Chapters She caught the crime out of the corner of her eye. It was so smooth, so efficient, so unremarkable, anybody without training and experience never would have seen it happen.
It was as artful a lift as a pickpocket’s, his paw deftly darting in and taking the prize with his victim being none the wiser. Judy almost got so lost in admiration that she forgot to chase the miscreant, forgot to raise the hue and cry.
And he? Calm as a cucumber, not even quickening his pace as he walked off, appearing as innocent as everyone else on the sidewalk.
That did give her a moment’s advantage; he would assume he hadn’t been seen, and looking around could appear as a mark of guilt. Just walking was clean , unremarkable, flawless.
Judy was too close to radio it in without him hearing. She was torn, just for a moment, between the duty of reporting and the duty of apprehending—she could do one or the other, but not both.
She settled the mental debate by memorizing all his features, not just his appearance but the way he held himself, the way he moved. His easy walk presented a carefree character who was just going about his daily rounds, while his ear movements and the occasional flicks of his tail told their own story.
How alert was he? Alert enough to spot her reflection in a window as he passed. She caught the sudden tension in his shoulders, he almost missed a step, like he was halfway between running or continuing to act as if nothing was going on. After all, cops were a frequent sight on the sidewalks, who was to say that she was after him?
But he knew. She didn’t pretend to fully understand the criminal mind, but she did know that the best of the best had feral instincts when it came to crime; they had a well-honed sense of paranoia. He saw a cop, he knew that cop was after him. Most of the time that wouldn’t be true; most of the time his crime would have gone unremarked until long after the fact, and if his current lift and fade was any indication, no witnesses would have remembered seeing him.
His maroon coat wasn’t the latest fashion, and it was just ostentatious enough that if anybody had noticed him, they’d fixate on the coat, rather than his otherwise plain fur. It could be easily lost or could be concealing anything underneath; he might turn a corner and discard it, totally changing his appearance.
Indeed, he rounded a corner and Judy lost sight of him. She knew the city, she knew the streets and the sidewalks and alleyways; she knew that there was nowhere he could disappear to, and yet she broke out in a run, even if a part of her mind was telling her that this was exactly what he was anticipating.
She forced herself to walk as she rounded the corner. He was bent over, picking a loose coin up off the ground, a perfectly innocuous movement that was beyond reproach, one which even made her doubt herself. Why would a thief stop and pick up a coin when he could be increasing the distance between himself and a police officer?
Wasn’t it obvious? He’d seen her, and he knew if she’d seen him, she would chase after him as soon as she thought herself unobserved. He knew she’d get to the alleyway faster if she was giving chase, and now he’d gotten a good look at her. He’d also had an opportunity to stash his ill-gotten goods somewhere, and if he was really, really good, it’d be somewhere that couldn’t be associated with him.
How long had he been out of her sight? The buildings weren’t that tall, three stories—if he had a good throwing arm, even a roof was a possibility. More likely among the trash and detritus that cluttered every alleyway; he might have used the short window of time where he was unseen to run ahead and hide it then double back.
Judy was utterly convinced that if she were to detain him and pat him down right now, she’d find nothing, and she was also utterly convinced that at the moment she spoke, he’d be the very model of a law-abiding citizen, helpful to a fault, squeaky clean. She could already imagine the backup officers coming to help, doing a half-hearted search of the area that would find nothing and the apologies as they let him go.
She knew what she’d seen, and if nothing else, she’d get a closer look at him, take his measure up close. He’d go down to the station, there would be a mugshot, paw prints, and even if he got released this time, there would be a next time.
“Police. Freeze.”
She’d already prepped her mind for the casual denials, the silver tongue—if his lift was that smooth, so too would be his speech. ‘What’s this about?’ or ‘It’s just a coin I found,’ or any of the innumerable permutations.
Instead, he ran.
Not with a moment’s hesitation, not with the uncertainty of somebody who was unexpectedly accosted. He’d marked her the instant he’d seen her reflection, he’d gone down the alley to be sure, and as soon as she’d spoken, he’d known that the jig was up.
And he’d had his head partially covered, too. Between the collar of his coat and using his left hand to pick up the coin, he’d given himself a good view of her while preventing her from seeing much of his facial features. For all she knew he had some sort of obvious deformity, maybe an eyepatch. He had the bearing of a cat with an eyepatch.
In hindsight, it was stupid of her to not have considered that he might do a runner, but in the moment she was caught out as he planted a paw and took off down the alley, hell-bent for leather.
On the plus side, him running removed the last lingering doubts. Not to mention that there was no need to be coy any more. He knew, she knew, and soon everybody on the force would know.
“Judy in pursuit of a suspect,” she said as she started sprinting after him. “Feline, gamboge fur, about six feet tall, alley near Second and Elm, headed south.” She could run and talk. That wasn’t something that got expressly covered in training, more of a skill that got picked up over time.
“Ten-four, units on the way.”
For now, it was one-on-one, but it wouldn’t remain that way for long. Or, it shouldn’t—as Judy was about to find out, she was soon to embark on a journey that no ZPD officer had yet made.
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That was still some minutes in the future. In the present, she was running after him, forming a mental map of her location and what bolt-holes he might have available to him. At the end of the alley, he could turn right or left, and then he’d be back on a public street, obvious enough if he kept up a run. Even if he shed his jacket, the alarm had been raised; any feline in the immediate area would be a suspect.
He might have run because he had a car just around the corner. THer mind began running through permutations, like a game of chess played at high speed. He would know she had a radio and would call for backup. He wouldn’t know how fast she could run, nor if there were any other cops in the immediate vicinity to intercept and arrest him. Running made him stand out in the crowd. Whatever his escape plan was, it would be close.
It was.
She didn’t recognize it even when she was right on top of it. She’d seen which way he turned, and he was making no attempt to hide himself as he raced through the crowd and then button- hooked down another alleyway, earning himself a few irate shouts from the locals.
A blind alleyway; she knew it was there, she knew that cats could climb and if he had a few good claw-holds, he might make it to a fire escape, and from there could get up to a roof. A good short-term escape plan; she couldn’t follow him up there. But units could quickly surround the block, limiting his range, and then it was only a matter of time before he was brought to justice.
There were dumpsters and boxes and crates and shadowed nooks and crannies that could all be hiding spots, he might be planning to temporarily hide, wait for her to rush past, and then duck back out of the alley, leaving her to search for nothing as he lost himself in the crowd. Unless she actually saw him in the alleyway, her best bet was guard the entrance and wait for backup to arrive.
She rounded the corner and immediately took in all the obstacles, hiding places—a shimming, sea-green circle pulsing at the end of the alleyway silhouette him as he ran into it full-tilt. She saw that out of her peripheral vision, and locked in on it just as the tails of his coat vanished.
Judy bolted to the end of the alley and regarded this portal. It went without saying that she’d never seen anything like it before; it was purely something out of fantasy or science-fiction. She stuck a finger in it, experimentally. It was pleasantly tingly, and when she pulled her finger back out, it was unharmed.
Ever the diligent officer, she radioed in this new information . . . most of the new information. If she just said there was a portal, nobody would believe her. If they arrived and saw it with their own eyes, they’d have to.
Just then, she noticed that it was shrinking, Slowly at first, but picking up speed.
She should have stayed at her post, guarding it. However, the portal was closing; he was there and she was here ; there was no time to think, only time to act.
She dove through, and one flash of interdimensional travel later, she was in a brave new world.
Her mind struggled to fill in the details on the periphery, while her focus remained locked in on her target. He’d stopped and turned, no doubt checking to see if she was still following him.
He didn’t have an eyepatch, but other than that, his face was almost exactly how she imagined it would look. Arrogant in the way many cats were.
He looked genuinely surprised that she’d followed and she pressed the advantage, charging for him.
In its blind focus and image overload, her brain was still getting up to speed. Moving objects were resolved. Non-moving ones didn’t present a threat and therefore went unremarked.
Thus it was that in the heat of the chase she ran, full-tilt, into a stallion.
Back in her world, sapients were bipedal as a general rule, so that was one reason she didn’t recognize the stallion as a creature.
Also back in her world, citizens had normal coat colors—oh sure, there were some who dyed their fur as a fashion statement, but that was the exception and not the rule. To the degree that her brain noticed the stallion, it assumed it was some sort of painted advertising statue.
She didn’t barrel into his . . . barrel, she ducked under and crashed headfirst into his cock. Instinctively, she grabbed for it to keep herself from falling, wrapping her arms tightly around it while the stars in her vision resolved.
It took her a moment to realize what it was—it could easily have been mistaken for a leg, given its sheer size. It hung down just below her waist and was nearly as broad around as her torso, firm yet yielding under her bear hug.
Judy could feel the heat, could feel the pulse in the veins, could feel it moving around as the possessor of the penis leaned his head down to see what was grabbing him. “Hey!”
Now her mind started to do more work, filling in all the little details she missed in her dogged pursuit of her quarry:
This wasn’t Zootopia.
She was under the belly of a horse who could talk.
He was in a harness
Another horse was next to him, and she was also regarding Judy with amusement.
4a. The other was obviously a mare, since she had teats rather than a dick.
Staying here was a good way to get kicked down an entire block.
Judy relinquished her grip on the horsecock and rolled out from under his belly with an apology, her cheeks burning as she spoke, already having flashbacks to the Mystic Springs Oasis.
Her adversary, she noted, hadn’t taken the opportunity to run. Instead, he was just standing in the same spot with a bemused grin on his face.
For the first time she realized that he was also naked under his jacket. She’d already wondered how big his balls were to have kept his cool while she was behind him—now she knew. They weren’t as impressive as she’d imagined, but maybe that was because just a moment ago she’d had a bigger set right next to her head.
Things had gotten off to a weird start, but now that she wasn’t inadvertently giving a horse a handjob, Judy got right to the point. She was still on duty, and she had a job to do. “You’re under arrest for theft, fleeing, and public indecency. Close your jacket, turn around, and put your hands behind your back.”
To Judy’s surprise, he complied. Once she had him cuffed, she turned him back around. “What’s your name?”
“Capper.”
Judy pulled out her notebook and wrote that down. “Just Capper?”
“Dapperpaws.” He said that with a smirk.
“That a first or last name?”
“Can be either, depending on who you ask. Capper Dapperpaws or Dapperpaws Capper. Lord Capper Dapperpaws of Abyssinia.”
“Abyssinia, huh.” Judy had never heard of it, which wasn’t surprising. “So when my backup arrives—”
“When .” He tilted his head, indicating the street. “My dear Officer Hopps, where do you think you are?”
“We were just—” She looked around. Really really looked around, taking in for the first time the dirty street, the disheveled buildings, the unnaturally-colored quadruped horses—she knew her city, and this wasn’t part of it.
“It’s like a shitty Zootopia,” she finally admitted.
“Kludgetown,” Capper replied. “And it was a lot shittier in the Storm King’s day. You’re a long way from home, little bunny, and unless you’ve got a way to open the portal yourself—”
“Let me guess, if I let you go, you’ll open the ‘portal’ for me? Let me go home?” She made air-quotes around the word ‘portal.’
“I don’t need you to let me go.” Capper shifted his shoulders and twisted his back and a moment later handed her back her handcuffs. “Those flex cuffs on your belt would have been a smarter choice, those can’t be picked as easily. Don’t waste your time getting them, I can get out of those, too.” He undid the toggles on his jacket and let it fall open again. “Oh, and public nudity’s pretty much the norm here, so. . . “
“Doesn’t make it any less of a crime in Zootopia, there’s nudist enclaves there too, and as long as everyone stays on the property, it’s legal. But you weren’t.”
“Seems like you’re just grasping at straws, Officer Hopps. You think I’m going back to face my crimes? I’ll get you a portal home in a couple days, meanwhile just hang out and be a tourist. Who knows, you might find something you enjoy.”
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There was a hotel just down the street. Dirty and run-down as the rest of Kludgetown, as would be expected, although as Judy stepped into the lobby it was obvious that they were trying. The inside was also not great but it was clean and the . . . character at the counter was attentive, at least. Some kind of bipedal fish, at a guess; thinking about it too much made her head hurt.
She’d hoped to spend the night on an out-of-the-way armchair and figure things out later, but the clerk spotted her, greeted her, and then—
“That a Zootopia police badge?”
“Yes?”
“Where’d you get it?”
Her Spidey senses started tingling at the question. She was in a different world and there was no reason that some random person would be familiar with her world. That having been said, it had been a weird day so far and there was no reason to not go further down the rabbit hole.
“I’m a cop. I got it by completing my training and getting sworn in like every other cop on the force.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. That’s a first.” He eyed her up and down. “In hot pursuit of a criminal, are you? Or did you get a little too curious about the portal?”
Judy leaned over the counter. “The portal, huh. What do you know about it?”
He waved his hand/fins in a non-committal manner. “Things. Don’t get many from your side. Cops know better than to sniff around. Most cops.”
“I’m not most cops.”
“Didn’t say you were.” He brushed some imaginary grit off the countertop, which did nothing to remove the permanent stains of ennui that permeated the whole hotel. “You looking for a room for the night?”
She’d already done the economic math in her head. She had a credit card and currency which would be useless except as art. She had the clothes on her back and her standard police-issue equipment which could potentially be traded. Her intention had been to save that for desperation, and based on how many forms she’d have to fill out for a lost item versus its street value.
And all of that was to be based on pure necessity. A hotel room would be nice, a continental breakfast—if they had those—would be nice, but she could live without those luxuries. The hotel lobby had been an obvious choice for a place where she could spend the night in relative comfort for no cost, but if that didn’t pan out, there were surely all-night diners or, barring that, reasonably safe alleyways or train stations.
“We take Terran dollars.”
Judy narrowed her eyes. “Do you now.”
He shrugged. “The economics are simple, there’s a fair bit of traffic to your world and of course any number of tourists need currency.”
“That’s rather convenient.”
“Being the hotel nearest the portal, it makes economic sense. Your change will, of course, be in bits. But I can assure you that we offer a fair exchange rate. If you don’t believe me, just ask around.”
“I believe you.” She didn’t entirely, but wasn’t going to waste a whole bunch of her time checking with every merchant on this street. “Why do you even have a portal to Zootopia?”
“Ponyville has a portal to a land of weird furless bipedal creatures, why shouldn’t we have one of our own?”
That wasn’t much of an answer, but it was honest. And while Judy was a cop, sworn to uphold the laws of Zootopia, her duties didn’t include immigration; that was another department outside her pay grade. Nevertheless, she was going to do some research and make some phone calls when she got back.
“How much for one night, then?”
“You sure you don’t want two? It’s cheaper to buy two, and the portal won’t re-open for a couple of days, you know.”
“Fine, two.”
In terms of modernness or amenities, her hotel room wasn’t all that great. Then again, it was bigger than her apartment—sized for the larger creatures who lived in this world. She could run laps on her bed if she wanted to.
The downside was that all the fixtures were too high to be comfortably used.
The shower was mediocre, the water tepid, and the soap was lavender-scented, which almost covered up the faint mildew smell pervading the hotel room.
Judy wrapped the bath towel around herself and regarded the little desk—she could hop up into the chair, but she instead just leaned up against the bed, got out her notebook and began writing a detailed account of everything that had happened to her thus far—the theft, the pursuit, the portal. Ultimately, she was going to be collecting days of overtime pay, so it had better be a compelling narrative.
She looked at her pile of clothes and thought about the fact that all she had was her police uniform—would wearing it be considered impersonating a police officer? She, of course, was a police officer, but her jurisdiction only extended to the greater Zootopia metropolitan area, not whatever world this was.
If what Mr. Capper Dapperpaws had said was true, she didn’t need clothes . . . and that thought got her thinking about the horse cock she’d been clutching not that long ago.
Just the memory of it was making her horny. The heat, the heft—even the scent, exotic and enticing. Without even considering what she was doing, her hand went between her legs, reaching for that familiar pleasure spot.
How would it feel to really touch it? Not just bump into it and hold on to it, but to feel it sliding against bare fur? To have it between her breasts, or between her legs? It wouldn’t fit inside her, but she could straddle it, slide up and down its length. Wrap her arms around it, kiss it, lick it, explore every delicious inch of it.
She let the towel fall away and ran her hand up her stomach, over her breasts, and then back down again, ruffling and smoothing her fur in the process. She could still feel the subtle divots on her hips from her utility belt, then she went past that, back between her legs, teasing herself—as if she needed to—her fingers touching oh-so-familiar flesh.
Judy let out a soft moan and leaned back on the damp towel, spreading her legs to give herself better access, imagining the sheer weight of that cock pressing against her, rubbing up against her clit.
Just as she started to get into the zone, she heard footsteps in the hall and pulled the towel back around herself, covering up as best as she could. As they faded off into the distance, she got up and checked to make sure that the door was still locked.
It was.
She didn't have her rabbit, which was a crying shame. Not something that was part of a police uniform, although it could be strapped to a utility belt . . . Chief Bogo would not approve.
Why was she thinking of Chief Bogo? Judy focused her mind back where it belonged, tuning out everything else, bringing back the memory of the feel of horsecock. The warmth. The heft. The pulsing veins, the mottled shaft, the flared flower-like tip—all the good things as her fingers worked between her legs.
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As she sat resting in the afterglow, more practical thoughts came to mind. For one, she needed to find a stallion. That one from before was long gone; she’d seen him and his sister walk off, wagon in tow, as she was entering the hotel lobby.
Surely; there was a bar. Surely there was a stallion interested in a one-night stand.
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Judy got half-dressed; she left her ballistic vest and utility belt behind. She couldn’t help that the pants were an occupational giveaway. It was either that or go out in just her panties . . . or nude. Something she’d considered, and decided it was a bridge too far. She’d actually steeled herself to do it, turned away from the pile of clothes on the oversized hotel bed, had her hand on the handle and even cracked open the door before she decided she couldn’t. She might be able to deal with everyone else going around nude, but body modesty was too well engrained in her mind.
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The hotel did have a bar next to it. That was both convenient and a potential cause of trouble, as she well knew. Some people got flirty at the bar, the hotel was right there, and—very convenient.
A good officer did her recon. Just ordering a drink and hoping a horse showed up wasn’t a winning strategy. Instead, she poked her head in and scanned the room.
She was in luck; there was an equine. This one had a baby-blue coat and a two-tone curly blue mane and tail. And a horn, which made it a unicorn. That was half the battle—was he a stallion?
He was twisting balloons into animals and hats. It wasn’t the first time Judy had seen that done, but it was the first time she’d seen it done with hooves. The entire process was fascinating.
Whether he meant to or not, he was also giving her and everybody else a good look at his crotch. He had to sit on his rump to tie the balloons, clearly revealing his sheath and balls. That was all the confirmation she needed.
She marched up to the bar and ordered a carrot beer and set up watching him as he made his way around the bar, leaving balloon animals and balloon hats in his wake.
It seemed like the kind of thing that would appeal to cubs, not adults, but then everything in town had seemed dirty and dreary, including the citizens. Capper and the horses seemed to be the only exceptions. Surely there was some reason for that.
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She waved him away when he first approached. If she wanted to talk to him—and she did—it would be better that he had given his attention to everybody in the bar first, so he wasn’t rushing along to his next thing.
In some ways it was like interrogating a suspect. Get them comfortable, get them wanting to help you. She hadn’t really had much training in that area, but she’d picked up a few things from the detectives and learned some things on her own.
So Judy sat and nursed her carrot beer while he made balloon animals and balloon hats, and as the bar got both rowdier and more cheerful. Her second beer smoothed off her apprehensions, at least to a degree.
He finally came over and she motioned to the chair. He shrugged and sat in it; if the table hadn’t been in the way she’d’ve had a great view of his crotch.
“So what brings you to Kludgetown? You live here?”
“I’ve been wandering,” he said. “Used to live in a small town and our leader went mad with power . . . I haven’t really found anywhere to set up new roots yet, but a lot of creatures need some light in their life, and that’s something I can do.”
“Seems like something leaders do,” Judy muttered. “I was in a similar situation once.”
He leaned in and lowered his voice. “If you’re thinking of moving to Kludgetown, I don’t recommend it, it’s kind of depressing.”
“I’m just here for a couple days. On business.”
“Is that why you’re dressed so fancy?”
Pants and a work shirt wasn’t fancy, but she let it slide. “Sure. Hey, rude of me to not introduce myself right away. I’m Judy Hopps.” She stuck out her paw, and he reached up and bumped it with his hoof.
“Party Favor.”
Of course he wouldn’t shake; he couldn’t . Not with hooves.
“You want something to drink? My treat?”
“Sure.” He lifted his hoof up to his lips and whistled; a moment later a waitress in a drab, torn skirt or apron appeared. “The usual, she’s paying.”
The waitress nodded and went back to the bar, and Judy leaned in. “The usual? You’re a regular, then?”
“For now.”
The two of them sat in silence until the waitress set down the bottle in front of the unicorn. Clover beer, and it smelled good. Judy signaled for a bottle for herself—her second carrot beer was almost gone anyway.
“Kind of rude of me to ask, but the last . . . creature I met used his names interchangeably. Do you prefer ‘Party’ or ‘Favor,’ or what?”
He shrugged. “Most ponies just use both. How about you?”
“Judy to friends.”
“Are we friends?”
She lifted her newly-delivered beer bottle and clinked it against his. “We are now.”
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Their conversation was interrupted a few times as new bar patrons arrived; Party Favor got up and made them balloon animals or balloon hats, then returned to sit with Judy.
At what point the conversation should turn to him coming back to her hotel room was an open question. Judy was hoping that their palaver would naturally turn that way at some point, but so far it hadn’t. Was there a reason for that? Was he just not interested? Maybe he was gay. Maybe he wasn’t interested in anything outside his species. Maybe he was just oblivious like a lot of guys.
She was going to have to think of something or their conversation could go around in circles forever. Just asking directly still felt wrong, but she could dance around it just a touch, and surely he’d get the hint. “So, you want to continue the party at my place?”
Without any hesitation, he nodded.
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The bar being right next to the hotel sure was convenient. Out one door, walk a few feet down the sidewalk in the company of a unicorn, back into the lobby . . . the clerk at the counter didn’t raise an eyebrow at her new companion. They were always paying attention, they always knew what was going on in their hotel, and yet they never cared so long as the rooms weren’t trashed, so long as there weren’t complaints. It had always amazed her at the things that hotel workers saw, a side of life of a lot of citizens that were never seen in public, and yet they very rarely found it weird.
She unlocked the door to her room and let him lead her into the room. Everything was where she’d left it, nobody had visited her room in her absence.
“So how’d you get the name Party Favor anyway?”
He shrugged. “Well, it was kind of a combination of things. I had the talent for balloon animals and balloon hats, which is how I got my cutie mark to begin with. And then in college I got passed around a lot.”
“Passed around?”
“Sure, some mare’s looking for a fun time and I’m always up for a party.”
Judy crossed her arms. “So I don’t even have to seduce you?”
“Can if you want,” he said. “I gotta say, though, I don’t think I’m going to fit . . . how much experience do you have with ponies?”
“I can get creative. I have some ideas.” She rubbed his back, running her hand down towards his tail.
He sighed and arched his back, then his focus shifted to the gear and clothes she’d left behind. “Wow, you’ve got a lot of clothes. And . . . what’s all this other stuff?” He picked up her utility belt with his magic and started fumbling with the equipment before she could stop him. The knobs on her radio were an easy target for him. As he twisted the volume knob, the radio came to life, only receiving static.
Judy knew it would; she’d tried the radio just after leaving Capper.
“Huh, an ocean noisemaker. It’s like a seashell you can turn on and off.” He lifted it up and set it on the bedside table. “I like that, it’s really soothing.”
It wasn’t as soothing to her, but if he liked it . . . and it wasn’t like it was going to transmit anything but static as long as she stayed here.
In reply, she pulled her shirt over her head. A clear message of where things should be going—and he watched her and then turned his attention to her handcuffs. “I’m not into being hobbled.”
“Those aren’t for you.” She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. “I’m . . . back home I’m a police officer.”
“Ah.” He turned her attention back to her as she slid her pants down her legs.
“I was in pursuit of a criminal when I wound up here.”
“Did you catch him?”
“Not exactly.” She hesitated, her paws on the waistband of her panties, and then pulled them down. “I don’t really want to talk about it right now; I’d rather ride your cock. I’ve got a lot of tension that needs to be worked out.”
“You don’t want to snuggle first? Groom each other?”
“I’m in a mood . . .” She hopped up on the bed next to him and leaned against his barrel, then put her hand on his head. “I’m sorry, of course we should go slow.”
“Maybe not too slow,” he said, and nuzzled her head, then he rolled over on the bed, exposing his belly—and his dick. "We can always groom and snuggle later."
It followed along late, swinging with his momentum, and struck her belly like a fleshy baseball bat.
Eighteen inches of horsecock, hot and heavy on her lap was exactly what the doctor ordered. The very anticipation of what was going to happen next was nearly enough to make her cum, was certainly enough to get her instantly wet.
She studied it reverently: the mottled flesh, the medial ring, the rope-like veins that meandered its length. The broad, flat head with an almost flower-like flare around it, and just before she dove in, Judy had a vision of hanging on to it while Party Favor did the helicopter.
Judy got her arms under it and lifted it up, no easy task. It felt like it weighed half as much as she did. She hugged it to her chest, pressing it against her fur, the best dakimakura pillow a bunny could have.
With it braced in the crook of her elbow and pressed against her boobs, she was free to run her other hand up and down its length, marveling at the vitality of it. She traced around the medial ring with a finger, then reached down towards his balls.
They were too far away to reach, unless she shifted her grip. She didn’t want to do that, not yet. Not when his head was right next to her head, touching her shoulder—while she kept exploring his medial ring with her left hand, she turned her head and started licking his flare, getting her first taste of him.
Already, a trail of pre-cum was dribbling off his head, and she eagerly licked up as much as she could
“Roll over,” she demanded.
Party Favor nodded, bobbing his cock, and compiled.
Judy should have known what was coming; she’d already been slapped once with his monster cock. She held on as he cock-slammed her into his belly, almost knocking the wind out of her, but she kept her hold.
Now she was pinned between his dick and his barrel. That wasn't how she’d seen things going, but it was not unpleasant at all. She got both arms wrapped around him, then spread her legs and wrapped them around him, too. She could arch and flex and jerk him off after a fashion.
Sex with a pony was surprisingly athletic.
Party Favor leaned down and kissed her head, then started nibbling on her ear, which turned up the fire in her belly. She let go with her legs, planting them on his loins instead, giving her control of her hips. If she kept her shoulders down, she could jerk him off by flexing her legs. Not the most comfortable position she’d ever attempted, but totally worth it, and she had leg muscles for days, that just came with being a rabbit.
Best yet, she could arch her needy clit into his hot cock at the peak of every stroke, she could feel him sliding between her breasts in the way no paws ever had.
He helped, arching his own back in time with her, breathing in and out to get some extra momentum, the two of them working together for his pleasure and for hers.
Although she focused on his cock, the slow beat of his heart was soothing, as was his breath on her head and his lips on her ears. He hadn’t yet touched her with a hoof, although she was anticipating that he would—before she’d met him, she would have worried that they were hard and clumsy. After having seen him tie so many balloon animals and balloon hats, she realized that they could be as clever as he wanted them to be.
It was good, and it could get better. Judy finally unlaced her fingers and rolled out from under his dick, shivering in the sudden coolness of the room. It was time to get her pony ride.
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Straddling his member was like trying to sit on a snake, and brought back memories of an incident at the Ophiology lab at the Zootopia Institute of Technology. She’d gotten to ride an anaconda then . . . in hindsight, an ill-considered move; the snake wasn’t really under control until Officer Delgato sat on it in her place. Still, it was nice of them to give her a chance.
This anaconda was a lot more fun to wrestle with, and she wasn’t hampered with her uniform. Just her bare fur and flesh. Those fetish films with snakes suddenly made a lot more sense to her.
She gripped around his shaft, a pawspan below his glans, and settled into position just abaft his medial ring, letting his heat radiate up into her, letting it suffuse her before she even moved. Now she could see him, too; see how his eyes were on her, taking in her body. She arched her back to give him a show, to let him see her secret flesh pressed up against his, and then she stretched out, sliding her vulva along his length until she was at full arm’s reach, then she clenched her thighs around him and moved her paws, stroking near his head, before reversing her motion.
Slowly, teasingly, she slid upright again, pausing atop his medial ring and wiggling her hips, and then she stretched out again, sliding far enough back to brush his balls with her tail. A gentle tease before working her way back up again. Sliding her crotch, clenching her thighs, gripping and stroking with her paws, and once he’d started to get used to that she changed things up, bringing her head down to lick him, or keeping her eyes locked on his, or stroking her own nipples.
And why stop there? She planted herself on his medial ring again, ground her cunt against it, one paw braced on his cock while the other went between her legs, between the two of them, in between her lips until it was wet all the way to the palm.
Judy leaned back down, painting her arousal on his head, around his glans, and then touched him under the nose with it, watching his nostrils flare and his upper lip pull back, holding her scent in.
She wanted to kiss him, but not yet. Instead, she slid down his cock again, and this time when she was sitting on his medial ring, he reached out a hoof and brushed it against her belly, stroking up against the grain of her fur, a weird but pleasurable sensation. It was cool and hard and almost sharp on the edge, and Party Favor used that to his advantage, varying his touch as he stroked her length, tracing around her jawline and up her cheek, then back down again, this time eliciting different sensations. His hooves were big, and yet had a gentle touch.
He paused at her nipple, catching it with the sharp edge of his hoof enough to almost border on pain, and then pulled back, stroking her thigh before wrapping his fetlock around his cock.
That was cheating; it was supposed to be all hers . Every inch of it. Doubt kicked in—was she not doing a good enough job?
She stretched and leaned down, trapping his leg between his cock and herself, ignoring how it dug into her ribs, intent on keeping her prize to herself.
The problem was that he didn’t have anything to do except watch her masturbate him and she realized that might get boring. She obviously wasn't out of hoof-reach, but of course those weren’t sensitive. How could they be? He didn’t have shoes nailed to his hooves, but the stallion and mare she’d encountered earlier had, and she’d once watched with morbid fascination as Chief Bogo pulled a nail out of his hoof without even flinching.
He’d then kicked the offending door the rest of the way down with the same hoof.
Judy pulled herself up Party Favor’s cock, inchworming her way to the very tip, where her fingers could work their way around his head, where they could explore and pleasure the sensitive flesh there. She also let her tongue work his head, and then stretched out and kissed him, grinding on his cock as their lips locked, as he pressed his tongue against hers.
As he throat-punched her with his tongue, she came to the sudden realization that while she might not be able to fit his cock inside, she could find out just how dexterous he was with his mouth.
He might not like it; some guys didn’t want to go down on a girl. They were fine with her slobbing their knob, but the moment she presented her minky to them, they wussed out.
Judy pulled back and sat upright again, planting herself firmly on his flesh, before turning, reversing her earlier position. Now her paws were gripping him near his root, now the full extent of her stretch took her nose up to his balls, musky and dusky. She ran her tongue over the seam of flesh that joined the two, relishing in the taste even as she felt her clit bump up against his glans. Was he enjoying the show?
He must have been; she felt a hot breath under her tail and then the most delicate touch against her fur, giving her a moment’s anticipation before his lips touched hers, before his tongue brushed up against her flower, teasing the borders as she pulled away. Tighten against his cock, pull back in, she could feel his heartbeat throbbing through his member, and then push back, presenting herself to him once again.
Once again, his tongue pressed up against her. This time it slid against slick folds, this time it found its target. It had filled her mouth, and now it filled her nethers. She tensed, sucked in a breath as it pushed in, filling her completely.
It felt so good she almost forgot she was on top of his cock; her entire being was focused on only one thing as he licked her inside and out, reaching everyplace she couldn’t in a way nothing had compared to before.
Every time he pulled back brought another moment of giddy anticipation before his tongue returned, lasting who knew how long before she started to come back to the present, to the length of dick under her belly, still wanting her attention.
She moaned in pleasure and buried her face in his balls, stroking his dick as best she could while he tongue-fucked her to the brink and beyond, leaving her moaning and quivering on top of him.
And then she slowly returned to reality as he relaxed his tongue, giving her a minute to breathe and recover. Party Favor was a conscientious lover, and here she was not doing her part . . .
His saliva made everything slicker, and that benefitted both. She sat more upright, concentrating on grinding herself against him, against the meat monster between her legs, this time using his medial ring almost as a handle, a place to return to with occasional excursions to his root and his balls just to keep things mixed up.
He let her concentrate—mostly. A few explorations with his tongue, and he stroked her back with his hoof as she rode his cock, finally sliding herself up its whole length and incidentally planting her ass on his muzzle.
She hefted his meat again, dragging his head up her torso, guiding it across her breasts, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind. He started licking her again, this time short strokes focused around her clit as she brought his head up to her chin, as she regarded it face-on. It wouldn’t fit in her mouth, but she could work her way around it as she stroked as much of his shaft as she could.
Now she was grateful for his help as he once again wrapped his foreleg around, giving himself long, languid strokes while also supporting most of the weight, letting her concentrate on exploring with her tongue and her lips, letting her keep up a rhythm with her arms that matched his.
As he sped up his pace, Judy covered as much of his head as she could. She knew what was coming, and yet she was totally unprepared for the sheer volume . Two spurts, her mouth was full, she couldn’t swallow fast enough, cum was dripping out her nose. She pulled back and let him paint her with jizz, a few final enthusiastic drops raining down on her head
Judy wiped her eyes clear and regarded the mess. A towel wasn’t going to cut it this time; she needed a hose.
It was hot, simultaneously sticky and slippery, and she ran her hands down her body, across her breasts, literally bathing in his jizz, watching as he went flaccid, as his dick dropped to his belly, releasing yet another lazy spurt of cum.
She was expecting it to pull all the way back into his sheath, but it instead stayed flopped across his belly as he started fucking her with his tongue again, as she ground her ass against his nose. It was still dripping as she came again, as she gripped the short fur on his belly, and she finally collapsed against his cock, hugging it to herself.
The two of them finally rolled apart and spent a few minutes just staring at the ceiling in a daze. Judy especially. She was no shrinking violet; she’d had some experience in the sack, but nothing like this .
She finally reached over and took his hoof in her paw. “Holy shit, that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. Your tongue . . . mmm. I could die happy right now.”
“Before you find out what I can do with my magic?”
“With your magic?”
Party Favor nodded, and lit his horn. She heard the sink in the bathroom running, and a moment later a damp washcloth appeared.
As she wiped herself down as best she could, she turned to Party Favor. “That’s pretty cool, how do you do that?”
He tapped his horn. “It’s not just for show, and I can do some pretty cool stuff with it. Lift things and touch things.” He demonstrated by taking the washcloth out of her paw and rubbing it over her breast, cleaning up a spurt of cum she hadn’t gotten to yet. There was so much .
“I can make me fit in you.”
Judy scoffed. “Your dick’s as big as my torso, how the hell is it ever going to fit in me?”
“It’s simple physics and enchantment, and it’s complicated to explain with words. Luckily my other special talent comes into play.”
“Your . . . other talent?”
He nodded, and a moment later produced a balloon. The fact that he could inflate it and tie it into a reasonably accurate balloon bunny wasn’t that shocking; she’d seen him do it at the bar, after all. Where the balloon had come from was an open question, he certainly didn’t have pockets in the nothing he was wearing.
“That’s you.” He got out another pair of balloons and proceeded to make a very anatomically-correct pony, using a blue balloon for the body and a red one for the gigantic—but yet appropriately-scaled—penis.
“So when it’s a balloon, it can kind of squish down.” He demonstrated with a hoof, and then let her squeeze it.
“You’re not a balloon,” Judy remarked.
“No, but my talents lie in that direction, and I can make the same effect on my dick—on any part of me. It’ll fit in, you might feel it in other places but it won’t hurt you.”
If somebody had told her that in the cold light of day, she never would have believed it. But then if somebody had told her she’d be riding a cock—literally—in a shitty hotel room in a shitty town in a shitty world she’d never heard of before, she wouldn’t have believed that either. And yet, here she was.
What if he was lying? There was no test subject in the room. Still, if he was lying it was impossible; no matter how much she wanted it, his cock wasn’t going to fit inside her.
He’d left the two balloon-creatures on the bedside table in flagrante delicto . She did want to try. Badly. Hugging it, riding it, that was one thing; that had been amazing and had, in one part, quelled some of her horniness, while also awakening a new beast inside.
“Do it.”
His horn lit, a blue glow suffused his semi-erect penis, and it was done. Nothing else seemed to have changed.
How could she test it before he wrecked her? By paw or by mouth; if what he said was true, she should be able to contain him even though it was obvious that she shouldn’t.
Judy turned and ran her tongue down his cock. It mostly felt the same, and yet there was a subtle difference, like she was able to reach through if she really pressed. Tongue alone was not a good test; she licked her way back to his head and opened her mouth, ready to do the impossible. If it worked like he said it did, he’d fit in.
And he did. She stretched her jaw as far as she could and pressed her lips against his cock; at first she was just feeling hot horseflesh and then with a push it was actually in, stretching her mouth to its limit and yet even if she could have unhinged her jaw like a snake the fit would have been impossible without magical aid.
Her horniness ratcheted up a level. She wasn’t a greedy lagomorph by any means, but she wanted this monster inside her, she wanted to tame it or at least ride it to the bitter end, so she closed her eyes and went down on it, letting it touch nerves that it shouldn’t be able to as it pressed up against the back of her throat and then down further, until his medial ring was tight on her lips.
Spell or not, it was still thick enough to choke on. Judy took a deep breath and dove on Party Favor’s party favor, slowly letting it pass into her throat and down, feeling every inch as it stretched down to her stomach—and it wasn’t even all the way hard yet. She could feel it throbbing, stiffening, lifting her off him.
She needed that inside her—really inside her. She worked down to his root, her nose bumping his balls, and then she had to breathe. She pulled back, gasped for air, and considered.
If it fit in her mouth, it’d fit between her legs. His magic worked just like he said it would.
“See?” The glow faded from around his penis, and it returned to normal: huge and tempting.
“That’s so hot,” Judy licked her lips, getting a second taste of him, and then a potential problem occurred. “What if your spell fails while it’s in me?”
“It won’t, there are safeguards.”
She frowned. That sounded very much like ‘sure, I’ll pull out.’ She did have a couple hundred siblings and they hadn’t all been intentional. When a guy got going, he didn’t want to stop, and she had no illusion that being on top would keep her in control.
Just the same, what was the point of living and not taking a chance now and then? She stroked his cock lovingly and tried to figure out how she was going to mount it.
Unfortunately, Party Favor had gotten hard again. While that normally wasn’t a bad thing, here she was sitting on his belly and regarding a cock that rose almost to her head. How was she even going to sit on it?
There was only one way—Judy grabbed on and started hoisting herself up, while the stallion watched with interest. As well he should; Judy was probably the first partner he’d had who literally had to scale his cock. The rock-climbing course at headquarters would never be viewed in the same light, especially Nob Rock.
Or maybe she wasn’t the first; who was she to judge anyway? She shimmied up his pony boloney, finally reaching the summit and bracing herself on his broad flat head. It wasn’t that difficult to get centered, and when she was, she nodded to Party Favor.
His horn lit, his dick glowed, and she felt a tingling in her loins, followed by a strange sensation as the spell worked. Her perch was getting less substantial, more ethereal, shrinking in towards a single central point—
—Towards two nearly central points. The spell clearly wasn’t choosy about where it would ‘fit,’ and she had a moment to realize that she might have gotten more than she bargained for.
Clenching one orifice and relaxing the other at the same time was a challenge, but she managed. His dick was poking against her backdoor as she slowly started sinking on his schlong—and that wasn’t the only sensation it gave her. Outside of her vaginal walls, it was kind of like dipping into a warm bath, although inside rather than outside.
She was already fuller than she’d ever been when the head of his semi-phantom penis bumped up against her cervix, not as painful as when other partners had accidentally hit it. And she thought it would stop there, she imagined herself swinging atop his cock like those dumb antenna ornaments some citizens put on their cars, but she didn’t. That wasn’t how the spell worked. She kept sliding down, every inch of her that could receive his cock full of his cock, and everywhere else feeling the pressure of his phantom pink plonker. She could see the faint glow of his magic through the fur on her stomach, she gasped in pleasured surprise as his medial ring held her briefly and then let her pass, and then after an interminable time she was sitting on his chest, her clit rubbing up against his ruff of belly fur.
Judy could feel every inch of him inside her; she could feel his ghosty glans in the back of her throat. How was that even possible?
Magic.
After a moment to get used to the sensation, she lifted herself up in her first stroke, feeling everything pulling back out a centimeter at a time, his medial ring dragging against her and then she was literally standing on his belly and his cock was still inside her .
Even stranger, it was solid and material whenever it was outside, and yet it also fit inside. Completely mind-bending, and now that she’d started to get used to it, insanely pleasurable. This was a whole-body fuck and she was onboard with it.
She dropped back down, picking up speed. The sensations intensified, stimulating nerves she didn’t know she even had. He wasn’t just hitting her G-spot, he was hitting the whole damn alphabet. No wonder he got passed around.
And then, once he’d decided she’d gotten comfortable on his cock, he started thrusting.
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Every thrust was a new sensation. Intense didn’t even begin to describe it, the words to describe it didn’t exist because in the entire history of Zootopia and the surrounding environs, nobody had ever been fucked like this.Judy’d given up on doing anything at all; she couldn’t muster the brainpower. Her tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled up, and every hip-thrust from the unicorn bounced her up his cock and then gravity brought her back down. At one point she was screaming in pleasure and still he kept thrusting, not quite rhythmic enough for her to ever anticipate.
She orgasmed, and he stopped thrusting until the spasms had passed and then he continued, sending her to a whole new level of pleasure—and then she came a second time, this one more shattering than the last. She would have collapsed but she couldn’t, not with his cock in her, magically melded with all her flesh. Now she was just along for the ride; she’d set this in motion and was powerless to stop it—if she wanted to.
She didn’t.
Judy wanted to ride it out to the end, she wanted to know what would happen when he came. How would that feel?
Where would it even go?
Her question was answered. She felt him slow down, his thrusts slow and deep and powerful, bouncing her almost all the way to his tip, high enough to feel his head scraping her secret flesh before becoming immaterial again, and then he slammed her down against his belly, grasping her with his hooves to hold her down.
A moment of anticipation, and then his dick spurted and she felt his seed inside her, filling her up and oozing out of her pussy, her mouth, her nose, with enough force to launch her off him like a bottle rocket.
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Every fiber of her being was sated. Nerves she didn’t know she had had been stimulated, teased, pleasured, thrust against. She was as sore as if she’d gone over Tujunga Falls in a barrel and yet all the more alive for it.
She was also still oozing cum; his custard cannon’s second salvo had been just as prolific as the first.
And there were two more days before she could return to Zootopia. She sat wide-eyed at the thought; she’d barely scratched the surface of the summit of sex, the pinnacle of pleasure; what wonders would the next days bring? What else could Party Favor do with his horn or his cock?
Only time would tell.
