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[Chapter One]
Jude Hopps tapped his paws against the table as he sat down. With various huge mammals bunching up beside him, the bunny cop reached for the cup of iced tea in front of him and anxiously took another sip. For the past week, Jude had duly tried to be as devoted and as helpful as possible to his new partner, someone that he cared a lot about, and the rabbit felt ready to get what was about to happen over with.
"I'm very proud to announce, then," Officer Wolford declared to the rest of the Zootopian Police Department, holding up a large present box in front of him, "the awarding of this very special token of our appreciation to Officer Nick Wilde." He gestured over to the happy fox standing in the middle of the room beside the wolf. "For happening to be in the wrong place at the wrong time due to sheer dumb luck, our beloved Wilde—" the sarcasm almost oozed out of Wolford's voice, "took the kick down a flight of stairs that's brought us our first arrest, and first break, in this damn East Street Weasel Gang case."
Wilde held out both front paws as Wolford melodramatically flipped the box in the air. The fox glanced out at the crowd of officers sitting about in the conference room, everybody wearing a nice smile, and he nodded. Wolford placed the box in Wilde's grasp, the fox immediately ripping off the wrapping paper. He gasped in theatrical amazement as he held up a fancy-looking medal covered in blue and gold ribbons. After placing it over his neck, he held out the embossed text reading 'Kick Me'.
Torrents of giggles and chuckles erupted from the crowd of ZPD officers. Jude, however, merely shifted backward a bit more into his seat. He remained totally silent as he blankly stared forwards.
"I'd ask 'who put you up to this',” Wilde remarked, “but then I know that you all put each other up to this." That brought some more slapping of paws against tables and happy laughs. The fox dunked the wrapping trash into a wastebasket beside him. Taking a step back, he noticed that the phony medal rested right in the lower part of his chest, exactly where the weasel had hit him with full force.
"Since it's an anniversary day as well, the first day after your first week on the beat as an officer, we also got you this." Wolford produced a gigantic bottle of something yellow and sparkling, handing it over to the fox.
"Oh, well, since I should probably say a few words, I just want to convey my deepest and strongest gratitude," Nick began, clutching the bottle with mock emotion against his shoulder. He wiped a paw against his forehead and pretended to feel emotionally overcome. "I'd like to, well, thank the whole ZPD for this wine." He stopped to read the side of the bottle. "Correction! For this sparkling lemon cider drink, which does not break any anti-alcohol rules for this police station, I give my thanks—"
"Emphasis on the 'few' in 'few words', please, because we'd all like to get out of here soon," Wolford said, taking a seat and holding up his legs in the air.
"It's the perfect reward for my one week of work, not only because I'm sure that it's cheap as all hell," Nick continued, his eyes sliding all across the room, "but also because it shows just how well you all know me." He focused his attention on the rabbit across from him. "Yes, indeed, this long and hard, perfectly phallic object— with such a wide base and smooth length—" The entire room erupted in laughs and jeers as Nick slowly and dramatically stroked a paw up the side of the bottle, "has a pointy tip that's ready to shoot out thick foam the moment it gets rubbed too much." He sniffled with fake tears. "Oh, it's just what I've always wanted!"
A bunch of officers stood up and clapped, and the rest of the room soon followed. Several mammals went up to slap Nick on the shoulder and otherwise let out some silly remark. He chucked gaily along with them for a while. As the officers all mingled, though, and Nick set the bottle in a bin full of various papers beside him, he focused back on Jude. Awkwardly standing next to some empty chairs in the corner of the room, the rabbit tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone. Nick made his way over, the rabbit looking back impassively before suddenly becoming intently focused on his tea. He didn’t even look up as the fox leaned against the wall besides him.
"What's the matter?" Nick asked, brushing a paw idly against his phony medal.
"It's— it's nothing. I'm glad that you're happy," Jude replied in a flat monotone.
Nick glanced around as the crowd of mammals broke up, some of them coming over to shake paws with the fox before leaving, and he pushed his body over even closer to the little rabbit. "Carrots, please," he whispered, but the bunny didn't hear him. Jude tapped a paw against Nick's arm and left the room, looking as ready to go home as everyone else. Even so, Nick followed the bunny into the adjacent hallway.
The two of them met eye to eye once again as Jude abruptly stopped. The fox slipped both his paws against Jude's shoulders, massaging around in a little circle while Jude silently remained still. "Is it this?" Nick asked, taking off his phony medal and wrapping it up before slipping it into a side pocket, "I know it's stupid—"
"It's everything, Nick," Jude replied, turning his face over so that he simply stared at the wall, “I know that after such a scare— after almost being so really, badly hurt— I get that you and the other guys want to laugh about it. Take the stress off. Better than just letting it simmer or screaming about it to some therapist or whatever else. I'm not going to chuckle at you almost breaking your neck, and you know that. You know how I feel about you. But there's more too it than that. Your little... speech..."
"Hey, it's alright," the fox said, bringing his paws back down to rest them against the sides of the rabbit's neck.
"No, it's not alright," Jude said, popping forward and twitching his nose, "and you constantly putting your paws on me is exactly what I mean!" The rabbit stamped a footpaw against the floor. "Every— single— day now, you've laid it on more and more: dirty jokes, funny glances, sudden touches, and it's all ramping up to— well— to where I don't know what the hell is going on! Every day, you find a new button to push— it's like you're blowing up a balloon waiting for it to pop, Nick!"
"Interesting choice of words, carrots," Nick commented, his sly smile returning to his face.
Jude reached up to grab his ears in frustration but stopped halfway, not wanting to give the smug fox the satisfaction. "Okay, Nick, I'm not going to deny that I like some flirting," he said.
"Just some, eh?" Nick raised an eyebrow.
"Please, don't use my own words against me, alright? And don't use my own natural reactions at being touched against me, either!" Jude pleaded.
"We're having fun, aren't we? I don't understand why you're getting so worried. Not one single officer has said anything, have they?"
"They don't have to say anything, Nick. It's what they think. It’s what looks they give," Jude said, his voice trailing off for a moment, "I find it kind of hard to explain, but it’s all a matter of identity for me, okay?"
"That I don't get,” Nick remarked, “at all. You don't have any problem believing that you're born a certain way. Neither do I. You like one thing, I like that plus other things, and that's that. So, what's the hang-up about identity? Why care that much about how other mammals look at us, especially when we’ve proven everything that we’d ever need to prove taking down criminal scumbag after criminal scumbag?"
"Then lets say that who I am is tied up in an image, okay? It's presenting yourself a certain way, something that I've done since when I was a little bunny. What's wrong with that?"
"Just live your life. So what about image?" asked Nick.
"I'm not like stereotypical gay guys, alright?" Jude paused, stammering for a moment as he tried to put his thoughts into exact words. He closed his eyes and wiggled his head for a moment. "I like baseball, motherhood, apple pie, Veteran’s Day, and outdoor grilling. Okay? I donate to charity. I pay my taxes. I salute the flag. I do all of these things."
"Good to know," Nick replied, trying to keep from laughing, "but, this is a crying example what I mean by the term ‘straight-gay'. I dropped that yesterday for a reason. Yeah, I know, it's a silly way to put things, but there's a point where other mammal's expectations run your own life. You should be running it."
"I can’t just live like I'm some brain in a jar, floating about like one of your comic books, Nick!" Jude called out. The fox's carelessness only made him feel even more frustrated. "I don't want to have label after label stamped on me by other mammals, even if they come in the form of jeers, jokes, or whatever else. You might be cool with that, but I'm really not. Being known around the station as 'one of the gay cops', or even just 'one of those', feels… well… belittling."
Nick shrugged. “Silly labels don’t mean that much when you're flirting, being flirted with, and having a good time, do they? When you feel happy?"
"You and I need to work together professionally. That means room to breathe, Nick,” Jude remarked, tapping a footpaw against the wall behind him, “and, besides, do I seem unhappy? I'm happy!"
"I'm afraid that you don't sound happy, carrots."
"Hey, I can feel happy about who I am and be calm instead of flamboyant about it. That's that. I don't need to act so smug that it's as if some big mammal tattooed 'I'm always happy' on my bare arms." Jude rolled his eyes.
"Actually, I've found that tattoos wind up more as a 'turn off' than a 'turn on' for most guys," Nick said, making a little chuckle, "glad that you ran that fantasy by me, though. That's creative. What about rope knots and rose petals on those arms, instead?"
Jude swung up a paw, coming a split-second away from hopping up and punching the fox right in the jaw. Yet he just wiggled his paw in the air instead. Jude felt such mixed emotions as the fox's smile abruptly showed a bit of teeth, Nick leaning his body closer despite Jude's bluster. Even simply being close to the predator's strong, powerful confidence seemed so nice.
"Alright, wait," Jude said, looking and sounding somewhat deflated, "it's fine for you to be you, and me to be me. You can brag to the ZPD guys about kissing a girl's lips while you've got a guy kissing your chest, and I'll talk about the weather. It's fine to flirt a little, even if I'm not ready for a relationship yet.”
“I see.”
“I just want us to be calm and quiet about it. Can we please—" Jude slipped his body to the side so that one of his ears rubbed against Nick's chest. "Turn things around the next week? Make a change?"
"A change?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, carrots, I promise that things will change," Nick said, holding up two paws in the air before turning around. His motions caused Jude's ears to brush up against his side, something bringing tingles of delight through the bunny's senses. As the fox walked along the hallway, the rabbit scratched nervously against his neck. He knew that the following week would be an eventful one.
As it turned out, things changed all right. They changed for the worse. Through Jude's eyes, dramatically for the worse.
One week later, Jude found himself thankfully alone in the police station bathroom, at least for a few glorious minutes, and he closed his eyes before resting his body against the sink. The long day had almost reached its end. The bunny shifted his paws against the paper towels to his side and took a deep breath. Just like every time he had to himself that day so far, though, his mind kept playing tricks on him.
A flash of movement from the corner of the bathroom caused Jude to flip around. A mop somebody had left idly resting against the wall had just fallen over. The bunny tried to get back to calming his mind and relaxing, but the quick blur of the mop made him think back to one thing— a wonderfully long and fluffy thing.
Wilde's amazing tail had flowed all along Jude's front body just a minute earlier, the fox cop making a fake-clumsy stumble as they stepped out of the Evidence Room together. The rabbit only caught a glimpse of Nick face as they made their separate ways in the hallway, but the fox knew. He so knew. "Come on," Jude muttered to himself, "is he going do this all damn day?" The rabbit could still feel all of those little tingles going through his senses, reliving second after second of that hot fur's mini-massage.
Jude popped out of the bathroom and looked up and down the hallway a bit, seeing two wolves engrossed in conversation over a case. The bunny stepped over along beside them and gave a friendly wave. The fox was nowhere in sight at the moment, but that didn't change the hold that he'd built over Jude's mind, not after all of this tension. The rabbit knew that he needed some kind of drink to keep from getting a headache, even if he'd finish his shift pretty soon.
Ducking into a little break room, the rabbit stopped in front of the massive coffee machine right by the door. Gazing over at some of the relaxing sweet teas on the same table as the jars of creamer and packets of sugar, Jude seized one of the bottles and almost inhaled it. He rested a paw against the table and tried to make himself think about what he'd do after work.
Glancing idly to his right, Jude noticed Clawhauser standing at the opposite side of the room. The feline had engrossed himself in something unusual; he was oddly quiet. Jude's eyes narrowed, staring out at Clawhauser trying to fix a weirdly long and twisted electronic device in the feline's paws. Jude decided not to interrupt him with… whatever he was doing.
As much as the rabbit wanted to stop feeling so riled up, various little sensations still kept popping up in his mind. He couldn't help but think back to an hour beforehand, having run into Nick after the fox grabbed a big coffee from that same room. Nick had gazed right at the rabbit with a knowing smile, a grin bristling with those porcelain daggers that the predator called teeth, and head cocked to one side. Delicately tracing a paw up Jude's shoulder and slipping it slyly up against the rabbit's neck, each movement had flooded Jude's face with both blood and embarrassment. Even if it was only a matter of seconds, Jude had felt dominated so perfectly, and Nick clearly didn't just know it— he loved it.
"Oh, hey!" Clawhauser called out. The sheepish hail cut Jude's mental projector reel, the fantasy vanishing in a puff of fur. Clawhauser stepped closer and waved as Jude made an silly sign in the air back. "Really, it's the weirdest thing! You wanna take a lot at it too?" The rabbit hopped over and took the electronic device from Clawhauser's paws. For all that he'd seen on duty over the past several weeks, the small, blinking green lights at the edge of the tube-like device coupled with its jagged edges and flip-able switches baffled Jude.
"Got that long little gem from the East Street Weasels busted this morning. Whatever they are, those nasty guys are smuggling them around in those pred/prey bars to do something. We've little idea what. You know that they've all lawyered up, right?"
Jude heard somebody coming into the room from the hallway behind him. Yet he still stared blankly at the long thing as he turned it over and over in his paws. "Yeah, but no worries, we'll able to make them sweat."
"I heard the really smelly and really short weasel call it a 'trouser-snake release cylinder'," Clawhauser went on, "and I just—"
A nasty shock suddenly surged out of the device's tip right into Jude's grip. He let out a pained yelp as it flung into the air. The feline knelt down, a horrified expression coming over his face.
A flash of fur appeared above the rabbit's head. "Easy, there!" Nick remarked as he seized the device and whipped it over into a plastic bin. "You don't know where that thing's been!"
"Very funny," Jude replied as his right paw twitched uncontrollably. He felt it burning a little bit and instinctively held it in front of his face. "This actually hurts, you know!" A little groan slipped out of his mouth.
"It's alright," Nick murmured, lowering his voice as he slipped down his paws onto Jude's arm. Before the rabbit realized what was happening, the fox brought up Jude's paw to his mouth and popped the tip of it in. Jude still could scarcely breathe as the fox suckled the end of Jude's paw. When Nick slid the paw out before standing up straight, the rabbit blankly gazed upward as the knowing predator gave yet another tooth-heavy grin.
"Better, I guess," Jude mouthed. He turned over for a second to look at Clawhauser behind him. The feline blushed profusely while wiggling in place, clearly trying his best not to giggle in delight. As soon as the rabbit turned around, Nick had vanished. The rabbit blew a hot breath upon his still-stinging paw as he experienced such immense frustration— the sensation of the few tiny drops of Nick's saliva drying on his paw caused him to shiver.
"Ooooooooohh," Clawhauser let out as his blush grew seeing Jude's expression. The rabbit angrily tapped a footpaw against the floor for a moment, clutching the front of his his uniform.
"Please, not a word! Just— give me a moment!" Jude called out, waving an arm in the air over at Clawhauser.
"Jude, that was the most—"
"I said: a moment!" The rabbit hopped out of the door and made his way down the hallway, determined to seek out Nick wherever the teasing predator had slipped to. He sped to the end of the hallway and spotted Nick’s swishing tail off in another hallway. Yet bouncing over there turned up nothing. Exasperated, Jude smacked a paw against his uniform. Stepping off in a different direction, he wondered how exactly the fox moved so fast. "Are you leading me somewhere, you smug little—"
Another flash of tail caused the rabbit to shut his mouth and hop suddenly to the right. Hot on the trail, he passed by a confused moose as he went down yet another hallway. Finally coming into somewhere with a helpful dead end, the bunny spotted one of Nick's arms sticking out of a supply closet.
"Fox!" Jude yelled, pointing out with a shaking paw. He eyed the predator as Nick pressed his paws against his hips in mock-surprise. The fox pushed open the closet door completely and looked back at Jude.
"You rang?" Nick slyly replied as the rabbit hopped over, Jude tapping a footpaw in raw irritation. The fox swished around his tail so that it brushed the air just a few delicate inches in front of Jude.
"Look, lets get one thing— at least, one thing— clear," Jude remarked, standing up as straight as he could, "I like you. I know that you like me. You're a great colleague and do great work. I even confessed that we can have a relationship sometime. But we're still on the job, Nick!" He reached up and nearly gripped his own ears in exasperation. "Don't you get it?"
Nick kept on that devious, knowing smile that he'd used on the rabbit all day. "Can I just interject, before I say anything, how wonderfully ironic it is that we're both talking in an open closet?"
"I— I— I know," Jude stammered, leaning back against the closet door, "for goodness' sake, I know what I am! Alright? Yeah, yeah, I just choose to keep quiet about it, but that's not the same thing as being really repressed— come on! Okay, okay, maybe it's bad being the wingman with the guys and being silent about how I'm not eyeing who they're eyeing. Maybe it's bad going to all of the games with them and sputtering off embarrassing talk about the wrong sport. I'm just trying to be a little demure about it, okay?"
The fox clearly enjoyed the sweat sliding down Jude's cheeks. The rabbit's thoughts grew ever more murky and overcome by the second, but he still felt determined to find some way to get things across to the ever-teasing fox. Jude bounced about in place, face looking red, while Nick scratched his chin.
"Listen, you wanna be a weather-vane flipping predator sinking your paws on some prey's butt and feeling happy with whatever, fine! You be the pervert that's all out there! Fine!" Jude twitched his tail uncontrollably as his voice rose.
"Glad we settled that, then." Nick's coy voice matched perfectly with how he gently rubbed a paw against his neck.
"Just— Nick, seriously— please!" Jude found himself panting a little as Nick made a gentle move that rubbed his tail slowly against the floor in front of him. "I'm not repressed, I'm not your puppet on a string to get toyed around, and I'm not— least of all now, ugh, when we've got less than an hour before our shifts end— wanting any more funny business!"
The rabbit stormed off away from the closet. The stew of raw emotions inside of him barely made sense. He tried his best to keep from breathing too loud, trying to force himself to calm down, and stepped around confusingly trying to recall the best way back to his own office. He froze in place, only a matter of feet away from the closet where the fox still stood, and gathered his thoughts. The rabbit had been led over to that particular hallway, and he barely recognized anything, the walls covered with weird posters featuring thunderstorms and racing water.
Bits of construction in the police station had brought new twists and turns day by day. Jude leaned up against the wall to try to remember a memo he'd seen, mentally tracing pathways. His body idly slipping over to the side, the rabbit accidentally pressed against a door left ajar. The rabbit fell into the room, letting out a soft noise, and picked himself up before dusting off his uniform.
Immediately getting his bearings, he looked about what seemed to be a small auxiliary meeting room. He thought about how everybody else had probably wound up clear on the whole other side of the station, diligently working on their assignments until the last moment that they got off work. Various tables, staplers, chairs, posters, and the like made up the cop's only companions in the little room.
"You know," Nick declared, appearing abruptly behind the rabbit, "it doesn't have to be funny." Jude flipped around to look at the fox before stepping backward, trying to get away. The rabbit found Nick standing over him, with Nick's paws rubbing against the fox's chest. The predator's expression seemed somehow far warmer, just looking so naturally inviting, while still conveying so much menace. "You deserve something more serious."
The fox had his fellow officer pinned down perfectly. Nick said nothing else as he held up an arm and slammed shut the door behind them. Jude's heart pounded. The predator poised his body over the bunny, with Jude staring at his surprised expression reflected in Nick's badge. As the realization of exactly why Nick had brought them alone together hit him hard, Jude's paws shivered across his body, his nose and tail twitching.
"Hold on! At least, give me a minute," the rabbit pleaded, with his legs squirming and his breathing hard, "I'm— I'm just not ready!
"Well, it looks like somebody's had quite a long day," Nick remarked, moving even closer before slipping his wanting paws around Jude's crotch, "and holding a lot back lately, huh?"
The predator pressed the rabbit backward on the floor so much that Jude's body hit against a bulletin board behind him, Jude feeling the little pins and pieces of paper pressing up against his back. As badly as the rabbit wanted to resist, he panted as tingles of delight flowed all around his limbs. The teasing fox kept on massaging his wonderful paws around the rabbit's crotch, knowing exactly how ever more throbbing hard Jude grew even through the uniform. The fox knelt down and seemed to dominate the bunny so completely.
"Please, I just— it's not just that I'm not ready for a relationship. We were just assigned together, too, on this big case," Jude went on, beads of sweat popping up all over his overcome face, "please, I'm just so anxious about it all— I want to talk about this."
"All of those baseball games, grabbing up those extra beers, making such stereotypical guy talk about cars, and rest of it," Nick murmured, pressing his face gently against the rabbit's neckline and letting his teeth poke against Jude's fur, "it's all alright. No more repressing yourself. No more 'straight-gay' talk. No more dancing around. Trust me, carrots. Just let me help you help yourself."
Jude felt Nick slip the rabbit's belt open, massaging those wonderful paws into Jude's underwear. Shivering from the pleasure, the rabbit let himself pant as sweat began to pour down his cheeks. He let out a loud yelping noise as Nick took both his front paws and clutched them on Jude's own left paw, the both of them then directly massaging the erection poking out from Jude's briefs.
"Oh, it's just, oh," Jude moaned out, wiggling his head from side to side while the fox kissed all over his neckline. The contrast between that pair of predatory teeth and his sweaty fur pushed so many wonderful buttons. "I— I— really like you." The rabbit's voice sounded fainter by the moment. "Liked you so much, for so long— even just after we met, before you became a cop— but I'm not ready to do this. I'm just not—"
"Like I said," Nick slyly remarked, opening his mouth a bit more to teasingly poke his sharp teeth a tiny bit into Jude's neck, "helping you help yourself."
The fox's paws opened up the rabbit's pants even more, the belt halfway slipping off. Jude's ever growing erection got more and more exposed as the fox's talented paws moved on. The belt finally fell almost completely off. Nick cradled his paws around Jude's balls, also teasing around the tip of Jude's throbbing hard length. The rabbit pressed his face against Nick's chest as well, kissing up and down on the fox's well-sweaty uniform. All of the scents and noises drove him right past feeling needy into a place of pure, instinctual lust.
"Help... yourself... carrots..." Nick whispered out directly into the rabbit's ear, abruptly gripping Jude's paws and sliding them and down the rabbit's erection. The sensations seemed so wonderful, little firecrackers going off all inside of Jude's body. The rabbit frantically tapped a foot against the hard floor as the pleasure ramped up. Yet, when everything appeared so close to a powerful peak, Nick shifted his face to the left and pressed down his teeth onto Jude's fur. The fox's joined his play bite with a massaging of his paws against Jude's own grip. Both the rabbit's and the fox's paws poked and prodded over every inch of Jude's throbbing length.
Jude cried out mindlessly, his senses feeling totally overcome. The rabbit's whole body shivered, his footpaws scuffling upon the floor, as a long, deep whine flowed out of his mouth. Thick globs of Jude's own hot cream squirted out onto his own uniform.
The fox's teeth delicately pressed into Jude's fur a little bit more, Nick being ever the teaser. The scraping and prodding made Jude melt even more, so much pleasure rocketing through the bunny's body as he was so dominated. Yet it only took a few moments for Nick to simply slip his head to the side and gaze at his overwhelmed colleague.
Their sloppy kiss cast the size difference completely aside. The fox's lips pushed hard against the rabbit's own wanting lips, his tongue shoving in without restraint into Jude's mouth. The intimacy seemed completely perfect as Jude felt his senses crossing over into pure bliss. It seemed like being caught in this mental circle, moving on and on, with the rabbit's flesh feeling lighter than air in the dominating fox's embrace. Jude acutely sensed every drip after drip of his own cum pooling out onto his uniform's midriff.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the fox stood up and gently dropped the rabbit, letting Jude half-collapse flat upon the floor. Nick held out both paws in the air as if he was being frisked, showing off the gooey rabbit cum coating on his fur. The fox made what might have been his smuggest smile, looking like he'd never felt more confident in ages. Jude merely nodded, hardly able to think, as he looked down at his flaccid member. His eyes traced the trails of whiteness stretching down on his uniform.
"Well," Jude said, trying to stand back in place and fumbling for his belt, "how do we explain this to... to... well, to anyone..." He brushed idly against his own cum stains and let out a sigh. "Alright, you smug fox, I admit it." Watching a sight beyond words, with Nick eagerly lapping up Jude's cum that had dripped on the predator's paws, the rabbit just had to come out and say it. "I want a relationship." He closed his eyes. "I'm out. I'm your boyfriend."