Feel The Bu(r)n.

Judy had never seen a wolf jiggle.

Actually, she had never seen a wolf quite as rotund as councilwoman Canidae.

And how weird was it to see her in a cyan lycra singlet?

Did the woman know it was 2016?

"Come on, Canidae, pump those tender thighs! We're going to whip you into shape for election season!"

Canidae was running on a treadmill directly next to Officer Hopps, with whom she had joined on a city employee gym trip.

As the bunny sped along, seemingly indefatigable, Canidae groaned and trudged along on the lowest speed setting. Her singlet was shiny, and stained with sweat in embarrassing spots under her breasts, under her arms, and of course, under her tail. Even in the crowded gym her scent was noticable.

"Are you... Sure... This... Is... Worth it...?" Canidae gasped, her ponytail bobbing behind her head, ears lowered in stress.

Judy laughed, "Worth it? This is the reward! I do this every day!"

"Reward?" Canidae scoffed, "...Cheesecake is a reward. Tiramisu is a reward. This... is... torture!" She complained, breathing in deeply and exhaling in forced breaths that pushed her lips into an O shape.

"Cheesecake's what got you into this mess, Canidae!" Judy responded teasingly, hoping to encourage the wolf further.

After a few more exhausting minutes, Canidae slapped her paw on the treadmill's control panel, causing it to stop. She turned to Judy, resting her arms on the bar on the side of the machine, her breasts huge and heaving as she caught her breath. Inch after inch of cleavage was exposed for Judy to marvel at.

And marvel she did.

"Officer Hopps? I think... I'm done for the day. Why don't I take you to my favorite little cafe for a bit of my kind of exercise?" The offer was tempting. Why was it so tempting? The prospect of carrot cake? Ingratiating herself with the woman who might be the next mayor? Or just a bit of exposure to a kind of maturity she herself hadn't yet reached? She'd have to ask Nick to explain what it was about older women that always caught her attention.

"You got it! Let's go change!" Judy hopped off her treadmill and skipped alongside the buxom wolf, accidentally inhaling a whiff of her scent.

"And Hopps, dear, try not to stare as much this time."