It was a story that had been told a million times, to a million different mammals. Each and every one of them had hopes and dreams, visions of what that shining, brilliant metropolis might bring to them. Life twisted and turned, and day in, day out, those aspirations were realised, one way or another, though perhaps not in the obvious manner.

“Be anything.”

Anything, anything at all, though perhaps not the anything you wanted.

“Pah, this sucks!”

It was a certain bunny, one Judy Hopps, aspirant of the Zootopia Police Department, that found her path to that dream of hers wasn’t so much as difficult as she had anticipated, but rather a bit more dull. Boring, even. Certainly, obstacle courses and sparring was all good fun, a daily dose of excitement she relished in, but it was hardly the be-all, end-all of training to be a police officer. Lates nights of study, pouring over books and manuals, learning the intricate, yet sterile nuances of policing. Conflict de-escalation. Rights and responsibilities. Correct procedure. All of it important, and all of it mind-numbingly dull.

The bunny slammed the book shut, her brain all but reduced to a vegitative state from a ten-hour study session that had seen her stay well past midnight. The academy was practically deserted, the only other occupants beside herself a few of the night-owl types, with a propensity to sleep throughout the day, without hitting their productive hours until well after the sun had set.

Judy wasn’t one such mammal.

And neither were the two sets of eyes watching her, hidden away in a darkened corner of the recruits' study room.

The rhino, a recruit known only as McHorn, spoke first, talking to the other mammal present “can you believe that rodent? Hopping on our heads like we’re the obstacle course.”

The wolf standing immediately to his right snarled.

The rhino snorted before continuing, “Disgusting. She couldn’t have got this far unless she’s cheating. Steroids or something.”

The wolf spoke next, “if she graduates, it won’t just make us look weak, but it’ll tarnish our whole careers.”

“Heard she hid the answers to the law exam on a pen.”

“You know what needs to be done.”

#   #   #   #   #

Some three quarters of an hour passed before Judy’s will to continue gave out. Almost eleven hours straight; there was no more learning to be had, no more progress to be made in her studies. The cold, hard realities of police academy life had caught up. More bookwork that was reasonable by night, and physical tasks simply not suited to one of her stature to look forward to the following morning.

She was mentally exhausted. But, that was just how it was; she wouldn’t let it get her down.

She would do this.

“Maybe a quick shower before bed.”

The prospect of a warm, relaxing rinse and wash was exceptionally appealing. Even though the day hadn’t seen her endure yet another grueling PT session, sitting still for as long as she had brought about its own manner of physical maladies. A stiff neck and sore back, to name a few.

Collecting her books and stationary, the bunny bounced out of the study room and into the hallway, headed for the change rooms. Nobody else was around, even the few mammals who had remained so late had called it a night, leaving Judy alone in the building.

Or at least, that was what she presumed.

The female change rooms, like the rest of the building, appeared deserted. Steam lingered in the air, however, indicating that the previous occupants were not long gone. Judy shambled over to her locker, swinging the rusted door open and depositing her books, retrieving a towel in the process. Clad in a tight-fighting black tank top and equally tight gym shorts, she made for the shower block.

“Well, another productive day, I think I’ll. . .”

In retrospect, she should have picked out the giant silhouette, clearly visible even through the steam. Though in all fairness, what happened was hardly to be expected.

A giant fist, skin craggy and grey, slammed into her face. The impact sent the tiny mammal sprawling to the floor, a trickle of blood running from her nose. Her paw shot up to her face, pressing around, feeling for breaks. Nothing out of place. Yet.

“Ugh. . .”

“Awww,” a deep,  gravely voice boomed over her, “that hurt, little bun-buns?”

Another voice, scratchy and far more sinister, spoke, “now, we can’t have you making too much noise, going and hollerin’ all about.”

Judy coughed. Someone was leering over her; the owner of that voice, hot in her ear. She could feel the breath upon her, such was their proximity. She rolled over, instincts kicking in as she defensively covered her face.

“What do you want? McHorn?!”

She’d recognise the huge rhino anywhere; having delivered a rather unexpected beatdown to him in the boxing ring. Ugly and ill-tempered, Judy had made a mental note to herself to avoid him as much as possible. The risk of some manner of reprisal had always been on her mind, though not quite like this. Not with him looming over her in the woman’s showers.

Though at that exact moment, it was a vicious black wolf who was positioned above her. McHorn seemed content to simply fold his arms, watching the predator.

“Little bunny,” he began, muzzle now less than an inch from her neck, “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now. . .”

His paws gasped at her midriff, slipping under her tank top and sifting through her soft belly-fur. He groped and prodded at her tiny body, feeling her curves, teasing at her hips and across the top of her panty line.

“And now that I’ve got you here,” he continued, paws now drifting upwards to cup just under her pert breasts, “I really like what I see.”

The wolf’s tongue lashed out, finding her collar bone and licking up, leaving a trail of saliva across her neck before flicking off the end of her chin.

“Oh, very tasty. . .”

Judy seized the chance. She bit down, tiny little bunny teeth nipping the tip of the canine’s ear. Anatomical differences between her and the wolf, as well the sheer difference in size, meant that the only outcome was a startled yelp from the male, and not much more than a few reddened marks to show for her efforts.

Tempers, however, frayed in an instant.

“YOU BITCH!”

A savage blow from the back of the wolf’s paw slapped across Judy’s face. Before she could respond, before she could even shout or or raise her arms to defend against a potential second blow, she was pinned. Strong, black-furred arms held her in place, pressing her into the cold tiles of the shower block floor.

“Listen here, you little slut! We were going to let you off with a little bit of a scare, just rough you up a bit. McHorn doesn’t even like bunnies, they break too easily. . .”

His claws flashed out, hooking under the edge of her tank top.

“. . .but since you had to go and do that, I think you need to learn a lesson. You seem to pay attention in class, so it shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

The motion was swift, and careless. The wolf’s paw slashed upward, razor sharp claw slicing through the thin fabric that covered her chest. Judy wore no bra underneath, not being so well endowed as to require the support. Pert, petite bunny breasts bounced into view, bringing a growl of approval from the wolf’s throat.

“See, McHorn and I would normally be arguing over who gets their way with you, but he likes them a bit. . . less fragile.”

Another nip to her neck, though this time the lupine tongue traced it’s way downward, sliding over her breasts, circling her rapidly hardening nipples a few times before flicking back behind the wolf’s teeth.”

“So,” he continued, “I get you all to myself, though we’re going to have an audience.”

Judy coughed a few times, “No. . . please, I’ll. . .”

The rhino stamped his foot down, mere inches from Judy’s head, “shut up, whore! Here, bite down on these, if it helps. Wolford and I took them from one of the other recruits earlier. She put up a bit more of a struggle than you did. They’re. . . heh. . . a bit damp.”

Something was pressed roughly into her muzzle. Something wet. And warm.

Something she could taste and smell. 

Feminine. Very feminine. What were very obviously a pair of freshly worn panties now thoroughly gagged the small bunny. Her sports shorts, tightly hugging her rump, were viciously yanked down her legs, followed by her panties. Tears welled in her eyes, and she scrambled to get away, paws tearing at the tiled floor, desperate to remove herself from the assault.

A strong paw closed about her ankle.

Her muffled screams were barely audible above the panting and snarling of the wolf as he dragged her back to her. Her leg was lifted up, shameless displaying her most intimate place to the far larger mammal. A nose pressed up under her tail, followed by a blast of hot breath across her nethers. Followed by a tongue. Long, slick and warm.

“MMMRPPHH!”

“Oh yes, I like this one. . .”

Judy panic kicked up a few levels when she heard the sound of tearing fabric. Still pressed roughly against the cold, damp floor, and still gagged, her paws were tightly bound behind her back with the shredded remains of her shorts.

“Now stay still, slut!”

Another swipe of long, canine tongue lashed across her sex, slower this time, dragging through her folds. Her body’s response was all but natural, something she couldn’t help. A tiny surge shuddered through her loins, sending shivers running up her spine to the nape of her neck. A dampness, obnoxious and unwanted, seeped its way between her legs. A warmth, too, grew steadily in that most intimate pace.

Another lick.

“Oh, she’s getting wet! She’s enjoying this! Bunnies really can’t help themselves. Guess I’ll just help myself here. . .”

Held down, unable to move, and gagged to the point where her screams came out muffled and all but mute, Judy felt something hard and warm press to her cunt lips. Imagination wasn’t needed, she knew exactly what it was. The black furred form of the wolf hunched over her, pressing in, violating her. Taking her like a bitch in heat.

Wolfcock forced it’s way past her lips and roughly rammed itself into her tunnel. No care was given to her. Clawed paws held her in place, keeping her chest and head down, and ass in the air, unwillingly accepting the ravenous intrusion into her womanhood. All the way in, she was stretched wide, stretched to her limit.

It hurt.

She wanted it to stop.

She cried.

The wolf kept going.

“Oh wow, she’s tight!” he was panting, groaning as he thrust his member into the tiny bunny, “Too tight. Who’d have known? A rabbit virgin.”

Former virgin. Romantic ideals of saving herself for a special someone had been utterly shattered. Instead, her first time was on the damp, cold floor of the Zooptopia Police Academy change rooms, being savagely violated by a predator.

A predator who showed no signs of stopping, or even slowly down. The wolf slammed his hips against her rump, his cock hammering in and out of her abused, now soaking wet pussy. He growled and gnashed his teeth, occasionally leaning down to bite at the scruff of her neck as if she was some wolfess, some bitch who needed to be bred in this most violent, forceful manner.

His knot was swelling. It pressed against her opening, pushing a little further inward with every thrust of his wolfhood.

“MMPPHH!”

She tried to beg, to plead with him, to not do this. At that point, Judy was willing to offer almost anything. A year of blowjobs. Servicing him each and every day after the day’s training. Whatever it would take, anything to avoid what seemed like a near certainty.

“MMMPPH!!! MPHH!”

It didn’t matter. No amount of crying, not volume of tears would turn the horny wolf away from his prize. He had the tiny, petite bunny girl just where he wanted her; bouncing up and down on his cock. Bringing him closer and closer to his release. Nothing but a toy, being used and abused for the pleasure of its owner.

With a grunt and a howl, he slammed forwarded with renewed energy, forcing his knot past her tight cunt lips and into her sex, filling her beyond anything she had felt before, beyond any of her toys and certainly more than even a whole pawful of her own fingers had brought her previously. What amounted to an electric, overbearing mixture of searing hot pleasure and blistering pain flooded through her nervous system. Judy slammed her eyes shut, willing herself to ignore the supreme violation, willing the pain and humiliation away. This was physical, nothing more, it would end, sooner or later, and she would be free to go.

She hoped.

The wolf had, however, already got what he had hoped for. Tongue hanging limply from his muzzle, he reached his climax, jetting his seed into her stuffed bunny cunt. The white fluid filled her near instantly, so full she was of his shaft and knot that there was little course but for it to leak out, dripping down her thighs and onto the tiled floor.

“OH GODS, YES!”

He thrust again. And again. Over and over, he continued to rape the tiny mammal, depositing his essence inside her, without a care in the world other than the pleasure assaulting him, washing and crashing over him, consuming the wolf into this singular, savage act.

“. . .oh, fuck,” he fell to the side, painfullly pulling his still swollen knot from the bunny, “I needed that. I needed that baaaaaad.”

Judy was sobbing. There was nothing else to do.

“Pass the cunt here.”

The rough, gruff voice sounded just as huge, gnarled paws closed about her ears, yanking her upwards and into a semi-standing position. Through tear-filled eyes, she saw the blurry outline of McHorn.

What had been panic, then shame and humiliation, turned to terror. Not like this, there was just no way. . .

McHorn growled, “let’s give the whore something to cry about.”

The blast of fox repellent to her face was almost welcome. Almost. While the alternative was far, far worse, Judy had all of a half a second to appreciate the strange and twisted relief that a mere temporarily painful experience would bring her, before it hit. And hit hard.

“MMMMPPPHH!!!”

This time, the panties stuffed into her mouth couldn’t contain the scream. Her eyes burned, brilliant and blinding, as if red hot coals were being directly applied to her face. Her nose too, seared with the pain. Unable to breath through her mouth, she inhaled sharply through her nostrils, burning everything from the tip of her button, and all the way down her throat.

If she could see, Judy would have seen the savage grins spread across the two male mammal’s faces.

The wolf chuckled, low and sinister, “she’s all yours, big guy.”

The rhino’s fingers tightened about her ears.

A rumbling growl escaped his throat, “Now the hurt begins. Not so tough out of the boxing ring, are you? Fucking cheat.”

It  really was going to happen. The spray had simply been a malicious addition to the torrent of abuse that the tiny bunny had been suffering.

“The things I’m going to do to y. . .”

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!?”

“Oh shit!”

Though the image was blurry, Judy could make out the silhouette of the instructor, the spunky-but-harsh polar bear who had given her more than a few earfuls over her apparent lack of ability. For now, though, in her current situation, she might as well have been an angel. As strict as she may have been during training, her presence was welcome beyond measure.

It was over.

“Uh. . . “ the wolf seemed to trip over his words, “. . . we can explain. She was coming onto us.”

“Yeah,” McHorn unceremoniously dropped the bunny to the floor, “you know how horny these bunnies get.”

Judy, still bound, tried to drag her way across the tiles, “Hhlp. . . mhh.”

Everything hurt. Everything. It wasn’t the usual manner of pain, something which she had experienced before. A scraped knee, a broken nail, a cut or a bruise here or there; such things were normal for police academy training, and nothing that a quick jaunt to the infirmary couldn’t fix up. No, this was. . . deeper. Deeper, and something more than physical. She felt used. Wrung out, aching to her very core. Naturally, she had spent no short amount of time studying victim impact statements from mammals who had suffered what she had just gone through, and the lingering effects would be something she would have to face up to when the time came.

For now, though, all that mattered was safety. All that she cared for was the salvation from torment that the sudden appearance of the large, white-furred instructor would surely bring.

Wrong.

Very wrong.

“Oh, I know alright,” the bear spoke, her expression contorting into one of savage cruelty, “luckily. . .”

“Mmmph. . .”

No. Please.

The instructor produced something long, and black. Though her vision had not yet returned, courtesy of the ravaging the wolf had given her, she could discern the unmistakable outline of a shock baton. Useful for sparring with larger mammals, as it would hardly knock someone of McHorn’s size on their back, though when it came to diminutive bunnies. . . well, there was a reason the ZPD had a rulebook for such things.

“Momma got the medicine.”

A crackle sounded, accompanied by a brilliant flash of blue from the end of the baton. Once, twice, then three times the polar bear thumbed the activation switch, each time moving the shock weapon closer and closer to Judy, bound and helpless.

A low chuckle, dripping in malice, “I used to do this in vice. . .”

The jab was sudden, and came without the use of the electric shock component at first. It was almost. . . welcome. A pain that Judy could understand, and menetally process. Something she might feel after taking a blow in the boxing ring, or after a trip-up on the obstacle course. Unpleasant, certainly, a sharp, brutal jab into her ribcage with the weight of a far larger and far stronger mammal behind it, but at the very least, something that could be endured.

A second jab came, this one to the small of her back. Surprisingly, it was a touch lighter than the first, more of a prod than an outright blow.

The bunny rolled over onto her back, arms still bound and pleading eyes gazing up at the large bear. Prey instincts, perhaps. Show some vulnerability and the attacker might take pity and relent.

The baton crackled.

“Mpph. . . pmmghh!”

The shock struck her in the side, in the same location that the first blow had landed. It didn’t just hurt, it burned. A shuddering, cascading shiver of what could only be described as an overwhelming rush of heat shot through her entire body, courtesy of the current causing near-on every last nerve ending in her tiny form to fire.

All of them.

Arms tenses up. Legs kicked and spasmed. Eyes twitched.

And between her legs, where she had been so ravished before, that one nerve ending, sensitive above all others, was assaulted and caressed, attacked and lavished by a level of stimulation that would otherwise have been impossible to cause.

It was too much. She screamed into the gag, her muscular aching and writhing in every direction as a second shock was delivered to her belly.

“MMMPPH!!!”

And then, despite everything, she came. Hard. Her cunt, overloaded by visceral, electric pleasure, betrayed her and sent an orgasm racing through her body. It didn’t relent, as one brought about by her own fingers or a toy might. It continued unabated at the baton delivered the driving force behind it into her body. She trembled, curling as best she could into a ball as her juices flowed freely, filling the air with a powerful, erotic scent.

And as abruptly, and perhaps unwantedly as it had started, the current was cut, and the mountain of pleasure came tumbling down.

The bear let the shock weapon clatter to the floor.

“Get this cunt to the firing range.”

* * *

She had been dragged. First by her arms, then by her ears, through the corridors of the Zootopia Police Academy. If any of her fellow recruits, or any members of staff, were inclined to speak out against her treatment, they certainly didn’t show it. As it had transpired, the few mammals who found themselves in the building as such unsociable hours were just that themselves, unsociable in the extreme. That was putting it lightly. A wolf, a bear, a rhino, and a small smattering of other scandalous types followed the progression as they approached their destination, bound bunny in tow.

The sound of heavy, metallic doors echoed about, though she could not see. Cold concrete met her a moment later, followed by the brilliance of high-power halogens as the academy’s firing range was illuminated.

“Here we are.”

Maybe half a dozen mammals had assembled. Three from the shower block, plus another few seemingly along for the ride, though nevertheless smiling  with feral, toothy grins. Two tigers, who Judy did not recognise, along with another wolf, though this one had a striking white colouring indicative of an arctic heritage. He had been present during some of her early training exercises, including her initial aborted attempts to complete the obstacle course.

“All right,” said the instructor, still clutching the bunny’s ears, “string her up!”

Unceremoniously, the small bunny was tossed forward, only to be picked up in a near instant and hauled off by the two tigers. Head hung and ears drooped, they forced-marched her forward, downrange to where an array of paper targets had been arranged. The darker side of police work, something not spoken about until after application and acceptance, the need to practice with the use of all manner of projectile weapons required that such a place exist.

And here Judy was, now in place of targets.

“Heh, let’s get these little bits off!”

One of the tigers held her in place while the other set about disrobing her of the few remaining pieces of clothing that still clung to her body. As tattered and shredded as they may have been, thanks to the claws of a certain lupine, they had given her some semblance of modesty, even if such concerns seemed outright trivial in her current situation. Now, though, with powerful feline paws running over her form, pausing at their leisure to feel, prod and caress every intimate region of her body, she was reduced to a state of complete nakedness.

And then bound to a target dummy.

Not bound. Lashed. Tied up with the intent of preventing any and all movement. Arms and paws behind her back and secured tightly together, Judy found herself hoisted up and pressed to a thick wooden pole, ropes secured about her wrists, ankles, knees, and about her midriff. Even had she not suffered at the hands of her fellow recruits as she had the past half hour, her diminutive form would have still lacked the strength to break free. In her current state, it was beyond impossible.

A gag, something rubbery, was placed into her muzzle.

“Ohhhh, that’s nice, I think I need to have some of this!”

It wasn’t until the tiger spoke those words that Judy realised the exact position they had posed her body in. 

It wasn’t the fact that her arms had been secured behind her back, pinned between her body and the wooden pole, nor the gag in her mouth, nor even the various ropes that keep her suspended some four feet above the ground. It was her legs.

Or rather, just how much they’d been spread.

She was on display. Lewd, obscene, pornographic display. Her pussy, still dripping from the attention she had received earlier from Wolford, and the artificially induced orgasm, was splayed wide, folds puffy and red, and nectar dripping down.

A paw pushed its way down her belly, pausing for the tiniest fraction of a second before a single finger worked its way into her love tunnel. She didn’t bother to moan her objections, there was no point. Not now.

The tiger, near on three times her height, pumping his digit back and forth a few times, sliding it in and out of her cunt, her naturally lubrication allowing the feline trivially easy access.

“. . .mhmmm.”

Maybe just a small, involuntary moan was in order. It was positively compassionate treatment in comparison to what the polar bear had done.

As if on queue, the instructor again spoke.

“Okay, recruits, rules are simple,” she stated, “three points for the clit, two for a nipple, one for a regular hit. All darts have had their tranq removed, so go nuts!”

The sounds of airguns being cocked and loaded filled the range.

“Aim!”

Judy started shaking again.

“Ready!”

“MMMPHH!”

The lights went out, plunging the range into pitch black darkness.

“What the hell!?”

Judy now heard the sounds of frantic scampering, paws and claws sounding on the concrete floor as mammals darted about, trying to make sense of the situation. Not seconds prior, six airguns, loaded with razor sharp tranquilizer darts, had been pointed at her. Hungry, savage mammals bore down on her petite form, wanting nothing more than the live out whatever perverted, dark fantasy had filled their minds.

And now, chaos.

A shout. A roar. A yell.

A soft paw touching her arm.

“Come with me.”

With a fox-like quickness, the ropes binding here were released. Strong arms caught Judy as she fell from the pole. Strong and soft, sporting a thick, luxurious coat of fur. Though burned by the promise of rescue before, so unfulfilled as it had been when the instructor had found her in the throes of torment, she couldn’t help but bury her face into her savior. They ran, quickly and quietly, around the still confused congregation of recruits, out the door and down the corridor. 

Out of the building, even.

A minute or two later, they entered another structure. Judging from how far they had moved, and the sound of grass underfoot, Judy would have guessed that she had been taken to one of the groundskeepers shed, typically used to store equipment intended for maintenance of the obstacle course and other outdoor facilities about the academy.

The gag was removed from her mouth, and she was gingerly set down atop a sack of fertiliser.

“I. . . I. . .” her voice, finally freed from the constraints of the gag, came in hoarse and choked with sobs, “thank you. Thank you. . .”

The bunny looked up, suddenly eager to see exactly who it was who had come to her aid in the most dire and depraved of circumstances.

It was the wolf. Not Wolford, the large, grey-furred lupine, but rather the smaller, quieter arctic breed she had caught a brief glance of. His form was thinner, his stature shorter, and more importantly, there was a. . . kindness, in his eyes.

For her part, Judy’s were still full of tears.

“Thank you. . .” she coughed out, her now-free paw reaching up to wipe away some of the fluids which had stained the fur of her fac, “I didn’t think. . . d-didn’t think anyone would. . . c-come to. . .”

“Hey hey, hush hush, we’ll get caught!” the wolf finally spoke, raising his paws and urging her to silence, “I’m not exactly a good guy here, you know.”

“I. . . well. . .” some semblance of normality was returning to Judy’s voice, “it’s better than nothing. Who. .  who are you, anyway? I don’t think I’ve seen you. . . seen you around.”

“I work here. My name is Arc.”

“Arc. Thanks, Arc.”

In that moment, there was perhaps the most fleeting sensation of safety, or at least the thought that such a sensation might be warranted. The grips of panic, the icy terror that had clutched at her over the course of the evening relaxed ever so slightly. Arc’s eyes gazed down at her, blue and displaying something which the bunny swore could have been concern. Perhaps even compassion. Whatever happened, it would seem that the worst was over.

A few further moments passed, the bunny’s breathing becoming slower and slower, returning to normal.

Arc’s quickened. The increase in tempo was almost imperceptible, but it was absolutely there.

Judy gasped.

Arc took a step closer.

“Um. . . Arc, what are you. . . doing?” she asked.

The snow white wolf advanced a further step.

“I. . . nothing,” he replied, shaking his head, “I just. . . well. . . you’ve got to get out of here, Judy. There is a reason there are no bunnies on the force. It’s dangerous here. This isn’t the place you thought it was. Why do you think we have so many predators?”

It had crossed her mind, certainly. In truth, it had been something of a motivating factor for her; wanting to prove that smaller prey animals could be just as accomplished police officers as predators. She had set out to prove that, among other things, and failed. This white wolf was right. Best she take her chances back in Bunnyburrow.

“I. . . I guess,” Judy said, letting her shoulders drop, “I just thought. . . hang on. . . how did you know my name? W-we’ve never spoken.”

Arc couldn’t help himself. Though he showed outward signs of attempting to resist what was clearing an increasing, predatory urge, his eyes betrayed him. That, and the fact that his lips were slowly peeling back along his jawline to display his shining white fangs.

“Judy,” he said, a noticeable growl in his voice, “I can help you get out of here. I’ll make up some story, put it on your record. Or you can stay, but you’ll be. . . used.”

“I. . . I want to go.”

“Then. . . ugh. . . then I’ll get it done. But first. . . Judy, do you know how long it’s been for me? Do you know what it’s like where I come from? Why do you think I’m not a patrol cop? Why do you think I just work in the office?”

Judy scooted back a few inches, though found herself rapidly running out of distance to put between herself and the wolf.

“I, um,” she stammered, “I don’t know. There are lots of wolves who are cops.”

“Not me!” Arc almost shouted, “not wolves like me! We’re. . .”

He stopped himself, catching his own voice in his throat before finishing the sentence. Rather than continue with the thought, which was turning into something of a wallow into the realm of self-pity, the wolf instead took the final few steps towards the bunny, the intensity burning in his eyes increasing with every pace.

“Judy. . .” he muzzle hung open as he loomed over the far smaller female mammal.

“Um, yes?”

“I. . . want something from you,” he said, practically drooling, “I can help you out here, but you’re going to need to do something for me. I. . . I need it. I can’t go any longer without it.”

Judy gulped. Fear had not quite returned, though it was now readily apparent that the safety she thought she had found herself in was just an illusion. Arc, though, wasn’t acting quite like Wolford or McHorn. That had been an act of what could only be described as bitter hatred. This was something different. There was no malice in his eyes, no distaste or ill will. Rather, the only word that came to mind when Judy stared into the gaze of her would-be rescuer was hunger.

“What,” she stammered, “what do you want?”

Arc’s paw reached down, first touching her ear before running down and through the soft fur off her cheeks, before settling on her right shoulder.

“I. . . want you to suck me off.”

Judy’s eyes went wide.

“What?” she said, “here? Now?”

“Yes.”

“I. . .”

“Judy, please. . . I’ve been missing out on so much. This stupid job. All these stupid recruits and the stupid instructor and the whole stupid system. I want something for me for once. Something I can enjoy.”

ALong with the hunger, still blazing furiously in his eyes, there was an almost sad longing present, though well hidden behind what was obviously a sizable helping of lust.

“Well. . .”

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

The bunny looked nervously about. The fact that she wasn’t in the throes of panic was causing her more concern than the situation itself. She should be running. The door was only a few feet away, she could be out, jump the fence, and home free before this white wolf had time to respond. Questions would be asked, perhaps, and she’d have to explain to someone what had transpired, but it would be over. It was right there. Arc might chase, but she felt she could outrun him, at least for a short distance.

All this flashed through her mind over the course of perhaps half a second. Then Arc did something she didn’t expect. His fangs and tongue retreated back into her muzzle.

He smiled.

“Okay,” she replied, in spite of herself, “you seem like a n-nice wolf.”

The smile broadened, and the wolf’s paws immediately shot to his buckle, furiously working over the clasp before releasing the tension and dropping his fatigues. It was immediately apparent that the idea to use his sudden position of savior and protector of the tiny bunny to garnish sexual favours had been on his mind for more than the past few seconds. Already at full mast, Judy found herself staring into a rock-hard, pulsating red lupine cock. Though her sense of smell was not as well developed as that of a canine or feline, the thick, heady musk was easily detectable by her pink button nose.

It was. . . masculine.

What she had felt at the whims of Wolford and co, that wasn’t a sensual or masculine experience, not in the slightest, and certainly not enjoyable. This, though, even though it was being pushed upon her, she couldn’t help but feel a certain attraction to the organ presented for her to pleasure.  He had a nice, toned stomach as well, and his fur was soft to the touch.

Judy withdrew her paw. When did she start rubbing through the fluff of his belly? Was that her? An involuntary reaction, or something indicative of a deeper desire.

“Touch me. Please.”

She did as instructed. Heart pounding, though without those same, awful tendrils of terror sneaking up her spine, the bunny reached out with a delicate paw. Did she want this? Was the suffering previously visited upon her, even in such a short space of time, sufficient for her to turn to whomever might offer safety, even if that meant doing. . . this.

“Hmmmm, yes. . .”

It didn’t really matter. Judy’s delicate fingers touched the hard, red, and hot flesh. Almost without thinking, she closed her paw about it; as best she could in light of the fact that Arc’s girth was a little too much for her to grasp fully.

That was a problem solved by the addition of her second paw.

It was her turn to do something unexpected. She looked up, locking her eyes with his own, returning that hungry gaze. . . and smiling.

“Like this?” she asked, her paws beginning to move up and down his shaft.

“Yes. . . but. . . your mouth. . . please!”

As part of her earlier studies, she’d read a lot about psychology, and the impacts that notions of control can have on the mind. It was an addictive quality to foist upon someone, an experience intensified doubly so when the mammal had so recently been completely lacking in control.

As she was now, with a pawful of wolf cock and a panting male her, she felt that control, she felt it rush through her. She wanted to do this. Even though she still hurt, even though the strains of her degradation and humiliation still clung to her fur, she at least had this.

“You feel nice. . .” she said, her voice still wavering despite a growing inner confidence.

“T-thanks. . .”

Though a bit of dirty talk would have been in order were the circumstances better, they were not. Arc knew this, and although he returned the teasing compliments, his paw remained rested upon Judy’s shoulder. Now, though, it slowly made its way back over the cheek he had so softly caressed, and rather than to her ears, settled behind her head. A few scratches followed, a nice, almost loving pet of her grey fur, before he applied the slightest bit of pressure forward.

Towards the erection that the bunny was so sensually stroking.

“Oh. . . Arc, n-now?”

“Yes! But, uh. . . can you.. . beg for it?”

“Um. .  alright.”

She increased the pace of her paws, still moving up and down his now slick shaft.

“Arc. . . I want. . . y-your cock,” she gave it her best attempt.

“Again,” he demanded.

“I want your wolf cock.”

“Tell me you want to suck it dry.”

“Please, let this little bunny suck all the cum out of your big, hot cock.”

“Oh fuck yes!”

The pressure increased. Not to the point where Judy didn’t think she would be able to offer a meaningful resistance, but certainly enough to make the wolf’s intentions clear.

Wolf cock. 

In bunny mouth.

Now.

What little resistance she had been putting up melted away as her soft, pink lips came into final contact with Arc’s tip. She lingered, allowing her tongue to roll out and sample his flavour with a few brief, tentative swipes across his hot, red flesh. It was. . . pleasing, the fact that he was overwhelming aroused blindingly obvious as his member deposited a few droplets of pre onto the warm bunny tongue now rolling about his nethers.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

If the moan was insufficient encouragement, Arc’s second paw joining the first atop Judy’s head, and the forceful push that followed, was all that was needed. Allowing herself to be forced down, she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, letting out a tiny moan of her own as seven inches of wolfcock slid past her lips, over her tongue and down her throat. There was no other option other than taking the entire length in one go; Arc had allowed for nothing else.

And then, she sucked.

She sucked as hard as she could, her own paws drifting down to clasp about the wolf’s rapidly swelling knot. She sucked as if her life depended on it. As far as she was aware, it just might. Yet, there was a carnality to it that nothing other than the act itself could cause her to feel. She knew this was utterly inappropriate, that she had been coerced into it, that the alternative was too terrible to think about. Yet, she enjoyed it. She relished the feeling of the male’s member in her maw, hung on every moan and whimper of the wolf, and worked her tongue ever harder to bring him pleasure.

She slowly pulled back, all the while keeping her eyes locked with Arc’s, rewarding the wolf with the occasional flutter of her eyelids.

The length popped from her mouth with a slick, wet sound.

“Very tasty, wo. . .”

She never finished the teasing sentence. Arc shoved, a sudden and powerful force applied to her head, and thrust his hips upwards at the same time, sinking his cock again into Judy’s mouth.

“Mphh!”

This time, the motion of her paws was involuntary, grasping out and wrapping around his waist as he bucked his hips and second and third time.

“MMMMPPPHH!”

The bunny again set about using her tongue to pleasure the wolf as he face-fucked her with an increasing pace and ferocity. The motion started to slam her back into the sacks of fertiliser as Arc wildly pumped his cock in and out.

She fell backwards. 

Arc climbed on top of her.

His paws left her head, now placed in front of him as he adopted a wild, feral stance, down on all fours and looming directly over her. Judy’s small body was now placed between his thighs as he slammed his hips down, over and over, using her mouth to bring the release he had so long craved.

“AHHH!”

The scream turned into a growl, claws flashing out and tearing into whatever they could gain purchase on. His pace quickened further, every thrust causing him to bottom out, his knot almost pushing past the bunny’s lips.

And then it did.

Buried to the very hilt in the warm, wet embrace of her maw, Arc hit his peak and came. Hips still madly bucking back and forth, he milked himself to the last drop, depositing his essence down Judy’s throat. Spurt after spurt, hump after hump, the furious face-fucking hit a zenith, bringing out a howl from the wolf, pure and overloaded with ectastic pleasure, until he finally collapsed atop his semi-willing partner.

Judy coughed, and pulled the length from her mouth and rolling out from under the soft, warm, white-furred body.

“I. . . Arc. . .” she started, wiping a few errant streaks of his cum from her fur, “are you. . done? Arc?”

A goofy grin was all the reply she got. His head rolled to the side, and their eyes once again met.

“Judy. . . I can’t tell you. . . how much I needed that.”

“G-glad I could help,” her own response was somewhat more genuine than she had anticipated. Though it had been. . . rough, she couldn’t deny a certain level of arousal had gripped her. Perhaps it really was some manner of psychological defense mechanism. Arc was at least offering her the courtesy of asking before she was used for his pleasure. That alone had led her to being almost amicable to the idea.

Not that it mattered. She had just sucked off a wolf.

“So, Arc,” she continued, “how can you help me get out of this. I guess. . . I guess I didn’t really expect it to be like this. But you’re right, I need to get out of here.”

Arc grinned, control of his body returning to him in the aftermath of his shattering orgasm.

“Well, I’ll have to fudge a bit of paperwork,” he said, “and it’s not exactly going to be a good look for you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Then let me take care of it. It should only take a few days, then we’ll have you on the train back to Bunnyburrow.”

Judy’s eyes went wide, “a few days?! I won’t last that long!”

“Well, I could look after you. I’ve got my own dorm here, just myself, I could hide you away.”

“Oh, please! Anything but being out there with those. . . mammals.”

Arc’s grin widened.

“Sure, I can do that for you,” he said, shuffling himself back towards Judy, “but. . . you’re going to have to earn it, little bunny.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re going to be my little toy for a few days.”

“Oh. . . okay. You seem like a nice wolf.”

***

A few days had turned into a week. A week tucked away in Arc’s dorm room, kept safe from the unthinkable acts that would be visited upon her if she showed her face in the corridors of the academy again. A week of hiding. A week of fear.

A week of raucous, ravenous sexual energy.

The first day had been mostly recovery, her wounds tended to by a suddenly caring and compassionate Arc. A meal, some juice to drink and a warm bed to sleep in had been most welcome, even if they were shared with an exceptionally horny arctic wolf.

The second day had a repeat, and three-fold at that, of their escapes in the groundskeeper’s shed. Judy had given the wolf oral pleasure three times, and received it twice in return. She had to admit he was good with his tongue, and to be treated. . . nicely, even if it was sexual in nature, was a welcome change.

He had fucked her on the third day. Raw and passionate, with both of them hitting screaming climaxes at the same time.

The fourth day, she was already bent over, pussy and ass on display for him, when he returned from his daily duties. Another wild evening of fucking ensued, and they had collapsed into the bed together.

The fifth day saw the toys come out. That had her cumming harder than ever.

Rinse and repeat for days six and seven, and she once more found herself on the train to Bunnyburrow, paperwork complete and freedom only a few short hours away.

For flirting with instructors to improve grades, and cheating on the obstacle course, Recruit Hopps is expelled.

She turned the discharge papers over in her paws. Arc had been right, it wasn’t a good look for her, but it got her what she needed. A week of sexual submission had been the price to pay, though by the end of it, she was paying it eagerly. Now, though, there was something of a trepidation about returning, certainly not helped by news from the family farm.

‘Hey honey, we got your message, you’re coming home. Sadly, the farm isn’t doing so good, we’re almost homeless.’

It had left her worried, the fate of her parents, as well as her vast plethora of siblings, and had her all the more eager to return home. As comfortable as the journey may have been, Judy was unable to relax, at least not until the train squealed into the Bunnyburrow station just before sundown. Her parents, along with two dozen or so of her younger siblings, had gathered on the platform to greet her, smiles and all. A large sign had been prepared, held aloft by several of the smaller bunnies.

Welcome Home, Judy!

The doors hissed open, and she was out in a flash, dropping her travel case a few feet short of her parents and pulling them into a crushing embrace.

“Mom! Dad!

The hug was returned, and for a blissful moment in time, they stood as a family reunited.

“Welcome back, Judy! Great news! We’ve managed to save the farm!”

It wasn’t until the embrace was broken that Judy saw the pain in their eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, “that’s fantastic! I was so worried about you guys! I know how much keeping nana and grandpa’s farm running means to you.”

It was her mother who replied, the patriarch of the Hopps family instead choosing to shove his paws into his pocket and stare intently at his own feet.

“Well, you see,” began Judy’s mother, her paw rubbing at her neck, “it wasn’t exactly free. There’s something. . . you need to do.”

“Me?”

“Yes, dear. We had to. You need to. . . marry your wealthy cousin, Joe Rabbitschild.”

No. No way. Judy again felt panic overtake her.

“T-third leg Joe?”

It was at that point that she spotted him. How the chunky, oversized bunny could have been missed was beyond her, but there he was, as creepy and ugly as she remembered. Along with his own disgusting visage, memories of Judy’s siblings running to her in tears, after he had . . touched them, among other things, flooded into her memory.

“Hehe, hi!”

There was no way she was going to do this. Yes, his side of the family was wealthy, owning near on half the land surrounding Bunnyburrow, and that had made him all but untouchable. Any number of crimes and misdeeds had gone unnoticed or unpunished. Now, here he was, expecting to get his way again.

Not this time, though.

Judy’s paws shot into her bag, pulling out the fox taser that her father had given her. A fox taser, but just as effective, if not more so, on a bunny. If nothing else, her brief bout of training had given her quick legs, certainly quicker than the massively overweight Joe. She bounded across the platform, crossing the distance to her cousin in a few short seconds.

“Wha. . .”

His pudgy, stupid face could only twist in shock as she jammed the taser into his neck, pushing it between his multiple chins. Twenty thousand volts lashed out, overwhelming his nervous system and dropping him like a sack of manure.

“No!” she screamed, tossing the taser aside, “you have NO IDEA what I have been through. There is NO WAY IN HELL I am agreeing to this!”

To illustrate her point, she delivered a sharp kick to his now convulsing form. Further reinforcement came in the form of a vicious slap which she delivered to the face of each of her parents in turn.

“I am done with this place,” she spat.

***

And so, without so much as a goodbye to her family, now forgotten thanks to the hell they had shown a willingness to put her through, she found herself once more on the train, bound for the outskirts of Zootopia. At such a late hour, there were few other individuals present, and those that were had the bearing of mammals that she would rather not disturb.

Not that she paid them much heed, her mind was swimming. Frantically, she fought for a solution to her problem. Abused, turned out by all, used like a piece of trash, what was there left for a tiny bunny in a huge, nasty world?

One thing, perhaps.

Her paws found her phone, her thumb dialing a number saved to her contacts list only a few days prior.

“Hi, this is Arc.”

“Arc. . . it’s me,” she said, dejected.

“Judy!” the response was one of elation, “ohmygod, I’ve been thinking sooooooo much about you! I can’t get your tight little bunny cunt out of my mind! What can I do?”

Her head sank into her free paw.

“I. . . need somewhere to say,” she replied, “for a while.”

“Oh? Didn’t things work out for you back in Bunnyburrow?”

“No. Not exactly.”

“Well, maybe I can help you out there. You don’t mind staying with me, do you?”

“No, Arc, it’s. . . nice,” she said, half-truthfully.

“Alright!” he practically shouted down the line, “well you know where to find me. Oh we’re going to have so much fun! Do you want to be my little sex toy? I’ll treat you nicely. Make sure you’re warm and comfortable. You just need to. . . you know. . . take care of me.”

“Sure thing, Arc, I’ll see you in a few hours.”

The line went dead, and the phone clattered to the floor of the carriage.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad. He was at least mindful of her own pleasure, and as gentle as he could be when he rammed his long, lupine length into her pussy. His tongue was nice too, as were his fingers. Stamina, though, he had in spades. It was something she’d no doubt be working on.

She was a little bit wet.

No, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. At the very least, it was the best she could hope for.

“He seems like a nice wolf. . .”