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      "description": "[section=Story]\nThe night was full of velvet seductions and Olivia Otterton's heart quickened. She has crossed into Zootopia's Heat District where all manners of the erotic were permitted. Entryways glowed with ice blue and heaven yellow while windows burned with danger red. The sultry lines of the body were made out in soft shadow, veiled in the thinnest fabric and reflective leather. Temptations were written out in burning neon. Smoke, scents, and music conjoined into a balmy haze that tickled all of Mrs. Otterton's senses. Men and women of all species leered from doorways and balconies up above, tracing her path. The impulse to turn back was real but she braved their stares and strange odors. The teasing calls close-by. She focused on her mission this night: to catch and confront the beast that has been stalking her.\nIt's been there for the past few days, just on the edge of her awareness. Those errant footsteps nearby. The shadowy movements flitting in the corner of her vision. That funny feeling in the pit of her stomach which made her fur want to stand on end. And the smell...that was the most memorable thing about it. A cinnamon aroma chased by cherry. At the end of the day, however, no one else around seemed to notice. There were no other clues that something was off. She could point to nothing exact except her suspicions, the way her scenes seemed to perceive someone watching her. She was sure of it but wrote it up as nerves.\n\nThe effects of what happened a year ago still persisted. The anxiety of her husband Emmitt's disappearance (and what was soon revealed to be a kidnapping.) The short-lived relief of his subsequent rescue which then turned into horror when they brought him back in what appeared to be a permanent “Savage” state which was then followed by joy when Emmitt was finally cured. And that's not mentioning all the political upheaval before, during, and after all that had happened. All within the span of a few days. But most thankfully things were now quiet. Zootopia churned with its usual bustle. But Olivia still remembered those days of terrible waiting, suffocating confusion. All encompassing anxiety.\n\nFor tonight her story for Emmitt had been that she was having a girl's night out. He hadn't questioned it. He'd actually welcomed it, taking it as a sign that they were both finally getting back to the fun parts of their respective lives. With both the kids staying over at their cousins', Emmitt could watch some TV, read a book. Perhaps he'd get back to his model planes like he did before. He wouldn't worry, he'd said and kissed her before she left. But she knew he'd worry regardless. Even now, she worried for herself on this night.\n\nDespite this – even though this phantom presence, so strange and uninvited, perplexed her so – its scent came with a quiet comfort. That smell, reminiscent of cherries and something burning, not only did it calm her in a striking way but it also aroused her. To an annoying degree. Besides her own swirling fears and suspicions, that first encounter had brought on a certain anticipation. It'd happened on her way home from work. She'd seen nothing, but the Scent had been there. On the train it'd gotten her so worked up, it had her panting and wet. Bursting through the front door of their house, so very thankfully Emmitt was home early and the kids were out playing. So when she mounted her husband in the living room, it was a surprise to both of them. This hadn't been routine sex, borne out of boredom or an occasion. It was random, wild, rude lovemaking. Only then did Olivia know it was real. This thing, this presence that had attached itself to her. One night later on, the scent wafted on the night air through their bedroom window. Emmitt hadn't complained when she'd roused him from his sleep to fuck. Something of the Nighthowler still lingered within him, and sometimes it could be brought out in those special moments. Olivia liked that. From that night on, just from that scent alone, she was clued in on the prowler's intent.\n\nRowdy noises floated through rustling curtains above. Bright shops displayed all sorts of paraphernalia, prophylactics, and the most exotic aphrodisiacs. However curious she was, Olivia didn't need any of those colorful bottles with dubious liquids. The Scent, more potent than anything she could purchase, was now weaving through her head like dark magic. When she placed her hand on her lower belly, though her dress and fur her hide was hot to the touch. She had her shadow and her heart was racing. Her loins were aflame. This time she played the predator, leading her prey into a trap.\n\nFurther down this thoroughfare was a three-storied love hotel called the Velvet Den, a place that catered to small-to-large-sized citizens. She'd checked it out a few days before on her phone and found this block wasn't too deserted or too close to the more popular venues. If there was trouble, she should be able to get help. But if all went well, there wouldn't be much of an audience.\n\nInside the Velvet Den, the teller, a lithe bat with powder blue eye shadow took her cash and handed her the keycard to her room. 203. Despite the loud color scheme inside, it was a subdued place. The corridors were empty and no one was lingering outside their rooms. The carpet was clean and the amorous noises coming through the walls were just quiet enough. Just right for her.\n\nHer room had pink walls and was lined with pink carpet while the curtains and bedding were a gentle purple. A large mirror hung on one wall to her right and a single chair sat in a corner on the opposite wall. A overhead light cast a dim gold light. A large TV was mounted on the wall before the bed, currently playing trailers for various porn movies. After turning it off and giving the room a quick look-through – she can't stop shaking, can't believe she's here – she opened the door and left it cracked. Placing her purse and bag on the nightstand, she climbed up onto the bed. Sitting with her feet crossing and hanging, she watched the door.\n\nThe Scent soon grew more intense. She'd almost forgotten it was there. Now it couldn't be ignored, making her head feel like a ball of staticy wool. Her chest was a living drum, its needy vibrations rippling down her belly and into her crotch. Her tail twitched.\n\nThe door opened soundlessly on its hinges, revealing her prowler. It filled the door frame, tall and especially wide. It had to turn its shoulders to get inside. Bloodshot eyes leered at her with unblinking intensity. As her prowler closed the door behind it, Olivia oddly began to question how it got past the teller. She had a hunch that this thing, this beast, has no need to sneak through windows. The Scent, she theorized, was multipurpose. While in public, when its musk prevailed upon the air, those around her were affected in ways besides arousal. They grew visibly drowsy, unfocused. In a cafe the elk cashier seemed distracted, and Olivia had to politely speak up to a glazed-eyed bear who was just standing there holding the cream. This beast could possibly come and go whenever and wherever it pleased. Perhaps even if seen, it could make people just not care.\n\nHer shadow now revealed, Olivia's first reaction was awe. When it opened its mouth, its panting breath turned in a hiss that made her flinch. In the dim light of the room, its bloodshot eyes were almost crimson. Its muscles were distinct beneath white fur and the fur was painted with crescents and arcs like fearsome scars. The ones on its chest formed eyes with a staring, pinprick pupils. Each fingertip was crowned with a red claw. Red quills studded its shoulders and neck. And she could see it was male. Between thighs as thick as logs, a pair of huge, fluffy balls hung beneath an equally large phallus, which jutted erect into the air. Clear precum gushed from its tip. Some flew to the carpet while the rest dripped down the monster's length.\n\nLocking eyes with it, Olivia couldn't help but compare it to how Emmitt was before. Teeth bared, muzzle crinkled, pupils like black wells that eclipsed the iris. The profane expression. It just stood there, letting her drink it in. Olivia's response was awe. It was not at all what she expected. She didn't know exactly what she'd imagined. A perfumed stranger in a suit? A mysterious figure in a coat? But this...it left her frozen with surprise. And then it rushed at her.\n\nIn that brief second, Olivia's awe turned to blind fear and she gasped. Yet the fear soon left her. Her head was infused with the Scent and written on it was a singular purpose, one which Olivia was just now starting to understand. Now on her back in the beast's soft shadow she stared up into its face and saw all the close-up details: the pores of its purple nose, the green of its eyes. And it's at that point she realizes who this was. The fox that had assisted Officer Hopps. One of the two that had both rescued and helped cure her Emmitt from the Nighthowler drug. Wilde. Nick. Nick Wilde. But this couldn't actually be him, she thought. Nick had red fur with a creamy underbelly. He'd been taller than her, taller than Officer Hopps. But this one...he was massive, dangerous. As big as lion! Yet the face...the shape of the ears and head...it was a fox, just quadruple in size, at least. She couldn't understand this transformation of him, but now that she'd noticed it, the conclusion felt undeniable. The Scent, therein laid the most damning evidence. Deep in it was a similarity that felt vague yet concrete enough for her to believe it: This beast was Nick Wilde, and tonight he'd come for her. Hungered for her so badly his body quaked and shook the bed. Cutting off his growl, he closed his mouth and drew close as if to invite her.\n\nCarefully, quiveringly, Olivia leaned up and pressed her lips against his. His were so hot, almost feverish. Perhaps he's sick, she thought. Maybe this was an effect of the Nighthowler drug. The questions swirling in her head soon dissipated as their lips opened and their tongues touched. Hotter now. Wetter. They managed to negotiate the differences in the size and shape of their muzzles. Tongues played and twisted, testing one another's strength and texture. At one point, so excited was he, that he lapped against her nose, her cheeks. All over her face. Olivia drew little shapes on his tongue, suckled on and tasted the living muscle. Before when him and Judy had saved her Emmitt, she'd thanked them with a profuse and genuine heart. This time, however, she really wanted to thank Nick. Thoroughly.\n\nWhen Olivia had gotten dressed for tonight – even now she couldn't explain the impulse – she had decided not to wear any underwear. Perhaps she knew she wouldn't need any. So when Nick got to nibbling at her neck, she looked down to see he had already hiked up her dress to her hips. Her legs were spread to display her glistening, puffed-out pussy. And though her thighs were slick with her own wetness, Nick's overexcited cock had added its own: Beads of precum had landed on her dress, thighs, and crotch. Possessed of their own distinct musk, she could feel these tiny points of warmth sink down through her fur to be absorbed into pores of her hide. She doesn't know how she could be so certain of this, like with the Scent, but any doubt was obliterated. The precum's effects, she found, were immediate.\nHer libido was sent through the ceiling and into orbit. Where before it had been an intolerable stirring in her lower parts, it was now a roiling storm of utter need.\n\nBriefly Nick parted from Olivia to give her a look-over. He wanted to make sure she was ready. Her breathing was a series of hot puffs to his face. Her hips churned in tight circles, back and forth. When she looked at him with her green eyes, her pupils were wide pools. Her nodding was apparent. While he pulled her dress fully off, her shoes to made muffled impacts on the floor. And all the while she was licking her lips.\nTonight, Nick was a little more in control of his urges. All his newfangled instincts were telling him to go at her with all his Savage strength, yet he resisted like all those instances before when he wanted nothing more than to mount her in an alleyway or a deserted park. Tonight I'll be under control, he told himself. Deliberate. Mrs. Otterton's body burned with an overwhelming heat he knew too well.\n\nHe lowered himself off the bed, knees to the carpet. With each hand holding a thigh, he pressed his nose above her pussy. There he inhaled her scent, this mature, flowery odor complimented by her added wetness. A growl rumbled from his throat and telegraphed into her genitals, making her moan. A hand pushed against his muzzle as if to push him away, but Nick knew it thrilled her. He then began his licks. Long, firm lashes of the tongue that covered her lips, drew over her clit. He licked her like he would a cherry ice pop. Salt and aroma and a secret sweetness. He drank down what she gave him. And what he gave her was a stunting pleasure that wanted to get at her core.\n\nOlivia felt him go deep. His tongue pressed inward and she folded in around him. Her insides hugged this malleable appendage of his as it twisted and lapped hard against her drenched walls. Held by her thighs, she writhed against the mattress, hands clutching the sheets. She could feel it stretching inside her further. Looking down, she saw the threatening maw of sharp teeth and purple gums, and the purple tongue sliding between them to feed into her welcoming pussy. Suddenly something twitched and her tunnel hugged around his tongue. Her prehensile tail wrapped around his throat. Her climax was a full-body burst of ecstasy and in its shockwave her mind went blank and her nerves sizzled.\n\nIn her haze, she wondered how loudly she'd moaned. She'd said a word but cannot recall what it was. Her body before had been as tense as a rubberband pulled to its limit, and inevitably that rubberband had snapped. Now she was left tingling, overheated, and raw. Her afterglow was running laps through her body in time with her heartbeat. Little errant twitches came and went. She stared into a pink void, drooling, until it formed into a ceiling and she remembered where she was, what she was doing, and who she was with. For a small moment she'd drifted asleep. Only to awaken back into a dream with a very large fox kneeling before her, kneading her hips and laying little kisses onto her belly.\n\nBelow her, Nick got to his feet. His intimidating size begged the same question about what caused this drastic change in him, yet she was more than happy to let it go for now. For in the moment she could feel her hunger for him rebounding at a rate that surprised her. It almost scared her but her fear drifted off on the tide of her swelling desire. She opened herself up to him, ready to receive him again.\n\nAligning himself with her, her pussy lips bloomed as he pressed his tip inside. It continued to gush precum, lubing his path into her tight entrance. He was huge, especially for Olivia Otterton. She wasn't made for a fox like him, but normally they could manage. Now, however, in this form it was better to go the slow, firmly. Olivia could feel her whole body gently rearrange itself to accommodate his mass. The expression on her face betrayed her shock at this development. And beyond being felt, it can be seen too with that bulge rising against her cream-colored belly fur. This was Nick's gift and it was definitely one that kept on giving.\n\nThere was no pain, no damage being done. Even if the potential of harm approached, he could reduce his size by instinct in an instance. Her pleasure was his pleasure and vice versa. Like reflections bouncing between two mirrors facing each other. But that wasn't to say there was a total absence of pain. What discomfort there was, however, was negotiable. And by all accounts it actually complimented the pleasure received.\n\nSo when Nick slowly fed himself into Mrs. Otterton – her eyes going wide, mouth agape – it felt so good to both of them. Pulling out, her belly deflated, only to expand again when Nick thrust himself into her. Down a little further, more and more until she's at his knot. So small was she that when he grasped her waist, he could interlace his fingertips around her back. Holding her like this, his pace quickened. Mrs. Otterton was tossed to and fro upon his huge member, her pussy lips kissing his knot each time she descended. Above the incessant wet pounding that filled their room, Olivia's moans were incredulous. “Oh, oh, oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes going up into the back of her head. That look, coupling with the insane tightness of her most special place, egged Nick on. And for a brief lapse, he lost his grip on the wildfire of his desires. He didn't just want to have sex with Mrs. Otterton. He wanted to fuck her.\n\nIn one fluid motion he pulled himself out, twisted Olivia around to lay on her front, and firmly reinserted himself into her still gaping pussy. Though the sudden change in position caused a startled squeak to escape her, Olivia was already adapting to it. She looked over her shoulder at him with wanting eyes. With one hand clasped over the small of her back, Nick held her in place upon his massive length. He returned to his thrusting. With added gusto.\n\nGripping the cherry blossom-colored sheets, the feeling of being repeatedly filled and disengaged was beyond anything Olivia had experienced before. As strange as it was at the beginning, she learned how perfect it felt and was amazed at how quickly her body became so acclimated to such a large object throttling her insides. There was pain on the border of her sensations, but a type she could glorify in, savor while occupying her vast core was a burning pleasure. Every time Nick sliped in and his tip bumped up against her womb, she felt complete. And each time he pulled out, the feeling of her body falling back to its original shape was pure euphoria. Every time his throbbing knot bumped her ass and his swinging balls landed against her crotch, it sent an one-two ripple through her entire body. Down her limbs, into her fingers and toes, through the mattress and into the floor. She wanted to see how far she could go.\n\nHer tail was reaching again. Sightlessly it found the globe of Nick's knot, wrapped around the bottom of it, and squeezed tightly. She heard the beast gasp, felt his hips buck savagely once more, and let out a roar like an oak tree splintering as it's felled. Her own climax was as if every hair upon her hide stood straight up, from her genitals to her belly and chest, all the way to the tiny bristles on her ears, to ring in rapturous harmony. Her body expanded as Nick fully hilted himself into her and expanded further to make room for his hot load. Her hungry womb took what it could before it overflowed. The rest was expelled on the sheets and splattered onto the floor. Such a shame, she thought at first, we've made such a mess. But then again, I want to see how much of a mess we can make in this small room of ours.\nComing out of the reverie of her orgasm, Olivia got to her hands and knees. Just those subtle movements evoked a curious reaction inside her. Touching her belly, she found it had inflated several times larger. Leaning this or that way elicited a sloshing sensation. Her body, she realized, was still cradling a massive amount of Nick's seed. Flexing her lower muscles caused the reservoir of cum to leave her as an gushing cascade. It coated her ass, thighs, and legs, splattering all onto the bed behind her and the floor below. Such a rush of fluids triggered another orgasm that sent her quivering, amazed at how she could have one on top of another like this.\n\nPanting and feeling her body pulse with absolute satisfaction, she turned around to view the aftermath. Sheet and carpet alike were coated in copious amounts of ejaculate, the fabrics darkening as they drank it in. And the smell... An organic fragrance that Olivia's head swam in. It brought on an urge she couldn't help but follow through on.\n\nReversing her position, she leaned down and began to lap at the huge dollops of cum resting on the bed sheets. It ran thickly over her pink tongue, containing a bitterness that hid a note of meatiness as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Unconcerned for how dirty hotel rooms can be – not to mention ones where escapades like theirs take place – she tried to suckle what morsels she could from the fabric. Before long her nose, muzzle, her entire face was sticky with Nick's potent seed. Just as the temptation of doing the same to the pools on the floor entered her mind, she remembered her lover. He was still standing there, his cock ever engorged and still slick with cum, as if waiting for her to do what she just did to those sheets.\n\nWith her small hands and even smaller mouth, she did her best to thoroughly remove that layer of glaze from his supple flesh. She's almost automatic in her technique, repeatedly drawing her tongue up his hot red member in quick rows. Like painting a wall or licking a bowl of pudding clean. Before long Olivia has had a few more mouthfuls to savor and swallow. Then she felt a huge hand cup the side of her head.\nNick's look was both quiet and intense as a thumb caressed her cheek, careful of his red-tipped claw. The hand ran down her arm to hold her hand. He held it as he walked around to the foot of the bed, her knees surfing over rumpled sheets as she turned with him. Joining her on the bed, he laid on his back and pulled her on top. Faced away from him, Olivia found Nick's massive cock pressed against her entire front. She put both hands on it. Its girth was about as thick as her waist. It's a spire pulsing in time with his heartbeat, spurting a river of clear lubrication from its tip. Wrapping her lips around that tip, Olivia partook in the warm elixir of his loins. Its stimulating effects were just as apparent as last time.\n\nSuddenly the hands on her hips tightened and Olivia found herself flying. Up and over, she floated above Nick's tip and was then carefully lowered. Nick's aim was true. Her lips greeted the familiar form and flared out around it as they enjoined again. And again she was in awe of their proportions; it's like going down on a traffic cone. Like before the pain is more than manageable, entwining with the pleasant friction of pushing such a massive object inside her. Her body not only gave way but miraculously adapted to the shape like a sleeve. He might be gigantic but she would remain as tight as the first time and bounce back for more. Through her belly, she could feel the rounded edge of his tip. Her pussy wrapped around the filling girth of his shaft.\n\nThough Nick's hands remained on her hips, he let her work her way down his length at her own pace. A third of the way at first. Then about halfway down. Until she was at the top of his knot. Her body would now accept and even anticipate the changes. His affliction, and its effects, were beautifully contagious. Gripping her tightly, he lifted her up almost off his meat, and then firmly placed her back down. How lusciously her body moved when he was in her. How hot and tight and wet she was deep on the inside. Olivia gasped and quivered, placing her hands atop his to keep herself balanced. He dipped her roughly again. And once more, giving her a chance to protest. When each time her response was a deep, sensual moan, complete with a lolling tongue, it was the best affirmation Nick could receive.\n\nA squelching pounding filled their room as Nick let his urges play. Olivia was tossed up and down and into the air upon his cock, her body constantly fluctuating in shape as his cock thrust up into her. “Oh god! Nick. God!” Olivia shouted, her legs and feet kicking out. It was a full-body workout just to keep herself from getting whiplash. With his fingers locked around her midsection, he fucked her like a toy. Her ass bounced more and more forcibly upon his knot. Finally, he warned her with a growl and with a hard drop he roughly shoved his enormity into her, knot and all.\n\nInstantly stuffed to her limit, Olivia's entire person seized up. Her insides hugged Nick's cock as it erupted with a warmth that seemed to spread all the way into her toes. Beneath her, his balls tensed with a powerful throbbing that was in-sync with the throbbing deep within her. She's as tight around his true base as a sealed cap. Pushed down into a crotch, she was close enough to lean down and massage the massive orbs. To further relieve him of the heavy cream that is currently being pumped directly into her distending womb. The way her body adapted to that added volume only encouraged the waves upon crashing waves of delight to overwhelm her.\n\nEven though Nick felt himself spent this round, Mrs. Otterton continued to knead his balls like two pillows. Sad to have her stop, he tried to lift her up and off himself. Her pussy achingly tugged at him, sucking at his knot. But like Carrots before her, with two gentle pulls she released him with a pop. Being unsheathed, having that mass of his essence exit her pulsing womb and pussy induced her to wriggle in his hands. “O-oh, goodness me! Oh...f-fuck! Oh...goodness...” It was many minutes later before her muscles relaxed and she was as limp as a wet towel in Nick's hands. Ignoring his returning libido, he cradled her against his chest. They both laid down to enjoy the elation of their flesh.\n\nIn the arms of her beastly lover, Olivia unwound in the euphoric pulse of her body. The gathering breath in her chest. The quickening excitement in her belly. The hungry thump of her loins. An orchestra of beats echoing against and into each other. And though she was enjoying this marination of the senses, she could feel her own desire surging below the surface. As if sensing it too, Nick moved. Twisting in his arms with her hands against his chest, she faced him. He froze and looked down at her. Confusion trickled over his usually intense expression.\n\n“Can you, well...dear.” Looking around the room, she pointed to the chair in the corner. “Could you sit there for me...sweetie?”\n\nGently he placed her on the bed and complied. For him, navigating this love session with his own set of fantasies to act out had its own sweet satisfaction, but sweeter still – he was finding out – was bringing to life all the quiet fantasies of his partners. Above all else, he wanted Mrs. Otterton to be in awe of the fun they were having tonight.\n\nIn his original body, the chair would've been more than large enough to accommodate him. Now, however, he filled it in; the armrests brushed up against the fur of his sides and the top of the backrest ended just halfway up his spine. Resting back, legs apart, balls hanging and cock standing at attention, he waited for Mrs. Otterton to make her move. Still on the bed, she appeared to be surprised he'd obeyed her at all. Then she went to him.\n\nFeeling his love leaking down her leg, she knelt to those melon-sized testicles hanging there. They were covered in white fur like the rest of him with a red tuff going down the middle. Weighing one ball in each hand, Olivia found them heavy but soft. Warm against her pads, they moved in subtle ways. Nick let out a quiet sigh that turned into a gentle whistle between his sharp teeth. Olivia was reminded that he was a predator, a carnivore with deadly potential. Yet the Scent that filled the room, filled her head, told her she was more than safe here with him. Chasing that feeling, she shoved her face into the red valley of those balls. Her nose mashed against fur and hide, inhaled the deep musk of cherries and sex there. And she stayed there, rubbing her face in it, until she forced to come up for air.\n\nNext, hands on his thighs, she pulled herself up. She climbed him to get to the right place: standing on his thighs with his cock beneath her. Emmitt had only been permitted to do this with her a handful of times, that little treat that most married couples seemed to lust after. Leveraging one hand on Nick's chest and the other to line him up, she bent down and felt the kiss of his lubricated tip. She panted hotly in his face and her backdoor dilated more and more as she pushed him into her. Nick doesn't move except to squirm, claws eating into the foam of the chair's armrests. Beyond the tip, her anus flexed tightly against his shaft. His flesh was hot against hers, a molten rod of bliss impaling her in a place she never thought so flexible. Wilder still was that she was just getting started. One flex from him and his shaft swelled, sending Olivia's back arching and her legs trembling. Going up, his cock slid against her walls outward and then back in in the other direction as she dipped herself down. She stood there squatting atop him, only able to get about a third of the way down with her hole so pleasantly stretched to what might be her maximum. It's more than enough, she thought with her head swimming. Drool was already dripping from her tongue and onto his chest. Nick leaned forward and let it land on his tongue.\n\nWith every squat she went a little harder, a little deeper. She picked up speed, her thighs burning. Again her tail has a mind of its own as it went down to find the lower half of Nick's cock. Wrapped tightly around it, her tail stroked his cock in tandem with her movements. Her pace became increasingly frantic as she chased a feeling and her insides jostled in and out of place with each dip and dive. In ordinary circumstances this would be concerning, but needless to say what was happening in the current moment (not to mention in her mind which overflowd with lewd ideas) was all beyond what she could have imagined hours before. That amazement was then – her pace had reached a pitch – superseded by her climax, a flare of raw ecstasy that rocketed up her spine and exploded outward. Looking straight at tiny pleasure-strikened otter mounting him and her tail clutching desperately around his shaft, as if by command, Nick injected his hot goodness deep into her tailhole. That was enough to send Olivia squirting. Her pussy gushed a stream of clear fluids to pelt Nick's washboard stomach. “Yes! Oh goodness me, oh fuck yes! Yes!” she squealed. Her anus was clamped around on his cock like a nossle.\n\nStraining upward, Nick's tip popped out of her asshole like a cork, and like frothy champagne a hot jet of cum flowed out of her. Across the room on the opposite wall hung the large mirror. When Olivia looked, she found it was exquisitely and intentionally placed. She took a moment to relish the scene she saw in it: Her atop Nick, barely able to keep her legs from buckling, her tail moved aside to show her ass in the air as milky trails dribble out of her open asshole. She's almost proud of herself, how luscious she looked, how gaping her tailhole was. Reaching back, she tested the sore rubbery flesh. She stretched it and felt only bliss from the tension. And without warning she then felt her feet leave Nick's thighs.\n\nShe found herself in Nick's hands once more. There's no strain in his hold, how effortlessly and tenderly he held her. Still sitting in his chair, he carefully he switched her around until she was looking down at his glazed cock and him at her genitals. “Oh, wai-what?” Olivia tried to get her bearings, planting her hands on Nick's belly. Then Nick's tongue, that hot slab of silky muscle, lapped against her pussy and drew itself over her asshole. “O-oh,” she gasped, her airborne toes twitching. How dirty this seemed, and right after he'd deposited himself into her, but she let him do as he pleased.\n\nWhat followed can only be described as a full-body tongue-bath. He almost held her like a piece of meat but the way he ran his tongue along her body – over her chest, along her back, belly, ass, and pussy, sucking here, nipping there, tasting her, drinking her in – was an act of carnal love. And he was ever mindful of his teeth. How his hot breath splashed across her cheek while this fox's tongue wrapped beneath her chin was, needless to say, a most unique experience for the otter.\n\n“T-thank you,” she smiled up at Nick, slathered with his saliva. “And not that I don't appreciate your efforts but, uh...I think I'm gonna have to have a more thorough cleaning.” She realized this is the most she has spoken to Nick since the start of their liaison. Nick declined to answer except in action. He picked her up off him and put her down onto her feet. He stood there almost awkwardly, waiting for her to do something. Then Olivia grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom.\n\nWhite tile and blue walls. The shower was a rectangular stall enclosed with clear glass and was more than big enough for the two of them. While Olivia stood beneath the hot blast of water, Nick waited behind her and let the water run down his front in thick streams. She rubbed deep into her fur and the heat was heaven on her sore muscles. All the while, however, she could feel tight knots of need building up in her lower region. She paid quick glances at the monster with his tempting cock looming behind her. Runnels of water drew down it's length, along its cumvein, indistinguishable from its clear precum. She started with little playful strokes and tugs, but it did little to sate her desire. Getting a taste, drawing her tongue along its underside, suckling at the throbbing globes of his knot, helped a little. It wasn't long before he was back inside her. With Olivia off the ground, up against the glass, and no less strength in Nick's thrusts as his hips bucked. 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Streams of heavy cream were landing on her chest now, falling to her shoulders, down toward her belly. This is much more than I asked for, she thought. She could feel it working its way down into her fur. She just took it all, so utterly basted and thoroughly warm. With handfuls of cum, her fingers thrust into her pussy. Deep and fast. The orgasms arrived like stormy waves on a pristine beach, one screen of hyper-ecstasy overlapping the other until they all blend together.\n\nAt one point or another, her mind must have gone. Rain fell on her. A virtual torrent of water. She wondered how she got outside only to realize that the shower has been turned back on. She must have been out of it for just a couple of minutes, perhaps a few seconds. She wiped her eyes to look around. However long it was it was enough time for Nick to leave. The bedroom beyond was silent. Now more dirty than before she'd entered the shower, she took her time getting herself completely clean and scrubbed. 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The shadowy movements flitting in the corner of her vision. That funny feeling in the pit of her stomach which made her fur want to stand on end. And the smell...that was the most memorable thing about it. A cinnamon aroma chased by cherry. At the end of the day, however, no one else around seemed to notice. There were no other clues that something was off. She could point to nothing exact except her suspicions, the way her scenes seemed to perceive someone watching her. She was sure of it but wrote it up as nerves.\n\nThe effects of what happened a year ago still persisted. The anxiety of her husband Emmitt's disappearance (and what was soon revealed to be a kidnapping.) The short-lived relief of his subsequent rescue which then turned into horror when they brought him back in what appeared to be a permanent “Savage” state which was then followed by joy when Emmitt was finally cured. And that's not mentioning all the political upheaval before, during, and after all that had happened. All within the span of a few days. But most thankfully things were now quiet. Zootopia churned with its usual bustle. But Olivia still remembered those days of terrible waiting, suffocating confusion. All encompassing anxiety.\n\nFor tonight her story for Emmitt had been that she was having a girl's night out. He hadn't questioned it. He'd actually welcomed it, taking it as a sign that they were both finally getting back to the fun parts of their respective lives. With both the kids staying over at their cousins', Emmitt could watch some TV, read a book. Perhaps he'd get back to his model planes like he did before. He wouldn't worry, he'd said and kissed her before she left. But she knew he'd worry regardless. Even now, she worried for herself on this night.\n\nDespite this – even though this phantom presence, so strange and uninvited, perplexed her so – its scent came with a quiet comfort. That smell, reminiscent of cherries and something burning, not only did it calm her in a striking way but it also aroused her. To an annoying degree. Besides her own swirling fears and suspicions, that first encounter had brought on a certain anticipation. It'd happened on her way home from work. She'd seen nothing, but the Scent had been there. On the train it'd gotten her so worked up, it had her panting and wet. Bursting through the front door of their house, so very thankfully Emmitt was home early and the kids were out playing. So when she mounted her husband in the living room, it was a surprise to both of them. This hadn't been routine sex, borne out of boredom or an occasion. It was random, wild, rude lovemaking. Only then did Olivia know it was real. This thing, this presence that had attached itself to her. One night later on, the scent wafted on the night air through their bedroom window. Emmitt hadn't complained when she'd roused him from his sleep to fuck. Something of the Nighthowler still lingered within him, and sometimes it could be brought out in those special moments. Olivia liked that. From that night on, just from that scent alone, she was clued in on the prowler's intent.\n\nRowdy noises floated through rustling curtains above. Bright shops displayed all sorts of paraphernalia, prophylactics, and the most exotic aphrodisiacs. However curious she was, Olivia didn't need any of those colorful bottles with dubious liquids. The Scent, more potent than anything she could purchase, was now weaving through her head like dark magic. When she placed her hand on her lower belly, though her dress and fur her hide was hot to the touch. She had her shadow and her heart was racing. Her loins were aflame. This time she played the predator, leading her prey into a trap.\n\nFurther down this thoroughfare was a three-storied love hotel called the Velvet Den, a place that catered to small-to-large-sized citizens. She'd checked it out a few days before on her phone and found this block wasn't too deserted or too close to the more popular venues. If there was trouble, she should be able to get help. But if all went well, there wouldn't be much of an audience.\n\nInside the Velvet Den, the teller, a lithe bat with powder blue eye shadow took her cash and handed her the keycard to her room. 203. Despite the loud color scheme inside, it was a subdued place. The corridors were empty and no one was lingering outside their rooms. The carpet was clean and the amorous noises coming through the walls were just quiet enough. Just right for her.\n\nHer room had pink walls and was lined with pink carpet while the curtains and bedding were a gentle purple. A large mirror hung on one wall to her right and a single chair sat in a corner on the opposite wall. A overhead light cast a dim gold light. A large TV was mounted on the wall before the bed, currently playing trailers for various porn movies. After turning it off and giving the room a quick look-through – she can't stop shaking, can't believe she's here – she opened the door and left it cracked. Placing her purse and bag on the nightstand, she climbed up onto the bed. Sitting with her feet crossing and hanging, she watched the door.\n\nThe Scent soon grew more intense. She'd almost forgotten it was there. Now it couldn't be ignored, making her head feel like a ball of staticy wool. Her chest was a living drum, its needy vibrations rippling down her belly and into her crotch. Her tail twitched.\n\nThe door opened soundlessly on its hinges, revealing her prowler. It filled the door frame, tall and especially wide. It had to turn its shoulders to get inside. Bloodshot eyes leered at her with unblinking intensity. As her prowler closed the door behind it, Olivia oddly began to question how it got past the teller. She had a hunch that this thing, this beast, has no need to sneak through windows. The Scent, she theorized, was multipurpose. While in public, when its musk prevailed upon the air, those around her were affected in ways besides arousal. They grew visibly drowsy, unfocused. In a cafe the elk cashier seemed distracted, and Olivia had to politely speak up to a glazed-eyed bear who was just standing there holding the cream. This beast could possibly come and go whenever and wherever it pleased. Perhaps even if seen, it could make people just not care.\n\nHer shadow now revealed, Olivia's first reaction was awe. When it opened its mouth, its panting breath turned in a hiss that made her flinch. In the dim light of the room, its bloodshot eyes were almost crimson. Its muscles were distinct beneath white fur and the fur was painted with crescents and arcs like fearsome scars. The ones on its chest formed eyes with a staring, pinprick pupils. Each fingertip was crowned with a red claw. Red quills studded its shoulders and neck. And she could see it was male. Between thighs as thick as logs, a pair of huge, fluffy balls hung beneath an equally large phallus, which jutted erect into the air. Clear precum gushed from its tip. Some flew to the carpet while the rest dripped down the monster's length.\n\nLocking eyes with it, Olivia couldn't help but compare it to how Emmitt was before. Teeth bared, muzzle crinkled, pupils like black wells that eclipsed the iris. The profane expression. It just stood there, letting her drink it in. Olivia's response was awe. It was not at all what she expected. She didn't know exactly what she'd imagined. A perfumed stranger in a suit? A mysterious figure in a coat? But this...it left her frozen with surprise. And then it rushed at her.\n\nIn that brief second, Olivia's awe turned to blind fear and she gasped. Yet the fear soon left her. Her head was infused with the Scent and written on it was a singular purpose, one which Olivia was just now starting to understand. Now on her back in the beast's soft shadow she stared up into its face and saw all the close-up details: the pores of its purple nose, the green of its eyes. And it's at that point she realizes who this was. The fox that had assisted Officer Hopps. One of the two that had both rescued and helped cure her Emmitt from the Nighthowler drug. Wilde. Nick. Nick Wilde. But this couldn't actually be him, she thought. Nick had red fur with a creamy underbelly. He'd been taller than her, taller than Officer Hopps. But this one...he was massive, dangerous. As big as lion! Yet the face...the shape of the ears and head...it was a fox, just quadruple in size, at least. She couldn't understand this transformation of him, but now that she'd noticed it, the conclusion felt undeniable. The Scent, therein laid the most damning evidence. Deep in it was a similarity that felt vague yet concrete enough for her to believe it: This beast was Nick Wilde, and tonight he'd come for her. Hungered for her so badly his body quaked and shook the bed. Cutting off his growl, he closed his mouth and drew close as if to invite her.\n\nCarefully, quiveringly, Olivia leaned up and pressed her lips against his. His were so hot, almost feverish. Perhaps he's sick, she thought. Maybe this was an effect of the Nighthowler drug. The questions swirling in her head soon dissipated as their lips opened and their tongues touched. Hotter now. Wetter. They managed to negotiate the differences in the size and shape of their muzzles. Tongues played and twisted, testing one another's strength and texture. At one point, so excited was he, that he lapped against her nose, her cheeks. All over her face. Olivia drew little shapes on his tongue, suckled on and tasted the living muscle. Before when him and Judy had saved her Emmitt, she'd thanked them with a profuse and genuine heart. This time, however, she really wanted to thank Nick. Thoroughly.\n\nWhen Olivia had gotten dressed for tonight – even now she couldn't explain the impulse – she had decided not to wear any underwear. Perhaps she knew she wouldn't need any. So when Nick got to nibbling at her neck, she looked down to see he had already hiked up her dress to her hips. Her legs were spread to display her glistening, puffed-out pussy. And though her thighs were slick with her own wetness, Nick's overexcited cock had added its own: Beads of precum had landed on her dress, thighs, and crotch. Possessed of their own distinct musk, she could feel these tiny points of warmth sink down through her fur to be absorbed into pores of her hide. She doesn't know how she could be so certain of this, like with the Scent, but any doubt was obliterated. The precum's effects, she found, were immediate.\nHer libido was sent through the ceiling and into orbit. Where before it had been an intolerable stirring in her lower parts, it was now a roiling storm of utter need.\n\nBriefly Nick parted from Olivia to give her a look-over. He wanted to make sure she was ready. Her breathing was a series of hot puffs to his face. Her hips churned in tight circles, back and forth. When she looked at him with her green eyes, her pupils were wide pools. Her nodding was apparent. While he pulled her dress fully off, her shoes to made muffled impacts on the floor. And all the while she was licking her lips.\nTonight, Nick was a little more in control of his urges. All his newfangled instincts were telling him to go at her with all his Savage strength, yet he resisted like all those instances before when he wanted nothing more than to mount her in an alleyway or a deserted park. Tonight I'll be under control, he told himself. Deliberate. Mrs. Otterton's body burned with an overwhelming heat he knew too well.\n\nHe lowered himself off the bed, knees to the carpet. With each hand holding a thigh, he pressed his nose above her pussy. There he inhaled her scent, this mature, flowery odor complimented by her added wetness. A growl rumbled from his throat and telegraphed into her genitals, making her moan. A hand pushed against his muzzle as if to push him away, but Nick knew it thrilled her. He then began his licks. Long, firm lashes of the tongue that covered her lips, drew over her clit. He licked her like he would a cherry ice pop. Salt and aroma and a secret sweetness. He drank down what she gave him. And what he gave her was a stunting pleasure that wanted to get at her core.\n\nOlivia felt him go deep. His tongue pressed inward and she folded in around him. Her insides hugged this malleable appendage of his as it twisted and lapped hard against her drenched walls. Held by her thighs, she writhed against the mattress, hands clutching the sheets. She could feel it stretching inside her further. Looking down, she saw the threatening maw of sharp teeth and purple gums, and the purple tongue sliding between them to feed into her welcoming pussy. Suddenly something twitched and her tunnel hugged around his tongue. Her prehensile tail wrapped around his throat. Her climax was a full-body burst of ecstasy and in its shockwave her mind went blank and her nerves sizzled.\n\nIn her haze, she wondered how loudly she'd moaned. She'd said a word but cannot recall what it was. Her body before had been as tense as a rubberband pulled to its limit, and inevitably that rubberband had snapped. Now she was left tingling, overheated, and raw. Her afterglow was running laps through her body in time with her heartbeat. Little errant twitches came and went. She stared into a pink void, drooling, until it formed into a ceiling and she remembered where she was, what she was doing, and who she was with. For a small moment she'd drifted asleep. Only to awaken back into a dream with a very large fox kneeling before her, kneading her hips and laying little kisses onto her belly.\n\nBelow her, Nick got to his feet. His intimidating size begged the same question about what caused this drastic change in him, yet she was more than happy to let it go for now. For in the moment she could feel her hunger for him rebounding at a rate that surprised her. It almost scared her but her fear drifted off on the tide of her swelling desire. She opened herself up to him, ready to receive him again.\n\nAligning himself with her, her pussy lips bloomed as he pressed his tip inside. It continued to gush precum, lubing his path into her tight entrance. He was huge, especially for Olivia Otterton. She wasn't made for a fox like him, but normally they could manage. Now, however, in this form it was better to go the slow, firmly. Olivia could feel her whole body gently rearrange itself to accommodate his mass. The expression on her face betrayed her shock at this development. And beyond being felt, it can be seen too with that bulge rising against her cream-colored belly fur. This was Nick's gift and it was definitely one that kept on giving.\n\nThere was no pain, no damage being done. Even if the potential of harm approached, he could reduce his size by instinct in an instance. Her pleasure was his pleasure and vice versa. Like reflections bouncing between two mirrors facing each other. But that wasn't to say there was a total absence of pain. What discomfort there was, however, was negotiable. And by all accounts it actually complimented the pleasure received.\n\nSo when Nick slowly fed himself into Mrs. Otterton – her eyes going wide, mouth agape – it felt so good to both of them. Pulling out, her belly deflated, only to expand again when Nick thrust himself into her. Down a little further, more and more until she's at his knot. So small was she that when he grasped her waist, he could interlace his fingertips around her back. Holding her like this, his pace quickened. Mrs. Otterton was tossed to and fro upon his huge member, her pussy lips kissing his knot each time she descended. Above the incessant wet pounding that filled their room, Olivia's moans were incredulous. “Oh, oh, oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes going up into the back of her head. That look, coupling with the insane tightness of her most special place, egged Nick on. And for a brief lapse, he lost his grip on the wildfire of his desires. He didn't just want to have sex with Mrs. Otterton. He wanted to fuck her.\n\nIn one fluid motion he pulled himself out, twisted Olivia around to lay on her front, and firmly reinserted himself into her still gaping pussy. Though the sudden change in position caused a startled squeak to escape her, Olivia was already adapting to it. She looked over her shoulder at him with wanting eyes. With one hand clasped over the small of her back, Nick held her in place upon his massive length. He returned to his thrusting. With added gusto.\n\nGripping the cherry blossom-colored sheets, the feeling of being repeatedly filled and disengaged was beyond anything Olivia had experienced before. As strange as it was at the beginning, she learned how perfect it felt and was amazed at how quickly her body became so acclimated to such a large object throttling her insides. There was pain on the border of her sensations, but a type she could glorify in, savor while occupying her vast core was a burning pleasure. Every time Nick sliped in and his tip bumped up against her womb, she felt complete. And each time he pulled out, the feeling of her body falling back to its original shape was pure euphoria. Every time his throbbing knot bumped her ass and his swinging balls landed against her crotch, it sent an one-two ripple through her entire body. Down her limbs, into her fingers and toes, through the mattress and into the floor. She wanted to see how far she could go.\n\nHer tail was reaching again. Sightlessly it found the globe of Nick's knot, wrapped around the bottom of it, and squeezed tightly. She heard the beast gasp, felt his hips buck savagely once more, and let out a roar like an oak tree splintering as it's felled. Her own climax was as if every hair upon her hide stood straight up, from her genitals to her belly and chest, all the way to the tiny bristles on her ears, to ring in rapturous harmony. Her body expanded as Nick fully hilted himself into her and expanded further to make room for his hot load. Her hungry womb took what it could before it overflowed. The rest was expelled on the sheets and splattered onto the floor. Such a shame, she thought at first, we've made such a mess. But then again, I want to see how much of a mess we can make in this small room of ours.\nComing out of the reverie of her orgasm, Olivia got to her hands and knees. Just those subtle movements evoked a curious reaction inside her. Touching her belly, she found it had inflated several times larger. Leaning this or that way elicited a sloshing sensation. Her body, she realized, was still cradling a massive amount of Nick's seed. Flexing her lower muscles caused the reservoir of cum to leave her as an gushing cascade. It coated her ass, thighs, and legs, splattering all onto the bed behind her and the floor below. Such a rush of fluids triggered another orgasm that sent her quivering, amazed at how she could have one on top of another like this.\n\nPanting and feeling her body pulse with absolute satisfaction, she turned around to view the aftermath. Sheet and carpet alike were coated in copious amounts of ejaculate, the fabrics darkening as they drank it in. And the smell... An organic fragrance that Olivia's head swam in. It brought on an urge she couldn't help but follow through on.\n\nReversing her position, she leaned down and began to lap at the huge dollops of cum resting on the bed sheets. It ran thickly over her pink tongue, containing a bitterness that hid a note of meatiness as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Unconcerned for how dirty hotel rooms can be – not to mention ones where escapades like theirs take place – she tried to suckle what morsels she could from the fabric. Before long her nose, muzzle, her entire face was sticky with Nick's potent seed. Just as the temptation of doing the same to the pools on the floor entered her mind, she remembered her lover. He was still standing there, his cock ever engorged and still slick with cum, as if waiting for her to do what she just did to those sheets.\n\nWith her small hands and even smaller mouth, she did her best to thoroughly remove that layer of glaze from his supple flesh. She's almost automatic in her technique, repeatedly drawing her tongue up his hot red member in quick rows. Like painting a wall or licking a bowl of pudding clean. Before long Olivia has had a few more mouthfuls to savor and swallow. Then she felt a huge hand cup the side of her head.\nNick's look was both quiet and intense as a thumb caressed her cheek, careful of his red-tipped claw. The hand ran down her arm to hold her hand. He held it as he walked around to the foot of the bed, her knees surfing over rumpled sheets as she turned with him. Joining her on the bed, he laid on his back and pulled her on top. Faced away from him, Olivia found Nick's massive cock pressed against her entire front. She put both hands on it. Its girth was about as thick as her waist. It's a spire pulsing in time with his heartbeat, spurting a river of clear lubrication from its tip. Wrapping her lips around that tip, Olivia partook in the warm elixir of his loins. Its stimulating effects were just as apparent as last time.\n\nSuddenly the hands on her hips tightened and Olivia found herself flying. Up and over, she floated above Nick's tip and was then carefully lowered. Nick's aim was true. Her lips greeted the familiar form and flared out around it as they enjoined again. And again she was in awe of their proportions; it's like going down on a traffic cone. Like before the pain is more than manageable, entwining with the pleasant friction of pushing such a massive object inside her. Her body not only gave way but miraculously adapted to the shape like a sleeve. He might be gigantic but she would remain as tight as the first time and bounce back for more. Through her belly, she could feel the rounded edge of his tip. Her pussy wrapped around the filling girth of his shaft.\n\nThough Nick's hands remained on her hips, he let her work her way down his length at her own pace. A third of the way at first. Then about halfway down. Until she was at the top of his knot. Her body would now accept and even anticipate the changes. His affliction, and its effects, were beautifully contagious. Gripping her tightly, he lifted her up almost off his meat, and then firmly placed her back down. How lusciously her body moved when he was in her. How hot and tight and wet she was deep on the inside. Olivia gasped and quivered, placing her hands atop his to keep herself balanced. He dipped her roughly again. And once more, giving her a chance to protest. When each time her response was a deep, sensual moan, complete with a lolling tongue, it was the best affirmation Nick could receive.\n\nA squelching pounding filled their room as Nick let his urges play. Olivia was tossed up and down and into the air upon his cock, her body constantly fluctuating in shape as his cock thrust up into her. “Oh god! Nick. God!” Olivia shouted, her legs and feet kicking out. It was a full-body workout just to keep herself from getting whiplash. With his fingers locked around her midsection, he fucked her like a toy. Her ass bounced more and more forcibly upon his knot. Finally, he warned her with a growl and with a hard drop he roughly shoved his enormity into her, knot and all.\n\nInstantly stuffed to her limit, Olivia's entire person seized up. Her insides hugged Nick's cock as it erupted with a warmth that seemed to spread all the way into her toes. Beneath her, his balls tensed with a powerful throbbing that was in-sync with the throbbing deep within her. She's as tight around his true base as a sealed cap. Pushed down into a crotch, she was close enough to lean down and massage the massive orbs. To further relieve him of the heavy cream that is currently being pumped directly into her distending womb. The way her body adapted to that added volume only encouraged the waves upon crashing waves of delight to overwhelm her.\n\nEven though Nick felt himself spent this round, Mrs. Otterton continued to knead his balls like two pillows. Sad to have her stop, he tried to lift her up and off himself. Her pussy achingly tugged at him, sucking at his knot. But like Carrots before her, with two gentle pulls she released him with a pop. Being unsheathed, having that mass of his essence exit her pulsing womb and pussy induced her to wriggle in his hands. “O-oh, goodness me! Oh...f-fuck! Oh...goodness...” It was many minutes later before her muscles relaxed and she was as limp as a wet towel in Nick's hands. Ignoring his returning libido, he cradled her against his chest. They both laid down to enjoy the elation of their flesh.\n\nIn the arms of her beastly lover, Olivia unwound in the euphoric pulse of her body. The gathering breath in her chest. The quickening excitement in her belly. The hungry thump of her loins. An orchestra of beats echoing against and into each other. And though she was enjoying this marination of the senses, she could feel her own desire surging below the surface. As if sensing it too, Nick moved. Twisting in his arms with her hands against his chest, she faced him. He froze and looked down at her. Confusion trickled over his usually intense expression.\n\n“Can you, well...dear.” Looking around the room, she pointed to the chair in the corner. “Could you sit there for me...sweetie?”\n\nGently he placed her on the bed and complied. For him, navigating this love session with his own set of fantasies to act out had its own sweet satisfaction, but sweeter still – he was finding out – was bringing to life all the quiet fantasies of his partners. Above all else, he wanted Mrs. Otterton to be in awe of the fun they were having tonight.\n\nIn his original body, the chair would've been more than large enough to accommodate him. Now, however, he filled it in; the armrests brushed up against the fur of his sides and the top of the backrest ended just halfway up his spine. Resting back, legs apart, balls hanging and cock standing at attention, he waited for Mrs. Otterton to make her move. Still on the bed, she appeared to be surprised he'd obeyed her at all. Then she went to him.\n\nFeeling his love leaking down her leg, she knelt to those melon-sized testicles hanging there. They were covered in white fur like the rest of him with a red tuff going down the middle. Weighing one ball in each hand, Olivia found them heavy but soft. Warm against her pads, they moved in subtle ways. Nick let out a quiet sigh that turned into a gentle whistle between his sharp teeth. Olivia was reminded that he was a predator, a carnivore with deadly potential. Yet the Scent that filled the room, filled her head, told her she was more than safe here with him. Chasing that feeling, she shoved her face into the red valley of those balls. Her nose mashed against fur and hide, inhaled the deep musk of cherries and sex there. And she stayed there, rubbing her face in it, until she forced to come up for air.\n\nNext, hands on his thighs, she pulled herself up. She climbed him to get to the right place: standing on his thighs with his cock beneath her. Emmitt had only been permitted to do this with her a handful of times, that little treat that most married couples seemed to lust after. Leveraging one hand on Nick's chest and the other to line him up, she bent down and felt the kiss of his lubricated tip. She panted hotly in his face and her backdoor dilated more and more as she pushed him into her. Nick doesn't move except to squirm, claws eating into the foam of the chair's armrests. Beyond the tip, her anus flexed tightly against his shaft. His flesh was hot against hers, a molten rod of bliss impaling her in a place she never thought so flexible. Wilder still was that she was just getting started. One flex from him and his shaft swelled, sending Olivia's back arching and her legs trembling. Going up, his cock slid against her walls outward and then back in in the other direction as she dipped herself down. She stood there squatting atop him, only able to get about a third of the way down with her hole so pleasantly stretched to what might be her maximum. It's more than enough, she thought with her head swimming. Drool was already dripping from her tongue and onto his chest. Nick leaned forward and let it land on his tongue.\n\nWith every squat she went a little harder, a little deeper. She picked up speed, her thighs burning. Again her tail has a mind of its own as it went down to find the lower half of Nick's cock. Wrapped tightly around it, her tail stroked his cock in tandem with her movements. Her pace became increasingly frantic as she chased a feeling and her insides jostled in and out of place with each dip and dive. In ordinary circumstances this would be concerning, but needless to say what was happening in the current moment (not to mention in her mind which overflowd with lewd ideas) was all beyond what she could have imagined hours before. That amazement was then – her pace had reached a pitch – superseded by her climax, a flare of raw ecstasy that rocketed up her spine and exploded outward. Looking straight at tiny pleasure-strikened otter mounting him and her tail clutching desperately around his shaft, as if by command, Nick injected his hot goodness deep into her tailhole. That was enough to send Olivia squirting. Her pussy gushed a stream of clear fluids to pelt Nick's washboard stomach. “Yes! Oh goodness me, oh fuck yes! Yes!” she squealed. Her anus was clamped around on his cock like a nossle.\n\nStraining upward, Nick's tip popped out of her asshole like a cork, and like frothy champagne a hot jet of cum flowed out of her. Across the room on the opposite wall hung the large mirror. When Olivia looked, she found it was exquisitely and intentionally placed. She took a moment to relish the scene she saw in it: Her atop Nick, barely able to keep her legs from buckling, her tail moved aside to show her ass in the air as milky trails dribble out of her open asshole. She's almost proud of herself, how luscious she looked, how gaping her tailhole was. Reaching back, she tested the sore rubbery flesh. She stretched it and felt only bliss from the tension. And without warning she then felt her feet leave Nick's thighs.\n\nShe found herself in Nick's hands once more. There's no strain in his hold, how effortlessly and tenderly he held her. Still sitting in his chair, he carefully he switched her around until she was looking down at his glazed cock and him at her genitals. “Oh, wai-what?” Olivia tried to get her bearings, planting her hands on Nick's belly. Then Nick's tongue, that hot slab of silky muscle, lapped against her pussy and drew itself over her asshole. “O-oh,” she gasped, her airborne toes twitching. How dirty this seemed, and right after he'd deposited himself into her, but she let him do as he pleased.\n\nWhat followed can only be described as a full-body tongue-bath. He almost held her like a piece of meat but the way he ran his tongue along her body – over her chest, along her back, belly, ass, and pussy, sucking here, nipping there, tasting her, drinking her in – was an act of carnal love. And he was ever mindful of his teeth. How his hot breath splashed across her cheek while this fox's tongue wrapped beneath her chin was, needless to say, a most unique experience for the otter.\n\n“T-thank you,” she smiled up at Nick, slathered with his saliva. “And not that I don't appreciate your efforts but, uh...I think I'm gonna have to have a more thorough cleaning.” She realized this is the most she has spoken to Nick since the start of their liaison. Nick declined to answer except in action. He picked her up off him and put her down onto her feet. He stood there almost awkwardly, waiting for her to do something. Then Olivia grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom.\n\nWhite tile and blue walls. The shower was a rectangular stall enclosed with clear glass and was more than big enough for the two of them. While Olivia stood beneath the hot blast of water, Nick waited behind her and let the water run down his front in thick streams. She rubbed deep into her fur and the heat was heaven on her sore muscles. All the while, however, she could feel tight knots of need building up in her lower region. She paid quick glances at the monster with his tempting cock looming behind her. Runnels of water drew down it's length, along its cumvein, indistinguishable from its clear precum. She started with little playful strokes and tugs, but it did little to sate her desire. Getting a taste, drawing her tongue along its underside, suckling at the throbbing globes of his knot, helped a little. It wasn't long before he was back inside her. With Olivia off the ground, up against the glass, and no less strength in Nick's thrusts as his hips bucked. Her whole body convulsed each time his knot popped in and out of her pussy.\n\n“Please, please...” Olivia moaned, water streaming down her eyelids. “Please, Nick. Finish on me. Finish on my face. All over...I want you all over me. Please.”\n\nNick gave no sign he heard her but a moment later, the shower abruptly stopped. Quickly unsheathing himself, he placed Olivia on the tiles facing him. Water in her eyes, Olivia felt the first hot rope of cum hit her on the forehead, leaving a glazed trail across her muzzle. She immediately opened her mouth; it was almost by instinct. The subsequent blasts landed above her right eye, right on her nose, on her left eyelid and tongue. Streaks dripped down her cheeks, lips, chin. She did her best to get most of it in her mouth. And yet it kept coming. One wet punch of seed after the other. Soon her face was coated with the stuff. She couldn't see; all she could hear was Nick's sharp breathe and the slick-slap of his incessant stroking. Streams of heavy cream were landing on her chest now, falling to her shoulders, down toward her belly. This is much more than I asked for, she thought. She could feel it working its way down into her fur. She just took it all, so utterly basted and thoroughly warm. With handfuls of cum, her fingers thrust into her pussy. Deep and fast. The orgasms arrived like stormy waves on a pristine beach, one screen of hyper-ecstasy overlapping the other until they all blend together.\n\nAt one point or another, her mind must have gone. Rain fell on her. A virtual torrent of water. She wondered how she got outside only to realize that the shower has been turned back on. She must have been out of it for just a couple of minutes, perhaps a few seconds. She wiped her eyes to look around. However long it was it was enough time for Nick to leave. The bedroom beyond was silent. Now more dirty than before she'd entered the shower, she took her time getting herself completely clean and scrubbed. Inside and out.\n\nIn the bedroom, the window was open. A humid wind with night sounds softly leaked in, but the Scent was still there, lingering. A backup pair of clothing could be found in Olivia's bag. Out in the lobby, she had to wake the lady bat receptionist to give back her cardkey. Outside, the streets were alive with light and movement as ever at this late hour. And Olivia walked home with an untroubled step and a knowing smile.\n\nAt first, the guilt was fierce but short-lived. On this night, her fear has been tamed; she won against her monster. If they ever met again, whenever and wherever their fancy might strike, she knew she'd win again. And again. Forever. She was stronger now. Surer. More complete. The pleasures tasted tonight could be tasted again and most importantly, she was bringing them home with her. To be shared with Emmitt. And he'll love her all the more for it.\n\nAt their home, hand on the doorknob, she wondered if she could keep it a secret. Her husband wasn't dumb. Will he catch her first? How could she even explain it? What might he ask or say or do? A few steps into the living room, high heels off and in-hand, the questions vanished.\n\nThe record player was on and the record on top was at its end, repeating the last drawn out note of a piano. She picked up the needle and turned it off. On the table next to Emmitt’s empty lounging chair were two drinking glasses. Olivia stared at them, at the liquids inside them. Clear liquid, one with more than the other.\n\nSomething moved. Deeper in the house. The low murmur of voices. It's well past midnight; well past when Emmitt usually retires. Putting down her shoes, Olivia tread down the hallway quietly.\n\nLight leaked from the cracked door to their bedroom. Low voices came forth. Throaty cadences. The repetition of breathing. A wooden creak. Olivia drew closer and peered in.\n\n“How does your first rabbit pussy feel?”\n\nEven before she saw it, she knew. Knew it even before she heard it. The Scent. But it was different, a new variety. So that's why she's shocked to find Emmitt on their bed. Head thrown back with eyes rolling. Mouth stretched in an open smile. Being ridden hard by Officer Judy Hopps. But she's changed. White fur. Colored markings. With bloodshot eyes around irises of amethyst. And those eyes, the Succubus, caught Olivia watching.\n[/section]"
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  "description": "[section=Story]\nThe night was full of velvet seductions and Olivia Otterton's heart quickened. She has crossed into Zootopia's Heat District where all manners of the erotic were permitted. Entryways glowed with ice blue and heaven yellow while windows burned with danger red. The sultry lines of the body were made out in soft shadow, veiled in the thinnest fabric and reflective leather. Temptations were written out in burning neon. Smoke, scents, and music conjoined into a balmy haze that tickled all of Mrs. Otterton's senses. Men and women of all species leered from doorways and balconies up above, tracing her path. The impulse to turn back was real but she braved their stares and strange odors. The teasing calls close-by. She focused on her mission this night: to catch and confront the beast that has been stalking her.\nIt's been there for the past few days, just on the edge of her awareness. Those errant footsteps nearby. The shadowy movements flitting in the corner of her vision. That funny feeling in the pit of her stomach which made her fur want to stand on end. And the smell...that was the most memorable thing about it. A cinnamon aroma chased by cherry. At the end of the day, however, no one else around seemed to notice. There were no other clues that something was off. She could point to nothing exact except her suspicions, the way her scenes seemed to perceive someone watching her. She was sure of it but wrote it up as nerves.\n\nThe effects of what happened a year ago still persisted. The anxiety of her husband Emmitt's disappearance (and what was soon revealed to be a kidnapping.) The short-lived relief of his subsequent rescue which then turned into horror when they brought him back in what appeared to be a permanent “Savage” state which was then followed by joy when Emmitt was finally cured. And that's not mentioning all the political upheaval before, during, and after all that had happened. All within the span of a few days. But most thankfully things were now quiet. Zootopia churned with its usual bustle. But Olivia still remembered those days of terrible waiting, suffocating confusion. All encompassing anxiety.\n\nFor tonight her story for Emmitt had been that she was having a girl's night out. He hadn't questioned it. He'd actually welcomed it, taking it as a sign that they were both finally getting back to the fun parts of their respective lives. With both the kids staying over at their cousins', Emmitt could watch some TV, read a book. Perhaps he'd get back to his model planes like he did before. He wouldn't worry, he'd said and kissed her before she left. But she knew he'd worry regardless. Even now, she worried for herself on this night.\n\nDespite this – even though this phantom presence, so strange and uninvited, perplexed her so – its scent came with a quiet comfort. That smell, reminiscent of cherries and something burning, not only did it calm her in a striking way but it also aroused her. To an annoying degree. Besides her own swirling fears and suspicions, that first encounter had brought on a certain anticipation. It'd happened on her way home from work. She'd seen nothing, but the Scent had been there. On the train it'd gotten her so worked up, it had her panting and wet. Bursting through the front door of their house, so very thankfully Emmitt was home early and the kids were out playing. So when she mounted her husband in the living room, it was a surprise to both of them. This hadn't been routine sex, borne out of boredom or an occasion. It was random, wild, rude lovemaking. Only then did Olivia know it was real. This thing, this presence that had attached itself to her. One night later on, the scent wafted on the night air through their bedroom window. Emmitt hadn't complained when she'd roused him from his sleep to fuck. Something of the Nighthowler still lingered within him, and sometimes it could be brought out in those special moments. Olivia liked that. From that night on, just from that scent alone, she was clued in on the prowler's intent.\n\nRowdy noises floated through rustling curtains above. Bright shops displayed all sorts of paraphernalia, prophylactics, and the most exotic aphrodisiacs. However curious she was, Olivia didn't need any of those colorful bottles with dubious liquids. The Scent, more potent than anything she could purchase, was now weaving through her head like dark magic. When she placed her hand on her lower belly, though her dress and fur her hide was hot to the touch. She had her shadow and her heart was racing. Her loins were aflame. This time she played the predator, leading her prey into a trap.\n\nFurther down this thoroughfare was a three-storied love hotel called the Velvet Den, a place that catered to small-to-large-sized citizens. She'd checked it out a few days before on her phone and found this block wasn't too deserted or too close to the more popular venues. If there was trouble, she should be able to get help. But if all went well, there wouldn't be much of an audience.\n\nInside the Velvet Den, the teller, a lithe bat with powder blue eye shadow took her cash and handed her the keycard to her room. 203. Despite the loud color scheme inside, it was a subdued place. The corridors were empty and no one was lingering outside their rooms. The carpet was clean and the amorous noises coming through the walls were just quiet enough. Just right for her.\n\nHer room had pink walls and was lined with pink carpet while the curtains and bedding were a gentle purple. A large mirror hung on one wall to her right and a single chair sat in a corner on the opposite wall. A overhead light cast a dim gold light. A large TV was mounted on the wall before the bed, currently playing trailers for various porn movies. After turning it off and giving the room a quick look-through – she can't stop shaking, can't believe she's here – she opened the door and left it cracked. Placing her purse and bag on the nightstand, she climbed up onto the bed. Sitting with her feet crossing and hanging, she watched the door.\n\nThe Scent soon grew more intense. She'd almost forgotten it was there. Now it couldn't be ignored, making her head feel like a ball of staticy wool. Her chest was a living drum, its needy vibrations rippling down her belly and into her crotch. Her tail twitched.\n\nThe door opened soundlessly on its hinges, revealing her prowler. It filled the door frame, tall and especially wide. It had to turn its shoulders to get inside. Bloodshot eyes leered at her with unblinking intensity. As her prowler closed the door behind it, Olivia oddly began to question how it got past the teller. She had a hunch that this thing, this beast, has no need to sneak through windows. The Scent, she theorized, was multipurpose. While in public, when its musk prevailed upon the air, those around her were affected in ways besides arousal. They grew visibly drowsy, unfocused. In a cafe the elk cashier seemed distracted, and Olivia had to politely speak up to a glazed-eyed bear who was just standing there holding the cream. This beast could possibly come and go whenever and wherever it pleased. Perhaps even if seen, it could make people just not care.\n\nHer shadow now revealed, Olivia's first reaction was awe. When it opened its mouth, its panting breath turned in a hiss that made her flinch. In the dim light of the room, its bloodshot eyes were almost crimson. Its muscles were distinct beneath white fur and the fur was painted with crescents and arcs like fearsome scars. The ones on its chest formed eyes with a staring, pinprick pupils. Each fingertip was crowned with a red claw. Red quills studded its shoulders and neck. And she could see it was male. Between thighs as thick as logs, a pair of huge, fluffy balls hung beneath an equally large phallus, which jutted erect into the air. Clear precum gushed from its tip. Some flew to the carpet while the rest dripped down the monster's length.\n\nLocking eyes with it, Olivia couldn't help but compare it to how Emmitt was before. Teeth bared, muzzle crinkled, pupils like black wells that eclipsed the iris. The profane expression. It just stood there, letting her drink it in. Olivia's response was awe. It was not at all what she expected. She didn't know exactly what she'd imagined. A perfumed stranger in a suit? A mysterious figure in a coat? But this...it left her frozen with surprise. And then it rushed at her.\n\nIn that brief second, Olivia's awe turned to blind fear and she gasped. Yet the fear soon left her. Her head was infused with the Scent and written on it was a singular purpose, one which Olivia was just now starting to understand. Now on her back in the beast's soft shadow she stared up into its face and saw all the close-up details: the pores of its purple nose, the green of its eyes. And it's at that point she realizes who this was. The fox that had assisted Officer Hopps. One of the two that had both rescued and helped cure her Emmitt from the Nighthowler drug. Wilde. Nick. Nick Wilde. But this couldn't actually be him, she thought. Nick had red fur with a creamy underbelly. He'd been taller than her, taller than Officer Hopps. But this one...he was massive, dangerous. As big as lion! Yet the face...the shape of the ears and head...it was a fox, just quadruple in size, at least. She couldn't understand this transformation of him, but now that she'd noticed it, the conclusion felt undeniable. The Scent, therein laid the most damning evidence. Deep in it was a similarity that felt vague yet concrete enough for her to believe it: This beast was Nick Wilde, and tonight he'd come for her. Hungered for her so badly his body quaked and shook the bed. Cutting off his growl, he closed his mouth and drew close as if to invite her.\n\nCarefully, quiveringly, Olivia leaned up and pressed her lips against his. His were so hot, almost feverish. Perhaps he's sick, she thought. Maybe this was an effect of the Nighthowler drug. The questions swirling in her head soon dissipated as their lips opened and their tongues touched. Hotter now. Wetter. They managed to negotiate the differences in the size and shape of their muzzles. Tongues played and twisted, testing one another's strength and texture. At one point, so excited was he, that he lapped against her nose, her cheeks. All over her face. Olivia drew little shapes on his tongue, suckled on and tasted the living muscle. Before when him and Judy had saved her Emmitt, she'd thanked them with a profuse and genuine heart. This time, however, she really wanted to thank Nick. Thoroughly.\n\nWhen Olivia had gotten dressed for tonight – even now she couldn't explain the impulse – she had decided not to wear any underwear. Perhaps she knew she wouldn't need any. So when Nick got to nibbling at her neck, she looked down to see he had already hiked up her dress to her hips. Her legs were spread to display her glistening, puffed-out pussy. And though her thighs were slick with her own wetness, Nick's overexcited cock had added its own: Beads of precum had landed on her dress, thighs, and crotch. Possessed of their own distinct musk, she could feel these tiny points of warmth sink down through her fur to be absorbed into pores of her hide. She doesn't know how she could be so certain of this, like with the Scent, but any doubt was obliterated. The precum's effects, she found, were immediate.\nHer libido was sent through the ceiling and into orbit. Where before it had been an intolerable stirring in her lower parts, it was now a roiling storm of utter need.\n\nBriefly Nick parted from Olivia to give her a look-over. He wanted to make sure she was ready. Her breathing was a series of hot puffs to his face. Her hips churned in tight circles, back and forth. When she looked at him with her green eyes, her pupils were wide pools. Her nodding was apparent. While he pulled her dress fully off, her shoes to made muffled impacts on the floor. And all the while she was licking her lips.\nTonight, Nick was a little more in control of his urges. All his newfangled instincts were telling him to go at her with all his Savage strength, yet he resisted like all those instances before when he wanted nothing more than to mount her in an alleyway or a deserted park. Tonight I'll be under control, he told himself. Deliberate. Mrs. Otterton's body burned with an overwhelming heat he knew too well.\n\nHe lowered himself off the bed, knees to the carpet. With each hand holding a thigh, he pressed his nose above her pussy. There he inhaled her scent, this mature, flowery odor complimented by her added wetness. A growl rumbled from his throat and telegraphed into her genitals, making her moan. A hand pushed against his muzzle as if to push him away, but Nick knew it thrilled her. He then began his licks. Long, firm lashes of the tongue that covered her lips, drew over her clit. He licked her like he would a cherry ice pop. Salt and aroma and a secret sweetness. He drank down what she gave him. And what he gave her was a stunting pleasure that wanted to get at her core.\n\nOlivia felt him go deep. His tongue pressed inward and she folded in around him. Her insides hugged this malleable appendage of his as it twisted and lapped hard against her drenched walls. Held by her thighs, she writhed against the mattress, hands clutching the sheets. She could feel it stretching inside her further. Looking down, she saw the threatening maw of sharp teeth and purple gums, and the purple tongue sliding between them to feed into her welcoming pussy. Suddenly something twitched and her tunnel hugged around his tongue. Her prehensile tail wrapped around his throat. Her climax was a full-body burst of ecstasy and in its shockwave her mind went blank and her nerves sizzled.\n\nIn her haze, she wondered how loudly she'd moaned. She'd said a word but cannot recall what it was. Her body before had been as tense as a rubberband pulled to its limit, and inevitably that rubberband had snapped. Now she was left tingling, overheated, and raw. Her afterglow was running laps through her body in time with her heartbeat. Little errant twitches came and went. She stared into a pink void, drooling, until it formed into a ceiling and she remembered where she was, what she was doing, and who she was with. For a small moment she'd drifted asleep. Only to awaken back into a dream with a very large fox kneeling before her, kneading her hips and laying little kisses onto her belly.\n\nBelow her, Nick got to his feet. His intimidating size begged the same question about what caused this drastic change in him, yet she was more than happy to let it go for now. For in the moment she could feel her hunger for him rebounding at a rate that surprised her. It almost scared her but her fear drifted off on the tide of her swelling desire. She opened herself up to him, ready to receive him again.\n\nAligning himself with her, her pussy lips bloomed as he pressed his tip inside. It continued to gush precum, lubing his path into her tight entrance. He was huge, especially for Olivia Otterton. She wasn't made for a fox like him, but normally they could manage. Now, however, in this form it was better to go the slow, firmly. Olivia could feel her whole body gently rearrange itself to accommodate his mass. The expression on her face betrayed her shock at this development. And beyond being felt, it can be seen too with that bulge rising against her cream-colored belly fur. This was Nick's gift and it was definitely one that kept on giving.\n\nThere was no pain, no damage being done. Even if the potential of harm approached, he could reduce his size by instinct in an instance. Her pleasure was his pleasure and vice versa. Like reflections bouncing between two mirrors facing each other. But that wasn't to say there was a total absence of pain. What discomfort there was, however, was negotiable. And by all accounts it actually complimented the pleasure received.\n\nSo when Nick slowly fed himself into Mrs. Otterton – her eyes going wide, mouth agape – it felt so good to both of them. Pulling out, her belly deflated, only to expand again when Nick thrust himself into her. Down a little further, more and more until she's at his knot. So small was she that when he grasped her waist, he could interlace his fingertips around her back. Holding her like this, his pace quickened. Mrs. Otterton was tossed to and fro upon his huge member, her pussy lips kissing his knot each time she descended. Above the incessant wet pounding that filled their room, Olivia's moans were incredulous. “Oh, oh, oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes going up into the back of her head. That look, coupling with the insane tightness of her most special place, egged Nick on. And for a brief lapse, he lost his grip on the wildfire of his desires. He didn't just want to have sex with Mrs. Otterton. He wanted to fuck her.\n\nIn one fluid motion he pulled himself out, twisted Olivia around to lay on her front, and firmly reinserted himself into her still gaping pussy. Though the sudden change in position caused a startled squeak to escape her, Olivia was already adapting to it. She looked over her shoulder at him with wanting eyes. With one hand clasped over the small of her back, Nick held her in place upon his massive length. He returned to his thrusting. With added gusto.\n\nGripping the cherry blossom-colored sheets, the feeling of being repeatedly filled and disengaged was beyond anything Olivia had experienced before. As strange as it was at the beginning, she learned how perfect it felt and was amazed at how quickly her body became so acclimated to such a large object throttling her insides. There was pain on the border of her sensations, but a type she could glorify in, savor while occupying her vast core was a burning pleasure. Every time Nick sliped in and his tip bumped up against her womb, she felt complete. And each time he pulled out, the feeling of her body falling back to its original shape was pure euphoria. Every time his throbbing knot bumped her ass and his swinging balls landed against her crotch, it sent an one-two ripple through her entire body. Down her limbs, into her fingers and toes, through the mattress and into the floor. She wanted to see how far she could go.\n\nHer tail was reaching again. Sightlessly it found the globe of Nick's knot, wrapped around the bottom of it, and squeezed tightly. She heard the beast gasp, felt his hips buck savagely once more, and let out a roar like an oak tree splintering as it's felled. Her own climax was as if every hair upon her hide stood straight up, from her genitals to her belly and chest, all the way to the tiny bristles on her ears, to ring in rapturous harmony. Her body expanded as Nick fully hilted himself into her and expanded further to make room for his hot load. Her hungry womb took what it could before it overflowed. The rest was expelled on the sheets and splattered onto the floor. Such a shame, she thought at first, we've made such a mess. But then again, I want to see how much of a mess we can make in this small room of ours.\nComing out of the reverie of her orgasm, Olivia got to her hands and knees. Just those subtle movements evoked a curious reaction inside her. Touching her belly, she found it had inflated several times larger. Leaning this or that way elicited a sloshing sensation. Her body, she realized, was still cradling a massive amount of Nick's seed. Flexing her lower muscles caused the reservoir of cum to leave her as an gushing cascade. It coated her ass, thighs, and legs, splattering all onto the bed behind her and the floor below. Such a rush of fluids triggered another orgasm that sent her quivering, amazed at how she could have one on top of another like this.\n\nPanting and feeling her body pulse with absolute satisfaction, she turned around to view the aftermath. Sheet and carpet alike were coated in copious amounts of ejaculate, the fabrics darkening as they drank it in. And the smell... An organic fragrance that Olivia's head swam in. It brought on an urge she couldn't help but follow through on.\n\nReversing her position, she leaned down and began to lap at the huge dollops of cum resting on the bed sheets. It ran thickly over her pink tongue, containing a bitterness that hid a note of meatiness as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Unconcerned for how dirty hotel rooms can be – not to mention ones where escapades like theirs take place – she tried to suckle what morsels she could from the fabric. Before long her nose, muzzle, her entire face was sticky with Nick's potent seed. Just as the temptation of doing the same to the pools on the floor entered her mind, she remembered her lover. He was still standing there, his cock ever engorged and still slick with cum, as if waiting for her to do what she just did to those sheets.\n\nWith her small hands and even smaller mouth, she did her best to thoroughly remove that layer of glaze from his supple flesh. She's almost automatic in her technique, repeatedly drawing her tongue up his hot red member in quick rows. Like painting a wall or licking a bowl of pudding clean. Before long Olivia has had a few more mouthfuls to savor and swallow. Then she felt a huge hand cup the side of her head.\nNick's look was both quiet and intense as a thumb caressed her cheek, careful of his red-tipped claw. The hand ran down her arm to hold her hand. He held it as he walked around to the foot of the bed, her knees surfing over rumpled sheets as she turned with him. Joining her on the bed, he laid on his back and pulled her on top. Faced away from him, Olivia found Nick's massive cock pressed against her entire front. She put both hands on it. Its girth was about as thick as her waist. It's a spire pulsing in time with his heartbeat, spurting a river of clear lubrication from its tip. Wrapping her lips around that tip, Olivia partook in the warm elixir of his loins. Its stimulating effects were just as apparent as last time.\n\nSuddenly the hands on her hips tightened and Olivia found herself flying. Up and over, she floated above Nick's tip and was then carefully lowered. Nick's aim was true. Her lips greeted the familiar form and flared out around it as they enjoined again. And again she was in awe of their proportions; it's like going down on a traffic cone. Like before the pain is more than manageable, entwining with the pleasant friction of pushing such a massive object inside her. Her body not only gave way but miraculously adapted to the shape like a sleeve. He might be gigantic but she would remain as tight as the first time and bounce back for more. Through her belly, she could feel the rounded edge of his tip. Her pussy wrapped around the filling girth of his shaft.\n\nThough Nick's hands remained on her hips, he let her work her way down his length at her own pace. A third of the way at first. Then about halfway down. Until she was at the top of his knot. Her body would now accept and even anticipate the changes. His affliction, and its effects, were beautifully contagious. Gripping her tightly, he lifted her up almost off his meat, and then firmly placed her back down. How lusciously her body moved when he was in her. How hot and tight and wet she was deep on the inside. Olivia gasped and quivered, placing her hands atop his to keep herself balanced. He dipped her roughly again. And once more, giving her a chance to protest. When each time her response was a deep, sensual moan, complete with a lolling tongue, it was the best affirmation Nick could receive.\n\nA squelching pounding filled their room as Nick let his urges play. Olivia was tossed up and down and into the air upon his cock, her body constantly fluctuating in shape as his cock thrust up into her. “Oh god! Nick. God!” Olivia shouted, her legs and feet kicking out. It was a full-body workout just to keep herself from getting whiplash. With his fingers locked around her midsection, he fucked her like a toy. Her ass bounced more and more forcibly upon his knot. Finally, he warned her with a growl and with a hard drop he roughly shoved his enormity into her, knot and all.\n\nInstantly stuffed to her limit, Olivia's entire person seized up. Her insides hugged Nick's cock as it erupted with a warmth that seemed to spread all the way into her toes. Beneath her, his balls tensed with a powerful throbbing that was in-sync with the throbbing deep within her. She's as tight around his true base as a sealed cap. Pushed down into a crotch, she was close enough to lean down and massage the massive orbs. To further relieve him of the heavy cream that is currently being pumped directly into her distending womb. The way her body adapted to that added volume only encouraged the waves upon crashing waves of delight to overwhelm her.\n\nEven though Nick felt himself spent this round, Mrs. Otterton continued to knead his balls like two pillows. Sad to have her stop, he tried to lift her up and off himself. Her pussy achingly tugged at him, sucking at his knot. But like Carrots before her, with two gentle pulls she released him with a pop. Being unsheathed, having that mass of his essence exit her pulsing womb and pussy induced her to wriggle in his hands. “O-oh, goodness me! Oh...f-fuck! Oh...goodness...” It was many minutes later before her muscles relaxed and she was as limp as a wet towel in Nick's hands. Ignoring his returning libido, he cradled her against his chest. They both laid down to enjoy the elation of their flesh.\n\nIn the arms of her beastly lover, Olivia unwound in the euphoric pulse of her body. The gathering breath in her chest. The quickening excitement in her belly. The hungry thump of her loins. An orchestra of beats echoing against and into each other. And though she was enjoying this marination of the senses, she could feel her own desire surging below the surface. As if sensing it too, Nick moved. Twisting in his arms with her hands against his chest, she faced him. He froze and looked down at her. Confusion trickled over his usually intense expression.\n\n“Can you, well...dear.” Looking around the room, she pointed to the chair in the corner. “Could you sit there for me...sweetie?”\n\nGently he placed her on the bed and complied. For him, navigating this love session with his own set of fantasies to act out had its own sweet satisfaction, but sweeter still – he was finding out – was bringing to life all the quiet fantasies of his partners. Above all else, he wanted Mrs. Otterton to be in awe of the fun they were having tonight.\n\nIn his original body, the chair would've been more than large enough to accommodate him. Now, however, he filled it in; the armrests brushed up against the fur of his sides and the top of the backrest ended just halfway up his spine. Resting back, legs apart, balls hanging and cock standing at attention, he waited for Mrs. Otterton to make her move. Still on the bed, she appeared to be surprised he'd obeyed her at all. Then she went to him.\n\nFeeling his love leaking down her leg, she knelt to those melon-sized testicles hanging there. They were covered in white fur like the rest of him with a red tuff going down the middle. Weighing one ball in each hand, Olivia found them heavy but soft. Warm against her pads, they moved in subtle ways. Nick let out a quiet sigh that turned into a gentle whistle between his sharp teeth. Olivia was reminded that he was a predator, a carnivore with deadly potential. Yet the Scent that filled the room, filled her head, told her she was more than safe here with him. Chasing that feeling, she shoved her face into the red valley of those balls. Her nose mashed against fur and hide, inhaled the deep musk of cherries and sex there. And she stayed there, rubbing her face in it, until she forced to come up for air.\n\nNext, hands on his thighs, she pulled herself up. She climbed him to get to the right place: standing on his thighs with his cock beneath her. Emmitt had only been permitted to do this with her a handful of times, that little treat that most married couples seemed to lust after. Leveraging one hand on Nick's chest and the other to line him up, she bent down and felt the kiss of his lubricated tip. She panted hotly in his face and her backdoor dilated more and more as she pushed him into her. Nick doesn't move except to squirm, claws eating into the foam of the chair's armrests. Beyond the tip, her anus flexed tightly against his shaft. His flesh was hot against hers, a molten rod of bliss impaling her in a place she never thought so flexible. Wilder still was that she was just getting started. One flex from him and his shaft swelled, sending Olivia's back arching and her legs trembling. Going up, his cock slid against her walls outward and then back in in the other direction as she dipped herself down. She stood there squatting atop him, only able to get about a third of the way down with her hole so pleasantly stretched to what might be her maximum. It's more than enough, she thought with her head swimming. Drool was already dripping from her tongue and onto his chest. Nick leaned forward and let it land on his tongue.\n\nWith every squat she went a little harder, a little deeper. She picked up speed, her thighs burning. Again her tail has a mind of its own as it went down to find the lower half of Nick's cock. Wrapped tightly around it, her tail stroked his cock in tandem with her movements. Her pace became increasingly frantic as she chased a feeling and her insides jostled in and out of place with each dip and dive. In ordinary circumstances this would be concerning, but needless to say what was happening in the current moment (not to mention in her mind which overflowd with lewd ideas) was all beyond what she could have imagined hours before. That amazement was then – her pace had reached a pitch – superseded by her climax, a flare of raw ecstasy that rocketed up her spine and exploded outward. Looking straight at tiny pleasure-strikened otter mounting him and her tail clutching desperately around his shaft, as if by command, Nick injected his hot goodness deep into her tailhole. That was enough to send Olivia squirting. Her pussy gushed a stream of clear fluids to pelt Nick's washboard stomach. “Yes! Oh goodness me, oh fuck yes! Yes!” she squealed. Her anus was clamped around on his cock like a nossle.\n\nStraining upward, Nick's tip popped out of her asshole like a cork, and like frothy champagne a hot jet of cum flowed out of her. Across the room on the opposite wall hung the large mirror. When Olivia looked, she found it was exquisitely and intentionally placed. She took a moment to relish the scene she saw in it: Her atop Nick, barely able to keep her legs from buckling, her tail moved aside to show her ass in the air as milky trails dribble out of her open asshole. She's almost proud of herself, how luscious she looked, how gaping her tailhole was. Reaching back, she tested the sore rubbery flesh. She stretched it and felt only bliss from the tension. And without warning she then felt her feet leave Nick's thighs.\n\nShe found herself in Nick's hands once more. There's no strain in his hold, how effortlessly and tenderly he held her. Still sitting in his chair, he carefully he switched her around until she was looking down at his glazed cock and him at her genitals. “Oh, wai-what?” Olivia tried to get her bearings, planting her hands on Nick's belly. Then Nick's tongue, that hot slab of silky muscle, lapped against her pussy and drew itself over her asshole. “O-oh,” she gasped, her airborne toes twitching. How dirty this seemed, and right after he'd deposited himself into her, but she let him do as he pleased.\n\nWhat followed can only be described as a full-body tongue-bath. He almost held her like a piece of meat but the way he ran his tongue along her body – over her chest, along her back, belly, ass, and pussy, sucking here, nipping there, tasting her, drinking her in – was an act of carnal love. And he was ever mindful of his teeth. How his hot breath splashed across her cheek while this fox's tongue wrapped beneath her chin was, needless to say, a most unique experience for the otter.\n\n“T-thank you,” she smiled up at Nick, slathered with his saliva. “And not that I don't appreciate your efforts but, uh...I think I'm gonna have to have a more thorough cleaning.” She realized this is the most she has spoken to Nick since the start of their liaison. Nick declined to answer except in action. He picked her up off him and put her down onto her feet. He stood there almost awkwardly, waiting for her to do something. Then Olivia grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom.\n\nWhite tile and blue walls. The shower was a rectangular stall enclosed with clear glass and was more than big enough for the two of them. While Olivia stood beneath the hot blast of water, Nick waited behind her and let the water run down his front in thick streams. She rubbed deep into her fur and the heat was heaven on her sore muscles. All the while, however, she could feel tight knots of need building up in her lower region. She paid quick glances at the monster with his tempting cock looming behind her. Runnels of water drew down it's length, along its cumvein, indistinguishable from its clear precum. She started with little playful strokes and tugs, but it did little to sate her desire. Getting a taste, drawing her tongue along its underside, suckling at the throbbing globes of his knot, helped a little. It wasn't long before he was back inside her. With Olivia off the ground, up against the glass, and no less strength in Nick's thrusts as his hips bucked. Her whole body convulsed each time his knot popped in and out of her pussy.\n\n“Please, please...” Olivia moaned, water streaming down her eyelids. “Please, Nick. Finish on me. Finish on my face. All over...I want you all over me. Please.”\n\nNick gave no sign he heard her but a moment later, the shower abruptly stopped. Quickly unsheathing himself, he placed Olivia on the tiles facing him. Water in her eyes, Olivia felt the first hot rope of cum hit her on the forehead, leaving a glazed trail across her muzzle. She immediately opened her mouth; it was almost by instinct. The subsequent blasts landed above her right eye, right on her nose, on her left eyelid and tongue. Streaks dripped down her cheeks, lips, chin. She did her best to get most of it in her mouth. And yet it kept coming. One wet punch of seed after the other. Soon her face was coated with the stuff. She couldn't see; all she could hear was Nick's sharp breathe and the slick-slap of his incessant stroking. Streams of heavy cream were landing on her chest now, falling to her shoulders, down toward her belly. This is much more than I asked for, she thought. She could feel it working its way down into her fur. She just took it all, so utterly basted and thoroughly warm. With handfuls of cum, her fingers thrust into her pussy. Deep and fast. The orgasms arrived like stormy waves on a pristine beach, one screen of hyper-ecstasy overlapping the other until they all blend together.\n\nAt one point or another, her mind must have gone. Rain fell on her. A virtual torrent of water. She wondered how she got outside only to realize that the shower has been turned back on. She must have been out of it for just a couple of minutes, perhaps a few seconds. She wiped her eyes to look around. However long it was it was enough time for Nick to leave. The bedroom beyond was silent. Now more dirty than before she'd entered the shower, she took her time getting herself completely clean and scrubbed. Inside and out.\n\nIn the bedroom, the window was open. A humid wind with night sounds softly leaked in, but the Scent was still there, lingering. A backup pair of clothing could be found in Olivia's bag. Out in the lobby, she had to wake the lady bat receptionist to give back her cardkey. Outside, the streets were alive with light and movement as ever at this late hour. And Olivia walked home with an untroubled step and a knowing smile.\n\nAt first, the guilt was fierce but short-lived. On this night, her fear has been tamed; she won against her monster. If they ever met again, whenever and wherever their fancy might strike, she knew she'd win again. And again. Forever. She was stronger now. Surer. More complete. The pleasures tasted tonight could be tasted again and most importantly, she was bringing them home with her. To be shared with Emmitt. And he'll love her all the more for it.\n\nAt their home, hand on the doorknob, she wondered if she could keep it a secret. Her husband wasn't dumb. Will he catch her first? How could she even explain it? What might he ask or say or do? A few steps into the living room, high heels off and in-hand, the questions vanished.\n\nThe record player was on and the record on top was at its end, repeating the last drawn out note of a piano. She picked up the needle and turned it off. On the table next to Emmitt’s empty lounging chair were two drinking glasses. Olivia stared at them, at the liquids inside them. Clear liquid, one with more than the other.\n\nSomething moved. Deeper in the house. The low murmur of voices. It's well past midnight; well past when Emmitt usually retires. Putting down her shoes, Olivia tread down the hallway quietly.\n\nLight leaked from the cracked door to their bedroom. Low voices came forth. Throaty cadences. The repetition of breathing. A wooden creak. Olivia drew closer and peered in.\n\n“How does your first rabbit pussy feel?”\n\nEven before she saw it, she knew. 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  "description": "[section=Story]\nThe night was full of velvet seductions and Olivia Otterton's heart quickened. She has crossed into Zootopia's Heat District where all manners of the erotic were permitted. Entryways glowed with ice blue and heaven yellow while windows burned with danger red. The sultry lines of the body were made out in soft shadow, veiled in the thinnest fabric and reflective leather. Temptations were written out in burning neon. Smoke, scents, and music conjoined into a balmy haze that tickled all of Mrs. Otterton's senses. Men and women of all species leered from doorways and balconies up above, tracing her path. The impulse to turn back was real but she braved their stares and strange odors. The teasing calls close-by. She focused on her mission this night: to catch and confront the beast that has been stalking her.\nIt's been there for the past few days, just on the edge of her awareness. Those errant footsteps nearby. The shadowy movements flitting in the corner of her vision. That funny feeling in the pit of her stomach which made her fur want to stand on end. And the smell...that was the most memorable thing about it. A cinnamon aroma chased by cherry. At the end of the day, however, no one else around seemed to notice. There were no other clues that something was off. She could point to nothing exact except her suspicions, the way her scenes seemed to perceive someone watching her. She was sure of it but wrote it up as nerves.\n\nThe effects of what happened a year ago still persisted. The anxiety of her husband Emmitt's disappearance (and what was soon revealed to be a kidnapping.) The short-lived relief of his subsequent rescue which then turned into horror when they brought him back in what appeared to be a permanent “Savage” state which was then followed by joy when Emmitt was finally cured. And that's not mentioning all the political upheaval before, during, and after all that had happened. All within the span of a few days. But most thankfully things were now quiet. Zootopia churned with its usual bustle. But Olivia still remembered those days of terrible waiting, suffocating confusion. All encompassing anxiety.\n\nFor tonight her story for Emmitt had been that she was having a girl's night out. He hadn't questioned it. He'd actually welcomed it, taking it as a sign that they were both finally getting back to the fun parts of their respective lives. With both the kids staying over at their cousins', Emmitt could watch some TV, read a book. Perhaps he'd get back to his model planes like he did before. He wouldn't worry, he'd said and kissed her before she left. But she knew he'd worry regardless. Even now, she worried for herself on this night.\n\nDespite this – even though this phantom presence, so strange and uninvited, perplexed her so – its scent came with a quiet comfort. That smell, reminiscent of cherries and something burning, not only did it calm her in a striking way but it also aroused her. To an annoying degree. Besides her own swirling fears and suspicions, that first encounter had brought on a certain anticipation. It'd happened on her way home from work. She'd seen nothing, but the Scent had been there. On the train it'd gotten her so worked up, it had her panting and wet. Bursting through the front door of their house, so very thankfully Emmitt was home early and the kids were out playing. So when she mounted her husband in the living room, it was a surprise to both of them. This hadn't been routine sex, borne out of boredom or an occasion. It was random, wild, rude lovemaking. Only then did Olivia know it was real. This thing, this presence that had attached itself to her. One night later on, the scent wafted on the night air through their bedroom window. Emmitt hadn't complained when she'd roused him from his sleep to fuck. Something of the Nighthowler still lingered within him, and sometimes it could be brought out in those special moments. Olivia liked that. From that night on, just from that scent alone, she was clued in on the prowler's intent.\n\nRowdy noises floated through rustling curtains above. Bright shops displayed all sorts of paraphernalia, prophylactics, and the most exotic aphrodisiacs. However curious she was, Olivia didn't need any of those colorful bottles with dubious liquids. The Scent, more potent than anything she could purchase, was now weaving through her head like dark magic. When she placed her hand on her lower belly, though her dress and fur her hide was hot to the touch. She had her shadow and her heart was racing. Her loins were aflame. This time she played the predator, leading her prey into a trap.\n\nFurther down this thoroughfare was a three-storied love hotel called the Velvet Den, a place that catered to small-to-large-sized citizens. She'd checked it out a few days before on her phone and found this block wasn't too deserted or too close to the more popular venues. If there was trouble, she should be able to get help. But if all went well, there wouldn't be much of an audience.\n\nInside the Velvet Den, the teller, a lithe bat with powder blue eye shadow took her cash and handed her the keycard to her room. 203. Despite the loud color scheme inside, it was a subdued place. The corridors were empty and no one was lingering outside their rooms. The carpet was clean and the amorous noises coming through the walls were just quiet enough. Just right for her.\n\nHer room had pink walls and was lined with pink carpet while the curtains and bedding were a gentle purple. A large mirror hung on one wall to her right and a single chair sat in a corner on the opposite wall. A overhead light cast a dim gold light. A large TV was mounted on the wall before the bed, currently playing trailers for various porn movies. After turning it off and giving the room a quick look-through – she can't stop shaking, can't believe she's here – she opened the door and left it cracked. Placing her purse and bag on the nightstand, she climbed up onto the bed. Sitting with her feet crossing and hanging, she watched the door.\n\nThe Scent soon grew more intense. She'd almost forgotten it was there. Now it couldn't be ignored, making her head feel like a ball of staticy wool. Her chest was a living drum, its needy vibrations rippling down her belly and into her crotch. Her tail twitched.\n\nThe door opened soundlessly on its hinges, revealing her prowler. It filled the door frame, tall and especially wide. It had to turn its shoulders to get inside. Bloodshot eyes leered at her with unblinking intensity. As her prowler closed the door behind it, Olivia oddly began to question how it got past the teller. She had a hunch that this thing, this beast, has no need to sneak through windows. The Scent, she theorized, was multipurpose. While in public, when its musk prevailed upon the air, those around her were affected in ways besides arousal. They grew visibly drowsy, unfocused. In a cafe the elk cashier seemed distracted, and Olivia had to politely speak up to a glazed-eyed bear who was just standing there holding the cream. This beast could possibly come and go whenever and wherever it pleased. Perhaps even if seen, it could make people just not care.\n\nHer shadow now revealed, Olivia's first reaction was awe. When it opened its mouth, its panting breath turned in a hiss that made her flinch. In the dim light of the room, its bloodshot eyes were almost crimson. Its muscles were distinct beneath white fur and the fur was painted with crescents and arcs like fearsome scars. The ones on its chest formed eyes with a staring, pinprick pupils. Each fingertip was crowned with a red claw. Red quills studded its shoulders and neck. And she could see it was male. Between thighs as thick as logs, a pair of huge, fluffy balls hung beneath an equally large phallus, which jutted erect into the air. Clear precum gushed from its tip. Some flew to the carpet while the rest dripped down the monster's length.\n\nLocking eyes with it, Olivia couldn't help but compare it to how Emmitt was before. Teeth bared, muzzle crinkled, pupils like black wells that eclipsed the iris. The profane expression. It just stood there, letting her drink it in. Olivia's response was awe. It was not at all what she expected. She didn't know exactly what she'd imagined. A perfumed stranger in a suit? A mysterious figure in a coat? But this...it left her frozen with surprise. And then it rushed at her.\n\nIn that brief second, Olivia's awe turned to blind fear and she gasped. Yet the fear soon left her. Her head was infused with the Scent and written on it was a singular purpose, one which Olivia was just now starting to understand. Now on her back in the beast's soft shadow she stared up into its face and saw all the close-up details: the pores of its purple nose, the green of its eyes. And it's at that point she realizes who this was. The fox that had assisted Officer Hopps. One of the two that had both rescued and helped cure her Emmitt from the Nighthowler drug. Wilde. Nick. Nick Wilde. But this couldn't actually be him, she thought. Nick had red fur with a creamy underbelly. He'd been taller than her, taller than Officer Hopps. But this one...he was massive, dangerous. As big as lion! Yet the face...the shape of the ears and head...it was a fox, just quadruple in size, at least. She couldn't understand this transformation of him, but now that she'd noticed it, the conclusion felt undeniable. The Scent, therein laid the most damning evidence. Deep in it was a similarity that felt vague yet concrete enough for her to believe it: This beast was Nick Wilde, and tonight he'd come for her. Hungered for her so badly his body quaked and shook the bed. Cutting off his growl, he closed his mouth and drew close as if to invite her.\n\nCarefully, quiveringly, Olivia leaned up and pressed her lips against his. His were so hot, almost feverish. Perhaps he's sick, she thought. Maybe this was an effect of the Nighthowler drug. The questions swirling in her head soon dissipated as their lips opened and their tongues touched. Hotter now. Wetter. They managed to negotiate the differences in the size and shape of their muzzles. Tongues played and twisted, testing one another's strength and texture. At one point, so excited was he, that he lapped against her nose, her cheeks. All over her face. Olivia drew little shapes on his tongue, suckled on and tasted the living muscle. Before when him and Judy had saved her Emmitt, she'd thanked them with a profuse and genuine heart. This time, however, she really wanted to thank Nick. Thoroughly.\n\nWhen Olivia had gotten dressed for tonight – even now she couldn't explain the impulse – she had decided not to wear any underwear. Perhaps she knew she wouldn't need any. So when Nick got to nibbling at her neck, she looked down to see he had already hiked up her dress to her hips. Her legs were spread to display her glistening, puffed-out pussy. And though her thighs were slick with her own wetness, Nick's overexcited cock had added its own: Beads of precum had landed on her dress, thighs, and crotch. Possessed of their own distinct musk, she could feel these tiny points of warmth sink down through her fur to be absorbed into pores of her hide. She doesn't know how she could be so certain of this, like with the Scent, but any doubt was obliterated. The precum's effects, she found, were immediate.\nHer libido was sent through the ceiling and into orbit. Where before it had been an intolerable stirring in her lower parts, it was now a roiling storm of utter need.\n\nBriefly Nick parted from Olivia to give her a look-over. He wanted to make sure she was ready. Her breathing was a series of hot puffs to his face. Her hips churned in tight circles, back and forth. When she looked at him with her green eyes, her pupils were wide pools. Her nodding was apparent. While he pulled her dress fully off, her shoes to made muffled impacts on the floor. And all the while she was licking her lips.\nTonight, Nick was a little more in control of his urges. All his newfangled instincts were telling him to go at her with all his Savage strength, yet he resisted like all those instances before when he wanted nothing more than to mount her in an alleyway or a deserted park. Tonight I'll be under control, he told himself. Deliberate. Mrs. Otterton's body burned with an overwhelming heat he knew too well.\n\nHe lowered himself off the bed, knees to the carpet. With each hand holding a thigh, he pressed his nose above her pussy. There he inhaled her scent, this mature, flowery odor complimented by her added wetness. A growl rumbled from his throat and telegraphed into her genitals, making her moan. A hand pushed against his muzzle as if to push him away, but Nick knew it thrilled her. He then began his licks. Long, firm lashes of the tongue that covered her lips, drew over her clit. He licked her like he would a cherry ice pop. Salt and aroma and a secret sweetness. He drank down what she gave him. And what he gave her was a stunting pleasure that wanted to get at her core.\n\nOlivia felt him go deep. His tongue pressed inward and she folded in around him. Her insides hugged this malleable appendage of his as it twisted and lapped hard against her drenched walls. Held by her thighs, she writhed against the mattress, hands clutching the sheets. She could feel it stretching inside her further. Looking down, she saw the threatening maw of sharp teeth and purple gums, and the purple tongue sliding between them to feed into her welcoming pussy. Suddenly something twitched and her tunnel hugged around his tongue. Her prehensile tail wrapped around his throat. Her climax was a full-body burst of ecstasy and in its shockwave her mind went blank and her nerves sizzled.\n\nIn her haze, she wondered how loudly she'd moaned. She'd said a word but cannot recall what it was. Her body before had been as tense as a rubberband pulled to its limit, and inevitably that rubberband had snapped. Now she was left tingling, overheated, and raw. Her afterglow was running laps through her body in time with her heartbeat. Little errant twitches came and went. She stared into a pink void, drooling, until it formed into a ceiling and she remembered where she was, what she was doing, and who she was with. For a small moment she'd drifted asleep. Only to awaken back into a dream with a very large fox kneeling before her, kneading her hips and laying little kisses onto her belly.\n\nBelow her, Nick got to his feet. His intimidating size begged the same question about what caused this drastic change in him, yet she was more than happy to let it go for now. For in the moment she could feel her hunger for him rebounding at a rate that surprised her. It almost scared her but her fear drifted off on the tide of her swelling desire. She opened herself up to him, ready to receive him again.\n\nAligning himself with her, her pussy lips bloomed as he pressed his tip inside. It continued to gush precum, lubing his path into her tight entrance. He was huge, especially for Olivia Otterton. She wasn't made for a fox like him, but normally they could manage. Now, however, in this form it was better to go the slow, firmly. Olivia could feel her whole body gently rearrange itself to accommodate his mass. The expression on her face betrayed her shock at this development. And beyond being felt, it can be seen too with that bulge rising against her cream-colored belly fur. This was Nick's gift and it was definitely one that kept on giving.\n\nThere was no pain, no damage being done. Even if the potential of harm approached, he could reduce his size by instinct in an instance. Her pleasure was his pleasure and vice versa. Like reflections bouncing between two mirrors facing each other. But that wasn't to say there was a total absence of pain. What discomfort there was, however, was negotiable. And by all accounts it actually complimented the pleasure received.\n\nSo when Nick slowly fed himself into Mrs. Otterton – her eyes going wide, mouth agape – it felt so good to both of them. Pulling out, her belly deflated, only to expand again when Nick thrust himself into her. Down a little further, more and more until she's at his knot. So small was she that when he grasped her waist, he could interlace his fingertips around her back. Holding her like this, his pace quickened. Mrs. Otterton was tossed to and fro upon his huge member, her pussy lips kissing his knot each time she descended. Above the incessant wet pounding that filled their room, Olivia's moans were incredulous. “Oh, oh, oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes going up into the back of her head. That look, coupling with the insane tightness of her most special place, egged Nick on. And for a brief lapse, he lost his grip on the wildfire of his desires. He didn't just want to have sex with Mrs. Otterton. He wanted to fuck her.\n\nIn one fluid motion he pulled himself out, twisted Olivia around to lay on her front, and firmly reinserted himself into her still gaping pussy. Though the sudden change in position caused a startled squeak to escape her, Olivia was already adapting to it. She looked over her shoulder at him with wanting eyes. With one hand clasped over the small of her back, Nick held her in place upon his massive length. He returned to his thrusting. With added gusto.\n\nGripping the cherry blossom-colored sheets, the feeling of being repeatedly filled and disengaged was beyond anything Olivia had experienced before. As strange as it was at the beginning, she learned how perfect it felt and was amazed at how quickly her body became so acclimated to such a large object throttling her insides. There was pain on the border of her sensations, but a type she could glorify in, savor while occupying her vast core was a burning pleasure. Every time Nick sliped in and his tip bumped up against her womb, she felt complete. And each time he pulled out, the feeling of her body falling back to its original shape was pure euphoria. Every time his throbbing knot bumped her ass and his swinging balls landed against her crotch, it sent an one-two ripple through her entire body. Down her limbs, into her fingers and toes, through the mattress and into the floor. She wanted to see how far she could go.\n\nHer tail was reaching again. Sightlessly it found the globe of Nick's knot, wrapped around the bottom of it, and squeezed tightly. She heard the beast gasp, felt his hips buck savagely once more, and let out a roar like an oak tree splintering as it's felled. Her own climax was as if every hair upon her hide stood straight up, from her genitals to her belly and chest, all the way to the tiny bristles on her ears, to ring in rapturous harmony. Her body expanded as Nick fully hilted himself into her and expanded further to make room for his hot load. Her hungry womb took what it could before it overflowed. The rest was expelled on the sheets and splattered onto the floor. Such a shame, she thought at first, we've made such a mess. But then again, I want to see how much of a mess we can make in this small room of ours.\nComing out of the reverie of her orgasm, Olivia got to her hands and knees. Just those subtle movements evoked a curious reaction inside her. Touching her belly, she found it had inflated several times larger. Leaning this or that way elicited a sloshing sensation. Her body, she realized, was still cradling a massive amount of Nick's seed. Flexing her lower muscles caused the reservoir of cum to leave her as an gushing cascade. It coated her ass, thighs, and legs, splattering all onto the bed behind her and the floor below. Such a rush of fluids triggered another orgasm that sent her quivering, amazed at how she could have one on top of another like this.\n\nPanting and feeling her body pulse with absolute satisfaction, she turned around to view the aftermath. Sheet and carpet alike were coated in copious amounts of ejaculate, the fabrics darkening as they drank it in. And the smell... An organic fragrance that Olivia's head swam in. It brought on an urge she couldn't help but follow through on.\n\nReversing her position, she leaned down and began to lap at the huge dollops of cum resting on the bed sheets. It ran thickly over her pink tongue, containing a bitterness that hid a note of meatiness as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Unconcerned for how dirty hotel rooms can be – not to mention ones where escapades like theirs take place – she tried to suckle what morsels she could from the fabric. Before long her nose, muzzle, her entire face was sticky with Nick's potent seed. Just as the temptation of doing the same to the pools on the floor entered her mind, she remembered her lover. He was still standing there, his cock ever engorged and still slick with cum, as if waiting for her to do what she just did to those sheets.\n\nWith her small hands and even smaller mouth, she did her best to thoroughly remove that layer of glaze from his supple flesh. She's almost automatic in her technique, repeatedly drawing her tongue up his hot red member in quick rows. Like painting a wall or licking a bowl of pudding clean. Before long Olivia has had a few more mouthfuls to savor and swallow. Then she felt a huge hand cup the side of her head.\nNick's look was both quiet and intense as a thumb caressed her cheek, careful of his red-tipped claw. The hand ran down her arm to hold her hand. He held it as he walked around to the foot of the bed, her knees surfing over rumpled sheets as she turned with him. Joining her on the bed, he laid on his back and pulled her on top. Faced away from him, Olivia found Nick's massive cock pressed against her entire front. She put both hands on it. Its girth was about as thick as her waist. It's a spire pulsing in time with his heartbeat, spurting a river of clear lubrication from its tip. Wrapping her lips around that tip, Olivia partook in the warm elixir of his loins. Its stimulating effects were just as apparent as last time.\n\nSuddenly the hands on her hips tightened and Olivia found herself flying. Up and over, she floated above Nick's tip and was then carefully lowered. Nick's aim was true. Her lips greeted the familiar form and flared out around it as they enjoined again. And again she was in awe of their proportions; it's like going down on a traffic cone. Like before the pain is more than manageable, entwining with the pleasant friction of pushing such a massive object inside her. Her body not only gave way but miraculously adapted to the shape like a sleeve. He might be gigantic but she would remain as tight as the first time and bounce back for more. Through her belly, she could feel the rounded edge of his tip. Her pussy wrapped around the filling girth of his shaft.\n\nThough Nick's hands remained on her hips, he let her work her way down his length at her own pace. A third of the way at first. Then about halfway down. Until she was at the top of his knot. Her body would now accept and even anticipate the changes. His affliction, and its effects, were beautifully contagious. Gripping her tightly, he lifted her up almost off his meat, and then firmly placed her back down. How lusciously her body moved when he was in her. How hot and tight and wet she was deep on the inside. Olivia gasped and quivered, placing her hands atop his to keep herself balanced. He dipped her roughly again. And once more, giving her a chance to protest. When each time her response was a deep, sensual moan, complete with a lolling tongue, it was the best affirmation Nick could receive.\n\nA squelching pounding filled their room as Nick let his urges play. Olivia was tossed up and down and into the air upon his cock, her body constantly fluctuating in shape as his cock thrust up into her. “Oh god! Nick. God!” Olivia shouted, her legs and feet kicking out. It was a full-body workout just to keep herself from getting whiplash. With his fingers locked around her midsection, he fucked her like a toy. Her ass bounced more and more forcibly upon his knot. Finally, he warned her with a growl and with a hard drop he roughly shoved his enormity into her, knot and all.\n\nInstantly stuffed to her limit, Olivia's entire person seized up. Her insides hugged Nick's cock as it erupted with a warmth that seemed to spread all the way into her toes. Beneath her, his balls tensed with a powerful throbbing that was in-sync with the throbbing deep within her. She's as tight around his true base as a sealed cap. Pushed down into a crotch, she was close enough to lean down and massage the massive orbs. To further relieve him of the heavy cream that is currently being pumped directly into her distending womb. The way her body adapted to that added volume only encouraged the waves upon crashing waves of delight to overwhelm her.\n\nEven though Nick felt himself spent this round, Mrs. Otterton continued to knead his balls like two pillows. Sad to have her stop, he tried to lift her up and off himself. Her pussy achingly tugged at him, sucking at his knot. But like Carrots before her, with two gentle pulls she released him with a pop. Being unsheathed, having that mass of his essence exit her pulsing womb and pussy induced her to wriggle in his hands. “O-oh, goodness me! Oh...f-fuck! Oh...goodness...” It was many minutes later before her muscles relaxed and she was as limp as a wet towel in Nick's hands. Ignoring his returning libido, he cradled her against his chest. They both laid down to enjoy the elation of their flesh.\n\nIn the arms of her beastly lover, Olivia unwound in the euphoric pulse of her body. The gathering breath in her chest. The quickening excitement in her belly. The hungry thump of her loins. An orchestra of beats echoing against and into each other. And though she was enjoying this marination of the senses, she could feel her own desire surging below the surface. As if sensing it too, Nick moved. Twisting in his arms with her hands against his chest, she faced him. He froze and looked down at her. Confusion trickled over his usually intense expression.\n\n“Can you, well...dear.” Looking around the room, she pointed to the chair in the corner. “Could you sit there for me...sweetie?”\n\nGently he placed her on the bed and complied. For him, navigating this love session with his own set of fantasies to act out had its own sweet satisfaction, but sweeter still – he was finding out – was bringing to life all the quiet fantasies of his partners. Above all else, he wanted Mrs. Otterton to be in awe of the fun they were having tonight.\n\nIn his original body, the chair would've been more than large enough to accommodate him. Now, however, he filled it in; the armrests brushed up against the fur of his sides and the top of the backrest ended just halfway up his spine. Resting back, legs apart, balls hanging and cock standing at attention, he waited for Mrs. Otterton to make her move. Still on the bed, she appeared to be surprised he'd obeyed her at all. Then she went to him.\n\nFeeling his love leaking down her leg, she knelt to those melon-sized testicles hanging there. They were covered in white fur like the rest of him with a red tuff going down the middle. Weighing one ball in each hand, Olivia found them heavy but soft. Warm against her pads, they moved in subtle ways. Nick let out a quiet sigh that turned into a gentle whistle between his sharp teeth. Olivia was reminded that he was a predator, a carnivore with deadly potential. Yet the Scent that filled the room, filled her head, told her she was more than safe here with him. Chasing that feeling, she shoved her face into the red valley of those balls. Her nose mashed against fur and hide, inhaled the deep musk of cherries and sex there. And she stayed there, rubbing her face in it, until she forced to come up for air.\n\nNext, hands on his thighs, she pulled herself up. She climbed him to get to the right place: standing on his thighs with his cock beneath her. Emmitt had only been permitted to do this with her a handful of times, that little treat that most married couples seemed to lust after. Leveraging one hand on Nick's chest and the other to line him up, she bent down and felt the kiss of his lubricated tip. She panted hotly in his face and her backdoor dilated more and more as she pushed him into her. Nick doesn't move except to squirm, claws eating into the foam of the chair's armrests. Beyond the tip, her anus flexed tightly against his shaft. His flesh was hot against hers, a molten rod of bliss impaling her in a place she never thought so flexible. Wilder still was that she was just getting started. One flex from him and his shaft swelled, sending Olivia's back arching and her legs trembling. Going up, his cock slid against her walls outward and then back in in the other direction as she dipped herself down. She stood there squatting atop him, only able to get about a third of the way down with her hole so pleasantly stretched to what might be her maximum. It's more than enough, she thought with her head swimming. Drool was already dripping from her tongue and onto his chest. Nick leaned forward and let it land on his tongue.\n\nWith every squat she went a little harder, a little deeper. She picked up speed, her thighs burning. Again her tail has a mind of its own as it went down to find the lower half of Nick's cock. Wrapped tightly around it, her tail stroked his cock in tandem with her movements. Her pace became increasingly frantic as she chased a feeling and her insides jostled in and out of place with each dip and dive. In ordinary circumstances this would be concerning, but needless to say what was happening in the current moment (not to mention in her mind which overflowd with lewd ideas) was all beyond what she could have imagined hours before. That amazement was then – her pace had reached a pitch – superseded by her climax, a flare of raw ecstasy that rocketed up her spine and exploded outward. Looking straight at tiny pleasure-strikened otter mounting him and her tail clutching desperately around his shaft, as if by command, Nick injected his hot goodness deep into her tailhole. That was enough to send Olivia squirting. Her pussy gushed a stream of clear fluids to pelt Nick's washboard stomach. “Yes! Oh goodness me, oh fuck yes! Yes!” she squealed. Her anus was clamped around on his cock like a nossle.\n\nStraining upward, Nick's tip popped out of her asshole like a cork, and like frothy champagne a hot jet of cum flowed out of her. Across the room on the opposite wall hung the large mirror. When Olivia looked, she found it was exquisitely and intentionally placed. She took a moment to relish the scene she saw in it: Her atop Nick, barely able to keep her legs from buckling, her tail moved aside to show her ass in the air as milky trails dribble out of her open asshole. She's almost proud of herself, how luscious she looked, how gaping her tailhole was. Reaching back, she tested the sore rubbery flesh. She stretched it and felt only bliss from the tension. And without warning she then felt her feet leave Nick's thighs.\n\nShe found herself in Nick's hands once more. There's no strain in his hold, how effortlessly and tenderly he held her. Still sitting in his chair, he carefully he switched her around until she was looking down at his glazed cock and him at her genitals. “Oh, wai-what?” Olivia tried to get her bearings, planting her hands on Nick's belly. Then Nick's tongue, that hot slab of silky muscle, lapped against her pussy and drew itself over her asshole. “O-oh,” she gasped, her airborne toes twitching. How dirty this seemed, and right after he'd deposited himself into her, but she let him do as he pleased.\n\nWhat followed can only be described as a full-body tongue-bath. He almost held her like a piece of meat but the way he ran his tongue along her body – over her chest, along her back, belly, ass, and pussy, sucking here, nipping there, tasting her, drinking her in – was an act of carnal love. And he was ever mindful of his teeth. How his hot breath splashed across her cheek while this fox's tongue wrapped beneath her chin was, needless to say, a most unique experience for the otter.\n\n“T-thank you,” she smiled up at Nick, slathered with his saliva. “And not that I don't appreciate your efforts but, uh...I think I'm gonna have to have a more thorough cleaning.” She realized this is the most she has spoken to Nick since the start of their liaison. Nick declined to answer except in action. He picked her up off him and put her down onto her feet. He stood there almost awkwardly, waiting for her to do something. Then Olivia grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom.\n\nWhite tile and blue walls. The shower was a rectangular stall enclosed with clear glass and was more than big enough for the two of them. While Olivia stood beneath the hot blast of water, Nick waited behind her and let the water run down his front in thick streams. She rubbed deep into her fur and the heat was heaven on her sore muscles. All the while, however, she could feel tight knots of need building up in her lower region. She paid quick glances at the monster with his tempting cock looming behind her. Runnels of water drew down it's length, along its cumvein, indistinguishable from its clear precum. She started with little playful strokes and tugs, but it did little to sate her desire. Getting a taste, drawing her tongue along its underside, suckling at the throbbing globes of his knot, helped a little. It wasn't long before he was back inside her. With Olivia off the ground, up against the glass, and no less strength in Nick's thrusts as his hips bucked. Her whole body convulsed each time his knot popped in and out of her pussy.\n\n“Please, please...” Olivia moaned, water streaming down her eyelids. “Please, Nick. Finish on me. Finish on my face. All over...I want you all over me. Please.”\n\nNick gave no sign he heard her but a moment later, the shower abruptly stopped. Quickly unsheathing himself, he placed Olivia on the tiles facing him. Water in her eyes, Olivia felt the first hot rope of cum hit her on the forehead, leaving a glazed trail across her muzzle. She immediately opened her mouth; it was almost by instinct. The subsequent blasts landed above her right eye, right on her nose, on her left eyelid and tongue. Streaks dripped down her cheeks, lips, chin. She did her best to get most of it in her mouth. And yet it kept coming. One wet punch of seed after the other. Soon her face was coated with the stuff. She couldn't see; all she could hear was Nick's sharp breathe and the slick-slap of his incessant stroking. Streams of heavy cream were landing on her chest now, falling to her shoulders, down toward her belly. This is much more than I asked for, she thought. She could feel it working its way down into her fur. She just took it all, so utterly basted and thoroughly warm. With handfuls of cum, her fingers thrust into her pussy. Deep and fast. The orgasms arrived like stormy waves on a pristine beach, one screen of hyper-ecstasy overlapping the other until they all blend together.\n\nAt one point or another, her mind must have gone. Rain fell on her. A virtual torrent of water. She wondered how she got outside only to realize that the shower has been turned back on. She must have been out of it for just a couple of minutes, perhaps a few seconds. She wiped her eyes to look around. However long it was it was enough time for Nick to leave. The bedroom beyond was silent. Now more dirty than before she'd entered the shower, she took her time getting herself completely clean and scrubbed. Inside and out.\n\nIn the bedroom, the window was open. A humid wind with night sounds softly leaked in, but the Scent was still there, lingering. A backup pair of clothing could be found in Olivia's bag. Out in the lobby, she had to wake the lady bat receptionist to give back her cardkey. Outside, the streets were alive with light and movement as ever at this late hour. And Olivia walked home with an untroubled step and a knowing smile.\n\nAt first, the guilt was fierce but short-lived. On this night, her fear has been tamed; she won against her monster. If they ever met again, whenever and wherever their fancy might strike, she knew she'd win again. And again. Forever. She was stronger now. Surer. More complete. The pleasures tasted tonight could be tasted again and most importantly, she was bringing them home with her. To be shared with Emmitt. And he'll love her all the more for it.\n\nAt their home, hand on the doorknob, she wondered if she could keep it a secret. Her husband wasn't dumb. Will he catch her first? How could she even explain it? What might he ask or say or do? A few steps into the living room, high heels off and in-hand, the questions vanished.\n\nThe record player was on and the record on top was at its end, repeating the last drawn out note of a piano. She picked up the needle and turned it off. On the table next to Emmitt’s empty lounging chair were two drinking glasses. Olivia stared at them, at the liquids inside them. Clear liquid, one with more than the other.\n\nSomething moved. Deeper in the house. The low murmur of voices. It's well past midnight; well past when Emmitt usually retires. Putting down her shoes, Olivia tread down the hallway quietly.\n\nLight leaked from the cracked door to their bedroom. Low voices came forth. Throaty cadences. The repetition of breathing. A wooden creak. Olivia drew closer and peered in.\n\n“How does your first rabbit pussy feel?”\n\nEven before she saw it, she knew. Knew it even before she heard it. The Scent. But it was different, a new variety. So that's why she's shocked to find Emmitt on their bed. Head thrown back with eyes rolling. Mouth stretched in an open smile. Being ridden hard by Officer Judy Hopps. But she's changed. White fur. Colored markings. With bloodshot eyes around irises of amethyst. And those eyes, the Succubus, caught Olivia watching.\n[/section]"
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