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Judy Needs It, Part 3

By Logan Greypaw

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* Explicit furry erotica (18+) * Zootopia fic - Judy / Nick / Finnick * M/F (story will develop to M/M/F) * Rabbit female & fox males * Heat / desperation / viagra / libido enhancement / sex

(Part 3 of ongoing story)

It's Judy Hopps' first heat since she co-rented an apartment with Nick Wilde, but when he invites Finnick over to watch Kung Fu movies, her plans for an eventful evening seem dashed. Maybe if she tries being a bit more direct...?

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Judy finished adjusting the volume just as a commercial break cut into the show, and stood back up straight. With a stretch, she pushed her arms high above her head, feeling her tense shoulder muscles loosen. She turned around to face the centre of the room, and was confronted by the gaze of both Nick and Finnick, ears pricked up, both of them staring at her. It was like they hadn't eaten in a week, and she was a juicy steak. Both were still holding cushions to strategically conceal their excitement, though their efforts were about as subtle as a brick to the face.

She felt a wave of smugness, but she kept up a façade of mild surprise at their stares, prompting both of them to avert their gaze out of politeness, even if it did take them a few moments to tear their eyes away.

Getting there, she thought, as a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine, which she could swear sent a ripple through her fur.

It was then that she noticed that, now they were both sitting up straight, how much taller Nick was than Finnick. Of course, she had known that for some time, given Finnick's disguise when they had first met, but it tended to be more obvious when they were adjacent to each other. In fact, Finnick was so diminutive in stature that if he was standing next to her, his head would be about as high as-

She swallowed a little as she stopped herself even thinking the word, but it rattled around inside her head, until an idea formed that set her tail twitching.

She also noticed that both Nick and Finnick had finished their drinks.

"I'll get you guys another," Judy said, motioning to the empty glasses on the table.

At her words, Finnick leaned forward, still gripping the cushion between his paws.

"I could go for something," Finnick said, with a chuckle.

Judy stepped closer to the couch, bending forwards to grip the glasses on the coffee table in each paw. She could feel her loose vest-top hang open as she moved, and though she lacked the bust to compete with 'Season Two Roxy', she could feel that both the guys were stealing glances at bra-less, athletic chest.

She straightened back up and made her way towards the kitchen, but before she walked out the door, she stopped to call back to the pair on the sofa.

"Finnick, can you lend me a paw?"

It was as she was leaving the room, so she only caught it in the corner of her eye; Finnick squirmed in an uncomfortable manner, but still stood up.

"Do you need me to help too, Carrots?" Nick shouted.

"Oh no, I don't need you both," Judy said, with a private smirk. At least, just to get snacks.

No sooner had she entered the kitchen that she heard Finnick behind her. He stood framed in the doorway, tapping his footpaw, which made little tak-tak noises on the linoleum flooring from his claws. She walked over to the fridge and opened it, and felt an odd sensation.

She bit her lip as she felt the cold air in a very tender place, and that meant that as she expected, her heat had started to seep through those tighter-than-tight denim hotpants. She wondered if it was visible, but had no discrete way to check while Finnick was watching her every move. Instead, she reached into the fridge and pulled out two bottled beers, then slammed the door shut.

Finnick was still standing there, and though she wasn't certain, she was pretty sure that he had been finishing licking his chops when she had turned back around.

"You want me to get those?" He asked, in a growling tone.

Judy shook her head.

"I'll have to open them in a sec," she answered, placing them both on the countertop. She instead reached for one of the upper cupboards and opened it, seeing a bag of pretzels on the very top shelf, just out of easy-reach. With a sigh, she stood up on her toes and reached up with her paws, stretching her taut, petite body far enough to feel her midriff bare as her vest top rode up past her waist. Not something she'd intended, but still, her flat bunny tummy was one of her best attributes, and now all those sit-ups would pay off.

Stifling a giggle, she grabbed the bag and shut the cupboard, placing it down next to the beers and finding the bottle opener in the cutlery drawer. She beckoned Finnick over, who was more than eager, coming to rest right next to her, the top of his head just as high as her waist.

Judy's own mouth felt dry as she thought about the view from his perspective. She grabbed one of the beers and turned to face him, looking down at his muzzle perilously close to her crotch, his nostrils flaring as he seemed to drink in her scent, but her attention was grabbed by something much more arresting.

Finnick had obviously performed an 'up-and-to-the-left' tuck, but that did practically nothing to hide the bulge that was showing from beneath his untucked shirt and through his slacks.

Ugh, couldn't he just whip that out and-

"Judy?" Finnick asked, interrupting her train of thought.

Judy blinked before passing him the two beers, one for each paw, stunned at just how much she'd drifted off. For an instant she wondered just which of the three of them had drank those libido-enhancers. Then again, this was her first heat in the same house as a predator.

"Just hold those for a moment," she said, as she reached over for the bottle-opener. She gripped the neck of one of the bottles in Finnick's grasp, fitting the tool to the bottle-top. Finnick's eyes were locked on her paws as she made the deft movement to POP the top off, releasing the pressure, along with the smallest amount of white foam.

"Hey guys," Nick called from the living room, "the break is over!"

Judy gave Finnick a nod to take the drinks through. He obliged, but she was sure she caught just a hint of frustration on his features as he turned away. With a grin, she grabbed the bag pretzels and poured them into a bowl, then headed back through to the living room.

By the time she got there, Finnick was back in his spot and both of them had their beers. She flirted with the idea of sitting on the single-seater, but what she'd seen of the front of Finnick's slacks in the kitchen gave her other ideas. She strode over to the two-seater and placed the bowl of pretzels on the closest corner of the coffee table. She turned, leaned back, and flopped down onto the couch, right between the two foxes.

"Getting' cosy, Carrots?" Nick asked.

She wrinked her nose at his tone. "Just watch the show, Nick," she snorted.

In moments, another fight scene started up on the TV, and both of the guys seemed to be doing their best to watch the unfolding events. Judy's mind was elsewhere. Even now, she could feel the heat between her thighs as it started to soak her hotpants, while the outside of her right thigh was laid up against Finnick's leg, and her left was laid up against Nick's. Both of them had gone back to holding cushions.

The TV was loud again; she wondered if Nick had changed it back while they were in the kitchen. Still, her eyes seemed to drift away to her right.

Her pulse thundered in her ears as little-by-little, she brought her right paw down from where she had crossed her arms, running it to her leg, her waist, and slowly, softly, moved it to touch Finnick's upper thigh, beneath the cushion he was holding.

Finnick perked up the instant her paw touched his body, and he turned his head to look at her. She met his gaze and glanced around to be sure that Nick hadn't noticed. Once that was clear, she brought her right paw back up to place a finger over her lips in the obvious 'shhh' sign.

Finnick gave the smallest of nods, and adjusted his posture, giving Judy the chance to run her paw back to his waist. She felt around, reaching under his shirt, until at her fingertips was something hot, swollen, and throbbing to Finnick's pulse. Still covered in his slacks and underwear, she could only get a vague sense of its shape, but it was bigger than she expected, what with him being such a small guy.

Finnick was staring at the TV, but she could see out of the corner of her eye that he was focused on the middle distance, looking at the screen but not really seeing anything. His chest rose and fall in shortened breaths.

She reached with the flat of her paw and pressed down on his length, running it back and forth over the top of his slacks, with the subtlest of motions. Even performing that little action raised her own level of arousal to a kind of beautiful agony; it was all she could do to not fling herself on the floor in front of the couch and shove her butt in the air. Finnick, for his part, was chewing his own bottom lip from what she guessed to be a similar caged pleasure.

It was only moments before she noticed, with each movement, that his eyes would start to roll back, and his muzzle would flare. She took that chance to pull her paw back and let go of him. A few moments passed before his breathing returned to normal, and he looked back at her, but again, she gave him the sign to be quiet, before motioning at him to watch the show.

He must have been terribly frustrated; of that she was certain, but she was pretty sure he'd gotten the idea.

With Finnick's attention back on the TV, she glanced at Nick, and hesitated. Even after all this, she was nervous; she had no idea how he'd react. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, making her legs feel like they were made of jelly, as her left paw ran down her flat tummy, to her waist, until it slipped under Nick's cushion, and finally touching-

No way, she thought.

Unlike with Finnick, what she felt was slick, wet, and fully exposed, jutting out from his fly.

Her ears pricked up in shock as she looked up to see him staring down at her, with almost every razor-sharp tooth in his vulpine muzzle visible in his smile.

"What are you gonna do now, Carrots?" he asked, bringing his jaws close enough to her head for his hot breath to tickle the fur on her ears.

She gulped, staring at that line of predator teeth, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable between the two foxes. The sensation made every muscle, every bone, every inch of her body spark as if filled with electricity.

She wrapped her paw around his length, feeling his pulse in her palm.

"Right choice," he growled.

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Judy Needs It, Part 3

By Logan Greypaw

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