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Mystic Pleasure

Part 1

For HeruAnubisSolares

By Draconicon

Something snapped in Judy after her visit to the machines beneath the Oasis, though nobody else entirely understood what. She still went to work, though seldom with the same sort of attitude that she had when she'd become the first bunny cop of the city. She still worked with Nick, though Officer Wilde reported more than once that she was constantly distracted by something in her own head.

She was still capable, and she still did her job, but there was something off about her, something that nobody could quite pin down. Anyone else would have been fired, but the hero of Zootopia had more leeway than the others, and she didn't get kicked from the force.

She was, however, warned. If she didn't shape up, she would be reassigned, which would be almost as bad. Judy barely heard, merely filing it away as she took the beratement from one of Bogo's underlings rather than from the bull himself. She heard it, listened, nodded, and walked away.

Walked with more of a sway, too, the cheetah giving the lecture would notice. She did that intentionally; it was all part of her new outlook on life.

With the day over with, Judy slipped into her car and turned the key in the ignition. Her body moved almost on autopilot, taking her out of the parking lot and onto the roads. Did she understand where she was going? Yes. Did she know why? Not a clue, other than the fact that it felt right and she needed something that felt better than just going home.

It was a miracle that she didn't get into an accident with how lost in her head she was. The clothes she wore were uncomfortable. Even the loose-fitting sweats and t-shirt that she had picked out for her off-duty apparel didn't feel right, almost like they didn't belong on her. She wanted to get rid of them, but something else told her no.

No. It said 'not yet'.

She kept driving, eventually reaching the Mystic Springs Oasis. There was something about it that still tickled the back of her mind, something that made her feel good here. She remembered briefly that she and Nick had come here so long ago, that they had done things to track down someone that was good, someone that needed it.

Then the memories were gone, and she remembered something else. Something deeper, something that was buried throughout the course of the day.

Nangi.

Mistress.

Judy moaned, spreading her legs where she sat as just the thought of her elephant mistress made her pussy get wet, her juices staining her underwear and spreading through her jeans. She moaned again, thrusting her hips upward, feeling the wetness spreading further, staining her thighs, all but soaking through her pants as she huffed and panted, shivered and shook from the memories that had somehow been completely hidden inside of her own head. Why? How? She didn't know. She was just a dumb bunny, and the mistress elephant had her reasons for everything she did.

The bunny panted as the psychological orgasm rolled through her and left her again, leaving her panting happily in the front seat of her car. What little shyness she'd had left on her job was already gone, and she stripped happily in her car, throwing her shirt over her shoulder into the back seat, followed by her pants, and then her panties. Everything went back there, and the raw musk of a rabbit that was nearly in heat spread through the inside of the car. The windows steamed as she gathered herself, hopping out of her vehicle, feeling the heated sidewalk under her toes.

"Mmm...mmm..."

She felt right again, better than she had all day. The feeling of being naked was so, so, so much better than being clothed. Members of Nangi's special group, special class, special people were not to wear clothes. They were better off naked.

Better off in general.

Stop thinking. That was what she had to do. Stop thinking and just do what she was told. A good bouncing bunny, a happy bouncy bunny, going along with everything that came her way.

Judy smiled as she made her way to the crosswalk, feeling the natural sway of her hips and focusing on that. There was a feeling of something else, almost like a pendulum in her mind, and every time her hips swayed, so did that pendulum, and it dropped her further and further from her day to day life. The cop work, the daily beat, the investigation into the missing animals that had brought her here so many days ago: all of those things were forgotten, and in their place came the thoughts of Nangi and her day to day things in the Oasis.

She was wet by the time she reached the crosswalk. She was dripping when she crossed the street.

As she walked up to the Mystic Springs Oasis, she could feel the eyes of other animals drifting over her and then fixing on her bare ass, or on her little breasts, or on her swaying hips. Cheetahs, gazelles, foxes, tigers, and more spotted her, staring at her. Once, she would have been embarrassed, and perhaps there was some small part of her old personality left that still was. Certainly, there was something that burned in her cheeks as she approached the front door, but it was small, meager, something easily ignored. All it did was add to the pleasure running out between her legs.

She pressed her hand to the door and opened it. No receptionist this time, but that was to be expected. Yax went home when the sun went down, and there was nobody needed to watch it at night, at least, most of the time. She imagined that Nangi - the mistress - had someone in mind to take care of it later. Once night fell, most of the people that weren't part of the mistress's group left, and she was able to do what she needed to do with those that remained. Those that were faithful.

She walked through the lobby and into the dying light of the Oasis upper floor. Other naked animals waited for her there, and they were all the same as she was. They were glazed in the eye, their minds elsewhere, and they panted softly as they meditated, as they posed, as they waited.

She was no different than them. She joined one of the yoga groups, moving to stand on one foot. The motion was simple. It was practiced, and it made her feel more at peace. The fact that she was able to stand with the heel of one foot all but pressing against her pussy only made it better, and the smell of sweat and other bodies in the air left her shivering happily. She felt like a good bunny. A good, dumb, bouncing bunny that needed to put on a show for her mistress, and...and...

And she didn't know what else. There was still something missing, something that she had to learn and understand to do properly. But she would learn.

She was good at that.

The minutes ticked away, and she, like the others, breathed deeply of the musky scent that came from a naked body. She enjoyed it, and as she breathed, she thought, and relaxed, and kept her focus on the things that should demand her attention. Obedience, focus, emptiness of mind. She was not a cop here. She was a good bunny. She was Nangi's bunny.

The moments passed, and eventually, the last of the customers left the Oasis. Those that remained wordlessly stood up, gathering together and following something that only they heard and understood. There were words in their minds, commands that hadn't been there until only that moment, but they demanded obedience all the same. Judy followed many others that were taller than her to the far end of the main outdoor part of the Mystic Springs, finding the hidden stairs that went down below, further and further below the surface. If anyone had been watching, she knew that they would eventually have stumbled upon the hidden entrance, but there was no-one watching the Oasis. Nobody knew that she had been taken in. Nobody knew that she was one of them now, and that would be the downfall of so many in Zootopia.

Was that a bit of a bad guy thought? Perhaps, but Judy had stopped being a cop. She was a thing, now, an empty vessel waiting to be filled. The cop part of her life was nothing more than a layer that she was happy to shed.

Down, down, down they went, and soon, they reached the great hallway that led to Nangi's various chambers. Some were even legitimate; Judy had a vague memory of there being a sauna down here that others had bragged about going to in the past. It was something that she had never taken advantage of, though, and she was only aware of the rooms that had been part of her breaking.

The sybian room, in particular, loomed large in her mind. She turned as they walked by it, looking at the various members of Nangi's little group that had been strapped down, that were being trained, that were being broken. Most of them wore gas-masks, now, and were being fed with Nighthowler.

Oh, she remembered that. She remembered that painfully well, how good it had felt to have her mind twisted, warped, brought low to be in touch with the deep instincts that craved to be let loose again and again.

"Mmmph..."

Her pussy clenched, and she juiced her thighs. It was nice.

They walked down the hall to the sauna, a vast open room of stone, steam, and brass pipes. The steam continued to flow in, and every member of the group immediately broke out in a sweat as they stepped inside. Most went to the sides of the room, taking their place on a towel wrapped around a dildo of sorts, sitting on it and impaling themselves. Judy, however, took a different place.

Instead of going to a seat, she stood in the middle of the room. Completely conscious of her nudity and yet not bothered by it, she stood with her hands crossed behind her back, standing with her chest thrust as far forward as the little breasts allowed, not panting, but still feeling excited. Her pussy dripped slowly, and if it wasn't for the fact that she was standing straight, her legs pressed together, she might have started slowly going into the splits from how wet she was leaving the floor. She bit off a moan as she looked at her mistress across the room, her head held high.

Nangi was seated on something rather than someone. A bovine of some sort served as her chair, and she shifted herself side to side, using him as support for her great and powerful rump. His cock stood up between her legs, and it was a massive one, too, though barely sufficient for something Nangi's size. Judy's eyes dropped to it, feeling a clench between her legs, but it was soft, less than nothing as she looked up at the elephant again. She wanted to say something, but words would not come. They weren't for her, but rather, for the woman in front of her.

Eventually, the elephant smiled, nodding, gesturing. Judy took it as the command it was, stepping forward, then lowering herself between the other woman's legs. Not for her pussy, but for the bull cock on display. It throbbed, bouncing up and down, and she knew that it was responding to the elephant's scent, to Nangi's powerful odors. It was that scent that had dragged her down so many times before the Nighthowler became part of it, before she had lost her mind to it. She could only imagine how lucky the male was beneath her, to know that pleasure without prior experience.

"You have done well, Judy."

Judy blushed to be congratulated by her mistress, lowering her head, but there was nowhere to go but onto that cock. So, she opened her mouth.

Pop.

The soft sound of it sliding past her lips was new, and she barely realized that she had already started sucking him off. The taste of the bull's shaft was surprisingly pleasant, clean, without the nastiness that she had half-assumed would be there. She was comparing it to the remembered taste and touch of her mistress, and though it came up wanting, it wasn't bad. Not bad at all. She sucked a bit deeper, giving herself the chance to really go down the length of it.

It isn't as good as Nangi's trunk.

Judy almost told herself that she hadn't indulged in that, but then her memory proved her wrong. The remembered sensation of that long, leathery limb thrusting down her throat, holding her mouth open, using her no less than this cock was using her mouth now, was enough to send a shiver down her spine. Oh. Oh, that had happened, and this was so much less than that powerful thing.

But she didn't stop sucking.

Not one bit.

"You have done well, Judy," Nangi said again, and Judy blushed, her sex clenching between her legs. "You are so much more what you should be. Repaired, no longer broken."

No longer broken.

She flashed back to her breaking, to her time on the sybian. She remembered, briefly, how it felt to be in that place, to feel her body breaking, to feel the addiction to pleasure inside her, to know how it would only take one little hit of Nighthowler to bring it all back. The rabbit had given in, begged for that pleasure, thrown all caution and self-preservation to the wind. Her old life had lost all meaning. All that mattered to her was getting off, and after that, serving the one that helped her.

Serving Nangi.

Serving her mistress.

She bobbed her head up and down, sucking slowly on the bovine cock, feeling it oozing down her throat. The salty taste, the hint of musk on it, told her that Nangi had been on it at one time, allowing it inside of her. She shivered, imagining how it would feel to have that tattooed sex against her face once more.

Judy looked up, admiring the lines of ink that ran across the elephant's body. Many had only seen the marks that ran across Nangi's stomach and breasts, the various tattoos making her look less like an elephant and more like a goddess. She was so much more than a person, so much more divine than that.

She was the mistress of the Oasis, and Judy belonged to her. She was a dumb, bouncing bunny that followed orders. And she needed more.

The bunny that had been a cop, had been so independent, had been so focused on being good and helpful to everyone, looked up from the cock she was sucking. Nangi looked back, nodding.

"You are almost ready to leave your other life behind."

"Mmm..."

"Soon, but not yet. Soon."

Judy had not realized until she heard that how much she looked forward to leaving being a cop behind, but she did. It wasn't her. She couldn't be naked on the force. She couldn't serve people the way that she could hear. She couldn't spend all day learning from Nangi, her mistress, and being better than she could ever be alone. She belonged here, not out there. She bowed down, sucking again, swallowing, pulling more of that bovine cock deeper into her throat, feeling it pulse and then spit down her throat. It felt good, warm and salty in the proper way, rather than just a churning mess the way that it might have otherwise been. The male attached kept moaning, too, meaning that he was a long way from a proper climax. She could nurse him for a while.

As she bobbed up and down, savoring her chance to serve, Nangi kept whispering, speaking, commanding.

"You will find more for me, Judy."

"Mmm?"

"You will find more. You will bring them here. You will help them see the truth."

"Mmm."

"They will come to serve as you do. And when we have enough, you may join us."

"..."

"And you will serve the flower."

"Mmmph..."

"You will huff it again. You will lose yourself. And I will find you and set you on the proper path."

Judy was getting wetter and wetter the more that she heard, and she couldn't help but imagine what that new life would be like. No more stressing herself out trying to function in the world out there. No more holding back. All she had to do was follow orders, do what Nangi told her, and that...

That would make things better.

No more stress.

No more worries.

No more loss of pleasure.

She would have everything that she could ever want, everything that she could ever need. All she had to do was bring Nangi more people, and she already had a few in mind. There was Major Friedkin, a polar bear that had served as the training officer for the ZPD for a while. She had always complained about not having the time or space to relax and feel more herself after work. A simple invitation to a yoga class or two would go a long way, and from there...

From there, they would have someone else on the inside, someone that would drag all cadets down to the Mystic Springs, where each one would be slowly conditioned, made like her. The city would be 'served' by those that belonged to Nangi, that had been taught by her.

Yes.

Yes.

That was right.

"You have a thought."

Nangi said it as if it was a bad thing, and Judy immediately felt guilty. She pulled her head back from the bovine cock and lowered her head, nearly pressing her nose into the hidden male's balls.

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"What did you think?"

"I...I thought of others. Other cops to bring to the Oasis, to work for you."

"..."

"And learn from you."

"..."

"And serve you," Judy said, feeling pushed to answer again and again from the constant silence. She didn't know how to handle it. She just knew that there was something going on, something that she didn't understand. "I want to serve. Tell me...command me...give me orders."

"I will...but first..."

Nangi shifted her hips, and at first, Judy thought that she was just getting comfortable on the male beneath her. But no, the elephant stood, and as she did, Judy finally got the chance to see just who had the lucky role of the elephant's chair.

It was Chief Bogo.

His eyes were completely hazed over, his mind so far gone that it was arguable that he didn't even know where he was. He might not even understand that he was granted such an honor, though it was a shame that he was given it if he could not appreciate it. Judy's mouth hung open. If he was here, then that meant that there was no chance of Nangi ever getting caught. Not now.

No. There was...

There was one other officer that might take it far enough, that might cause problems. Her partner, Nick. He was still...

Judy struggled to think, to remember, but she could just barely recall how the day had gone. Nick had been the one to report her, the one that had dragged that cheetah into this mess and gotten her lectured. The fox was...worried about her, she vaguely remembered. He'd demanded an answer to what was happening to her, what was wrong with her, and wouldn't be put off.

If anyone would push for an answer to what was happening here at the oasis, it would be Nick. Once, that thought would have made her smile, given her a sense of relief. Now, it terrified her.

If he finds me, he'll take me away from this. Away from my mistress. Away from everything.

That couldn't be allowed. Nick would not be given the chance to ruin everything. She would stop him. She had to stop him.

But she couldn't do it alone.

"Mistress..."

"Yes, Judy?" Nangi said.

"There's only one more that can hurt you. May I have permission to think?"

"Why?"

"I know him. I know how he thinks. Or...I used to. I think I can make it better. I can make him one of us, if I can think it through."

"Tell me what you know. Bunnies do not think. I think for you."

And that made so much more sense. She bowed her head in thanks to the elephant, glad to have Nangi to take that worry from her. All she had to do was give what she understood, what she knew, to the greater woman, and everything would be taken care of. All she had to do was tell what she knew.

And so, she told everything. She talked about Nick. She talked about Major Friedkin, and the possibilities of turning the ZPD into a recruitment ground for the Oasis. She talked about the way that Nick and Finnick were constantly in cahoots with each other, in touch with other parts of the underground and the criminal element of Zootopia. She let loose every secret that she knew, and more that she had only guessed at, and through it all, Nangi listened impassively to every single one of them. Judy had no clue what the other woman thought, only that she listened.

Finally, she fell silent. The elephant said nothing. Instead, she gestured off to the side. One of the other followers stood up, body smooth and stiff as she slid off the dildo she'd been mounted on to go to a different room. Nangi turned back to Judy. There was no smile, but there was a nod.

"You have done well."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You may sit."

"Thank you, Mistress!"

She hurried to the abandoned dildo. It was large, perhaps one and a half times the size of the fox shaft that she'd once practiced on, but it was still slick and wet, something that she could take. It was smaller than Nangi's trunk, for certain.

And better still, there was still a hint of the lube that had been used before the other female had sat down on it. She would have killed to have it as fresh as it had been when the followers had first come, knowing that the Nighthowler juices would have made her cum in less than a second upon taking it inside of her, but she would take what she could get.

The bunny turned and impaled herself, taking the whole shaft up to the hilt, and her head leaned back as she moaned, feeling herself driven halfway to orgasm in that one movement. Judy's hips moved on their own, rocking forward against that fake shaft, feeling it bumping against her clit as she took the whole thing down her pussy, feeling it bulging against her stomach slightly, and she moaned for more. She would have bounced on it if it wasn't for the fact that Nangi fixed her with a stern stare, freezing her in place as she waited for the other female to return from her task.

Thankfully, it didn't take long. The doe returned with a flower in hand, and Nangi nodded. The doe turned it around, pressing it against a pair of panties, and smeared the blue flower against it. The Nighthowler had just enough scent to spread through the room, and all assembled came on the spot, squirting against the ground or spraying the air with something more masculine. All eyes were closed, but all bodies were tense.

Save for Judy. She moaned, she whimpered, the addiction deep in her skull screaming for her to do something, but she couldn't move. She had been commanded with nothing but a look, and that command had to be obeyed. The rabbit squirmed, curling her toes against her ass as the doe continued with her strange action, smearing the flower all over the inside of the pair of panties.

And then, when the flower was nothing more than a bit of debris, the doe turned to her. She carried the panties across the room, fingers through the leg holes, and then brought them forward. Judy gasped as the wet spot where the flower's juices had been pressed was held right to her nose. One breath -

"NNNNGH!"

The moan that ripped past her teeth was barely muffled by the panties in her face, leaving her gasping, shaking, his churning as they bounced in the meager little inch that they were allowed. One breath, two, three, each desperate huff of the flower dragging her further down to that instinctual place. It was just one flower, just one little bit, not nearly enough to get her to that place to stay, but it was enough to get her off. More than enough to get her off, as she squirted hard.

"Nnnngh...mmmph..."

And yet, even as she came, even as she soaked the dildo so deep inside of her, she knew that something was off. Something was wrong. It wasn't...it wasn't the same as the time she'd cum from it going through the gas-mask.

"Ah...ah..."

"A reminder, Judy. A reminder that I pick your path, and you must follow it."

"Yes...Yes, Mistress..."

"Breathe."

She had no choice. She breathed, and she fell.

Judy left the Oasis with a vague memory of Chief Bogo gathered from the floor and held to Nangi's breasts, the chief made to suck at her tits and take in her scent and taste in equal measure. He was being told to close the case, to stop thinking about the different animals gone missing. It was time to move on, and he would make sure that nobody looked into the Mystic Springs. It was done.

Judy wobbled as she walked back to her car. The street lights were on, but she still stumbled, half-blinded with the sort of pleasure that she'd been given. Her body was already aching for more, but at least the edge had been taken off the hunger that she'd been fighting all that time. She felt more...more focused, she supposed, rather than so dead to the world and out of it.

There was still the problem that she'd face tomorrow at work. She had to work with Nick, but for now, she had other orders, too. She had to take care of Major Friedkin, find a way to invite her to the Oasis without tipping her off to the real nature of the place. She had to juggle the other malleable officers of the ZPD without blowing her cover. Eventually, she'd have to drag Nick over to a lesson, too, and that would be the end of the threat that he posed to her new pleasure.

And more than that, it would be a chance for them to be closer. So much closer. So much better together.

Judy stopped at her car, almost instinctively pushing her ass out. She was sure, on some level, that she looked like a streetwalker that was putting herself out for business. Maybe that was something that Nangi would make her do in the future, maybe not, but it wasn't a bad thought, really. It was kind of hot, kind of kinky, something that she would probably masturbate to later.

But her thoughts were more on Nick, and the thought of him going from the blatant scoundrel that he had been, to a cop, to her new partner in the cult of Nangi.

Was that the right word? Were her thoughts floating too much to really paint a good picture?

She didn't think so. They were all devoted to Nangi, and Nangi showed them the way. It was that simple, and that easy. She would not have traded that life for anything in the world, and that was even discounting the addiction she had to the Nighthowler, now. With it, she knew that there was nothing in the world that would be able to satisfy her properly again.

Not even Nick, much as she cared for him.

But he will be happier with us...so much happier with us...

Judy smiled as she imagined the naked fox walking through the Oasis with her, of having him go wild when he had his dose of the Nighthowlers, and how they would turn him into a rutting stud of a fox. The very idea was enough to send shivers down her spine, making her imagine doing things for him that she never would have done for another male. Just offering herself, putting her ass out, letting him fuck both holes, making her into a plaything for preds.

Mmm...

It was almost good enough to match her fantasies of Nangi, and that was saying something. The elephant was better than anyone else, stronger, more arousing, and her curves and scent did so much for the rabbit. She moaned just thinking about it, wiggling her hips as she kept playing with her keys, trying to find where they went as she dripped down her thigh.

Sadly, the thoughts didn't last forever. They couldn't. She still had to pretend to be a cop, after all, and if she remembered everything that she had done, everything that she wanted, she might say it to the wrong person.

She was a dumb little bunny, after all. Dumb, horny, too eager to get fucked, too deep in her own addiction to question what she was doing. It was a good thing to keep her obedient, but a very bad thing to let her do anything complicated. Better to just forget, to let those thoughts stay buried until they were needed again. Nangi would think for her, and that was for the best.

Judy finally unlocked her car when she was 'smart' enough to see the keyhole again, hopping inside. For a moment, she considered getting dressed for the drive home, but her pussy was still soaked, and so were her clothes in the back. She could have gotten dressed, but she'd stink the whole way back.

And besides...it was kind of nice to be naked. Perhaps she'd just take up naked driving, particularly this late at night when there was nobody else to watch her do it. She smiled, blushing, and pulled out of park, making her way down the road on the moderate drive back to her apartment. As she did, she blushed every time that the street lights shone on her, imagining that someone would see her like this, that they'd realize that they were getting a perfect view of the best bunny cop in Zootopia. The very idea was enough to make her drip all over her thighs again.

"Mmmph...Ah...ah..."

It didn't take long before she was masturbating every time that she reached a stop light. She didn't know why, didn't know what had come over her to make the idea of getting off in public so hot, but it was next to impossible for her to fight. Everything just felt so good, and she all but screamed every time that her fingers plunged in to take her close to another orgasm. They were right on the edge, so close to actually satisfying...

But they never actually came. Not once.

And the longer she did it, the less she noticed that one car that followed her from the Oasis all the way to her apartment, nor the fox inside that stared in shock as she walked naked from her car door to the building. Judy was so lost to the world that she had no idea that her own partner had seen her debase herself like that, nor would she have cared in that moment if she had seen.

The End

Summary: Judy Hopps continues her slow decline, slipping deeper into Nangi's control and giving up her freedom to help the elephant accomplish her goals.

Tags: F/F, F/solo, Nudity, Judy Hopps, Nangi, Elephant, Size Difference, Bull, Blowjob, Dildo, Nighthowler, Rule 34, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Squirting, Fingering,