Did it make him want to fuck his mom, and if so how could he fight that?
And how could he make sure she doesn't remember the next time she puts on Judy?
Before he could finish his train of thought there was a knock at the door. He jumped, startled, and dropped the box and booklet. They clattered on the floor as the door swung open and Gail looked sheepishly inside.
"Sorry honey, did I startle you?"
Her son pulled off the head. "No mom, it's fine. Just trying to learn more about these costumes like we said."
"Oh that's good Carter. But why don't we throw them on and learn by doing?"
"Whuh-what?" he said, a shudder in his voice.
"Oh come on! Don't be a baby. You were perfectly fine with wearing them last night. It helps to get some practical experience when it comes to these things."
She sounded forceful. Enchanted almost. Perhaps the character did leave an impression. A desire to reunite with the suit.
Truth be told he sensed it in the back of his mind. A comforting notion. Put it back on. What's the worst that could happen?
"You'd let me know if you didn't want to, wouldn't you?" she asked with an earnest tone.
Carter was struck by her caring words. His panic began to subside and the voice in the back of his mind -- the mischievous instincts of a confused and horny youth that spoke with hormonal longing -- egged him on.
"Sure I would," he answered, "I don't have a problem with wearing it again." Welp, there goes my one out.
Nagging doubt subsided and was replaced with a mix of giddiness and anxiety.
"Besides," he continued, "you're right. It would be good to practice."
* * *
Once the initial unease of donning the ridiculously-sexy costumes had abated, and they were fully-clothed in character-appropriate apparel, Carter and Gail exited their separate bedrooms and met in the hallway.
"Hey," he said, his voice converted to Nick's by the headpiece.
"Hi," his mom replied in Judy's own tones.
Carter looked at her in the TrueSuit -- the grey fur, the big eyes, the long bunny ears. She wore a plain light blue shirt and dark jeans, with no footwear. Two large bunny paws poofed out, toes scrunching on the carpeted floor (no doubt a nice feeling through the sensory interface of the suit). She rested her hands on her hips and stared, wondering what's got her son so dumbstruck.
"These came with it," she said, referring to her outfit, "a spare change of clothes. Though even with these proportions I'm sure mine would fit okay."
"Yeah," he chuckled nervously. "I'm sure they would mom. Uh..."
"What?"
Now it was Gail's turn to survey her son's form. 'Nick' looked away and scratched his neck. Dark clawed fingertips bled into warm orange fur that ran up the arm and all over his visible body. A v-neck t-shirt in yellow was draped over his top half, and a pair of shorts clad his lower half. A more causal look than last night's apparel. She ran her eyes over his red-furred legs and once again admired the construction of the suits.
"Uh, well," he continued, "I'm talking to you-you, right? Not Judy-you?"
The rabbit looked confused, but quickly nodded.
"So, uh...no pop-ups or anything digital-looking? You still feel yourself?"
Gail/Judy paused and looked to the side for moment, then replied: "yeah, I think so. Still your silly old mom!"
"That's good -- I was reading about the..."
He caught himself. No good telling her these things mind-control you -- that might make her remember!
Fuck...I've started so what do I say...?
His body ran cold as he stumbled over his words.
"The uh...that it could take some time before the suits fully integrated with the wearer. Y'know -- how you can feel things through it."
"Oh right yeah, totally," Gail chirped, oblivious. "That's the weirdest part for me. How real it all seems."
"I suppose it is real, isn't it? I mean, they are physically on us. We're physically wearing them, connected to them...like physically..."
She laughed. "You clearly had trouble with the instruction manual."
"Yeah yeah -- go laugh about it. We're both wearing the freaky things!"
"Honey," Gail reminded him, "if you don't like this you can go take it off. I know this wasn't your idea but I would appreciate spending time with you. We can always do something else."
"No, mom, that's okay."
After reluctantly donning the anthro fox for the sake of a proper test-drive, Carter went with Gail downstairs where the pair of them went about their day. The house was quiet, and nobody came a-knocking on the door while they wore the TrueSuits (that would've been a hard thing to explain!). An hour passed, and with no sign of any lost memories, involuntary behaviour, or automatic role-playing from either of them.
Good, thought Carter, that 'Character Mode' shit hasn't kicked off yet. Hopefully it won't, but who's to fuckin' say with this technology!
True to his hopes, no icons or indicators that he was being interfered with appeared in his vision. He was in complete control. The sights, sounds, tastes, and touch of every god-damned thing in the house was fully his own -- transferred of course through the neural interlink of the suit.
Further conversation with his mother across the hour confirmed that she was feeling no ill effect.
He breathed a sigh of relief as a second hour passed without incident.
* * *
Carter had gone back upstairs to his room, citing tiredness as the reason to disengage from Gail. She had smiled and bade him farewell -- happy with the time she'd spent with him tidying up the house and running various other chores. Alone, she started refilling the dishwasher and thinking.
Gosh, I could really get used to this!
It's like nothing I've ever worn before. Last night's trick-or-treating must have been amazing...
She paused. Stopped in thought as if something had struck her.
"Hmm," she mused aloud.
Why had she no memory of last night?
And then, soon as it had come, she pushed aside the notion. Her rational mind explaining away the strangeness she felt...
I shouldn't have had so much to drink!
God I hope I didn't make a fool of myself in front of Carter...
Suddenly, after a minute of busying herself in the kitchen a strange sensation emerged. She knew not where it came from, but it caught her out just as much as her previous thoughts.
"Ooh."
She felt a tingle down below.
As if her wet dream had begun anew she felt her body ache for love. The familiar feeling of longing, of low-level horniness that threatened to grow in power until it consumed you.
"Mmm," murmured Gail as she ran her hands over her body.
Perhaps it was her squat in front of the kitchen appliances -- causing her unfamiliar jeans to tighten and squeeze certain areas -- that got her heated. Gail dared to drop a hand down to her thigh, brushing over the obstructing layer of clothes and arriving atop her crotch. One motion turned into many slow movements as she rubbed her fingers over the groin of the jeans. Lost in the feeling she bit her lip -- the rabbit-head of Judy contorting into an expression of naughty indulgence.
She felt good.
Even though she was clothed, the rubbing sensation was enough to send jolts of pleasure through her body. The blissful moment did not last, however, as common sense got the better of her and she stood up. Her breathing was slightly laboured.
She stared her her hand/paw.
"Oh that was...inappropriate," she whispered to herself.
Shame ruled her thoughts. And yet, there was amazement. Amazement at how her body reacted. The costume couldn't be this advanced, could it? Her mind ran a mile a minute. She told herself she was being stupid: of course the suit could transmit that kind of feeling. Every other feeling had been perfect -- as if she wore nothing but the shirt and jeans -- so why wouldn't this?
Stealing away to a bathroom, the anthropomorphic Judy Hopps bounced on her springy paws with renewed enthusiasm. Gail was still in full control, but the shock of her masturbation had rattled her.
She thought about why Alan had purchased these TrueSuits, and bit her lip at their purpose.
Al, you dog!
...
And I convinced my son to wear one of these!
Ugh...I'm so embarrassed.
Slapping her face, Gail told herself to get a grip. Before yesterday she'd guessed Alan had something dirty planned, and the way the suits left nothing to the imagination certainly supported such a theory. But she could always dismiss that without one-hundred-percent proof. To play along with the idea these were just silly costumes, not a perverted cosplay like her son had joked.
Now...here was that very proof.
"Well, at least everything was prim and proper. Halloween meant it was okay. Carter didn't seem to mind wearing his...and as long as we don't mention the fact these are sex toys everything will be alright."
That's right, Gail Edwins, push it down, way way down...
She moved to leave but without thinking straight her fingers went to the latch and locked the door. An idea formed.
Well...seeing as Alan's not here to...help...
Gail removed her jeans and sat down on the nearby toilet seat. Now, in complete privacy she could experiment. Her furred fingers once more dove south. A sharp intake of breath cut the stale silence as she touched her (Judy's) pussy-lips, now bare to the world.
"Oh God..."
It was as if she was touching herself without anything in-between. No layers of synth-flesh and cybernetically-enhanced skin. Nothing. Just her fingers, and her womanhood.
Her breathing slowed as she drew long strokes with her fingers -- the animal-like pads a rough sensation on the delicate nether-lips. Her fingers formed an upturned 'V' as she rubbed up-and-down. She felt wetness. Her body lubricating in anticipation of sex. And more surprising still: her dampness flowed from Judy's tingling pussy as if it were her own.
Gently massaging her labia, Gail moaned quietly before beginning to rub her clit. Well, Judy's clit. Swollen, and dripping, it loomed above her entrance, a pulsing promontory atop a yawning cliff-face. The little pin-pricks of the claws on each finger jolted her awake from the trance, keeping her wary of making too much mess. Or too much noise.
Fuck! she thought, revelling in the debauchery. I really need Alan to get home soon!
The idea of the pair of them going at it: fox and rabbit, Nick and Judy; began to torment her. The thrill of sexy role-play dangled itself just out-of-reach. Irritating her as much as it teased.
One finger slipped inside, and Gail almost yelled. She clamped a furred paw over her mouth as her eyes rolled back. Dredging pleasure from her depths she slid another in. Two fingers swirled inside her, probing and stimulating her innermost flesh.
I'm almost...
Her body started to shake.
CRASH!!!
Gail jolted upright at the sudden noise. She looked around -- her bunny ears swinging wildly. Her heart raced as she scanned the bathroom. Trepidation enhanced by the flighty rabbit instincts seeping in from the suit and altering her perception.
She swung around a couple more times.
Soon Gail realised she had bumped into the medicine cabinet and knocked over a bunch of bottles inside. Not, as her wayward mind initially feared, someone barging in on her in a vulnerable position. She sighed, partly out of relief her son hadn't seen his mother delving her own depths in the costume she had so diligently assured him was a fine and upstanding piece of apparel intended for non-sexual cosplay.
Judy's a little on the jumpy side, she thought. I mean...makes sense...
Gail glanced at her fingers -- coated in her essence. She very much wanted to continue her act of self-pleasure but found the fright she'd given herself had dampened the mood.
Another time then.
* * *
It took another day before word came that Alan had gotten his flights sorted out and was on his way home. Gail was abuzz with energy -- getting the best sleep she'd had in years. It was that TrueSuit thingy, she reckoned, as both times she'd worn it she slept like a log and woke up fully refreshed.
She had not scheduled another test-drive with Carter as Nick before her husband was due to arrive, so she spent her time cleaning and making the house presentable as herself. With no cybernetic or animatronic assistance.
Carter, likewise, kept to his own devices. A subtle longing for his mom left him feeling guilty. Possibly suit-induced, but he couldn't quite tell. It could just be his twisted mind goading him...teasing with taboo...
* * *
Keys clicked and clacked and jingled. The sound of one sliding into the front door and twisting breaking the silence.
The door opened.
"Honey I'm home!"
Alan's sing-song tone carried throughout the house and was answered by the patter of his wife's shoes coming from the kitchen.
Gail walked into the hallway and gave him a big smile.
"Alan!"
They hugged. And kissed. And shared a sweet look between one another.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Good. Very good. Except for missing my flight but hey, what can you do about the weather eh?"
"You missed a fun Halloween night."
"Oh, was there a lot of decorations?"
Gail nodded. "The whole neighbourhood put their best-ever effort into costumes this year!"
"Great to hear. I'm just sad I missed it. Carter go trick-or-treating?"
"He did."
"Any candy left over?"
Gail shook her head and shrugged.
"Teenagers, eh?"
It was at this moment Gail was faced with a choice, though she was not aware of it. Her subconscious mind was at play, devising the 'correct' decision all on its own.
Before she could even focus on the niggling notion in the back of her mind it was sent speeding away when Alan spoke:
"So...did you get my delivery?"
She could tell the full truth. That she and Carter tried on the suits. But somehow she missed stating that part of her answer...
"Yes. They arrived two days ago."
Alan held her close, looking into her beautiful eyes. "And," he ventured, adding to his words with a squeeze of her rear, "would you be interested in a little romantic role-play?"
"Now?"
"If now suits. Hmm?"
Gail thought. "Well Carter's at the mall with his friends. I don't expect he'll be back anytime soon..."
She looked up at her husband and his devilish grin -- the kind one wore when they had gone without the feel of their loved one for far, far too long.
"Wonderful."
* * *
After showing Alan how to put on the Nick costume, Gail retired to her bathroom and dressed as Judy. The TrueSuit slid on like a comfortable pair of pants, now fully accustomed to her physique. The time it took her to adjust to the sensory integration had shortened to the point that it was almost immediate. The slight modifications the suit performed on her height and body shape were, however, still strange to experience (and Gail knew not how it was even possible).
* * *
Carter whistled as he walked home from the bus stop. None of his friends had been there to meet him at the mall, so he either had to make do with shopping for several hours (and being bored out of his skull) or catching the next bus home.
Trust me to find the one day they're all busy.
He kicked a small rock on the side-walk.
Should've texted first...
* * *
The two costumed anthros explored their naked bodies together. Alan/Nick lovingly kissed multiple spots down Gail/Judy's back as she lay belly-first on their bed. Each smooch brought with it a warm flush as he neared her puff-ball tail and beyond. Her pussy leaked and her muscles contracted with each looming peck as Nick Wilde's vulpine muzzle got closer and closer to her treasure.
Alan/Nick meanwhile, sported a raging erection. The TrueSuit struggled to contain Alan's dick at full mast -- the red rocket appeared swollen and stretched at the unfamiliar size. He pressed his synthetic lips to her ass cheek and listen to the sweet mewling his costumed wife made.
* * *
Carter spotted his dad's car in the driveway. The young man yawned and rummaged around in his pockets for the house keys.
Hope mom hasn't remembered anything. Or I'll be in deep shit.
Although he worried about the possibility of recall, for some reason it bothered him less and less.
* * *
Gail/Judy writhed as she lay on the bed. Alan/Nick's head was buried between her legs, tasting and probing her depths.
"Oh God!" she moaned in the voice of the animated bunny.
"Mmm...you like that?" came the rumbling, amorous reply from her fox lover.
"Yes!"
* * *
Carter trudged up the stairs, not making much noise. He was in no mood to announce his entrance and declare to his parents he'd come home early. All he wanted to do was crash in his room and chill out. Put all thoughts of fucking and freaky costumes out of his mind.
"Yes!"
The muffled cry of his mother stopped him dead in his tracks. Realisation dawned like a second sun. They thought he was away. So that meant...
He crept over to his parent's bedroom and pressed his ear against the closed door. He could hear the creaking of the bed as the two of them shifted and writhed. He could hear the moans of his mother caught in the throes of utmost ecstasy.
He could hear, but curiosity bade him see.
Opening the door as quietly as possible, he peeked through the crack and got an eyeful of his parents dressed in the TrueSuits. Gail/Judy lay on her back as Alan/Nick drew long licks of his inhuman tongue across her needy pussy.
"Alan! Ah!"
Her cries caught Carter off-guard. She used his dad's name.
"Mmm..."
After several more licks his dad paused his eating-out to climb over his mom and whisper sweet nothings into her large lapine ears. A volley of teasing and tender remarks let slip that he too, called her by her real name.
"Gail..."
Sliding back down her furred body, Alan returned to savaging her delicate treasure with his fearsome jaws.
Carter watched on, entranced at the interplay between their furry bodies. Now that he had a third-person view of the action he marvelled at the capabilities of the TrueSuits. How could they do the things they do? How could they make you feel the things you feel? And why wasn't the role-play system engaged?
Unanswered questions abounded.
He saw his mother raise her legs, sticking her broad bunny feet high in the air -- powerful leg muscles stretching and flexing beneath the synth-fur -- and bring them down around Alan/Nick's shoulders, locking him in a most intimate embrace.
"Alan...that feels..."
Her breathing grew hurried.
"Tha...fee..."
Sharper and sharper.
"I'm..."
Loud buzzing caught everyone by surprise.
Carter tucked his head behind the partially-open door, spying on them again only once safe to do so. Alan's head perked up and shot a glance over at the bedside table. There his phone lay, vibrating loudly.
He stood up and looked at Gail, seeing her anguish behind Judy's half-shut eyes. Her need heavy in the steamy breath emanating from Judy's half-open mouth. The desperation inherent in the flicking of Judy's tongue behind large rabbit teeth.
"I am so sorry hun."
He went over to the phone and checked it.
Gail lay flat. Her breathing slowed as Alan's stimulation had stopped.
"God dammit Alan," she wheezed. "What is it?"
"Missed call. Work stuff. Shit..."
Gail sat up on the bed, Judy's naked breasts bared for her son to see (though she didn't know he was there).Alan's phone vibrated again. Having not answered the phone his job had sent a text message, which he read, sitting beside his unsatisfied wife on the bed.
"I need to go to the office."
"Alan!" whimpered Gail, pawing at his back. Gripping Nick's furred hide.
"I'm sorry."
Between them the veil of passion slowly lifted, and the pair set aside their immediate sexual needs in order to be responsible adults; the kind with jobs and mortgages and bills.
Gail spoke, begrudgingly surrendering to her rational adult side: "go."
Alan sighed and turned to her. "I'll be back hun, just keep the home fires burning hmm?"
They kissed. Then, Alan rose and walked toward the bedroom door. Carter, froze as the advancing naked form of Nick Wilde stomped his way. This was the last thing he wanted -- to be caught peeking on his parents' porking!
Lucky for him he was able to dart into the next room over before Alan had a chance to grab the doorknob and twist. Carter lay low as his dad walked out of the room and down towards the large storage room the family had at the far end of the upper floor.
It was a strange sight: seeing his father dressed as a naked fox. His toned figure visibly enhanced by the TrueSuit. His cock bobbing up-and-down as he strolled by, completely unaware of his son's presence. The flex of muscle and the flowing of fur as his legs strode and his arms swung. And, between taut buttocks an orange tail swayed hypnotically.
Truly a once-size-fits-all affair!
Left embarrassed and a little inadequate by his dad's more dominant stature, Carter watched him reach the storeroom and grab a briefcase and a laptop-case. He had the wherewithal to hide when Alan/Nick turned around and marched right back up to the bedroom.
He heard his parents speak, but could not discern the words. He just kept his head down in the other room and hoped no-one wandered in looking for something. Then, the sounds of footsteps and the rustling of clothes. Finally...the creak of someone descending the stairs. Presumably his father.
"Gotta dash hun!"
Yep, definitely his father.
Was the coast clear? He braved discovery and took a look outside. There was no sign of Alan -- but he could hear Gail moving about in his parents' bedroom. Then -- at the sound of the front door clicking shut -- he turned his attention to the hallway. Lying on a box next to the bedroom door was the Nick Wilde TrueSuit; his dad hadn't even stowed it somewhere safe!
Carter stared at the hollow skin and cursed his thoughts as a particularly naughty one emerged. It soon formulated a devious plan that he just couldn't say no to!
Acting on his lustful instincts, he stepped out and snatched the costume, keeping the noise down as he retreated into his hidey-hole. He put on the suit before leaving the room, letting it adjust to his body. He opened and snapped shut his jaws a couple of times to get the feel right around the mouth, and flexed his fingers and toes to make sure all sensory information was being relayed correctly. Then, he rubbed his sheathed cock and watched it push out from its furball of a home and extend to his (Carter's) full length.
Carter/Nick smirked. "Here goes nothing," he whispered to himself in the fox's voice.
* * *
Gail curled up on the edge of her bed and sniffed. Her loins burned something fierce -- an aching pain that had only gotten worse with her husband's tongue-teasing.
Stupid fucking work! Stupid fucking suit...!
She was close to tears as her special moment with Alan had been so rudely torn away from her. She lay, as Judy, in a foetal position -- her own arms' embrace the only comfort she was afforded.
Alan just had to ruin it!
She couldn't blame him. Not really. That was just her horniness talking. Her body's yearning to be fucked. The desire for sex enhanced by the suit as its artificial nervous system blended with her own.
Gail's bunny-ears perked up as she heard the door open. Who could...?
She looked over her shoulder and saw the form of Nick once again.
To her it looked as if nothing had changed, but to an onlooker there was a difference in height and build that suggested -- nay indicated -- that someone else was wearing the costume instead of her intended beau. The magic of TrueSuit technology could only do so much to shift one's appearance! But, when the lust-laden fog descended once more upon gentle Gail's mind as she stared at the vulpine anthro, she didn't notice a thing.
Confusion mixed with desire was clear in her expression. Carter issued a silent prayer and stepped closer, the naked furry body of Nick Wilde flexing and shifting -- obeying every slight motion and signal his body exuded. He opened his mouth -- the snout and jaws of Nick swinging wide and clamping shut as a lifelike, saliva-drenched tongue rolled.
"Hi honey," he said, putting on his best impression of Alan's mannerisms.
"Alan? I thought you had to leave..."
Carter/Nick took another step closer. "It's okay," he purred, "I called work. Turns out I have some more time to burn before I'm needed."
Gail/Judy's expression changed to suspicious. As if she didn't believe what she was seeing or being told.
"How...how much time?"
He smirked. "Enough."
"Enough to do what?" asked Gail in a faux-nervous tone.
"Oh, you know."
Carter moved quick and swept Gail off her feet, lifting up his bunny-clad mother and carrying her around the bed. He lay her down gently and kissed her belly, eliciting a giggle.
"Ready to resume?"
He looked up at Gail -- her excited face, her head bobbing up-and-down in eager affirmation. It felt right. Whatever qualms remained in his mind about the act he was about to perform did not stand up to the lasting imprint the TrueSuit had left on his psyche. Even though he was aware this time, that didn't stop him. Didn't cause him to question.
As his head drifted downwards, crossing the grey-furred fields of Judy's midriff, he focused on enjoying every moment. Dragging out the crossing of the incestuous threshold to stir greater and greater feelings. Well, actually...it had already been crossed. Nick had done all the heavy lifting for him -- opened the door for him if you will...
He fought with the TrueSuit's 'Character Mode' as it kept trying to reactivate. Little symbols appeared in the corner of his vision but were quickly shut down by Carter lest they return him to the dreamlike state of Halloween night. Clearly he was the only person in the family who knew how to operate the darn things for real -- and his mother's mewling only confirmed that she did not:
"Alan..."
Carter/Nick lifted up his head and spoke softly: "Judy..." He had tried to say 'Gail' but the one part of his suit's Character Mode that had slipped through his ferocious deactivation replaced the words right in his mouth!
"Alan! Don't call me thaaa-t!" she tittered in amusement.
"Why not? It's role-play -- isn't it?" He slid down and kissed her thigh. One peck, two pecks; each felt ticklish as her fur touched his fox-nose. "Call me Nick," he added.
"Okay...Nick!"
Her laughter was like a sweet songbird. Giddy and light. Free-flowing.
Nick (with Carter in full control) smooched along her thigh before reaching her precious pussy. Still hungry for love -- dripping with unsatisfied essence.
"Mmmm...Judy..." came the rumble from between her legs.
Judy (with Gail aware and anxious to resume her tryst) bit her lips as he drew his first taste. "Oo-ooh-ah!" she moaned as unbeknownst to her the tongue twisting and twirling in her depths was not her husband's but her son's. She looked down, through half-squinting eyes, at the pair of pointed ears bobbing and flicking with each new special 'kiss'.
"Oh Ala--oh Nick!" she huffed, quickly correcting herself and giving in to the saucy scenario. A film beloved of her youth, reshaped into a delectable indulgence. Characters she had once adored -- now with her in their place, realising the forbidden implications of Judy and Nick's on-screen chemistry.
Carter/Nick wound his tongue throughout her depths, teasing ripples of pleasure from his squirming bunny mate. Gail/Judy felt an orgasm approach. Finally -- after her fingering and their interrupted cunnilingus she could experience divine release.
"Oh Nick, Nick."
"Mmm-waapuh!" he growled, tongue slipping out and flicking her clit before he kissed her lower lips again.
She could feel him sucking on the folds of synth-flesh lining her entrance -- luxuriating in her lapine labia. Driving her to arch her back and thrash and wheeze as she came. A great squeal echoed through the house as Judy Hopps, model officer of the Z.P.D., got off in the big way; she shook, and quivered, as the pleasure surged through her.
"Ooh-aah," she squealed.
Carter/Nick withdrew his snout, licking lips stained with Gail/Judy's pussy-juices. "You taste good, carrots," he said -- leaning into his knowledge of the old film's characters.
He started to crawl onto the bed and over Judy's naked form, brushing his fur against hers. Their bodies pressing together out of deep need for physical contact after all that tongue-teasing. Gail/Judy threw her head back and gasped as she sensed Carter/Nick playfully kiss up along her belly: starting between the thighs, just above her clit, and leaving little soft smooches on her belly-fur as he marked his progress climbing over his horny prey.
She felt his nose prod her chest followed by the wetness of his lips -- pressing and puckering and producing a damp patch on her fuzzy coat. Then, his head bumped against the bottom of her breasts, her gorgeous cleavage bared to the world. She looked down and tittered (not apologising for that wordplay!) at the motion of her tits as they jiggled with his intrusion.
Nick's head rose and their eyes met. Gail/Judy stared into the green of her partner's; a slight glassy appearance to the artificial orbs, letting her picture Alan's behind them in her mind. Blissfully unaware of her current lover's actual identity.
Carter/Nick returned her gaze into Judy's purple eyes; unlike his mother, he knew who lay behind them. And that fact fuelled his lustful advances. The taboo stirred things deep inside him.
She watched him place his hands atop her bosom, a wry smile forming on his muzzle: "these hard for little ol' me?" he purred as his fingers gently squeezed her nipples. Indeed they were stiff. Tight bundles of synthetic nerves ready to discharge waves of pleasure given the right provocation.
Gail felt them tingle at the fox's touch.
"Oh Nick!"
A second later, his hands were replaced with the rough-yet-pleasurable texture of his tongue dragging over her nipples. Surrounding her peaks and daring to draw out further blissful whimpering from the rabbit.
She cooed as he suckled. Pulling back his head and letting her boobs slip free with a wet pop each time. He loomed over her, crawling further up; his rigid cock bouncing, dripping with anticipation.
Here goes...everything, thought Carter as he positioned Nick's vulpine cock at her entrance. Gently, cautiously he approached -- his eyes closing, head tilting back as if in sensual prayer -- and touched her swollen flesh with his tender tip.
It tickled. He smirked silently as he dared to push his luck. Gail/Judy had shut her eyes likewise and awaited her lover's firm rod. Not a word was spoken. Not a sound was made, save for the faint huff of their breathing.
Here goes, repeated Carter as he pushed forward.
Warm. Tight. Two sensations battling it out as to which was greater as he entered her.
"Nnggfh!" grunted Carter in Nick's shaky voice. His dick pressed into Judy; inch-by-inch he felt it hugged by her pussy, coated in her essence, gripped by her muscled walls. Whereas last night he'd crossed the line unwittingly thanks to the TrueSuit's influence, now he'd gone and crossed it consciously. With a hop, skip, and a jump!
Gail/Judy opened her eyes as she was forced open. Looking up, she saw Nick struggling to contain his ecstasy -- his teeth grit, his breathing shallow, his head thrown back and held there. His cock pushed all the way inside her, as much as his length provided, and with a great gasp and moan he stopped there. The predator conquering his prey...
She fought her flighty instincts. The bunny side of her mind, thanks to the TrueSuit, was rattled by being so close to a carnivorous species. The rest of her, however, welcomed the presence of his penis deep inside her.
"Ah!" she exclaimed as she squeezed her inner walls, drawing another moan from Carter/Nick.
Carter finally looked down, his eyes open. Beneath him, staring up at him all doe-eyed and enraptured, was the love of his life. In the suit Carter felt this love as strongly as any real emotion, despite the role-play system being disabled. Was it his own thoughts? Or a result of the brainwashing last night? What gave rise to such feelings in the heat of the moment?
"Urgh," he groaned as his hips started to slide back-and-forth. His cock, plunging in-and-out. At first slowly, careful not to harm his bunny lover. But then, as passions flared, both he and Judy locked themselves in an ever-increasing intensity of fucking. Grunting, groaning, moaning, whimpering...every conceivable noise you could make during hot, heavy sex.
Gail/Judy wrapped her legs around Nick's waist. Her big rabbit feet bounced comically in the air as the fox rutted her. Their bodies mashed together; each one held the other tight. "Oh, oh Nick..." cried Judy's voice (Gail, despite her current frazzled state, able to keep up the pretence of character names). "Nick..."
"Judy..." came the breathy reply. Carter too, fought to not let slip the wrong name. Something about it made it easier for him to mindlessly ram this rabbit's pussy if he didn't think too much about the fact it was his mom in that costume.
"N-Nick."
She jolted forward and her lips met his. The pair kissed passionately. Every second Nick drove himself to the hilt rocking her world. Her squeals and moans were trapped between their soft lips. His furry sac plapped against her butt. His adventurous hands roamed her body...
Their pace quickened even more. Gone for good was the sensual drawing-out of anticipated pleasure in the early moments of this intimate encounter. In its place a fervent, wild, ravenous coupling. Hips bucking. Screams of delight muffled by their kissing.
Rough, hurried sex. As if they had no time to savour each other.
I'm close, thought Gail, so close. Her mouth parted from her vulpine consort -- saliva dripping from their mutual mingling of tongues. Her jaw clenched as the tension built. The cock burying itself inside her gave no quarter; its pumping producing a yelp every time Nick hilted himself in her heavenly pussy.
Carter too felt his end approach. Beneath the fur and synth-fibres of the Nick Wilde suit he was tired and hot. Nothing dampened his spirits though, and he was determined to ride out his orgasm balls deep in his hot bunny-mother.
Hot bunny, huh? Maybe the suit is having an effect on me...
"Nick!"
He leaned back and looked down at the source of the strained voice -- the big eyes, the half-open-mouthed expression of bliss, the long furry ears pressed against the bedsheets, the breasts wobbling and quaking with each frantic thrust -- and drank it all in.
"Almost..."
He continued thrusting. Judy's brainless expression greeted him, tongue lolling and eyes rolling back as her climax struck. He could feel her walls constrict -- tightening her passage. He pushed. Fiercely and forcefully. Pushed through the new tightness as his costumed mother writhed in pure ecstasy beneath him.
Gail found herself struggling to breath, such was the sensation rippling through her body. Every muscle in her body twitched and jerked. She grabbed a hold of her lover and hugged him tight, grinding her hips against his.
"Inside, Nick, inside..." she managed to utter as her legs held him in-place. "Give me your love!"
Not one to disobey, Carter grunted and obliged; he emptied himself as his own orgasm thundered through. "Inside," came a whisper from below. A hoarse, weary begging that repeated over and over, each time quieter as the rabbit savoured the warmth filling her. He felt the wet stickiness of his cum coat his penis -- the synth-flesh of the TrueSuit conducting every little detail through to his own nerve-endings. He thrust a couple more times, then collapsed on top of his sexual conquest.
Carter's mind swam with debauch reflections. Gail's with pleasant emotion. Neither spoke nor moved to signal to their counterpart they wanted to break the hard embrace they'd forged.
They remained still. Their breathing slowing.
As their mutual afterglow faded, the two costumed lovers snuggled together. Gail was a bundle of giggles, tittering at every little touch and soft press of fur upon fur. Carter meanwhile kept up the act, pretending to be his father and gently caressing his bunny-wife's body.
Soft sighs were shared between them, with sleep threatening to sap their remaining energy.
Gail/Judy turned over and pressed against Carter/Nick, becoming the little spoon in their embrace. She sensed his vulpine cock rubbing against her thigh, right beside the gooey trail of his love-juices leaking from her pussy. A grunt and a rumble deep within the male anthro heralded a brief second spurt of seed as her fur's ticklishness got too much for him.
She sighed again as his kissed her neck and nibbled her sensitive ears.
"Love you," said the resting rabbit.
"Love you too," Carter replied, Nick's voice-changer doing wonders to mask his cadence.
There was a pause. And silence. Then in a curious voice Gail asked: "if Zootopia were real, do you think this is how Nick and Judy would end up? Together?"
Carter gave his best guess as an answer, having last seen the film far too long ago to judge accurately:
"Dunno. You really like that movie don'cha?"
"Big talk coming from the likes of you -- these costumes were your idea!"
"So you're saying I'm the bigger fan here?"
She turned to face him. "Dunno!" said jabbed, sticking out Judy's tongue. This was quickly met by Nick's muzzle as Carter drew her into a kiss.
Two seconds later, lips suitably sopping with shared passion, she spoke again: "but seriously...I'd like to...y'know...know..."
"I mean...yeah, maybe. They're fond of each other right?"
"Mm-hmm. Do you think they would get married? Settle down?"
Carter stifled a groan at his mother's fangirling. "I'm sure of it," he said. "You know -- it sounds like you're fishing for ideas..."
"Or..."
"What?"
"Nothing," Gail stammered. "I was gonna say dredging up old ones."
"Meaning?"
"I, uh, used to write fan-fiction about them."
"Aww!"
"Don't tease!" she shot back at his cooing. Her rabbit-face looked funny all flustered.
"I'm not. I think it's sweet."
Carter/Nick leaned in for another kiss and nibble, leaving Gail/Judy shivering.
"You're a little dork."
She shot him a dangerous look with Judy's eyes.
"Shut up!" she said in a faux-teenage tone. Huffing, she turned away from her supposed husband and gave her butt a wiggle. "I shouldn't have shared that."
"Mmm," purred the vulpine male, planting ever more kisses on her exposed curves. "Relax," he grumbled, "I'm just teasing."
They snuggled together for a while longer. Eventually Carter thought it best to remove himself from the situation so after making sure Gail had fallen asleep he wriggled free of their spooning -- gently withdrawing his arm from beneath her soft body.
"Now you relax, hun. You get some sleep."
Though he moved slowly and carefully as he left the bedroom in truth Carter's heart was racing. Adrenaline spiked as he swiftly strode through the hallway and into the main bathroom. There, he took a moment to steady himself. Control his breathing. Slow his pulse.
He kept his eyes closed as he performed this impromptu meditation. The knowledge of his sexual rendezvous with his mother, this time with complete recollection, swirled and surged within.
And mom is none the wiser...
He opened his eyes.
Before him stood the taut form of Nick Wilde by way of TrueSuit. Something stirred as he stared. An animal lust. He was proud, almost boastful even, at what he'd done. His twisted mind kept him salivating at the prospect of another fuck. And another. And another...
He admired the anonymity the suit provided.
This could be a regular thing...as long as dad's not around.
Red-furred fingers ran across firm chest and coaxed low moans from him. Carter's nude yet covered body left him horny as he watched himself stroke and rub his furry flesh. His hands wandered all over. Then, with his youthful energies replenishing, he felt the pull of desire once more.
Carter groaned in Nick's voice as he fondled his sheath -- encouraging his cock to stiffen and emerge. Self-pleasure ensued, his tongue lolling as his jaws hung open.
But suddenly his let go, his dripping rod flopped free and bounced around. He knew he'd better change -- lest Gail wake up and find him hanging around, raising questions about her husband's business...
No, even as he basked in the sensory flood the suit provided for his dexterous cock-strokes, he knew he had to put away his new toy, and focus on playing pretend in another way: making sure his mother was non-the-wiser. He'd have his fun again soon. He could feel it.