Workin' Too Much (Nick Wilde Fanfic 🍋)

Risky Business

A day after the first, Nick awoke to a phone call. He didn't usually receive phone calls, but he picked up, as he was curious to see who "Unknown" was. He sat up.
"Hello. Who is this?" The sly fox muttered sleepily.
"I'm Jimmy Crystal. The Jimmy Crystal," The voice said. It was deep and gruff, and obviously stressed. Nick had an idea why he was calling. "I've heard about your work, little critter. And I want to book an appointment at my penthouse ASAP. Quick, I have a meeting. Does 11AM work?"
"It most certainly does, boss man." Nick laughed. The other line was silent, as Jimmy didn't have a sense of humor. "Uh, see you then," Wilde added awkwardly.
"See ya. Oh, and by the way," Jimmy's voice got harsher and quieter. "If you tell anybody about this I will skin you and fly you outside of my window. I got you your own Uber. My assistant. Bye." he asserted.
Nick scoffed to himself after hanging up. He's quite a piece of work, but it's his work.

A half an hour later, a luxury black limo pulled in front of Nick's apartment, a short cat with sunglasses in the driver's seat. He assumed this was his ride, considering how rich Crystal was. Wilde hopped out the building and into the leather seats without saying a word. "S-s-so why does Jimmy want to see you?" the assistant asked, confused. "He said it was classified, but I want to know," he added onto his last request. Nick laughed. "I can't tell you that. If you really wanna know, say my name on the streets and see where that gets you." he scoffed. The cat shut up, staring at Nick through the rear view mirror. He sped up, winding through the streets to Crystal's penthouse.

The assistant escorted him to the room where the deed would take place.
"Good luck," He said, smiling. "By the way, my name is Jerry." He handed Nick thirteen hundred dollar bills. "H-he wanted me to give you this. For... whatever you're here for." The small cat walked off. Nick took a deep breath and opened the door with an already half unbuttoned shirt. He had tried to clean off the milk from yesterday as best as he could, but it didn't matter anymore. It was new day now. Standing in the middle of the room, half naked, was Jimmy fucking Crystal. His schlong dangled in between his skinny little legs that gave Jimmy his height. Nick gulped, being at least a foot shorter than him. His shock wasn't the only thing he'll be gulping. Jimmy looked irritated now.
"Well what are you doing with your jaw dropped like that? Do your job, fox." Nick sighed and dropped to his knees as the doors of the room closed.

It was a sweaty and messy mess. Wilde had Crystal's pink tip halfway down his throat already and rolled his eyes back into his skull as he could hear Jimmy grunting and groaning intensely. He tried to regain his composure and seem tough, but in his head he was sobbing and filled with anticipation. The saliva was dripping out of the gap between mouth and Jimmy's bratwurst, and Nick sped up rapidly, making noises of small chokes and gags. Jimmy moaned loudly, finally arriving at his destination.

He pulled out while still whimpering, and Nick lay naked on the ground breathing heavily. Jimmy laughed, exhausted. He suddenly got up and grabbed Nick by the scruff. Nick whined.
"What are you doing?" He demanded, still panting. Jimmy threw Nick on the bed, and his branch stood up, as if it had a mind of it's own. Nick spread his legs out over the silk bedsheets. Crystal's thick rounded patty found it's way into Nick's corn pocket, and started pounding angrily and intensely. Nick let out a loud groan and suddenly, Jimmy's phone rang.
Instead of stopping or pulling out, he just slowed down a bit and picked up while his peen was still rawdogging Wilde. He grabbed Nick's mouth to muffle his pleasurable sounds as he clicked the phone, trying to silence him. "Hey... oh, Buster Moon?" he muttered in the phone, speeding up. Nick screamed in his paw.
"What was that?" The voice on the phone asked.
"Nothing, just my dog. All right, just get Calloway. Thanks. Bye." He hung up. Jimmy stopped and huffed and puffed. Nick got a deep breath as Jimmy let go of his snout.

"YOU ALMOST MADE A FOOL OUT OF ME." Jimmy yelled. Nick whimpered nervously.
"I'm so sorry, boss man..."
"YOU BETTER BE!" TIME FOR PUNISHMENT, SLY FOX." Jimmy harshly gripped Nick's ears and pulled them back as Nick winced in pain. Jimmy built up his anger, baring his teeth aggressively. He rammed his Philly Cheesesteak into Nick's mahogany slide with contempt. Nick screamed. Jimmy threw his glizzy into and out of Nick's clacker valve as fast as he possibly could, making it seem like he was going faster than the speed of light. Nick grabbed the sheets and moaned in between screeches. "Boss, ungh~ ah! Please!!!" Jimmy didn't listen, but broke a sweat. After a few minutes of this, Nick finally came. The milk squirted everywhere, leaving Crystal angrily exhausted and Nick covered in that sticky semen. "Fucking fox." he grunted under his breath. "I have to do a Zoom meeting. Get out." Nick grabbed his clothes and threw on his tie and boxers and scrambled out the room.
Jerry waited outside with the limo and Nick limped outside, barely being able to walk. He finally got home, and fell asleep.