Good news, everyone! I finally found some time to push through doing my initial edits of my story and send it off to my proofreader. He's already started making some suggestions for revisions, so with the way things are going, I'll be able to start posting chapters after January 1st, once the holiday madness is finally over. Not sure if I'm gonna make it a weekly or bi-weekly thing, but I think I can confidently say that once the first chapter goes up, you won't have to wait too long before seeing the next one follow.
In the meantime, I decided to give you guys one more sneak peek before the story is actually published. This is going to be the last one though, because if I give any more glimpses ahead of time, it risks spoiling the plot. Anyway, enjoy this little excerpt and try to hold on until January. Hope everyone enjoys their holidays and has a great start to the new year (god, we really need a good year for once, don't we?).
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“Come on!” Nick pleaded out loud, fully crossing his paws over his groin and squeezing his butt closed with all his might. He wasn’t sure if the cameras that had been taken offline had included the ones in the elevator, but he didn’t care anymore. He could feel himself growing more desperate as the seconds ticked by, the pocket of gas and solid log knocking with fury at his backdoor while the dam of his penis struggled to hold back the torrent of his full bladder.
After what seemed an eternity of sluggish descent, the doors of the elevator opened to the first floor, Nick scurrying his way through before they’d retracted all the way. Practically dancing on his feet, Nick looked both ways to get a sense of where he was. Straight in front of him and a few yards from the front entrance was the circular pit that Bellwether’s goons had knocked he and Judy into more than a year ago. The two had put on the performance of a lifetime in order to trick the corrupt mayor revealing her conspiracy to use the nighthowler serum to start a species war within Zootopia. He remembered running off to the left with Judy, past a few paintings of cave-mammals, as well as life-size figurines of animals on all fours before they’d taken a step toward evolution. If the prehistoric section was to the left, that meant the restrooms had to be on the right.
Nick turned his head and felt overwhelming joy at the black sign on the wall, showing a white outline of a tie on the left, and a dress on the right. A toilet was literally one yard away from him, just when he needed it most. Nick scampered across the hall, practically envisioning himself bursting through a stall door, yanking his pants and underwear down before dropping his red hindquarters onto a porcelain seat, and letting his body do what it needed to do without any reservation.
His joy was cut short when he approached the side of the hall with the tie over the door, seeing the entryway held open by a large wagon lined with cleaning supplies on the side. Near the wagon was a yellow plastic sign almost as big as Nick himself, reading “Closed for Cleaning”.
“No!” Nick muttered under his breath, reclenching his groin and sphincter after he’d teased himself with the idea of imminent relief. To know that he’d been so close to a toilet only to have it denied at the last moment multiplied his urgency more than before. Nick had to lean his head down as he squeezed his paws between his legs, tapping his foot and begging his body not to give up the fight just yet. “Uh, excuse me?” Nick asked, looking over the wagon blocking his path, “How much longer are you gonna be in there?”
“Just started,” a disgruntled female voice called out to him, “Probably gonna be another ten or fifteen minutes.” A soft whine escaped Nick’s throat in response to the woman’s claim. Fifteen minutes? He wasn’t even sure if he had five to spare before his muscles gave out and emptied a mess into his pants from both ends.
“Ah-a-any way you could pause and let me get in there? I promise I won’t take long.”
“Not happening,” she replied, “I’m not gonna spend fifteen minutes in here smelling what you dropped in one of the toilets.”
“Well… what if I just have to pee?” Nick begged, feeling bad for lying, but knowing his options were limited.
“I’m not cleaning a urinal that you literally just used, especially if you pick one that I just got done cleaning.”
“It’s kind of an urgent, ma’am! And this is the only bathroom that works in the whole building!”
“Tough. Either hold it like an adult, or go find a building next door to us that has an open bathroom. Not my problem you waited too long.”
Nick ground his teeth against one another, wanting to yell something back at her, before another twinge of his penis and jab at his butthole told him he couldn’t afford to wait any longer. He sprinted away from the bathroom and into the main hall, bouncing between both his feet as he looked at the front entrance. Though it was only a few yards away, it might as well have been several miles. Nick knew he wouldn’t be able to take more than a few steps out the door and down the stairs before his body surrendered to his impending need.
(REDACTED. Wait for the official story to come out. ;D)
This can’t be happening! Nick screamed within his mind, knowing he had less than a minute before the timer at both ends of his body hit zero, There’s gotta be another way. Come on, street hustler, think of something!
Looking away from the door, Nick’s eyes fell on the pit he’d noticed before, and thought back to when he and Judy had put on their act of him turning savage and Judy fleeing for her life. He remembered part of his charade was to crawl through the tall grass, hiding the majority of his body as he skulked out and made it seem as if he were about to make a meal out of the rabbit before him.
Nick carefully crept over to the edge of the pit and looked downward. Just as he remembered, there indeed was a patch of grass that appeared tall enough to hide a fox his size. He’d have to crouch and keep his head low, but from where he stood, it seemed like it would provide enough cover. Despite the fact that nobody was there at the time, Nick still felt hesitant about the idea. If anyone happened to look down from the upper floors, or if someone like the cleaning woman walked by and looked in, he’d be a dead man. Another pulse through his loins and his bottom activated something akin a fight or flight mode within his mind: it was either in the fake grass with his pants down, or in his pants themselves.
Fake grass it is, Nick relented, pulling his paws away from his groin for a moment so he could crouch down and lower himself past the edge of the pit. His small size prevented him from being able to touch his feet to the ground from where he hung, so he was forced to let go and drop a few feet onto the ground. Landing on his feet caused the most intense spasm through his body he’d felt in his life, and he had to use every ounce of willpower he had not to let go right where he stood. A few seconds passed, and Nick prevailed yet again for the moment; however, the drop had cut his time from about thirty seconds of holding it to less than ten seconds.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God,” Nick muttered as he sprinted to the grass, taking a few steps in until he reached the back of the patch against the wall of the pit, “This is gonna be a photo finish.” Nick turned himself around and hurriedly unfastened his button before unzipping his fly, followed by a fierce tug of his pants and underwear down...
