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"A Whole Nude World" by Kulkum

“I swear, Nick,” Judy said, tapping one foot on the floor as she frowned at the fox while the pornographic yet somehow perfectly synced song filled the apartment with cheery music, “If you don’t turn that song off I am taking this costume off right now.”

“Now that’s not fair, Princess,” the fox quipped, his muzzle pulled into a long grin as he looked over his costumed bunny. Not that the outfit was overly revealing. He had seen her wear things with a lot less cloth involved, but there was something about the whole ‘Princess Jasmine’ look that just made him want to take her on a magic mattress ride. “You can’t expect me not to want to fuck your brains out when you’re dressed like that.”

“Nick!” she exclaimed, then burst into giggles as she pushed at his chest when he moved closer to her. Once upon a time, such a statement would have made her muzzle hang open in shock. Now, she just felt heat spread under her fur as she looked up at him and pressed a paw to his chest to stop his advance. “That’s no way to speak to a princess.”

“Well, I am just a street rat,” he said with a smirk. “I could have just dressed in my old hustler outfit. My story is a little like Aladdin. Hustler and thief taken off the streets by the charms of a princess, eventually becoming great and powerful. Except we don’t have a Genie.”

“I’d hardly call being a cop being great and powerful,” she snorted, eying him in his open vest and poofy peasant pants. The little hat on his head completed the look, even if she found it a little ridiculous on the fox. “Though Bogo could be our Genie. He has the chest for it.”

“Oh, is that right? Been looking at the chief’s chest have you?” He grinned as she ‘pffh’ed, moving over to the bed and crawling into the mattress. There, he offered her his paw. “Do you trust me?”

Normally, the answer to that would have been a resounding yes. She trusted him more than anyone she had ever known. However, she eyed the paw for a moment before she shook her head.

“Not even a little.”

“That hurts,” he said, placing his paw on his chest for a moment. Then with a grin on his muzzle, he reached down with the same paw and opened the front of the outfit, letting the thickening length of crimson that she had just known was already hard out. Then he thrust his hips forward and held that out to her. “Do you want me?”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes, but much to his delight she reached out with a grin to wrap her fingers around it. This caused him to shiver and groan as she climbed onto the ‘magic mattress’. She climbed over him, her free paw pressing to his chest as his wrapped around her to grip her hips. “So, if the chief is Genie, who is Abu?”

This caused him to pause, blink slowly, and grin wickedly. She squeaked as she suddenly found herself flipped over under the fox as he reached for the phone on the side table. Obviously, he wasn’t going to let her up as he speed dialed a number, and she burst into laughter when he was answered.

“Hey, Finnick… I have the perfect outfit for you.”