Hopping In The Shower [Story]
Recently, I needed a tiny break, so I decided to do some non-commission work. This piece is actually based on a picture done by Ajin, a fantastic picture of Judy enjoying a bit of a shower, which you can find here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20817200/
I simply expanded on the idea, and investigated who might be watching such an act...and what they might be doing, while they did. After all, who could resist having a little fun with such an exquisite view?
Big thanks to Ajin for giving me the permission to base a story off of the image. Go check out their gallery and give them a watch, if you haven't already!
As always, read, comment and enjoy!
Escaping a guilty past was never an easy thing, and atonement, no matter how profound, could never completely erase the memories that someone might have of you, and the misdeeds you'd committed.
For many, bringing others to justice after you'd been a part of so many injustices yourself was an easy, and yet, entirely fitting form of catharsis, not to mention the fact that you really would be doing some kind of good for the community.
For Nick Wilde, he had his fellow officer, Judy Hopps, to thank. She'd been the one to encourage him to give up his life as a dishonest and shifty con-artist, and some months later, he was just as much a part of the police force as she was.
"Working late again, Wilde?" asked Bogo, as he walked past the navy-clad fox. His superior officer didn't have too much time to spare in his daily goings, so much so that he never even broke his stride, walking past the slightly cracked door of the video surveillance room that Nick was occupying.
He might be a member of the police department, but for someone like Nick, old habits died hard, and he dodged a bullet when Bogo decided to keep on walking.
"A job like this doesn't keep typical hours," Nick explained himself, though he knew no one was around to hear his words. The midnight crew at ZPD was a skeleton crew, at best, and they mostly kept to themselves, so much that Nick often forgot to keep the door of the surveillance room closed.
In a flash of vibrant, orange fur and dark, authoritative blue, he remedied that situation, closing the door behind him before he returned to his chair. It was easily the best seat in the house for someone like Nick, who didn't care too much about comfort...but the back of the chair was tall, obscuring him entirely from view, just in case someone happened to open the door and see what was going on.
After all, someone had to watch the video monitors at night, and being a fox, Nick was a great candidate for the job, but everyone was still rather surprised when he took the position.
They were all none the wiser to the fact that Nick couldn't fully control his mischievous side, and that in giving him such a job to do, they were enabling him.
"There you are, Carrots. Working late again, I see?"
Of course, Judy couldn't hear Nick, no matter how loud his words were. She was almost all the way on the other side of the building, behind thick walls of concrete and a full, steel door.
It was a cold, lonely place to take a shower, but the water that started to rain down upon the bland, generic tiles was always piping hot, something that Judy silently confirmed as she stuck a paw under the gentle stream.
The show was just beginning, and already, Nick was making himself comfortable in his tall, leather chair. It was a shame that he couldn't find the right angle on the other camera to catch her undressing, but that was a small price to pay, to be able to see her slim, nude figure coming fully into view, right in front of the hidden camera. Her ears were folded back and down after a long and exhausting day, her shoulders were slumped, and her paws, long and full as they were, were beaten down by the rigors of another day of difficult, but rewarding work.
To Nick, that was all part of the allure.
Judy didn't do her job for the glory of it, or the perks. She didn't do it for the free coffee in the mornings, or the adoration of the citizens. She did her job because she truly believed she was doing the best that she could in life, and doing the right thing was more important than doing the cool thing. She was a beacon of innocence in a world that was tainted with guilty shadows...a bastion of truth and justice that proved anyone really could do anything, if they simply never gave up.
She was everything that he still couldn't be, no matter how he tried. He'd made great strides forward, but he always found himself slipping; just like the waistline of his slacks as he unbuttoned them and began to slide them down. Stereotypical boxers of black and blue stripes were pushed down just enough for his sheath to feel the cool air of the station, and at the behest of the breeze, the bright, pinkish-red tip of his cock began to poke free.
He could just imagine how she'd react if she knew about his nightly routine, but she didn't have a clue. She didn't have even the slightest inkling that she was being watched, even as she stood fully under the streams and allowed the steaming water to bathe her fur and mat it down to her tired flesh. Even as the scent of strawberries and lavender filled her nostrils from the cool, delicate ooze of her body wash, she truly thought she was just scrubbing herself clean, rather than the dirty, lewd display that Nick treated it as.
The thought wasn't lost on him; the more she washed away the suds that formed in her fur, it was as if she was washing away any and all of the guilt that she ever felt, leaving herself absolved and clean as bubbles popped and faded under the water...while, on the other end, Nick simply added to the list of naughty things he'd done, all while gripping the growing shaft of his member in a paw. It was nearly subconscious for him anymore to give his cock a few quick, gentle strokes as he watched, his eyes crossing her body like a map and savoring every single detail, from the soft and subtle curve of her rump and the way that her tiny, puff tail flickered above it, to the modest, and yet, perfect breasts that gently bounced upon her chest as she turned about under the stream, making sure that her body was thoroughly cleaned.
Even knowing the consequence that would surely come along with being caught, Nick wished, somewhere in the back of his mind, that a still damp, dripping Judy would find him in the surveillance room and bring him to justice for what he'd done. It was the coward's way out...something that he'd tried to avoid since he first met Judy, even if it would have been the easier way for her to find out how he really felt about her.
Until he worked up the courage, however, he'd simply watch, pretending that Judy knew she was being adored from a distance, as if her every move was just an erotic gift for the naughty fox. The dream wouldn't come true that night, as the last of the errant suds of innocence were washed down the drain, and in the otherwise empty room, the last of Nick's thin, guilty cum spilled over his paw and down to his gently fuzzed sack. It was still just a distant dream, but one that Nick would cling to as tightly as his claws clung to his own flesh, and every bit as tightly as his fangs gritted together to keep his low, desperate moans from arousing any suspicions.
As usual, at the end, Judy had slipped out of the view of the camera without his noticing. When his winced eyes came open, she was gone, but she was still nowhere near him, leaving him to breathe a sigh of relief at another crime successfully committed. He was sure that he'd pay for his transgressions, someday...
...And it was a day that he earnestly looked forward to.