other pressing one of her panties over his
muzzle, and his back to the door, and her.
Sharp intakes of breath, and a shuddering, muffled groan came from him, and
she'd had enough.
Clearing her throat, she flipped the lightswitch, and he spun around on his
heels, his paws quickly going behind his back.
She was tired, and opened her mouth to speak.
He was energetic, and spoke first, "Ah, Ms. Hopps! It looks like you've caught
me! Breaking and entering, burglary," he held out her panties in one paw, and a
fairly expensive looking pair of carrot earings in the other.
They weren't hers. She never wore jewelry.
As he continued his shpiel, "Oh, whatever will this lonely, mature, devilishly
handsome fox do, now that he's been,"
Judy let out a gruff bark, unseemly though it may be, she was just tired,
"Wilde." and he was immediately standing in front of her, back straight, just a
few inches shy of her eye level.
He was holding the earings out to her in one paw, with a youthful, honest smile
on his face.
She sighed. "I'm not accepting these. Where did you get them? Please tell me
you didn't steal them,"
The fox was quick to answer, "Nope. Bought them off of Finnick! Real gold, and
the gemstones were from some rings that were lying around- it's yours! Now, at
least- A gift?"
The only way she would get a good night's sleep was if she just caved in.
But she wouldn't do that.
She was a bunny of the law.
And bunnies of the law didn't sleep with underage foxes.
Turned over to her dressed, she rifled through a drawer, pulling out a pair of
steel cuffs.
Managing half-lidded eyes, she spoke with authority and a little bit of
huskiness, "Mr. Wilde, I'm going to have to ask you to get on the ground,"
She cocked her hip to the side as she pressed her body against his, "And put
your paws behind your back,"
He let out a sharp, desperate, "Yes, ma'am!" and was on the ground in an
instant.
She felt the ground thud a bit, and winced.
Crouching down over him, she pressed her thighs against the back of his, and
brought one of her paws around his wrists, while the other firmly grabbed his
waist.
"I'm going to have to search you before I," she let her voice drop an octave,
"Take you in,"
His tail thrashed between her legs, nudging her in just the right- worst
possible spot.
As she groped along his pockets, which accentuated his vulpine curves she
admitted to herself, he let out a husky groan.
His hips were grinding against the floor, and she could feel his shorts tighten
up even from the back.
'Keep it together, Judy,' she told herself.
"Alright, Mr. Wilde," she said in a cutesy tone, which he responded with a
breathless "Yes,"
She continued, "I'm going to have to keep you for the night, all locked up
until someone comes to bail you out," and she slapped the cuffs on him.
He let out another groan, and his hips bucked against the ground hard enough
that she was jolted from the thighs and fell onto his beck.
Rolling off of him, she quickly made it to the door, flipped off the light
switch, and turned her head to him.
He managed to look up at her, with lustful, desperate eyes, and a panting
mouth.
She managed to choke down her own desire enough to let out a monotone
"Goodnight, Nick," and slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
A desperate whine came from behind the door as she pressed her back against the
frame, "C'mon Fluff, punish me! Make me do your laundry with my tongue! Slap me
around!"
Her hips shuddered, and she slapped a paw over her mouth as her other paw slid
down her shorts and rubbed at her slick folds.
Breathing slowly for a few seconds, she called back to him, "This is your
punishment tonight, Nick. I'll uncuff you in the morning if you're still in
there. The bed's clean," and she walked over to the guest bedroom.
She had a change of clothes in there, just incase.
And a deadbolt lock.
Gods above, she wished he'd just turn eighteen already.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Judy couldn't wait just a few more months. She needed the fox dick,
     now.
It was a damp, spring morning that found Judy doing her morning stretches for
her five kilometer run. The sun hadn't quite touched the horizon, the smell of
wet earth was all around her, and the neighborhood hadn't even woken up yet.
In short, it was quiet, and peaceful. Something she rarely experienced in the
big city. Something that reminded her of home.
Until the tell-tale footsteps of a predator made themself known. Soft plods of
pawpads, followed by light claks of claws on pavement. Quick, but rhythmic;
they were a light predator.
Then, Nick's voice sounded [i]right[/i] behind her ears. "Oh, Miss Hopps, what
a surprise meeting you here, at this spot, so early in the morning,"
Rolling her eyes out of his sight, she turned around to respond back, 'Yeah,
fancy meeting me near my home, when you live in Happytown, you horndog,' she
wanted to say. But she wasn't a rude bunny, and he wasn't a rude fox. As soon
as she got a look at him, though, and any idea of what she was going to say was
sidetracked.
He was wet. Well, damp was a better descriptor. Cream coloured gym shorts that
matched the pattern along his chest and abs. Tight, short ones that showed off
a lot of sleek, damp fur along his legs and waist, that clung to lean, toned
muscle. That hugged the curves of his- 'that hugged his form,' she forced
herself to admit.
As well as the rather large indentation of some other bits she really shouldn't
be thinking about this early in the morning. That, and a soaking wet t-shirt
that left nothing to the imagination.
He had no business looking like some Playgirl model this early in the morning,
before she could work off some steam on her daily run. 'How the hell does he
make wet clothes [i]work[/i] with damp fur?' she wondered, before she managed
to get something out.
"Yes. What a surprise," she said in a monotone voice as she reached down and
touched her toes. She could feel his eyes on her, and she could hear his slow
release of breath as she felt her running shorts stretched against her rear.
Standing back up, she approached a table and brought the heel of a footpaw on
it, stretching further. "So," she asked, "You going to join me? Think you can
handle a 'five k'?" as she glanced over at him.
He was at the table with her, leaning into it as he stretched out the back of
his thighs and calves. He really had been working out, she had to admit, as she
caught herself staring.
A sarcastic tone was his reply back, "A five kilo run? Pff, hah," and he let
out a grunt has he stretched his arched his back, "Are [i]you[/i] sure you can
handle that, old doe?"
Bringing her other leg up, she saw him eying her wiggling toes, and grinned,
"I'll have you know, twenty eight is the prime-" and then she felt her hip pop.
He let out a bark of laughter, as she grumbled, "That's perfectly natural you
little prick," to which he snarked back, "Natural in old age. Also, it's quite
large, as I know you've been eying it," and she cought him wiggling his
eyebrows at her.
Those rebellious eyes of hers did wander again, and then looked back up at his
own. With that fucking smirk he was giving her, she knew she'd been caught.
"Welp, let's run, foxy," she said quickly, and made her way to the path without
waiting for a response.
Throughout their jog, he was always right beside her. Sometimes, she'd feel his
arm brush against hers, and occasionally, his tail slide across her calves or
thighs.
She even felt him slap her on the ass with it, twice. But still, she kept
running, and still, he was always beside her.
The heat from his body was ever present, even as her fur started to dampen with
sweat, even against the cool spring morning.
Their footsteps were synced, almost sounding like one mammal running along the
vacant trail.
Their breathing was matched, though a bit laboured after they hit their half
way mark.
He smelled like violets, which she knew was his natural musk.
In the idle silence, her mind wandered.
That pelt, sleek with sweat with flexing muscles underneath.
That body, hot, and 'hot,' with laboured breathes.
His clawed paws raking up her sides, peeling her soaked, sweat-covered shirt
off as he buried his muzzle in her chest-
She fell, face first, into the grass, and Nick let out a snort.
It was soft.
But not soft enough to keep her pride from hurting, as he started laughing, and
she heard a soft 'wumph' beside her.
At least it was tasty grass, too, she thought as she nibbled on it.
There was heavy breathing, and she felt a paw on her shoulder.
Rolling her onto her back, Nick stayed prone over her.
Sweat dripped down his muzzle, and landed onto her face, as he took in a deep
breath. His eyes screwed shut as he bared his canines peaked out of his lips,
and she shuddered.
'Just a few more months,' she told herself.
His eyes opened again, half-lidded, as he pressed his hips against her thighs.
There was a sudden heat that spread throughout her.
'Just a few more,' she repeated, as her paws reached up and wrapped themselves
around his neck, and pulled him towards her.
The distance between their muzzles was gone as she pressed her lips into his,
and dragged her tongue along his sharp, predatory teeth. He eased himself down
beside her, with their lips never separing, as his paws cupped the back of her
head and the small of her back.
His hips ground against her thighs, as the paw on her back moved down to her
shorts, and curved between her legs. A heated, desperate moan left her mouth
and entered his as her hips bucked.
Kissing, and grinding, and rubbing, she then felt something more. Something
hard, slick, and hot started pressing itself up her thighs, and into the leg of
her shorts. She knew what it was, and she wanted it.
But at the same time, there was a moment of clarity. She pulled her mouth from
her fox's, and in a desperate tone, one she didn't mean, she said his name,
"Nick,"
His hips gave a small thrust, and she felt his length rub up her leg, and prod
against her groin, as he let out a laboured, "Judy, I love you,"
Another thrust, and the paw behind her head quickly went down her back and up
the back of her shirt. The moment of clarity was fading.
"We can't," she gasped, at another thrust, and he just let out a pitiful whine.
With a restraint she'd never guessed a male his age to have, he pulled his hips
away, and rolled onto his back with a groan. Looking over at him, grateful, she
could see why he was [i]pained[/i].
An impressive length was jutting out of the top of his shorts. Knotted, and
glistening with pre cum, she quickly looked away, and down at where he'd made a
mess of things.
Ruffled, matted fur, and if he hadn't been grinding his slick prick against her
thighs, she'd have been soaked down there regardless. Letting out a groan of
her own, she turned back to him.
In an exhausted, remorseful tone, she spoke queitly, "I'm sorry, Nick," And
again, her let out a groan, as he tried to stuff his dick into his shorts. It
wasn't going to fit, she knew that.
And given what she studied about foxes, it wasn't going to go down for half an
hour. Most likely more, if he didn't experience an orgasm. With a lot of guilt,
and some buried thrill, she had an idea to start to make it up to him.
"Listen, slick," she started, looking at his face, and not the shiny red
rocket, "I'm soaked, my panties are ruined, and you need to, uh," she pointed
at his cock, and it throbbed in recognition. He looked at her with a dumb
expression. She continued, though, "How about we just, um, say we're going to
look away from eachother, and finish with our paws?"
He nodded slowly, and let his eyes wander over her body as his paws gripped the
base of his knot and the tip of his cock. With one long, quick motioned, the
paw at the tip of his dick slid down, and back up. The precum making the motion
smooth, and noticably noisy.
She slipped her shorts and soaked panties off, and glanced over at him before
tossing them his way. He thought them on his face, and skrewed his eyes shut as
he took in a deep breath. 'Makes a doe feel desired,' a dark corner of her mind
commented.
Rubbing a paw gently against her clit, her eyes were glued to his cock as his
smooth strokes turned into furious jerks. Occasionally, her eyes travelled up
to his. With her panties still dangling on his muzzle, over his nose, and
between his lips, his eyes watched her own paws between her legs, and
occasionally travelled up her body.
She knew it was wrong. She knew she should have waited, but it was better than
going all the way.
Her hips trembled, and her thighs squeezed together. A squeek left her mouth as
her body shook, and she quickly slapped a paw over her mouth, muffling her
moans. Through the brief fog of her mind, she heard Nick mutter, 'Fuck,' and
turned her head to watch him.
His paws were still working his cock, and the noise of slick flesh on flesh was
louder, and faster. Her legs spread, and she dipped a paw into her pussy, and
continued furiously rubbing at her clit, working for a second peak.
Her eyes stared at his, half lidded, as she openly gave him a show. Putting a
pause on pleasuring herself, she pulled her slick paw from his clit, and
pressed it against his lips, and moved her panties away. His mouth opened, and
ran up and down her paws, and then took her claws into her mouth, lapping
against them.
Pulling her paw from his mouth, she then grabbed his paw stroking his meat, and
brought it to her face. Running her lips against its wet surface, she licked at
it, leaving it more slick than before. Pressing her body against his side, she
continued to stuff her paw into her slit, and he continued his savage,
desperate stroking.
The scent of his musk, and his sex, and everything about him, brought her a
sense of desire. Again, she was forgetting why they were separate, while trying
to achieve the same goal. Grabbing his paws, she pulled them away from his
work, and in one quick motion, was straddling his hips between her own. He
didn't fight it, and just let her take the lead.
Shifting her groin back and forth, she rubbed his length against her mound,
feeling his tip slide and prod against her clit. Their breathing was heavy, and
their eyes never left eachother's. Leaning forward, their lips met again, as
she shifted her hips forward enough to press his tip against her entrance.
His paws grabbed the bare fur of her ass and slid back up the back of her
shirt, as she slid her hips back down, taking his tip.
Their tongues twisted and tasted the other, as she pressed further, moving her
paws from the rest of his cock as she felt half of its length.
Her slick paws then moved up, and cupped his face as she felt his knot press
gently against her folds.
And then, he started thrusting. An animalistic, desperate pounding, that made
her pull away from his muzzle, and made her scream.
Her hips locked around his waist, and her face buried into his neck, as the
rapid, slapping sound of his knot pounding and trying to enter her, and as she
screamed in some mix of desperation and need. The only thing on her mind at
that moment was more release, and the large, hot, exciting feelings coming and
going with Nick's thrusts.
In a fog, she remembered looking down at him, his eyes squeezed shut as his
teeth bared, and she felt warmth. Lots of warmth, inside her, that spread down
her legs and up her chest. She came to slowly, feeling worn and tingly, and
exhausted. She may not have taken the knot, but she felt like she might aswell
have.
And streaked from thighs to neck in fox semen.
With an equally worn, exhausted fox beneath her, with a dopy smile.
There was cum all along his chest, too.
Laying her head back against his chest, she could see the sunrise, and she let
out a sigh.
"Nick," she said in a tired voice.
"Yeah," he responded back.
"I'm going to jail," she whined, burying her face back in his neck, not caring
that she was smearing his cum in both of their pelts. After a few seconds, he
let out a lazy "Nah," and hugged her, as she let out another whine.
Rolling the both of them over so that Judy was on her back, Nick's cock slipped
out of her. Leaning down, he pressed trailed a few kisses from her lips, down
her neck, and stopped at her chest. "Just gotta keep this scandalous secret
between us," he finally said, as he reached for her shorts and grabbed her
phone.
She thought he was going to take a picture of the both of them, but he'd just
tapped away at the screen. A second later, there was the sound of a received
message, and he stuffed her phone back in her shorts, and slid them up her
legs.
"Finn's gonna stop by the road just a few yards past the brush, and we can slip
in without anyone seeing us like this," he told her, and pressed pecked her
cheek. With her mouth agape, she gave him a look of horror, but quickly added,
"I've trusted him with worse thing, so don't you worry, honey bun,"
That didn't make her feel better. What could be worse than statutory rape, she
wanted to ask, but she figured it was best not to ask.
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