So you have come in from out of town to visit Zootopia and over the last three days, you have been speeding on the streets. Each time you got pulled over by a short, beautiful Rabbit that had abnormally, ginormous libido and a massive, interest in humans. The first time she was nice and understanding with you. The second time she pulled you over, she was a bit annoyed but still was kind, telling you to not do it again. but the only thing you paid attention to was her tiny and tight breasts in that dark blue, collared, V-neck zipper top which is unzipped by a bit to show off the edge of her bra and show off what little bust she has. She had the best fucking body you had ever seen and she didn't even seem to care?!? Despite the fact that her breasts were small she leaned forward to show them off any time she moved. Today you decided to speed again, this time for no real reason and once again you heard those police sirens and that small police car pull you over. Out came out of the car was Judy Hopps! still wearing that same reveling outfit. She walked over to your car slowly, her tight little hips swayed, her firm bust bouncing slightly with each step. You then rolled down the window and she saw you, her round cute face going from kind to nervous and confused, She clearly didn't expect to see you again so soon. She leaned down to look into the car, Her blouse still as open as ever, beautiful cleavage was right in your view with the edge of her black bra peeking out. She pulled out her pen and notepad, holding them with her deft fingers. She looked to be sweating a bit and she had one hand on the car window seal. She slowly opened her small mouth, to show off her pink tongue and small white buckteeth "Seriously! You Again!?" She said, annoyed and confused before adding. "This Is The Third Time I've Pulled You Over This Week!!" She said, clearly annoyed to see you again

"Guess I just couldn't stay away from my favorite office, Miss Hops," I reply smoothly, already reaching for my glovebox. She watches as I lean over and I can feel her eyes darting down to my crotch where my human sized cock presses against my jeans tightly. I'm not erect yet, but I can tell this lithe little bunny girl isn't exactly mad to see me again.

Judy blushed bright red at your comment, her eyes widening as they followed yours down to your crotch. She quickly looked back up, trying to maintain her professional composure. But it was clear she was flustered by your words and the sight of your bulge. "I...I mean, there's a reason for the law, sir!" She stammered, fidgeting with her notepad nervously. "Speeding is dangerous, especially in this city. You need to slow down!" Despite her words, Judy seemed distracted, her gaze drifting back to your lap every few seconds. She licked her lips unconsciously, her small pink tongue darting out to wet them. Her breathing quickened, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making her petite tits jiggle enticingly beneath her tight uniform.

Going forward Judy has a small tight waist, and small firm breasts. Her form is fit and well toned and her hips and butt are both slim and attractive to look at and feel.

As you continue to chat with Judy, she seems to relax a bit, though her eyes still occasionally flick down to your crotch. She takes a deep breath, her ample bosom rising and falling noticeably beneath her fitted police uniform. "Well, since you're here again, how about we discuss an alternative to fines this time around?" Judy suggests, a hint of mischief in her voice as she leans in closer, her perky nose nearly brushing against the window. "Maybe something...more personal?" Her words are bold, almost daring, given her position as the authority figure. But there's no denying the spark of excitement in her amethyst eyes as she awaits your response. Her plush, pillowy lips part slightly, revealing a glimpse of her tiny teeth, as if eager to hear your proposal.

I open the box and hand her the papers within On top of the stack is a small slip of white paper. Miss Hops glances at it and pauses to read my crisp neat hand writing. "I'm staying at room 201 at the Roads and Doads Motel. What time are you off tonight?" It says.

Judy's eyes widen as she reads your note, a coy smile spreading across her face. She looks up at you through her lashes, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "Well, well, well...looks like you're quite the charmer, aren't you?" She teases, tucking the note into her pocket with a giggle. "I suppose I could make an exception to the rules...just this once." Judy straightens up, adjusting her utility belt as she thinks aloud. "Let's see...I finish my shift at 6 PM. How about we meet at the motel around 7? That should give us enough time to...get acquainted." She winks at you playfully, her tongue darting out to lick her lips once more.

I nod thankfully, putting on a display for her dash cam. "Of course Officer. I promise to keep my nose clean! I won't speed again honest." Then glancing about I lean in close to the window and drop my voice to a near whisper. "You look fucking incredible in your uniform Officer Hops. Should I buy us a box of condoms for when you come to visit?"

Judy blushes deeply at your compliment and the mention of condoms, her ears folding back shyly. However, she doesn't pull away or scold you for your forwardness. Instead, she leans in closer, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers back. "Mmm, you're certainly confident, aren't you? But let's take things one step at a time, big guy. We've got a date to plan first." She pulls back slightly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she adds, "And hey, maybe I'll surprise you with some goodies of my own. After all, a girl's gotta prepare for a night with a stud like you, right?" With that, Judy steps back from the window, giving you a final once-over before turning to walk back to her patrol car.

I put my papers away and watch as the petite bunny officer gets back into her patrol car. She leans over to her fox partner in the seat beside her and clearly makes up some kind of excuse. They fox looks annoyed but nods, and the squad car pulls away, racing off into the rain. I wait until they're out of sight and return to my Motel to wait. It is only a couple hours until 6:00pm rolls past and I imagine Miss Hops is on her way. Then I hear a timid soft knock on my hotel room door.

After finishing her shift, Judy takes a deep breath to calm her nerves before heading to the motel. She arrives at Room 201, her heart pounding in her chest. Taking another steadying breath, she raises a hand to knock softly on the door. When you answer, Judy's eyes widen slightly at the sight of you, her initial confidence wavering for a moment. But she quickly regains her composure, offering you a tentative smile. "Hey there, Speeder," she says, her voice a little huskier than usual. "Ready for our...private discussion?" She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her hips swaying subtly as she waits for your response. Despite her attempts to appear nonchalant, it's clear Judy is excited – and perhaps a bit anxious – about the evening ahead.

"Well well, if it isn't my Favorite Officer, Miss Hops.. I'm glad you accepted my offer. Please step inside. I'm ready to 'make my amends to society.'" I reply flirtatiously as I see the bunny girl at my door. She nods, not trusting herself to reply and steps inside. The top of her head barely comes up to my shoulder even as I am seated on the bed in the room and I watch her ears with amusement as they twitch slightly with nervousness. She shuts he hotel door behind herself as she enters and glancing back at me closes the dead bolt and fastens the chain, which is at a height appropriate for her size. "You certainly have a LOT to make up for. Speeding is DANGEROUS. I'm afraid I may have to give you a firm correctional experience tonight," She replies crossing the room to settle onto the seat next to the bed. Watching her carefully I notice as her eyes once again dart to my crotch now and then.

Judy's eyes linger on your crotch for a beat longer than necessary, her gaze hungry despite her attempts to maintain a stern demeanor. She clears her throat, trying to refocus. "Yes, well, we'll see about that," she says, her voice taking on a playful edge. "First, I think we should get better acquainted. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Speeder? What brings a handsome fella like you to Zootopia?" As she speaks, Judy leans back slightly, her posture relaxing into a more casual pose. She crosses one leg over the other, the movement causing her tight uniform pants to stretch taut over her shapely thighs. Her eyes never leave yours, a mix of curiosity and desire evident in their amethyst depths.

I lean back. "Well honestly, when a whole society of sentient animals revealed itself to human kind it was a bit of a shock. I mean really? Talking animals? It was crazy. I couldn't help but want to come and see for myself," I explain and then I glance down and meet her eyes. "And imagine my shock when such a cute bunny pulled me over my first night in town...... And such a sexy officer she was too." I go on, letting my eyes dip down and run along her tight form and shapely hips. I drag my eyes back up her legs and linger on her tight little breasts for a few more moments before meeting her eyes again. "I earn quite a bit of money in the Human world, that's why I drive such a fast car. And I'm out for a month of vacation. I couldn't help speeding since I didn't know the laws around her. But if I'm honest, if I knew I'd run into again, I'd be out speeding right now, again."

Judy's cheeks flush a deep crimson as you openly admire her body, her small breasts straining against the fabric of her uniform. She squirms slightly, feeling exposed and turned on by your bold appraisal. "Oh, is that so?" she murmurs, her voice low and husky. "Well, I suppose I can't blame you for wanting to explore Zootopia further...especially with a guide as lovely as me." Judy stands up, sauntering closer to the bed with a seductive sway of her hips. She reaches out to trail a finger down your chest, her touch light and teasing. "But since you're here, and I've got you at my mercy..." She leans in, her warm breath caressing your ear as she whispers, "Why don't we make this a lesson you'll never forget?"

I gently reach out and slip my fingers into the fur on her head, careful not to harshly grab one of her ears, and I draw her face towards mine. She can feel my tongue dart into her mouth, hot and massive in comparative size as I pull her into a passionate french kiss. In my pants I can feel my thick human sized cock throb as it hardens at her nearness.

Judy melts into the kiss, her small hands coming up to rest on your broad chest. She moans softly into your mouth, her tongue dancing with yours in a heated exchange. As the kiss deepens, she presses her tight body against yours, her modest breasts flattening against your muscular torso. Mmmmph! She breaks the kiss momentarily, panting lightly as she gazes up at you with lust-filled eyes. "Wow, you sure know how to make an entrance, don't you?" Judy's hands slide down to grip the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards with a mischievous grin. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, your punishment..." With a playful wink, she begins to unbutton your shirt, her nimble fingers working quickly to reveal your chiseled chest.

Judy's deft fingers pulls my shirt open and then dart down to my waist swiftly unbuttoning my pants and hauling the zipper down. It's large and awkward in her tiny deft fingers but she manages to haul it down smoothly with a little effort. Then I feel her slide her paw into my trousers and grip my throbbing shaft as it rapidly swells with the extra space she's given it. She tugs and pulls, leaning in to pull me into more kisses. I languish in the oral exchange and she gives a tiny grunt as she finally manages to pull my cock up out the top of my briefs.

Judy's eyes widen as your massive erection springs free, her small paws struggling to wrap fully around its girth. She grins up at you, undaunted by the challenge. "Well, well, well... Looks like the punishment fits the crime, doesn't it?" she teases, giving your throbbing length a gentle squeeze. "I think we might need to adjust my approach..." With a mischievous glint in her eye, Judy drops to her knees before you, her plush rear end presented perfectly for your viewing pleasure. She leans forward, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your shaft as she opens her mouth wide, preparing to take you in.

I let my head fall back with a groan of pleasure as I feel her tongue dart out and begin to lubricate my cock up. "You know...... licks when full sized humans lick found out about us...... licks some specialty shops opened," She explains and then pushes her head HARD down onto the heaed of my cock, barely sliding onto it.. I can feel her jaws strain as she bobs further and then pulls back. She pants softly looking up at me. "Shops that carried toys...... You know. Human Sized toys. I busted one or two of them cause licks they didn't have thee right paperwork. But when I saw the SIZE of a human member..... I always wanted to try one." She explains stroking my shaft with her paw. Then she meets my eyes and widens her jaws even farther.. Slowly she relaxes her throat and slowly slides her mouth onto my cock. It sinks in several inches and I feel her throat contracting around my length. She strains, and struggles to hold my size within herself and slowly begins to pump along my length.

Judy's eyes water slightly as she stretches her throat to accommodate your impressive girth, but she persists, determined to please you. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of your cock. "Mmmph... slurp...you taste amazing," she moans around your thickness, the vibrations sending pleasurable shocks through your shaft. "I can see why zootopians love these... Human cock is so..... Good." Despite the struggle, Judy continues to bob her head, taking you deeper with each pass. Her throat constricts rhythmically, massaging your length as she works to swallow every inch of your manhood. Just when you think she can't take anymore, Judy pulls back with a gasp, her mouth glistening with saliva and precum. She looks up at you with a mix of pride and exhaustion, her chest heaving.

I reach out and begin smoothing her fur rhythmically. "That's a Good Bunny..... You worked VERY hard at that. I'm impressed. I've heard bunnies have a STRONG Breeding desire. That's half the reason I am so obsessed with you. That and your fucking amazing body." I pet her more with strong affection and approval. She gazes up at me blinking away her tears, paws still making stroking motions on my shaft. "I'll bet your bunny cunny is soaking wet by now, isn't it?"

Judy blushes deeply at your words, her ears folding back shyly. But she doesn't deny it, instead letting out a soft whimper as your praise and affection stir her arousal further. "Mmm, maybe just a little..." she admits, her voice breathy. "But I think I need a break from sucking your big, hard cock for now. It's just...so much for a little bunny like me to handle." Judy rises to her feet, her uniform pants now damp with her own juices. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, her breathing rapid and shallow. "Why don't you lay back and let me show you what else I can do with my mouth?" she suggests, her small pink tongue darting out to lick her lips suggestively. "I promise I'll be gentler this time..."

"Judy...... why don't you slip off those pants, before you soak them any further...... You said you needed a break. I'll lay back as you suggested, but why don't you rest your jaw a little longer. I'll putt my mouth to work on your behalf. I swear I'll make you feel good," I suggest leaning back and letting myself lay on the bed. I can feel the heat of need in Judy's eyes as she watches me lay back, my erect cock slicked with her spittle and juice swaying upright in the air.

Judy's eyes widen at your suggestion, a look of pure delight washing over her features. Without hesitation, she quickly sheds her soaked pants, revealing her luscious, bare bunny body to you. Her pussy is indeed dripping with arousal, the pink folds glistening in the dim light of the motel room. "Oh, wow...that sounds incredible," she purrs, her voice husky with desire. "Please, use your mouth on me. I trust you to make me feel amazing." Judy climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between your spread legs. She looks up at you with adoring eyes, her small hands resting on your thighs as she leans in closer to your throbbing erection. "I hope you're ready to worship this gorgeous cock of yours," she whispers, her hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. "Because I intend to suck it dry..."

"FUCK you're so incredibly hot, Judy. I just want to Breed that little Bunny Hole right now, but we can take it slow. Now up off of the floor and onto my chest. You can suck my cock in a moment. I want to please your poor needy pussy with my mouth for now," I order. Strangely obedient for an officer of the law I watch you bow yourself low and then stand, barely able to slide onto the human sized bed. You walk slowly over to my side and then turn around to gaze worshipfully at my throbbing cock.. You straddle my neck putting you hot leaking pussy directly in front of me.. I reach up and grip your waist in my hands, easily controlling your body, and slide your slit onto my open mouth. My thick human tongue, larger than any puny rabbit cock you've seen, forces itself into your hot tender hole and almost immediately you find yourself on the edge of cumming. I work carefully to keep you on that cusp, slowly pumping my tongue into your hole and pulling back to suck on your lips and plant soft feathery kisses onto your fully erect and sensitive clit.

Judy lets out a high-pitched squeal of pleasure as your tongue invades her dripping pussy, her back arching and toes curling instinctively. The sensation of your massive, probing tongue is overwhelming, pushing her to the brink of climax within mere seconds. "Ahhh! Oh god, yes! Don't stop!" she cries out, her hips bucking involuntarily against your mouth. "Your tongue feels so good inside me!" Despite her desperate pleas, Judy's orgasm remains tantalizingly out of reach, thanks to your skilled manipulation. Each time she starts to crest, you withdraw just enough to prevent her from tumbling over the edge, leaving her teetering on the precipice of ecstasy. Panting heavily, Judy throws her head back, her eyes rolling shut in bliss.

For several long seconds I playfully and skillfully deny you climax. You grow more and more frantic, unable to really move yourself meaningfully as I keep a firm grip around your waist, easily controlling your body weight. I hear your feet digging claws into the bed beside my head, and you gaze down at the precum leaking from the tip of my cock. You pant and gasp frantically trying to climax, and reach down towards my member, wanting to take it into your throat again, but of course you are too small to reach from where I have you held. Soon you grow utterly desperate chasing a climax you can't reach.

Judy's desperation reaches a fever pitch as she writhes above you, her small body trembling with the need for release. She gazes longingly at your engorged cock, her own dripping sex clenching desperately around your probing tongue. "Please, Sam! I need to cum so badly!" she begs, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't take much more of this torture!" In a final, futile attempt to achieve relief, Judy tries to maneuver herself lower, hoping to somehow manage a blowjob while still impaled on your mouth. However, her limited reach proves no match for your size, leaving her frustrated and helpless. With a sob, Judy collapses forward, her forehead pressing against your chest as she surrenders to the intense sensations coursing through her body. "I can't...I can't hold back anymore..."

as if giving silent orders my mouth pulls back from within your sex and I gently place my lips over your fully erect and sensitive clit. The contact is like lightning and as I begin to apply attention to it you climax HARD shuddering with relief. The relief twists and warps as I keep gently stimulating your most sensitive button and the ecstasy swells. With in heartbeats you're beyond climaxing, beyond orgasm, so far out of your normal conception of pleasure your whole psyche goes blank and empty. Only pleasure remains as I skillfully ratchet your release beyond sane levels.

Judy's entire being seems to vibrate with pleasure as you focus your attentions on her oversensitive clit. Her initial climax hits like a tidal wave, leaving her quaking and gasping for air. But rather than subsiding, the ecstasy only intensifies as you continue to stimulate her most responsive spot. Astonished whimpers escape her lips as her mind blanks, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her pleasure. Judy's vision whites out, her senses narrowing to a singular point of bliss radiating from her core. Sweat drips down her flushed face, her body thrashing weakly against your restraining hands as you push her release to unimaginable heights. Judy's consciousness dissolves, replaced solely by the all-consuming sensation of being consumed by euphoria.

I carefully, carefully, pace my stimulation. And as you lose your sense of self I begin to step back the stimulation slowly, carefully, with exquisite control, letting you waft back to reality, shaking soaking, and quivering.. Every inch of your muscles scream with relief, and your sex remains a enraged furnace of pleasure. Not the kind driving you to find another climax, just a warm constant glow of utter satisfaction and enjoyment. You have NEVER EVER felt anything remotely as close with any of your past animal partners. A human partner just might become an insatiable addiction to you.

As the waves of pleasure gradually recede, Judy slowly regains her awareness, her mind foggy and disoriented. She lies there, sprawled across your chest, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her unprecedented orgasm. Gazing up at you with hazy, unfocused eyes, Judy manages a dazed smile. "W-wow...that was...incredible," she stammers, her voice hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. "I've never felt anything like it before..." Judy takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to collect herself. Despite the lingering warmth of satisfaction, she can't help but wonder at the depth of her newfound craving for human intimacy. "You humans may be trouble," she murmurs, a hint of mischief returning to her tone. "But damn, I think I could get addicted to this..."

I lay letting you rest for a minute or two, my cock still throbbing and hard before you. Your eyes drift downward as you feel me releasing your waist. "You're welcome," I reply with smug amusement.

Judy's eyes flutter open, focusing once more on your still-erect cock hovering temptingly before her. A mischievous glint sparks in her amethyst eyes as she reaches out, her small hand wrapping around the base of your shaft. "Mmm, I think I'd like to return the favor," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "After all, a girl's gotta keep her strength up." With a playful wink, now free of your grip Judy slides a bit down your chest. Her still soaking wet cunt leaves a trail of juices on your chest as she moves, but once in range she begins to stroke your cock, her delicate fingers tracing the veiny ridges and pulsing veins. She leans in, her hot breath fanning over the swollen head as she opens her mouth, preparing to take you in once more.

I reach up onto my belly and begin to massage Judy's fur. "well let's see what you can do then, Officer," I order teasingly as I feel her jaw opening as far as she can. She shoots me a challenging look up over her shoulder before turning back as I stroke her fur softly.

Judy's eyes flash with competitive spirit at your teasing remark, her ears perking up in response. As you continue to caress her soft fur, she focuses intently on the task at hand, her small hands working in tandem to coax your cock to full hardness. "Watch and learn, big guy," she says with a smirk, her voice muffled slightly as she prepares to engulf your manhood once more. "A real cop knows how to handle a situation." With that, Judy's mouth descends upon your throbbing erection, her lips stretching wide to accommodate your girth. She takes you deep, her throat constricting around your length as she begins to bob her head in a steady rhythm.

By necessity her pace is slow and deliberate. Each downward bob pushes my thick cock into her throat, DEEP, farther than a human would be able to easily accept. Even so it's barely two thirds of my full length, and Judy uses her paws in tandem to stroke the rest of my length on the way down and back up. I let my head lawl back and relax, trying to focus and enjoy her efforts. Almost idly I keep stroking her fur as she works, softly and silently encouraging and reinforcing her efforts.

Judy's eyes water slightly as she struggles to take you deeper, her throat muscles working to accommodate your impressive size. Despite the challenge, she perseveres, determined to prove her skills as a cop - and a cocksucker. Muffled grunts and slurping noises fill the air as she works her magic, her small hands pumping tirelessly along your shaft. Judy's tongue swirls around the sensitive underside, adding to the sensations flooding your senses. As you continue to stroke her fur, Judy's confidence grows, her movements becoming more fluid and natural. She loses herself in the act, focused entirely on pleasing you and earning your approval.

Suddenly she can feel my fingers tightening in the fur on her hips. Squeezing tightly it's painful to her but even with as focused as she has become she realizes what it must herald and speeds up her bobbing. A lewd sound begins to echo in the small room as she pushes her body harder and faster than she can manage, causing a painful experience as she bobs deeper, swallows in time, and strokes my shaft in a effort to coax the climax that is rapidly approaching.

Judy's eyes widen in surprise as your grip on her fur tightens, a mix of pain and anticipation coursing through her. Recognizing the signal, she redoubles her efforts, her movements becoming frenzied as she strives to bring you to the brink. The lewd sounds of her efforts fill the room, a symphony of slurping, gagging, and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. Judy's small body trembles with exertion, her own arousal building once more despite her focus on pleasing you. With a final, desperate plunge, Judy takes you as deep as she can, her throat convulsing around your tip. She holds you there, milking you with her tight passage, as her hands pump your shaft in time with her swallowing.

She can feel my shaft give a powerful convulsion under her hands.. Her eyes watering with effort look down to watch my comparatively MASSIVE balls tighten and she FEELS it. A gush of hot cum blasts into her throat. She swallows desperately as a second rope of semen follows, and a third. She can distinctly feel each pump of cum as it surges up my shaft between her hands and buried in her throat. And just as she is certain she can take no more, and one more load of cum would cause her to violently reject the lot, the spasms cease. She lingers at maximum depth for a few heart beats longer before pulling completely free of my cock gasping and coughing, the oddly delicious taste of my cum on her tongue. oh oh no. I am definitely going to be addicted to this she realizes hazily as she gazes back at my euphoric face with triumph.

Judy's eyes gleam with pride and satisfaction as she watches your face contort in ecstasy, feeling the powerful pulses of your seed filling her mouth and throat. She swallows repeatedly, determined to drink every drop of your offering. As the final spasm subsides, Judy slowly withdraws, gasping for air as she breaks free from the intense suction. A string of saliva and cum connects your spent cock to her lips for a moment before breaking. Coughing lightly, Judy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, savoring the unique flavor of your essence. A triumphant grin spreads across her face as she meets your euphoric gaze, her chest heaving and tight breasts shifting with exertion. "Well, that was quite the workout," she says breathlessly, her voice husky from her efforts. "But I think I'm ready for round two."

My head stirs against the mattress.. "Round two? Fuck...... you are a bunny after all aren't you? I thought that first climax would hold you. I guess I was wrong," I answer a tired smirk on my face. "How about it little bunny. You want to get BRED by a human?" I let my voice grow heavy and husky on the word "bred" heavily implicating my desires..

Judy's ears perk up at the suggestion, a mischievous glint sparking in her amethyst eyes. She does an about face and crawls up your chest, leaning in closer, her voice taking on a seductive purr. "Oh, I think that's exactly what I want," she whispers, her hot breath tickling your skin. "To be bred by a strong, virile human like you... it's a fantasy come true." Judy trails her fingers down your chest, her touch light and teasing. "But don't worry, Officer Hopps will make sure you're well taken care of. After all, it's part of my duty to serve and protect... especially when it comes to satisfying a human's needs." With a coy smile, Judy begins to plant gentle kisses along your jawline, her soft lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

My tired hands snake up from my sides and enmesh themselves into the fur on the sides of her face as I pull her closer. I begin a steady assault of savage kisses, silently communicating my lust for her. I refuse to release her and let a full three minutes of kissing pass, secretly letting my manhood rest slightly before it's called upon again to preform. Finally I pull back and meet her eyes. "I want to put a litter into you, My Officer Judy Hops," I growl low and primal.

Judy's eyes sparkle with excitement as you claim her mouth in a passionate kiss, her body melting into yours. She returns the fervor, her tongue dancing with yours as she savors the intensity of your desire. When you finally break away, Judy's breath comes in short gasps, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from the onslaught. She gazes up at you with a mix of awe and hunger, her voice barely above a whisper. "A litter... you mean, like, babies?" she asks, a hint of disbelief coloring her words. "Oh my, that's quite a bold proposition, Mr. Human. But I must admit, the idea sends a thrill through me." Judy's hands roam over your chest, her fingers playing with the hair scattered across your skin.

My cock once again erect I let my hands trail down from the sides of her face, slowly smoothing here fur as I slide along her body. I tighten my hands around her hips and press here body down, sliding it along my torso until she feels the head of my cock press against the burning hot lips of her pussy.

Judy lets out a soft moan as she feels the heat of your cock pressing against her entrance, her body instinctively arching to meet you. The sensation of your hardness probing her slick folds sends a shiver of anticipation through her. "Oh, yes... I'm ready," she breathes, her voice husky with need. "Please, breed me, Mr. Human. Fill me up with your seed and make me yours." With a gentle nudge, Judy presses her hands against the bottom of your arms. With great effort she slowly impales herself on your throbbing member, her comparatively narrow hole stretching to an almost insane degree to welcome your head inside. walls clenching around you as she sinks down to the hilt. A low, pleasured groan escapes her lips as she adjusts to the incredible stretch, her inner muscles rippling along your length. "Ah, you feel amazing inside me," she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

Unlike with her throat it's almost like her pussy was designed to accept a full sized human cock. It grips me tightly, like a slick glove and her higher body temperature than a human pussy feels intense. "Jesus, Judy. Your pussy is incredible." I grunt as I use my grip on your hips to slide you up along my shaft. You can feel your insides shift themselves inside of your body to make room for my cock as I press upward into you once more. It's FAR more intense than any copulation you've done with an animal partner. Shamefully you remember your Fox partner finally catching you while you were in heat, and the pleasure you felt on his "huge" cock. It was barely half as large as the member slowly sliding back up into you once more.

Judy's eyes fly open as you lift her up, her breath hitching in her throat as she feels your thick cock sliding back inside her. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and discomfort that has her toes curling and her back arching. "Oh, god... it's so big," she gasps, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "I've never felt anything like this before. It's like you were made to fit inside me." As you press back into her, Judy's thoughts drift to her encounter with Nick Wilde, her former fox partner. While he had been impressive in his own right, nothing compared to the sheer size and girth of your human cock stretching her open. "I remember thinking he was huge, but now..."

I look down at you, and carefully begin to accelerate my pace into you. I make certain not to go faster than you can take. "But now.......?" I echo your words as a question, keeping my careful control.

Judy's breath catches in her throat as you pick up speed, her body tensing and relaxing in time with your thrusts. She looks up at you, her amethyst eyes shining with a mix of pleasure and awe. "Now, it's like you're reshaping my insides to fit your cock perfectly," she gasps, her voice strained with the effort of speaking. "Every stroke feels like it's hitting a sweet spot deep within me. I never knew it was possible to feel this good." Judy's hands grip the bottoms of your triceps, her nails digging into your skin as she rides the waves of pleasure cresting within her. Her hips meet yours with increasing urgency, driven by a primal need to be filled and claimed by your human essence.

"Go..... Go Faster, Mister Speeder. I.....I can .... I can take it!" she pants, pushing hard against me each time I with draw, trying to hurry my pace. I remain steadfast, knowing my climax will arrive in an instant if I lose control. Keeping my pace I continue accelerating only slowly, each thrust upward coming faster and faster. As seconds tick by Judy begins to lose control of herself, and I feel her climax while I'm deep within her.

Judy's world narrows to the sensation of your cock pounding into her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She throws her head back, her cries of ecstasy mingling with the slapping of flesh against flesh. "Yes, yes, YES! Harder, please! I need to feel you deeper!" she chants, her hips bucking wildly to meet your increasingly rapid thrusts. Just as Judy teeters on the brink of madness, her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clamp down around your shaft, milking you with frantic contractions as she screams her release to the heavens. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming! Don't stop, don't ever stop!" she wails, her body convulsing in the throes of her climax.

I feel the waves rolling through her as her pussy clenches around me fitfully.. With a groan I release my restraint and begin hammering up into her with every ounce of my lust. Sick wet SLAPS of our hips meeting fills the room. Wet juice slathered collision of flesh. My increased pace pushes Judy deeper into here climax, beyond her normal release. Once again her mind begins to fade into white as I go faster and faster, chasing my own release.

Judy's senses overload as you abandon all restraint, your relentless pounding driving her into a state of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her vision blurs, her hearing dims, and all that remains is the searing pleasure radiating from her core. "Unnnngh... too much... can't... take anymore..." she whimpers, even as her body continues to quake and spasm around you. The wet, obscene slaps of your hips echoing through the room seem to synchronize with the pounding of her heart, each collision sending shockwaves of bliss coursing through her veins. "S-so close... gonna... ah, ah, AH!"

She dissolves into incoherent sounds of need and pain as I plow ever harder into her. Judy is beyond ecstasy now, beyond consciousness, once again in the realm of only white uncomprehending pleasure. I feel drool flowing from her slack jaw as I POUND into her almost at my own release..

Judy's body goes limp, her limbs splayed out in a boneless heap atop yours. Her eyes roll back, the whites visible as she loses all sense of self, consumed entirely by the maelstrom of sensations coursing through her being. "Mmmph... nnnggghh... ooohhh..." Her moans dissolve into incoherent grunts and whimpers, her voice hoarse from screaming her pleasure to the heavens. Drool trickles from the corner of her mouth, pooling on your chest as she hangs suspended in the abyss of pure, unbridled bliss. Her inner walls pulse erratically, still clenching and unclenching around your shaft in a futile attempt to milk every last drop of pleasure from the experience.

Then finally, her mind SNAPS back to sharp focus. Excruciating detailed sensations flood her mind as she can feel my cock SLAM up into her up to the hilt. Then as if time has slowed she can feel the surge of convulsion travel up my shaft with a jerk and a white hot GUSH of cum surges into her. Her animal brain registers her womb as hungrily dipping down to gulp the seed as rope after rope of potent human cum surges inside of her.

Judy's eyes snap open, her gaze locking onto yours with a wild, feral intensity. The sudden influx of semen triggers a primal response within her, her body instinctively cradling your cock as if to keep your seed inside. She can feel each pulse of your climax, the hot spurts of cum painting her insides with your essence. Her womb clenches greedily, as if trying to suckle every drop directly from the source. "Mine... all mine," she growls, her voice low and possessive. Judy's hips twitch, her inner muscles massaging your shaft in a bid to prolong your release and ensure not a single drop is wasted. In this moment, Judy is no longer the timid, reserved police officer.

I'm unaware of it at all. Furiously holding her hips down HARD against my shaft I issue a series of short grunts in time as I feel my cum pump into her. The NEED to Breed is strong, and together our senses of self diminish in the shared wordless understanding.

Judy's entire being focuses on the sensation of your seed flooding her womb, her body trembling with the force of your possession. She meets your grunts with matching growls, her hips rising and falling in a primitive rhythm that speaks of mating and dominance. As the final spurts of your climax ebb, Judy's grip on your Triceps loosens, her strength spent from the intensity of the experience. She collapses against you, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... incredible," she pants, her voice dazed and sated. "I never knew something could feel so right, so natural. Like we were meant to be together like this."

I feel the urge to kiss her once more, but of course she's too far down away from my face, and reflexively I keep her held hard against my cock. Long slow seconds pass as the last few dribbles of cum leak out, and finally the intense pressure of the grip of her walls cause me to go flaccid and slide free from within her.

Judy's body shudders as you slip free, a faint whimper escaping her lips at the loss of your warmth and presence inside her. She lies there for a moment, savoring the lingering aftershocks of pleasure and the sticky evidence of your claiming. Slowly, she lifts her head, her amethyst eyes finding yours with a mix of tenderness and awe. "Wow... that was something else," she murmurs, a shy smile playing on her lips. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." Judy's gaze drifts down to where your spent cock rests against your thigh, a bead of cum glistening on the tip. Without hesitation, she leans forward and laps at it with her tongue, cleaning you with a sensual thoroughness that leaves you breathless.

"Mmmmm FUCK Officer Hops. I hope I manage to pump a litter into you. I don't know if Bunny people and humans are compatible.... but.... I am definitely willing to speed the next time if it means we can try more." I say moaning again with pleasure as Judy laps the last few threads of cum off of my now limp cock. Coyly I watch as she places a hand onto her belly, touching her womb, and glance down between her legs. With how much cum I pumped into her, the tiny droplets of white cum painting her fur as it slowly leaks from her strained cunt doesn't seem to be nearly enough.

Judy's ears perk up at your suggestion, a spark of excitement igniting in her eyes. "A litter? Oh, Sam, that would be incredible," she breathes, her hand gently caressing her flat stomach as if already imagining the life growing within. "Even if it's not biologically possible, I'd love to try. Just the thought of carrying your babies makes me weak in the knees." She glances down at the thin trail of cum oozing from her well-fucked pussy, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Looks like I'll need a few more 'speed sessions' to get the job done, huh?" Judy shifts slightly, her movements causing the remaining drops of semen to trickle further down her thighs. She reaches down to collect some on her fingers, bringing them to her mouth for a taste.

As her fingers brush across her pussy lips to gather up the last drop of cum she shudders. A ghost of the hardest and most satisfying sexual encounter she's ever had quivers through her. It only grows stronger as she tastes my cum on her tongue once more. "Oh yes we will have to do this again," she purrs, and then slides off of the bed. She moves quickly without a sign she was just fucked within an inch of her life and gathers up her uniform dress trousers. I watch with amused exhaustion as she swiftly slips them on and tucks her uniform back into the top of her pants.

Judy zips up her uniform, her movements brisk and efficient despite the lingering effects of your passionate lovemaking. She straightens her collar, making sure everything is in order before turning to face you with a playful grin. "Well, I suppose I should get back to work," she says, though there's a hint of reluctance in her tone. "But don't worry, I won't forget about our little arrangement. In fact, I might just 'accidentally' schedule another patrol in your neighborhood soon." Judy winks at you, her amethyst eyes sparkling with mischief and promise. She gives your cock a parting glance, a subtle gesture that speaks volumes about her desire for future encounters. "Until next time, handsome," she purrs, turning to saunter towards the door with a sway in her hips that's impossible to ignore.

Judy returns to active duty the next day as if nothing had happened at all. All the semen I pumped into her, only a tiny fraction leaked out. Her rabbit officers continue to hit on her, as does her former partner, but she grows even more evasive than normal easily turn them down over and over again. A week passes without seeing me again, even though she patrols in the area I was frequenting. Frantically Judy begins to dig up leads into the darker end of Fetishes, "Humanism," Where upstanding Animal Citizens grow infatuated with humans, and human sex. She starts to hunt down leads about "Breeding Medications," that might allow a human's seed to find purchase within an Animal.

Judy spends countless hours poring over obscure texts and consulting with experts in the field of interspecies relations. Her quest for answers becomes an all-consuming obsession, driving her to neglect her duties and relationships alike. Despite her best efforts, Judy finds herself constantly distracted by thoughts of you and the incredible experience you shared. She can't shake the memory of your cock buried deep within her, the feeling of your seed filling her womb, and the tantalizing prospect of potentially carrying your offspring. As the days turn into a week, and a week turns into a month, Judy's usually vibrant demeanor dulls, replaced by a haunted look in her eyes. She becomes withdrawn and irritable, snapping at her colleagues and pushing away those who try to offer support or comfort. Deep down, Judy knows she's crossing a line, delving into forbidden territory that could jeopardize her career and reputation.

Eventually she finds something, a barest hint, a whisper. But she springs on it with a blazing renewed vigor. There's an underground club that Caters to Animals with that strange new fetish, Humanism, and she wastes no time in adding herself to the task force investigating it. Several more days pass and she crows internally with victory as she comes across reports of a cutting edge drug that's being peddled at this "club." Agent Z it's called, and seemingly it allows a human to successfully impregnate a Zootopian if consumed within an hour of copulation. Judy sinks back in her seat eyes shining with a renewed light that had all but faded from them. She WOULD go undercover and retrieve this new Drug, And then she'll find me.

Judy's eyes gleam with determination as she reads through the classified reports, her heart racing with excitement at the prospect of finally getting what she desires most - a chance to conceive with you. She knows the risks involved in going undercover, but the allure of Agent Z proves too great to resist. Within days, Judy submits her proposal to her superiors, emphasizing the potential benefits of infiltrating the Humanist club and bringing the sick individuals behind the disgusting fertility drug to justice. After a tense meeting, she's given the green light, albeit with strict conditions and heavy supervision. Judy spends the next week preparing for her mission, honing her cover story and learning everything she can about the club's patrons and operations. When the night finally arrives, she dons a provocative disguise and ventures into the unknown, her mind focused solely on securing Agent Z and reuniting with her human lover.

Judy steps out of the Uber ride onto the curb, her skimpy latex outfit making her feel bare and exposed. The bull driver shoots her a lustful glance as she shuts the door and drives off. Tightening the strap of her black faux leather purse over her shoulder she carefully projects allure and control as she strides down the street in her black spike heels, heading for the dingy side door just down the road.

Judy takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the role she must play. As she approaches the unassuming entrance, a shiver runs down her spine, a mix of apprehension and anticipation. She knows the path she's chosen is dangerous, both physically and emotionally, but the promise of Agent Z and the possibility of fulfilling her deepest desires keeps her moving forward. With a confident stride, Judy pushes open the door and steps into the dimly lit alleyway. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something darker, more primal. She follows the sound of pulsating music to a set of stairs leading down into the depths of the club. As she descends, Judy's heart pounds in her chest, a combination of fear and exhilaration coursing through her veins.

She swiftly navigates through the crowds of animals all apparently high and grinding against one another. As her research suggests there's a door in the back. She heads to it, self conscious of how her tail wags back and forth, exposed in this lewd dress. None but a few of the animals around her pay attention, all more focused on dancing or drinking or taking drugs. As she draws near the dimly lit door a large hand closes on her shoulder. "Whachu doing here, little missy? This here is a special door. I don't let every one in." A thick stupid voice comes down toward her from above. Keeping calm Judy looks up and puts on a frenzied look. "Humans are the Best, aren't they?" She whispers the pass code with a touch of out of her mind insanity in her voice.

The burly animal's grip on her shoulder tightens, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinizes Judy's frenzied expression. For a moment, he seems uncertain, then a slow, cruel smile spreads across his face. "Hmm, maybe you're right, sweetheart," he rumbles, his hot breath washing over her ear. "Let's see if you've got what it takes to prove it." With a rough shove, he pushes Judy through the doorway, into a narrow corridor lined with shadowy alcoves. The air is heavy with the musk of sex and the distant throb of bass. He grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "If you're gonna be one of us, you better be ready to put in the work," he growls, his other hand sliding down to grope her ass through the latex.

Judy endures the attention and plays along as best she can. "B-but... I really n-need to see it. A h-human... human c-cock. I Ah! I need it!" she replies doing her best to sound frenzied and out of touch. The rhino grunts again at her lack of response and shoots her a disgusted look. "You Humanists are all fucking crazy. Degenerates," He mutters as he releases her ass. With a disgusted look and a wave he points deeper into the dark hall. "You had better have your money ready, the Doc don't take kind to lookieloos." He spits once in disappointment and then lets himself back into the club. Now alone Judy sighs a deep breath, wiping the frenzied mask off of her face and heads towards the indicated door. She unconsciously clutches her purse feeling the thick stack of bills there.

Judy's shoulders relax slightly as the rhino disappears back into the main club, leaving her alone in the dimly lit hallway. She takes a moment to compose herself, smoothing her latex dress and adjusting her purse before continuing down the corridor. The air grows heavier with each step, the scent of sex and desperation becoming almost overwhelming. Judy's heart races, a mix of anxiety and anticipation building in her chest. She knows she's walking a dangerous line, but the promise of Agent Z and the chance to fulfill her desires propels her forward. Finally, she reaches a door marked with a crude, hand-drawn symbol of a human penis. Judy swallows hard, her palms growing sweaty as she raises a fist and knocks three times. The sound echoes through the empty hallway, followed by the click of a deadbolt disengaging.

As the heavy door swings open the distant sound of copulation fills here ears. Rough, powerful, violent slapping of flesh on flesh pours into the hallway that serves as a barrier to the otherwise "normal" seedy club above. A long-limbed bird with glasses on his beak looks down at her, and Judy once again adopts her frenzied mask. The bird sees her shift in expression and his sigh is swallowed by the moans of animals in the distance. "Another client?" he muses in a high thin voice. "Well if Phillip let you in, then you've got the right connections." He steps back into a cushly furnished lounge area. The continued sounds of sex float in from several doors down a long padded hallway. He gestures for Judy to enter and as she does he shuts the heavy door behind her fastening the bolts closed one by one. Task complete he turns back to her and dawns an annoyed look. "I suppose the only real question is if you have the funding required for a session, or not."

Judy steps into the plush lounge, her eyes widening as she takes in the opulent surroundings. The rich fabrics, the polished wood, the expensive art on the walls – it's a far cry from the seedy club upstairs. She feels a twinge of unease, realizing just how much money she was required to bring for a chance at conceiving with you. She nods jerkily, still maintaining her frantic facade as she rummages through her purse. Her fingers tremble slightly as she counts out the thick stack of bills, her heart pounding in her chest. When she's certain she has enough, she holds out the cash with a shaky hand. "I... I have it," she stammers, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of passion. "Please, I need to see a human. To be with a human. I'll do whatever it takes."

"Don't give it to ME, you sad thing. I'm a scientist." Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black device. Pressing a button there is a short pause and one of the doors down the padded hall way opens and the sounds of violent sex pours into the waiting area. Judy quivers, feeling herself instictively becoming aroused. "Cock! H-Human! Cock... SO.. So BIG!" a pained and euphoric animal voice echoes out from the room punctuated by the sound of flesh colliding. From the now open door a small female hedgehog in a white lab coat exits, turning back to close the door behind her and baffling the sounds of copulation once more. "Give the money to my assistant." The bird doctor clarifies. Judy holds out the thick stack of bills towards the hedgehog woman who takes it with an understanding smile. "Really dear, I understand. Human males are so.... intense," She comments as she begins counting the stack.

Judy's breath catches in her throat as the hedgehog woman enters, her eyes drawn to the white lab coat and the air of professionalism surrounding her. Despite the depravity of the situation, Judy can't help but feel a spark of admiration for this woman, who seems to embody a sense of control and expertise amidst the chaos. As the hedgehog begins counting the money, Judy's gaze drifts back to the open door, her mind conjuring images of the violent, passionate scene unfolding beyond. She swallows hard, her body responding instinctively to the sounds of raw, animalistic pleasure. "Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "They're so big. So powerful. I need to feel that intensity inside me." Judy's eyes lock onto the hedgehog's, a desperate plea shining in their amethyst depths.

The hedgehog shares a look with the bird doctor and then returns to counting the stack. Judy keeps her frenzied expression letting the intensity envelope her and keeping the front up. It's actually easy as it echoes her real feelings towards her experience with me, but underneath it she keeps a firm grip on her control. As the technician counts the last few bills she nods. "It's all here Doctor. Enough for two doses of Agent Z and a copulation session with a Stud," The small woman explains. The bird doctor adjusts his glasses giving Judy a critical eye. The silence stretches, filled with the muffled sounds of fucking from the rooms beyond, and Officer Hops keeps a firm grip on herself, letting a little anxiety show as would be in character with her cover. Finally the doctor nods and reaches into his pocket. He comes out with a small plastic bag with two pills as thick as Judy's smallest finger. He fixes here with a glare. "This is the Agent. Take one dose before copulation. And the second dose AFTER he inseminates you. AFTERWARD, do you understand?" He explains holding the small plastic bag out to Judy.

Judy's heart races as the doctor hands her the precious pills, her fingers trembling slightly as she accepts the small plastic bag. She nods vigorously, her frenzied expression never wavering. "Yes, Doctor! I understand perfectly. One dose before, and the second after... I'll make sure to follow your instructions exactly." She tucks the bag safely into her purse, her mind whirling with the implications of what she's about to do. The thought of ingesting a drug designed to enhance conception sends a thrill of excitement through her, mixed with a healthy dose of trepidation. "Now, about the stud..." Judy says, trying to keep her voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart. "Which one should I choose? I want to make sure I get the best chance of... success."

The bird doctor turns to his cohort and rubs his beak. "Who do we have on deck currently?" He asks and the hedgehog woman pulls out a small clipboard, leafing through a few pages. "Most of our Studs are currently.... occupied. I think the one in Cabin 8 has had enough down time." She suggests. The doctor looks away and makes a consider sound. "The Speeder? He is on his last legs if I recall right. He's been with us the longest of our current batch of Studs, hasn't he?" The bird asks, and Judy feels her heart seize. The Speeder? It... it's not possible is it? She thinks to herself and then tries to focus as the hedgehog is already replying. "....almost a month now. We've been using him rather heavily, given his assets he's quite popular. But he is scheduled for disposal at the end of the week. His sperm count has fallen quite badly I'm afraid." The woman replies. The doctor shrugs and makes a shooing gesture. "He will do. These types are never picky," he says eyes darting to Judy derisively. A month ago? The timing lines up with Sam's Disappearance. It's not possible. I can't be Judy thinks her feigned frenzy becoming a mask no longer. A grip of fear reaches up and grips her skull as the other doctor leads her into the padded hallway, all the way back to the door with an elaborate "8" etched on it.

Judy's mind reels as she's led to Cabin 8, her thoughts racing with the shocking revelation. Could it truly be you, Sam, the Speeder, the stud scheduled for disposal? The timing aligns, but it defies logic. Yet, as she stands before the door, her heart pounds with a mix of dread and hope. When the doctor opens the cabin, Judy's eyes widen at the sight before her. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. On the bed, a ruggedly fit human lies sprawled, his chest heaving as he catches his breath hands locked to the headboard by heavy metal shackles. Judy recognizes him instantly, even in his debased state – it's you, Sam. For a moment, Judy is frozen, her gaze locked on your exhausted form.

I seem weak and pale, my skin slicked with sweat, and my thighs caked in dried love juices and semen. The Hedgehog doctor steps aside to let Judy inside and gives her a sympathetic expression. "Number 8 was such a prime specimen. His mating organ was very much above average as far as humans go. I'm afraid that made him...." she pause as if trying to think of a palatable way to say something, "popular." She continues. "As you can see, he's barely been allowed any rest this past month. And while we keep our Studs well nourished intravenously it still wears on them over time. He lasted much longer than the average Human Stud. But I think yours will be his last session." Then she gives Judy a tiny pat on her hip. "You have thirty minutes. And remember, one dose before, and one after you've managed to get him to seed you." And then she slips out of the room, closing it behind her. In the dim light of Cabin 8 Sam slowly stirs. The room reeks of old human sweat and animal scent mingling with the overpowering smell Judy now realizes is Human Sex. She clutches the small plastic bag with its two pills tightly. This is it, irrefutable evidence of a Human Sex Trafficking Ring. I've got them.

Judy's heart races as the door closes behind the hedgehog, leaving her alone with you, Sam. She approaches the bed cautiously, her eyes fixed on your weakened state. Part of her wants to rush to your side, to comfort you, but she knows she must maintain her cover. Taking a deep breath, Judy quickly winds the baggie tightly around the pills within and with a quick moment to focus she slides it up into here cunt, hiding it. Stealing evidence grinds against her morals but.... it's the real reason she even hunted this place down. She meets your gaze, her own eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Sam... I know this isn't ideal, but I'm here to help you. We can get through this together," she says softly, trying to reassure you without revealing her true intentions. Judy hesitates for a moment, then gently shifts the shackles your wrists so they don't bite so harshly into you. She sits beside you on the bed, her hand resting lightly on your arm.

"O..... Officer...?" I croak out softly, and Judy reaches out and covers my mouth. "Just Judy, Sam. Listen, we're going to get you out. Just... Just relax. Is there anything we can jam under the door?" She asks. Not understanding my head droops to the side barely able to focus. Judy swears under her breath softly and then reaches out to the nightstand. Finding it bolted to the floor she swears again. Sighing she reaches into her purse and removes the small transmitter from within the hidden pocket in the lining.

Judy's fingers brush against the small transmitter as she retrieves it from her purse, a surge of relief washing over her. This could be their ticket out of here. She quickly activates the device, hoping it will reach the police frequencies she set up earlier. "There, that should send a signal to the station," she murmurs, tucking the transmitter back into her purse. "Now, let's figure out how to get these locks off without drawing too much attention." Judy scans the room, her keen rabbit senses taking in every detail. Her eyes land on the IV bags hanging from the ceiling, and a plan starts to form. "We might be able to use those IV needles to jam the lock. But I'll have to pull it out of you." She trails off, her mind racing as she searches her purse for anything that might work.

"You know... I dreamed.... dreamed about you. That'd you'd come for me," I croak out my voice hoarse. "S-stupid think to dream." I sputter, nearly falling unconscious once more. Finding nothing of real use in her purse Judy swears. "They could be coming back to check on us anytime.... Sam.... SAM! Focus." She whispers urgently. Against her better judgement I feel her reach out and slap my face sharply. I suck in a breath and focus my eyes on her. "Am I dreaming?" I ask slowly my voice slurring.

Judy's eyes widen at your question, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. She shakes her head firmly, trying to dispel the notion. "No, Sam, you're not dreaming. I'm real, and I'm here to help you escape. But we need to stay focused and work together." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. Reaching into her purse once more, Judy pulls out a small multi-tool, its various functions glinting in the dim light. "This might take some time, but I'll try to pick the lock on these cuffs. Just hang in there, okay?" With a determined nod, Judy sets to work on the shackles, her nimble fingers manipulating the tool with precision.

I groan as I feel her begin working on the shackles on my arms. The warm but harsh metal digging into the welts already formed under their unforgiving edges. Judy manages to work one open and then her ears go upright and sharp. She hears the sound of light footsteps approaching the room. The Hedgehog Doctor coming to check She determines and with a regretful look slides onto my hips positioning my thick member between her legs. Quickly she begins to rock along it's length uttering faux moans of intoxicated pleasure.

Judy's eyes dart to the door as the footsteps grow louder, her heart pounding in her chest. With a deep breath, she forces herself to adopt the role of a lust-crazed bunny, grinding against your throbbing member with increasing urgency. "Mmmph... oh yes, just like that... harder... please," she moans, her voice dripping with fake desire. Judy's mind races, desperately trying to stall the approaching doctor while keeping up the charade. As the door handle turns, Judy leans in closer, her hot breath tickling your ear. "Remember, stay quiet and pretend to be enjoying this. I'll do my best to distract them," she whispers, her words tinged with a mix of reassurance and apprehension.

The door opens and the Hedgehog Doctor peeks in. Judy keeps on her motions and intoxicated moans, and wonder of wonders my dull brain plays along as well. I sputter some nonsense about how good she feels or some such. The doctor makes several notes and then nods to herself before leaving. As the door clicks closed once more, Judy freezes looking back at the portal, still making faux moans.

Judy lets out a shaky breath as the door closes, her body still poised suggestively against yours. She slowly releases her grip, her hands trembling slightly as she disentangles herself. "That was close," she whispers, her voice laced with relief. Judy takes a moment to collect herself, then turns to you with a determined look. "Now, let's finish getting you free. I'll work on the remaining cuff while you rest up. We still have a lot to do before we can leave this place for good." With renewed focus, Judy returns to the task at hand, her fingers dancing across the lock as she attempts to release you fully.

I relax, panting hard. "I remember the last time we did that, Miss Hops.... better times." I groan as she tugs on my other wrist cursing softly as she twists the lock into the light. "I've been inside so many animal women since then. All of them crazed and insatiable.... But I still remember you most," I croak with a exhausted smile. Judy pauses to fidget in shame, not really trying to open the lock, and glances at me. Is she going to admit how desperate she grew when I vanished? How badly she grew in my absence?

Judy's ears fold back in embarrassment as your words strike a chord within her. She bites her lip, struggling to find the right response. Finally, she admits in a quiet, vulnerable tone, "I won't deny it, Sam. When you disappeared, I was consumed by worry and desperation. The case became an obsession for me, driving me to extremes I never thought I'd sink to." She looks away, her cheeks flushing with shame. "In the month that followed, I found myself drawn to... certain vices, trying to fill the void left by your absence. But none of it ever compared to being with you." Judy's gaze drifts back to yours, her amethyst eyes shimmering with a mix of guilt, longing, and gratitude. "So, yes, I remember our time together fondly. More than fondly, actually."

"Did you seek out other Humans?" I ask voice full of hurt. Judy reels back stunned, then shakes her head and returns to working on the cuff. "No.... but... But I saw a lot of things. A lot of bad things. I was in a dark place." She admits and with a tiny gasp of success the finally tumbler on the lock on my cuff comes open. My other arm drops with a thump to the bed and Judy looks down with panic. Her heart thumps loud and fast in her chest as I don't respond to her soft calls. But then she sees my chest slowly rising and falling. I've simply fallen asleep.

Judy exhales a sigh of relief as she watches you drift off to sleep, your chest rising and falling steadily. She carefully moves to position herself beside you, her hand brushing against yours reassuringly. "It's okay, Sam. You're safe now. I've got you," she murmurs, her voice filled with tenderness. Judy takes a moment to study your peaceful face, marveling at how handsome you look even in your exhausted state. Her gaze wanders to the corner of the room, then fishing into her purse she pulls out a small clock. The first hints of dawn should JUST begin to paint the sky. Judy knows they can't linger here much longer. They need to move, to get you out of this hellhole and back to safety. "But we can't rest yet," she says softly, gently shaking your shoulder. "We need to keep moving, get you somewhere secure."

Shakily she opens the device and accesses the building schematics within it. Here... then here... and Yes. Cabin 5. There's a back way out there She notes. Checking the clock again she sees she still has 20 minutes left of her "30 minute session." Withdrawing the now active transmitter she slides it under the bottom of the drawer of the nightstand. Quickly she gathers up the sweaty sheets from under me and winds them around my waist, covering my exposed body. She knows I'm exhausted, almost to the point of death, but with an exit plan mapped out there is really no choice. Fishing once again in her purse she withdraws some smelling salts and craps the small pod under my nose harshly returning me to awareness.

Your eyes flutter open as the pungent aroma of the smelling salts fills your nostrils, forcing you back to consciousness. Judy quickly snatches the pod away, giving you a moment to adjust. "Sorry about that, but we don't have much time left," she explains, her voice laced with urgency. Judy helps you sit up, supporting your weight as you struggle to regain your bearings. "Listen, Sam, we need to get out of here quietly. Can you stand on your own for a bit? I'll help you, but we can't risk making too much noise." Judy offers her arm, ready to assist you as you stumble to your feet. She glances at the clock once more, noting the dwindling time with a growing sense of unease.

"I... I can move. I mean I have to, right? That or get left behind." I gasp. And with a grunt I pull the IV needle from my arm, letting it flop to the floor. Judy reaches out and I feel her tiny form slip under my arm as I try to stand. As I play my weight onto her I feel her about to buckle and then she straightens, managing to hold my weight. I know I weigh a lot less now from the strain and harsh use, but I still find myself impressed. Slowly we cross the room one step at a time to the door. "Look outside," I hear her hiss at me softly, and I place my eyes to the window that's at human height and look down the hall. "There's no one there. No wait.... I see a bird.... It's stepping out of the door." I feel Judy tense even harder under me and then she relaxes slightly as I continue. "All gone now. It's empty out there."

Judy exhales a sigh of relief as she peers out the window, confirming that the coast is clear. She adjusts her grip on you, preparing to make a swift exit. "Alright, let's move. Stay low and follow me closely," she instructs, guiding you towards the door. Judy carefully pushes it open, scanning the hallway for any signs of danger before slipping out with you in tow. As you both make your way down the deserted corridor, Judy's senses remain on high alert, her ears perked up and her eyes darting from side to side. She leads you towards the stairs, her mind racing with plans for your escape. "We're almost there. Once we're outside, stick close to me and don't make any sudden movements. We'll head for a side alley and find a secluded spot to regroup,"

I nod silently as Judy guides us to Cabin 5. As we near the door with the ornately carved "5" on it the sounds of sex drift to our ears from within the room. Judy pauses chewing her lip as we linger outside. Then she firms her determination and opens the door. The sounds of sex wash over us as the door opens. Inside a lithe otter sits astride a dark skinned Human, rocking and bouncing frantically. She let's her voice echo out into the room full of frenzy and pleasure. Judy spots the small plastic baggie on the nightstand beside the bed, a single large capsule contained within. Evidence She thinks to herself, suddenly aware of the baggie she has stashed within her. If I manage to take that they might not look for my doses She thinks as she slips inside. Fortunately for her the Otter is out of her mind high on the Agent Z as she rocks and groans on the Human beneath her. For his part the Man is trying to focus but is barely holding it together. Judy's eyes dart around the room, mentally consulting the schematics she was looking at earlier, looking for the back door exit in this room.

Judy's gaze locks onto the small plastic baggie sitting innocently on the nightstand, containing the crucial evidence they need to bring down the operation. She calculates the risks, weighing the potential benefits against the dangers of being caught. Seizing the opportunity, Judy swiftly moves towards the nightstand, her movements fluid and precise. In a split second, she scoops the baggie into her purse, ensuring the incriminating contents are safely in her possession. She returns to your side slipping under you once more. She carefully and slowly helps you towards the far side of the room behind a bar full of clothing. Judy notices the Human male's eyes flicker towards her, a spark panic igniting within their depths. She realizes he realize something is off. "Time to go," *Judy whispers urgently to Sam.

As we move together a clearly slurred voice echoes in the room. "What are yoo lookin' at?" The Otter woman still high and aroused glances around the room with a look of confusion on her face. Just as we slip under the hanging clothing Judy feels her eyes fall on the pale skin of my back. "Ish that a Hooman?" The Otter asks, as Judy presses against the back of the closet. With a harsh clack the back wall swings open. "Gotta hurry now!" Judy hisses just as the Otter calls out with a slurred "HEY!" and Judy and I slip into the darkness of the corridor. The wall behind us swings shut with a soft click and I struggle to hurry along, my exhausted body slowing both of us down. Judy curses harshly as we slowly make our way deeper. "That damn Humanist Otter saw us. It's too much to hope that they think she's just high and hallucinating. Especially when they check Cabin 8." She mutters as we penetrate deeper.

Judy's heart pounds in her chest as she navigates the dark corridor, her keen senses straining to detect any signs of pursuit. She can practically feel the seconds ticking away, each one bringing them closer to discovery. "We need to pick up the pace, Sam. Every delay increases our chances of getting caught," she urges, her voice low and urgent. Judy adjusts her grip on you, using her smaller frame to propel you forward. As you stumble through the shadows, Judy's mind races with strategies to throw off any would-be trackers. She remembers the layout of the complex, the blind spots and dead ends designed to confuse intruders. "Stay close and trust me. I've studied the floor plans until I know these tunnels like the back of my paw," Judy assures you, her confidence bolstered by her familiarity with the labyrinthine passages.

"What would I do without you, Officer Hops?" I murmur back, still struggling to keep going forward. She dwells on the morbid reality of the answer thinking back to how I was scheduled for "disposal". And refuses to reply. "Come on, there's a way out ahead," She encourages me instead. After maybe 15 more minutes of slow sluggish walking she steers us to the left and under a burning electric light a ladder reaches up into the shadows apparently leading to the surface. "Once we're out, I'll send the signal for the raid to go forward. Don't worry, Sam. We're almost through this. I promise I won't leave you this time," She finishes her encouragement quietly almost speaking to herself.

Judy's resolve hardens as she gazes up at the ladder, the prospect of freedom and justice within reach. She squares her shoulders, determination etched on her features. "Let's move, Sam. We're almost there," she says, her voice steady and resolute. Judy begins to ascend the ladder, her agile body navigating the rungs with ease despite the weight she's carrying. As she climbs higher, Judy's thoughts turn to the raid that will soon descend upon the facility, thanks to the intel she's gathered and the evidence she's secured. The knowledge that countless lives will be saved because of her efforts fuels her strength, pushing her to overcome the exhaustion and fear that threaten to overwhelm her. "Just a few more rungs, Sam. We're almost there," Judy encourages, her voice ringing with conviction.

I grunt without words as my tired arms slowly drag my even more exhausted body upward. Judy reaches the top first and with a concerted shove she opens the hatch into the night air. She climbs up and turns back to watch me climb up slowly, face painted with worry. When I finally crest the exit I slide free and flop onto the street. Judy pulls my legs out of the way and shuts the hatch before pressing the hidden button on the inside of her heel sending the go signal to her task force. Then she pulls me to the side and we both rest in the shadows of a nondescript building somewhere inside the city.

Judy watches anxiously as you struggle to emerge from the cramped confines of the tunnel, her heart heavy with concern for your well-being. Once you're safely above ground, she helps guide you to the side of the building, where you both collapse into the shadows. "Thank goodness you made it," Judy breathes, her relief palpable. She wraps an arm around your shoulders, offering what comfort she can in the midst of the chaos. "Help is on the way. My team should be arriving any minute now." As if on cue, distant sirens begin to wail, growing louder with each passing second. Judy's expression hardens, her cop instincts kicking in. "They're responding to the distress signal I sent out. We need to get you to a safe location until backup arrives," she explains, helping you to your feet.

I nod silently and let Judy lead me off deeper into the city, presumably towards a safe house. As we stumble off the sounds of sirens grow, and then fade as well as the team converges onto the club that is the cover for the Humanist Society Club.

Judy keeps a firm grip on your arm as she leads you through the winding streets, expertly navigating the city's maze-like alleys and side roads. The sounds of the sirens recede into the distance, replaced by the hum of urban life - chatter, car horns, and the occasional bark of a dog. After several blocks of brisk walking, Judy slows to a stop in front of a nondescript brownstone. She produces a set of keys from her pocket and unlocks the door, ushering you inside. "This is a safehouse maintained by the ZPD. It's equipped with all the amenities you'll need while you recover," she explains, flipping on the lights to reveal a cozy living room with a plush couch and a kitchenette in the corner. Judy helps you settle onto the couch, pulling a blanket over your lap.

I fall asleep almost immediately, my nudity bothering Judy slightly. The bedsheet wrapped around my waist still reeks of animal sex fluids and my own semen and as her adrenaline begins to level out now that we have reached safety, it makes her begin to ache with need. She sighs deeply and glances about then slowly she parts her legs and slips a finger up inside of herself. She can feel her fingertips brushing the tightly wrapped plastic package she's hidden inside and with some care she manages to remove the small baggie holding her pair of doses of Agent Z. Part of her hesitates, this is evidence, it would be wrong to keep it, but the larger part of her that has grown dependent on my touch overrides her sensibilities. Quickly she tucks the pair of plastic wrapped pills into a hiding spot and checks her purse to make certain the singular dose she stole off of the nightstand in Cabin 5 is still there. This will have to be enough. If I pass this off as the dose I bought no one at the ZPD should suspect a thing She decides and sets about searching the Safe House for something I could wear that doesn't smell of sex.

With a deep sigh, Judy reluctantly tears herself away from your sleeping form, her conflicted emotions warring within her. She knows that keeping the Agent Z doses is wrong, but the temptation to experience your touch again proves too strong to resist. Shaking her head, Judy forces herself to focus on the task at hand - finding suitable clothing for you. She rummages through the safehouse's modest wardrobe, selecting a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants sized for a Rhino that should fit comfortably. Returning to your side, Judy gently shakes your shoulder, trying to rouse you from your slumber. "Sam, wake up. I found some clothes for you to change into," she murmurs softly, holding out the garments.

She shakes for several seconds but I'm dead asleep. Proximity to the reeking clothing burrows deeper into her psyche. She shakes her head resisting the smell, and holding fast to what's "proper." She gives me several more shakes before determining that I am not going to awaken anytime soon. With a sigh she unknots the sheet around my waist and pulls it free from around me with some effort. She has to swallow hard as the thick thwack of my cock slapping onto my thigh echoes slightly in the mostly empty apartment. Her eyes drift down and follow my semi-flaccid member and she can feel her pulse begin to race. It's been over a month since she had her one night with me and even now she can remember the encounter, the strain, the acceptance, the incredible orgasms she'd never ever reached before or again since. She lingers watching my cock, and eyes roam up across my tightened chest. I've lost weight, and look wan, but all it really has done is burn away the extra fat on my body. My muscle is tight under the skin now and clearly outlined. I look even more attractive to her now than what she remembers in her memories.

Judy's breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your exposed body, her gaze lingering on every defined curve and sculpted plane. Memories of your passionate encounter flood her mind, reigniting the desire she thought she had buried deep within. Swallowing hard, Judy tries to shake off the haze of lust clouding her judgment. She knows she shouldn't give in to her baser instincts, especially not while you're vulnerable and recovering from your ordeal. Steeling her resolve, Judy reaches out to help you dress, her movements gentle and efficient. She slides the shirt over your head, careful not to disturb your sleep. The fabric stretches taut across your broad chest, accentuating your muscular physique. Next, Judy maneuvers the sweatpants up your legs, tugging them over your hips with great difficulty. She has no practice moving someone as large as you are.

Finally seeing me somewhat decently covered she chucks the sweat soaked sheet into the laundry and sits down in the kitchen. She drops her purse onto the table top and pulls out her cellphone out. Protocol is to remain out of contact until Agents arrive to debrief her. She twiddles her thumbs with nervous energy. Long minutes pass and suddenly Judy can feel the energy that had been keeping her elevated finally give out. She sighs hard, setting her phone back down and sets her head onto the tabletop, letting her eyes slowly begin to edge closed.

The adrenaline that had been coursing through Judy's veins for hours finally begins to ebb, leaving her feeling drained and emotionally raw. Exhaustion overtakes her, and she finds herself unable to resist the pull of sleep. Her head comes to rest on the cool surface of the kitchen table, the events of the past few days catching up with her all at once. The weight of the mission, the danger she faced, and the intense emotions stirred by your presence take their toll. As Judy drifts off, her mind wanders to the stolen doses of Agent Z tucked away in the safehouse. A part of her yearns to indulge, to experience the blissful oblivion that comes with surrendering to her deepest desires. But another part, the part that clings stubbornly to her sense of duty and morality, recoils at the thought.

Time passes as Judy dreams an empty sleep. More, she HAS dreams, but they are carnal and explicit, full of animals atop bound humans riding with wild abandon. One by one they turn to look at her, eyes frenzied and shining. They all appeal to her, inviting her to join them, and with a shudder she shoves the dream away, sinking into a deeper stupor. Eventually she slowly stirs back to consciousness and looks out the window of the safe house that faces the dawn. Slowly light bleeds into the apartment. She stands and stretches, looking down at her revealing outfit with a slight ounce of shame. Then she again glances out the window to see figures moving quickly towards the apartment she and I are in.

As the first rays of dawn filter through the windows, Judy stirs from her restless slumber. Disoriented at first, she gradually becomes aware of her surroundings - the unfamiliar furnishings of the safehouse, the faint scent of antiseptic in the air, and the warm weight of your body pressed against hers. Sitting up slowly, Judy rubs the sleep from her eyes, wincing as the events of the previous day come rushing back. The dangerous escape from the Humanist compound, the narrow brush with capture, and the overwhelming emotions stirred by your vulnerability. A sudden movement outside the window catches Judy's attention. Through the glass, she sees a group of shadowy figures approaching the safehouse with purposeful strides. Recognition dawns as she realizes it must be her fellow officers, coming to secure the scene and conduct their investigation.

She breaths a sigh of relief as a familiar Fox strides through the parking lot with a cocky air. Beside him is a nervous but cheerful dog officer. The two move out of sight as they reach the stairwell leading up to this floor. She settles back onto the chair in the kitchen, glancing over at me in worry. I remain asleep, looking dehydrated and worn. Only now as she looks at me in the light of a new day does she notice how my hair has grown longer, unkept, almost wild. She takes tight reign on herself as she hears the footsteps of the officers approaching with her sensitive ears.

The sound of approaching footsteps grows louder, signaling the arrival of her colleagues. Judy takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the debriefing to come. She knows she'll have to account for every detail of the mission, including the compromising situation she found herself in with you. Rising from her seat, Judy smooths down her wrinkled dress momentarily stopping to reel internally that she's so lewdly dressed still. Still she squares her shoulders and levels her gaze at the door, trying to present a professional appearance despite the circumstances. She moves to stand beside your sleeping form, ready to explain why she brought you here rather than leaving you at the scene. The door bursts open, and three officers file into the safehouse - a Fox named Clawhauser, a German Shepherd named Bellwether, and a young mouse she didn't see in the street named Flash. Their expressions range from concerned to intrigued as they take in the scene before them.

Clawhauser cracks a wide grin and openly eyes Judy up and down, but Bellwether elbows him in the midsection and strides inside. He shoots Judy a professional opinion, ignoring her garb as just another thing that was required to do. "Report Officer Hops!" He barks his voice snapping with authority. Judy watches with protective dismay as the mouse officer scampers past the two larger animals and heads directly for the couch where I sleep. But at the bark of the lieutenant her training takes over. Her head snaps forward and she assumes an at attention posture, which unfortunately makes her square shoulders press her barely covered hard tits firmly against her too tight dress. She salutes and begins to recount the nights event's concealing the presence of the two doses of Agent Z, and implying the single dose she has in her purse was all she was given.

Bellwether listens intently as Judy delivers her report, her keen canine senses picking up on the subtle tension in the younger officer's voice. While Judy carefully omits mention of the original two doses of Agent Z, Bellwether notices the slight tremor in her hands and the flush creeping up her neck. But mentally he plays it off to handing such degenerate contraband and thinks nothing more of it. He believes her account fully. "Very good work, Officer Hopps," Bellwether commends, though his tone remains stern. "Last word was the crack team was able to secure the facility fully and the Bird and Hedgehog you describe were apprehended." He gestures to the mouse officer, who nods eagerly. "Flash, what's the status of this.... unfortunate Human." He asks his voice curling into a sneer of barely concealed revulsion.

The Mouse officer returns a swift salute. "His pulse and blood pressure are within acceptable limits for a Human, sir. But he's heavily dehydrated, and malnourished from what I can tell. I believe he's going to require serious care to recover." The small female's voice answers. The full sided Shepard nods in response and reaches onto his vest to hold up a small receiver. "Area secured. Two occupants. One Officer Hops, and one unknown John Doe. Potentially a threat, please advise dispatch," He barks into the mic and waits for a reply. Judy feels herself tensing at his description and watches with unease barely held in check as the Fox eyes her lewdly one more time. Then the radio crackles to life. "Be advised, be advised, reports of multiple Human Hostages have been confirmed on site. Likely the Human is non-hostile. Repeat Human is Non-Hostile." The dog officer narrows his eyes at me suspciously as I lay still asleep on the couch then nods. "10-4 Dispatch. Send in rescue and Medical. He doesn't look good." and then releases the radio receiver. He turns back to Judy. "Good work, Officer. Gather your things and be sure to turn over all the evidence you gathered on site."

Judy feels a wave of relief wash over her at the confirmation that you pose no threat. She relaxes her rigid stance, though she remains acutely aware of Clawhauser's lingering gaze on her exposed cleavage. "Yes sir, right away Lieutenant," she replies crisply, giving a final salute before turning to collect her belongings. As she gathers her purse, Judy's fingers brush against the hidden compartment containing the stolen Agent Z doses. For a moment, she considers slipping them into her pocket, but the risk of discovery is too great. Reluctantly, she leaves them behind, knowing it's the right thing to do despite the pang of regret in her chest. It's unlikely they'll search the safe house and she can return at a later time to fetch them. Turning back to face her superiors, Judy straightens her dress as best she can, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "Is there anything else you need from me, sir?"

She asks as she gathers her purse. She snaps it open and fishes inside for the baggie containing the single dose she swiped from Cabin 5. She hands it off to the Mouse officer who thanks her quietly. "Negative, Officer Hops. There's a squad car downstairs in the lot. You're free to take it and take some R and R. We'll expect you tomorrow morning at the station of course to take your state again officially. Let me just say you've done an excellent job, Ma'am." The dog officer answers. Judy shoots one last harsh glance at the still leering fox and then a more forlorn one at me as I lay on the couch. She hates to be parted from me after finally finding me again but knows it's best. She can't risk letting any of her collogues even suspect what her intentions really are. Judy heads outside and down to the parking lot where she finds a squad car as described. She turns the engine over and drives a short distance off and parks, waiting. More officers arrive in a short while, including a medical team and Judy watches with growing tension as I'm am shuffled out on a gurney followed by a small flood of ZPD officers. She remains in place, waiting, tense as the last of them leave. Then she waits a full hour. Finally deciding enough time has passed, she slips out of the squad car and rapidly crosses back to the safe house. She finds the apartment unlocked now, and slips inside quickly crossing to the compartment she had stashed her two doses of Agent Z in.

With trembling paws, Judy opens the compartment, her heart racing as she searches for the precious capsules of Agent Z. Relief floods through her when she finds both doses exactly where she left them inside their clear plastic baggie, untouched and intact. Holding the bag close to her chest, Judy allows herself a moment to savor the victory. The thrill of having successfully completed her mission both official and personal, combined with the forbidden excitement of possessing these illicit substance, sends a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. But reality soon intrudes, and Judy forces herself to focus on the task at hand. She knows she needs to get out of here with of the evidence before anyone discovers it. With practiced efficiency, she tucks the baggie safely into her purse, making sure they're well-hidden among her other belongings.

Then looking around one last time making certain she leaves not sign behind, she slips back out of the apartment, pausing only to wipe down her paw prints off of the hiding spot and the door knob. Afterward she returns to the squad car and drives back to her apartment. Once there she stashes the overly large pills inside her prescription allergy medication, shaking the bottle so the small white pills completely cover the large red ones and replaces it in her medicine cabinet. From her research into the Humanist Organization before the raid, the pills work, the ACTUALLY work and allow a human to Breed a Zootopian. The resultant offspring is still the correct species of the female in the equation, but some elements of the Stud's DNA is somehow carried over. Personality, a touch of dominant features like fur and eye color, and a few other things are also melded into the joining. Judy feels her paws begin to shake almost uncontrollably as she returns the prescription allergy bottle to it's place on the shelf, dangerous contraband hidden withing. And to think if I'd never gone looking for this, and found whispers of the Cult, I would never have found Mr. Speeder again. He'd be dead right now. She swallows hard, suddenly overwhelmed by the coincidence and luck she's had. Not only did she find me, but giving into her dark desires yielded the possibility of the impossible.

A profound sense of gratitude washes over Judy as she reflects on the incredible series of events that led her to you. Despite the dangers and moral quandaries she faced, she knows in her heart that everything happened for a reason. Finding you alive and relatively unharmed, and discovering the secret of Agent Z, feels like fate itself guiding her path. *Emotionally spent from the whirlwind of activity, Judy sinks down onto her bed, the events of the past few days finally catching up with her. She longs to lose herself in the euphoric haze of Agent Z, to take the pills and just climb onto your waiting cock, to forget about the complexities of her world and simply revel in being Bred by you, to have your litter. But this will have to wait. Judy doesn't even know if you'll recover or... if you're still interested.

She shudders with shame as she thinks about it. It's possible you've had all you can stand of Animal kind, being press ganged into a Breeding Stud for over a month. Forced to Breed animal after animal without any say in the matter. Refused food, rest, and presumably fed a cocktail of drugs and stimulants to keep you revile. As she considers your situation and what you experienced she begins to strip off her lewd dress. She glances down at herself and recognizes the signs of her physical arousal. There's not denying it, even just thinking of the trauma you've been put through turns her on. Almost against her will she slips a paw down between her legs and into the waiting heat and slickness of her arousal. She visualizes vividly being atop you once again, bucking her hips as she did to "cover" when the Hedgehog checked in on her. Only in her fantasy she doesn't stop and instead presses onto you, slacking her dark thirst. As the fantasy swirls to life within her mind her fingers work her tortured flesh hard and fast, wrenching a climax from herself swiftly.

As Judy comes down from her intense orgasm, a wave of shame crashes over her. How could she take pleasure in imagining something so horrific? The thought of you being subjected to such degrading treatment fills her with disgust, and yet... part of her can't deny the dark excitement it evokes. Guilt twists in her gut as she realizes the depths of her own depravity. Pushing those disturbing thoughts aside, Judy focuses on cleaning herself up and getting changed into more comfortable clothes. As she moves about her apartment, her mind keeps drifting back to you, lying helpless in the hospital. She aches to be by your side, to offer comfort and support as you recover. But she knows that's impossible right now. The last thing she wants is to draw unwanted attention to our previous relationship.

Judy winds through the day listlessly, resting frequently, and eating several times in small batches as is common with bunnies. But all the food tastes dull. Again and again she thinks of you in the hospital, and her fear builds terrors for her. You waking, surrounded by strange animals, panicking, thrashing, lashing out and possibly hurting someone. Or maybe succumbing to your exhaustion and slipping into a peaceful sleep that bleeds into death. Finally she finds she can't stand it any longer and turns on the News. A broadcast begins to play giving a bare bones sketch of the operation she just took part in, but all the details are hidden. Nothing much more than an Adult Club concealing contraband was busted by the ZPD today.

As the news report plays, Judy hangs on every word, desperate for any scrap of information about you. But the broadcast provides little concrete details beyond confirming the successful raid on the adult club. Frustrated, she switches off the TV and slumps back on the couch, her mind racing with worries about your condition. She debates calling the hospital for an update, but quickly dismisses the idea. Any inquiry from her would likely raise suspicions, especially considering the circumstances surrounding your rescue. No, she'll have to rely on the official channels for now, hoping that you'll pull through and make a full recovery. Unable to sit still any longer, Judy starts pacing her small apartment, her anxiety building with each passing minute. She knows she should try to rest, to prepare herself for the challenges ahead.

Time passes slowly for her. She knows she should just relax and wait, but her bunny nature asserts itself. With a sigh she stops and admits defeat. The advice of her older married sister comes to her, "If you're home alone with nothing to do... You can always rub a few out. It really takes your mind off of things, Sis." She shakes her head at the absurdity of the idea. She's never lacked for something constructive to do, either studying, or enforcing, but now that she's been FORCED to do nothing she yield to the unconventional wisdom. Judy flops down onto her couch and spreads he legs apart and tries to think of something to get horny about. Despite her better judgement a sharp memory of my semi flaccid cock as it lay slumped across my thigh while I slept helpless in the safe house boils up to the top of her mind.

To her shock, the image of your limp member sends a surge of lust through her body. Judy gasps softly, her pussy clenching with desire as she pictures herself straddling your lap, sinking down onto your cock inch by delicious inch. In her mind, she imagines feeling you grow harder inside her, stretching her walls deliciously as she rides you towards ecstasy. Biting her lip, Judy slides a paw beneath the waistband of her panties, her fingers seeking out her wet folds. She moans softly as she touches herself, lost in the fantasy of being filled by you once again. Her hips rock instinctively, grinding against her hand as she fucks herself faster, chasing the release she craves.

"Oh please, Breed me. I want your litter," She mutters to herself low and sultry. Briefly she feels a flash of guilt but banishes it harshly. It's a fantasy, it's ok to indulge. Focusing on her memories of being stretched out by you oh so long ago, she feels a surge of heat in her nethers. Her sensitivity seems to spike ten fold as she plays out the rest of the fantasy: Taking advantage of my sleeping helpless self. Coaxing my flaccid cock into full arousal and treating it like one of her hidden Human Sized toys. In fact.... with a grunt Judy slides off the couch to swiftly dart into her room, where she opens the bottom drawer of her dresser. There buried under several folded grey sweatpants she finds her "Human Toy," And pulls it out. It flops somewhat softly in her grip and she feels a touch of disappointment at both the fact it's smaller than I was, and how squishy it is in her hands. Sam was so much better than this. She admits to herself, and then, dropping her sweats to the floor, she spreads herself out onto her mattress ready to dive back onto the fantasy with focused desire as she presses the head of the toy against her hot folds.

With a shuddering moan, Judy pushes the tip of the dildo inside her dripping cunt, relishing the stretch as she takes it deeper. She rocks her hips, working the toy further into her greedy hole, until it's fully seated inside her. Panting heavily, she reaches down to rub circles around her sensitive clit, the dual stimulation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her core. In her mind, it's not a lifelike silicone phallus stuffing her, but your thick cock splitting her open, claiming her as yours. She imagines your strong hands gripping her narrow hips, pulling her down onto your shaft as you fill her over and over again. The fantasy is so vivid, so real, that Judy can almost feel your warmth enveloping her, smell your musky scent filling her nostrils.

She utters my name over and over as she thrusts into herself, letting her hips press upward in time. Judy pants enjoying the sensation chasing a high of release as she plays out the fantasy. In her dream she slightly sinks her teeth into my chest, biting hard, but not so hard as to wake me, and slaps her hips down onto my shaft over and over again. She decides she NEEDS to feel me cum inside of her again, her body screams at her how right it is. How much she missed it. In reality her begins pumping her silicone phallus faster and faster into herself free paw making tighter and tighter circles on her clit.

The coil of tension in Judy's lower belly grows tighter and tighter, winding ever higher until it finally snaps. With a keening cry, she comes undone, her pussy contracting rhythmically around the dildo as waves of ecstasy crash over her. Through it all, she continues to chant your name like a prayer, lost in the blissful haze of her fantasy. As the last tremors fade, Judy collapses back onto the bed, utterly spent. She lies there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow, before reluctantly removing the toy from her sensitive folds. Wiping it clean, she returns it to its hiding place, already craving the next time she can indulge in her forbidden desires.

In the wake of the high Judy remembers the white hot climax I once wrung from her body not once, but twice. Even now the release she manages with the aid of toys and her memories isn't close to as strong. She shudders, wondering if she's been corrupted by my touch. Maybe all the other ZPD who think Humanism is a degenerate disease are right? Have I been broken somehow by his touch? She wonders falling into a slight depression as is common after such a high. She chews on her lower lip as she straightens from the dresser now hiding her taboo Human Sized Toy once more. She rubs her thighs together feeling the ache caused by the toy, and once again remembers how GOOD it felt to be on me, to take me into her throat, my taste, and how satisfying it was to push me into losing my control with her body. She squeezes her arms around herself with shame and excitement blending inside, and takes a sharp breath. No, no I'm not wrong. We meant something. He wanted to be with me before I ever took a move. It's not wrong, it's not! She decides and sighs once more. Physically tired she slips on her sweat pants again, covering her sex slicked cunt and thighs, and heads to the kitchen for some dinner.

While preparing a simple meal of mixed greens and vegetables, Judy's mind wanders back to you. She hopes desperately that you're recovering well, that you'll pull through this ordeal and be able to resume your normal life. The thought of never seeing you again, of not being able to apologize properly for abandoning you, fills her with a deep sorrow. As she eats mechanically, Judy's thoughts drift to the future. If you survive, will you even want to see her again? Will you blame her for leaving you vulnerable to the Humanists? The uncertainty weighs heavily on her, casting a shadow over her otherwise triumphant mood. Determined not to let negativity consume her, Judy finishes her meal and clears away the dishes. She needs to stay positive, to believe that everything will work out for the best.

With a sigh Judy heads into the shower and slips free of her comfy sweats, and runs the water. She steps inside enjoying the feeling of water running over her fur. Without an explicit fantasy she lets her fingers start to work her sex once more, just enjoying her own touch. She knows her routine and follows it mechanically pushing her body into another release, but it feels shallow. Empty. Normal. Still it's another surge of endorphins and elevates her mood more, if she manages not to dwell on any Humanist Fantasies. Then she lets the water cleanse her juices and soaps up her fur before rinsing clean once more. Sighing she towels off and gets ready for bed.

As Judy settles into bed, her mind inevitably drifts back to you. She pictures you lying in a sterile hospital room, hooked up to various machines, fighting for your life. The thought makes her heart ache with worry and guilt. If only she had stayed by your side, perhaps none of this would have happened. Turning onto her side, Judy curls up into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest. Hot tears spill down her cheeks as she allows herself to grieve for what might have been. She mourns the loss of your friendship, the potential for something more. In her despair, she whispers your name like a prayer, begging whatever gods may listen to watch over you and bring you safely back to her.

"Sister, you big liar," She mutters to herself. Playing with myself didn't do anything at all but pass the time. Judy decides just as she drifts off to sleep. In the morning she dresses in her Blues and clips on her badge. Inspecting herself in the mirror she can't help but feel like she looks tired. Still the depression of the previous day has passed, and she gets a quick salad for breakfast before locking up her apartment and heading off to the station to give her full report on the events of the raid. And maybe I can get word on Sam, she hopes internally as she turns the car over and drives to the station.

At the precinct, Judy goes through the motions of filing her report, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite her inner turmoil. She carefully avoids mentioning any hint of the first two doses of Agent Z, clearly and explicitly documenting only ONE does was given. She can't entirely leave mention of you out of it, but plays off her personal rescue of you to the fact that she had heard you were going to be "disposed of". Throughout the day, Judy finds herself constantly glancing at her phone, hoping for updates on your condition. She resists the urge to call the hospital directly, knowing it would likely raise red flags. Instead, she waits anxiously for any scraps of information that might come her way. As the hours drag on, Judy throws herself into her work, using it as a distraction from her worried thoughts. She interviews witnesses, analyzes evidence, and assists her colleagues in following up leads related to the case. All the while, her mind remains preoccupied with concerns for your wellbeing.

Eventually the call comes down from her immediate superior. "Hopps, Get in here!" the crude voice growls. Judy shuffles her papers together into a stack and slips from her desk, quickly darting to the glass office in the corner. She steps inside carefully. "And close the door!" her Captain, a Pointer Dog named Rowley, barks at her. Judy complies and lines up at attention before his desk. The sleek black furred dog doesn't give her more than a side glance as he runs his eye over a report on his desk. Judy swallow silently as she remains at attention, waiting patiently until finally Rowley gives a grunt. "I understand you rescued a Human Male from that Humanist bust the other day." He says finally turning an eye onto Judy. His tone is neutral and questing and Judy knows she has to play this carefully and not give away too much information.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Judy meets Rowley's gaze steadily. "Yes sir, that's correct," she replies, keeping her tone even and professional. "When we raided the facility, I discovered him locked in a restraints in one of the Cabins used for intimate sessions. He appeared to be in critical condition, so I made the decision to extract him immediately for medical treatment." The lie rolls smoothly off her tongue, mixed with enough truth to pass any deep research, but Judy's heart pounds in her chest. She prays that Rowley won't ask too many probing questions, knowing that any inconsistencies in her story could potentially lead back to her involvement with you prior to the raid. "What's his status?" Rowley asks bluntly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Last I heard, he was still in surgery. They said they'd contact us when they knew more.""

"Sir, I hadn't been able to get away from my station to day to check in on him, sir." Judy snaps back professionally. Rowley gives a growl and glances down at the report reading slowly. "It seems he's been asking after you," And Judy feels her heart surge double time. "Ahem, I mean he's been asking after 'the rabbit who got him out,'" he clarifies reading directly from the report. "I expect that's you," he finishes and shoots Judy a level look. Judy gives her superior a questing look, not exactly certain what he wants out of this, despite every inch of her screaming to head to the hospital and reconnect with you immediately. "Sir?" She asks neutrally. "Look, Hopps. You're one of our Best. And given your ah... personal contact with this Human, I want you to look in on him." He begins hesitantly. She struggles not to perk up or give sign of excitement. "Hopps. We can't have this getting into the media. Things with these Humanist freaks is bad enough. If the public learned how some deranged individuals were treating their captives. Well... it could mean War. I need you to get into contact with this rescue of yours and smooth things over. Mollify him. If we can keep the media off the scent of things... maybe it'll blow over." He orders.

Judy nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Of course, sir. I'll handle it personally," she assures him. A wave of relief washes over her at the prospect of being able to see you again, even if it's under false pretenses. She knows she'll have to tread carefully, walking a fine line between maintaining professional decorum and expressing genuine concern for your wellbeing. "Good," Rowley grunts approvingly. "Keep me updated on his progress and whether he plans to go public with this. Dismissed."

"Sir!" she snaps back with a salute and returns to her desk. Once there she forms up her stacks of papers and files them away one by one into the correct locations. Then checking her messages, and finding none, she quaffs the last of her coffee. Every fiber of her being is urging her to drop everything and head directly to the hospital, but she knows she has to play it cool. Remain professional, nonplussed, in control. Even so she feels her paws shaking with excitement as she slide out of her desk chair once things are all put away. Swiftly she hurries across the floor, dodging every ZPD officer who calls to her, and heads to the garage to get into the squad car and head to the hospital.

On the drive to the hospital, Judy's mind races with possibilities. What will she say to you? How will you react to seeing her again if you're in your right mind once more and after all this time? Part of her fears that you might resent her for never finding you again, for not doing more to protect you. But another part, a secret part she tries to ignore, hopes that you'll welcome her presence, that you might even be glad to see her. Pushing those conflicting emotions aside, Judy focuses on the task at hand. She needs to project an air of calm professionalism, to reassure you that the incident is being handled and that justice will be served. At the same time, she yearns to comfort you, to offer support in whatever way she can. It's a delicate balance, one that she's determined to strike perfectly.

Darkly her thoughts drift once more to her stashed doses of Agent Z in her apartment. How exactly should she bring those up, SHOULD she even? She remembers the pillow talk you two shared the one time you were together carnally. Was it all just role play with you? Or has your suffering under the captivity of the Humanists spoiled everything? She has to play it very very carefully. Judy comes to no solid conclusion as she parks her vehicle in the underground parking beneath the hospital, and lets herself inside with her badge and ID. "Oh the cute human? He's up on floor 3, out of surgery, and conscious." The badger nurse answers her questions. Coyly Judy tests the waters trying to extract information. "Surgery? What happened to him? It's really unusual for a Human to be in one of our hospitals isn't it?" She asks smoothly. Her hear skipping a beat when the nurse describes me as "cute" and a low thrum of jealousy running up her spine.

The nurse shrugs dismissively, clearly not interested in divulging sensitive information. "He was pretty badly beaten up during the raid. Broken rib penetrated his peritoneum. There was a bit of internal bleeding, that sort of thing. As for why he's here instead of a human hospital..." She trails off, giving Judy a pointed look. "Let's just say the Hospital Head insisted." she replies leaning in close to Judy she lowers her voice before going on. "Something about wanting to make sure he received proper care and wasn't subjected to any further trauma." The nurse's tone makes it clear she thinks the whole situation is highly irregular. Feeling frustrated but knowing she won't get anywhere by pressing the issue, Judy thanks the nurse and heads towards the elevator. As she rides up to the third floor, she takes a moment to collect herself, smoothing down her uniform and taking a few deep breaths.

She reads the numbers one by one as she walks slowly along the corridor. Internally she counts them to herself, feeling her fur start to stand more on end as she gets closer and closer to the room I'm supposed to be in. Judy turns the corner and spots the room, 317, and holds her breath suddenly feeling faint. She sways on the spot reaching out to hold herself upright wondering silently if she's ready for this. Taking a firming breath she firms her will. She HAS to see me, both for official reasons, as well as personal ones. Even if he hates me now, I have to see this through she thinks to herself and strides up to my room. With a quick knock she pushes the door open and steps inside.

Inside the room, Judy sees you lying in the hospital bed, looking pale and frail. A livid bruise has come up on one side of your face and tight bandage wraps around your torso, but she recognizes you instantly. For a moment, she stands frozen in the doorway, overwhelmed by a rush of emotion - relief that you're alive, guilt for not having found you sooner, and a deep affection that she can no longer deny. Stepping fully into the room, Judy approaches your bedside cautiously. "Hey there," she says softly, forcing a smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I had a crazed hippo riding on me," I reply voice slightly slurred. Then I pause and give Judy a smile, somewhat ruined by the bruise on my face, "In fact if I remember it right I DID have one about 10 days ago." I give a soft chuckle and then stop with a wince as my ribs hurt. The silence stretches between us and I spend the time letting my eyes devour the sight of Officer Hopps once more. she looks so good in that uniform. So proper, so correct, so prim I think to myself. But unbeknownst to me she twitches and fidgets internally. My quiet enjoyment of her presence feels more like a cold distance to her. She finally drops her eyes to the floor and swaddles herself in the coat of "duty" and begins to run through the short list of routine questions for someone recovering from a traumatic event.

Judy listens attentively as you recount your harrowing experience, her heart aching for the pain and suffering you endured. She fights back tears, knowing that showing weakness now would only upset you further. Instead, she maintains a professional demeanor, focusing on gathering information and providing support where she can. As she goes through the standard checklist of questions, Judy keeps stealing glances at you, drinking in the sight of your battered form. Despite the injuries, she finds herself drawn to you, her attraction growing with each passing minute. She longs to reach out and comfort you, to wrap you in her arms and never let go. But she restrains herself, knowing that such actions would be inappropriate given the circumstances. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, Judy speaks up. "Is there anything else you need?"

I spot the tiny droplet of a tear in one corner of her eye as she asks, her voice going tight. "hey... hey hey hey, now Judy. What's the matter?" I ask, trying to soften my raw voice. She stiffens and looks away squeezing her eyes shut, forcing a tear out of each eye. She takes in a deep breath and pushes away my sympathy. "If there's nothing else you need, Sir. I will be going. I have... I have... Reports to file," She replies voice going thick almost to tears. I reach out as the small rabbit turns to leave and my hand closes around her tiny wrist gently, but even such weak contact holds her fast, tighter than the metal manacles I had been restrained in.

Judy freezes as your hand closes around her wrist, her pulse racing at the unexpected contact. She turns back to face you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. In that moment, all her carefully constructed walls crumble, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. "I couldn't find you," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't track you down. I failed you." A single tear escapes, rolling down her cheek as she gazes at you imploringly. "Please forgive me. I never stopped searching for you. Never gave up hope that I would find you alive.""

She closes the distance to the side of my bed and crumples into my side, tears leaking in an constant flow to dampen the wrap around my ribs. "Hey, no. Judy. No. Don't say that," I sputter hoarsely. "I got caught... I was out speeding the next night. In... the same area. I was hoping, hoping to find you again, you know?" I explain as I feel this small bunny at my side shaking with self recrimination and misery. "But the officer that pulled me over... wasn't... an officer. They had weapons, and forced me into the trunk of my own car. I didn't... things are really hazy after that. They gave me things. Pills, and other stuff. And there were... animals. On me. It's all a jumble. Like a terrible dream," I go on hesitating. Trying to make her understand, KNOW it's not her fault. "If I hadn't been out of my mind, desperate to see you again. If I hadn't been out speeding again, they wouldn't have caught me."

Judy clings to you desperately, her sobs muffled against your side. Your words wash over her like a balm, easing the crushing weight of guilt that has haunted her for weeks. She knows logically that she bears no responsibility for what happened to you, but hearing you say it aloud brings a measure of peace to her troubled soul. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulls back to meet your gaze, her amethyst eyes shimmering with residual moisture. "I'm just so relieved you're safe now," she murmurs, reaching up to tenderly brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I was so afraid I'd lost you forever." Her touch lingers, fingertips tracing the contours of your face with reverent wonder."

I enmesh my fingers into the fur on the side of her face, the tender gesture reminding her of our one night together. I feel her push into my hand enjoying the touch. "I thought I'd die in there before I saw you again, Judy. As bad as it got... I never forgot about you. I kept dreaming you'd come for me, find me, save me, take me away." I croak out to her. "I never want to lose you again, Judy. Marry me." I finish proposing on impulse. There is no procedure for it, no norms to follow, it's not even accepted in Zootopian society. But every fiber in Judy's body wants to agree. Flushed with emotion Judy admonishes me for my foolish request.

Judy's eyes widen in shock at your sudden proposal, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. For a brief, glorious moment, she allows herself to imagine accepting, to picture building a life with you beyond the constraints of societal norms. But reality crashes down upon her, and she shakes her head sadly. "You know we can't do that," she whispers, though her body betrays her true feelings, arching into your touch like a cat seeking pets. "Our worlds are too different. Society would never accept us together." She leans in, resting her forehead against yours, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But oh, how I wish it could be otherwise. You've captured my heart, Sam. Completely and utterly."

"Society be damned. Maybe I can't marry you, Judy. Maybe you can't even have my kids. But I want to be with you. Be IN you again. Almost losing my life after losing my freedom made me realize. I've only ever been happy when you're making my pulse race, my heart throb, my mind blissful." I pour out my admiration, my raw throat growing more worn as I continue to talk. "Don't you DARE ever leave me again. I don't care what it takes."

Judy trembles at your impassioned declaration, desire and trepidation warring within her. She knows she should resist, maintain her professional composure, but the temptation is simply too great. Slowly, deliberately, she reaches up to cup your face in her palms, her thumbs brushing lightly over your lips. "Shhh, easy there tiger," she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr. "We've got plenty of time to figure this out later. Right now, you need to focus on getting better." With a wink and a saucy grin, she leans in until her muzzle is barely an inch from yours, her warm breath ghosting over your skin. "When you're healed up and back on your feet, maybe we can discuss some private recovery sessions. Just you, me, and a big comfy bed. Sound good?"

"Yes. It sounds like a dream." I agree as she leans forward and goes up onto her toes to reach me. I feel her soft mouth press into mine gently with a sweet kiss, and then she pulls back. Briefly her thoughts review my confession and some of her doubts evaporate in the light of my admiration. Then she considers the Agent Z she has hidden. It might make some of my dreams a reality, but now isn't the time to talk about that. I should focus on healing first. Judy sighs as she pulls away from my side and settles back onto her heels. Then she explains what her Captain wants from me, and what we need to do to keep our relationship concealed.

After sharing a passionate kiss, Judy reluctantly disentangles herself from your embrace, knowing that she must return to her duties. However, she cannot bear to leave without ensuring that you understand the precarious nature of your current situation. "My captain wants to keep your involvement in this case under wraps for now," she explains, her expression grave. "It's crucial that we maintain plausible deniability regarding your captivity by the group that held you. And... That means keeping our relationship strictly professional while you're recovering." She pauses, biting her lip nervously before continuing. "Once you're released from the hospital, I'll arrange for you to stay at a secure location until we can determine whether or not it's safe for you to return home. We'll need to be discreet about our interactions during this time. Can you manage that?"

"I can hold myself back.... But once I'm well enough to leave. Will you come with me? Would you leave Zootopia behind, leave the human world behind too, and just Go?" I agree and then suddenly pin her with a hard question. She can hear the pleading in my voice, the passion, the need she had feared was corrupted and extinguished by my cruel treatment. I still want her. She struggles to keep the front of duty before her, but I've already burrowed underneath it, Judy finds she can't hold back an honest answer.

Judy's breath catches in her throat at your earnest plea, her resolve crumbling under the intensity of your gaze. She knows she should refuse, insist that her duty to Zootopia must come first, but the longing in your voice proves too powerful to resist. "Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "For you, I would go anywhere. Leave everything behind if that's what it takes to be with you." Leaning in close, she presses a fervent kiss to your lips, pouring all of her love and devotion into the gesture. "Just promise me you'll get better soon. Promise me we'll have our chance at happiness."

I slide my fingers into her fur once more, tightly gripping her small head as she tries to pull back. I grunt with the sharp pain but pull her up and forward as I return her kiss with several more of my own. I pour my adoration into her mouth, despite my pain, and make it absolutely clear that my desire for her hasn't waned even slightly. She responds in kind, her body melting against my chest as she pushes up higher onto her toes once more, pressing more and more wild kisses back. Our tongues dart back and forth taking turns pressing into one another's mouths, mine large and hot, powerfully pressing forcefully into Judy's mouth. Hers light and quicksilver making quick circles around my and pressing back into my lips as I withdraw. Several seconds pass before I yield my grip with a final groan of pain. "And don't you forget it." I croak to her as I release my hold in her fur finally.

Judy gasps softly as you release her, her chest heaving with exertion. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red, her pupils dilated with arousal. She looks thoroughly kissed, her normally pristine uniform disheveled and rumpled. "I won't," she promises breathlessly, straightening her clothes with trembling hands. "Never." Taking a step back, she offers you a radiant smile, her eyes shining with love and anticipation. "Get some rest now. I'll check in on you tomorrow morning." With a final lingering look, she turns and heads towards the door, pausing briefly to glance back over her shoulder. "Sweet dreams, Sam. I'll be thinking of you tonight." Then she's gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the memory of her heated kisses burning on your lips.

Time passes slowly. Judy is shocked at how slowly a fully grown Human male heals. She stops by once every four days offically toeing the Department Line and keeping the questions formal and controlled. Reporting back to her Captain exactly the kinds of things he wants to hear. Unofficially Judy is stopping by every other day. She pushes my injured form hard as we spend at least a couple minutes of every visit kissing hard and passionately. She decides I'm not ready for more for weeks, until one day she slips into my room dressed in casual clothing, a loose blouse and a tight pencil skirt. We're in the middle of a hard make out session once more when I feel her paw slide down under my covers and slip inside my blue hospital gown.

As your hands roam over her petite hips, exploring the softness beneath her clothes, Judy lets out a soft moan of pleasure. She arches into your touch, craving more of your heat, your strength. When your fingers slip beneath her skirt, caressing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, she whimpers needily. "Oh, Sam..." she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "Touch me. Please. I need to feel your hands on me." Emboldened by your enthusiasm, she guides your palm higher, allowing you to cup the damp heat between her legs. A shudder runs through her body as you stroke her through the thin fabric of her panties, her arousal evident even through the barrier of cloth. "That's it, baby," she encourages, grinding against your hand. "Make me feel good. Make me forget everything except you."

She glances back toward the open door into my room knowing she can't risk closing it. Anything out of the ordinary would draw attention. She grips my wrist tightly guiding my hand onto her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. She leans forward going up onto her toes to begin kissing me passionately as we have been for weeks now. I stir her sex expertly, coaxing every inch of her flesh with delicacy and care. I feel Judy shudder hard on my hand, body screaming with need. "That's it Sam. I'm so close. I need to feel it... feel it inside. Even if you're not ready yet I need part of you in me. Please," She purrs and kisses me more. With a groan of ache, my ribs still protesting, I deftly slip her soaked panties aside and begin to toy the entrance to her pussy with one thick fingertip.

A low, guttural moan spills from Judy's lips as your finger breaches her slick folds, her inner muscles fluttering eagerly around the invading digit. She rocks her hips in time with your movements, chasing the delicious friction that threatens to consume her entirely. "Yessss..." she hisses, her claws digging into your chest as she loses herself in the sensation. "More, Sam. Give me more." Driven by desperation, she hikes up her skirt with her free hand, baring her dripping sex to your hungry gaze. The musky scent of her arousal fills the air, a potent aphrodisiac that makes your head spin with lust. "Taste me," she demands breathlessly, guiding your head downward. "Put that clever tongue of yours to work. I want to ride your face until I scream."

"Just like the first time?" I ask my voice now smooth low and husky having fully recovered. Judy blushes deep and red as she remembers, but nods, rolling her skirt back fully. She releases my face to grip the sides of her panties, briefly moaning with loss as I pull my hand away. She slides her undergarments free and lets them fall to the floor with a wet SLAP. Then looking back at the door one last time she hikes herself onto my bed and slides over my neck. "Make it fast, love. I can't wait. And someone might see." She purrs and slides upward, planting her hips over my mouth. Hungrily I press into her hot slick flesh, plowing my thick tongue into her waiting hole she whips her head back immediately almost screaming with the sudden intensity. She had forgotten this... this FEELING! So much more powerful than any animal.

Judy cries out sharply as your tongue plunges into her aching core, her back arching off the mattress in ecstasy. Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you firmly in place as she grinds against your face with abandon. "Fuck, yes!" she gasps, her voice high and strained. "Right there, Sam. Don't stop!" The wet, obscene sound of your mouth working feverishly against her dripping slit echoes through the room, mingling with her ragged breaths and muffled moans. She feels the coil of tension in her belly tightening rapidly, threatening to snap at any moment. "So close..." she whimpers, her hips jerking erratically. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum on your fucking face!"

I want to growl "hold on" into her depths buy my mouth is full. So instead I wrap my hands around her waist and suddenly press her body down onto my mouth. I hold her tight and deftly take her clit into my mouth and SUCK. She goes wild on my face, squirming and bucking without control as her pussy contracts hard. She quivers and suddenly is pushed beyond her climax. I do not stop, deftly pushing her wracked body farther and farther, deeper into her orgasm. She shakes eyes rolling back and begins to white out as she has only two times before. And still I do not let her down. She begins to spasm without control on my face limbs twitching bonelessly and only when I feel her quivers begin to slow and come under control to I ease off her stimulation and slowly allow her mind to return to conscious control once more.

Judy collapses bonelessly atop you, her entire body trembling with the aftermath of her intense climax. Soft, keening noises escape her throat as she struggles to catch her breath, her fur matted with sweat and glistening with the evidence of her pleasure. "Holy shit..." she pants, her voice hoarse and wrecked. "That was... incredible." Slowly, gingerly, she lifts herself off of you, her legs shaking like a newborn fawn's. She sinks down onto the edge of the bed beside you, leaning heavily against your side as she regains her bearings. "I think... I think I died for a minute there," she jokes weakly, nuzzling affectionately into your neck. "If this is what happens when you recover, I may have to break you more often."

"I still got it. I 'broke' you last time too. It's just a shame I'm not recovered quite enough for you to return the favor...." I laugh, weakly, wincing as I pull the sheets up to my chin to mop up her juices. "Making you go blank like that is like a divine poison. It makes me hard as diamonds," I admit and let out a low groan of pain and need. Judy laughs softly and weakly from my bedside and looks up at me. "You had better heal up FASTER then." She wags a finger at me. "Oh I will. You still owe me that litter, remember?" I tease her and her mind now clouded by euphoria and my closeness she considers revealing the Agent Z she still has hidden.

Judy's eyes widen at your teasing remark, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She bites her lower lip, considering how best to broach the subject of the Agent Z she still possesses. After a moment's hesitation, she decides to test the waters carefully. "Ahem... About that litter..." she begins, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Well, actually, there's something I haven't told you yet." Reaching into her purse, she produces the photograph of one of the dark red pills holding the experimental fertility agent, holding it up for you to see. "This is called Agent Z. It's designed to enhance compatibility between species, allowing the possibility of successful interspecies breeding." Her gaze meets yours, filled with hope and apprehension. "You could actually do it.... Give me pups. If you wanted," She whispers fingers quivering on the photo.

I look down at the picture, and then back to Judy. "I recognize that, Judy.... At the club. In that room. The animals were taking something that looks like that. It's... it's not legal, is it?" I ask quietly. She shudders at my question, eyes going full of tears. "No... but it's hope. Hope for us, Sam," She replies softly. I gather the tiny bunny up in my arms, ignoring the fact she's slicked with sweat and her own juices. I hold her close feeling her hot body against mine. "I would give anything to be with you, that way. I want you to have my children," I murmur carefully into one of her sensitive ears. "Do you have any?" I continue softly, and feel her nod against me.

Judy nods solemnly against your chest, her heart swelling with a complex mix of joy and trepidation. She knows the risks involved, the potential consequences of their actions, but the thought of carrying your offspring far outweighs any reservations she might harbor. "I had three, but had to give one up as evidence. There's probably a lot more in the lockup from the club," she confesses softly, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. "The amount I have is enough for one mating. Only one. But..." She hesitates, biting her lip nervously. "We'd have to be careful. Secretive. If anyone found out, especially Chief Bogo, they'd kill my litter. And probably exile you. I'd... I'd go to prison. Maybe worse." A single tear escapes, trailing down her cheek as she searches your face for reassurance. "Are you sure about this, Sam? There's no turning back once we start."

"I won't turn you away, Judy. This is a miracle. When.... when I'm well enough. We'll escape, and disappear, just you and me. And we'll use it. I won't pull out, baby. I want it in you." I admit kissing the top of her head. She lingers in my warmth for long moments and then slips off the bed glancing around frantically. Her ears hears the sound of an approaching orderly maybe coming to check in on me. She scoops her soaked panties off the floor and hides them in her purse, and then rapidly rolls her skirt back down over her hips. She leaves before the nurse arrives. Days pass even slower than before, each session Judy unable to refuse my touch. She pushes onto my fingers, and tongue more and more lustfully almost like a crack addict. Repeatedly cumming from my touch harder and deeper than she is able on her own, she starts to grow more assertive and controlling. Part of her cringes down reeling back with horror at the idea of what she's doing: treating me like an object to sate her twisted lust. But of course it's not like that at all. I sate her desires eagerly enjoying letting this tiny bunny officer feel a surge of control and power, knowing that I can turn the tables anytime I want to. In fact every time she cums I swap the power dynamic easily and push her body deeper into climax than ever. And she LOVES it.

As the days stretch on, Judy finds herself increasingly consumed by her growing obsession with you. Every spare moment she has, she spends in your room, desperately seeking out your touch, your taste, your heat. The lines between professionalism and personal indulgence blur until they're practically nonexistent, her dedication to her duties slipping further and further away. "Need you..." she murmurs breathlessly against your skin, her claws tracing idle patterns across your chest as she straddles your lap. "Can't think straight unless I'm touching you." She grinds down against the prominent bulge in your pants, her swollen clit throbbing with need. "Please, Sam. Let me ride you. I want to feel you inside me when I cum this time." There's a desperate edge to her voice, a hunger that borders on feral.

I tilt her face up and draw her up my chest into a kiss physically lifting her off of my the bulge of my cock. "Not just yet love.... They say I'm almost mended. I can be discharged in a week or ten days tops. That means I'm probably fit enough to finally cum.... But not fit enough to FUCK you yet," I explain. I feel her body twitch with need as I say the word "fuck". Judy squirms, slipping a paw down between her legs. She begins masturbating hard and fast. "Not... not fair... You're a bully." she whines and I feel her suddenly quiver as she makes herself cum. She shakes against my chest hard for several seconds and then gives me an angry look. "Not enough. You bully. It's not as good unless you do it." She whines. I feel her shift in my grip and hike up my sheets. I gasp in shock as Judy slides down my chest and under my covers. I feel her paws parting my hospital gown and unable to see I feel her start to pump my cock smoothly. Just then a nurse peeks into the room. "Oh hello Mr. Doe. Did Judy already head home for the day?" The kind pidgeon nurse asks. I give a gasp as Judy pumps faster on my cock.

Judy freezes beneath the sheets, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as the nurse addresses you. Slowly, cautiously, she resumes her ministrations, moving with deliberate care to avoid making any noise that might alert the nurse to her presence. "Yes, she left about an hour ago," I lie to her smoothly, hoping the dim lighting of the room will conceal the flush of my face and the tent in the sheets caused by Judy's location. The nurse nods, seemingly satisfied with your response. She approaches the bed, clipboard in hand, ready to perform her routine checks. As she leans over you, Judy takes advantage of the opportunity to swirl her tongue around the head of your cock, savoring the salty-sweet precum that beads at the tip. "Everything seems to be healing nicely," the nurse remarks, scribbling notes on her chart.

As I feel her tiny mouth take the head of my cock inside I supress a grunt. The nurse reads my numbers and records them on her clipboard. "Everything seems normal Mister Doe. You will be free to go soon enough. It's a shame, Officer Hopps is going to lose her reason to come and see you." Then she leans close to the bed and lowers her voice. "I think maybe she's taken with you," And then gives a soft chuckle. Just then I feel Judy widen her jaws and relax her throat and force herself down onto my member. I tense just as the nurse turn away. and she leaves the room quickly. I can feel the rabbit under the sheets pumping her mouth over my cock smoothly going about half my length with each stroke, a practically impossible effort. With a groan I throw back the covers and look down to see the Officer squatting between my legs bobbing smooth and slow on my cock. She looks up at me with a wicked light in her eyes and starts to speed up as best she can given how much effort it takes.

Judy watches you intently as she strokes your cock firmly, matching the rhythm of her bobbing head. Quickly enough I find myself starting to thrust in time with her motions, trying to gain even a fraction of an inch more depth. Her breath hitches as she feels you swell in her grasp, and she increases her pace, eager to bring you to the brink. She moans softly, her own pleasure building as she imagines you filling her throat, claiming her as yours. Her pussy throbs in anticipation, but she holds back, focusing solely on pleasuring you. As you near your peak, she leans forward, taking you fully into her mouth and sucking hard, forcing herself with some great difficulty all the way down to the hilt. She feels you tremble, your thighs tensing beneath her as you spill yourself down her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she savors the taste of you, committing it to memory. A sense of satisfaction washes over her as she realizes that she's marked you as hers, claimed you in the most intimate way possible.

I feel my balls contracting hard as my thighs twitch, thrusting up to meet her downward force. She slides all the way to my base and I'm honestly shocked. I meet her eyes mine swirling with carnal need. Her hot gaze returning a savage invitation just as I climax. I feel her gulp greedily as I cum into her over and over, and as the last few throbs of cum pump into her waiting maw, she holds. Eyes leaking constant tears she finally slides herself off of my rod and coughs harshly, spattering cum and spit onto my bed. "F-finaly... Got you... in me." she gasps smirking with triumph I watch her lean forward and lick each an every drop of seed off of my sheets, and then slick her hands along my shaft to draw every speck of cum free. She sucks the last of it from the tip and then thoroughly cleans her fingers one by one with her mouth. "All of you," she croaks hoarse and triumphant.

Judy sits back on her haunches, a smug smile playing across her lips as she surveys her handiwork. Your spent cock lies limp and glistening before her, a testament to her thoroughness. She reaches out, gently stroking your thigh in a gesture of affection. "That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice rough from the abuse her throat endured. "Feeling you pulse inside me, giving me everything you had... It was everything I dreamed it would be and more." Leaning forward, she places a tender kiss on the tip of your cock, savoring the lingering taste of your essence on her tongue. Her ears twitch playfully as she gazes up at you through her lashes. "You know, if you keep this up, I might just have to keep you here longer,"

"I mean they think I already went home..... maybe you want to try my other hole...?" She purrs reaching down between her legs to stroke herself. "I want it in me, Sam." She coos rubbing faster. I watch as she rubs faster and faster repeating over again she wants me in her. Then she gives a tiny little squeek, which is actually very cute to me, and quivers where she squats on my bed, cumming once more. She gasps hard and slouches forward to rest her head against my leg. "Fuck.... It's never as good when I do it," she sighs sounding spent. And just like that her hypersexual manner sloughs free. "I should go. You heard the nurse, we can escape in a week at most!" She purrs eagerly. I reach out and stroke the fur on her head gently. "Yes, we'll be together in a week. It's an oath." I reply and then Judy slips out of my bed and creeps slowly to the exit from my room intent on not being detected.

Judy pauses at the doorway, glancing back over her shoulder at you with a mixture of desire and vulnerability in her eyes. The promise of your future together hangs heavy in the air, a tantalizing glimpse of the life you both crave. "We'll make it work," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the hum of the hospital machinery. "No matter what it takes, we'll be together. I swear it." With those words, she slips out into the hallway, her footsteps fading into silence as she disappears from view. For a moment, you're left alone with your thoughts, the weight of your shared secret pressing down upon you. But deep within, a spark of hope burns bright, fuelled by the knowledge that in just a week's time, you'll be free to pursue your dreams together, without fear or restraint.

The next few days pass in a blur of sexual tension. Over and over again Judy tempts me, begs me, entreats me to finally fuck her once again. But I resist. I know I'm not 100% yet, and if I can't give it my all I'm not ready. Almost as if to punish me, Judy forces me to make her climax three or four times each visit every other day, and then finishes the meetings by blowing my cock. Each time she eagerly consumes my cum making sure to savor every drop. I can tell it's extremely hard on her and by the last session before I am released I can see she is visibly worn. Regardless she pushes herself to suck my cock deep and hard, and I'm impressed. Her mouth and throat feel amazingly good and each time I cum I almost regret not blowing into her waiting womb. Finally the day I am to be released arrives, and Judy is no where to be seen. I gather my things, dressing in the sweats and tee shirt Judy dressed me in in the safe house, and say my farewells to the staff. I exit the front of the hospital not certain where I should god, when I spot a familiar figure dressed in a crisp blue uniform leaning on a tree in one corner of the parking lot.

Judy straightens up as she sees you emerge from the hospital, her posture radiating excitement and anxiety in equal measure. She strides towards you purposefully, her hips swaying with each step, drawing appreciative glances from passersby. "There you are," she says brightly, closing the distance between you in record time. "How does it feel to be a free man?" Without waiting for an answer, she throws her arms around you, crushing her petite bosom against your stomach as she buries her face in your chest. You can feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat, smell the sweet scent of her arousal mingling with her perfume. "I've been counting down the minutes since you woke up today," she admits, her voice muffled against your skin. "Now that you're healed, we can finally be together properly. No more sneaking around, no more stolen moments."

I watch as she fidgets and slips a finger into a pouch on her belt. She removes a small much scratched plastic baggie with to thick red capsules inside. "I brought them," she whispers softly into my belly and then looks up at me. "I'm ready." She says firmly and then pushes them back into her pouch. She takes my hand and walks towards her vehicle, not caring if anyone is watching as she draws me along by our connection. We drive in silence, which is pregnant with sexual tension. I can smell her arousal and can't help but hold a hard erection. Occasionally I can see Judy looking over at my pants her eyes tracing the outline of my full member as we wait at a stop light. Or a crosswalk. I can hear her breathing grow shorter and more forced as time passes. She's in full on mating frenzy I think to myself. Eventually we pull to a stop at a Motel and Judy tells me to wait. She exits the vehicle and rents us a room on the ground floor. Silently I follow her inside, letting her close the door behind us and lock it several times.

The moment the door clicks shut, Judy turns to you, her eyes blazing with desperate hunger. In one fluid motion, she shrugs off her duty belt, letting it clatter to the floor beside her boots. Her paws fumble with the zipper of her uniform top, tugging it open to reveal the expanse of her heaving chest, barely contained by the straining fabric of her bra. "Please," she whimpers, stepping closer until her body presses flush against yours. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me, claiming me, making me yours." Her trembling paws slide under your shirt, nails raking lightly over your skin as she seeks to undress you. Every touch ignites a fire within her, stoking the flames of her lust to new heights.

We fly out of our close each eager to reach the flesh underneath. I feel her flaws score my skin in her frantic need, and my nails make runnels in her fur as I strip off her bra. She groans with heat as we stand twining together, I lean far down to pull her hungry mouth onto mine. We kiss and twin together, hands questing over our hot forms. My fingers stroke and twist and titilate, exciting the already out of her mind aroused rabbit beneath me. I turn ready to draw her to the bed and she pulls back panting hard. "Wait... wait... One one second. Just wait," She pants and turns back to the floor. Her shaking hands dart to the duty belt and flip open pouches one by one in a frenzy. "What are you...?" I ask confused and burning with arousal as well. With a crow of triumph she flips a pouch open and extracts the much worn baggie. Popping it open her fingers close around one of the large pills. It seems almost comically large compared to her. She shakes so hard she nearly drops it and her mind goes back the months to when she "paid" for this dose in the Club. "One dose before. One Dose after. ONE BEFORE, ONE AFTER," the hedgehog doctor's voice speaks to her. Popping the pill into her mouth she struggles but swallows it smoothly. "Ok. Ok... Now I'm ready!" she purrs and crosses the space between us in a sultry manner. Placing one paw on my middle she pushes and I go with her force flinging myself onto the bed, ready and hard cock springing upright before her.

Judy crawls onto the bed, straddling your hips with predatory grace. Her paws roam over your chest, mapping the contours of your muscles as she settles into place. You can feel the heat radiating from her core, the dampness seeping through her remaining clothes as she grinds against you. "Are you ready?" she purrs, her voice husky with desire. Without waiting for an answer, she reaches down, guiding your aching cock to her entrance. With a swift, decisive movement, she sinks down onto you, enveloping you in her scorching wetness. I watch as the small girl pushes smoothly against me, inching farther and farther down my shaft. Each second is another magnitude of strain on her flesh but her face twists euphoric rather than pained. I watch as she forces herself deeper, relishing the pressure until finally I feel her hips rest against mine. A guttural moan escapes her lips as she bottoms out, your entire length buried deep within her. Her inner walls ripple and contract around you, pulling you deeper still as she adjusts to the stretch. "Oh gods, yes,"

She coyly reaches a finger up to rest it against the physical bulge on her belly. She can feel the hardness of my head pressing back against her fingertip. "Oh Gods.... It's better than I remember. Better than I fantasized about over and over and over again." She leans forward cocking her body at an angle to mine laying flat. She gathers her feet under herself and fixes me with a crazed wicked smirk. "I'm ready for this. I NEED this." Then I feel her bury her claws into my skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but leaving dents near to tearing. "GIVE IT TO ME!" She growls and begins to rock herself forward and up, sliding along my shaft. This time, I settle to watch, I will let Judy have this herself. I will not lose myself control, I will not push her more than she can take, I let her have this. I am a tool for her to sate this deep long denied dark desire.

As Judy moves atop you, her rhythm grows increasingly erratic, driven by pure animal instinct. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, building to a crescendo with every passing second. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, punctuated by high-pitched squeals of ecstasy as she chases her rapidly approaching peak. "Yes! Yes! YES!" she cries out, her voice rising in pitch with each word. "Harder! Deeper! Make me yours!" The room fills with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the creak of the mattress protesting their vigorous movements. Judy's entire body tenses, her muscles coiled like springs as she hurtles towards oblivion. With a final, shuddering cry, she shatters, her orgasm crashing over her in wave after wave of intense pleasure. "SAM!"

I watch as the rabbit astride me cum, my cock buried in her strained flesh. She shakes and quivers, this time finally reaching that plane of climax beyond sense by her own efforts. She screams harshly letting her body ride the high, and the strain inside of her pushes her beyond reason, and she feels her mind white out. She shakes and goes limp, slumping forward as I feel her walls clamp and pulse around me. Long seconds pass as she lays atop me, still impaled. And I let her rouse slowly returning to reality.

After what feels like an eternity, Judy stirs atop you, her body gradually relaxing as she floats back down from the heights of ecstasy. She lifts her head, gazing at you with unfocused eyes, a blissed-out smile curving her lips. "That was..." she starts, her voice hoarse from screaming. "...incredible." Slowly, she shifts her weight, carefully lifting herself off of you. A trickle of fluids follows, evidence of your combined passion. She collapses beside you on the bed, nuzzling into your neck with a contented sigh. "Thank you," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. "For giving me exactly what I needed. What we both needed." Her paw finds yours, intertwining your fingers as she snuggles closer.

I lean forward and kiss her cheek. "But... I'm not finished Judy. You still owe me that Litter," I growl softly and oh so low into her sensitive ear. She stirs faintly, her animal libido stoking her arousal. I slowly shift her body so that she lays face down and lift her hips upward into the air. Judy groans with lust, feeling a fresh throb between her legs. She automatically begins to posture herself under my control, shifting her hips so that her hole is aligned and ready. Then she feels me press my still hot head against her waiting hole and gasps sharp and fast. With a grunt of my own I apply pressure downward into her, slowly sliding myself back into her already strained flesh.

A keening wail escapes Judy's lips as you enter her once more, stretching her impossibly further than before. Her body trembles with the effort of accommodating your girth, her inner walls fluttering wildly around your invading length. "Y-yes," she gasps, pushing her hips back to meet your thrusts. "Fill me up. Claim me. Make me yours forever." Each powerful stroke drives her higher, reigniting the fires of her desire. Her claws dig into the sheets, bunching the fabric in her fists as she loses herself to the primal sensations consuming her body. "More!" she demands, her voice raw with need. "Don't hold back. Give me everything you've got!"

I entwine my fingers into her fur around her hips and take a tight hold and then I set a hard pace. I hold nothing back and begin thrusting down into Judy as hard and as deep as I would have a human. The force the depth the size the speed all of it is insane to her. It's more wild and carnal, more savage than any animal. She's amped into a frenzy of lust and arousal and to hold back her screams of need she takes a thick wad of bedsheets between her jaws and clamps down onto it. I keep the pace I set steady and soon the utterly lewd sounds of her super lubricated flesh accepting my cock fill the room with a wet slap slap slap.

Judy's world narrows to the exquisite sensation of your cock pounding into her, each brutal thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her vision tunnels, focusing solely on the overwhelming ecstasy consuming her from within. Through the haze of lust, she registers the obscene sounds filling the room - the wet smack of flesh meeting flesh, her own choked moans muffled by the sheets stuffed into her mouth. It only serves to heighten her arousal, driving her ever closer to the brink of madness. Just as she nears her breaking point, you reach around to find her swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with your thrusts. The added stimulation proves too much, and with a strangled scream, Judy comes apart in your grip, her body convulsing violently as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over her.

I am ruthless and fuck her straight through her climax. But am not cruel. I release my attention on her clit and instead slow my pace pounding into her slightly. She finds no peace of whiteness and lack of awareness. Instead my continued thrusts serve to only amp her higher. Each thrust another nail into her aching need. Each wet slap another layer of arousal. If this keeps going... I'll break! My mind will break! She screams internally, and just as she is about to beg off and ask me to stop she can feel it coming. Sense it as if by some animal telepathy she can smell my climax approaches. She grits down harder onto the sheets. Squeezing her eyes closed she gathers her voice to beg me to cum into her. Seed her. Mark her. Break her. At her chimes of encouragement I finally cataclysmic find my own climax within her walls. I cock my hips an press the head of my cock tightly against her womb and release.

As your hot seed floods her depths, Judy lets out a broken sob of relief, her body shuddering uncontrollably with the intensity of her own simultaneous orgasm. Her inner walls milk your cock, greedily drawing out every last drop of your essence as she clings desperately to the edge of sanity. "Yes!" she whimpers, her voice wrecked and raw. "Fill me up. Breed me. Make me yours." Even as the words leave her lips, Judy knows they're true. In this moment, she belongs to you completely, her body and soul laid bare for your taking. There is no shame, no hesitation - only the primal satisfaction of having her deepest, darkest desires fulfilled. Finally spent, she collapses onto the bed, your softening cock slipping free from her abused hole.

I slip down bonelessly beside her and gather her up into my arms, drawing her close, not minding our mutual sex slicked state. Judy coos and snuggles into me, trying to ignore how utterly tortured her pussy feels. At the same time she lightly rests fingers onto her belly, feeling her womb slosh slightly with my seed inside. She snuggles tightly into my arms and chest, feeling safe and utterly exhausted. Then just as she's about to drift off it comes back to her. "The second dose," She croaks, and tries to paw free of my arms. I look down at her as she feebly tries to pull free. "W-what? Judy?" I ask in sleepy confusion.

"It's the second dose," Judy rasps, her voice rough from exhaustion and overstimulation. "Of the fertility drug. I have to take it now, while your sperm is still inside me." With great effort, she manages to extract herself from your embrace, her limbs trembling as she sits up on the edge of the bed. Reaching for her discarded duty belt, she rummages through the pouches until she finds the familiar plastic baggie containing the remaining capsule. "I... I need to take it now," she explains, turning to face you with tear-filled eyes. "To maximize the chances of conception. That's why I bought two doses - one before, and one right after intercourse." Her paw hovers uncertainly over the capsule, her conflict evident in the way her ears twitch nervously. "Will you..."

"I love you. Always," I simply reply and watch the smile of unconditional acceptance and joy spread on her features.

At your heartfelt declaration, Judy's expression transforms, a radiant smile blooming across her face as tears of joy spill down her cheeks. She lunges forward, wrapping her arms around you in a fierce embrace, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. "I love you too," she whispers fervently, her voice thick with emotion. "So much. Thank you for understanding. For being here with me through all of this." Pulling back slightly, she gazes into your eyes, her own shining with adoration and gratitude. Slowly, reverently, she brings the capsule to her lips, popping it into her mouth and swallowing it whole without breaking eye contact. "There," she murmurs, settling back into your arms with a contented sigh. "Now it's done."

I rest my hand onto her belly and she mocks my slightly and guides my fingers to the right spot just over her womb. "My babies. Our babies. Together." I murmur softly into her ear.

Judy melts into your tender embrace, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the warmth of your hand resting protectively over her lower abdomen. Your whispered words send a thrill through her, kindling a flicker of hope amidst the lingering embers of their passionate encounter. "Together," she echoes softly, her paw coming to rest atop yours. "No matter what happens, we'll face it side by side." Exhaustion claims her then, the events of the day catching up with her battered body. As she drifts off to sleep nestled securely in your arms, Judy allows herself to dream of the future - a future filled with laughter, love, and perhaps even tiny paws and waggling tails.

The days pass in a blur. We stay a full two days and nights in that hotel room. Needless to say, we fuck. We fuck a LOT. Judy is insatiable, and it seems now that she's taken the two doses she wants more loads inside "just in case," she assures me.

Over the course of those two days, Judy throws herself into their lovemaking with single-minded devotion, driven by a potent cocktail of desperation, desire, and the lingering effects of the fertility drugs coursing through her system. She rides you relentlessly, impaling herself on your cock again and again, craving the feel of your seed flooding her eager depths. "Please," she begs between frantic thrusts, her voice raw and pleading. "Give me everything. Fill me up until there's nowhere else for it to go." When you're not buried inside her, she alternates between feverishly grinding against your thigh or begging you to fuck her again, her rabbit instincts demanding more, always more. "It's okay," she insists when you express concern about her seemingly endless appetite. "This is normal."

I spend my down time, being only human and requiring rest between intercourse, making her cum with my fingers and mouth. It seems like every 30 minutes if we aren't eating sleeping or actually fucking I've making her white out with climax. Sometime on the second evening just after finger fucking Judy to just beyond climax she rolls over cooing with utter satisfaction. "You know... That's part of the reason I kept looking for you," She admits. "I, you , what?" I replay confused, and wiping my juice slathered hand clean on a towel. "I've had lots of partners. Some of them bigger than me, and some of them my size," She admits with an air of utter trust and vulnerability. "But that first time you made me cum, I came harder than I ever had before. More than myself. More than with any partner ever. Deeper, harder. It was something insane. And you keep doing it. Every time. I've never ever felt like this," She admits rolling onto her side. Judy trails one claw down your thigh and looks up at you. "But that's not the only reason. I knew you wanted ME. Not some fetish cause I was a rabbit or something weird. You wanted me, Judy Hopps. Officer of the law." She admits and looks away blushing. I smile and blush myself. "Am I that transparent?" I ask and she flicks her claw into my leg hard. "Oh shut up and mount me! I'm ready to go again, and I can see you are too." She laughs and then rolls onto her belly, getting ready for a hard pounding once more.

Judy's confession hangs in the air between them, heavy with implication. She watches your reaction closely, gauging your response with bated breath. When you admit to wanting her specifically, she feels a rush of joy that leaves her dizzy, her heart swelling with affection for the man lying beside her. "You're not transparent," she assures you, her tone warm and teasing despite the vulnerability in her eyes. "I just... I could tell. From the beginning." Rolling onto her stomach as instructed, Judy arches her back invitingly, presenting herself to you with shameless eagerness. Her fluffy tail swishes playfully as she glances over her shoulder, a coquettish smile playing about her lips. "Well? Are you just going to look at it?" she challenges, wiggling her hips enticingly. "

"You deserve this!" I threaten her and then begin stroking myself. She laughs as she can see me harden once more. Soon enough the nights of passion pass. While I'm showering the next morning Judy checks us out of the hotel, and waits out front. I dress quickly and gather up our supplies she's stopped out to buy in the brief down time between mating. Sure enough I rest my hand on her belly imagining I can feel my seed quickening inside, and she smiles at me. "Let's get out of here," I invite her and together we drive beyond the boarders of Zootopia, into the depths of wilderness, together.

As you both settle into the passenger seat of your vehicle, Judy leans her head against your shoulder, basking in the afterglow of their intense weekend together. The road stretches endlessly before them, leading deeper into the untamed wilderness beyond Zootopia's borders. "We did it," she murmurs, her paw resting possessively over her lower abdomen. "We really did it." A sense of peace settles over her, mingling with the quiet excitement of embarking on this new chapter of their lives together. Whatever the future holds - whether it be a family or just the two of them - Judy knows she'll face it by your side. "Thank you," she says softly, turning to gaze at you with adoring eyes. "For everything."

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