Workin' Too Much (Nick Wilde Fanfic 🍋)

A Day In the Life

Nick Wilde sat on the bench of the bus stop on a Sunday afternoon. His next client was a mysterious man by the name of Mr. Garrison. All Nick knew was that he was a teacher on vacation in L.A and was looking for a fun time. He pre-arranged the meeting on Grindr the day before, and Nick was on his was to the hotel they were going to meet at.

Nick stood up after the bus pulled in front of him. He strolled onto a seat in the front of a crowded bus before the pregnant woman behind him could get to it, resulting in her flying forward when the bus took off. A half hour passed and Nick finally found himself at the Super 8. He saw a man with a green button-up shirt and a short skirt leaning against the railing with a cigarette in hand.
"Hey there, cutie!" He yelled towards the fox.

Nick rolled his eyes and climbed up the musty stairway on the side of the outdoor hall, approaching the client.
"I'll sweet talk you once I get my money." the ginger critter demanded. The teacher laughed, reaching in his rhinestone purse for five hundred dollar bills. "Now put it in me daddy." he smirked, with his hand on his hip.
Mr. Garrison got his room key from his bag and unlocked the door. "Wanna know what else is in my bag?" he remarked as he put his cigarette out on Nick, and then lifting his skirt and shoving the tobacco stick into his panties.

Nick raised his eyebrows. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought. Mr. Garrison closed the window blinds and lit a candle to give the room a sexy aroma. He sat on the bed seductively and beckoned him over, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his laced lingerie. Nick felt his third leg rising behind his fly. He shrugged and slipped off his polo but keeping the tie on. This visibly turned Mr. Garrison on as he saw his sausage slowly peek out from his miniskirt. Mr. Garrison looked at Nick's furry abs and licked his lips flirtatiously.
"Come at me, pretty boy."

Suddenly, the room had heated up. Mr. Garrison was spreading his hairy legs on his stomach for Nick to jam his breadstick in his pepperoni. "Get my handcuffs from my bag, papi..." he said softly, waiting in anticipation. Nick grabbed the icy steel handcuffs from the purse, extra-strength condoms, and grabbed some strawberry flavored lube too. He slathered it on his hands and slipped on the dong sock, and then massaged the liquid onto his clients impatient dunghole. "Put on my cuffs, alpha!" he moaned just as Nick clicked them on his skinny wrists.
Wilde was ready to get wild.

Nick grabbed the sides of Mr. Garrison's slim body, and poked around the entrance for maximum suspense. After a few moments of climax anticipation, Nick thrusted his hot dog into Mr. Garrison's buns. "Ungh~!!" he screamed. Nick rolled his eyes back in his head as he pounded the raw meat into the tiny brown starfish. Mr. Garrison screeched in pleasure, and sweat dripped down Wilde's forehead. He sped up a bit, much to Garrison's surprise. Nick was ready to get spicy with his tactics and accelerated rapidly, making Mr. Garrison start to shake the creaky bed. "Slow down, uh! Slow down~~~" Garrison pleaded, but Nick just smiled and closed his eyes in focus.

Suddenly, the heavy door was awakened by an outside source. "I'm tired of these people leaving their rooms a mes- what in tarnation is this." The room attendant stood in shock, clearly not expecting the room to still be occupied. "O-M-goodness. I am so sorry. Um," she looked away at a fly on the wall, clearly speechless. "Uh, put a 'do not disturb' sign on your door next time..." she said, still in confusion at the sexual scene laid in front of her. Nick and Garrison had stopped their breeding session to stare at the hotel worker dumbfoundedly. Before they could explain themselves, the maid scrambled out the door and down the hall with her cleaning supplies.

Nick looked down at his client, Mr. Garrison eager to continue, even after the incident. Nick was eager to get it over with and get out. But his goal was to get his client happy and relieved. Nick shoved his Willy Wonka in Mr. Garrison's donut hole and ferociously pushed into him in and out, and Mr. Garrison was a screaming mess. "Auh, daddy! Daddy, slow down!!!" Nick ignored the request. He knew that Mr. Garrison was close to creaming, and only increased the force of his thrusts. Mr. Garrison squirmed his arms as they were trapped in his metal cage. He threw his head back in sheer pleasure and Nick could feel his client's donger imprint into the sheets, obviously ready to squirt. "DADDY PLEASE!!!" Nick just gripped his shoulders and gave one last push. The glaze went everywhere.

It was amazing. The pleasure. The sexiness of the puny bottom underneath him. It was one of the best jobs he's had in a while. But when it was over, he just went back home... and waited for another customer to help pay his rent.