NickFinnickfic

"Now that didn't go as planned."

Nick and Finnick were stuck under a bridge in Savannah Central, waiting out the sirens blaring overhead.

One hour ago, they'd tried to get lunch at a new restaurant, half an hour ago they'd had the cops called on them to try and convince them to pay for said lunch. And now here they were, hiding from the cops, under a bridge. Nick in his best Hogwaiian shirt, Finnick in the suit.

 Nick couldn't help but smile at how much it infuriated Finnick to wear the elephant suit. He'd try to pass it off as just being a size thing, but Nick could see how much it frustrated him to be thought of as a child. Of course, that was part of the reason Nick came up with plans involving the elephant suit. Finnick looked adorable in it.

"It would have worked out fine if you hadn't asked for a kiss." Finnick was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, with a deep frown on his face. No doubt he thought it looked intimidating, but the effect made him look petulant, a fact that Nick couldn't resist needling him over.

"Aw, was the big bad fox afraid to kiss his daddy in front of all those mammals?" He bent over to try and pat Finnick's head, but the fennec snapped at him, literally.

"You looking to lose some claws Nick? Try that again." Finnick started to walk off. "You know I can't stand it when you treat me like that."

"But it's not like I'd fit into the suit, no one would buy you as my daddy either." Nick followed. "If you'd stop being so angry about it, maybe we wouldn't be caught so often."

"Stop being angry about it?" Finnick marched back to Nick and started prodding him in the, well, he probably meant it to be Nick's chest. "It's not natural. I'm a grown fox, there's no way I'd be okay with that sort of thing." Nick put his hands up in apology.

"It's fine, I'll figure something else out. I'll try seeing Honey, see if she's got any ideas."

"You do that then. I'll be back at my van, trying to get the stink of loser out of this suit."


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"Sooooo.... who's my favourite badger?" Nick knew better than to try and play guess who on Honey, covering her eyes would only get him a kick in the groin. Her sheep-defence classes had really been paying off.

"Nick, if this is about being co-signatory on that loan application. The answer's still no. No signatures, who knows who might get hold of it." Honey's place was grungy, even for the nocturnal district. The only light came from a set of red emergency lights built into the walls; which were covered in maps, posters, and charts. Nick took a moment to pluck at the string connecting two pushpins on a map.

"It's not about that, I know you're not going to change your habits. I was just wondering if you had any ideas to raise money another way. I mean, me and Finnick are barely scraping by with the money I put away, and the lunches we work for." Honey gave a disgusted sigh.

"You can't keep being so obvious. You get noticed, I get noticed, and then all of this" she waved at the walls, "gets forgotten, and they take over."

"So no ideas then?"

"Nick, I'm not your personal mastermind. Now scoot. I'm trying to figure out what they're playing at with this drug."

"Drug?" Nick's interest was piqued, he slunk over to see what Honey was working on.

"Yeah, it's drug they've been selling on the streets. Called Pastor, which is obviously a double blind. It's almost too obvious. Pastor, pasture, Sheep. It all comes back to them." She was sticking a Needle into a bottle of clear liquid, before putting it onto a slide for microscopic examination.

"Yeah, but what does it do?" Nick grabbed the bottle from the table. It looked like an old orange juice bottle, just refilled with the clear liquid.

"Oh, that's simple. It makes you there slave." Honey laughed. "The stuff makes you so blissed out you'd follow anyone's orders, even a sheep. Every command they give, you can't help but obey. You just don't want to do anything else."

"You'd do anything someone asked you do?" Nick started sloshing the liquid about as he thought of the possibilities.

"Yeah, and you'd smile while doing it. They call it domestication. I figure they're testing it out before they start dumping it in the water supply. That way they can take over in a single night. I bet that's their plan..." But Nick had already stopped paying attention. He'd thought of a plan of his own.

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Two days later, and Nick was knocking on the door to Finnick's van. He didn't even flinch as the bat came out, practically wielding Finnick rather than the other way around. Nick couldn't help but smile at the tiny fox.

"Oh, it's you Nick. What do you want, come up with a new way to make money?" He tossed the bat into the corner of the van, and helped Nick in.

"I wish, I actually just came to apologise for what I put you through. I should have known that the suit and things were such a problem for you." Nick put down a bag on the floor of, and pulled out some energy drink bottles. He passed one to Finnick, as if it were a handshake.

Finnick raised an eyebrow, but accepted the bottle. He opened it up and took a chug of it before Nick could stop him, "Hey, that's powerful stuff!"

"And what, because I'm small I can't handle it? I thought you were here to apologise." Finnick started guzzling it down, as if he had something to prove.

Nick sat himself down on the van's floor and smiled. "Yeah, I was going about this the wrong way. I mean, you're uncomfortable wearing the suit, that makes sense. You don't like kissing me, that's fine."

"So what's your point?"

"Oh, no point. I just came up with something to stop it being a problem. Come here and sit down." Nick patted his lap.

Finnick shrugged and took a seat on Nick's lap, as Nick started to massage his shoulders. "Stop it being a problem? Hah, so I won't have to wear the suit anymore if I don't want to?" He smiled. Nick started increasing the pressure as Finnick started shivering with pleasure.

"Oh, don't worry about that. After all, you do want to wear the suit." Nick started scratching under Finnick's chin, making the fennec gasp in surprise.

"What do you mean Nick, you know I hate that suit. I mean it's small, it's so hot in the summer, I sweat so much in it you'd think it was rutting season." Finnick's smile was increasing as he leaned back against Nick's chest. "I mean, sure I'll wear it if that's what you want, but it's not like I like it."

Nick started running his paws down Finnick's shirt, unbuttoning them. The little fox didn't seem to notice as Nick started scratching his belly, only giving mild moans as Nick's paws started drifting lower and lower.

"But that makes no sense," Nick started Unbuckling Finnick's belt, "after all, you don't need to wear if if you don't want to, do you." Finnick shrugged.

"It's not that bad I suppose. I mean, I guess it does bring out my eyes." Finnick laughed, his voice raising an octave as he did so.

"That's better, I mean, if you just admit you like it, you can get back into the suit right now." Nick finished pulling down Finnick's pants, leaving him just in his underwear. Finnick started to frown, why the hell was he naked?

Nick lifted Finnick up, carrying him over to the suit. "Just say the word, and I'll let you get into your suit, and everything will be fine again."

It hung there, just out of Finnick's reach. His paw went to grab it, but it was true, he couldn't reach it without Nick's assistance now.

"Nick, let me wear the suit." He practically wimpered it. He was hanging almost limp now in Nick's arms.

"Oh no, that's not the words I mean, ask daddy nicely." Nick still hadn't lost his smile, as he kept Finnick just out of reach, as the Finnick tried scrabbling for it.

Finnick took a deep breath and let it release before he replied.

"Please daddy, Finnick wants to wear his suit." He was practically putty in Nick's hands, and looked almost as happy as Nick felt.

Nick gently placed him on the floor of the van, and started taking off Finnick's underwear, as he brought over the suit, and started putting it on over Finnick's naked body. He could feel him shivering at the senstion of the fabric on his fur; he'd always worn his clothes underneath it, and the new feeling was sending the tiny fox into heaven.

Finally, the elephant head was pulled up over Finnick's head. "Thank you... daddy." Finnick said, pleasure mixed with confusion evident on his face. He wasn't sure why it felt so good to call Nick daddy, but Nick could see he was well past caring.

"I'm happy to help my special little boy. Now, who has a kiss for daddy?" Nick leant over, face to face with him. Finnick went to kiss him on the cheek - "No, not there." Nick put his hands on either side of Finnick's face, and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

He ran his tongue over Finnick's teeth, feeling the pearly whites he'd so long been denied. He couldn't belive it had been this simple. He could feel Finnick panting with pleasure, could see the front of the elephant suit being pushed away as Finnick's cute pecker started pressing against it. Nick pulled back, enjoying the look of confused shame on Finnick's face. He pointed at Finnick's crotch.

"If I don't take care of that, my little boy will stain his precious suit. And that won't be good." He yanked down the bottom of the suit, letting Finnick's cock spring free, as the fennec moaned at the sudden tugging sensation.

"Don't worry Finnick, your trunk is in good hands." Nick gently pushed Finnick down to the floor, even as the small fox's knees gave out. He took the small but impressive length in his paws, feeling the small swelling of the knot at the base, and then slid it into his mouth.

"Nick... daddy... please..." Finnick's breathing got deeper, as his voice grew more shallow, he barely sounded like himself. No one would recognise the fox spasming into Nick's mouth as one of the most dangerous hustlers in Zootopia.

Nick pulled back, his mouth filled with Finnick's eager seed. "Aww, don't worry champ. A quick spurt is nothing to be ashamed off for a kit." He leant over, cum dripping from his jaws as he drew close to Finnick once more.

"Now give daddy a kiss."