Lewd Zootopia Greentext: Stuck Elevator

>2:00 PM
>Thursday
>Sahara District
“Stop! Stop! Stop in the name of the law!”
>Nick would have rolled his eyes at Judy's cliche if he weren't so busy chasing the same perp she was.
“I'd slow down if I were you, buddy! Trust me, you do not want to see her angry!” Nick says between gasps.
>The perp, a suspected catnip dealer, showed no signs of slowing down, much less stopping:
“You'll never catch me alive, coppers!”
>jesus christ
>The weasel's tiny legs were deceptively fast, and it was at times like this that Nick found himself resisting the urge to run on all fours
>Just as Judy and Nick seemed to be gaining on him, the narrow alley opened into a broad and busy plaza, replete with hiding spots and cover befit for such a small rodent
“Where'd he go?!” Judy called
“Not a clue.” Nick responds between huffs. “I thought carrots were supposed to help your eyesight?”
>Judy shoots a glare at Nick's smirking face
“That's a myth and you know it, Ni-- THERE HE IS!” Judy interrupts herself
>Nick follows the direction of her pointed finger, and, sure enough, he could see the weasel barging into a skyscraper across the plaza
“Get him!”

>Nick and Judy launch into pursuit, nimbly dodging trains of camels, bands of coyotes, and prides of cougars
>They cross the plaza and burst through the glass doors of the building—which appears to be some sort of hotel
“There!” Nick points across the sandstone lobby: the weasel has just boarded an elevator.
>The perp, at first startled, glances up, and then waves at the duo as the doors begin to close
>The two reach the elevator just as it shuts
“Darn it! Darn it to heck and back!” Judy “curses”
“Look! He's going straight to the top!” Nick says, pointing at the old fashioned abacus display just above the doors
“Come on, let's take the stairs!” Judy grabs at Nick's shirt tail (which he keeps religiously untucked)
“How about no?” Nick replies cooly.
“No?! There's probably a helicopter pad or something up there! He's going to get away!” Judy cries, genuinely shocked.
>Nick nonchalantly gestures to the express elevator that has just opened beside him.
“Or we can ride that.”
>Without missing a beat, Judy speeds by, stopping only to jump and grab Nick by the tie, dragging him into the elevator
“Carrots, you keep choking me like that and I'll have to re-order my priorities in terms of who I'm trying to catch.”
>Judy ignores his quip; she speed taps the “Roof”  button with one hand, and the “door close” button with the other
>The elevator lurches into action, quickly ascending into the heights of the tower.





“Should we have taken the stairs?” Judy asks herself, her voice strained with impatience.
“Relax, Carrots. If we had taken the stairs, he would have escaped by the time we got to the 10th floor. He only had a few seconds for a head start. We'll catch him.”
>Nick's attempts at reassuring her are undercut by his staunch and inexplicable refusal to remove his sunglasses, even while indoors.
>Judy reflexively wrings her ears in her paws, her face sweating in the heat of the small room
>They both watch the abacus display, slowly ticking up.
“30. We're about half way there.”
>The elevator suddenly begins to decelerate
>An excruciatingly slow minute passes. The display does not move up from 30.
>Nick and Judy exchange glances.
“Sweet cheese and crackers.”
“Goddammit.”
>Judy jabs at the “Roof” button to no avail
“Well,” Nick begins, “I TOLD you we should've taken the stairs”
>Judy at first glares, but then breaks into a giggle, despite herself.
>She then returns to jabbing at the button.

“Carrots, give it up. We're stuck. You hit the call button and get some help, and I'll call in our location to the station, and get some backup.” He says, removing the walkie talkie from his utility belt.
>Judy rhythmically bangs her head against the doors
“Nick, this is our first big case sense Bellweather! People are looking up to us! We can't stop just because of a STUPID, DUMB, STUCK ELEVATOR!” Judy seethes, as though she were addressing the lift itself
>Nick ignores her; he's too busy with Clawhauser on the line
“Clawhauser. Claw-- ... yes, I did see Gazelle's newest tweet. Clawhauser, get me backup to Baked Buttes Blvd and 12th street, at the Oasis Hotel. We have reason to believe that our suspect is armed and dangerous. Got that? ... No Clawhauser, I haven't seen what Gazelle tweeted 4 minutes ago. … I don't know, maybe because I've been chasing a weasel through the desert for the past 2 hours?! …  Clawhauser, I don't care how many tweets I've missed, just get me backup, alright buddy!? … Thank you.” Nick growls, teeth barred, fur bristling. Beads of sweat trickle down the lens of his sunglasses.
>Clawhauser was one of the few people in the world who could noticeably irritate Nick
>Judy has opened a small call-box at the bottom of the control panel and is now dialing the help number printed inside.
“Hi! Is this the help desk? Yes, me an my partner—uh, my cop partner, we're cops haha, uh, we're stuck in one of your elevators! You already know? Great, can you get us unstuck, we're in a huge rush and you might have a drug-dealing fugitive on your roof—uh, what? Fire department?! Hours!? Three hours?! At least!? 'JUST WAIT'?!”
>Judy grips the phone with both paws and is yelling straight into the receiver.
“Yes! Of course! Thank you! Goodbye!” She shouts, the sincerity of her gratitude made doubtful by the sheer volume of her voice
>She slumps to the floor, the phone dangling onto the elevator's carpet.







>Nick has been slumped for several minutes now on the opposite side of the elevator
>He half-heartedly fans himself with his tail
“Three hours. At least. Well,” he says, briefly removing his sunglasses to polish them with his tie, “we might as well get comfortable.”
>Judy laughs bitterly
“Comfortable? Good luck getting comfy when there's a criminal on the loose in this very building, probably making his escape as we speak! I mean, are we seriously going to just sit around and talk about how comfy we are while not contributing anything substantial, like a bunch of losers?”
>Nick puts his sunglasses back on
“Well, Carrots, if it's any consolation, maybe the perp is also stuck in an elevator too.”
“Right, sure. And it's gonna be hard getting comfy anyway—this elevator is a flippin' sauna.”
>Judy's correct. By now the AC has long shut off. The fact that the hotel is situated in the heart of the Savanah only serves to compound the issue.
“Hmm. I was wondering who was going to complain about the heat first. Figures it would be you, with that fast bunny metabolism.” Nick says wryly.
>Judy laughs. They both continue to pant.

>Judy speaks up: “You know, we're probably making the elevator just a bit hotter with each breath.”
>Nick fixes his gaze at her, his sunglasses reflecting back Judy's own grinning face
“So you're saying it would be to my advantage to strangle you now, right now?” Nick asks, smiling.
“Please. Who's to say I wouldn't strangle you first?” Judy replies.
“You couldn't get me if you tried, sweetheart.” He responds, enjoying the banter.
“Oh yeah? That tie of yours would make it pretty easy. Wrap it around your neck and boom! Light's out.”
“Not if I end up using my tie first.”
“To do what?”
“To hang myself”. He smirks.
“And why would you do that?”
“To get away from you, obviously.”
“Ha! I can't be that bad.”
“You'd be surprised. Speaking of ties, would you mind?” Nick loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt.
“That's a uniform violation!” Judy gasps, feigning shock.
“Oh no!” Nick waggles his claws. He proceeds to unbutton his shirt entirely, revealing his sleek chest, now matted with sweat.
>Judy involuntarily blushes.
“Uh, N-Nick, uh, um..” she stutters.
“Relax, Carrots. It's hot in here, and my fur's thicker than yours. I don't know how I'm gonna die, but it's not going to be by heat stroke.”
>Judy laughs nervously, and struggles to avert her eyes
“Haha, uh, there's no need to impress anyone Nick...”
>Nick turns sharply. “Impress? Don't flatter yourself, Carrots. If you wanna pop off that bulletproof vest of yours, be my guest.”
>Judy squirms a bit
>Nick sniffs
“I'm good.”



>Minutes pass
>Judy fans herself with ears
>Nick is sprawled out on the floor, panting, his tongue lolling about
>Judy removes her vest and places it on the floor
>Both are sweating profusely
>Judy's nose twitches
>She smells...something...in the air
>She glances at Nick: his chest barred and pumping with each breath, fresh beads of sweat glinting on his fur
>She bites her lip as her eyes widen
>She begins to pace back and forth
“You're just gonna make yourself hotter. Might as well lay down.” Nick rasps out.
>Judy's startled by the sudden sound; she laughs nervously
“Ha, yeah, good point.”
>Judy lies on the carpet of the elevator, which is slightly cooler than the air above.
>Nick sniffs; the sunglasses obscure his glances towards Judy, who is now lying right beside him
>Judy's nose is twitching so quickly, it looks less like twitching and more like vibrating
>The tight elevator's hot air is filled with a scent Judy can only vaguely recognize
>She had smelled it before, but only in brief flashes
>Now it's strong and concentrated
>It's thick and musky, like sweat, but less pungent...and not at all unpleasant
>It's primal, it's intimidating, and it's a bit sexy...
>It's Nick
>She salivates and rolls towards her partner
“...Nick...I...uh”
“What's that, Carrots?” he says absent mindedly. Come to think of it, he's been sniffing a lot too

“Uh...Nick...I...
>For a moment she thinks she sees a puff of steam blow across his chest
>Judy shuts her eyes as tight as possible, but still the musky scent penetrates her quivering nostrils
“Uh...I need you...”
>It's at this point that Judy notices the hatch on the ceiling of the elevator
“I NEED YOUR HELP!” She shouts awkwardly, pointing at the hatch
>Nick starts and looks in the direction of her finger
“The hatch?” He says slowly, skeptically, “Carrots, the fire department is on their way, and the perp is long gone. Let's just sit tight, ok?”
“I'm not trying to escape, Nick! We can get some airflow!” she exclaims.
“Yeah. Airflow. The air in here is a bit...uh...” He scratches his neck and sniffs.
“...stuffy. Very, very stuffy.” Judy completes his sentence.
>They both stare at the hatch.
“It's too high up. Will you lift me?” Judy asks.
“Sure thing.”
>Nick crouches and interlaces his claws.
>Judy steps on with both feet
>Nick hoists Judy onto his practically non-existant shoulders
>Judy reaches for the lever on the hatch
>Nick glances up to check her progress
>He can't help but notice that his snout is mere inches from her straining, flexing backside
>Nick sniffs

>Judy's white little tale reflexively shivers as Nick's nose lightly grazes her bottom
>Nick breathes in deeply; the scent he had been smelling for hours now coursed directly through his nose
>It was earthy and wet; something he'd smelled before on others, but also distinctly Judy's
>Come to think of it, was that a small stain on Judy's crotch?...
“Darn it!”
>Nick snaps out of his reverie
“The lever is stuck. This thing isn't budging.”
>Nick only now notices that he is obviously, hopelessly erect
>With one paw he scrambles to pin his erection behind his wasteband
>With the other he helps to set Judy down
>Nick quickly sits down, hiding his erection
>Neither make eye contact
>Minutes pass
>Both try to avoid breathing deeply, instead taking quick, shallow breaths
>Nick squirms
“Alright. I have to piss.”
>huh.jpg
“What? Here? Now? Here??” Judy scrambles
“Yes, here. It's been hours, and that chase didn't help.”
>Judy still looks shocked
“Christ; I'm not gonna piss on the carpet, Carrots!” Nick cries, exasperated.
>He ambles over to the elevator door and presses the “Door Open” button
>The doors peel back, revealing a bare concrete wall
“You may want to turn away.”

>Judy turns her head but cannot stop herself from peeking and glancing
>Nick stands with a wide-legged stance, one hand at his groin, the other continuously holding the “Door Open” button
>Mere seconds pass, and Nick zips up, and sits back down, allowing the doors to close
“That's it?” Says Judy
“What?” Nick replies, clearly confused.
“That only took a few seconds. Why was that so hard to hold? I've been with you on stakeouts, I know you can hold more for longer.”
>Nick looks incredulous. “Who the hell are you, the pee pee police?”
“Nick, you were peeing for like only two seconds!
>Judy screws up her face, thinking
“...you weren't peeing, were you?...you were..marking?” she says, discovering her words as she says them.
>Nick stares
“Marking? Marking?! What, just because I'm a pred, I have to go marking my territory everywhere, huh?! He says, outraged.
“Don't pull the pred card on me, Nick!”
“Ok, so what if I was? I've been in this goddamned death chamber for two hours, with the most unhelpful hotel staff I've ever encountered...I might as well mark that it's mine!” he growls.
“Nick...”
“I'm SO sorry that the most fundamental aspects of my instincts just happen to make prey uncomfortable! Hell, you should be glad that I didn't go and mark you!”
>Nick gasps and clamps both claws to his snout, but it's too late.
>Several seconds of silence crawl by
“Mark...me...so what, am I your...t-territory...Nick?” Judy says timidly
>Both are silent
>Nick looks away
“I'm sorry, ok? It's hard. We're both exhausted, and stressed, and cramped, and it's hot as hell in here, and then there's the smell—“
“You smell it too?!” Judy bursts.
>They both blush, almost simultaneously
>Nick is shirtless, his fur is soaked with sweating
>Judy's is vestless, and the skin-tight fabric of her uniform clings even tighter to her sweaty body
>They stare at each other with an intensity that evades written description
“Nick...I wouldn't mind if you...uh...marked me with your...uh...scent...” She stammered and trailed off.
>...
>Both leap into another's arms
>Nick locks his snout with Judy's
>Her tongue traces over his teeth, his fangs
>Her moans turn to shrieking cries as his claws tear into her uniform
>Nick is about as close to going savage as one can possibly go
>He snarls and growls as his snout traces over her body, greedily inhaling her scent
>His angular tongue slips from his maw and strokes the contours of her half-clothed body
>Judy presses her face into his fur and inhales as though coming to the surface after a long dive
>Her tiny paws work into his fur, and she feels their bodies exchange musk
>Nick pushes her to the floor and unbuckles his pants, allowing them to drop
>Judy gasps at his alien biology; she'd never seen a fox naked, though she'd been tempted to look it up a few times before on her phone

>Nick pounces and pins her to the ground
>She squirms and moans as he tears off her spandex leggings
>sweat drips from his taut and wiry muscles, falling on her naked, sensitive form
>Both are now beyond soaked; a puddle forms on the cheap polyester carpet
>Judy moans as Nick flips her over; her rump exposed and saturated with juices, her tail lifted as high as she could pull it
>She could barely manage to say his name; Nick didn't even bother to try to speak: he growled in her ear as his claws raked her tight behind
>Nick pulled back his head, and rammed his snout down her crack
>She cried out as his long, pointed tongue slide up and down her slit, stopping only to tease her clit
>Nick inhaled the scent of her pussy, his nose dripping with juices
>Nick grabs her ears and forces her head into the wet stain forming beneath them; both their scents intermingle in a spicy boil
>She thrusts her ass out further, and Nick takes this as a sign to plunge his tongue deep inside her
>Judy's scream is muffled by the carpet; while her mouth is open, she takes an opportunity to lick the moisture off the fabric, relishing it's taste and smell
>Nick's tongue probes every inch of her pussy, while his nose is pinned between her tail and her anus
>He inhales deeply and picks up on the sweat and pussy juice that's stained there
>Nick pulls out his tongue and licks the entirety of her crack, from her slit, to her tiny pucker, to her bushy tale, all the way to her lower back
“Please...Nick, fuck me, please...”
>He flips her over and stares into her tear-brimming eyes, as his tongue hangs limply from his mouth, dripping saliva and sweat and cum



>Judy shivers in ecstasy as Nick bends back and lines up his erect dick with her swollen, blushing pussy
>His claws dig into her shoulders as adjusts his knees, preparing to thrust
>He bends down one last time so that his barred teeth are inches from her face; his eyes narrowed
“You're mine.”
>With that, he rams his knot into her waiting, dripping pussy
>Judy's scream almost blocked out the sound of the elevator door opening
>But it didn't block out the reactions of the fire-fighters

Epilogue
>Judy and Nick enter Chief Bogo's office; they look almost as sheepish as the sheep that walked them in
>They pull up their chairs as Chief Bogo massages his temples
“Unfortunately for all of us, I've been forced to review the written testimonies of the fire fighters that saved you. I've also had to watch the footage taken from the security camera.”
“Security camera?!” Both say simultaneously.
>Chief Bogo groans
“These statements...'knot deep'...'literal puddles of'...'like wild animals'...'claw marks'....disgusting.”
>Judy and Nick sit ram rod straight, both avert Bogo's eyes, and both are blushing madly
“Listen, the whole department knows about your little...tryst—“ he began
“What? How? The whole department?!” Judy exclaimed.
“You don't need to have a wolf's nose to smell the way you two act . That's why we had to give you separate cubicles.”
>Nick groans; Judy holds her head in her paws
“Because Nick called in backup, the perp was caught only a few blocks away. And you couldn't help having your elevator get stuck. But for God's sake, have some decorum; some respect for yourselves. You're both suspended: one week without pay.” he said, sternly.
“What? Why?” Nick cried.
“That's to pay for the new carpet. And for the costs of ventilating the entire hotel. Sound expensive? Don't worry, it is: you can expect plenty of deductions from your paycheck in the coming weeks.”
>Both Nick and Judy visibly cringe
“Now: get out of my office.”
>The duo head towards the door, ears and tails dragging
“Oh? And my unofficial recommendation? Use your suspension wisely.”
>Nick and Judy stare, confused
“Get a fucking room and sort yourselves out.”
>The door slams shut

Fin