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Judy and Nick go undercover!
Tech Talk
This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model 3WolfMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.
Text editing was done in Canva: https://www.canva.com/ . I've found Canva a useful free tool for adding text to gens.
I used Tail Tagger for tagging assistance: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 model for AI generating tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true
AI Story - Undercover & Overexposed
The flickering neon lights of Zootopia's seedy Marsh Market alley buzzed like angry insects, casting erratic pulses of pink and purple over the graffiti-smeared walls. The air was heavy, a cloying mix of damp concrete, distant rain-slicked streets, and the faint, forbidden tang of night howler vapors lingering from some back-alley deal gone sour. Judy Hopps's long ears twitched at every distant honk or scuffle, her sensitive rabbit nose assaulted by the musky undercurrent of sweat, cheap perfume, and raw animal lust that permeated the night. She shifted uncomfortably in her skimpy pink outfit—the crop top clung to her gray fur like a second skin, the shiny material cool and slippery against her modest chest, while the matching shorts rode up her pear-shaped hips, digging into the softer, lighter fur of her thighs and ass. Her small paws fidgeted at her sides, claws lightly scraping her palms as she tried to strike what she hoped was a seductive pose, but it came off more like a nervous hop. Her purple eyes darted around, wide with that unshakeable optimism tempered by sheer awkwardness; she was Judy Hopps, the first bunny cop, here to bust a smuggling ring, but pretending to sell her body felt like trying to outrun her own shadow.
Nick Wilde, on the other paw, owned the shadows like they were his personal playground. Leaning against the wall with predatory ease, his red-orange fur gleamed under the neon, the cream of his underbelly teasing from beneath a barely-there green thong that hugged his sheath and balls like a promise. His fishnet stockings stretched over toned legs, ending in those absurd lime-green platform heels that clicked with every shift, adding a sultry sway to his tail. The scent rolling off him was intoxicating—blueberry cologne spiked with his natural fox musk, earthy and teasing, making the air around him thrum with invitation. His green eyes sparkled with mischievous cynicism, that sly smile curling his muzzle as he eyed potential clients sauntering by, ready to turn the con into carnal chaos.
"Carrots, you're killing the vibe," Nick drawled, his voice a low, velvety rumble that cut through the alley's din like a hot knife. He glanced at her, amusement dancing in his gaze. "Standing there like you're about to give a safety seminar. Loosen up—shake that fluffy tail or something."
Judy's cheeks burned under her fur, her short pink nose twitching furiously as she forced a smile. "I-I'm trying, Nick! This isn't exactly in the academy handbook." She stepped forward tentatively toward a passing hyena, a lanky figure with spotted fur and a leering grin, his eyes already roving over her form. Her heart pounded, a rapid thump-thump that made her foot tap anxiously against the pavement. "H-Hi! Umm... I'm a p-pr- prostitute," she stammered, her voice high and earnest, like she was introducing herself at a neighborhood watch meeting. The words tumbled out in a rush, her paws clasping together in front of her as if praying for the ground to swallow her. "Do you want to pay for sex and do illicit substances even though it's illegal?" She winced internally—the illegality part slipped out from her cop instincts, making her sound more like a PSA than a seductress. The hyena laughed, a harsh bark that echoed off the walls, his hot breath reeking of stale beer and meat as he leaned in closer, his rough paw brushing her arm, sending an unwelcome shiver down her spine.
Before the hyena could respond, Nick sauntered over, his heels clicking with deliberate provocation, tail swishing to brush against Judy's side in a teasing graze. "Whoa there, spots—back off the bunny. She's still learning the ropes." He turned to the hyena with a wink, bending slightly to accentuate the curve of his ass, his paw sliding down his own thigh, fingers hooking into the thong and tugging it aside just enough to flash the pink, puckered entrance of his tight fox hole. The fabric whispered against his fur, exposing the soft, cream-colored cheeks and the subtle glisten of arousal already building from the thrill. "Hey there, stud," Nick purred, his voice dripping with raunchy promise, green eyes half-lidded in mock seduction. "♥ Want to blow a load in my tight fox hole? It's free if you pin me to the wall and show me how a night howler pred fucks." He leaned in, his breath warm against the hyena's ear, the scent of his musk intensifying—sweet, primal, like forbidden fruit begging to be bitten. Nick's free paw trailed down his own chest, tweaking a nipple through the thin fabric of his top, a soft gasp escaping his lips for effect, his cock stirring in its sheath, the tip peeking out, already beading with pre-cum.
The hyena's eyes glazed over, pupils dilating at the explicit display, his nose flaring to inhale Nick's intoxicating aroma. "Damn, fox—you talk a big game." He grabbed Nick's arm roughly, yanking him against the wall with a thud that vibrated through the bricks, his other paw fumbling at his zipper. Judy watched, frozen in awkward fascination, her ears drooping as a confusing heat pooled in her belly. The hyena's cock emerged—thick, veined, with a spotted sheath and a knot swelling at the base, the salty musk hitting her like a wave. Nick didn't flinch; instead, he ground back against the hyena, his ass pressing insistently against the hardening length, the friction sending sparks through his body. "Come on, big boy—ram it in. Make me yelp like the sly little slut I am," Nick taunted, his voice husky, pushing the raunchiness to the edge as he reached back, spreading his cheeks wide, the cool night air kissing his exposed hole, making it twitch invitingly.
Judy's attempt to join faltered; she stepped closer, her small frame trembling with nerves. "W-Wait, I can... um, help?" she offered, her voice squeaking, paws hovering uncertainly as she tried to mimic Nick's pose. She bent awkwardly, her shorts riding up to expose more of her round ass, but it looked more like she was stretching for a jog than seducing. "D-Do you want me to... touch it or something?" Her paw reached out tentatively, fingers brushing the hyena's shaft—hot, pulsing, the texture rough under her pads, slick with pre that smeared sticky on her fur. She stroked hesitantly, her movements jerky, like petting a nervous animal, her nose wrinkling at the overpowering scent of arousal mingling with the alley's grime.
The hyena groaned, bucking into her grip, but his focus stayed on Nick. "Bunny's cute, but you're the real deal, fox." He thrust forward, the tip of his cock pressing against Nick's entrance, slicking it with pre before pushing in with a wet, obscene squelch. Nick moaned loudly, exaggerated for the con but laced with genuine pleasure, his walls clenching around the intrusion, the burn of stretch sending jolts up his spine. "Fuck yeah—deeper, you spotted bastard. Knot me like a bitch in heat," Nick growled, his cynicism twisting into filthy encouragement, paws scraping the wall as he pushed back, the slap of fur on fur echoing rhythmically. The sensations overwhelmed: the heat of the hyena's body, the salty taste of sweat on Nick's tongue as he bit his lip, the musky flood of scents—his own, the hyena's, even Judy's subtle floral arousal creeping in.
Judy's awkwardness peaked; she knelt clumsily, her knees scraping the pavement, face inches from where the hyena pounded into Nick. "I-Is this helping the mission?" she whispered to Nick, her breath hitching as she leaned in, tongue darting out experimentally to lick at the hyena's balls—furry, heavy, tasting of salt and musk that made her head spin. Her free paw slipped between her own thighs, rubbing her clit through the shorts, the fabric dampening with her growing wetness, but her touches were fumbling, unsure, her optimism clashing with embarrassment. "M-Maybe I should... suck it when you're done?"
Nick laughed breathlessly mid-thrust, glancing down at her with affectionate mischief. "Carrots, you're adorable— but yeah, slurp up the mess. Show him how a bunny laps it up." The hyena, spurred on, grabbed Judy's ear roughly, pulling her closer, forcing her muzzle against his knot as it swelled. She gasped, the rough tug sending a mix of pain and unexpected thrill through her, her mouth opening to suckle the base, tongue swirling over the veined skin, tasting the mingled flavors of pre and Nick's essence leaking out.
As the hyena climaxed with a roar, hot seed flooding Nick's ass in thick spurts—warm, sticky, overflowing to drip down his thighs—Judy pulled back, sputtering, cum splattering her muzzle in messy strings. Nick rode it out, clenching to milk every drop, his own cock throbbing untouched, spilling onto the ground in ropes of white. "That's it—fill this fox pussy up," he panted raunchily, voice breaking with the intensity.
Panting, the hyena spilled the smuggling details in his haze, stumbling away. Judy wiped her face, flustered but triumphant. "We did it... even if I was terrible."
Nick pulled her up, smirking, his paw cupping her chin. "Nah, Carrots—you were perfect. Awkward's your charm." Their lips met in a heated kiss, tastes of cum and lust shared, bodies pressing close in the neon glow, promising more undercover "practice" ahead.
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The neon haze of Zootopia's underbelly pulsed like a fever dream, casting flickering pinks and purples over the graffiti-scarred walls of the alley in Marsh Market. The air was thick with the acrid tang of exhaust fumes from distant hover-cars, mingled with the faint, illicit sweetness of night howler residue clinging to the damp bricks—remnants of old busts that never quite cleaned up the streets. Judy Hopps's sensitive rabbit nose twitched involuntarily, picking up the musky undercurrent of desperation and desire that hung heavy in the night. Her heart hammered in her chest, a rapid thump-thump that echoed her foot's subtle, anxious tapping against the cracked pavement. She adjusted the skimpy pink crop top that barely contained her modest curves, the shiny material slick and cool against her gray fur, riding up to expose the soft, lighter fur of her underbelly. The matching shorts hugged her pear-shaped hips like a second skin, the fabric stretching taut over her round ass and thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Her long ears drooped slightly under the weight of her nerves, but she forced a determined smile—after all, she was Officer Judy Hopps, first bunny on the force, and this undercover op was just another hurdle to making the world better.
Beside her, Nick Wilde lounged against the wall with his trademark sly grin, exuding effortless confidence that made Judy's stomach flip in ways she didn't want to admit. His red-orange fur gleamed under the neon, the cream of his underbelly peeking from beneath a loosely buttoned Hawaiian shirt he'd ditched for this gig—opting instead for a barely-there ensemble of green fishnet stockings that clung to his lean, muscular legs, ending in those ridiculous lime-green platform heels that added a sway to his hips. His thong was a thin strip of fabric, already tugged low in preparation, revealing the curve of his firm ass and the hint of his sheath beneath his tail. The scent of his blueberry-scented cologne cut through the alley's grime, a teasing reminder of his con-artist charm, mixed with the natural, earthy musk of fox that always seemed to make Judy's nose wrinkle—and her pulse quicken.
"Carrots, you look like you're about to arrest the next john who walks by," Nick teased, his green eyes sparkling with mischief as he glanced at her. His voice was a smooth, low drawl, like velvet over gravel, carrying that cynical edge honed from years on the streets. "Loosen up. We're supposed to be selling fantasies here, not tickets."
Judy's purple eyes widened, her short pink nose twitching as she fidgeted with her outfit. "I-I know, Slick. But this is serious! Chief Bogo said this ring is tied to the night howler smuggling from the sequel—er, I mean, the recent cases. We have to blend in." Her optimism shone through even in her hesitation, that unbreakable spirit that believed anyone could be anything, even a convincing hooker. But deep down, the idealism clashed with the reality; she felt exposed, the cool night air brushing her fur in intimate places, sending shivers up her spine.
A shadow loomed at the alley's mouth—a burly wolf, his predator eyes gleaming with hunger under the neon. He was the mark: Gary De'Snake's contact, a low-level enforcer in the reptile smuggling op they'd been chasing since the weather wall conspiracy blew open. Judy's ears perked up, her body tensing as she stepped forward, channeling her inner rookie awkwardness into the role. "H-Hi! Umm... I'm a p-pr- prostitute," she stammered, her voice high and earnest, like she was pitching a community watch program. The words tasted foreign on her tongue, a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline that made her cheeks flush under her fur. "Do you want to pay for sex and do illicit substances even though it's illegal?"
The wolf snorted, his hot breath reeking of cheap booze and raw meat, his yellow eyes raking over her body with predatory intent. "Cute, bunny. But you sound like a cop reading from a script." He stepped closer, the rough scrape of his boots on pavement echoing, his massive paw reaching out to grab her arm. Judy's fur bristled at the touch—rough, calloused, sending a jolt of unwelcome heat through her despite the fear. She could feel the strength in his grip, the way his claws lightly pricked her skin, a reminder of the predator-prey divide she'd fought so hard to bridge.
Nick's eyes narrowed, a flash of protectiveness cutting through his casual facade. He pushed off the wall with fluid grace, his heels clicking sharply against the ground as he sauntered over, tail swishing with deliberate allure. "Hey there, stud," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction, that charismatic wit turning the words into a weapon. He positioned himself between Judy and the wolf, bending slightly to accentuate the curve of his ass, his paw sliding down to hook a thumb in his thong, tugging it aside just enough to tease. The fabric whispered against his fur, exposing the pink slit of his tight fox hole, already glistening slightly from the thrill of the con—or maybe something more. "Want to blow a load in my tight fox hole? It's free if you pin me to the wall and show me how a night howler pred fucks." The words hung in the air, explicit and inviting, laced with a reference to the savage toxin that had once divided their city—a clever nod to lure the mark in.
The wolf's gaze shifted, pupils dilating as the scent of Nick's arousal—musky, sweet, like ripe blueberries mixed with fox heat—wafted toward him. "Now that's more like it, foxy," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through the alley. He lunged, pinning Nick against the wall with a thud that echoed off the bricks, his massive body pressing close. Judy watched, her breath catching, a confusing mix of jealousy and fascination stirring in her core. The wolf's paws roamed, one gripping Nick's hip with bruising force, claws digging into the soft fur, while the other yanked the thong fully aside. Nick gasped, a sharp intake of breath that was half-act, half-genuine, his green eyes locking with Judy's over the wolf's shoulder—a silent plea, or maybe invitation.
But Judy, ever the hero, couldn't stand by. Her impulsiveness kicked in, that fierce determination overriding the plan. "Wait! I-I'm part of the deal too!" she blurted, stepping forward, her voice trembling but resolute. The wolf grinned, releasing Nick just enough to pull Judy in, his arm wrapping around her waist, yanking her against his broad chest. She felt the heat of him, the coarse fur against her softer coat, the bulge of his arousal pressing insistently against her thigh through his pants. The smell was overwhelming—sweat, lust, the faint metallic tang of night howler on his breath. "Alright, bunny. Show me what you've got."
Nick's cynicism melted into action; he wasn't about to let Judy face this alone. "Easy there, big bad. Let's make this a party." He pressed in from behind the wolf, his sly paws working the enforcer's belt, the leather creaking as it came undone. The wolf's cock sprang free—thick, veined, a deep red knot swelling at the base, dripping pre-cum that smelled salty and primal. Judy's eyes widened, her nose flaring at the scent, a forbidden curiosity bubbling up despite her prejudices. She reached out tentatively, her small paw wrapping around the shaft, feeling the heat pulse under her pads, the slick slide of pre as she stroked. "I-Is this okay?" she whispered to Nick, her voice breathy, ears flattening in vulnerability.
Nick's grin turned genuine, his paw joining hers, guiding her rhythm. "Better than okay, Carrots. Just feel it." His touch was gentle on her, contrasting the wolf's roughness, his claws tracing her back, sending tingles down to her core. The wolf groaned, a guttural sound that reverberated through them, thrusting into their combined grip. Judy leaned in, her tongue darting out experimentally, tasting the salty bitterness of the tip—hot, musky, making her head spin. The texture was ridged, velvety under her lips as she sucked tentatively, her optimism turning the act into an exploration, bobbing her head with growing confidence.
Nick watched, his own arousal stirring, sheath swelling as he ground against the wolf's thigh, the friction of fur on fur electric. "That's my girl," he murmured, voice husky with pride and desire. He pulled Judy's shorts down, exposing her pink, slick folds, the cool air kissing her wetness. His paw slipped between her thighs, fingers teasing her clit—a small, sensitive nub that made her gasp around the wolf's cock. The sensation was overwhelming: touch like fire, sparks of pleasure radiating out, her juices coating his digits with a sweet, floral scent unique to rabbits in heat.
The wolf, lost in the haze, spun them around, pinning Judy to the wall now, her back scraping against the rough graffiti, the neon light bathing her in pink glow. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, paws digging into his shoulders. "Gonna fuck you raw, bunny," he snarled, aligning his tip with her entrance. Judy whimpered, a mix of fear and excitement, her body trembling. "Be gentle—wait, no, don't!" But her words dissolved as he thrust in, stretching her tight walls with his girth, the knot bumping against her lips. Pain mingled with pleasure, a burning fullness that made her cry out, ears flopping back. Each thrust was deep, rhythmic, the wet slap of flesh echoing, her juices squelching obscenely.
Nick positioned himself behind the wolf, his own cock—sleek, tapered, with a fox's pointed tip—emerging from his sheath, hard and leaking. "My turn to show how a pred fucks," he quipped, smirking despite the intensity. He lubed himself with spit, the salty taste lingering on his tongue, then pressed into the wolf's ass, the tight ring yielding with a pop. The wolf howled, bucking harder into Judy, the chain reaction amplifying everything. Nick's thrusts were calculated, sly, hitting that spot inside the wolf that made him savage—grunts turning to roars, the night howler in his system edging him toward ferality.
Sensations overloaded: the alley's chill contrasting their heat, sweat matting fur, tastes of salt and musk on tongues, sounds of moans and flesh, smells of sex thick in the air. Judy clung, her nails raking the wolf's back, orgasm building like a storm—waves crashing as he knotted her, swelling inside, hot seed flooding her depths in pulses. She screamed, a high-pitched keen, body convulsing, milking him dry. Nick followed, biting the wolf's shoulder to muffle his groan, his release spilling deep, warm and sticky.
As the wolf slumped, panting, Nick pulled out with a wet pop, helping Judy down. Her legs wobbled, cum dripping down her thighs, a sticky warmth that made her blush. But in the afterglow, her eyes met Nick's—vulnerable, affectionate. "We... we got the info," she panted, ever the optimist, pulling a hidden recorder from her top. The wolf, dazed, spilled secrets about the smuggling ring before stumbling away.
Nick chuckled, pulling her close, his paw gentle on her cheek. "Yeah, Carrots. But next time, let's skip the third wheel." Their lips met in a real kiss, soft at first, then hungry—tongues dancing, tastes mingling, bodies pressing in promise of more. In Zootopia's shadows, prejudices faded, leaving only them—partners in every sense.
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