Lawful and Indecent

Part Two: The Hustling

The gauntlet began with a repeating electronic shriek, followed by an opening brilliant flash of light to introduce Nick Wilde to his green ceiling once more. He felt a little groggy from the sleep, but his fur made his wake a more comfortable experience. Morning had come, and it was as obvious as the smell of fresh coffee. But as his taut mouth roared a yawn in unison with his outstretched arms, he instantly felt that something was wrong. He rubbed his eyes and slowly ascended into an L-sitting position, casting his shadow on the door and his closet as he peered around the perimeter. He traced past his dresser, the window, the nightstand...nothing happened. Everything in the room was in place and intact.

He cleared his throat, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Something was definitely off.

When his right foot touched the ground, he removed the covers from the rest of his body. In that exact moment, the unnamed disorder hit him. Reality became a voice, and it spoke to him in the form of three unwelcome issues:

One, that wasn't his alarm, it was a construction vehicle backing up outside.

Two, it was 8:15. Work was in forty-five minutes.

And three, he was buck naked and sprouting a full erection.

"Oh..." Nick muttered, eyes widening as he stared at his length. "Oh my. This is real."

He jumped off the bed to the white, carpeted floor, disregarding his drowsiness, and began to meander around the room. He hadn't thought much about the morning at all the night before, and it all came back to bite him. His first problem was his stiff dick. Every instinct of Nick's said to jerk off in the shower and get moving, but he was already so late that it would only kill more time. In fact, he didn't even have time for breakfast. Scratching at his head and picking at his fur while he paced, he resorted to speaking out loud to himself:

"Okay, it's too late for a shower," he told himself, swiping off a stick of deodorant from the top of his dresser and applying it to his armpits, "but that's all right if I can get moving."

As he descended the stairs, Nick recalled that he took forty-seven minutes to get home last night; that's two more than he would have to work with if he was going straight to the department, but even then, he was walking the whole time. His shift's location was seventy-eighth street, which was about fifteen minutes faster to arrive to. From there, he'd just borrow another officer's communication device to confirm he's on duty. He had been keenly familiar with the geography of Zootopia and was already thinking of the best paths to the corner of town where he usually swept for crime. Maybe then, he'd have lesser crowds to deal with, and therefore, less explaining to do.

He had to stop himself from instinctually going to grab a tie or a shirt once or twice, even if he was right next to the front door. The ever so slight chill was unnerving. Pausing constantly in random corners of the house, he couldn't believe what he was about to do. But with time escaping him, he put one brown paw on the doorknob and counted to three.

The door swung open and was closed behind him at the same speed. Just as he walked from out behind the porch roof, every beam of light hit his coat of fur and reminded him just how morning it was. It was so similar, yet so unlike what he had previously experienced. With each step he took, he further reveled in the kiss of these gentle rays warming his nude body - especially his genitals. The cumulus clouds over light blue skies were like a child's wallpaper that clashed with the noisy, yellow hard-hatted construction workers off to a diagonal away from his house. But at least it brought out the lovely blue and white shades of the interconnected houses running parallel to the road. This was a new kind of atmospheric fascination; a warm paradise of summer.

But as he walked to the end of this short driveway, reality had caught up with him.

"Wait...oh my god!" screamed Nick, reflexively throwing his arms out to the side as he looked down to find himself still fully erect in the open air. Its strength was as impressive as its length, boasting nine inches long and three inches in circumference, but the last thing he wanted to do was flaunt it. Nick desperately tried to splay his paws over his "nightstick", but it was jutting out his pelvis like a javelin, arrogantly saluting itself to all that were around to see it. Worry and doubt started filling him to the brim. He tried lightly pushing it down himself...no good. He tried clawing at his side, but the pain wasn't enough. Then he tried closing his eyes and thinking of dark things, like the night howler epidemic, or his elderly neighbor in the shower, but that just got him anxious on his surroundings. Gritting his teeth and turning towards the direction of his home, he cursed quietly out loud and kept trying.

Well...I guess we're really doing this, he thought, pacing around, hunched over in the tiny emerald blades of grass, like an answer was hidden beneath the soil. All right...let's just not go to work yet. That's the hard part. Let's just start slow and get the mail instead.

Humbled and shy, he was still hard and obvious, but he turned to the blue mailbox across the front lawn. Its direction was in the same line of sight as the nearby construction grounds, filled with workers turned towards their loose materials and huge piles of dirt that looked like giant ant hills. He sucked in breath, having no time to guess if he had already been spotted. His paws were inefficiently hovering over the pudgy tip of his cock, as he clumsily hobbled through his lawn. The whole time, Nick hoped his lame attempt at decency at least disrupted their line of sight.

It's amazing how thirty-five or so steps feels like an eternity when you're naked in public. He eventually reached the connection between the driveway and the road where his mailbox was waiting for him. Nick felt as though his limbs had turned to quivering sticks. Nevermind how ridiculous he looked from the front; only a slight side view would reveal the raging erection he couldn't conceal. But with no choice, he used one paw to open the container from behind, preparing to crane his neck around to look inside. But as he creaked it open, he paused mid motion at the new, threatening sound of a large vehicle's engine.

The white, box shaped mail truck smoothly bustled right down his neighborhood road. To anyone else, it was an ordinary action, but to Nick, it was all four horsemen of the apocalypse in mechanical form. Nick bit on his claws. There was nowhere to hide!

Except...one place.

Without thinking for even a second, Nick panicked, walked around to the front, held the door wide open, stood on his toes and pelvic thrusted directly into his own mailbox.

I'm sure this only looks about thirty percent bad, he assumed in his head, though with a crooked, awkward smile. It was at least a little colder in there. Somehow, the difference in body temperature between his penis and the rest of his body made him giggle. Everything was amusing to him when he felt this much tension. All the while, he was praying for the mail truck to simply pass him by and deliver mail to someone else. Then he could be right on his way to work, and....

But the truck braked to a halt right behind his line of sight. The next sound he heard was a car door opening, some footsteps, and the closing again, all of which further intensifying the drum within him. He gulped before turning to his right to give a shy, waving hand to an unfortunately unamused basset hound. The navy blue and grey uniform he wore, which clothed every inch of his tan, furred skin from the neck down to his toes, only made Nick feel that much more uncomfortable. He held three envelopes and a small box in his hand with a stern gaze. Instead of an audible reaction, he simply eyed him up and down for a moment as Nick's heart began to beat faster.

"So, uh..." the mailman murmured in his low, southern accent, unphased by the fox's abashed smile. "You all right there?"

"Oh! Oh, you, Tony," Nick babbled, recognizing who this person was having seen him plenty of times in the past. "I'm just fine! You know us Zootopian folk, always on our crazy antics, huh?"

Tony blinked. "I just didn't expect to deliver mail to this place and find you fuckin' your mailbox."

Nick looked down and instantly became more flustered at the image he was providing. He felt as though his insides were butterflies.

"Oh! This little situation here. Um...well, actually, I was about to do some nude gardening outside, y'know, just to see how it feels..."

"Uh huh."

"And...and so I...came out here to stretch!"

"Mhmm."

Nick choked on his words after that. Tony rolled his eyes, hindering Nick's smile with just a step forward. "Look, Nick, if I wanted to see you naked, I would have visited you over the weekend."

"No, I'm serious!" Nick insisted much louder than he intended, embarrassed by Tony's sarcasm. "In fact, uh...one of my friends dropped off this sponge - this really great sponge, for plants - in the mail-"

"Slow down, slow down..."

"- and I-I just couldn't wait to try it myself! Look, look, it works so well, I don't even need to take it out of the package, I just..."

He cut off his overly erratic speech and began to grind his hips at the mailbox, holding its curved, metal roof in both hands while he pretended to use the "sponge" inside. He secretly hoped that the discomfort was enough to make him soft again.

"Oh, yeah...oh yeah, it's really scrubbing down there!" The metal clanging was unbearable. He gave a sly, playful smile to Tony as he continued to pelvic thrust into the hollow, metal box.

Tony was not amused.

"Right. So, you like to have sex with your mailbox," He practically rolled his eyes into the back of his head. "If you'd like to get a room, you can do it after I do my job."

"Uh, okay..." Nick slowed down, beginning to understand what this all looked like. "I'm, uh...almost finished!"

"Inside, Nick! Come inside!"

Nick yelped in surprise, finally backing away, fully exposing himself once more. The plan had worked, and he was soft again, but now he was more concerned about the voice. He peered inside to find that it had been a radio signal coming from the box. He quickly removed the walkie talkie, giving Tony another smile - "Sorry!" - and moved out of the way.

"What'd you have to say that for?" he quietly fumed into the microphone after holding down on the button.

It responded almost immediately: "This is Chief Bogo. It sounded like someone was attempting to disrupt the operation, and so I needed you to go inside the mailbox to get this as fast as possible. Are you all right?"

Nick sighed frustratingly and ignored his question. "All right...so, this is the part where you tell me this was all a joke, right?"

"No, Officer Wilde," the chief responded adequately, making Nick's stomach sink deeper into him. "Actually, this is the part where you show up on time to the police department."

"Wait, I'm not going straight to seventy-eighth street?"

"You must first pick up the cap, utility belt, and badge," Bogo ordered. "That is the only way anyone will know you're working for the Z.P.D.."

"What?!" Nick was dumbfounded. This utterly ruined his perfectly planned shortcut! "You mean I'm not protected yet?"

"You are, but for now, they don't know that."

"So then send a car over and-"

"No vehicles allowed," Bogo asserted. "Thirty minutes, Officer Wilde. I'm sure you'd rather keep your job at this point, hmm?"

Nick tried to testify, but the signal went silent. He pressed the talking button but heard no static to ensure there was a connection. Nothing he input into the microphone could reach through to the other side.

The device was dead.

As if his body was moving in a sea of molasses, his arms slowly melting to his sides, dropping the useless walkie talkie and rising his chin up to observe his surroundings. He showed teeth as he noticed his true environment. People were waking up. The day was moving on at the same pace. Keeping up with it was a hassle in it of itself but thinking about the challenge of simply walking to work made him already feel exposed beyond description.

But he couldn't just stand around and wait.

So, he strolled down the neighborhood as he kept his vigilance, chin up and snout like a compass. He just had to not care. He kept his arms swaying to the side to mimic the strength he felt last night. His footsteps were like soft hammers knocking the ground. It was hard enough to walk past people's driveways as they exited their houses to get the mail. Nick thought he heard someone ask him a question from across the lawn, but he didn't turn to respond. He had wasted enough time as it was, and he wouldn't get any of it back by explaining his situation.

Stay awake, Nick, he thought. Confidence is the trick.

He accentuated his hip movements every now and then just to feel his genitals swing in the open air. That familiar sensation of his cock against his thighs came again. That felt good. He reached down and lay a firm grip on his crotch just to feel its girth. That got a smirk out of him, as he lightly shook it in his fingers, quietly reveling at how the whole thing couldn't fit in it. It felt masculine, careless, and most importantly, independent. That's just what he needed. Though it wasn't quite what the locals were interested in.

The rural landscape cut off to an abrupt ending as Nick reached the park. The sounds of confused stay at home moms and occasional passing cars were replaced by the ordinary talk of the park visitors. The further Nick travelled, the more he saw of them: newly graduated high schoolers, hot dog and pretzel merchants, elderly people, joggers and couples holding hands by the central fountain. Everyone was out and enjoying the new day on the green, attentions away from the dirt path he walked, with not a single suspicion in the world of Nick's nudity.

It struck a nerve inside him. How could so many people be in one place on a Monday morning? He had been through this place plenty of times...had he just now noticed? It wasn't as packed as it would be in the afternoon, but just the task of getting through it naked was daunting on its own. Nick accepted that it wasn't long until someone saw him. With the calmest demeanor, his tail came forward in front of his pelvis and-

ZAP!

Nick cried out loudly, but he didn't fall to the ground this time. He whirled around to see his tail. He forgot about the shocker...again. But this time, his instincts really cost him his dignity.

About half of the visitors who stood in the large, grassy fields had immediately turned their attention to the naked fox, who was still recovering from the sudden electricity. He looked back at them with a half-open mouth, yet nothing could come out to alleviate his exposure.

"Oh shit," he muttered.

By the time he was able to cover himself up, it was already too late. The reactions ramped up and erupted across as far as the eye could see. Some gasped in surprise, while others - mainly the young adults - burst out laughing. All at his unfortunate nudity. It was like a shooting gallery, and he was the only target, as he was pelted with comment after comment about his naked shenanigans. Nick began to blush like crazy, having no choice but to begin his walk again, trying to avoid the screams and loud questions he was getting.

"Hey, who's that naked guy?!" demanded a gazelle in a track suit.

"This is going online!" shouted an eighteen year old looking dalmation from a group of like-aged gentlemen, all with camera phones alighted in his direction.

"Nice dick!" called a rather pasty tan and orange cat wearing a cute skirt and cozy t-shirt, who had been relaxing by the tree with a book. She looked way too innocent to be saying that out loud.

Nick could only look back towards the trail and keep walking, arms permanently folded in a V as his only showing of decency. He wanted to open his mouth to come back with a demand for respect, but at the end of the day, he was the one showing a little more fur than intended, not them. He instead tried to focus on how good the sun felt on his body, and the soothing breeze that rustled every leaf on the trees. But the thought still remained: nothing had ever felt so vulnerable.

The clock was counting down, and he could've used the motivation to walk faster. The moments that trees or decorative boulders shielded his nudity were like flashes of relief to him. But with the very touch of the atmosphere now taunting him for his lack of clothing, Nick was still flustered out of his mind. The outward displays of hilarity still surrounded him. He had to keep his eyes up to make sure he knew where he was going, so he saw every single reaction. There were always at least five or six onlookers on the same path as him, whom raised eyebrows and chuckled at his plight as they walked by, causing Nick to wonder if he's at least hiding his genitals sufficiently.

In the midst of his embarrassment, there was a jogger that began to slow her running to talk with him. She was a white dog wearing light grey gym shorts and a black shirt, boasting a huge, optimistic smile towards his quivering semblance.

"Whoa there!" she grinned, seemingly oblivious to Nick's predicament. He pretended she didn't exist, but she wasn't buying it. "Did you piss off a girl or something?"

"No, no, sweetie, I'm just going to work," he responded, trying to keep what little composure he had as his whole body heated up. "There's a new rule there! For me. I'm, uh...I'm not allowed to wear anything. At all."

"To work?" Her voice was obnoxiously loud, and her eyebrows raised comically as she began to walk with him. "What kind of job makes you get naked in public?!"

"My job!" Nick snapped but was quickly humbled by his situation. "Now, piss off!"

"Chill out, chill out!" the dog laughed, putting a hand to her forehead, shutting her eyes. He noticed that she had begun to blush, too. But yet, she appeared to be ogling him, as she didn't even try to hide the fact she was staring him up and down. "Wow...this is so embarrassing! I seriously can't imagine being you right now."

"All right, can it with the pity talk," Nick grumbled. "Besides, it won't bring me any clothes."

"Suit yourself," she shrugged, turning a shoulder to him to run off in the other direction. "At least you've got a nice lookin' dick!"

It seemed she was so embarrassed for him that she had forgotten to even say goodbye. Nevertheless, the fox simply rolled his eyes and picked up the pace once more, becoming ever more aware that he was clueless of the hour.

There was scarcely a moment in time where he wasn't ignoring someone's outward reaction. It was a barrage of unified confusion. A ghost could've show up in the center of the field, and it would still get less attention than his naked, curled up body. All around the park, there were people were pointing, yelling questions, and threatening to call the police. He knew they wouldn't come. He found a little humor in it.

"Pretty embarrassing," he smiled, laughing at himself a bit, "but I can handle it."

But as he reached the end of the quaint little park, head tilted forward and arms still tightly secured downward, he saw the beast that truly awaited him. The one inevitability that he knew would come, but never allowed himself to consider.

He eyebrows were elevated on his face as he trembled his way into the city streets. Green had turned to tan, brown and grey. The dirt roads had switched into concrete sidewalks, occasionally littered with cigar butts on the curb or a piece of trash fluttering across the ground. Car engines, music from inside the shops, and the beeps of walking signals filled the air with unintelligible noise. The suited up business workers in presentable attire made Nick feel twice as naked as he already did, if that even makes sense. The uncomfortable breeze and the metro exterior made him feel claustrophobic, which is something he had never felt before. It was all so new. He felt the oxygen fill his lungs and swiftly escape, knowing what was coming the further he went down.

"Well...," he murmured, hunched over, already overwhelmed by embarrassment, "h-here we go...."

Showing extra fur at the park at least had its recreational perks...but walking nude in the city in broad daylight was all kinds of wrong. He had only made his way down a block and a half, and he was already getting cars honking at him as they drove by. During the whole walk, Nick was constantly surrounded by confused individuals on the sidewalk just trying to go about their day. There were so many people. Many of them who walked by him either shouted and laughed as they shielded their eyes or stared him down in disgust. The thing that got him was how he had to walk towards them instead of away, slowly getting closer until they passed on the other side. He was remarkably flustered. One woman even pointed as his crotch and joked with her boyfriend at it, reminding Nick that he still couldn't cover up his full size. He could only show his crooked, embarrassed smile as a reply as he continued to the police department, calculating the best possible path through the fuzz in his concentration.

Naturally, the further he trudged into the metropolis, the denser the population got - and with that, the more unbearable his situation became. At least the park was only full of morning people; here, it truly didn't matter how early it was. Everybody was up and on their daily hustles. Animal groups of all kinds were hanging around the sidewalks, gift shops, diners and around the small stores opening for the day. Whoever wasn't on the streets was casually browsing through the buildings, which endlessly neighbored themselves down a daunting labyrinth of pure civilization. Nick felt like a puddle, as he knew they would inevitably see him naked in public. What he used to see as an average day in the city was now a growing, intimidating horde of eyes and mouths.

Everywhere he looked, there was someone yelling, glowering or laughing, spotting out the crazy, naked fox walking down the sidewalk, who kept his long, flaccid member and large balls partially tucked behind his palms, desperately trying to ignore them. From across the street or inside the stores, somebody was always pointing him out. Nick blushed so hard you could see the tint of redness through his fur, as there was nowhere to hide. The loud car horns were only accentuating the problem, as drivers yelled unintelligibly as they passed by. As more people began to surround him, Nick felt further exposed and shy of his nudity. He found himself sidling through small groups of people congesting the sidewalk, apologizing profusely for his presentation. The rubbing of nude fur against leather jacket, denim and cotton raised a flurry of uncomfortable gasps, turning neutral expressions into those of secondhand embarrassment, and sometimes, even anger.

Nick's eyes were almost never looking up as the public shaming never stopped, travelling down block after block of rising commotion. He wanted to hide, but he knew that would only waste more time. The careless wind tickled the head of his penis, making him pray that no one would notice it. But alas, he was a panorama of absurdity in an otherwise normally functioning city. The cat calls were firing from random directions, and had only gotten more vulgar:

"Lookin' good, slut!"

"Coverin' up ain't doin' much!"

"Street prostitutes are lookin' damn good these days!"

"What a fucking twink!"

Nick was reddening from head to toe. He gulped as he once again picked up the pace, almost running at this point. This was impossibly humiliating. Didn't they know he was a cop? Well...without his uniform, at least. In a way, it felt like a set up part of his punishment. Now more than ever, he had wished he never robbed that safe to begin with. His legs were having a harder time with the feeling of all eyes on them, much less than the actual movement, as he looked like a fool running across the sidewalk with no clothes whatsoever.

But though he wished to be clothed again, he knew it would get worse as he approached the crosswalk. It was a four-way intersection, and each light had just turned red. As if he hadn't gotten enough people to talk...now he had to walk beside them, too. But first, he couldn't even do that, as when he reached the edge of the crosswalk, the lights were green.

Nick spent a few moments standing there in a crowd of about eight or nine strangers, hiding his manhood and curling his tail. Most of them said nothing, trying to look away and pretend he wasn't there. But in his state, he felt like such an outlier.

"'Scuse me, sir....," a suited up white cat to his right jeered, sounding almost irritated. "Do you need help?"

Nick paused for way too long. "Uh...do you have the time?"

The cat shook his head, smirking a bit at the question, though he drew his attention to his watch anyway. "Uh, it's 8:45."

"Th-thank you," he replied as the walk signal alighted.

Unluckily enough, his path was at a diagonal through the intersection, which was not true for anyone else. As the fox walked further into the open space, he was beginning to feel the eyes staring up and down his fur. He felt as if all the walls had split apart to reveal him. By the time he walked towards the center, he was the only one still crossing, clearly displaying his sole, naked body to all that surrounded him. He looked down and shook his head as all the cars started honking, their drivers hooting from their seats like wild animals. The volume was staggering. So much so that Nick couldn't help but...

...cover his ears.

Needless to say, it didn't make it any better.

Oh fuck, thank god I'm almost there, Nick thought to himself as he reached the end of the crosswalk, shivering in humiliation with each step across the pavement as he left the intersection in a state of disarray. He covered up his junk again and tried not to think about it, though his feet now felt like two heavy dumbbells.

As he turned the next corner, the concrete sidewalk had trailed off into cobblestones with a sandy color palette, bringing him into the center of town. It was the most visited section of Zootopia, and for good reason. The whole area was an arena of fantastic architecture reaching high into the cyan skies, boasting roads wide enough to drive a tank down, leaving plenty of space for the largest numbers of visitors, unlike the more uniform and compacted streetways. On either side of these paths were the numerous smaller marketing areas, all notoriously popular with early risers. Its sheer popularity attracted live entertainment and charity venders, like street performers, fruit markets, soup kitchens and convenience stores, which only drew in more interest. To the modern consumer, this one part of town was a masterpiece. But in Nick's moment of vulnerability, it was nothing short of a disaster.

Looking out between the peaks of mountainous buildings jutting into the bright morning sky, he could finally see the entrance to the police department. It was a wonderful sighting; those brilliant, golden embroidered words "Zootopian Police Department" laying heroically underneath the newly risen sun, its glorious pillars disappearing in the diverse masses.

His fur prickled across his body as he came to a stop at the entrance, thoroughly startled by his final challenge. He quivered where he stood as his heart began to beat faster. The most bittersweet realization Nick could have fathomed was that the fastest way there was straight through the center...right through the most populated part of Zootopia. And good god, did it live up to its promise; it seemed to be five times the number of people who had already seen him, at least. It seemed nearly impossible to traverse without fainting. To Nick's right was a clock tower that stood taller than the other monolithic buildings surrounding it.

The clock read 8:50.

There was no time to bargain.

He could feel the pit in his chest change into a fire that would ache for the other side. Biting the inside of his mouth, he managed to conjure up a stern, yet faltering expression, locking his path of action in his non-existent eye. He drew in deep, long breaths, as he peered his last few blocks from afar like it was the void. No words this time; one step forward, and the rest followed quickly behind.

The only place he had room to walk was down the center of the streets. He only had about thirty percent of the road, as the rest of the space was full of people, but he figured it was enough to get the job done. As he reluctantly began, he felt a familiar, yet so curious rising sensation in his stomach, as his presence caused a stir between the small marketplaces almost instantly. Naked and obvious, he was a one-man parade bringing hilarity wherever he walked. The sheer numbers were literally dizzying Nick, as he faced the hordes of people with nothing but his hands for decency, internally screaming in embarrassment. The onlookers were dropping their goods as they were thrown far away from their daily life expectations, their mouths agape, pointing, some even at a loss for words. It was nothing short of pandemonium. The laughter was so chaotic and superfluous that it was almost contagious, mixing in neatly with the unanimous shock. Nick was completely at a loss for words, trying desperately to cover himself, but knowing it had no effect.

"Oh shit, that dude's naked!" calmly exclaimed the guitar player off to the side, a dapper frog who put down his instrument to get a good eyeful. Nick exhaled loudly when he made eye contact with him, unable to contain the embarrassment in his face. All of his spectators of his act turned to gawk at him, sputtering in hilarity as many of them turned their phones towards him. Horribly enough, most of them were girls. But as he passed them by and turned the other way, he found that this was only a fraction of the attention he was receiving. From all directions, the heads were turning like mad from consumers and store owners alike, beaming and perving at him infinitely like he had five arms and three heads, while all Nick could do was take it.

His tail was dragging across the cobblestones at this point, ears folded flat against his scalp, so humiliated that he could hardly believe this was even real life. They were giving him no mercy whatsoever. And still, prominently within him, there's that ball of...something. Originally, he thought it was exhaustion from the walking and the shame, but now it was beginning to feel fuzzy and warm; heavy, like a feather. He could feel it expanding. If Nick had a free hand, he would have touched his chest, but instead, he simply had to endure. There was far too much commotion to think straight.

Nick had turned the main marketplace into an endless hallway of unexpected voyeurism and childish mockery. Their eyes were either bugged out or shielded by their own hands, as nearly everybody in the vicinity was commenting at his ridiculous nudity. An internal alarm raged through his system with each step, defying every instinct to hide, as he was nearly encircled by morbidly curious bystanders at all times. Some were even asking him to remove his hands. But just when he thought it couldn't possibly get any more chaotic, he felt a rush of energy and frantic footsteps to his side. Before he could react, a golden retriever wearing a red shirt, grey cargo shorts and a backwards baseball cap wrapped a well-toned arm around Nick, grasping a hand onto his shoulder. Offended and caught once again off guard, Nick turned his head and found himself looking up into a camera reflection of the two of them in the phone of the young adult. His teeth chattered from under his lips as he watched him happily press the "Record" button on this touch screen.

"Yoooo, what's up, everybody?! I just ran into this dude in the center of town, and he's totally naked!" he yelled enthusiastically, causing Nick's jaw to drop. Some of the people around him began to cheer for a reason unbeknownst to him as they were now walking side by side. The camera was held high above their heads and aimed at a low enough angle to capture all his and Nick's body, from his shocked and overwhelmed expression to his enveloped hands over his crotch. His stomach dropped as he began to see his tip appear in the recording every now and then as it flipped up from beneath his inner thigh.

The extrovert was staring at him with about two inches between their faces, smiling enthusiastically at his dismay. "Well, let's talk to him!" Nick didn't know who "let's" was. "Bro, why are you out here? You lookin' to get laid? Am I right?"

"Uhhh, that's...not...I don't need that!" Nick uttered, jumping to shove him out of his hair by the chest with both paws. But that act of defense had come at a cost, as for a few seconds, Nick instantly realized that his genitals had become completely exposed. The eccentric mutt was laughing as he stumbled away, but he kept his camera pointed straight at the fox. Some of the bystanders had already begun to squeal, as they watched his penis and balls swing in full view. Nick was frantic, throwing his paws back down to cover himself up again....

But it was so much worse than that.

He found out all at once what this feeling inside him was. It was far too obvious to ignore. Somehow, against all odds, right before everybody's eyes, his cock was growing meatier and longer. He could feel the blood screaming throughout his body, and pumping the most to this one specific spot. He groaned in embarrassment. His penis was like a puppet that was slowly being pulled up, saluting the world in the most vulgar of fashions. He was flustered in confusion and frustration, sputtering and shaking as everyone that surrounded him gasped, screamed, and even cheered. All he could do was stand in place, becoming fully erect in front of the horde of people around him.

His audience erupted in a mixed bag of raw emotions and loudness. This was nothing short of an angry mob, but instead purely amused, clamoring like the last day on Earth at this one, single fox. He had been through so much unnecessary public embarrassment already, but now he was as exposed as it could possibly get, sporting an huge, throbbing erection. He tried to cover it up, but at a full nine inches long, he already knew it was no use. Mortified didn't even begin to describe how he felt, standing in place like he had nothing to do, purely appalled at his own lewdness, hopelessly naked and aroused in front of the ocean of astonishment.

The deafening barrage of taunts hit him like cannonballs:

"Holy shit, he got hard!"

"Is he about to masturbate?!"

"Does he like this?!"

"Want someone to get that off for you, slut?!"

"Oh my god, he actually got a boner/?!"

"HA HA HA! This is the funniest thing I've ever seen!"

"Show off that fucking dick!" an aproned manager of a fruit market yelled from behind the counter, showing just how out of luck he was. Nick was on fire under his orange and tan fur. No matter how he positioned his arms, he was still completely bare. It remained strong and stiff in the open summer heat, as if it were excited to penetrate the wind. He swallowed hard and frowned, finding no choice but to walk through the alley of cameras and laughter as their jester of unrelenting voyeurism. His cheeks were puffed out and his eyes were squinted as his slow inhales were met with sharp exhales through the realm of one sided amusement. He wished dearly to be invisible, so he wouldn't have to see another animal give him a jerk off motion above their own pelvises. Despite his obvious fit of embarrassment, they had not let up - and worse, still, the golden retriever from earlier followed closely behind him, phone arm outstretched to record his indecency.

"Yo, I can't believe this shit, man," he crooned, trailing closely behind to get a good view of his fuzzy ass and tail, which had gone frizzy from the embarrassment. He was like a celebrity in the worst way, bombastically bellowing his degrading commentary to his fans. "He's so hard! He doesn't give a fuck! This shit is gonna be everywhere, man, you're a legend!"

"I'm part of the Z.P.D., for fuck's sake!" Nick's voice cracked, whirling his head around, but it was clear that the masses were focused on something else. That feeling inside him was still raging like a tsunami as he saw the marketers gawk at his large erection. The naïve dude kept recording, running from side to side to get all angles, obnoxiously hollering catch phrases into the mosh pit of hilarity. He even ran beside him to record a quick view of his huge cock, which stuck out perhaps more obviously than Nick himself, before he could once again push away the camera. His limbs felt brittle with abashment as he continued to walk, desperately wishing that he could teleport away. There was nothing he could do, as it swayed with the momentum between his legs like a fleshy, unsteady flagpole, absurdly humiliated in front of the enclosed tide of laughter.

Finding it hard to exist in there any longer, he broke into a run, still fighting to cover his penis from the innumerable crowds. He wasn't about to turn all the way around to check the clock tower again. He just knew that the precinct was near, and he was nearly there. He had to get there now.

His run then broke into an indomitable sprint, leaning forward and exploding through the street like he was chasing a criminal. His arms now pumped with his stride, back and forth with his rampant legs as his cock waved like an agitated member of the phalanx. His dignity had vanished like dust in the wind. Literally hundreds of people had seen him naked, soon to be thousands with the viral videos, but as the large behemoth of the department became ever more prominent into his view, that quickly became the least of his worries.

He ran so fast that the reactions he got from the last few streets were as much of a blur as he appeared to be. Eventually the destination came into full view. This was it! His chance at a few moments of privacy! He only had a few more street sections to streak through before it was in full view.

His feet were newborn bricks of obsidian as they repeatedly smashed against the solid ground like a jackhammer, blitzing up the giant sandstone steps one at a time. He was breathing hard, clearing each step with ease, but with the haste of an impatient wildebeest. Nothing could stop him now. Once he made his way up, he had only flat ground between him and the doors to his salvation.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, panting hard and sprinting to his peak as his destination became closer, and his excitement grew ever stronger. "Oh, thank god, oh, thank god!"

He triumphantly burst open the doors, causing an unexpected boom of creaks to reverberate throughout the facility. It only took a quick look around to find out what was happening. He spotted a group of beefy, casually police suited officers - a lion, rhino, tiger, wolf and two bears - here for their early morning shift, killing time in the wide courtyard near the mouth of a hallway, talking amongst themselves as they leaned against the walls. Nick recognized them quickly, but the moment he tried to approach them, he heard the trample of running boots behind his back.

That's when his wrists were seized from his control, drawn together by strong, unknown hands and quickly bound with the metal kiss of a pair of handcuffs. Nick tried to testify, but a strong voice behind him spoke first:

"Sir, you have the right to remain silent," the sound of Jackson, the tiger officer sternly instructed him, skyrocketing Nick's nerves. "If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult with a-"

"No, stop!" Nick pleaded. "It's me, Nick Wilde!"

The conflict had attracted attention from the indoor crew, who were all stunned to see one of their one officers in an indecent state. They quickly balanced to their feet and surrounded the fox, prompting him to expect immediate interrogation. Instead, he heard a cry of sympathy:

"Oh god...Nick! What the hell's going on?" Wolfard asked in his high voice, palms out and showing utmost concern. "Did someone steal your clothes? Where did they go?"

"I'm...uh, in a bit of a different situation now!" Nick muttered, becoming aware that his cock and balls were on full display. Worst of all - he was still hard. His head turned away from the officers as he fought against believing he was like this in front of his own friends. "It's...it's a thing with the chief."

"What order could Chief ask that requires you to be butt naked?" McHorn snorted, stone faced, sounding a little less apathetic than usual.

"Shut it, McHorn!" Wolfard backhanded the rhino on the forearm, then waved his hand in slight pain as he got no reaction from him. "Just let him speak." He turned backed to Nick. "What'd the Chief have you do?"

He took a moment before he spoke, naked, humiliated, legs apart, erect, handcuffed, and in utter disbelief.

"Well, uh..."

Not like this....

"...well, it was more of what I-"

"That's enough."

His eyes shifted a crack as he fixated up to the source of the voice booming overhead. The first thing he saw was the navy blue, stagnant scowl of Chief Bogo. All the officers turned towards his direction, as well, waiting for his next move.

"Release him, Officer Jackson," Bogo growled. "He's doing the mandatory nudist protocol."

Jackson was visually dumbfounded, but he obeyed to the command. It was clear that he wanted to give his inquiry, but Bogo held a scowl so sharp it could cut through a diamond. The handcuffs jingled daintily as he removed and placed them back in his belt. Nick returned to hiding his genitals, but despite that his penis finally went soft, he didn't feel any less exposed. He was more shocked at Bogo's lie than anything else.

"All of you," Bogo slowly ordered in his lowest voice, pivoting his torso in an arc to stare them all down, "report to the briefing room. We will discuss the case studies in a moment."

None of them were willing to question him. All six of them gave their salutation and slinked down the hallway, leaving Nick and Bogo alone. There was a long period of awkward silence between them, as Nick traced his attention to anywhere else.

Then, Bogo said something he wasn't expecting. "Are you all right?"

Pause.

"Just..." Nick sighed, refusing to look forward. "Just enjoying the silence."

There was no tension between the two, but it was inevitable, seeing the state Nick was in in front of his own boss. Nobody else was in the building, as they were either on their way to their own shifts or readying themselves in the back room. So, Bogo let him have the quietness.

"You wouldn't believe how many phones were ringing," he finally spoke, sounding quieter than Nick was predicting. "Nonstop, all we got was the same story." - He paused again, as if he were reflecting on when he had gotten the calls - "I already knew what had happened."

Nick sighed but found it in him to snicker a bit under his breath. He matched eye contact with the chief at last, though it was half eyed and a little ashamed. "At least I made it on time, right?"

Bogo nodded. "On the dot."

"Great..." Nick looked back downwards. He tried to continue his calm laughter.

"Great," he repeated, softer than the last time. His laughter became a sigh.

"I've made a mistake," Bogo admitted shortly after Nick had said that. "If I was smart, I would have kept you in the cell for the night as I planned this out more. There was no way the public would react kindly to you."

"No kidding..."

"I was still mad last night, and I admit, I wasn't thinking."

"...Yeah."

"But I've come up with a new plan," Bogo promised, though it came out like a grunt. "I'll talk amongst the newsletter and the rest of the department for a better way of doing this."

"Okay," Nick nodded, not feeling up for conversation. He was hardly even paying attention.

"For now, you'll be assigned with parking duty," Bogo said. "The east lot. Most deserted on the block. I figured you'd need it. Someone else will cover your main shift."

"Thank you," Nick nodded again.

"Your belt and cap are in the locker room," Bogo concluded, turning away towards the classroom. "You're still on your punishment, obviously, but take as much time as you'd like before you deploy."

Nick nodded a third time, even though the bull was already turned the other direction. After a moment, he made it way down the hallway down in the back of the courtyard. Sighing to himself, he knew that he was in for a long one, and he was happy to take his time before officially leaving.

On his way down the hallway, he ran into one last confused bystander, who gasped in horror the moment she saw his face.

"Nick?!" Judy's eyes were wide, and her paws were clasped over her mouth. "Nick! Oh my god! Why are you-"

But he just nudged her aside.

"Not now, Carrots," he muttered, hardly even surprised at this point. "I can't."

"B-but Nick, I-"

"I'm going to take a shower."

He sulked down the rest of the hallway and shut the male locker room door behind him, not coming out for a long, long time.

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The parking lot was awkwardly placed, being surrounded by trees and relatively small in comparison to the other lots. Since it was the furthest from the city, it attracted the least users, so at the worst, Nick just looked like a weird, young nudist to a couple of stragglers. The only hard part to Nick was getting to the lot itself, but after that, it was all just serene. There was only ever a maximum of six cars there, which were usually vacated during the time he was there. He bothered nobody, but at least he didn't have to.

That left him to sit back and enjoy the peace and quiet. He really needed it after what happened. He spent most of the day talking through his walkie-talkies to his good friends Wolfard and Judy. who agreed to set aside time to let him explain what had happened. Just for that day, they prioritized making sure their mentally wounded fox was okay. The longer they talked, the safer he felt. Between the kind words of his fellow officers and the soothing flow of the wind, he felt refreshed and restored as a living thing. Nick clutched his bare chest and looked up, thanking his lucky stars he had such good friends. It was a reminder he needed dearly at this time. In short, the shift went by as smoothly as it could've. Bittersweet, and unintentionally emotional...but smooth.

One other thing he had to do was look over the three case studies he had been on for so long. As much as Nick just wanted to stay seated and quiet, he was still on shift, so he kept reminding himself of their importance. But nothing ever happens in half-abandoned parking lots, so for the time being, he wasn't too concerned. For his own sake, he couldn't afford to be.

Except for the last ten minutes. Nick had been attentive enough to notice that, while the lot had emptied and filled up rather quickly, one car had never moved. It was a strangely colored brown Sedan with a long, teal stripe running fully around the car like a loop of ribbon. It had been parked right next to one of the tall street lamps and left there. It looked old and run down, deteriorated by age like it had been sitting there for fifty years.

It was there when he had arrived, and he never saw anybody use it. His curiosity told him that he simply had to check it.

Something felt off about its existence, and Nick felt it. He leaned over to check the license plate of the car. He had to wipe the dirt and grime away from the characters, but he clearly saw what it read:

ELC-742.

Immediately upon reading this, he took out his walkie talkie and began to speak, nodding in satisfaction.

"Nick Wilde to Z.P.D., come in. Nick Wilde to Z.P.D.. I think I've got something."