Honey/Nick first draft complete

She just didn't get it..

She'd already did her duty, educating the masses of the great sheep conspiracy through her informative videos on ewetube.

She'd already made sure she was wearing her orange sunglasses and anti-sheep-panties.

And she'd already checked on her latest order for critical supplies for surviving the Ewepocalypse.

...So why did she still feel so off? She better go check with Nick. As a fox, he was immune to any sheep-based trickery that might be putting her off… That, and she hadn't actually seen him all morning, and wanted to make sure he was okay.

Nick was out hustling, of course, but she just found her way to Finnick's van, writing up the script for her next video as she waited. (The sheep were in the MPAZ! They censored anti-sheep messages in the media!)

She didn't have to wait too long, though- Nick was back sooner then expected, and she leaned forward from the back, muzzle next to his ear. “Hey Nick! Where's Finn?”

He jerked in his seat. clutching his chest “Augh- Honey, don't do that,” he chastised her. “Finnick ducked out- He's just counting today's cash in an alleyway.” he replied, catching his breath.

She opened her mouth to reply, but… Well, then she caught his scent, and that discomfort she felt flared up with a passion, causing her to squirm. Oh… Yeah, that was it. Now she knew what she needed. “Haa… Sorry about that. Hey, wanna bang?” she asked casually, leaning over to rub her muzzle into his fur. (His fur was so great for her to just bury her face in…)

Nick looked flustered. “Wanna- Oh! You mean, you...” He gestured in a semi-articulate way. “...Stress relief?” he asked, to which she nodded. “Stress relief. Sure, I'll help… Can't leave you like that, or you'll start to like Finnick more,” he finished.

She just flicked his nose with a finger. “Well, of course I need you. I mean...” Jeez, was it hot in here? “I- I can't rely on Finn. He's too small. You're perfect.”  She started to scoot her way out of the back, but it seemed something was holding Nick's attention, because he was still in his seat by the time she rapped her knuckles against the passenger-side window. “You comin' or not? I need someone to show me a Wilde Time,” she added.

She stepped back as he got out. “Yeah, I'm coming. You don't gotta badger me about it,” he protested with a smirk, causing her to bump her shoulder into his.

“Is that so? I can either badger you, or I can be sweet as honey on you… And since this is just a quick fuck, I think I'd rather stick to the first,” she teased. “My place or yours?”

“Do you need to ask?” he replied, adjusting his tie. She didn't, not really. He never actually invited her to his place… Whenever they spent time together, it was usually at her bunker as opposed to… His… Place. She was pretty sure he had an apartment, but she'd never been to it.

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It wasn't long before they were at her place... They walked, and Nick had texted Finnick. Finnick was pissed that Nick had bailed out from the hustling, but Honey Badger didn't give a fuck, so to speak. Nick also didn't seem that concerned, since he was getting laid.

As she typed in the nine different alphanumeric passwords involved in getting through the secret door to her bunker (The front door didn't actually open... It was a RUSE), Nick idly peered over her shoulder. "You think you have enough security?" he asked drily. "I'm pretty sure you could fit at least two more doors here. Oh, and a pitfall trap filled with spikes."

She didn't look at him until she'd entered the final few digits. "It'll do... And don't be ridiculous, Nick. If anything, I'd throw in a flamethrower for those wool-wearers. Now c'mon," she added, taking him by the paw and tugging him inside before he had a chance to reply.

By the time she'd reached her bed, she'd managed to completely disrobe, leaving herself bare in her fur. Nick whistled appreciatively as she bent over to set her clothes aside on the floor next to the bed. "Now there's my Honey's honeypot," he commented. She blushed, lightly dipping a paw between her legs... She was already wet with anticipation, something he'd picked up on right away.

She rolled her eyes, leaning up and rubbing her scent against his snout, making him breathe in the smell of her arousal. That would show him nicely. "Shut up. Now..." She tugged his pants and underwear off with both paws, catching both garments in a single motion. "Ditch the tie, and pick something to claim as your fox-hole." Nick made a face, and made a "I get it, stop" sort of gesture with his paw as he started to pull his shirt off. "Point taken. No killing the mood," he confirmed. "Help a fox get slick, would you?"

She would have retorted that he already was pretty slick, instead she just took him by the arm and swung him around, pushing him over onto her bed. By the time he'd sat up again, she was on her knees, lightly nosing at his sheath. It was stiff, bulging with suppressed arousal... It was obvious that her scent was working on him. He'd been trying to keep it in... But mostly because he knew she liked to help get it out herself.

She trailed her nose against his sheath, slipping down and burying her snout in those full foxy orbs. Oh, Nick... He always got so pent up, somehow. Maybe it was just her, but she loved how he smelled when he got all excited for her in their little stress relief sessions.

She trailed back up, wrapping her arms around his hips and tugging them closer, making him hold his sheath in front of her face. She nuzzled at it affectionately, pressing soft kisses to his stiff tip, swiftly turning into firm kisses as she pressed her lips against his sheath over and over, feeling his cock already starting to slip out into her muzzle. He couldn't hold it in forever… But she did appreciate him giving her a chance to indulge.

She closed her eyes, letting it happen. She invited his shaft into her mouth… Wrapped her lips around the tip, sinking down and going back to gently kissing his sheath-tip, gently bobbing her head up and down to pepper it with little firm smooches… And, in the process, grind her soft tongue against the underside of his cock, making him groan softly.

She felt a paw on her head, and opened her eyes, gazing up at him. She was a little distracted, thinking about his body, and there must have been something weird about the look she gave him, because he blushed and glanced away for a moment. “This is good, Honey, but I think I'm all slicked up by now,” he murmured down to her. She blushed deeply. Right… There was getting him nice and wet for penetration, and then there was, well, this. It wasn't her fault his precum was so delicious… Made her want to suckle...

She slowly pulled off of his shaft, admiring it's full size now that it wasn't hidden away in her muzzle. That knot was so nice… Something she could tickle the underside with with the tip of her tongue when she was nursing his shaft. “Got it. It's not my fault you taste delicious. You know how it is with us predators… We have hunger for some nice, thick meat in our mouths,” she growled. He just rolled his eyes, twitching his cock and lightly bapping her nose with it.

She just grinned in response to the bap, climbing up onto the bed to set next to him, leaning against his side idly. He reached over, brushing a paw down her back in that he knew she liked. (But only from him. She didn't really trust anyone else enough to let them do that.) “Jeez… You didn't even let me get a taste,” he 'complained', lightly running his paws down her sides. “Don't I get a chance to taste your honey, too?”

She lightly swatted him in response- She thought she told him to stop calling it that- But she'd let it slide. “Well, I was just going to climb up and ride your dick, but if you really want...” She lied down on the bed beside him. He looked like he was contemplating for a moment, but just shook his head, parting her thighs with his paws and pressing his muzzle up against her slit, lapping away.

She shivered quietly, just taking in the feeling. Mmphf… Vulpines and canines in general had some wonderfully long tongues... (She wondered for a moment what it would be like to feel that tongue against her own, before a fresh pass over a sensitive spot sufficiently distracted her)

It wasn't long before she started to squirm and wiggle, panting gently. “Deeper,” she moaned quietly, and her fox- Her friend, she meant- Was happy to oblige, pressing his tongue in as deep as he could, from his position… But she wasn't satisfied.

She gave a little growl, suddenly wrapping her legs around  his head, tugging it forward and forcing his long, stiff muzzle a few inches into her muff. “I said Deeper,” she rumbled. She probably imagined it, but she almost thought she could feel his cheeks heat up, from where they were pressed into her fur. He started to lap more slowly, tasting new depths he couldn't reach before. When he found the perfect spot, though, she gasped, and he immediately attached it, lashing at it with his tongue.

She did her best to resist, but before she knew it she pushed his face away, legs shaking. He peered up at her, confused, absently lapping her juices off of his muzzle. “Haah… Why'd you do that, Honey?” he asked, panting for breath quietly.

She thought about it for a moment. Why had she? “Because… I want to cum with you inside me. I want to feel you unload when I hit my peak, too.” She flushed, leaning forward to ruffle his ears. “D-don't take me wrong. I just need to feel a hot load inside me first,” she defended herself. He just gave her a smug look, but she could tell there was something off about it. (Uncertainty?)

“Well, I'd hate to keep you waiting...” he replied, sitting up and patting his lap. Instead, she wiggled a little… Before pouncing him, landing on top of him, lightly grinding her rear against his shaft, hot-dogging him idly as he had the breath knocked out of him. She pulled him up, letting him sink inside of her sex as she mounted him cowgirl style… But for a moment, she forgot about her need, and his penetration, as she realized his face was right next to hers, gazing into his eyes and feeling his hot little puffs of breath against her muzzle. His lips were so close…

At the same time, they both leaned away a little, looking away. “Sorry-” “I didn't mean to-” “Don't want to be in your face-” The both stopped, and Nick took the lead in moving past the awkward moment, pulling her in for a hug, nuzzling against her neck. “Didn't expect you to pounce me… It's fine,” he reassured her, and she held him close. Somehow, she felt a lot better about it.

She took a deep breath, and started to ride him. He was already pressed into her, but now she started to wiggle her hips, grinding her stiffness against the sides of her drooling honeypot (It was okay if she called it that), starting to bounce up and down on his lap.

He bit his lip right away, giving a soft whine as he tried to hold back… But she knew his weak spots. She clenched down when he was inside her, and only let up when she was spearing herself down on him, building up a steady rhythm of friction and relief, As she rode up, feeling those hot, thin bursts of precum fill her in periodic bursts, she kept an eye on his face, trying to see how close he was. She eased off a little when he tensed up, and when he wrapped his arms around her… She paused, but just for a moment, before she kept going.

It didn't take her long to work herself up, using that girthy knot to tease herself at the entrance, and that tapered tip to reach her deep… It was time to finish him off. She pulled him close… Before sinking all the way down onto his sheath, clenching *tight* around the sensitive underside of his knot, relentlessly tugging off against it over and over… He was about to cum. He was about to feel so good, about to fill her up, going to be so happy because of her-

She was kissing him, then, kissing him before she even knew she'd moved in to take it, riding his shaft and milking him dry with her snug clenches almost as an afterthought. He looked dazed and surprised, but… Then, he smiled. That stupid little smile he got sometimes, so genuine compared to his usual smug smirk, and as he melted into the kiss and started to return it, he looked-

He looked at her like he was in love.

She leaned into him as she came, hard, panting breathlessly into the kiss as she gave a low groan, stiffening up around him before leaning into him, slowly going limp.

After a few long moments, she found herself gently pushed away. “You, uh- You can stop kissing me now, Honey,” he mumbled. Was she- Oops. She'd kept kissing him. It just felt… Natural. She flushed, pulling back a little, brushing her nose against his. “S-sorry...”

She wanted to say something. But she didn't know what, or how… So she just held him close for a moment. After a few moments, though, she noticed he was giving her a look. Why was-

Oh no.

Oh no, did she… return it? When he was giving her a look filled with more then lust, did she reciprocate?

“So… I didn't know you were into kissing, Honey. I mean, if that's what you need to get off, I could help. A-As a friend, of course,” offered the fox, already putting together a plausable excuse.

“Right… Right, yeah. Sometimes I just need a little… You know, a little intimacy with my fucks. You're a good friend, Nick, uh… Helping me deal with that.”

She glanced away for a moment. “Do you wanna… I dunno, stay t-”

“Yes.”

“-he night…?” she finished, blinking. Oh. It looked like Nick wanted to stay after all. “That was fast.”

“We're kind of tied.”

...So they were. “Smartass,” she mumbled, taking him in her arms and carefully lying down with him. “You're lucky I like you.”

He pressed his face into her neck. “Yeah, well, I… Like you too,” he offered. He must have been tired… That wasn't anywhere near his usual level of retort.

Then again, she wasn't in much of a condition to judge, as she slowly drifted off to sleep…

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She groaned slightly as she woke up. She was so much hotter then usual… AC must be broken.	Then, she reluctantly opened her eyes to get up and start to fix it when she felt a bushy tail brush against her back. Nick had stayed.

She absently leaned over to nuzzle noses with him, and he wiggled a little. Looked like he was waking up, too. Still half asleep, she did the first thing that made sense to her: She leaned in, and kissed him.

And as he opened his eyes, equally half asleep, feeling her lips meet his… He, too, did what felt like the most natural thing in the world, kissing her back, letting his tongue slip into her mouth to idly stroke against hers.

...A few moments later, they both recoiled ever so slightly.

“I am so sorry-”

“It just felt-”

Suddenly, there was silence. Honey took a moment to realize it was because she'd started to nuzzle him again. Maybe she just needed to… get some space. “Sorry about that, Wilde… I guess I didn't get my fill of kisses last night.”

He yawned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Jeez, if you're gonna start kissing me so often, I should charge you for my time,” he mumbled.

She yawned too. (Damn infectious yawns.) “Yeah, well… I can get a friendly discount.” She pat him on the shoulder, and shoved him off the bed, leading the fox to stumble onto all fours for a moment before he stood up. “Get out! You've got hustling to do, right?”

He blinked at her… Before giving her that smug smile she'd come to know. “Not naked, I'm not,” he retorted, picking his clothes from off the floor.

As she watched him go, she thought about him.


She knew that smile well.


But it would never be her favorite smile.

...Her favorite smile from her best friend.

Just friends.

She barely even noticed as she ended up making a goofy little grin at the door, already planning the day ahead. Eh… She could probably put off her ewetube vlog to pick up some coffee for nick on her way to meet up at the van...