Judytrappedfic

"Stop in the name of civic justice!"

 

Judy had been chasing this perp for what seemed like an hour. The stoat had almost given her the slip when he went into the subway, but she'd managed to get on the train as the doors shut. She was running down the train cars, sliding under, and bounding over the other passengers; now he had nowhere to run.

 

"The Next Stop Is... Sousten Street. Change here for... the Nocturnal District line." The bored voice of the rodent reading the announcements made Judy curse:

 

"Chamaepsila rosae," she blushed slightly when she saw a nearby bunny gasp. "Sorry Ma'am, stress of the job. Won't happen again."

 

She rolled under an elephant's legs as she saw the stoat practically bouncing in the next car. He was about to get out the doors, and into the Nocturnal District.

 

She opened the door to the next car as the train slowed.

 

She bounced over a hippo as it came to a halt.

 

Her paw closed around the stoat's hoodie as the doors slid open...

 

And he was off, fortunately she'd still gotten a grip on it. But this stoat was determined. He was pulling her straight off her feet and dragging her down the staircase to the Nocturnal District, the red emergency lights straining her eyes as she tried to gain her footing. She barely caught a sign as they passed it at high speed. The Warrens.

 

The path was nowhere near as welcoming as the name should have been, instead of the wide chambers of her home in Bunny Burrows, Judy was led down a meandering set of criss-crossing tunnels, getting narrower and narrower. She couldn't even tell which one she came down. She felt dirt brushing past her hips, each time getting more and more annoying as the tunnel closed in, and then...

 

"Oof" she fell flat on her face as she became wedged into the tunnel. The sudden stop tore the hood of the stoat's hoodie, leaving her clutching it as he carried on, hooting like a madman.

 

Brushing the dirt from her face, Judy tried to push herself backwards. No luck, she was wedged in there good and tight. She looked around, she seemed to be at an intersection, however small, so there was a good chance someone would notice her. She tried to perk up with the thought that help would soon be forthcoming.

 

---

 

Judy was seriously considering a diet.

 

Her hips weren't that wide, she tried to tell herself, the tunnels here was just meant for rodents, not rabbits. Still, the fact she'd been here for half an hour was pissing her off. And she'd been passing the time reminiscing about all the opportunities she could have taken to avoid the situation. If only she hadn't had that second slice of carrot cake, if only she'd skipped dinner more often. She sighed. This wasn't going to help.

 

Her ears pricked up. She could hear movement behind her. She kicked her feet and yelled, to try and get some attention. She could hear them getting closer, she felt so elated, this was working!

 

And then she felt a claw slide down her foot. Judy shrieked. It wasn't sharp, but it was a deliberate caress. Whoever and whatever was behind her... it didn't seem to be friendly.

 

One heavy set of claws started to hold down her left foot. The other claw, avoiding her frantically kicking right foot, slid down her crotch, while not sharp, it had enough force to pierce through the seam in her pants, splitting them in two.

 

And then things got weird.

 

Judy felt something strange pressing up against her panties -- like a hundred different tiny wiggly parts pressing up against her. She felt the little tentacle-like things slide up and down her crotch, tracing every inch of her. She squeeled at the cold afront to her nether-regions. And tried to kick harder, but now it had no use for its claws, her molester had held that down as well.

 

The tentacles rubbed themselves all over her crotch as if trying to feel the shape of her pussy. Despite her panic, the yelp she gave as they found her clit was more from pleasure than terror. The tentacles pushed further, and she felt a larger, wetter one pushing forward. No, she realised, this was a tongue. It began to probe her, trying to push around her panties, even as they dampened from its caresses.

 

Finally shoving them to one side, the tongue dove further, slipping inside her with a sadistic energy. Judy tried to hold back, but the pleasure was too much, she cried out.

 

"... you know, you're meant to hold out for longer. It's what makes this fun."

 

"huh?" Judy couldn't believe the voice coming from behind her. It sounded almost petulant. Angered by her enjoying it, even as she blushed from shame at her defilement.

 

"If you were new at this, you should have gone to a beginner tunnel." Definitely peeved, her legs were released and she felt him begin to turn away.

 

"New at what? What... what's going on?" She never expected her assailant to ever be dissatisfied molesting her.

 

"... wait, you don't know? Oh fuck." She felt a tug on her legs, and she was dragged slowly backwards out of the tunnel.

 

---

 

Now covered with a blanket and enjoying a hot chocolate, Judy could scarecly believe her situaton. For what its worth, her molester was beside himself with apologies.

 

It turned out The Warrens was a fetish club. Animals would go in, get "stuck" in a tight tunnel, and then burrowers would take turns front and back. Her abuser, a star-nosed mole named Alfred, was terrified.

 

"I honestly thought you knew, you were stuck in an advanced tunnel. I'm so sorry. I... please don't send me to jail. I know I molested you, but it was an honest mistake!"

 

Judy's nose flared in anger, but she thought better of it. True, he'd... violated her, but he was right. He'd not known. Club etiquette had always been no breaking character in the tunnels. She'd have to have a word with the manager about safety precautions.

 

She sighed, making up her mind. "Just... just make sure to double check first, no matter how bad a breach of etiquette it is, and get me some new trousers to make up for these ones. And I'll let you off with a warning."

 

After all, actually arresting him would mean telling the cops back at the station exactly what happened. And that wasn't what she wanted at all.

 

On the other paw. She sipped her cocoa. Maybe this place wasn't so bad. "Also, pay for a membership ticket for me."