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"Fuck Magic" by Kulkum

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You know exactly what I’m doing, Carrots.”

“Nick! We can’t… Hmph… Do this at work.”

“You’ve said that at least...”

“Don’t you dare! …We can just make it quick. No knotting!”

“Yes ma’am.”

The sounds coming through the door were nothing new to the tigress in the dark blue uniform who leaned against the wall outside of the records room, though where exactly the bunny and the fox had decided to go about their almost daily round of ‘secret at work quickie’ was a little more risqué then normal. She didn’t press her ear to the door, or even chance to breathe as she just listened to their terrible attempt to keep things quiet. The jingle of a belt being unfastened, the shuffling of cloth, the masculine front that was soon followed by an obviously paw-muffled moan of delight.

“Mm, how’s that? You sure you don’t want the knot?”

“S-shut up, Nick. Faster!”

The urgency in the bunny officers voice was not out of a desire to finish quickly so no one would catch them, Fangmeyer already knew. That pleasure-soaked whimper from the cute little grey furred cop was nothing if not obvious (though she knew if she ever called Hopps ‘cute’ she might end up on her tail.) Lurid, muffled thumps drifted through the door now, a testament not only to how he was obeying her command to go faster, but to how hard that fox could fuck her when he wanted to. It almost made her jealous, if she didn’t know she could get the same reaction from a certain hot, big dicked wolf she kept wrapped around her little finger. 

Of course, he kept her wrapped around his knot, so they were even.

“Hey Fang,” came a deep, throaty voice that had her eyes lifting to Officer Delgato. “Ready to start the graveyard shift where all the real crazies are?”

“You know it,” she replied to the lion, grinning as normal as she ever did as the lion headed right to the records room. And did she try to stop him? She didn’t even try to slow him down. She wanted to see how the two of them would get out of this one, because they seemed to have some secret fuck magic that had allowed them to get away with this behavior.

He opened the door, stepped just inside, and paused at the entrance. She listened with still breath.

“You still here, Wilde?” he asked, in a tone as normal as could be.

“Yeah, Hopps is really riding me,” came the perfectly calm voice of the fox in reply: friendly, cheerful, not even out of breath. How the hell did he do that? “So, I thought I’d grind out some more work before heading home.”

And Delgato came back out a few seconds later with the file in paw, humming to himself as he walked away. This left the tigress with a serious desire to peak into the room to find out just what kind of fuck magic those two had. Maybe she could use it with Wolford if she knew.