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Judy Needs It, Part 4

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 4 of ongoing story)

It's Judy Hopps' first heat since she co-rented an apartment with Nick Wilde, but he had to go and invite Finnick over to watch Kung Fu movies. Not one to give up so easily, she's teased her way between the fox and fennec, and those tiny hotpants are getting very uncomfortable!

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Judy swallowed as she struggled to wrap her small, bunny paw around Nick's growing length.

She was no saint, despite the naïve attitude she exuded. A bunny's heat is a powerful thing. When she'd told Nick that rabbits were good at multiplying, it wasn't an idle boast. Even so, canines were new to her, and Nick was so much larg-

"Are we seriously gonna do this?" Finnick asked.

Judy looked from one fox to another. Both of them were staring at her, one on each side, Nick of course staring down his muzzle, while Finnick craned his neck to look up. She gave a quick squeeze of her paw, which evidently was enough to convince Nick.

"You're not feeling it?" Nick replied, a grin forming on his muzzle.

Judy turned her head to face the Fennec Fox, just in time to see him hold up his paws and raise his brow. "Hey, man," Finnick chuckled, "she's your roommate. Just because you'll fuck anything that moves." Judy pouted at how unmotivated he seemed, despite everything she'd done. Those shorts were practically cutting off her circulation...

Well I would be more comfortable, she thought, as a wicked idea caused her to press her thighs together. She locked eyes with Nick, then slid her paw up to the tip of his concealed length, lazily cocking her wrist before running it back down to his base, then, one pawfinger at a time, slid her hand off it. For an instant his shoulders drooped.

She leaned into him, stretching up against the side of his body, which forced her to bring her face close to that muzzle filled with predator teeth. Her twitching nose approached his ear, giving her the chance to whisper something.

Nick's shoulders straightened up as if at the crack of a whip, and he gave her an approving nod. "What are you two being all secret-squirrel about?" Finnick asked.

At that, Judy pushed herself up from the couch. As she moved, she felt the wetness in her crotch had made a joke of those tight hotpants. There was no way that the two boys could possibly miss it, especially with their vulpine sense of smell.

She stepped to her right to stand in front of Finnick's seated form. Her body was facing away from him, but she turned her head and shoulders just enough so she could watch him out the corner of her eye, and see Nick at the other end of the couch.

With a twitch of her tail, she started to lean forward with her shoulders, crossing her heels in the same manner as when she'd adjusted the TV, twisting her hips from side to side with the faintest of sways, until she got what she wanted.

Finnick's eyes strayed down her shoulders, to her back, until he could seem to do nothing else but ogle her tight bunny ass. Her stomach filled with butterflies; it was intoxicating that she was able to arouse him so.

"Like what you see, Finnick?" she asked, lowering the tone of her voice to a sultry register.

He didn't answer in words. Instead, Judy heard the unmistakable sound of tightening material followed by a tell-tale zipper.

The sense of eagerness began to boil over inside her as she placed her paws on her almost-flat chest, and ran each of them down her flanks, to the waistband of those hotpants. With some difficulty she tucked a thumb underneath on each side, and twitched her tail again as she leaned further forward and pushed down. The denim protested, but soon gave way, and with a great sigh of relief, she felt her curvaceous bunny butt spill out of the tiny garment inch by inch. When she was almost done, she looked back again, seeing that both Nick and Finnick had eyes only for one place, and with a shiver, she dropped the tiny shorts, leaving them to slide down to her ankles.

She uncrossed her heels and stepped out of the garment, tossing it aside with a quick flick of her right footpaw, with little care for where it landed. When she was done, she was standing with her footpaws parted, intensely aware of how her bunny cunny was on full display.

She tilted herself forward once more and looked back at Finnick, who was shuffling his paws beneath the cushion that was now sitting on his lap. She grinned, and brought a paw up to her face, and had just clamped her teeth down on one of her claws when Finnick lunged at her!

The movement threw the cushion from earlier aside, and Judy saw a red blur that had come free of his slacks. The small Fennec would've barrelled clean into her if Nick hadn't been quicker. He pounced, grabbing his friend by the collar and shoving him against the back of the couch, forcing him to remain seated.

Judy hated herself for it, but the sudden outburst of sheer sexual ecstasy from him brought a throb from her groin that almost caused her to roll her eyes back.

"Lemme go, Nick!" Finnick shouted.

"Now now, manners!" Nick said, fulfilling his end of the bargain from their earlier whispered exchange. "Let the lady come to you."

Judy turned to face the pair of them, and cocked her hips to one side. Her loose vest top hung from her shoulders and ended around her midriff, while the loss of the shorts had left her bottomless, her flat tummy running between her wide hips, past her waist to the heated mound that lay between her runner's thighs.

Finnick struggled for a moment, but soon relented at the sight of her, and Nick was able to retreat to the other side of the couch. As he did so, she was forced to gasp at what greeted her.

Finnick's cock was huge!

Now fully engorged in a purplish-red, Finnick's member had a typical canine form, though it was wider near the end than at the base. At its tip, the point was small, but that only served to exaggerate the size of the rest. But there was something she couldn't see; something she wanted to see oh-so much...

"Let's see, now," Judy cooed, kneeling down in front of him. She reached forward with both paws, and had intended to look into his eyes, though his gaze was welded on her crotch and was unlikely to shift for the asking. She grabbed the sides of his slacks and gave them a tug. Evidently he had undone his belt and button around the time of that zipper, as the garment and his boxers slid down his thighs in a smooth movement, exposing more of his creamy, short fur. Soon both were wrapped around his ankles, and Judy looked at what she'd revealed.

But it still wasn't there. Finnick's sheath was there, and out of that jutted his rod of a canine cock, like a tube. She cocked her head to one side.

"It's not gonna sing a song if you stare at it," Finnick growled.

Judy felt her face contort in an irritated glance.

"What is it, Carrots?" Nick asked.

Judy gave an exasperated sigh.

"I was looking for his thing."

"His thing?" Nick asked.

"Y'know," she answered, trying-and-failing to gesture with her hands. She looked from Finnick's face, to his cock, to Nick's face, and back again.

"Y'knoooow," she sighed, "his thing!"

The three of them were motionless as each pondered the conversation. It was Nick who got there first. He snorted, then snickered, and before long, was laughing louder than the noise of the now-forgotten TV. He leaned back, one paw slapped over his eyes.

"You mean his knot!" he gasped between bouts of laughter.

Judy felt herself blush, so much so that she might've turned red as a beetroot, if she wasn't already most of the way there already from the mixture of her heat and arousal. Even Finnick managed a few chuckles before Nick calmed down enough to explain.

"That only happens when, well, in the show, that's kinda the final act, Carrots," Nick said.

Finnick nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, that only happens when you mount-wait, whoa-" he started, but his words faltered as Judy's last hint of reserve left her. She crawled forwards, her head moving past his knees, until it hovered perilously close to his cock.

Judy may not have had quite the sense of smell of either of the boys, but that made little difference when she was up this close. She tilted her head to the side, running her nose along Finnick's veiny length, drinking in the musky aroma of a predator ready to mate. This was different to those rabbits and hares she'd had before; even that one squirrel boy with the cute hair from just after her prom; a thousand times more potent. She could see his heartbeat as his cock quivered back and forth with each throb, while every inch was already slick with pre.

She turned her head the other way, able to look past Finnick's cock to see Nick at the far end of the couch. He had tossed aside his own slacks and underwear, and now sat with one leg off the couch, the other bent at the knee, footpaw close to his rear, and his right paw squeezing his own length. His eyes locked with hers, as he reached down to the base of his own member and gave it a firm squeeze, then flashed her a grin.

With that, she pursed her lips, brought her mouth up to the tip of Finnick's cock, and pushed down until his slick length parted her jaws. Finnick, for his part, leaned forward and groaned from the pleasure, and Judy could see his claws curl on his left footpaw out of the corner of her eye.

She went down as far as she could go, which was barely halfway along his length, before coming to a slow stop and pulling back, taking her time to savour every single bump and vein on her lips, the taste of his pre on her tongue. Soon, she reached the tip again, and brought her right paw along his inner thigh, reaching between his legs to touch his creamy, furry, heavy balls, similarly engorged. She stroked those orbs in a gentle manner with her fingers as she dipped her head forward again, this time looking up to gaze into Finnick's eyes as she moved. When she pulled her head back once more, she opened her mouth and tossed her head back to breathe, her ears flopping down across her back as her paw stroked him up and down in a measured rhythm.

Finnick shifted from side to side at her strokes, scooching his butt back into the couch, while his tongue lolled out of the side of his jaws. Judy smiled at him as she sped up her strokes, and then, so slight she almost thought she'd imagined it, she could swear she saw a hint of a shake of his head. Then, with that came a dead giveaway: Finnick's right paw had clenched into a futile grip, and started twitching.

With a moan that came from the pit of her arousal she opened her mouth wide and pounced upon his cock, swallowing as harshly as she could until she felt as rod touch the back of her throat. He was so soaked with pre that this was easier than she expected. She bobbed her head back and forth, her lips producing lewd smacking and sucking noises as she milked his cock with her throat, and it wasn't long before she felt him moving, thrusting, twitching, fucking her mouth.

Over the sounds of her blowjob she could hear him moaning, gasping for breath, giving her the chance to take her mouth off his length for a moment.

"I wanna see it, let me see it," she cooed, looking up into his eyes once more, which where at this point looking up at the ceiling. "Mount my muzzle," she gasped, before pouncing on his length again, resuming the sounds of sucking and swallowing.

Finnick's thrusts became more erratic, while his moans grew higher in pitch, and Judy felt her own wetness start to drip down her inner thighs as she slid the paw that had been teasing his balls up towards his sheath, the base of his cock, pushing the sheath back gently at a point beyond where her lips could reach, feeling the swelling that came forth.

She touched it with her fingertips as it grew, swelling up, getting larger and larger, until Finnick's twitching paw could be seen out of the corner of her eye, now pushing back and forth as if he was pawing off. His footpaws reached around and touched her back, trying to pull her body and face closer into him.

"G-grab it! T-tie me!" He whined.

Judy leaned back, took a deep breath through her nose, and in one motion, she dived with her head, taking as much of his length into her throat as she could, while her lips ended at his knot. She pushed forward with her other arm and clasped both paws around it, squeezing it tight.

Then she felt his cock convulse, and with a throb, he groaned as jet after jet of white-hot cum shot into the back of her throat. It carried on for so much longer than she thought, and even after a few gulps, it was clear she wasn't going to take it all. From between his thighs, she felt Finnick tense every muscle in his body, shuddering from the effort, then just as quickly, he relaxed and sank back into the couch.

With a gentle touch, she pulled her head back, until her lips came free from his member. Right away she felt the cum she hadn't been able to swallow escape, dribbling down her muzzle and dripping from her chin onto the couch cushion between Finnick's knees. She made to remove her paws, but he stopped her.

"W-wait!" he stammered, but it was too late. She let go, and the sudden movement on his sensitive cock-flesh brought forth a last burst of his seed, shooting out from his pointed tip in a ropey, white strand that hit her forehead and ran in a line down to her nose.

She blinked in surprise as Finnick exhaled, his eyes rolling back in an expression of unfathomable pleasure. She turned to Nick, certain he would get a real laugh from what had just happened, but she was surprised to see that the other end of the couch was empty.

"Hey, where'd-" she started.

The answer was not a word. Large, clawed paws grabbed her hips from behind. In a moment of pleasurable panic, she was reminded of how vulnerable she was, bent over like this, face down, ass-up, dripping with her own juices.

Her chest tightened, so much so that she could only muster a whimper.

"Nick?"

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Judy Needs It, Part 4

By Logan Greypaw

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