She was an adult now.

Rather, she felt more like one now. When she left Bunnyburrow she still felt like that kit just letting go of her parents for the first time, and her time in Zootopia was her opportunity to prove to herself that she could make it anywhere. There would not be a moment’s rest until she felt she had, and in a mere two days, she had her dream firmly throttled between her paws.

There were obviously hiccups along the way–namely one giant hiccup that lasted a couple of months. But she turned it around with a bit of help, and cemented her place in the world of big boys and girls. A fulfilling job, a bigger apartment, a fiance, and everything else included with the package.

Including a mildly embarrassing talk from her mother on how to take care of a buck, but hey–Judy’s an adult now. If she can weather the storms of Zootopia, she can weather a bit of the birds and bees from her mother.

Of course it was equally strange for Bonnie. She was acutely aware that everything she had to say applied to bunnies. But she rationalized it; how different can mammals be when they’re trying to get a little lovin’? She didn’t have to fortitude to search the internet about foxes (or any other species, for all her curiosity), so she just went through the motions, telling Judy everything that her mother had told her when she finally found a good buck.

Judy just listened like a good daughter would, giggling and blushing under her fur whenever Bonnie got a little too vivid. Don’t put a ceiling fan directly over the bed because you don’t know how high he’ll launch on the dismount. Don’t worry about any of the weird squeals or grunts he might make. Make sure the bed’s big enough or do it on the floor because you don’t know how far he’ll fall off. If he thumps his legs between bouts he’s too aggressive.

It must’ve all been just old wives’ tales. When it all got to be a bit much, the only thing Judy could to get her mother to stop was laugh, smile and shout, “Mom!”

The embarrassment Judy suffered at the paws of her friends and siblings was an entirely different kind all together. All of her girlfriends and sisters were rowdy, acting like Judy’s return was one big bachelorette party. While no explicit competition was agreed upon, the night devolved more or less into whose sex life was better or dirtier.

Judy just bore it as best she could; drinking at a bar, she was already out of her element. If she just stayed quiet while sipping her drink, hopefully her especially loudmouthed siblings would ignore her and she’d be back at the burrow before anyone could ask her anything. But things never seem to go the way one wants them to when family’s involved.

“So, a fox, huh? He any good?”

“Never thought you’d be one for predators, Jude. Kinda surprised by you, to be honest.”

“Gideon’s a fox. Didn’t he bully the hell outta you? Why’re you gonna shack up with a fox?”

“He must be tiny below the belt if a bunny can fit him.”

“Right? Why not get yourself a big buck instead of some small fox?”

“Bet he don’t last as long as a buck do, either. My buck Kyle goes three, four times a night on me. Just straight up five minutes of ecstasy before he hits the hay.”

Things would have been well enough alone as they were, with Judy quietly in their midst, listening but not talking, nursing her carrotini while the bar around her raged with rowdy conversation. But the moment they tried to cast any doubt on Nick was when all bets were off.

“Nick pounds me senseless three or four times a day for 20 minutes at a time,” she said nonchalantly, sipping her carrotini. The bar went dead silent. “He barely fits as it is, but with how wet he makes me I can get him all inside. Afterwards we’re literally stuck together for up to an hour and we cuddle while discussing our future together. He’s pretty much perfect.”

Pin-drop silence. Jaws hit the floor. A victory sip of her carrotini sealed the night. She had the vague thought that anything she said would make it back to her parents. Screw it.

“Check please.”