Nick gently pulls the back of his pants and soon drops the weasel down into it, letting him slip in between the butt cheeks. The weasel grunted as he slipped in, pushing against the sides of the cheeks while pushing under his tail against his tail hole. "N-Nothing Judy, just found his clothes is all." Nick gave the weasel's clothes to Judy and they both checked around the back of the car before Judy walks off with the clothes. Nick waited a bit before he started to clench on the weasel, pressing him up against the musky tail hole. "Unless you want to serve a life sentence in my fox hole, I suggest you tell me something soon weasel..." The fox then grunted and lets out a silent fart before clenching again, pulling the weasel's muzzle a bit into his musky hole before Nick started to head into the police station.
The weasel started worrying that he would slip into the fox's ass unless he told him something soon...though it does feel a bit nice between his butt cheeks, the fart from earlier reeked heavily...
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