Savage and the Savage 4: Everything's Gonna Be All Right

Nick stopped short on his stoop, a paw instinctively going for where the taser would be at his belt. Savage raised his paws, his practiced cocky grin slipping onto his face as he said, “Whoa there, officer. No need for that. I’m just here to talk.” The fox stared Jack down for a second, then relaxed, raising an eyebrow and muttering,

 

 

“You know, Tiger, I do have a telephone. Fancy new ringtone and everything.”

 

 

“Believe me, Wilde, this isn’t something you want to talk about over the phone.” Savage shook his head, sliding down off the bed and onto his feet. The smell of wet fox, thankfully, wasn’t exactly a sexy one, and Nick’s arrival had lessened the impact of the room somewhat. “Which is why I came to pay you a visit.”

 

 

“All right, I’ll bite, Savage. What’s going on?” Nick tugged at the sleeves of his drenched coat, hanging the garment up to dry before turning back to the rabbit.

 

 

Savage bit his lip, contemplating how exactly to breach the subject. After a moment’s deliberation, he decided to go with the direct approach. The rabbit drew the small vial from his breast pocket, the cyan fluid sloshing in the tightly-capped container. “This. This is what’s going on.”

 

 

Wilde reached out, taking the vial from Jack’s fingers and holding it up to the light. “Isn’t this that stuff they put in toilets at the Marriotter?” The rabbit rolled his eyes, reaching out to take the bottle with a sigh. Nick snapped his paw back, uncapping the vial and giving it a soft sniff. “Fine, fine. I assume this isn’t Kool-Aid, then.”

 

 

“They call it Pastor. It’s a drug that should be hitting the streets any day now. We found it when we were sniffing around after Bellweather’s arrest. Don’t think we got everything when we hit one of the bigger suppliers, but we’re following up some leads.” Leaving aside the question of how Jack specifically had gotten his paws on this sample, Jack said, “We’re still having our lab guys look it over, but… from what we can tell, it’s derived from that Night Howler mixture you and Hopps recovered. It seems like it makes independent thought difficult, and greatly enhances one’s suggestibility. Those with strong enough wills can fight it off, and it can’t make you do anything that contradicts your survival instinct, but it’s still pretty potent. I’ve heard it called the “domestication drug”, though that’s not exactly accurate… Point is, it’s basically hypnosis in a bottle.”

 

 

Nick could have been hypnotized himself, the way he was watching Jack. Even his tail had stopped its leisurely swish back and forth. “Huh. Well, that… if we’re being honest, that sounds terrifying. And I’m not talking ZIA stuff; even petty criminals could do some pretty nasty stuff. But, uh... I don’t see what it has to do with me.”

 

 

 

Jack nervously licked his lips, one foot tapping in the air as he tried to figure out where to begin. “Well. I said that we hit one of the big suppliers of Pastor. That’s, uh, not quite true.” He took a long, slow breath, then continued, “We hit THE supplier. At least, the first. The formula’s probably out there by now, but there was only one guy making it.” Nick nodded, head tilted slightly to the side in confusion. The rabbit’s paws moved down to clench against the bedspread, Jack’s gaze slipping down as he said, “His scientists figured out how to get Pastor from the Night Howler mixture, but… they needed, uh, test subjects.”

 

 

Jack closed his eyes, a reddish tint forming at the tips of his ears. “I’d been investigating one of the facilities used to make the drug. I nearly apprehended the scientist working there, but… well, I was attacked, and…” Jack was finding it very hard to speak now, the slightest hint of tears forming in his eyes. He’d told others before, of course; his handler, his supervisor, his therapist. But telling Nicholas Wilde was… difficult, for some reason. Nevertheless, Savage grit his teeth, spitting the words out like watermelon seeds.

 

 

“The bastard made me his pet.”

 

 

The sentence dropped like a stone, each word spoken with more malice than the last. Jack set his jaw, forcing himself not to shiver as the memory rushed back over him. He heard Vanderbill’s laugh ring in his ears, felt phantom paws close around his face, smelled that all-too-familiar scent…

 

 

He hated it. He hated Vanderbill more than he’d thought possible. And yet, buried underneath the disgust and disdain for the duckbill, there lurked a hidden thread of… something. Jack didn’t want to delve that deep, didn’t want to examine too closely what it was that he was feeling.

 

 

“He… He did things to me, Nick. Things that… thanks to that goddamn drug, they’re all I can think about now. I can’t focus, I can’t do my job, I can’t... “ The rabbit shivered, forcing his jaw to remain firm as the tremor passed through him. It was thanks to the miracle of modern therapy that he was able to admit these things, but that didn’t mean it was comfortable to do so. “I can’t stop thinking about… And it’s not even him that triggers it. It’s… well, it’s anyone, really. Anyone… male.” And there it was. Jack caught the slight widening of Nick’s eyes, knew that the fox had understood. For better or for worse, Nick knew.

 

 

Jack cleared his throat. Since there was no going back now, it would be better to get this over with. Better not to dwell on Vanderbill’s actions. Jack didn’t want to remember how he’d trained him, taught the rabbit exactly where he belonged, used him as the filthy little slut that he-

 

 

 “...Anyway. Getting back to the bigger picture. We definitely didn’t get all of the stuff, which means it’s probably going to hit the streets soon. So I figured I’d give the ZPD a tip, see how grateful they’d be.” A slightly-teasing smile slipped back onto Jack’s face, the rabbit falling back into old routines. “Once Pastor does appear, well… I know you had criminal contacts before you joined the force. I was wondering if-”

 

 

Nick raised a paw, the first motion he’d made since Jack had revealed his secret. A hint of an uneasy smile slid onto his own muzzle as he said, “I get where you’re going with this, Mr. Bund. You figure I know someone who might cave under ZIA questioning. But, see, I-”

 

 

Now it was Jack’s turn to cut someone off. “No, that’s not- well, partially, but-” He shook his head, a frustrated sigh leaving his lungs. “This Pastor stuff, it’s… well, as I said, detox... isn’t easy. More importantly, it’s taking too long. I was thinking maybe you’d know someone who…” Here was the point of no return. Jack teetered on the edge for a few seconds before finishing his sentence. “...could get their paws on a supply.”

 

 

It took a while for the statement to register. When it did, Nick looked almost hurt by the suggestion. “Tiger, you’re not seriously asking me to buy drugs for you, right?” He puffed out his chest, displaying the badge fixed to his uniform, then added, “Besides, like I was gonna say, I never knew anyone who’d be running Pastor. It sounds like it’s a pretty high-class drug, and it takes high-class makers. The ones I knew? Not high-class. So even if I were willing to break the law, which I’m not, you’d still be outta luck.”

 

 

Savage’s ears drooped in defeat, the rabbit forcing himself to maintain a stoic face. That had been his best (and quite possibly last) shot at fixing his... cravings. All signs currently pointed to Pastor addiction as being something one couldn’t fix, at least not without a good year or so of physical and mental therapy. Jack couldn’t handle being out of the field for that long; it would drive him insane, if he even had any sanity after going through withdrawal.

 

 

    And so Jack decided to make the ultimate sacrifice: He swallowed his pride. “Nick, please. I just need a little. Just enough to keep me in the game until they get a real cure.” He realized what he sounded like: a junkie begging for another fix. And that was what he’d become, wasn’t it? Except his cravings were a little more socially acceptable than catnip or hareoin.

 

 

A little.

 

 

    The rabbit began to compose one last desperate request, but halted as he saw the fox’s mouth split into a wide grin… that didn’t quite reach Nick’s eyes. Jack watched in confusion as the fox’s fingers reached back and twisted the lock shut with a loud clunk. Nick stalked forward, the smile growing malicious as he said, “I do have another idea, though.” As Savage opened his mouth to ask what exactly the fox meant, Nick leaned forward, legs tensing, and pounced.

 

 

Jack felt himself driven back against the bed as Nick’s body collided with his own, the fox looming over him as he pressed his curled paw to Jack’s mouth. As the cool glass touched his lips, Jack’s eyes widened in silent shock. He began to scrabble for his sidearm, seeking to force Nick off of him before anything else happened, but a soft growl in his ear stopped Jack in his tracks.

 

 

“Don’t you dare, Savage. Don’t. You. Dare.”

 

 

The fox’s voice reverberated through Jack’s mind, lips tightly pursed against the open mouth of the container. Nick was right; going for his gun was stupid. The fox could easily clamp his jaws down over Jack’s throat before he got the firearm into position, and those teeth looked very sharp. And felt very sharp too, judging by the sensations shooting through Savage as Nick nibbled on one of the rabbit’s long ears.

 

 

 “Come on, Jack. You know what you’re supposed to do next. That’s what they taught you, isn’t it?” Jack’s heart raced as the wet warmth of the fox’s form radiated against his coat. Had it not been for the glass pressed against his lips, Jack would have asked what the hell Wilde was doing. Instead, he merely squirmed, attempting to free himself from the fox’s hold. Nick’s fur brushed up against Jack’s face as he leaned in, his voice a husky whisper as his paw tilted the bottle upward. “Be a good boy. Swallow.”

 

 

Jack Savage was more than just a good boy. He was a good agent. His ZIA training had focused on what to do when confronted by a larger foe: use their weight against them, focus on your legs, go for your weapon and take the shot without hesitation. And while he’d never been trained for this particular scenario, Jack knew exactly what he had to do.

 

 

Obey.

 

 

 

 

Jack could breathe again.

 

The rabbit arched his back, a faint line of blue liquid running down his cheek as his body contorted under the fox’s weight. He felt good, better than he’d felt for a long time. And why shouldn’t he? He was back where he belonged, trapped under another man, his face buried in soft, sweet-smelling fur.

 

Actually, that wasn’t quite right. No, no, that wasn’t right at all. That was the Pastor talking. Jack didn’t know the reason for Nick’s sudden shift in behavior, but he did know its effects. The damn drug was twisting his thoughts again, turning the feeling of Nick’s whiskers against his ear into something simply divine. Savage knew he had to fight it; it was a small dose, easily overcome with enough willpower. He could resist.

 

But giving in would be so much better. He could wrap his legs around the mammal’s body, feel his fingers slide through the soft fur, let that glorious voice drift into his ears.

 

“There we go, Savage. Feeling better now?”

 

Yes. Yes, he was feeling better. So much better, he scarcely remembered why he’d thought about fighting off the drug in the first place. Other than the fact that it was quickly undoing all the progress he’d made, that it would shackle him back into his old routine, his old role.  Which, come to think of it, were pretty good reasons to fight. Jack opened his mouth to speak, to demand an explanation, to ask Nick to let him go, to beg the fox to scratch him behind the ears like Vanderbill used to…

 

And then it struck him, a bolt of icy lightning rushing down his spine.

 

“Tiger… you’ve been a bad boy.”

 

Oh no. Oh no, oh no. No, no, that was wrong, that wasn’t true. Jack had been good. He knew that for a fact. He’d gone to therapy, he’d forced himself to resist the urge to use the Pastor, he’d even gone to see Nick for help. What had he done wrong?

 

The rabbit realized almost as an afterthought that his mouth was still hanging open. He forced himself to fight through the terror coursing through him, voice shaky as he said, “Wh-what… How?”

 

The fox pushed himself up, freeing the rabbit from his weight while keeping that muzzle tucked against his ear. “C’mon, Tiger, you’re no dumb bunny. You know what I mean. Throwing your gaze around, lusting after anything with a dick that gets in your way… Don’t you know, Jack?”

 

“You’re mine.”

 

Jack’s eyes opened wide, ears flicking upright and quivering slightly. Nick had closed his jaws ever-so-slightly around the rabbit’s neck, sharp teeth brushing through the fur to press lightly against his skin. So that was what Nick meant. Admittedly, Savage hadn’t even considered the option, but… he had to admit, he liked it. Officer Wilde was handsome, and charming, and judging by the sensation of his hips pressed against Jack’s, decently endowed… And Jack had been alone for so long. Too long.

 

And so the rabbit’s fingers began to fiddle with Nick’s tie, hot breath blowing against the mammal’s fur as he worked. Nick relaxed his grip ever so slightly, allowing Jack free reign over his form while keeping the rabbit underneath him. Savage quickly took advantage of his gift, dextrous paws pulling the silken tie free and tossing it aside as he began to work the uniform’s buttons open.

 

Jack pressed his face up into the shock of orange fur behind the uniform’s shirt, the primal impulses of his race sending shivers through his spine as he inhaled. The reason-dulled rabbit attacked Nick’s form with the same desperation that his ancestors would have used to flee, fingers tearing heedlessly at the too-restrictive garments.

 

Suddenly, a paw pressed against Jack’s back, the fox pulling him forward as he rolled into a sitting position. Jack found his head trapped between Nick’s thighs, the tented blue pants rubbing up against his whiskers. He cast a glance up to Nick, spotted the fox’s approving smirk, and pressed his mouth to the male’s waistband.

 

The acrid taste of metal filled Jack’s mouth as his teeth closed around Nick’s zipper, tugging the restrictive fastener down to its base. The rabbit was rewarded by the sight and smell of Nick’s bulge, barely contained by a pair of heart-patterned boxers. He buried his twitching nose against the fabric, damp with accumulated sweat from the jungle outside, and slowly ran his paws up to Nick’s hips.

 

As Jack tugged the underwear down, a somewhat-familiar sight greeted his eyes. He hadn’t seen a fox naked in person, but an exhaustive Zoogle search had told him everything he needed to know about canine cocks.

 

Or so he thought. Jack was missing one very crucial detail. Officer Wilde was happy to fill him in on it, however; as Jack’s paw brushed the backside of Nick’s knot, the fox let out a stifled groan, one paw against his mouth to muffle the sound. Composing himself, Nick glanced down at Jack, murmuring, “Getting a bit ahead of yourself, aren’t we, Jack?” He gently took Jack’s paws in his own, arms encircling the bunny’s body, and-

 

Click

 

When had Nick gone for the cuffs? Jack hadn’t seen him snag the pair from his belt… but then again, he hadn’t been watching. Either way, it didn’t exactly matter, since the end result was the same: Jack Savage found himself cuffed like a common criminal. Though common criminals didn’t tend to have red rockets bobbing in front of their faces.

 

Jack didn’t need the fox to tell him what to do. The rabbit’s tongue hovered just above Nick’s knot, Jack’s gaze locking on to Wilde’s during the long, slow lick from base to tip. Nick shivered as Jack’s breath washed over his shaft, one paw reaching down to provide a gentle pressure against the back of his head. “Go on, Tiger. Do your job.”

 

The rabbit didn’t need to be told twice. Jack wrapped his lips around the male’s tip, his tongue working over the sudden presence in his mouth as he bobbed his head. Nick closed his eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh as the bunny worked his way deeper. Jack found his mouth quickly filling with dick, an obscene bulge forming in his cheek as the rabbit attempted to work the length deeper.

 

Agent Savage was steeling himself for that first plunge down his throat when Nick pressed a thumb to his forehead, sliding out of Jack’s mouth and bopping him on the nose with the saliva-covered tip. With a teasing smile, the fox murmured, “Good job, Jack. Let me give you your reward.”

 

Jack yelped as he felt a pair of paws close around his middle, lifting the rabbit into the air. His arms reflexively struggled against the restraints as he was pressed into Nick’s fluff, fight-or-flight instincts on overdrive. The rabbit’s struggles ceased, however, as a too-familiar presence gently prodded against him. The spit-slick shaft had slipped under his tail, Nick guiding the rabbit slowly but surely down on his length.

 

Oh. That… that wasn’t a bad reward. Not at all. Jack contented himself to simply press his face against Nick’s chest and savor the sensation of the mounting pressure against his rear. The rabbit’s grunts and groans were muffled by the thick, soft fur, though it couldn’t quite conceal the pleasured cry that burst forth from the bunny when the pressure became too great.

 

The familiar sound of flesh striking flesh soon filled Nick’s small apartment, accompanied by a chorus of stifled cries from both mammals. Nick rolled his hips upward with each stroke, the bulge at the base of his length pressing lightly against Jack’s rump with each gyration. Jack, meanwhile, had wrapped his legs around Nick’s form, his toned thighs providing adequate leverage for the bunny to bounce on the crimson pillar that Nick had so graciously let him play with.

 

The sensation was familiar, but only in the most shallow of ways. Jack’s first, ahem, awakening had been nothing like Nick. The fox seemed just as focused on Jack’s pleasure as he did his own, his thrusts as gentle as he could be. True, there was a pair of cuffs locked around Jack’s wrists and a dose of pacifying drug in his system, but something about the way Nick gripped his body, how the fox shifted slightly whenever Jack’s cries grew too loud, how he’d refrained from… well, from using Jack. While there was a small part of him that missed that animalistic lust from his first ‘sessions’, it was easily drowned out by the rest of Jack Savage’s mind. He was, after all, in good company. Nick’s company.

 

Jack’s ears flicked straight up, nose twitching helplessly as one of Nick’s thrusts struck gold. The rabbit shaft sandwiched between the two mammals’ bodies quickly coated their chests in a sticky layer of seed as Jack’s lusty cries filled the air.

 

The chorus of groans and gasps was suddenly silenced, replaced by Jack’s stunned, shaky breathing. Amid the maelstrom of pleasure whirling through his body, Jack had almost missed the sensation of something stretching him wide, almost failed to feel Nick’s body tensing just as his own had.

 

The rabbit knew what was coming next. With a whine of pleasure, Nick managed to press his knot into the rabbit, locking him in place around the sensitive bulb of flesh. Mere seconds later, a rush of warmth spread through Jack’s form, a comforting heat that was only amplified by the throbbing shaft trapped inside him.

 

And then a mischievous memory crossed Jack’s mind. He shifted his body upward, tugging ever-so-gently on the fox’s knot and eliciting a gasp from the crimson canine. A much different sort of warmth began to fill Jack as he realized what had just happened. He’d made Nick cum, even pushed the fox a little farther than he’d expected. Jack peeled himself away from Nick’s body, confirming his suspicions with a quick glance. Nick’s tongue was lolling out, the fox panting desperately for air as the rabbit continued to tease him.

 

Jack felt… happy. Content, for the first time in weeks. And why shouldn’t he? He’d fulfilled his duty, after all. He’d sated the cravings that had been gnawing at him non-stop for weeks. And most importantly… he was fairly sure that Nick would be coming back for more. The resulting grin on the rabbit’s face was quickly hidden as Nick flopped onto his back, bringing the rabbit down on top of his body.

 

There was something to be said for knots, Jack had to admit. As the fog of lust began to clear from Jack’s mind, he found himself pressed into the warm, soft fur of the fox below him, Nick’s paw pressed lightly against his back. His tinted ears twitched as he raised his head, his nose inches from a fox’s muzzle. Jack blinked once, twice, then squinted up at Nick. Words were… difficult for the rabbit, but he still managed to murmur, “Nick… what… what the hell was that?”

 

That obviously wasn’t what the fox had been expecting. He frowned, brows furrowing as those emerald eyes fixed on Jack’s face. “Well, see, that’s called sodomy, Jack.” The rabbit groaned, the sound different than the noises he’d been making just minutes before, and rolled his eyes as the fox continued. “But if you’re talking about why… I didn’t think I could completely fix the problem, but, well. Better to be uncontrollably aroused by one guy than by everyone you meet, hm?”

 

The plan made a perverse sort of sense. Jack certainly couldn’t go on lusting after every male that flashed him a glance, after all. And… come to think of it, it seemed to be working. Maybe it was the knot still lodged deep inside him, maybe it was the residual effects of the drug in his system, maybe it was the fox musk filling his lungs… Whatever the reason, there was a noticeable absence in Jack’s mind. Gone were the fantasies of being railed by a series of faceless, nameless predators. The memory was, of course, replaced with a fantasy of being railed by Nick, but that was still progress.

 

Wait. Nick was talking. Jack forced himself back to reality in time to hear, “Way I see it, you go around doing your spy thing, shutting down Goldhoof or whoever, all that jazz. When you need to, uh, ‘recharge’, though, you let me know.” He smiled, sharp teeth glistening in front of Jack’s muzzle, then continued, “And I’ll come and assist you, selflessly and without any thought of compensation.”

 

That last part coaxed an amused snort from Jack, the rabbit’s face beginning to mirror Nick’s smug smirk. “I can see why they hired a fox. You planned this all out in, what, three minutes?”Just as Jack’s grin returned in full, Nick’s faded to a vague look of concern. “Well, actually, there is one little thing I still need to figure out…”

 

“See, tiger, I have no idea how to explain this to Judy.”