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The precinct’s break room smelled like stale coffee and leftover donuts—same as it did every afternoon. Nick sprawled across the couch, one arm slung behind his head, the other scrolling lazily through his phone. Judy sat sideways between his legs, her ears twitching against his thigh as she tapped at her own screen. Their shifts had been mercifully dull, leaving them with nothing to do but kill time and indulge in their shared hobby.
Judy's nose twitched as she scrolled, her thumb pausing mid-swipe. "Huh." The sound was casual, but Nick's ears pricked up anyway—rabbit tells were subtle sometimes, but his time as her partner (and other arrangements) had honed his instincts. He leaned over her shoulder, chin resting atop her head as he peered at her phone. The screen displayed a freshly updated profile on their favourite cucking forum, username K9_King, featuring a torso shot of a heavily muscled German Shepherd with a badge clipped to his belt—just enough uniform to be tantalizingly official.
Nick's grin was slow, deliberate—the kind that usually preceded mischief. His tail twitched against Judy’s hip as he tapped the screen with a claw. "Well, well. Isn’t that Officer Ruffner? The one who transferred in from the Savannah Central precinct this morning?" The badge in the photo was unmistakable, the same polished gold they’d seen clipped to the Shepherd’s broad chest during roll call. Judy’s ears shot upright, her nose scrunching in that adorable way it did when she was equal parts intrigued and flustered.
Judy's breath hitched—just a fraction, but Nick caught it. He always did. Her ears twitched again, this time with the telltale flick of nervous excitement. "You think it's really him?" she murmured, tapping the screen to expand the profile. The photo was cropped just above the muzzle, but there was no mistaking the thick furred chest, the badge clipped to the pulled open police shirt. The caption beneath read: New in town. Looking for a good time with someone who appreciates a real K9’s stamina.
Nick’s chuckle vibrated against Judy’s skull as he scrolled through K9_King’s profile with deliberate slowness, his claw pausing over a particularly bold line in the bio: Prey preferred. I like ‘em small enough to toss around. Judy’s ear twitched again—this time, Nick could practically hear the gears turning in her head. He knew that silence. It was the same one that preceded her diving headfirst into rodent-sized chaos or staking her career on a 48-hour case. Dangerous. Delicious.
Nick’s tail curled lazily around Judy’s waist, his claws tapping against her phone screen as he scrolled through the rest of K9_King’s profile. The German Shepherd hadn’t posted any full-face shots—smart for a cop—but the glimpses were enough: thick paws resting on equally thick thighs, a bulge straining against uniform pants in one particularly suggestive mirror selfie. Judy’s nose twitched again, her breath just a shade quicker than before. Nick could practically hear her pulse thrumming beneath her fur.
Nick’s claws drummed against Judy’s hipbone, the rhythm slow and considering. "Y’know," he murmured, lips brushing the tip of her ear, "we could go say hi. Officially. Break room small-talk style." His tail flicked against her thigh—a deliberate, teasing stroke. "I mean, it is a slow day. And we are on break. And he does have a thing for small, tossable prey..." He let the implication hang, watching the way Judy’s fingers tightened around her phone.
Judy’s ears stiffened, then twitched—once, twice—before swiveling back toward Nick. Her voice was impressively steady, but he didn’t miss the way her nose scrunched. "You wanna just… walk up to him? What would we even say?"
Nick’s grin widened. He slid off the couch in one smooth motion, pulling Judy up with him before she could protest. "Oh, Carrots," he said, adjusting her collar with exaggerated care, "when have I ever needed a plan?" His claws lingered at the hollow of her throat, thumb brushing the rapid pulse beneath her fur. "We’ll wing it. Ask how he’s settling in. Casually mention if he's single ask about his interests. See if he bites." His teeth flashed in a sly, knowing smirk. "Metaphorically. Unless you’re into that."
Judy swatted his paw away, but her laugh was breathless. "You’re impossible."
"And yet here you are," Nick said, stepping back to gesture grandly at the break room door, "following me into another terrible idea."
Officer Ruffner was leaning against the counter near the coffee machine when they ambled in, his broad shoulders taking up enough space for two mammals, he looked like his profile photo but larger in person—an imposing figure in his ZPD blues. His fur was the classic German Shepherd mix of rich blacks and warm tans, the darker shades forming a saddle-like pattern across his back while the lighter gold fanned out over his chest and muzzle. Even half-slouched against the counter, he stood above Judy and Nick easily with Judy's face only reaching chest under his pecs, Officer Ruffner’s uniform strained slightly against his frame—not from poor tailoring, but from the sheer bulk beneath. His chest was a solid wall of muscle, the navy fabric pulling taut across his pecs, sleeves hugging biceps thick enough to make Nick instinctively straighten his posture.
Officer Ruffner turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, his dark ears perking up. Nick watched the Shepherd's nostrils flare slightly—taking in their scent—before those sharp amber eyes locked onto them. Judy, ever the professional, extended her paw first with an easy smile. "Officer Ruffner, right? Welcome to the 1st Precinct. Judy Hopps." Nick stayed nearby but didn't crowd them. "And I'm her much more charming partner Nick Wilde." He said smoothly with a smirk.
Ruffner’s paw engulfed Judy’s in a firm but careful shake, his claws retracted to avoid pricking her smaller digits. "Pleasure to meet you both, I remember seeing you two on the news a bunch, if you hadn't stopped Bellwether I probably wouldn't have a job, thankfully I was on a pretty important op when you had that little...speech." He said referring to her little messed up speech on the news that certainly didn't paint predators in the best light. "But hey you did right in the end and that's what matters." He said looking her up and down before looking over at Nick. "And Wilde—your reputation is legendary think i even was assigned to clean up one of your hustles once, glad to see you've turned a new leaf uniform fits you well."
Judy’s ears twitched once—a nervous tell Nick had catalogued years ago—but she didn’t shrink back. Instead, she smoothed a paw down her uniform, her voice steady when she responded. "Yeah, that speech... not my finest moment. But we’re all learning, right? Even us dumb bunnies." Her smile was self-deprecating but genuine, and Nick caught the way Ruffner’s ears perked at the phrasing. Interesting.
Nick watched Ruffner’s reaction to Judy’s words with the sharp focus of a fox who knew exactly how to read a room. The Shepherd’s ears had perked—just slightly—at the self-deprecating 'dumb bunnies' comment, but there was no hostility in his gaze. If anything, his amber eyes lingered on Judy’s face a beat too long before flicking down to her uniform badge and back up. Interesting.
Nick leaned against the counter, deliberately casual, while Judy shifted her weight—subtle, but he recognized the tell. She was sizing Ruffner up, not as a cop, but as something else entirely. The fox let his tail swish lazily, drawing the Shepherd's attention away from Judy's telltale twitches. "So," Nick said, tilting his head, "what brings you to our humble precinct? Command transfer or did you request it?"
Ruffner chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through his chest as he crossed his thick arms. "Requested it, actually. Needed a change of scenery after spending three months undercover in the Rainforest District. Too humid for my taste." His gaze flicked to Judy again, lingering just long enough to make her ears twitch. "Plus, heard good things about the team here." He said adding as an afterthought. "Also wanted to be closer to Zootopia has so many sights and people to see."
Nick's grin didn't waver, but his tail gave a slow, deliberate flick against Judy's leg—their silent signal that the game was on. He watched Ruffner's nostrils flare again as Judy stepped just a fraction closer under the pretense of reaching for a coffee cup.
Judy's paw hovered over the coffee machine buttons—just a little too long to be casual. "Rainforest District, huh?" she said, ears tilting forward with practiced interest. "That's gotta be rough on fur. Bet you're glad to be somewhere with actual sunlight again."
Ruffner chuckled, the sound rolling through his broad chest. "You have no idea. Spent more time dealing with mold in my gear than actual cases by week two." He flexed one paw absently, claws glinting under the break room lights. "Still, made for decent workouts. Nothing like chasing perps through knee-deep mud to keep you in shape."
"Ugh being in mud reminds me of training, I feel like if I have to spar with you in mud I'd definitely be at a disadvantage." She said letting that image fill his head both of them sweaty and wrestling in the mud, she cleared her throat, pouring her coffee with deliberate slowness. "Speaking of workouts... what do you do to unwind? When you're not, y'know..." She gestured vaguely at his uniform. "Being an upstanding officer of the law."
Ruffner’s tail gave a slow wag—casual, but Nick didn’t miss the way the Shepherd’s posture loosened, his shoulders rolling back just enough to accentuate his chest. "Gym, mostly," he said, claws tapping against the counter. "Got a home setup too—weights, punching bag, the usual. But honestly? Second beststress relief’s a good run. Something about it is primal, y’know?" His gaze flicked to Judy’s legs, then back up. "Bet you’ve got the stamina for it."
Judy's ears perked up at the deliberate phrasing, her nose twitching as she took a slow sip of coffee. "Second best stress relief, huh?" She tilted her head, letting her gaze trail down Ruffner's chest before meeting his eyes again. "What's the first?"
Ruffner's chuckle was low, warm—the kind that vibrated through his chest and made the fur on Judy's arms stand up. He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms in a way that made his biceps strain against his sleeves. "Well, Officer Hopps," he said, his voice dropping just a notch, "some things aren't exactly precinct-appropriate conversation." His claws tapped against his forearm, slow and deliberate.
Nick's grin turned positively vulpine as he pulled out his phone with a theatrical flourish. "Oh, I dunno, Officer Ruffner—some things are exactly precinct-appropriate when you've got the right audience." His claws tapped the screen twice before spinning it around to display Ruffner's own forum profile—the one with the partially unbuttoned uniform.
Ruffner's ears shot up, his amber eyes widening for a split second before his training kicked in—cool, composed, but Nick didn't miss the way his claws flexed against his forearm. The Shepherd's gaze flicked from the phone to Judy, then back to Nick, his voice carefully measured. "That’s... not something I expected to see during my coffee break." His tail stiffened slightly, betraying his unease despite the smooth delivery.
Nick pocketed his phone with a lazy flick of his wrist, his smirk softening into something more conspiratorial than confrontational. "Relax, Ruffner," he said, leaning against the counter like they were discussing the weather instead of the Shepherd's extracurricular activities. "We're not here to narc. Just happened to stumble across your... hobbies while browsing ourselves." He nudged Judy with his elbow, her ears twitching in confirmation.
Judy cleared her throat, her ears twitching once before settling into a more relaxed position. She took a slow sip of coffee, buying herself a second to gather her thoughts. The steam curled around her nose, warm and familiar, grounding her. "So," she said, her voice deliberately light, "you don't need to worry."
Ruffner exhaled—slow, controlled—his shoulders lowering half an inch as the tension bled out of his posture. His claws uncurled from where they'd been digging into his forearm. "Well," he rumbled, tail giving a cautious wag, "that’s a damn relief." His gaze flicked between them, amber eyes sharp with reassessment. "Though I gotta say, stumbling across my profile implies you two were browsing that forum together." His ears tilted forward, curiosity overtaking wariness. "Which is... not standard partner bonding."
Nick's shrugged a little. "Yeah we're together that part bogo knows about." He said as Judy stepped closer to him. "What he doesn't know is Nick can be quite the cute cuckold." She said giving his clothed balls a teasing little slap.
Ruffner's eyebrows shot up, his gaze flicking between Judy's paw—still hovering near Nick's groin—and the fox's unruffled smirk. "Well," he rumbled, a slow grin spreading across his muzzle, "that explains the forum browsing." His tail gave a lazy wag as he leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. "So, what's the plan here? You two just out to tease me, or is there an actual invitation in the air?"
Nick's grin didn't waver, but his tail flicked against Judy's thigh—once, sharp—a silent cue. She caught it, her nose twitching as she stepped closer to Ruffner, close enough that the Shepherd had to tilt his head down to meet her gaze. "Invitation's there if you want it," she said, her voice dropping to that husky register Nick loved. "But we don't do rushed. Coffee first. Then... we'll see buuuut if you want to sample the goods you can touch or kiss if you want."
Ruffner's ears twitched, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled Judy's scent—shampoo and lavender and that faint musk Nick knew drove other mammals wild. The Shepherd's claws flexed, but he didn't reach out. Yet. "That so?" His voice was rougher now, less cop and more predator. "And what about him?" A jerk of his muzzle toward Nick, who was lounging against the counter like this was just another Tuesday.
Judy didn't even glance back. "Who cares what he thinks?" she muttered, pressing herself tighter against Ruffner's chest. The Shepherd's paws were already sliding down to grip her hips, claws pricking lightly through the fabric of her uniform pants. Nick could see the way Judy's breath hitched when Ruffner's thumbs dug into the dip of her waist—right where she liked it.
Nick didn't flinch at Judy's words—didn't even blink. This was their game, their rhythm. The sharp little digs were part of the dance, the way her dismissive tone made his stomach twist in that delicious way he'd come to crave. Instead, he just leaned back against the counter, tail flicking lazily as he watched Ruffner's paws tighten on Judy's hips. The Shepherd's claws were out just enough to prick through her uniform fabric, and Nick didn't miss the way Judy's breath hitched at the sensation.
Ruffner's muzzle twitched into a slow grin as Judy pressed against him, her smaller frame fitting snugly against his broad chest. His claws flexed against her hips, just enough to make her shiver without tearing the fabric. "Well," he rumbled, his breath warm against the top of her head, "can't say I saw this coming during my first week." His nose dipped to nuzzle against one of her ears, inhaling deeply. "You smell even better up close."
Ruffner didn’t waste time. The second Judy gave him permission, his paws slid up from her hips to cup her chest, squeezing her tits through the fabric of her uniform with a roughness that made her gasp. His claws pricked lightly against the stiff material, teasing her nipples into tight peaks even through the layers. Judy’s breath hitched, her ears twitching as Ruffner leaned down to capture her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips without hesitation, dominating her mouth with the same confidence as his paws dominated her body.
Ruffner growled into Judy’s mouth, the vibration sending a shiver down her spine as his paws roamed over her body with a hunger that bordered on desperate. One thick paw slid down to squeeze her ass through her uniform pants, claws digging in just enough to make her whimper against his tongue. Judy arched into him, her smaller frame molding against his muscular chest as he lifted her slightly—just enough to grind his growing bulge against her stomach.
Ruffner didn’t hold back—couldn’t, not with Judy pressed against him like this, her warmth seeping through the stiff fabric of their uniforms. His paws were everywhere at once, rough and insistent, kneading her ass like he was testing ripe fruit at the market. Judy gasped when his claws pricked through the fabric, the sharp points sending little shocks of pleasure-pain straight to her core. He growled against her mouth, his tongue pushing deeper, tasting her—coffee and something uniquely Judy, something sweet and sharp that made his cock twitch in his pants.
Nick cleared his throat loudly, the sound sharp enough to cut through the heated moment. "Alright, lovebirds," he drawled, tail flicking in amusement as Ruffner reluctantly broke the kiss, leaving Judy panting and flushed. "As much as I'm enjoying the show—and trust me, I really am—we are still on the clock." He tapped his badge meaningfully, though his smirk never wavered. "Bogo’s got a sixth sense for this kinda thing, and I’d rather not explain why the new transfer’s got his paws down my girlfriend’s pants before lunch."
Ruffner pulled back with a wet pop, lips glistening from Judy's saliva, and barked out a laugh so sudden it startled her ears upright. "Fair point, Wilde," he rumbled, wiping his muzzle with the back of one paw while the other remained firmly cupped around Judy's ass, Judy reluctantly moved away from Ruffner while chuckling a little herself. "Yeah, yeah, don't wanna get written up for public indecency," she teased, smoothing down her rumpled uniform with exaggerated care. Her ears twitched toward the hallway—no approaching footsteps yet. Good.
Ruffner adjusted his belt with a low chuckle, his claws lingering near the buckle longer than necessary. "So," he rumbled, eyes flicking between Judy’s flushed face and Nick’s knowing smirk, "if not here... where?" His tail gave a slow wag as he leaned back against the counter—casual, but his ears were tilted forward in clear anticipation.
Nick's smirk widened as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone with a lazy flick of his wrist. "How's your schedule looking tonight, Ruff? We've got a booth reserved at that new tapas place near the precinct—rabbit-friendly portions, but," his eyes gleamed as he tapped the screen, "plenty of private seating in the back."
Ruffner’s ears perked up at the mention of the tapas place, his claws tapping against his forearm again—this time in anticipation rather than tension. "Private seating, huh?" His grin was all teeth, predatory in a way that made Judy’s nose twitch. "That sounds like an invitation I’d be stupid to turn down."
"It's settled then, you can show up at nine we'll text you the table booth number, not excepting anything too crazy just touching base setting boundaries stuff like that." Judy said perking up a little. "We really should be getting back to work though." She said finishing her coffee before leaving the break room.
Nick waited exactly three seconds after Judy’s footsteps faded down the hallway before flicking his tail to stop Ruffner from following. "Hold up, big guy," he said, voice dropping into something quieter—less playful, more deliberate. The fox leaned against the doorframe, blocking the exit just enough to make his intent clear without being overtly confrontational. "Don't worry I'm not here to rain on your parade I can see how much your looking forward to Judy." He said with a small chuckle.
Nick's ears twitched toward the hallway—still clear—before he stepped closer to Ruffner, lowering his voice just enough to make the Shepherd lean in. "Look, between us, Judy’s got this little fantasy she’s been too embarrassed to bring up." He smirked as Ruffner’s ears perked forward, claws flexing against his biceps. "Turns out our carrot-loving bunny’s got a thing for... unexpected workplace interruptions. Nothing public," Nick added quickly, tail flicking toward the precinct bullpen beyond the door, "but if you happen to catch her alone in the evidence room? Or ‘accidentally’ brush up against her in the locker bay?" His grin widened at the way Ruffner’s pupils dilated. "Let’s just say she won’t be filing a complaint."
Ruffner’s muzzle split into a slow, toothy grin. "That so?" His tail gave a single, deliberate wag as he cracked his knuckles—the sound loud enough to make Nick’s whiskers twitch. "And what exactly’s on the menu for these little...surprises?" His claws tapped against his utility belt, right above where the bulge of his cock strained against his uniform pants.
Nick shrugged, feigning nonchalance even as his own pants felt uncomfortably tight. "Groping’s a given. Maybe pin her against a filing cabinet if you’re feeling bold." He licked his lips, watching Ruffner’s nostrils flare. "Oh, and she loves being called dumb. ‘Stupid bunny,’ ‘pathetic little rabbit’—really gets her going." The fox chuckled at Ruffner’s raised eyebrows. "What? You think Zootopia’s sweetheart cop doesn’t have a degradation kink? Trust me, she’ll melt like butter if you whisper how she’s just a hole for real predators."
Ruffner’s growl was low, vibrating through the space between them like a live wire. "You’re one lucky fox, Wilde." His claws scraped against the countertop as he pushed off, looming over Nick with deliberate intimidation that made the fox’s tail puff slightly. "Tell me one thing though—why’re you so damn eager to share her?" His breath was hot against Nick’s ear, musk heavy with aggression and arousal. "You like watching her get claimed by bigger males? Like knowing you’ll never stretch her the way I will?"
Nick didn’t flinch when Ruffner loomed over him—didn’t bare his teeth or puff his tail like another fox might’ve. Instead, he tipped his head back just enough to expose the pale fur of his throat, a silent concession that had Ruffner’s nostrils flaring. "Yeah," Nick admitted, voice softer now, less slick and more sincere. "I do. Love seeing her like that—all flushed and panting, taking what she really needs." His claws tapped absently against his thigh, a nervous tell Ruffner didn’t miss. "And yeah, okay, maybe I like knowing I can’t give her that. The way she looks at guys like you—like she’s starving and you’re a five-course meal." He huffed a laugh, ears flattening slightly. "Hell, even her whimpers sound different with a real knot in her."
Ruffner’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, more amused than threatening now. Without warning, he leaned down and nipped at Nick’s exposed throat—not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to make the fox’s breath hitch. It was the same playful bite he’d give a vixen after a good romp, all teeth and no malice. "Good cuck," he muttered against Nick’s fur, tongue swiping over the spot afterward just to feel the way Nick shivered. "Just marking my territory." He pulled back with a grin, licking his chops like he’d just tasted something delicious. "See you at nine."
Ruffner didn't waste time. The first 'accidental' encounter happened barely an hour later in the precinct's narrow evidence hallway. Judy was balancing three case files against her hip when the Shepherd's broad chest bumped into her from behind, sending papers scattering. His paws landed heavy on her shoulders to 'steady' her—one sliding down to squeeze her tit through the uniform before she could even yelp. "Whoops," he rumbled right against her ear, the word more growl than apology. His claws pricked through her shirt just enough to make her gasp. "Clumsy bunny."
The second 'accidental' encounter happened during Judy’s afternoon patrol shift, just outside the precinct’s locker bay. She was bent over, rummaging through her duffel for a spare ink cartridge, when a familiar, musky scent filled her nose seconds before a heavy paw pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her halfway into the locker with a soft thump. Ruffner’s breath was hot against the back of her neck as his free paw slid around her waist, claws dragging lazily over her belt buckle. "Lost something, Officer Hopps?" he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. Judy’s ears shot upright, twitching toward the empty hallway—no witnesses. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "Just—just my spare pen," she managed, her voice embarrassingly breathy. Ruffner’s chuckle vibrated through her spine as his paw inched lower, cupping her ass through the uniform pants. "Mmm. Cute." He gave her a sharp smack—just enough to make her jump—before sauntering off, leaving Judy flushed and fumbling with her locker handle.
The third 'accidental' encounter came during patrol, when Ruffner "happened" to take the same shortcut through Tundratown's maintenance tunnels. Judy was halfway through checking a suspicious pawprint near a coolant vent when a large shadow fell over her. She barely had time to turn before Ruffner crowded her against the frost-lined wall, his warm chest pressing her against the wall. "Freeze, officer," he growled playfully, pinning her wrists above her head with one massive paw. His other paw slid down to grip her ass. "Maybe your not an officer just a Bunny slut playing dress up huh?"
Judy's gasped a little when Ruffner pinned her against the wall, her ears flattening instinctively as his hot breath fanned across her muzzle. The cold metal of the Tundratown pipes seeped through her uniform, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off the Shepherd's body. "S-someone could—" she started, only for Ruffner to cut her off. "See?" His chuckle was dark as his muzzle dipped to scrape teeth along the length of her ear. "That's the fun part, dumb bunny." His free paw groped her roughly through her pants, claws catching on the seam just enough to make her squirm. "Bet you're dripping already—just from getting manhandled like some back alley fucktoy."
Judy barely had time to catch her breath before Ruffner was gone again—vanishing down the tunnel like some kind of predatory ghost, leaving her pinned to the wall with nothing but the memory of his claws and the damp heat between her thighs. She smoothed her uniform with trembling paws, ears perking back up as she reached for her radio. "You told him where I was didn't you Wilde!" She said with a huff the laughing on the other end of the radio was all the answer she needed, thankfully that was her last interruption of the day.
The tapas place smelled like garlic and paprika, the low hum of conversation blending with the clink of silverwareNick's Hawaiian shirt—yellow tonight instead of green—hung loose over his tan pants, the top two buttons undone just enough to show a sliver of cream underbelly fur. Judy had swapped her uniform for a snug, navy-blue sleeveless turtleneck that clung to her curves, paired with black leggings that did absolutely nothing to hide the way her hips flared. She'd debated jeans, but the way Ruffner's claws had pricked through her uniform earlier made her want something... accessible.
Nick was lounging against the booth. Judy tapped her foot under the table—not from impatience, but because the memory of Ruffner’s claws still prickled under her uniform. "I can't believe you set me up like that." She huffed but clearly wasn't really mad, her paw reaching up to adjust the turtleneck that suddenly felt too tight.
Nick's grin was lazy as he leaned back in the booth, the vinyl creaking under his weight. "C'mon, Carrots. You're telling me you didn't enjoy getting pinned like a butterfly in a display case?" His tail flicked against the seat, the tip just brushing Judy's thigh. "Because your ears were doing the whole"—he twitched his fingers in a rapid flutter—"thing."
She groaned a little with a smile. "I will admit his whole predator talk thing got to me." She admitted shifting slightly in her seat, her thighs pressing together briefly. "But still! You could have warned me!"
Nick stretched his arms behind his head, the fabric of his shirt pulling taut across his chest. "Oh please, where’s the fun in warning you?" He smirked as Judy rolled her eyes, her nose twitching in that adorable way it did when she was pretending to be annoyed. "Besides, you’re the one who said you wanted ‘spontaneous workplace encounters’ last week. Just delivering the goods, officer."
"I was just mentioning a fantasy I didn't think you'd do it with a guy we met today." She said with a small shake of her head, her ears flopping slightly as she did so, her fingers drumming on the table. Nick leaned forward, resting his chin on one paw while the other traced idle circles on Judy's knee beneath the table.
Nick's smirk widened as he watched Judy's nose twitch—that telltale sign she was trying (and failing) to stay annoyed. "Carrots, let’s be real," he said, leaning in close enough for his breath to stir the fur on her ears. "You loved it. Ruffner’s got you wound up tighter than a spring in a jack-in-the-box." His claws tapped against her knee, slow and deliberate. "Admit it."
Judy opened her mouth to retort, but at his gaze she just nodded. "Fine yes I enjoyed him the whole muscular predator thing, he's a canine an actually good police officer...i may have read his file a little, so yeah I enjoyed it and I'm excited, but are you fine with this do you think Ruffner is a good fit for you?" She asked grabbing his paw under the table wanting him to be honest.
Nick squeezed Judy’s paw back, his thumb rubbing slow circles over her knuckles. "Carrots, if I wasn’t fine with it, we wouldn’t be here." His smirk softened into something more genuine, his ears flicking forward. "And yeah, Ruffner’s perfect. Guy’s got the whole ‘dominant but not a dick’ vibe down pat." He snorted, glancing toward the restaurant entrance. "Also, the way he growls? Come on. You’d have to be dead not to shiver...he may have bit me a little as well so I'm kinda hoping he's you know a little bi maybe?" He admitted with a slight flush of his own rare for Nick.
Judy's ears perked straight up at Nick's admission, her eyes widening as she leaned across the table. "Wait, he bit you?" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her fingers tightening around Nick's paw. "Like... where?"
Nick chuckled, rubbing the side of his neck where Ruffner's teeth had left a faint mark beneath his fur. "Right here, Carrots," he said, tilting his head to expose the spot—pale cream fur slightly ruffled, the skin underneath still warm from the memory. "Not hard, just... possessive." His grin was lopsided, less sly and more sheepish. "Kinda liked it, if we're being honest."
Judy's ears twitched, her nose scrunching as she fought back a grin. "Nick Wilde, are you blushing?" she teased, leaning back relaxed glad Nick liked Ruffner as well. "So you hope he's bi because?" She prodded.
Nick's ears twitched as he glanced toward the restaurant entrance again, his tail giving a slow flick against the vinyl seat. "Well, I mean—" He cleared his throat, suddenly fascinated by the condensation on his water glass. "I wouldn't mind him you know pinning me see if he likes foxes too hope I get to see how nice his knot is and stuff."
Judy laughed softly. "Does Nicky have a little crush?" She said before taking a breath to calm down a little. "But honestly Nick I'd be fine with that too if he bit you he's probably into you at least so we can bring that up to him as well, maybe we could service his cock together?" She said the late bit quieter with a minxy grin.
The next twenty minutes passed in easy silence between Nick and Judy—just the clink of ice in their drinks, the occasional brush of paws under the table, and Judy’s ears flicking every time the restaurant door opened. Nick stretched his arms behind his head, watching Judy’s nose twitch as she nibbled on a breadstick, her eyes darting toward the entrance every few seconds. "Relax, Carrots," he drawled, nudging her foot with his. "Shepherds are punctual. He’ll be here right on—"
The door swung open with a gust of city air, and Ruffner strode in like he owned the place—his broad shoulders barely clearing the frame, his dark fur slightly mussed from the evening wind. His patrol uniform had been swapped for snug black jeans and a gray Henley that clung to his chest, the sleeves rolled to show off thick forearms. Nick’s tail gave an involuntary twitch.
Ruffner’s nostrils flared as he spotted them, his gait slowing into something predatory as he approached the booth. Judy’s ears shot upright, her paw freezing halfway to her glass of water. "Evening, officers," Ruffner rumbled, sliding onto the bench beside Judy with deliberate ease. His thigh pressed against hers, warm even through the fabric of their pants. "Hope I didn’t keep you waiting."
Nick smirked, swirling the ice in his glass. "Nah, we were just discussing how much Judy hated getting pinned in that tunnel today." He kicked Judy lightly under the table, grinning at her indignant squeak. "Absolutely despised it. Right, Carrots?"
Judy elbowed Nick hard enough to make him wheeze, but the way her tail thumped against the seat betrayed her. Ruffner chuckled, draping an arm along the back of the booth behind Judy’s shoulders—casual, but possessive. His claws tapped idly against the vinyl. "That so?" He leaned down, his muzzle brushing Judy’s ear as he murmured, "Because I could’ve sworn I felt you grinding back against me, Hopps."
Judy's ears flattened against her head, but she didn't pull away from Ruffner's proximity—if anything, she leaned slightly into the heat of his body. "I—" Her nose twitched once, twice, before she exhaled sharply through her nostrils. "Fine. Maybe I did grind back a little, but only because you were being all... predatory about it."
Ruffner chuckled, easing back slightly—still close enough that Judy could feel the heat rolling off him, but no longer crowding her into the booth. "Alright, alright," he said, raising his paws in mock surrender. His voice dropped the growling edge, shifting into something smoother, more conversational. "We are here to eat, not just maul each other in public. Even if someone’s"—his gaze flicked to Judy—"really damn tempting." He grabbed a menu, flipping it open with one claw. "So. What’s good here besides the view?"
Nick's smirk softened as he scanned the menu, his usual rapid-fire quips dialed back for once. "The garlic shrimp's good," he offered, tapping the laminated page with a claw. "They don't skimp on the portions, and the bread soaks up the sauce right." He glanced at Ruffner, his tail giving a lazy twitch against the booth. "Unless you're not a sea food guy. Then I'd recommend the stuffed mushrooms, but fair warning—they're spicy."
Ruffner’s ears perked slightly at Nick’s recommendation, his thick claws tapping against the menu. "Garlic shrimp sounds good," he mused, voice low and rumbling. "Haven’t had decent seafood since I transferred. Knew a place there did a killer lobster roll." He said with a small fond smile.
Ruffner leaned back slightly, his arm still draped behind Judy’s shoulders as he glanced between the two of them. "So, how’d you two meet?" he asked, his voice casual but his gaze sharp—like he was piecing together more than just their history. "Aside from the public record stuff."
Judy grinned, resting her chin on her paws. "Oh, it's a great story—"
Nick snorted into his drink, shaking his head. "She's gonna spin it like some heroic meet-cute. Truth is, she blackmailed me into helping her solve a case." He flicked an ear toward Judy. "Threatened to arrest me for tax evasion on all my hustling profits."
Ruffner chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his ears perked with interest. "Tax evasion, huh?" He glanced at Judy, his smirk lazy but intrigued. "That’s one way to get a fox’s attention."
Judy rolled her eyes, but there was no real irritation in it—just fondness. "Oh please, you loved being blackmailed," she said, nudging Nick’s foot under the table. "Admit it. You were bored out of your mind before I showed up."
Nick chuckled softly, swirling the remnants of his drink before taking a sip. "Bored? Nah. Just... unfulfilled," he admitted, his usual sly edge softened into something more genuine. He flicked an ear toward Judy. "Then this hyperactive bunny barrels into my life, starts dragging me into alleys and shoving me into train cars—suddenly, hustling popsicles doesn't seem so exciting."
Food was ordered and delivered while Judy and Nick gave how their story went off record with Ruffner being pretty interested and openly laughing at some of the stuff especially when they got to how they started doing cuckolding stuff together.
"Wait so your bully from childhood who was a fox had a crush on you and he completely by accident helped solve one of the biggest cases in the last like 30 years and then you went back to visit your family and let him knot you while your now fox boyfriend watched like a cuckold?" Ruffner said in basically one breath shocked and clearly loving that little story.
Nick's grin was all teeth as he leaned back in the booth, swirling his drink lazily. "Oh yeah she did, she hasn't even told the most embarrassing part yet." He said with a chuckle looking over at Judy.
Judy sighed embarrassed. "I may have lost track of time and had to meet up with my family still...smellinglikegideon'scumandmusk." She said quickly and all at once.
Ruffner barked out a laugh so loud the couple at the next table nearly spilled their wine. "No way," he wheezed, wiping at his eyes with the back of a massive paw. "Your parents didn't say anything?"
Nick chuckled back. "Her dad didn't but well her mother did and might have thought she was cheating on me, so then I had to explain to her mother, what a cuckold is basically as well as our more open relationship, luckily she was surprisingly okay with it."
Ruffner nearly choked on his drink, his ears shooting straight up. "Wait—you explained cuckolding to your mother-in-law?" His tail thumped against the booth in disbelief. "Man, I think i get why you managed to hustle so many people if you can somehow get out of that situation no worse for wear I guess we're all lucky you didn't turn into a super villain." Ruffner said with another small chuckle.
Nick smirked back. "But this has been my master plan all along, becoming a cuck to a Bunny is just one step of my evilll plan!" He said, waving his paws dramatically, then dropped his voice to a stage whisper, "Phase two involves Judy getting so popular that she eventually becomes mayor, then ruler of the whole world and boom I'm the cuckold to the Queen of the world and I get all the best sloppy loads to clean up."
Ruffner’s laughter rumbled deep in his chest as he reached for his drink, shaking his head at Nick’s theatrics. "Queen of the world, huh?" He took a long sip, his gaze flicking between Judy and Nick with amused curiosity. "Guess that makes you the royal towel fetcher, Wilde. You gonna wear a little crown while you’re on cleanup duty?"
Nick waggled his eyebrows at Ruffner, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. "Oh, I’d wear more than just a crown. Picture it—a whole uniform for the royal cleanup crew. Velvet gloves for handling the mess, a little sash that says 'Official Spunk Wrangler'—"
Judy buried her face in her paws, her ears flopping forward as she groaned. "Oh my god, stop," she mumbled, though the way her tail twitched betrayed how much she was enjoying the ridiculous banter. Ruffner’s chuckles only deepened, his broad chest rumbling against her side as he reached over to tug her a little closer. "Guess I should get in the future Queen's good books then."
Judy exhaled slowly, her shoulders loosening as Ruffner's warmth seeped into her side. His arm draped around her waist was comforting now she was still excited but leaned into it now. "I guess a queen would need a strapping handsome knight by her side." She said before flicking his nose a little. "So they can take all the arrows."
Ruffner snorted, his claws flexing against Judy’s hip where his paw rested. "Strapping handsome knight, huh?" His smirk deepened as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Thought foxes were the sly ones, but damn, Hopps—you’ve got a silver tongue when you wanna flirt."
The plates had been cleared, the drinks refilled twice, and Ruffner found himself pleasantly surprised by how effortlessly the night had flowed—no awkward silences, no forced small talk, just easy banter that felt like picking up a conversation mid-sentence. He leaned back in the booth, one arm still draped behind Judy’s shoulders, his claws idly tracing patterns against the vinyl. "So," he rumbled, glancing between them, "it’s getting late. What’s the plan now? I’m not holding any expectations here—just curious where you two wanna take this." His tone was casual, but his ears were perked with genuine interest, his tail giving a slow wag against the seat.
Judy’s ears twitched, her paw tapping against the table as she glanced between Nick and Ruffner. “Well,” she started, her voice light but with that undercurrent of determination Nick knew all too well, “I did promise Nick we’d make sure you got properly welcomed to the precinct.” She smirked, flicking an ear toward Ruffner. “We didn't really talk about kinks but well we could do something more simple at your place?"
Ruffner’s grin was slow, deliberate, the kind that showed just a hint of fang. “Simple, huh?” His paw slid from Judy’s shoulder down to the small of her back, claws pressing just enough to make her breath hitch.
Nick chuckled holding his hands up. "Yeah it's pretty late and the kind of stuff we like usually takes a while so how about we leave it up to you, if you want we can head back to your place we can you know give you a blowjob let you control us a little then we head home and set up something less simple next weekend?" He said being the planner for this usual kind of stuff.
Ruffner's ears twitched at Nick's suggestion, his tail giving a slow wag against the booth. "Blowjobs and control, huh?" His voice was a low rumble, claws tapping against the table as he considered it. "Not gonna lie, that sounds like a damn good start." He smirked, glancing between them. "My place is close. Could drive there in a couple minutes."
Nick tossed a few bills onto the table—enough to cover the meal and a generous tip—while Judy scooted out of the booth with Ruffner’s paw still lingering at the small of her back. The restaurant’s dim lighting did little to hide the flush creeping up her ears, but she didn’t bother trying to hide it either. Ruffner led the way, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd effortlessly, while Nick fell into step beside Judy, their paws brushing occasionally.
Ruffner’s apartment wasn’t far—just a quick drive through the neon-lit streets of Savanna Central. Judy sat in the passenger seat, her paws drumming lightly against her thighs while Nick lounged in the back, his tail flicking lazily against the seat. The car smelled faintly of leather and Ruffner’s musk, something earthy and warm that made Judy’s nose twitch. "I did enjoy tonight regardless of this part." Ruffner said honestly with a small laugh.
The moment Ruffner’s front door clicked shut behind them, the atmosphere shifted—casual banter giving way to something thicker, charged with anticipation. Judy’s ears twitched as she glanced around the apartment, taking in the sparse but tidy living space. A couch, a low coffee table, a TV mounted on the wall—nothing fancy, but functional. Ruffner tossed his keys onto the counter with a clatter and turned to face them, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp. "Make yourselves at home," he said, though the way his tail flicked behind him betrayed his eagerness.
Ruffner leaned his back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching Judy and Nick with that lazy, predatory smirk of his. "So," he rumbled, "how do you two wanna do this?" His tail gave a slow wag behind him, the only real sign of his anticipation.
Nick didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in three easy strides, his usual swagger dialed down to something smoother, more deliberate. Before Ruffner could react, Nick sank to his knees in front of him, green eyes flicking up with playful defiance. "Figured we’d start with the obvious," he said, already reaching for Ruffner’s belt. "Unless you had something else in mind?" Nick said with a smirk hesitating a little to make sure. "Unless your only into Judy which no problem here if that's what you wanted?"
Ruffner’s smirk deepened as Nick’s paws hovered over his belt. "Oh, I’m definitely into both of you," he rumbled, his claws catching Nick’s chin to tilt his head up. "Foxes and bunnies are among my favourite partners honestly." He said letting Nick pull his belt and pants off leaving him in just a jock strap that was more than a little sweaty and musky. "Haha hope the smell doesn't bother either of you."
Nick’s nose twitched as Ruffner’s scent hit him—thick, musky, unmistakably canine. His lips curled into a grin as he leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. "Bother us? Ruff, this is like a goddamn gourmet meal for a fox." His claws hooked into the waistband of the jock strap but didn’t pull it down yet, instead pressing his muzzle against the damp fabric with a shameless nuzzle. "Damn, you really worked in this, huh?"
Nick inhaled deeply, his muzzle pressing flush against the damp fabric of Ruffner’s jock strap. The musky heat radiating from it was intoxicating—a rich blend of sweat, leather, and the unmistakable musk of canine arousal. His tongue darted out to lick a slow stripe along the soaked fabric, tasting salt and the earthy tang of Ruffner’s cock through the material. "Fuck, Ruff," Nick murmured, voice rough with appreciation, "you smell amazing like this." His claws flexed against Ruffner’s hips, holding him steady as he nuzzled harder, rubbing his nose against the bulge trapped beneath the strap.
Judy during this had taken off her pants and panties but left her turtleneck on as she smirked spotting her opportunity for some pleasurable revenge for Nick's eariler meddling during her work hours, she walked over to Ruffner leaning against the counter with him. "Heeey Ruffner you know when you bit Nick? Turns out he really loved it was all cute and submissive and I rarely seem him like that, I think he wants to be your little Vixen." She said giving Ruffner permission to pretty much do whatever to Nick.
Ruffner’s ears perked at Judy’s words, his tail giving a sharp wag behind him. He glanced down at Nick, still kneeling between his legs, and the smirk that spread across his muzzle was downright predatory. "Is that right, Wilde?" His voice dropped to a low growl as his claws tangled in the fur between Nick’s ears, gripping just enough to make the fox’s breath hitch. "You wanna be my little vixen?"
Nick’s ears flattened instinctively, his cheeks flushing under his fur. He could’ve played it cool—should’ve, by all accounts—but the way Ruffner’s claws scraped against his scalp short-circuited his usual slyness. "Might’ve—ah—mentioned something like that," he admitted, his voice rougher than he intended. His paws flexed against Ruffner’s thighs, claws pricking lightly through the fabric of his pants.
Ruffner's grip tightened in Nick's fur, yanking his head back with a sharp tug that made the fox gasp. "Well, well," Ruffner rumbled, his smirk widening as he leaned down, his breath hot against Nick's muzzle. "Guess I got myself a pretty little vixen to play with tonight." Before Nick could retort, Ruffner crushed their mouths together in a rough, dominating kiss—all teeth and tongue, the kind that left Nick's head spinning. His claws scrabbled against Ruffner's thighs as the German Shepherd's other paw slid down to grope his ass through his pants, squeezing hard enough to make Nick whine into the kiss.
Ruffner broke the kiss with a sharp nip to Nick’s lower lip, his claws still tangled tight in the fox’s auburn fur. “Look at you,” he growled, voice thick with amusement as Nick panted beneath him, his green eyes glazed. “Thought foxes were supposed to be sly, but here you are, shaking under a real predator’s touch.” He yanked Nick’s head back further, exposing the pale cream fur of his throat. “Pathetic.” He murmured licking up his neck slowly.
Nick’s breath hitched as Ruffner’s tongue dragged up his throat—hot, wet, and deliberate. The sharp sting of claws in his fur kept him still, his own paws gripping Ruffner’s thighs just to steady himself. He could feel Judy watching them, her amusement practically radiating off her in waves. "Pathetic?" Nick managed to rasp, forcing a smirk even as his tail twitched nervously behind him. "C’mon, Ruff, you’re just—ah—showing off for Judy."
Ruffner chuckled, the vibration against Nick's neck sending another shiver down the fox's spine. "Maybe," he rumbled, nipping lightly at the base of Nick's ear. "Or maybe I just like seeing the great Nick Wilde reduced to a squirming mess." His free paw slid down to grip Nick's tail, giving it a firm tug that made the fox yelp.
Judy grinned, leaning against the counter beside Ruffner as she watched Nick squirm under the German Shepherd’s rough handling. "Aw, look at him," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "All flustered and whining like a pup." She reached out to flick one of Nick’s ears, making him twitch. "Never thought I’d see the day Nick Wilde got put in his place so easily."
Ruffner’s claws finally let go of Nick’s fur, only to hook into the waistband of his jock strap. With one sharp tug, the damp fabric slid down his thighs, freeing his cock in a slow, deliberate motion. His cock wasn’t just thick—it was massive, easily twice Nick’s size, the shaft a deep, flushed red that darkened at the base where his knot already swelled slightly with arousal. The head was broad and blunt, glistening with pre already beading at the slit. Beneath it, his balls hung heavy, furred and full, the scent of musk rolling off them in waves as they swayed with the movement.
Ruffner didn’t waste time with preamble. With Nick still on his knees and Judy watching with barely contained amusement, Ruffner grabbed the back of Nick’s head and guided him forward, pressing his muzzle against the thick, musky length of his cock. "Go on, fox," Ruffner rumbled, his voice rough with impatience. "Show me how eager you are."
Nick didn’t need to be told twice. The moment Ruffner’s cock pressed against his muzzle, he opened wide, letting the thick, musky heat slide past his lips without hesitation. The taste hit him immediately—salt, leather, and something distinctly canine that made his tongue curl in appreciation. Ruffner groaned above him, hips jerking forward instinctively as Nick’s tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft, lapping up the pre already leaking from the tip.
Nick’s muzzle stretched wide as Ruffner’s thick cock pushed deeper into his mouth, the musky heat flooding his senses. He didn’t bother with slow teasing—Ruffner wasn’t the type for drawn-out foreplay, and Nick knew better than to keep a predator waiting. His tongue flattened against the underside of Ruffner’s shaft, dragging upward in a firm, wet stroke that made the German Shepherd’s hips jerk forward with a rough growl.
Nick’s jaw ached almost instantly, but he didn’t pull back. He knew better. Ruffner’s grip tightened in his fur, forcing him to take the thick cock deeper, the musky scent flooding his nose as his muzzle stretched wider. Saliva pooled at the corners of his lips, dripping down his chin as he worked his tongue along the throbbing length. Ruffner wasn’t gentle—his hips snapped forward in short, sharp thrusts, fucking Nick’s mouth with a growl rumbling low in his chest.
Nick’s throat convulsed as Ruffner’s thick cock pushed deeper, the musky heat pressing against the back of his tongue. He gagged reflexively, but Ruffner didn’t let up—his claws tightened in Nick’s fur, holding him steady as he thrust forward again, the blunt head of his cock nudging against Nick’s throat. Pre leaked down Nick’s chin, mixing with spit as he struggled to breathe through his nose, his lungs burning with the effort before Ruffner pulled out rubbing his cock against Nick's maw nose and cheek. "Feel that Vixen." Ruffner growled. "That's what a real male feels like."
Ruffner’s grip on Nick’s head tightened, his hips rolling forward to smear another thick stripe of pre across the fox’s already slick muzzle. “Damn, Wilde,” he growled, voice rough with amusement. “Never thought a fox could look this good covered in my mess.” His thumb swiped through the mess on Nick’s cheek, then pressed against his lips, forcing his mouth open wider. “But I think you could use some help, huh?”
Ruffner’s claws dug into Nick’s scalp, holding the fox’s muzzle steady as he dragged his cock back and forth over Nick’s lips and nose, smearing pre across his fur. “Judy,” he growled, his voice thick with amusement, “your fox looks like he’s struggling.” He glanced at her, tail wagging lazily. “Why don’t you give him a hand?”
Judy pushed off the counter with a playful grin, her ears twitching as she sauntered over to where Nick knelt, his muzzle slick with Ruffner’s pre. She crouched beside him, her nose wrinkling at the thick musk rolling off Ruffner’s cock. "Aw, poor Nicky," she cooed, running a paw through the fur between his ears. "Looks like you bit off more than you could chew." Her claws scratched lightly at his scalp, earning a muffled whine from the fox as Ruffner’s cock dragged over his nose again.
Judy’s fingers curled tighter in Nick’s fur, her grip firm but playful as she leaned in closer. "You heard him, Nicky," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "Time to share." Before Nick could respond, Judy’s other paw wrapped around the base of Ruffner’s cock, guiding the thick length toward her own muzzle. She didn’t hesitate—just opened wide and let the tip slide past her lips with a soft, pleased hum.
Ruffner groaned as Judy’s lips wrapped around him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock in a slow, wet stroke. The contrast was immediate—Nick’s desperate eagerness against Judy’s teasing precision. Ruffner’s tail wagged behind him, claws flexing against Nick’s scalp as he watched the rabbit take him deeper, her nose wrinkling at the musky scent but her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, Hopps,” Ruffner rumbled, hips jerking forward slightly. “Didn’t think a bunny could handle something this size.”
Ruffner chuckled darkly, his hips rolling forward to press his cock deeper into Judy’s muzzle while Nick watched, his own lips still slick with pre. "Guess I was wrong," Ruffner growled, his claws flexing against Nick’s scalp. "Turns out this bunny’s got a talent for taking real cock." He pulled back slightly, letting Judy’s lips drag along his shaft before thrusting forward again, forcing a muffled squeak from her. "Come on Nick my balls are available help out your girl."
Nick didn’t need to be told twice. The moment Ruffner’s words registered, he was already shifting forward, his tongue darting out to lap at the heavy, musk-drenched fur of the German Shepherd’s balls. The scent was overwhelming—thick, primal, and distinctly canine—and Nick moaned against them, his nose pressing into the damp fur as he licked and nuzzled with eager desperation. Ruffner’s chuckle rumbled above him, his hips rolling forward to press his cock deeper into Judy’s muzzle while Nick worshipped his balls like a fox starved.
Ruffner didn’t waste time on niceties. With Judy’s lips wrapped around his cock and Nick’s tongue working his balls, he gripped both their heads and pushed them closer together, forcing Judy’s muzzle down onto his shaft while Nick’s nose pressed into the base. “That’s it,” he growled, hips jerking forward in short, rough thrusts. “Take it, both of you—no fucking around.”
Ruffner’s breath came in ragged growls as he watched them—Judy’s muzzle stretched wide around his cock, Nick’s tongue lapping eagerly at his balls—and for once, the German Shepherd wasn’t the one in complete control. His hips jerked forward on instinct, his claws flexing in their fur as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. “Fuck,” he hissed, tail twitching behind him. “Switch—swap places, now.”
Judy pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening with spit and pre, and Nick didn’t hesitate. He surged up, his tongue dragging along Ruffner’s shaft in one long, messy lick before sealing his lips around the head, sucking hard. Judy, meanwhile, ducked down, her nose pressing into the musk-drenched fur of Ruffner’s balls as her tongue flicked out to lap at them with playful precision. Ruffner groaned, his head tipping back as his hips rolled forward, fucking Nick’s muzzle in shallow thrusts while Judy’s tongue worked him from below.
It wasn’t long before Ruffner lost his edge. With a rough growl, he yanked Nick’s head back by his ears, smearing pre across the fox’s lips before shoving Judy up beside him. “Together,” he ordered, voice thick with want. “Make out on it.”
Judy didn’t need telling twice. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up Ruffner’s cock alongside Nick’s, their muzzles bumping as they lapped at the throbbing length between them. Ruffner’s claws tightened in their fur, his breath coming faster as their tongues tangled—not just on his cock, but with each other, messy and eager. Judy’s lips brushed Nick’s as they licked upward, her tongue flicking against his while they worked Ruffner’s shaft in tandem. Pre dribbled down Nick’s chin, mixing with Judy’s spit as they kissed around Ruffner’s cock, their muzzles slick and warm against him.
Ruffner wasn’t laughing now. His hips jerked forward uncontrollably, his tail twitching behind him as he watched them—Nick’s sly smirk smeared with pre, Judy’s playful grin as she licked along his cock like it was her favorite treat. “Fuck,” Ruffner hissed, his voice rough with pleasure. “You two—shit—you’re gonna make me lose it.” His claws flexed in their fur, holding them steady as they worked him over, their tongues swirling together around his tip in a way that had his thighs trembling.
Ruffner's growl turned into a ragged snarl as his hips jerked forward one last time, his cock twitching violently between Nick and Judy's eagerly waiting muzzles. The first thick rope of cum hit Nick square on the nose, hot and sticky, splattering across his muzzle before dripping down onto his lips. Judy got the next pulse directly in her open mouth, her eyes widening slightly at the sudden flood of warmth before she swallowed reflexively, her tongue darting out to catch the next spurt as it landed on her chin.
It was messy—messier than Nick had expected. Thick strands of cum painted both their faces in uneven stripes, some landing in Judy's fur, some streaking across Nick's cheeks like war paint. Ruffner wasn't gentle about it either; his claws stayed tangled in their fur, keeping them close as he pumped his release over them in heavy, shuddering bursts. Nick licked at the mess on his lips, the salty tang flooding his mouth as more splashed across his tongue. Judy giggled beside him, her paws coming up to cup under her catching loose strands of cum.
"Open up," Ruffner growled, his voice rough as he smeared the last few pulses of cum across Judy's waiting lips before shoving his cock between Nick's teeth. Nick took it eagerly, his tongue swirling around the softening shaft to lap up every last drop as Ruffner's grip tightened in his fur. Judy leaned in, her tongue flicking out to clean the base of Ruffner's cock where Nick couldn't reach, her nose bumping against Nick's cheek as they worked in tandem.
When Ruffner finally pulled back, both of them were a mess—Judy's gray fur streaked white, Nick's muzzle glistening. Ruffner looked down at them, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, and let out a low chuckle. "Damn," he muttered, swiping a thumb through the mess on Judy's cheek before shoving it against Nick's tongue. "You two are fucking great."
Judy licked her lips, her ears twitching as she grinned up at Ruffner. "Your too kind," she teased, her fingers combing through Nick's fur to gather stray droplets of cum before popping them into her mouth with a satisfied hum. Nick nuzzled against her paw, his tongue darting out to lick the last traces from between her fingers.
Nick wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw, smearing Ruffner's cum further into his fur instead of cleaning it off. He shot Judy a sly look—half-lidded eyes, that trademark Wilde smirk—but the effect was ruined by the sticky mess glistening on his nose. Judy snorted, reaching over to flick a glob of cum off his ear. "Real smooth, slick," she teased, her own face still streaked white.
Ruffner leaned back against the couch, his breath still uneven as he watched Nick and Judy lick each other's muzzles clean. The sight of them—messy, eager, and utterly devoted—sent a lazy pulse of satisfaction through him. He dragged a paw down his chest, fingers lingering on the damp fur of his stomach before he huffed a laugh. "Damn," he muttered again, shaking his head. "Didn’t think you two would be this much fun." Ruffner cleared his throat. "So you two are really OK...just heading home I'd feel a little bad?"
Nick laughed, the sound muffled slightly by the smear of cum still clinging to his muzzle. "Oh trust me, Ruff, we're more than okay." He shot Judy a sidelong glance, his smirk widening when he caught her already looking at him with that particular glint in her purple eyes—the one that meant she was two steps ahead of him and thoroughly pleased about it.
"I mean we would like to use your sink though, but we're fine Ruffner but we definitely want to do something with a little more planning soon if you still want to?" Judy said as she stands up licking her paws as she walks over to the sink.
Ruffner watched Judy pad toward the sink, her hips swaying with that effortless bunny confidence even as she licked her paws clean. He glanced at Nick, who was still kneeling on the floor, tongue darting out to catch the last stray drops of cum from his own muzzle. "You're sure you're good?" Ruffner asked, one eyebrow quirking up. "Because I could—"
"Oh hush, really we're good it's late and you need to unpack so we're gonna clean up head home and I'm gonna enjoy hugging and knotting my cute little bunny, buuut next week or so we can meet up for a whole day you stretching and knotting Judy me being a cute little cuck, sound like a plan Ruffner?" Nick said finally standing up on shaky legs as he wandered over to Judy as well to also watch his face a little.
Judy turned the faucet on, letting the warm water run over her paws before splashing her face, scrubbing away the remnants of Ruffner's release with practiced efficiency. Nick leaned against the sink beside her, his movements slower, more deliberate—like he was savoring the taste still lingering on his tongue.
Ruffner chuckled. "Ok Ok, but I'm holding you to that." He pushed himself off the couch, stretching with a satisfied groan. "Next weekend, I'm not letting either of you leave until Judy's walking funny and Nick's Cock has made a mess on my floor."
Nick grinned, shaking his head as he splashed water over his muzzle. "Damn, Ruff, you really go all in on the whole ‘dominant bull’ thing, huh? Even your aftercare sounds like a threat."
Judy and Nick dried off quickly and gathered their things definitely not looking put together but not like full on whores anymore, Ruffner walked them to the door and gave Judy a little kiss and rubbed Nick's head who growled playfully at him. "Alright, lovebirds," Ruffner rumbled, leaning against the doorframe. "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do."
The moment Ruffner's door clicked shut behind them, Judy let out a breathy laugh, her ears flopping sideways as she turned to Nick. "Well that was fun, but I think you said something about you hugging and knotting me?"
Nick's grin was practically audible as he slung an arm around Judy's shoulders, his fur still slightly damp from their cleanup. "Oh, I definitely said something about that," he purred, his tail flicking against her thigh. "But first—tell me the truth, Carrots. Did you actually enjoy Ruffner's whole 'dominant growling' thing, or were you just being polite for my sake?"
Judy's nose twitched—that quick, reflexive bunny tell—before she burst out laughing, shoving Nick lightly with her elbow. "Oh please, like you couldn't tell." She tilted her head, her ears bouncing with the movement as she flashed him a smirk that rivaled his own. "Ruffner’s got presence. And those growls? Definitely did things for me. But—" she leaned in, her breath warm against Nick’s ear as she dropped her voice to a whisper, "—not as much as watching you melt into a puddle every time he tugged your tail, really I'm glad you enjoyed him so much it was fun to watch." She said truthfully.
Judy’s whisper sent a shiver down Nick’s spine, his ears flicking against the warmth of her breath. He pulled back just enough to catch the playful glint in her purple eyes—the one that told him she wasn’t just humoring him. "Oh, so that's why you kept egging him on," Nick teased, rubbing his still-damp muzzle against her shoulder. "You liked seeing me squirm."
Judy stretched her arms above her head with a satisfied groan, her toes curling against the pavement as they walked. "Honestly? Yeah, I did," she admitted, her voice light and unbothered. "Ruffner's fun—all that growling and posturing. But you melting into his paws like butter in the sun? That was a surprise but I rather enjoyed it, serving that cock together was definitely a new experience as well."
Nick chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck where Ruffner's teeth had left a faint mark. The night air was cool against his fur, a welcome contrast to the heat still lingering under his skin. "Yeah, well, guess we both got something out of it," he said, bumping his hip against Judy's as they walked back to their own car thankfully it wasn't too far from the restaurant.