Judy Hopps Masturbates to Nick Wilde (Part 1)
Part 1: Judy Hopps masturbating in her office to Nick after a long day at work.
It was that time of the year again: spring, when everything reeked of new beginnings and . . . sex. Judy always hated this time of the year because it meant that her usual crime-fighting tasks in Zootopia became replaced with a long series of sex demeanors and exhibitionist crimes, mostly from cats and dogs who were at the height of their heat cycles. Just last week, she arrested two dogs howling at the narrow end of an alleyway for indecent exposure, to which Nick had teased her all morning when he saw her ears turn bright red.
“I thought . . . you would have been used to this," Nick commented slyly when he caught sight of her that morning in the staff lounge. “What, more used to what?" Judy took a long sip of her coffee, pretending to not recall the embarrassing moment he was referring to. Nick chuckled, lowering his eyes - - fuck, Judy thought, he knows I'm playing dumb. “Oh carrots, you know . . . the fun scene we came across yesterday, since bunnies tend to be known for their" . . . he pauses to smile again, " big families."
It was eight in the morning and Judy was not ready to suffer Nick's snarkiness this early into the day. She set her coffee down with an annoyed pace, and left the lounge quickly to review her tasks for the day. She was used to her partner's penchant for teasing her relentlessly, but it had been a long, and tedious week of arresting animals for their feral indecencies. It was not the time to be swept off her feet this quickly.
Back at the station, Judy set her cap at her office as she was getting ready to clock out. Thankfully, she was assigned on mostly individual tasks today, and she spent her afternoon on her own at the scene of a few small crimes: an attempted (but failed) bank robbery, a shrew stuck in the hole of the tundra district, and a pack of teenage wolves causing some small mayhem on the streets. It had been an . . . uneventful day, but perhaps that was what she needed after last week.
As she said goodbye to Officer Clawhauser, she realized that most of her coworkers had already left. The office was dimmed, and she was the last one putting in the last of her paperwork at her desk. Alone, her mind began to wander back to Nick that morning . . . she hated her tone, and his talent for distracting her when she needed peace, but if she let herself admit it . . . she kind of did enjoy the flavor he bought to his life, with his relaxed character, and charming smile, and his lowered eyes when you can tell that he was hungry . . .
Judy bit her lips as she felt her stomach turn over. She never knew whether this was from fear or excitement, but she knew it wasn't a thing to be questioned - - or explored, ever. Despite this, her mind kept failing to surrender, and she began to think about the two dogs she had arrested last week, fucking recklessly at the back of the alleyway, thrusting in such feral, canine ecstasy and howling in the blind of their pleasure. And then it was almost immediate: her own fantasy of Nick doing the same, of fucking her behind the back of the same dumpsters, his hands clawing at her waist, as he cooed “c'mon carrots, you know you can take it . . ."
Fuck. Seriously, what was it about his goddamn voice that made it so easy to give up? She frantically scrambled for the carrot pen she kept in the first cabinet of her desk, the same one she had when they first met. She clicked it desperately - - and then heard it, the recording, his sexy, sweet voice. As she listened to it again and again, she felt her stomach turning over more times, a pit that opened in her vacantly . . .
She needed something to fill her. She felt below her swell uncontrollably, and her tail flickering in return. Fuck. Without thinking, she inserted her carrot pen into her slowly, and as she felt the tip of it enter her, she melted into her chair, gasping in ecstasy. “Nick . . . Nick . . .," she desperately moaned as she widened her legs, spreading both of her paws besides her. Her body trembled, and her tail thumped against the back of her seat.
“Nick . . .," she called louder, and suddenly - - a knock on her door. “Judy, are you there?" Fuck. It was Nick. The real one.