Judy x Fangmeyer Scent Stuff (18+)

"Hopps. Hopps? Are you alright? You're... Staring." Fangmeyer couldn't help but notice, despite the bunny's relative lack of height. He arched his eyebrow, coffee mug still steaming in his paw, as he regarded her. It wasn't often he ran into other officers in the filing archives downstairs. The ZPD basements were a lonely place.

"Fangmeyer! Oh! Sorry, I forgot why I came down here, ha." Judy stammered through her words, desperate to cover the truth. Hadn't she seen the tiger come down here? Hadn't she followed him, entranced by some richness in the air that she hadn't noticed before? Or perhaps she had been noticing for months...

Fangmeyer smiled, shrugged, and opened another filing cabinet. From Judy's position, she could see the outline of his cock, naked of his sheath but covered by his polyester uniform pants. Was his belt always that tight? She inched forward, her body moving but her gaze not lifting from Fangmeyer's enormous, obscured genitals. She slid open a draw just to look like she had something to do. But really? Her nose had been twitching for minutes, inhaling what was the most intoxicating musk she had ever known. Even Nick, pungent as he was, couldn't compete with the tiger's natural predator musk. She was sure that her own scents of arousal were betraying her, but she couldn't help it. Ever since she had started working alongside all these tall, strong, dangerous predators, she had wanted to ride them like they were the bunnycoaster at the Triburrows fair.

"So..." Judy began, tapping her foot absently. Fangmeyer's eyes drifted down, stopping on her nervous paw for a moment.

"Yes, Hopps?" He flexed his thighs, tensing the finely tuned muscles and making his bulge pop out just a touch further. Judy's forehead came just about to cock level on him. He had finished his coffee, and set the mug aside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.

"I-is that cologne you're wearing? It's really nice. You know I figured a lot of cops wear the stuff, what with all the action on the job, maybe to cover up the, uh, sweat?"

Fangmeyer chuckled. He crouched down to meet her amethyst eyes. "Cologne? Can't say I've ever worn the stuff. I've always been a fan of my... natural aroma. You are too, Hopps?"

Judy couldn't help it. Her sex ached, pulsing at her inhibitions like waves against a shore. His musk was making her needier than Nick's ever did. Wordlessly, she nodded in response to Fangmeyer's inquiry. Her head tilted back, looking upat him as he rose from his crouch and calmly began to loosen his tie and undo the buttons on his uniform shirt. Then his pants. When he tugged his pants down, Judy was rewarded with a flood of fresh musk, gushing into her senses and making her knees buckle ever so slightly. She was breathing heavily, rhythmically, her nose twitching in curiosity and eagerness.

"Well, good. If you're a fan of my musk, I might as well tell you've been eyeing those big bunny feet of yours for some time now, hmhmhm." Fangmeyer let his pants fall to his knees, then the floor. His cock flopped neatly into his paw and he stroked, feeling it erect itself in tumescent throbs. Judy couldn't believe her eyes. The size of the thing, the barbs, the way his clawed paws worked it up for her. Her nostrils flared and she leaned forward, then back.

"Sweet cheese and crackers, it's bigger than my leg." She whispered, squealing on the inside.

"You sure your partner won't mind? I mean, I thought you two were-"

"Oh no! No, haha, no, Slick Nick? Nooo, we're just partners. And friends. Besides everyone keeps saying 'what happens in records, stays in records', so... I think it doesn't matter anyway."

"Good." Fangmeyer enthused, reaching down to pick Judy up by her arms. Her held her in his powerful paws, dick throbbing just beneath her, as he began to remove her clothing as if from a doll. Judy blushed at first, then fell limp to allow the process. By the time she was naked, Fangmeyer had rested back against the wall of file cabinets, legs spread. He set Judy down in the coliseum comprised of his crooked legs, as if his cock was the beast she'd fight.

Judy reached out, taking the turgid cock in her arms and licking down its length. When she got to his scrotum, she buried her face into his sheath and inhaled, desperate for a hit of that musk. It came, weakening her resolve further, until she would do just about anything he said.

And he did have one request.

"Ahem. Your feet, Hopps? Can you..."

"Say no more!" She assured, giving him a knowing smile as her senses clouded with acquiescent voices all screaming out for more of that savage, untamed musk. The smallest grunt escaped her as she lowered herself down, then wrapped her feet against the tiger's cock, stroking upward. Her athleticism and flexibility allowed her to nearly push herself into a hand stand just to work her feet up his shaft. She caught the prongs on his glans, red as a blooming flower, between her gentle, velvety toes, and smiled as she heard him grunt and groan in approval.

"Nnngh, you know, little Hopps, if you keep doing that, you're going to make me cum."

"Mmmhmmm..." Her reply was terse, but her motions were loving, attentive, her paws playing at the most sensitive areas of his dick, and even pressing into the sheath just to work every possible angle.

"And if I cum, you're going to get soaked. And the showers in the locker room aren't going to do much to wash the scent of my cum off you."

"Ah ha..." She countered, shrugging off the notion, or perhaps welcoming it. After all, why wouldn't she want to take the potent scent of a predator home with her? Perhaps she wouldn't shower at all.

"And they're all going to know that Judy Hopps is fair game. That she pursues as much as she's pursued. And that she's a raunchy little thing as hyped-up for pred musk as a woman in heat..." He growled, purring in his throat as Judy's feet worked him. He pushed his paws down, easing his cock down closer to the floor for her to access with her lips and tongue. "And Wilde's going to know too..."

"Fangmeyer." Judy grunted back, working her tongue into his tip while her feet stroked the shaft.

"Mm?"

"Shut up and cum." She insisted, poring her lips over his barbs while he held her feet in his paws.

He came on demand, the dam of semen bursting against her bunny body where before there had been but a trickle of precum. The white liquid slapped and poured over her, soaking her naked fur, driving her mad with the overload of pred scent and weakening her legs with orgasm to the point where she could no longer stand.

Judy panted and gasped on her back, eyelids fluttering with indecent delight as Fangmeyer leaned forward, one elbow on one raised knee. He observed her flushed face, her curling toes, the rise and fall of her chest.

My, what a predatory prey.