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The train shuddered to a stop, kicking up dust along the worn platform of Bunnyburrow Station. Judy Hopps stretched her legs, her paws brushing against the sunbaked wood as she stepped onto familiar ground. Behind her, Nick Wilde blinked against the sudden glare of rural sunlight, his tail twitching at the scent of hay and warm dirt, so different from the exhaust-choked air of Zootopia. "Welcome to the middle of nowhere, Slick," Judy grinned, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag.
Nick’s ear flicked as a trio of young rabbits scurried past, their eyes widening at the sight of a fox in uniform. He exhaled through his nose, forcing his usual smirk. "Charming. Real progressive place your folks picked." Judy shot him a look—half apology, half warning—before tugging him toward the dirt road leading into town.
The walk was quieter than expected. Cicadas thrummed in the fields, and the occasional rustle of crops betrayed hidden onlookers. Nick’s claws dug into his palm. He’d faced down mob bosses and drug rings, but this? The weight of a hundred unseen stares prickled his fur. Judy’s fingers brushed against his, fleeting. "They’ll get used to you," she muttered, though her ears lay flat against her back.
Gideon’s bakery emerged like a mirage at the edge of town—a converted barn with a hand-painted sign swinging lazily in the heat. The scent hit Nick first: caramelized sugar, butter, and beneath it all, the tart punch of blueberries. His stomach growled despite himself. Judy elbowed him, grinning. "Told you. Best in six counties." She pushed the door open without knocking, the bell jingling like a challenge.
Inside, the air was thick with flour dust and the hum of a ceiling fan fighting a losing battle against the afternoon. Behind the counter, Gideon Grey froze mid-roll of dough, his cream-colored muzzle streaked with jam his usual overalls on along with a flour stained apron. His eyes—light blue where Nick’s were green—flicked between Judy’s eager face and Nick’s stiff posture. Then, to Nick’s surprise, the bigger fox snorted and wiped his paws on his apron. "Well shit. Judy Hopps and a fox in cop blues. Either I’m hallucinatin’ or the apocalypse got real polite."
Judy’s laugh was brighter than the sun outside. "Gideon, this is Nick. Nick, Gideon—best baker in Bunnyburrow." She nudged Nick forward. "And you’re gonna love his blueberry pie. Made me swear off store-bought for life." The way her nose twitched when she said it—Nick knew that look. This wasn’t just pie. This was Judy’s way of stitching him into her world, one sugar-coated thread at a time.
Behind the counter, Gideon’s ears perked. He eyed Nick like a puzzle—not with suspicion, but curiosity. "Blueberry, huh?" He turned without waiting for an answer, lumbering toward a glass display case where a pie sat glistening, its lattice crust golden-brown. The scent hit Nick like a freight train: ripe berries simmered in their own juices, butter-rich pastry, something earthy underneath—cinnamon? His mouth watered despite himself. "Fresh batch this mornin’," Gideon said, sliding a slice onto a chipped porcelain plate. "On the house, for you know as a sorry for how I was as a kid judy."
Judy’s ears shot up, her paw hovering near Nick’s elbow. "Wait, you—"
Gideon waved a flour-dusted paw, already slicing another piece. "Don’t start, Hopps. Really my treat I uh got my place upstairs if you both wanna relax and eat before going off, you know up to you." His ears twitched—not quite nervous, but something close. Nick watched the way Gideon’s thick tail flicked behind him, the way his hips shifted as he leaned against the counter. There was an ease to his movements, an unspoken confidence that had nothing to do with baking.
Judy’s nose quivered as she inhaled the scent of warm pie, her toes curling against the wooden floorboards. She’d dragged Nick here for two reasons: the blueberries, and the debt she couldn’t quite articulate. That idle comment Gideon had made months ago—*"Them night howlers? Ain’t natural, keep away critters but they drive animals wild especially if you accidentally eat em."*—had unraveled Bellwether’s entire scheme. Now, watching Nick’s nostrils flare as Gideon slid the plate toward him, she felt the weight of gratitude press against her ribs. "We'd actually love that Gideon."
The baker’s paws left flour prints on the counter as he pushed himself upright, his apron riding up just enough to reveal the soft curve of his belly beneath. "Right this way then," he rumbled, jerking his head toward a narrow staircase tucked beside the ovens. Heat radiated from the metal steps, the air thick with the yeasty tang of rising dough. Nick hesitated—foxes didn’t follow other foxes into enclosed spaces, not without assessing exits first—but Judy’s paw found his wrist, her grip insistent.
Gideon’s living room smelled like old wood and vanilla. A threadbare couch dominated the space, its cushions dented from years of accommodating his bulk. Above it, a crooked shelf displayed ribbons from county fairs—*Best Pie, 2012*—and a single framed photo of Gideon as a scrawny kit, grinning toothily beside a younger Judy at some long-ago harvest festival. Nick’s tail flicked at the sight. Judy had never mentioned knowing him outside of that one childhood incident and some bullying.
Gideon cleared his throat, hastily swiping dust off the glass frame before shoving it facedown behind a ceramic fruit bowl. "Damned thing keeps fallin’," he muttered, ears flattening. His paws fumbled with the pie plates, nearly dropping one before setting them on the low coffee table. "Look, Hopps, uh—" He scrubbed a flour-streaked forearm across his muzzle. "I owe ya more than pie. Shoulda said somethin’ sooner but I figured you’d laugh." His tail thumped once against the couch, sending up a puff of flour. "Back when we were kits... I was a damn idiot. Puttin’ dirt in your ears, callin’ you names—shit, I know. But—" His voice cracked. "I didn’t know how else to say I liked ya. Foxes don’t exactly get lessons on courtin’ bunnies."
Judy’s ears shot straight up. The forkful of pie paused halfway to her mouth, blueberries dripping onto her lap. Nick’s claws dug into the couch arm, green eyes darting between them with sudden, sharp interest, nostrils flaring as Gideon’s scent—musky and warm, layered with sugar—spiked with embarrassment.
"Hold up," Judy said slowly, lowering her fork. The gears in her head turned audibly—Nick could practically hear them—her nose twitching as she scrutinized Gideon’s hunched shoulders, the way his thick thighs squeezed together under his apron. A realization dawned, bright and electric. "You... Liked me? Like, liked me-liked me?"
Gideon’s ears burned crimson. He rubbed the back of his neck, dough still clinging to his fur. "Yeah, well. Foxes ain’t got a manual for this shit, Hopps. Figured bein’ a jerk was better than admittin’ I wanted to—" His gaze flicked to Nick, then away. "—you know. Bunnies and foxes don’t exactly mix."
Nick smirked both at the pie he was enjoying as it was rather good but also Gideon's words. "Well that's true most of the time but that's changing...me and Judy here well we're actually together." He said half proud and bragging but also mentioning slyly Judy had no problems with foxes in that way, his tail flicked teasingly as his fingers brushed hers.
Gideon's ears shot up like two startled flags, his whiskers twitching as his gaze darted between them—Judy's fingers now laced with Nick's, the fox’s claws resting possessively over her knuckles. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the ceiling fan’s sluggish whir and the distant hum of the bakery’s ovens below. Then Gideon’s muzzle split into a grin so wide it threatened to eclipse his face, his sharp canines glinting. "Well I'll be damned," he rumbled, chuckling deep in his chest as he wiped flour-dusted paws on his apron. "Officer Hopps, shackled to a fox. Guess the world really is changin’." His tail gave a slow, approving wag. "Congrats, Nick. You bagged yourself one hell of a bunny."
Nick’s smirk softened into something genuine, his thumb brushing Judy’s wrist where her pulse jumped under his touch. "Yeah," he said, quieter than he meant to, unable to resist stealing a glance at Judy—her purple eyes bright, her ears tipped forward in that way they did when she was proud. "She’s... something else."
Judy’s breath hitched. An idea bloomed in her mind, wild and unbidden—half-formed but undeniable in its clarity. Gideon had saved lives with a single offhand comment. He’d carried the weight of childhood guilt like a stone in his chest. And, most importantly, he’d just admitted he’d *wanted* her—still did, if the heat radiating off him was any indication. Her fingers tightened around Nick’s, a silent question in the squeeze.
Nick’s nostrils flared as he caught the shift in Judy’s scent—warmth blooming into something sharper, headier. His tail twitched once against the couch cushion before curling possessively around her waist. “Carrots,” he murmured, voice low enough that only she could hear, “if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, well I'm not against it his pie is damn good so I'm fine with it."
Judy’s ears flicked back, her pulse hammering under Nick’s paw. Gideon was watching them now, his thick tail thumping absently against the couch, the musky tang of fox arousal cutting through the sweetness of blueberries. She wet her lips. “Gideon,” she started, her voice steadier than she felt, “that night howler comment—you ever think about how many lives you saved?”
Gideon’s ears twitched. He rubbed his muzzle, smearing jam across his cheek. “Aw hell, Hopps, don’t go makin’ it sound noble. Was just talkin’ shop.” But his gaze dropped to her mouth, his claws flexing against his thighs.
Judy inhaled. "It really wasn't I was in a bad place I basically gave up on the case, obviously you didn't know any of that but that one comment was the one to solve it all for me, thousands of people probably owe you their life Gideon, I wanted to try and get you an award or something but the ZPD didn't think it would be something worth while." She said in one go taking a deep breath, no turning back now. "So what if I give you something more...personal as a reward?"
Gideon froze mid-chew, pie crust crumbling from his slack jaws. His blue eyes flicked between Judy’s earnest face and Nick’s smirk, his tail puffing to twice its size. "You mean—" His voice cracked. A flush spread beneath his fur, creeping down his neck to vanish beneath his flour-streaked apron. Nick didn’t miss the sudden swell pressing against its hem, the thick knot already half-formed. Damn.
Judy’s ears twitched as Gideon’s musk thickened—ripe earth and cinnamon, heavy with arousal. She leaned forward, her paw sliding from Nick’s grip to trace the flour-dusted counter between them. "Nick and I don’t... exclusively keep to ourselves," she murmured, watching Gideon’s nostrils flare as her scent mingled with his. "And after what you did—what you admited—" Her claws scraped wood. "Figured you deserved a proper thank you."
Nick chuckled low in his throat, stretching his arms behind his head. "Carrots here’s got a thing for foxes, Grey. Can’t blame her." His grin was all teeth as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table, tail flicking lazily. "And hell, your pie’s almost as good as your knot looks."
Gideon’s breath hitched, his apron tenting obscenely as his cock swelled fully beneath it. He blinked rapidly, dough still clinging to his fur. "Now hold on—you two serious?"
Judy didn’t hesitate. She hopped onto the coffee table, knocking pie plates aside with a clatter, and seized Gideon’s muzzle with both paws. His startled yelp was muffled against her mouth as she kissed him—hard. His lips were sticky with blueberry filling, his tongue hot and clumsy with shock. Behind her, Nick’s laugh was dark with approval. "Attagirl, Carrots."
Gideon’s paws hovered uncertainly before settling on Judy’s hips, his claws pricking through her uniform shirt. She could feel the thick ridge of his cock straining against his apron, the musky heat of him seeping through the fabric. When she pulled back, his pupils were blown wide, his breath coming in ragged pants. "Sweet merciful—Hopps, you—"
Nick’s tail brushed Judy’s shoulder as he leaned in, his muzzle grazing Gideon’s ear. "She’s got a habit of rewarding good behavior," he purred, green eyes flicking down to the damp spot spreading on Gideon’s apron. "And lemme tell ya, Grey—she’s real thorough."
Judy’s claws made quick work of her uniform buttons, her shirt pooling on the floor before Gideon could process the flash of gray fur beneath. The couch groaned as she straddled his lap, her smaller frame dwarfed by his bulk. "Bedroom," she panted, nipping at his jaw. "Now."
Gideon’s paws trembled where they gripped her waist, his tail thrashing against the cushions. "Sweet mother of—" His protest died when Nick hooked a finger under his apron and his deft fingers removed the overalls before Gideon even knew what was happening with a pull on the string and yanked, the fabric falling away to reveal the thick, ruddy length of his cock already glistening at the tip. Gideon swore, hips jerking involuntarily as Nick whistled low. "Damn I'm not jealous but that's one thick knot like damn I've seen wolf's with smaller cocks and knots than yours."
Judy didn’t wait. She leapt off his lap, ears bouncing as she sprinted toward the bedroom door—flinging it open to reveal a rumpled mattress piled with quilts, the scent of musk and old flour clinging to the sheets. Gideon’s breath hitched as she shimmied out of her panties in one fluid motion, her gray fur rustling as she turned—paws on her hips, chin lifted. "Gideon Grey," she declared, pupils blown dark with want, "you earned this. So claim it."
Nick sprawled into an armchair by the bed, tail draped lazily over the armrest as he palmed himself through his pants. His grin was all sharp amusement, watching Gideon stumble after Judy like a fox caught in headlights. "Go on, big guy," Nick drawled, claws tapping against his thigh. "Don’t keep the lady waiting."
Gideon’s breath came in ragged bursts as he loomed over Judy, his thick cock bobbing against his belly, already dripping pre onto the sheets. He hesitated—nostrils flaring at the heady musk of her arousal—before dragging a trembling paw down her flank. "Sweet merciful—Hopps, you’re sure?" His voice was gravel, rough with restraint.
Judy arched beneath him, her paws gripping the quilt as she spread her legs wider, her pink folds glistening. "Gideon," she gasped, tail twitching impatiently, "you wanted this. Now take it."
A low growl rumbled in Gideon's chest—part restraint, part hunger—as he dragged the blunt head of his cock through her dripping slit. The heat of her nearly made him lose control right then, but he forced himself to slow, savoring the way her breath hitched as his knot bumped against her entrance. "Easy," he murmured, though his voice shook. "Ain't no rush." His claws dug into the sheets beside her shoulders, careful not to scratch her softer fur.
Judy's hips bucked impatiently. "Gideon—please—" Her plea dissolved into a high-pitched whine as he finally pushed forward, the thick stretch of him making her toes curl. His cock was perfect—broader than Nick's at the base, the ridge of his knot already swelling against her entrance, promising the kind of fullness that made her head spin. Beneath her, Gideon gasped like he was the one being split open, his ears flattening as he bottomed out. "Sweet mother of—Hopps—"
Gideon froze, trembling, his claws shredding the quilt as he fought not to rut into her like an animal. Judy could feel him twitching inside her—every pulse, every ragged breath—his knot already halfway engorged. His fur was damp with sweat where her paws gripped his sides, his scent overpowering: earth and cinnamon and fox, thick enough to taste. She rolled her hips experimentally, gasping at the delicious drag. "Oh fuck—yes—just like that—"
A strangled noise tore from Gideon's throat as he obeyed, his thrusts slow at first, each one measured, savoring the way her walls fluttered around him. But Judy’s ankles locked behind his back, urging him deeper. "Harder," she panted, her ears flat against the pillow. "I can take it."
Gideon's restraint snapped. His grip tightened on her hips as he drove into her with a guttural growl, the force of it jolting her up the mattress. Her claws scrabbled against his shoulders, her moans pitching higher with every brutal thrust. His knot, fattening rapidly now, stretched her deliciously wider with each push—just shy of catching.
Nick lounged back in the armchair, his paw working slow strokes over his own cock as he watched Gideon's thick knot stretch Judy wider with every thrust. The sight alone was almost enough to make him spill—Judy's ears flattened in pleasure, her smaller body jolting with each snap of Gideon's hips. "Damn, Carrots," Nick drawled, voice rough with amusement and arousal. "You always did have a thing for thick knots."
Judy barely spared him a glance, her focus locked on the monstrous fox above her. Gideon moved with deliberate, primal force—his thrusts deep and heavy, designed to ruin—yet his paws cradled her hips like something precious. His breath came in ragged bursts against her neck, his muzzle wet with drool as he fought to hold back. Judy arched beneath him, her paws gripping his shoulders hard enough to leave crescent marks in his fur. "Harder," she gasped, her voice cracking as Gideon's knot finally caught at her entrance. "Oh jeez—!"
Gideon's entire body shuddered when her walls clenched around him. His claws sank into the sheets, his hips stuttering as he bottomed out with a groan. "'S too much," he gritted out, sweat-darkened fur sticking to his brow. "'Bout to—" Judy answered by rolling her hips, grinding him deeper, her tail flicking wildly against the bed. "No," she panted. "Not yet. Fuck me proper first."
Nick chuckled from the armchair, lazily palming his own erection. "Carrots loves when you make her work for it," he mused, watching Gideon's knot pulse obscenely where it stretched Judy wide. "Go on—make her beg." Gideon growled low in his throat, adjusting his grip on Judy's hips as he dragged almost all the way out—slow, torturous—before slamming back in. Judy's back arched off the bed, her cry sharp as his knot caught her entrance, the thick ridge pressing insistently against her rim. "F-fuck—Gideon—!"
He didn't ease up. His thrusts were deep, deliberate—every snap of his hips a promise of more, his knot swelling heavier, hotter, with every pass. Judy's claws raked down his chest, her breath coming in punched-out gasps. Gideon's muzzle pressed wetly against her neck, his tongue dragging over her pulse point. "Ain't rushin'," he panted, though his voice trembled with the effort of restraint. "Wanna feel you." His knot throbbed against her entrance, dragging a whimper from Judy's throat as her walls fluttered around him.
Judy arched beneath him, her legs tightening around his waist. "I know," she gasped, her ears pinned back as Gideon's cockhead brushed that delicious spot deep inside. "That's why—oh fuck—that's why I picked you." Gideon growled at that, his hips stuttering before he found a rhythm—harder now, rougher—his knot catching teasingly at her rim with every thrust. Judy's toes curled, her body rocking with the force of him, every nerve alight. His scent was everywhere—thick, musky, perfect—filling her lungs until she couldn't think past the need to take him deeper.
Nick smirked from the armchair, lazily stroking himself as he watched Gideon's hefty knot stretch Judy to the brink. "She likes it mean," he drawled, tail flicking in amusement when Judy whimpered at Gideon's next thrust. "See how she's clenching? That's her begging for that fat knot to pop." Gideon shuddered, his breath ragged as he obeyed, grinding against her with deliberate force, his cock pulsing inside her. Judy's claws dug into his shoulders, her moans pitching higher—ragged, desperate—her body trembling as Gideon's knot swelled thicker, hotter, right there.
Gideon's restraint was fraying. Each thrust was slower now, deliberate—halfway between savoring and claiming—his hips rolling in deep circles that made Judy's back arch off the bed. His muzzle pressed wetly to her throat, tongue rasping over her pulse as he growled, "Y'feel… incredible." Judy's answering whine was muffled against his shoulder, her hips jerking to meet his, her walls fluttering hungrily around him. Gideon groaned, his knot aching where it stretched her—so close to locking. "Sweet fuck, Hopps—" His hips stuttered, his thrusts losing rhythm as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.
Judy could feel it—the moment he teetered on the edge. His cock pulsed inside her, his knot swelling impossibly thicker, the ridge catching just shy of popping. She clenched around him deliberately, her claws raking down his back as she gasped, "Now, Gideon—do it—" His breath hitched—then shattered. With a ragged snarl, Gideon drove into her one final time, his hips slamming flush against hers as his knot swelled, locked, sealing him inside with a wet, perfect pop. Judy's cry punched out of her, her body arching violently as the stretch burned—then melted into mindless pleasure.
Gideon collapsed over her, his massive frame shuddering as his cock twitched deep inside her, the first hot pulses of his release flooding her. His muzzle buried against her neck, his growls muffled against her fur as his hips jerked erratically, rutting shallowly against her—chasing every last drop of sensation. Judy's paws clawed at his shoulders, her own climax crashing over her in relentless waves, her walls milking him greedily as she whimpered, "Oh fuck—yes—"
Nick's chuckle was dark with satisfaction as he watched them—Gideon's knot still firmly lodged inside Judy, her smaller body pinned beneath his bulk, both trembling through the aftershocks. "Damn, Carrots," he murmured, stroking himself lazily. "That might be the hottest thing I've ever seen." Gideon's ears flicked weakly at the sound of Nick's voice, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Sweet mercy," he panted, his muzzle still pressed to Judy's throat. "I can confidently say I'm throughily thanked."
Judy gasped as Gideon shifted slightly, the movement sending a fresh jolt of oversensitivity through her. "Oh—easy," she breathed, her paws flexing against his shoulders. "Still... locked." Gideon groaned, his hips twitching instinctively, the involuntary thrust making them both shudder. "Yeah," he rasped, his voice wrecked. "Gonna be a minute." His knot pulsed inside her, still swollen tight, the sensation drawing a whimper from Judy's throat.
Nick stretched lazily in the armchair, tail flicking as he watched them with half-lidded amusement. "Y'know," he mused, "for a baker, you sure know how to rise to the occasion." Gideon snorted, the sound muffled against Judy's fur. "Shut it, Wilde," he grumbled, but there was no bite to it—just the slow, satisfied rumble of a fox who'd been thoroughly fed. Judy giggled, the vibrations making Gideon's ears twitch where they lay flattened against his skull.
The room smelled like sex and sweat—thick, musky, alive—with the faintest undertone of cinnamon from Gideon's fur. Judy traced idle circles on his damp shoulder blades, her thighs still snug around his waist, his knot a heavy, perfect weight inside her. Gideon exhaled shakily, his nose pressed to the junction of her neck and shoulder. "Y'alright?" he murmured, his voice rough as gravel. Judy hummed, arching slightly just to feel him shift inside her. "Mm. Perfect." Gideon groaned, his claws flexing against the sheets. "Jeez, Hopps—don't move."
Nick stretched, rolling his shoulders before sauntering over to the bed. He dragged a claw teasingly down Gideon's flank, earning a twitch and a half-hearted growl. "Relax, big guy," Nick purred, leaning in to nip at Gideon's ear. "You're stuck for a while. Might as well enjoy it." Gideon's tail thumped weakly against the mattress. "Easy for you to say," he grumbled, but his hips rolled instinctively, pressing deeper into Judy with a shudder.
Judy arched beneath them both, her ears flicking as Nick's weight settled beside her. "Mm. Much better," she sighed, stretching her arms above her head. Nick smirked, trailing a paw down her stomach—slow, possessive—before dipping lower, tracing the slick mess where Gideon's knot stretched her wide. "You're a menace," Judy breathed, but her thighs trembled at his touch. Nick chuckled, rubbing lazy circles around the base of Gideon's knot. "And you're insatiable, Carrots."