The Sloshed Fox 2 (Patreon)

Hey guys!

Thanks for your patience this month. Still feeling stressed about leaving town, but at least I got some more pills for my hands, so they're not hurting as bad. That helps a lot.

Anyhow, this month, @Piedunk requested that I continue on with The Sloshed Fox, and frankly, NSFW stuff is always the easiest to write. So, let's break out of that art block with bunny/fox sizeplay!

NSFW! NSFW! NSFW!

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Judy hopped backward and stuffed both her hands under her armpits, hiding them away. “I didn’t!” she nearly shouted. “I wouldn’t!”

Pronk, in the apartment next door, replied with a shout of his own, “You didn’t shut up, that’s for sure!”

The bunny covered her mouth with both paws, eyes wide in horror and ears draping down across her back.

Nick raised his head slightly and stared down his naked body at the erection standing tall and proud from his sheath. Then he looked over at Judy and let his head flop once more. “You most certainly did.”

“I… I…” she whispered, desperate to deny it, but unable to.

“Feelin’ a guy up while he’s passed out,” Nick slurred. “Cops aren’t supposed to… I mean… Aren’t you supposed to get my consent or somethin’?”

Judy shuffled quickly forward on her knees; hands lifted in prayer. “I’m so sorry, Nick. I really am. I should never have done that. I didn’t mean any harm. Please don’t tell anyone. It would destroy my career—”

“I could…” He stopped to hiccup before starting once more. “I could press charges or some… somethin’...”

She frowned at him, crossing her arms. “Right. You’ve spent your entire life dodging the legal system, and now you want to use it as a weapon, to punish me for … I have no idea what.” She shook her head. “No, I can’t see you ever filing a police report. That would be the most un-Nick thing ever.”

He chuckled and yawned. “Prolly.”

“Besides,” she grunted at him, “everyone in the precinct saw us dating. I don’t think you’d be able to convince any of them that you didn’t want me to touch it.”

“That’s fer sure. You have the softest paws I’ve ever felt,” he sighed. He stretched and then scratched at his sheath for a moment. “The whole time we were together, I was fantasizing about what it would feel like.”

Feeling a little relieved, Judy leaned an arm against the mattress. “Is that so?” she chuckled. “Well, now that I’ve stupidly bumbled into your fantasy, did that moment of tenderness I didn’t mean to lavish on you live up to your most sordid fantasy?”

The tiny room fell silent, and she wondered if he’d passed out again, but eventually he shrugged.

Judy frowned and crossed her arms angrily once more.

“It was … too brief for me to judge fairly.” He laced his fingers behind his head. “If you really wanted my opinion, you’d have to give me more to go on.”

Finally, she smiled. “Oh, Nick,” she sighed, “even drunk off your butt, you really haven’t changed. Where did we go wrong? What did I do to scare you off?”

He shrugged. “It was… It was never going to work,” he explained. “And I was always better at leaving than convincing you of anything.”

Judy sighed and leaned her head against his thigh. She reached over with a fingertip and gently stroked the exposed skin. “It might have worked,” she whispered as she caressed him. “You never really know until you try. And frankly, even if it hadn’t fit, we could have found other ways to enjoy—”

“No.”

“No?” she asked, stopping what she was doing.

“No, it doesn’t feel better than I fantasized,” Nick said with a grin, “but it still feels pretty amazing.”

Judy chuckled some more and rested her forehead against his thigh before she started stroking him again.

“And I wasn’t talking about it fitting,” he said. “I just meant that you and I are too different. I couldn’t ask you to ignore what I do, and I like what I am. I couldn’t see either of us changing.”

“I suppose,” she said. She leaned over him and with two fingers, she slowly pulled back his sheath, exposing him all the way down to his knot so there’d be more of him to caress. “Sure is a shame.”

He closed his eyes and sighed a little louder. “Definitely a shame. I wouldn’t complain about more of this.”

“I suspect not,” she said with a smile. She stroked his length a couple more times before wrapping all of her fingers around him and stroking away until his dick fell and bounced once against his muscular belly.

“Oh,” he whispered, “perhaps that is nicer than I had been imagining…”

She grinned. With two fingers on each hand, she eased his sheath all the way back until his knot popped free. “Wow.” Then she traced his knot’s contours while it finished swelling the rest of the way up. “Yeah, I hurt just looking at that thing. I don’t think that would have ever fit.”

He raised his head and stared at her. “Why, Judy Hopps, you’re far bolder than I would have guessed.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “I went through the academy with lions and tigers and everyone telling me to quit, but touching a fox’s wiener … that makes me bold?”

“Okay, fair enough,” he said, resting his head. “I’m just… Were you always this handsy with your other boyfriends?”

“Well,” she said, “I can’t really say I’ve had an opportunity.”

“You’re not—” he gasped, eyes wide.

“No,” Judy said, feeling a blush in her cheeks, “there was one guy before, but it was all kinda hurried, kinda rushed, kinda regrettable. I much prefer this. I like touching … without being pressured to go further.”

“Well, I’m sorry,” he said. “Hurried is definitely not how anyone should describe their first time.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “He was a bunny, and bunnies are kinda known for being hurried. Besides, have you ever seen a bunny dick?”

Nick shook his head. “You really do have a low opinion of me, don’t you?”

Judy rolled her eyes again. “I didn’t mean to imply—”

“I’ve seen plenty of dicks, Carrots, but no, I haven’t seen bunny dong before.”

Judy sighed. “I guess that makes two of us, actually—in person at least. I’ve seen some bunny porn.” She gripped him once more and gave him another stroke.

“Not impressed by the bunny dongers?” he quipped.

“They’re okay, I guess. Kinda simple, like a little carrot,” she said.

“So, that’s why bunnies—”

“No, that’s not why,” she laughed. “But foxes have so many more curves and shapes. There’s so much more to explore.”

“Well,” Nick said with a smile. “If you wanted to strip off that uniform, I won’t complain if you climb up on top of it. Even if it’s not gonna fit inside, I bet you’d still have some fun rubbing one out against it.”

She wrinkled her nose for a moment before going back to stroking him. “Nah, that’s okay.”

“You sure?” he asked. “Cuz for someone not interested in venturing any further, you sure are doing plenty of exploring.”

“I suppose I am,” she said, avoiding his eyes. “Hey, Nick?”

“Yeah, Carrots?”

“Would … you mind if I rubbed one out? I mean,” she added, “one for you?”

He eyed her a moment. “You do have interesting tastes.”

“We don’t have to. I was just curious, and I thought it might be fun,” she said. “I promise I’ll clean up the mess, okay?”

Now, he was the one scrunching up his nose. “It’s tempting,” said Nick.

“Not your thing?” asked the bunny.

“It’s not that,” he said. “I’ll admit that I’ve had a couple fantasies about you in the uniform, but by and large, it’s really not my thing. But if you were to indulge me with a little nudity, then I’d gladly let you do whatever would make you happy.”

Judy chewed her lip a moment and looked down at herself. “I suppose the body armor and knee pads are a little much.”

The fox shrugged. “Finnick would love them. He’d let you spank him with a nightstick, but they’re really not my speed.”

She stood and stripped away the ballistic vest and the heavy belt that held her radio, flashlight, and pepper spray. She flung her cap to the desk and laughed as the water beading on the cover sprayed in all directions. She removed her wrist guards, but as she peeled away her pants with the reinforced knees, she hesitated, taking a moment to adjust her shirt so the tails hung down, concealing her panties. She folded her pants and hung them over the back of her chair.

Then, she turned to him and put her arms to the sides so he could see how she looked. “How about this?” she asked.

Nick frowned. “It’s … better.”

She snapped her fingers and knelt down beside him. “Before I left Bunny Burrow,” she whispered, “my mom got me a cute little nightgown that I’ve never worn—”

“I wondered if you were the sort who preferred sleeping in the nude, Carrots—”

“It’s pink and cotton,” she said, ignoring his taunts. “But I’d wear it just for you, Nick. Nightgown, panties, and nothing else.”

He bit his lip, taking a moment to think before he started to shake his head.

“Just the nightgown then,” she said. “Pink nightgown with absolutely nothing on underneath.”

He thought longer this time, but still shook his head.

“Okay, just the panties then,” she blurted before covering her face and lowering her voice to a whisper. “I’ll wear just my panties and nothing else.”

Nick sat up slightly. “Listen, Carrots, I appreciate you trying to meet me halfway and all, but perhaps it would be better if I go. This is a little out of my comfort zone. Besides, I’m feeling a little more sober now and I think the rain is starting to slow—”

“Okay, okay,” she said, putting her hands to his chest and pushing him back down on the bed. “Okay, no panties, but under one condition.”

“Name it,” said Nick with a smile.

“I don’t want you making it weird,” she said with a pout. “No ogling me or expecting me to put on a show or something. I’ll get naked so you feel more comfortable, but that’s it, okay?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “If you’ll just get naked with me, I promise I’ll look at your body like the work of art I know it must be. I won’t cheer or whistle like you were a stripper.”

“Promise?” she asked, pouting.

“I promise.”

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Reviewer's link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RYqCv7iAk6Cby0K_1p-m6-UYJcO69MfBGYQaUSUVua4/edit?usp=sharing

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