Work Text:
If you asked Nick, celebrating the new year in the middle of February was an insane idea. He knew, or at least suspected, that January first was equally arbitrary as far as the old spinning rock they called home was concerned. That it existed as a holiday for purely sociopolitical reasons he never bothered to understand or care about. But at least it had the decency to be the first day of the month.
They were gathered once again in front of the de’Snake home on February 21st. The whole town was made up for the occasion. A far cry from their first walk down Main Street when everything was frozen over and deserted. The whole district was crowded and bustling and bright. Reptiles really loved their bold colors. Every window seemed to have another flag adorned with patterns or a chain of bright lanterns hanging from it. It was Reptile Ravine’s first new year celebration in a hundred years. There was a giant 100 at the front of the street made out of tree branches to mark the occasion.
“Traditionally, it’s the time of year when brumation ends and life returns to normal,” Gary explained. “The flowers bud and bloom, the sun comes out, our skin hardens and cracks to make room—“
“Hey, what’s that cool thing over there,” Nick interjected lamely. Judy snickered at him while he marched himself over to the row of vendors that currently lined the street. He’d come a long way with his “phobia”, as Carrots put it, but he did not need a poetic rendition of typical reptile biology at the moment.
All the food was huge.
Bug-Burga was there with a food truck making burgers stacked larger than his own head. A Komodo dragon opened his maw with a great stretch and just swallowed the thing. A pair of snakes slithered past, some pink fizzy drink with an oversized bendy straw curled tenderly in their tails. A mother lizard pushing a stroller that seated four stopped at a cotton-flies cart and handed each of them a tacky floss covered stick dotted with dark bugs.
He caught a whiff of something smoky and delicious and followed it down the road. A tortoise was selling bowls of fruit salad in one booth, and next to them a skink with a bright blue tail was flame grilling something skewered through in pieces like a kabob.
“Are you a meat eater?” The little lizard used both arms and the bright blue tail to turn three sticks at once. Their voice sounded like a child’s. The size of the sticks in comparison to their tiny digits only reinforced the assumption.
“I got vegetarian and carnivorian,” the skink pointed out the different kabobs. One half was roasted vegetables, carrots and onion and some others Nick couldn’t identify. The others had domed shaped beetles and crickets in between cubes of tofu. It smelled amazing.
A larger skink with a reddish head emerged from the back of the booth. He set down the heavy sack he’d been carrying and placed a hand on the younger reptile. “Don’t presume an animal's diet, kiddo,” he chided affectionately. He turned to Nick, “Apologies, my son hasn’t met many mammals.”
“Uhhh, that’s okay. Just between us I wish I hadn’t met quite so many.”
After a brief conversation, Nick bought some of each, the veggie and the meat separated in little cones of wax paper so he wouldn’t get them mixed up. He also stopped by the turtle for the fruit bowl before turning back to meet up with Judy and Gary.
As usual, they found him first.
Judy nearly crashed into his arm, bouncing in excitement about some music performance in the center of town. She was wearing a bright yellow short-sleeved shirt that left her arms mostly bare.
“Cool the motor, Carrots, one second.” He plucked a chunk of grilled carrot off the end of one kabob and practically stuck it under her nose. Her mouth opened and he dropped the vegetable in for her to chew.
She literally stopped in her tracks. “That’s really good,” she mumbled around the mouthful.
“It’s your namesake,” Nick smirked, licking sauce off his finger. It smelled smoky and spicy with just a hint of citrus at the end. He handed her the rest of the kabob.
They got settled on a bench, or rather a twisted up branching object that served as a bench. He and Gary split the protein kabobs while Judy took care of the vegetable ones.
The center of Reptile Ravine was a big circle marked by a short, scalloped wall, clocktower standing in the middle. Gary informed them most holidays they had bonfires in the days before the tower was built. Currently, the center was occupied by a large, eclectic band. Blaring horns and a frilled lizard beating a collection of drums with quite the enthusiasm.
“Check out this maniac,” he nudged at Judy’s arm.
“Him? Check out the dancers—“
Nick thought he’d seen some freaky dances but this was up there.
The snakes were all holding tails, some swung their partners back and forth in little figure 8s, some coiled and coiled around each other til they looked like one big braided snake… or one of those twisted donuts Clawhauser always left at the bottom of the variety box. He was pretty sure there were three or four snakes dancing together in a kind of ball.
“We can’t dance like that in Bunny Burrow.” Judy said. Her foot was tapping along with the drummer.
“It is an annual dance,” Gary said. “We do it every year. It’s not just for snakes. Anyone can join.”
There was indeed a Komodo dragon holding tails with a much smaller iguana.
“No, I meant… there’s a… a physical limitation. For rabbits.” Judy stammered.
Nick snorted. He wasn’t the type of mammal to get baited into a challenge like that. Not sir, not him. However…
He flicked his tail, swept it behind Judy. The very end of it hooked over her blunt, cottony fluff of a tail. It caught, draping towards the ground. Or maybe, technically, it was her tail that actually hooked his, it was slightly more hooked shaped.
Judy turned at him with a very interesting look on her face. “Nicholas Wilde, are you attempting to grab my tail?”
His paw went straight to his chest, in mocking offense, “Madam, I am simply participating in the local custom.”
“Oh you are…” Judy tugged on his tail, riding to stand and pulling him towards the dance ring. He guessed he deserved that. He unceremoniously dropped the rest of the food on the bench next to Gary, his feet nearly tripping to keep up with his bunny partner making off with his tail.
Gary’s cries of “It is also acceptable to hold paws…” fell on deaf ears.
They approached the circle gate and were met by a bespectacled king cobra with very sparkly rhinestones dotted all over the frames. “Names and address…” she said, bored.
“Why do you…”
Judy took the offered pen out of the snake’s tail and scribbled down the information onto a piece of cardstock. She grabbed at Nick. “C’mon, dance with me…”
“Okay, okay. Easy on the tail, Carrots.”
As if he was going to do anything else. As if he’d miss out on a single second of her huge bucktoothed grin that crinkled up her eyes. Or the way she bounced clean off the ground just getting down to the crowd of dancers.
It was hard to get his tail to stay in the right place, so after about five minutes they gave up on the concept and just danced like normal. Judy hopped up and down with her fists in the air and Nick moved as little as possible. What he called “vibing”.
She took his paw and he swung her around, spinning under his arm. Her eyes lit up with surprise and delight. His heart raced.
Two snakes slithered out, stretching a large banner on long poles up overhead between them. They were met with resounding cheers and whistles from the crowd. A tiny gecko took the microphone at center stage and began listing off names in a low and surprisingly booming voice. So that’s why they needed to write down their names.
The colorful banner stopped at the edge of the circle and pair after pair exited out of the dance floor under it. Judy already had his wrist and started to pull him along towards the banner. Nick’s tail insisted on doing things properly and attempted the hooking motion again before he finally gave up and just dropped the thing manually on the small shelf made by Judy’s tail.
She snickered. “We gotta work on that before this comes around again next year.”
When they ran out of the archway Gary was there on the other side, yellow eyes watery from holding back tears. “My friends, that was beautiful,” he sniffled. “Come, let me buy the drinks.” Long blue coils swept around the fox and bunny, looping them together and practically carrying them off the ground to the refreshment bar.
Nick certainly wasn’t going to complain about trying one of those bubbly pink things.
“You really ought to check your mail,” Judy grabbed the stack with both paws and tugged. The red box groaned, threatening to come out of the wall along with everything else. Judy braced her foot against the wall and gave another tug.
“I’m sure it’s entirely junk,” Nick said, flippant. He swung open his door and busied himself turning on the lights. He’d added a few since the last time he’d had her over. She’d suggested he swap the bulbs for “less sad” ones, but it was still his den and he preferred it dim sometimes.
It took one week, seven trash bags, and three different cleaning sprays for Nick to finally bring himself to invite Judy over. The first time. They were supposed to watch a movie. But Judy, being Judy, had managed to stumble on where he’d stashed his old video games. He’d beat her at Marabou Kart seven times, elbow to elbow on his cramped couch. She pouted, adorably, stringing endless excuses on how she never played video games as a kit and demanding rematch after rematch.
The second time was basically a tournament of failure, trying to find a game Judy wasn’t miserable at. He loved every second of it.
Judy hugged him so tightly at the end of the night he was privately convinced she’d had a good time, too.
It was a surprising lift to his mood, not having to jump or navigate around all the clutter on the floor anymore. Not that he was exactly tidy. There was still plenty in his apartment that suffered neglect. The mail was one.
Judy dumped the stack of envelopes unceremoniously on his table, affectionately called the kitchen table. If the slight gap between the couch and the stove counted as a kitchen. Nick opted to put their bag of take out on his wobbly coffee table in front of the tv.
“Don’t bother with that stuff. I’ll sort ‘em out later, I swear,” Nick reached over the couch and tried to grab her paw, already getting dangerously close to methodically stacking one bill on top of the other. He missed and vaulted over the back of the couch to try again. She swat him away with a very large envelope. Then she took a second look at it.
“You got something from the Reptile Ravine Municipal Records Office?”
“Why would I get something from the municipal-“ he snatched it out of her paws before Judy would be tempted to open it herself. The envelope had OFFICIAL DOCUMENT DO NOT BEND stamped across the top. A blue seal was stamped in the corner. An image of a blue serpent in a perfect circle, tail to nose, enclosing tiny silhouettes of various other reptiles like they were all running a hamster wheel made out of a snake. Nick tore off the top, dumping out its contents onto his already cluttered kitchen table.
It was one sheet of crisp paper tucked in with a piece of stiff cardboard to keep it from creasing in transit. On the top, flanked by two more Reptile Ravine seals, were the words: Marriage License.
Nick swiped it up in his paws, eyes darting over the form.
Document verifies Nick Wilde lawfully married to Judy Hopps February 21st…
Judy bounced up onto one of his chairs to lean her whole weight on his shoulder and read the form cheek to cheek along with him. After a second her eyes bulged and she snatched it right out of his paws.
“February 21st that’s the—“
“Reptile new year.” Nick finished.
“So that dance was a—“
“Wedding ceremony?”
Judy looked him in the eye.
For a long time, neither of them managed to say anything. What was there to possibly say? He knew reptiles had some different quirks to how they approached things. Not all their laws were the same. Tampering with a public heat lamp, for example, could get you into the clink for several months. Their precinct had a lost and found for tails, for godssake. Apparently getting married en masse for an annual holiday just wasn’t a big deal for reptiles. Foxes would never. Foxes were meant to be one and done. Set for life. You got married once and that was it and it was a huge deal.
Nick backed against his couch, it was really a loveseat, but who’s counting. He wanted the furniture to sprout teeth and swallow him whole. It would be less confusing than this. Trying to sort through Judy’s normally so easy to read face for any hint of a reaction. She just looked stunned. Blank. His mouth hung open, waiting for words that were dead on arrival.
Then Judy started to laugh.
She covered the giggle with her paw but that did nothing to quench it.
“Oh, this amuses you, does it?” Nick folded his arms.
The laugh only got bigger. Judy sat down on the nearest thing, which happened to be the top of the kitchen table. Her feet dangled into the scorned chair. “I thought…” she wiped at her eyes, “I thought they meant dance partners…”
“What?”
“The card said partner 1 and partner 2, I thought… I didn’t realize I was signing us up to be married.”
“You didn’t even read the form, did you? Just blew right past the fine print, rush, rush, rush. You bunnies…”
Judy continued laughing, voice pitched up high. “I mean… I wasn’t going to do it in the first place if it weren’t for your tail.”
“My tail?”
“Your tail.”
“Don’t bring my tail into this. My tail had perfectly innocent intentions. I was just trying to have a good time.”
Judy laughed even louder.
It did feel good to hear her laugh like that.
Judy finally sighed, calming down, “That explains why Gary was tearing up so much, I was worried he was developing allergies or something.”
“He would cry at weddings.”
“Oh, my parents are going to flip!” Judy tugged her ears down towards her shoulders. “I got married and they weren’t there. Dad’s a big wedding crier. He’s gonna bawl.”
“That’s the problem they’re gonna have?”
“My Aunt Hester can eat it, though, she bet their farm I was never gonna get married.”
“Well we sure showed her.” Nick said as dryly as possible. It wasn’t that Judy’s enormous and overly cordial family made him nervous or anything, certainly not. But the idea of showing up to the next family reunion going: Hey, remember me? Red fox partner that brought the jumbo pop to the last party? Funny story. Just eloped with your daughter by accident. Been utterly smitten with her all year, can’t live without her, might as well right? I mean she already called me her fluffle anyway, what’s left but to get spontaneously hitched? Guess you got a fox in the family now. Can I call you dad?
No. That would not work.
“How… real is this? I mean, we’re not actually… we can’t be married—“
“It looks official,” Judy shrugged and flipped the license to scan the back.
“I mean that’s a piece of paper, we’re not— We don’t live together, we don’t— I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
Her eyes found his, veiled through thick lashes. For a second he panicked that he’d said something very wrong. Then she set the marriage license down on the pile of unopened bills and junk ads and last night’s take out box.
“That’s easily fixed,” she cocked her head toward him, come-hither eyes and a challenging smile. “Do it.”
“Do it?”
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Like it was a dare. Like she was calling his bluff.
Oh, he’d show her.
He took his time, sliding the empty chair away from her feet to stand in its place in front of her. Judy didn’t take her eyes off him, didn’t get distracted by the scrape of table legs against the concrete floor. Nick pressed both paws on the table, on either side of her. She was barely shorter than him, sitting perched up on the table like that. Just right there. He gave her a second’s pause to call it off. Change her mind. Instead she tilted towards him, violet eyes slipping closed.
It was meant to be a sarcastic kiss, if that was ever a thing. A joke. He could’ve just pecked her on the mouth and they’d have a good laugh about how silly the whole thing was.
It wasn’t quick, though. It kept going.
And going.
She was kissing him back, that was the problem. How was he supposed to stop kissing her when she was kissing him back? When her lips were soft and hungry and didn’t let up. When she smelled so good and sighed a little contented noise in her throat and her small paws brushed through the fur at his neck. Why would he ever stop?
She found the collar of his shirt, and then his tie, tugged him closer. His nose wrinkled from the force of being pressed so close to her muzzle. Just a hint of teeth at his lower lip. His paws left the table and roamed in an arc over her hips to her waist. She was wearing this soft floral shirt that wrinkled and lifted just barely out of the way. Short, little tufts of fur met the pads of his fingers. Judy stroked under his chin. Her knees pressed into him on either side. The soft fluff of her tail brushed at his paw.
Judy giggled into his mouth. Her paw found his wrist and then deliberately, unmistakably set his paw directly on her tail.
The kiss broke. His fingers sunk into the soft, downy fur. Nick took a breath.
“Is that how we’re playing this?” He asked.
“I mean—“ her voice wavered a little. She took a ragged breath. “It is our wedding night.”
“Technically that was two weeks ago.”
“All the more time wasted.” Judy guided him back into the kiss. Nick shamelessly played with her tail. She not only let him do this, she liked him doing this. Wasn’t that something. How long had this been burning under the surface? How much time had they actually wasted already?
“Next time,” he broke away just long enough to get the words out. Inertia demanded he kiss her again briefly, so hard to stop once it started. “Next time, I’m going to marry you on purpose.”
“Are you now?” Her paw slid along his jaw, her lips pressed into another kiss.
“Mmmmhmmm,” he hummed against her mouth.
After a minute, Judy took her turn to break the kiss for a second. “We’re going to dress up,” she ran her paws down his shoulders. “Next time.”
The fur along her ears was so soft. He traced the edge of one with a finger. The little dark patch at the tip always drew his eye. Did anyone else in her family have that dark patch?
“And we’ll have everybody there,” he said. “Your dad can have a big ol’ crying fest with my mom. And we can point and laugh at Aunt Hester for being such a moron.”
Judy snickered. “Well, you should know,” she said, voice low and honestly kind of sexy, “I am keeping my last name.”
“Makes sense, we wouldn’t be Hopps and Wilde otherwise.”
Her smile turned a little wistful. She looked down, fiddled with the edge of his floral tie. “We could call their office in the morning. Tell them it was a misunderstanding.”
“What’s the misunderstanding?” He said. She was giving him a way out, probably. “The misunderstanding is we have no clue about snake culture.” He nudged his nose under her chin, just enough to get her eyes back.
“I’m yours. I’m always going to be yours.”
Her eyes glistened. “I’m yours, too.”
God, he was such an idiot.
“Are you sure you’re not just too lazy to call the records office?” She smirked.
“Ehhh,” he shrugged. “I am lazy about a lot of things. Like mail. And cooking. And general life skills. But I like to think I put in effort where it counts.”
“Hmmm, cause you know I won’t be your wife out of laziness…” she slid her paw up to the knot that held his tie together. It was already loose enough to get her fingers around it.
“No, never,” he agreed, not exactly sure where she was going with this.
“What do I have to do to get you to take your shirt off?” She pulled on the tie, sliding the knot down. Something in Nick stirred. It was the one she’d bought him, of course she was going to be the one to undo it.
”You’re talking like—“ Nick sucked in a breath. She couldn’t possibly be suggesting—
“I want to mate… with you.” She tacked the last part on like it needed more clarification.
Nick had no idea how long it took his brain to reboot, but when he came to she was still there, sitting on the table. Waiting. His tie dangling in her paw.
“Okay, if you are joking, you have to tell me now—“
”I am not joking!” Judy dropped his tie instantly, utterly indignant, fists at her hips. “I would never joke about that. I love you, you jerk.”
He crashed into her mouth, all too hasty, like he was starving. Like he’d completely forgotten how a kiss was supposed to work and was having to relearn it. She braced her arms on the table, a surprised little noise rising from her nose. After a second her head tilted slightly. The kiss settled back into a more familiar place.
He was that jerk. That jerk that Judy Hopps loved. She loved him.
Okay, calm down. Calm down.
He scooped her up, paws under her tail and lifted her into the air.
“Nick–” Judy yelped. Her legs wrapped around his chest, paws gripping his shoulders for balance. The tie slipped off completely and landed in a little pile on the floor.
“You want me, you got me, sweetheart,” Nick smirked. “Bed or couch? What do you want?”
Judy shook, giggling, looking down at him for once, “I wasn’t totally sure you had a bed, to be honest.”
“Don’t have a bed– of course I have a bed.” He walked backwards, years of maneuvering around random piles of laundry and clutter coming in handy as he navigated to the bedroom door on muscle memory. He kicked it open, the space was so small the door swung barely scraping the bed itself. Nick turned and let Judy drop, landing on the mattress with a huge fthwump sound. Her whole body bounced, ears flung backward. She raised her head, eyes huge and excited and her mouth a wide open smile. She liked that. She liked that a lot.
”Get over here,” she said.
Nick was on her in a millisecond. Feverishly pressing his lips to her face, her neck, her mouth. Judy tore at his shirt, apparently her patience had run out on the thing. She grunted and pulled at the buttons one by one. In a second Nick was shrugging his shoulders out of it and tossing it aside. Judy wasn’t done. She crossed her arms over her torso, grabbing the hem of her shirt with both paws. It came off in one simple motion, forcing Nick back just for a moment so it could make its way over her head. The white patch of fur continued down her neck and over her chest. He wanted to trace every inch of it.
Judy rose up on her knees, raked her paws through his fur. Nick could feel the tiny prick of nails all along his back. He buried his snout at her shoulder. She smelled so sweet, like lilacs, something else. Something distinctly, perfectly Judy.
He licked a long trail along her shoulder, up her neck, not stopping until his tongue rolled off by her ears. Judy leaned back just a little, suspended in blissful desire for just a second. So beautiful.
”Do that again, please,” she asked.
Nick chuckled, can’t deny her that. He gave her another indulgent lick, enjoying her smell, enjoying the nice moan that escaped her.
”You can say that again.”
“Oh hush,” Judy said. “I will not be teased over how you turn me on.”
”I’m not teasing,” Nick scoffed. “I fully intend to finish this.”
”Aw,” She sighed. “You say the nicest things sometimes.”
Her mouth was busy, short little kisses dotting along his collarbone. She got to the fleshy part of his shoulder and a sharp, blunt nip of pain shot out there.
Nick jumped. “Did you just bite me?” He rubbed at the spot. It burned.
Judy’s eyes were wide and stunned.
“Sorry. Was that too much?”
“Okay, I can already tell where this is going,” Nick said. Of course Judy would like it rough. “Just try to remember that I’m breakable, yeah?”
“Sorry,” Judy repeated. Her paws came up to either side of his face, very gentle, very slow. “I love you, you know that.”
She could still undo him with just a few words.
“Me too— I mean, y’know that I—I love you, too.”
He still had to work on that.
She crushed her lips into his. His body responded easily, automatically. Paws caressed down bare fur. Judy moaned out her approval.
Nick’s paws hit against her belt. He fumbled at it, struggling to get the tiny buckle to cooperate. Judy took over without stopping her work on his mouth. The belt came free and she leaned back, getting her pants down over her tail. Nick tugged from one side and Judy kicked and between the two of them the garment came off in no time.
Judy tugged at her underwear. Nick stopped her. “Let me.”
He slid off the bed, pulling her legs until she was laying right at the edge with her knees hanging off. Nick grabbed for the elastic and Judy lifted her rear to get the tail out. He drew the underwear down her legs, much more slowly, watching her eyes.
Judy was staring at him, shoulders shrugged up eye level. She was so eager earlier, and now the eagerness had something hesitant and nervous underneath.
“Tug on my ear if you want it to stop, okay?”
Judy nodded.
Nick hesitated. It had been… a while since he’d done any sexual favors. He kissed a trail up one leg, pausing before curling out his tongue and licking slowly at her clit.
“Oh wow,” Judy gasped.
Nick briefly wondered if he should’ve asked if Judy had ever done this before. Now seemed a little late.
He tried again and got a very delicious moan out of her. A moan that went straight to his ego. He ramped up, fueled by the boost of confidence.
“Oh Nick,” her voice trembled. “Oh…”
Nick kissed and lapped and sucked at her. Once he got going it was hard to slow down. That Judy specific smell was especially strong. He nosed against that little bundle of nerves, licking into her slit. His own arousal building up. It was easy to forget she was actually small. Especially when her legs started pressing against his head. Knees right under each ear, briefly squeezing against him, her heels hooked behind his shoulders. His paws wrapped around each thigh. Toned, dense muscle flexed against his fingers.
Judy was loud. Fortunate the gym had its own soundtrack or they’d probably be scandalizing the elephants upstairs. The thought sent a little thrill through him. He sucked as hard as he dared on her clit. Judy wailed. Her back arched and Nick nodded along to keep up with how her hips were rolling.
“Nick,” Judy moaned, breathy and desperate. “Bite me.”
“Wha—“ Nick pulled back.
“Just a little,” she sighed. “Just a little teeth. I want your teeth.”
Surely she didn’t mean there. Nick turned his head and wrapped his mouth easily around those ripped thighs. He put the slightest pressure down through his teeth, enough to be noticed but not enough to leave a mark. Judy let out a whole different pleasure sound.
“Yes. That. Yes.” She moaned.
Nick bit at her other thigh. Rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb.
“Nick—“
That’s it, sweetheart. Whatever you want. You want teeth, you get teeth. You like it rough, we’ll do it rough. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.
He latched down just a little more. Judy was arching her back again. Breathing short desperate moans in a quick rhythm. He brought his tongue back between her legs. Slid in as far as he could go. She ground herself against his nose. Over and over. God, she smelled good.
She let out a quieter, more subtle moan, but it came with her whole body vibrating. Her legs shuddered, muscle spasming and flexing. Then she dropped, heavy despite her size.
Nick pulled away, his nose wet. He left it.
Judy turned slightly, limp and boneless, eyes closed. She hummed, pleasant ecstatic little hums escaping her throat. Calm, peaceful bunny. So that’s what it’s like. His chest swelled with pride. He had made her that happy.
Her eyes cracked open, bits of violet found him, gazed up at him like he was the only thing that mattered. Just for a moment.
“You…” she trailed off, smiling.
“Me?”
“You—“ she suddenly frowned. She sat up, calm post-orgasm bunny all gone. “How are you still wearing pants?”
“Uhh…” he chanced a look down. Truth be told, they weren’t the most comfortable right now. The bulge at his groin had grown.
“Take ‘em off.” Judy said. Nick obeyed, yanking his belt out with one practiced pull. Judy reached for his front, fumbling with the button. Nick blindly unbuttoned the back that allowed the fabric to accommodate his tail. Both buttons undone, they slid his pants down, followed by his boxers.
Judy was far from done giving directions. “Here. Sit here.” She pointed at the haphazard pile of blankets on the side of the bed next to his one pillow. He flopped down onto it. Maybe he needed to get another pillow. One that wasn’t so flat.
“Lie down, all the way.” She crawled over. And, wasting no time, latched her paw around his erection.
“Breakable, breakable, remember—“
“Sorry,” she let him go like she’d been burned. “I’ve never—um. This is new. For me. So…”
“You’ve never had sex before.”
Judy gave an embarrassed grimace. “Is that— a problem.”
“Of course not. Judy, of course it’s not a problem.” He gathered her up in his arms, pulling her into a soft, deep kiss. Internal panic started to bubble up. That was her first. Was it too much? Too fast? Too— something?
She pulled back. “I want to make you feel… the way you make me feel,” she said. “I want you to feel that good.”
He took her paw and placed it back on his penis. Showed her how to stroke him. “You just don’t have to grip so hard, that’s all.”
Judy watched with intense curiosity the dance of paws sliding up and down. “Do you like it fast or slow?”
“Uhhh, both? I guess. I don’t really— never really thought about it.”
Her paw sped up, nudging his away, taking over the job. He just leaned back and let her. Enjoyed the friction over his skin. Faster and faster.
And then she suddenly slowed down. Her small paw caressing his base, light pressure all the way to his tip. Again. Two times. Three times. He lost count.
“I think you like it slow,” Judy commented, and then, when he dared to open his eyes and look her, silently questioning, “you moan more,” she explained.
Moan? He wasn’t moaning. Not a lot, anyway. He wasn’t…
Something akin to anxiety started twisting in his gut, blotting out the pleasure there. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Something about it… it was too vulnerable. Not just that they were naked, not just that this was very literally intimate, but that this was Judy and Judy wasn’t going to be satisfied just fucking him in the basest sense. She was going to know him. Know him in a way that he couldn’t take back or joke his way out of. She was going to know things he probably didn’t even notice about himself.
An old internal voice resurfaced chanting shut it down, shut it down, before it’s too late. It’s too much. It’s too close.
“Judy, I need you to—“ he moaned.
To what? Stop? Take a break?
Forget this whole thing?
Forget how much you mean to me?
“I need you to kiss me.”
She leaned forward, eager to oblige. Her paw let go and all of her energy transferred into kissing him senseless.
She’s still too close.
Shut the fuck up!
”You ok?” Judy asked.
”Yeah.”
He leaned his forehead against hers. He couldn’t figure out if he should say anything more. He didn’t have the words.
For all her shortcomings, Judy genuinely, unapologetically trusted him. Not in a naive way, or an untested way, but something that came out of experience. A trust that recognized if he could handle a little, and then a little bit more, she could just give him the rest with confidence. And trust went both ways.
Judy smiled, hazy. She was glowing. “Did you want me to try with my mouth?”
Twist his arm, why don’t you?
“Okay, but I do not want teeth.”
Judy laughed. “Understood.”
And then she just took him straight in her mouth, all at once. Just swallowed him whole. You’d be surprised how much fox could fit in a rabbit’s mouth.
”Ohhhh—oh my god…”
Nick dropped back onto the pillow. His paws dug into the mattress. Judy gave a pleased, muffled noise around him. Her paws gently caressed his base, the sensitive knot there, the part that didn’t fit. Her mouth was warm and dizzying and there was tongue and—
“Oh, Judy— Judy…”
She held it so soft while her head bobbed up and down. Pleasure flooded through his abdomen and up his spine.
Judy Hopps did blow jobs. Judy Hopps had his dick in her mouth and she liked it. She liked him. The whole thing made him dizzy.
Her paws spread all through his fur, petting around his hips. Anything she could reach.
“Judy…”
She started to suck on him. She drew her head back and sucked and oh— he wanted to writhe. His whole body flooded with euphoria.
This was going to be over embarrassingly quickly.
”You keep that up and I’m not gonna last very long.”
She didn’t stop, didn’t look up. She just lifted her paw, thumb raised up.
Something about that cracked him open.
”Judy, I fucking love you,” he was out of control. He was laughing. He was crying. Everything was shaking. Judy was shaking. Whether from laughing or crying or something else, he had no idea. She didn’t stop though. Her paws centered down on his knot and her mouth took him even further. He was gone.
“Judy, you gotta— I’m gonna—“ Nick rapidly fumbled for Judy’s ear. Nearly impossible to grab while they were folded down her back. Too late anyway. Judy sealed her mouth around him as his body released. She didn’t stop. She kept sucking, drawing him out. Drinking up everything he had. His body pulsed.
“Mmmmmm—“ she hummed, pleased with herself.
“Judy, fuck—“
She gave him one last lick and finally rolled herself into a sitting up position. Her lips pressed together. Like she’d just had a five course meal instead of ejaculate.
He stared at her for a long beat.
“You swallowed it.”
She just shrugged. “Was I not supposed to?”
Nick propped himself up on his elbows. He studied her eyes.
“You are my wife,” he said with all proper emphasis. “You do whatever the fuck you want.”
Judy collapsed next to him, laughing. “I want to do that again.”
Nick rolled toward her. His limbs were feeling heavy and loose. Flooding hot and cold at the same time. His head swam. Exhausted. He felt exhausted. Already getting drowsy. “Let me sleep a little first.”
“I didn’t mean immediately,” she rolled her eyes. They were nose to nose. She closed the distance, just touching her blunt triangle nose against his long one. “You can take a nap, if you want.”
He pulled an arm around her. Enjoyed the feel of bare shoulder and the thick curve of muscle down her arm. Strong bunny.
His tail swept lazily, coming around to cover her legs and feet. Judy pulled it further over her, snuggling into it like a blanket. “Warm,” she commented, soft and pleasant.
Warm. Content. Sleepy. He could barely keep his eyes open.
They had a lot to figure out. Later. They’d figure it out later. Right now there was just her, quietly petting down the dark fur that made up his tail. Satisfied and calm. He thought he heard her yawn.
He let himself drift off to sleep.