Nothing to fear

Chapter 20

The carrot and pear juice cut with a healthy dose of vodka pushed the aching throb between Judy's ears away enough for her to not scream as another dancer came and dangled his bits in front of her nose, the whole view of deer danglies not in the least appetizing to the bunny. If anyone's danglies had to be shoved into her face, she wished it could be her husband's. Despite her sour mood, it seemed that her sisters and mother were immune and hooted along with the other girls at the 'Zoo-Review Club' as dancers of all different species stripped and strutted on multiple stages around the lounge. She was beginning to think that Nick's Aunt Marnie had the right idea of staying home...

"What gives, Jude?" August asked, the golden brown bunny enjoying the attentions of a red panda that was more than happy to toss her pieces of his costume. "This is like the ultimate sausage fest smorgasbord!"

Judy shrugged, trying to appear to have a good time for the others, particularly Fru Fru who insisted on springing for the evening out to celebrate her marriage to the fox that had become more than just her partner on the police. "I don't want a sausage fest," she muttered. "I want my Nick." The guys were cute enough and there'd been a time where she might have enjoyed the offerings of the club. But something had changed...something in her. Nick's confession had educated her about foxes and their tendency to mate for life. It wasn't just that she'd always found preds to be exotic, but she was starting to act like one! She'd begged for his mark, and then days later marked him in return, the feeling of it being right, of feeling proprietary domain over her fox, just as he had over her, had been...satisfying.

When another dancer came out to music that was more a mix of electronic and synth instead of bass the others began to hoot wildly. The rabbit was all white with yellow-green eyes and he fixed them on Judy, his expression one of smoldering promise as he started to move to the rhythm, bits clothing flying in all directions as he made his way to the silvery gray bunny.

"Oooooo!" Fru Fru squeaked in an excited tone. "It's Rabbitino Lazarro! He's Zoo-Review's latest import! Straight from Italy they say! Almost makes me wish I was a bunny!" the tiny shrew declared.

Rabbitino seemed to float across the stage and then down the polished brass pole at the edge, undulating his body with liquid sensuality before his feet touched the carpeted floor. A quick glance showed that Judy's mother was definitely appreciative of the Italian rabbit's body, the rippling muscles under the smooth snowy fur while her sisters, August more than Mari, was writhing in her chair with the effect the dancer had. They watched his backside with open leering smiles as he strutted to Judy, his eyes on her the whole time before he set a paw on either side of the back rest and began to undulate before her, his G-string doing little to conceal the mass of his genitals.

"I have been told by others that have danced for you," the rabbit whispered as he drew close enough to Judy's head to speak into her ear, his breath warm where it passed over her, "that you are to be wed in the morning. Is this so?" he asked, his accent giving his baritone voice a lilting quality.

Judy nodded as she turned her head when the other bunny got a little too close, the combination of his scent and the cologne he was wearing turning out to be a little too cloyingly sweet for her tastes. As he continued to give her a rather personal dance she gripped the armrests of her seat. "Um...not so close, please..."

The dancer ignored her request. "And is it true that you are getting married to a fox? Have I heard properly from the other bambinas with you..." Rabbitino said as he lifted a leg over the bunny then turned it into a pirouette that carried him behind her chair.

"Already married," Judy gulped in embarrassment as she indicated her ring. "To-tomorrow's just the c-ceremony..."

"Ah!" he husked next to her ear. "Then it is not too late! Let me show you why you need to be with your own kind, bambina!" With a twirl he was back to being in front of her, though there wasn't a stitch on him this time and flaunted his bunny-bits in front of his audience of one. "A fine example of rabbit...such as yourself," he whispered as he moved close enough so that the heat that radiated from his body was a palpable thing, "should not...be wasted on...a filthy fox!"