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My Prey

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Judy tossed and turned in the night, her thoughts not slowing down after the day she just had. Going from sitting at her family's produce stall to laying her head down on Nick's pillow on his couch. Which did take a lot of convening to have the fox not give up his own bed. Her mind kept running through everything that happened, how close she had gotten them to dying that she couldn't apologize enough to the fox while an EMT bandaged up her leg. Then almost getting him shot with nighthowler, she pulled her ears over her face. If Nick hadn't come up with the idea to switch the pellets with those blueberries... she didn't want to think of what could have happened. But they did pull the wool over that sheep's eyes, a small giggle escaping her to sound in the dark den where she lay. And Nick! She never thought he could act like that, so wild and powerful. That fake deer never stood a chance against him, another giggle from the bunny echoed in the dark. But then all that filled her mind was what happened next, a deep growl, feral eyes and... teeth. Her paw reached up and brushed the soft fur of her neck a shiver ran down her spine, making her tail twitch against the cushions of the couch. Her dull claws raked through her fur down the side of her neck and the image of Nick standing over her, teeth clenched around her neck. Holding her down with his musky fox scent encompassing her, she whined out louder than she expected. Quickly covering her muzzle she looked towards Nick's door, hoping that he didn't hear anything. Her body hot and ears on fire she tried to relax herself back down into the soft cushions, pulling the blanket up over her. It was going to be a long night for the bunny with thoughts of sexy biting foxes running through her mind.

The morning took forever to come for the frustrated bunny. She couldn't shake the feel that her own claws gave her when she ran them down her neck, and that only fueled the thought of Nick's teeth and claws all over her. The fox pinning her down and having his way with her fueled her desire throughout the night. But as soon as the light started to shine through the dark curtains of the fox's den she shook off the blanket and slowly wandered towards the bathroom, hoping a cold shower would help cool down the inflamed bunny. As the water splashed against her she lowered her head and let the water trail down her fur.

Nick awoke groggy as he usually did, but this time because of a certain bunny the day prior ran him ragged. But sounds from the den was something he wasn't use to, especially giggles and...other sounds certainly didn't help relax him after a day like they had. Sitting up on the side of the wolf size bed his ear swiveled to the sound of his shower turning on and he flopped back down to the bed, his first idea of waking himself being taken by his little gray guest. Slowly lifting himself up, he felt more like a zombie than a fox as he drug his paws shirtlessly towards the kitchen to his only hope left, his coffee maker. Soon enough his den filled with the smell of fresh brewed coffee, the fox soon would be fully awake. Leaning against the counter he sipped the life giving brew and looked toward the sound of the water cutting off and the door to his bathroom opening, a half covered up bunny walking out shaking some remaining water from her ears. Her eyes meeting his and his looking her up and down, taking in her exposed breasts and towel covered hips, all he could say was, “Morning Carrots, morning Carrots' breasts.” And to keep himself looking calm he took a sip from his mug as the rabbit darted back into the bathroom, a loud squeak and crash sounding as the door slowly clicked back shut. Nick now considered getting up this early was very worth it.

Judy found herself on her back, in the bathroom, on the wet floor. If the shower had helped her cool off, her absentminded thinking had just revved her back up to 11. She had just gave Nick a good morning peep show, 'good going showing off the bunny stereotype,' Judy through to herself. She took her time drying completely off and finding her old clothes, she was not about to go back out in just a towel. She slowly cracked the door and took a tentative step out into the fox's den with ears burning and blush showing on the large appendages.

“Well good morning again Carrots.” Nick said from the kitchen, only have moved to behind the counter and leaning over it and leaning onto a paw.

“...I'm really sorry about that, Nick. I'm so use to being at home, and well it just not that big of-” Nick cut her off.

“It's fine Carrots, a lot of things happened yesterday. I won't deny it wasn't a welcome sight but, we can forget it happened if I get a least 2 jokes from it.” The fox held up two fingers and shined his teeth in his signature smarmy smile. Judy did her best to act mad, indignant, or just frustrated but all she could do is lock in on Nick's teeth. After her thoughts all night, seeing them again, even if from across the room didn't do her any favors.

“F-Fine, just 2 and n..no more. Dumb fox.” The bunny crossed her arms and walked into the kitchen and as she looked over the fox she noticed just why he had moved behind the kitchens counter, his pants had a noticeable tent in them. She didn't look long enough to tell if it had been a full tent but she knew the fox had certainly liked what he seen at least, giving the bunny some hope. She tried to reach up to get a glass, but still finding her bandaged leg keeping her from hopping up to the counter, she felt Nick's presence behind her, his fluffy stomach lightly pressing against the back of her head.

“Need some help Fluff?” Nick leaned down and his muzzle brushed up against her ears, “Seems like a more fitting name than Carrots now, don't you think?” His voice was deep and sultry, Judy bit her lip, this fox would never play fair would he.

“Yes, please.” She couldn't help but shiver at the touch on her ears, the thought of those teeth of his so close to her sensitive ears made her fight back a moan. But thanks to the fox's sense of smell, she couldn't stop what kind of scent she was giving off. A mug was suddenly brought in front of her face and she gingerly took it.

“If you insist, F-l-u-f-f.” He drug out the nick name, bringing the pot of coffee to the bunny's mug and pouring her, his eyes focus solely on the bunny's face. Trying to match the intensity of the fox's look she put on her bravest face that she could conjure.

“T-Thats two, Slick. You losing your edge?” To keep her paws steady she brought the full mug to her lips, taking a slow sip. Bringing her eyes back up to the fox, she was suddenly brought back to the museum, in the fake bushes and those eyes. The eyes of a hunting, primal fox staring back at her. Gripping the mug was the only thing keeping it from crashing to the ground as the fox moved forward and Judy never felt so small. Not even at the museum, that had all been an act of desperation. But this, this was brought on by something that she had accidentally done.

“Maybe so, you did do a number on me Fluff.” The whole body of the bunny twitched as he kept that nickname up, thinking he was going to go back to Carrots after his 'jokes' were done. “You.” His claw poked her twitching nose softly. “got to me. Out of everyone in Zootopia, only took you 48 hours after a lifetime.” His paw slid from her nose to her cheek, cupping and gently rubbing a thumb through the soft fur and plush, she couldn't help but lean into the padded paw, eyes closing. Her paw lifting and cover his on her cheek.

“Nick, I meant what I said back then, n-not the new conference of course. That was so stupid-”

“I know Judy, and I've forgiven you for that.” A sweet smile on his muzzle and she nodded to him.

“Back on the gondolas, after you told me about those...horrible kits. You are so much more than what they think you are. And..I want to get to know the fox you really are..” Her heart was beating in her chest as she suddenly took a deep breath and nothing but the smell of fox musk filled her nose. The heat was back, radiating throughout her body, and it hazed her mind. The heavy scent of fox musk making harder to think as Nick brought up another paw and gripped her hips. She suddenly found herself sitting on the counter overlooking the den that Nick had been behind before, both paws on her hips.

“Are you sure Fluff.” Her idled mind made it impossible to hide the shiver than ran through the bunny at the name again, the different tone Nick used for it making her melt.

“Yes Nick. Y-you were my first real friend here in the city. I trust you, and after everything yesterday...” Judy tried to look away, but a quick fox pad lifted her chin back up to him, his confident smirk showing a fang making the bunny gulp. “I don't want to lose you again.” She reached up and pulled the fox by the shoulders into a hard hug, burring her muzzle into the neck of the fox. Not able to help herself and taking in the fresh musk of the fox, her paw gripping tightly to the thick fluff on his back. She felt the padded fox paws lay on her back and pull her in.

“You don't have to worry about that, I'm not letting you go so easily this time.” Nick lowered his muzzle, nuzzling his head against hers. “I'm sorry for what I did at that conference, I should have stayed.”

The two stayed like that for uncounted minutes, paws rubbing along each others back and many sweet words till the fox again picked up the bunny and carried her to the couch. Resting on Nick's lap, Judy brushed an ear back behind her head, giggling nervously.

“I do think we have a few things left to talk through though, Fluff.” There was that bunny shuddering tone, biting her lip she nodded to the tod. “Like, this sweet scent that I keep smelling, it keeps coming off from you.” His smile was all fangs, eyes of a predator that had just cornered their pray and was closing in for the kill. Nick took an exaggerated sniff just inches away from Judy's chest, a deep thundering growl emanating from the fox's throat. “I smelt it at the museum, just a small trace, but it has me addicted. I find myself hunting for it more and more.” Judy was breathing heavily, panting, this had taken such a sharp turn and she absolutely loved it. Her paw pressed up against his chest, feeling the thick, soft fox fur against her paw, looking up at Nick lifting her head just a little to high to show him her exposed neck. Her paw snaked its way up to the fox's neck and pulled him closer, his nose just inches away from her neck. She wanted to give a clear show of consent to the fox, and he got the signal loud and clear. With a growl that rivaled the ones he gave back at the museum, he had her on her back on the couch, towering over her and slowly licks his muzzle, showing off his teeth to his pray. With a heaving chest, he lowered himself, body pressing against hers letting her feel his erection against her thigh on her good leg. In a deep, precise voice, “My Prey.” And Judy's world exploded as teeth clamped down on her neck.