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"Ha-HA, well, hello, step right up," exclaims Duke, standing on a cardboard box behind a folding card table topped with dozens of bootleg DVDs, toothpick sticking out of the side of his mouth. "Anything you need, I got. All your favorite movies! I got movies that haven't even been released yet!" The armadillo wearing pink-rimmed glasses shakes her head at the pitch and starts to walk away. "Hey, 15% off," Duke offers as she rolls her eyes. "20! Make me an offer! COME ON!" The weasel is startled by the sound of Nick Wilde's unamused voice coming from behind him, causing him to swing around quickly. "Well, well, look who it is; the Duke of Bootleg." Nick smirks and gives a sarcastic half-bow as Duke moves the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue, before taking it out of his mouth and holding it in his right hand.

"What's it to you, Wilde? Shouldn't you be meltin' down a POPSICLE or somethin'?" Duke scowls before grinning as he notices Officer Judy Hopps standing next to Nick, recognizing her from their chase several days prior. "Hey! If it isn't Flopsy the Copsy!" Judy stares Duke down through half-lidded eyes. "We both know those weren't moldy onions I caught you stealing. What were you gonna do with those Night Howlers, Weselton?" Offended, Duke stands bolt upright and puts the toothpick back into his mouth. "It's Weaselton! DUKE Weaselton! And I ain't talkin', rabbit, and ain't nothin' you can do to make me," he retorts, taking the toothpick back out and flicking it at Judy, hitting her directly between the eyes. Nick and Judy look at each other, clearly unamused.

Before Duke can react, Nick snatches up the weasel and throws him over his shoulder, having no trouble with the small mammal barely half his size. "The hell you think you're doin', Wilde?" Nick gives no response as he carries Duke to a dark, secluded side alley, with Judy following close behind. Tossing Duke to the ground, Nick turns to Judy and merely tells her, "Keep watch while I take care of our little friend here." With barely a nod, Judy stands guard at the end of the alley, keeping an eye out for any other mammals that might walk by and see what's about to happen. Thankfully, they are in a fairly secluded section of town with minimal foot traffic. "What's the big idea, fox?" Duke asks with a bit of a snarl, backing up as Nick approaches him. "You're going to tell my partner and I what we want to know, or I'm just going to have to... milk it out of you." Those words combined with the flash of Nick's teeth as he grins makes the hairs on the back of Duke's neck stand on end.

"Go ahead and try, fox. I done told you, I ain't talkin'." Nick's grin turns to a frown. "I guess we'll have to do this... the hard way," he says flatly, kneeling down in front of Duke. He reaches out his right hand and strokes the side of Duke's face gently. "Just know that once I start, I won't stop until I get what I want from you." This touch sends a shiver up the weasel's spine. "Do your worst. My lips are sealed," Duke shot back, despite a sense of dread washing over him. He has no idea what to expect as Nick stands up and grabs him back the collar of his A-shirt, then drags him behind a large dumpster to further hide them from any prying eyes on the street. Without warning, Nick undoes Duke's small shorts and snatches them off. Both of them are momentarily stunned as they both look down at the frilly pink panties that barely covered the weasel's private areas. "Well, well, look at that. And here I thought you were straight." "They're my girlfriend's, Wilde. She likes it when I wear 'em for her." Despite his words, Duke feels his face flush as the skin beneath his fur turns red.

Nick simply smirks and undoes his own pants, letting them drop to the ground. "You always go commando, or what?" Duke asks. Nick says nothing as he steps out of his pants. He moves closer to Duke and lifts his right leg, putting his foot right in the weasel's face and wiggling his toes. Duke gulps, confused as to what Nick is doing. Nick's foot then presses against Duke's muzzle, his big toe dragging over Duke's lips as it slides down over his neck and chest. Duke licks his lips instinctively as the foot continues lower, moving slower as it goes. "You can't lie to me, Duke. I know what you're into." Nick's foot finally comes to rest on Duke's panty-covered groin, eliciting a slight gasp from the weasel. The hidden flesh twitches as blood rushes into it. As Nick twists his foot back and forth, he feels Duke's dick gradually stiffen as it becomes engorged, pulling the material covering it tight. "Someone as small as you, you enjoy being underfoot, don't you?" "To hell wit' you, Nick!" "You know, I think we need to do something about that mouth of yours, since it's not giving me the information I want."

Nick steps back, removing his foot from Duke's crotch, then kneels down. Grabbing onto the waistband, he swiftly pulls Duke's panties off, then ties them around the weasel's muzzle before he can react. Now fully exposed from the waist down, Duke just sits there, stunned. "Alright, I think it's time we get serious." Just as quickly as before, Nick yanks Duke's A-shirt up and off of him, using it to tie his hands behind his back so he can't resist or pull the panties off of his muzzle. He then forces Duke to lie back on the ground. "Comfy? Good." Duke's eyes go wide as Nick grabs his ankles and lifts his legs up high, scared of where he knows this is going now. "You may not have a loose tongue, Duke, but I sure do." With that, Nick buries his face between Duke's skinny ass cheeks and immediately starts to lap at his asshole. He works his tongue up and down and in circles around the tight ring of flesh, occasionally prodding at the hole. Duke squirms as much as he's able to, muffled grunts escaping through his nose. Without warning, Nick's tongue plunges completely into Duke's backside. The fox moans into Duke's rump as that tight passage flexes and clenches down on his invading organ, the weasel's toes curling as his dick twitches.

Very slowly, Nick pulls his head back, letting his tongue drag its way out of Duke's anus. The hole clenches down twice once the length of muscle is removed. Duke pants heavily through his nostrils as he looks up at Nick. 'Shit,' he thinks to himself. 'Guess I'm about to lose my virginity to a fox in some dirty alleyway.' To Duke's surprise, Nick sets the weasel's lower half back onto the ground, then stands up. Just as he thought Nick might be about to let him go, the fox straddles the weasel's thin frame and sits down on his lower abdomen, his dick's tip prodding just shy of the fox's tailbase. "Okay, Duke, here's what's gonna happen: I'm gonna sit on this little prick of yours, and I'm gonna ride it until you're right on the edge of exploding. Once you just can't take it anymore, I'm gonna keep you right there until you tell me everything you know. Oh, and I know you're gonna enjoy it, because I know you're not entirely straight like you pretend to be. I've seen you in your apartment at night. Maybe you should close the curtains when you play with your toys. Heh, who knew a weasel would enjoy something as big as a polar bear?"

Duke blushes even harder than before, his breathing becoming ragged as Nick pushes back until the tip of Duke's dick presses against his anus. Nick relaxes himself as he feels that spongy glans compress, and then pop inside him. Duke may not be huge, his dick only measuring about 3.5 to 4 inches long and pretty average for a weasel, but Nick still winces a bit at the lubeless penetration of his back passage. The fox then slides himself all the way down Duke's shaft. He wiggles his ass on Duke's lap once he's hilted himself completely, his tail tickling Duke's balls. Duke, meanwhile, pants and groans as best he can, his muzzle still tied shut. Nick begins to pull himself back up the shaft, achingly slowly, making the weasel beneath him squirm and kick. Once he reaches Duke's tip, he sits down again, just as slowly. Nick's pace is agonizing to Duke. It's clear that Nick doesn't want this to end quickly. 'Maybe if I can just cum fast, he'll let me go,' Duke thinks to himself. He tries thrusting up into Nick, but Nick just sits down completely, preventing Duke from doing so. "Now Duke, that just won't do. I already told you, you're gonna have to talk to me before I let you cum."

The next several minutes go by with Nick slowly riding Duke's cock, and all the while, Duke is doing his best not to show how much he is actually enjoying it. As he looks up at Nick, he sees that the fox is looking at him the entire time with a straight face. No smirk, no grin, no sign of any pleasure at all. It's then that Duke notices that Nick's dick is flaccid and laying across his balls, only twitching slightly each time the fox hilts Duke's dick inside him completely. 'Are you kiddin' me? He's not even enjoyin' this?' Despite his best efforts, Duke's cock now leaks precum into Nick's backside. The added lubrication allows Nick to speed up his motions, while also intensifying the pleasure Duke feels. Duke screws his eyes shut as Nick rides him, trying to concentrate on anything else. He knows that if he reaches the point of no return, Nick will take full advantage of it. Finally, after an extended period of silence, Nick speaks up again. "I know you're enjoying this, Weaselton. I can hear how ragged your breathing is. I can see it in your eyes. I can also feel how much pre you've shot inside me. This was uncomfortable at first, but now it's like I used a whole bottle of lube. Each time your dick twitches, it tells me you're getting close."

Nick reaches down and caresses Duke's face with one hand. This sends a chill through Duke's body as his fur stands on end. His eyes plead with Nick to put an end to the torture. Nick picks up on this, and he carefully unties the panties. "Are you ready to talk now?" Nick doesn't stop riding the weasel's dick even as he does this. His muzzle now no longer tied shut, Duke lets out a grunt and a soft moan. "Alright, Wilde, you win," he gasps out. "I stole them Night Howlers so I could sell 'em! They offered me what I couldn't refuse... Money!" "Who'd you sell 'em to, Duke?" Nick begins to ride Duke's cock much faster, slamming his ass down on the weasel's crotch with each downward thrust. "A ram, hnng, named Doug. We got a drop spot underground. Just, haaaah, watch it. Doug is the opposite of friendly... He's, oh god, unfriendly." "That's all I needed to know!" Nick suddenly stands up, Duke's cock popping free of his anus, squirting precum over Duke's stomach. "Huh? Wait, what," Duke asks, a bit dazed. "You can't just stop like that! You gotta finish me off like you said!"

Smirking as he puts his pants back on, Nick just looks down at Duke, who seems extremely frail. "I never said I'd let you finish. I only said I'd keep you at the edge until I got the information out of you, and that's exactly what I did. It's called a hustle." Duke's jaw drops. 'Is this fox serious?' As Nick turns to walk away, Duke pleads with him. "Come on, fox, I'm puttin' my neck on the line helpin' you and rabbit-ears out! The least you could do is finish what you started!" "Sorry, Weaselton, but I've got a case to solve. Tell you what, you stop by my place after this is all over, and maybe we can work something out. Oh, and make sure you wear those panties, too. They look good on you." Duke just lies there, stunned, his cheeks flushed and his cock still dripping as Nick walks away. When he reaches the end of the alley, he and Judy start walking together. "You catch all that, Carrots?" "Every word of it. You plan on inviting me over for your little playtime, too?" "Absolutely. I can give you my carrot while he watches." She gives him a sideways smirk as they head toward a long-abandoned subway tunnel.