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Zootopia.

What a great, dazzling city.

Lionheart has always loved it. Since he was a cub, growing up on the luxurious house his family had on the edge of the city, often sitting on his grandpa's lap and hearing about how their ancestors were part of founding that city.

This was a place where elephants and bunnies went to work and then back home together. A place where a zebra could be right by the side of a lion and not be scared at all. A place where a camel and a polar bear could meet for an afternoon tea before they went back to their normal habitats. A place where a bear and a mouse could go to the same school and sit on the same desk.

A place where, the lion believed, anyone could be anything.

Leodore Lionheart loved the city of Zootopia. He loved it with all of his heart. Just like his father and his grandfather had. That was the reason why he had wanted to be the mayor.

Well... one of the reasons.

He loved the city, and wanted to see it grow and prosper. To see it safe and happy.

That's why, back on the day, he worked in suppressing the information of the mammals going savage. He knew that it would tear the whole city apart. Not to mention that it would completely jeopardize his position as their mayor.

And it was all because of that stupid ewe.

Lionheart felt like kicking himself when he found out that she was the one responsible for what was happening. It was all Smellwether's doing, with the help of her sheep supremacist sycophants and that cursed poisonous flower.

The lion wished he could have noticed sooner that it was her. I mean, come on! She worked as his secretary! Her official title was vice-mayor, but she was basically his secretary! Oh, how he wished he could have seen past that poor innocent girl act of hers and see the cruel intent behind her huge glasses and wooly face.

Well, what was done was done.

Lionheart was back on the mayor's office, and Smellwether and her goons were behind bars. Lionheart could resume his work for the good of the city on his own. He would be a predator who would be a far better mayor than that ewe could ever hope to be. That would be a great revenge.

Of course, that didn't meant that Lionheart could not make a few phone calls here and there and make sure that Smellwether got partnered with a nasty and violent inmate in prison, and that she would get occasional visits from a few guards and prisoners who would like a word with her after what she had tried to do.

Also, from there on, Lionheart would be sure to do a much more thorough background check on anyone who he got into his team and office again. No mattered if they looked innocent.

Lionheart shook his head. He moved away from the window he had been looking through, and walked to a cabinet, opening it and removing a bottle of bourbon and a glass. He poured a generous portion of the expensive bourbon for himself, and quickly took a sip as he went back to looking at the city of Zootopia through the window of the office.

The mayor's office.

His office.

Not Smellwether's.

She was prosecuted and jailed. She would not be out before she was an old lady, and Lionheart would ensure that her time in there would be hell until then. Meanwhile he would focus on his duties with Zootopia and its denizens. He would focus on doing whatever was necessary to be sure that the city would grow and prosper under his command for as long as he was the mayor.

And he planned to remain as the mayor for a long time, after all he did to get to this position.

Most people didn't understood how hard it was to get to power and to keep yourself there. They thought it was just shake a few paws, kiss the foreheads of a few cubs, smile for the cameras and wear fine suits. But there was so much more to the road to the top. There were deals, agreements, discussions, there were weeks, months, sometimes even years of navigating through this mined field called politics before one could finally sit on the very top.

And once there, came all the responsibility. Responsibility that Lionheart gladly took, just as his father and grandfather did before him when they sat on the seat of mayor back on their day. A tradition that now Lionheart was continuing, and he would not allow it to be shake or destroyed by scandals caused by a stupid ewe in a quest for species supremacy.

Lionheart fought too hard to come here only to let everything fall apart. He shed sweat, tears and blood to get this far, all the while fighting against other candidates and speciest jerks like Smellwether. He fought hard, and he finally was able to reach the position he was into.

Of course, he had not come there without help. He had allies who supported him, even when he was still on prison. True allies, not like that two-faced cotton candy bitch. And, of course, he had the legacy of his family.

The Lionheart have been around ever since Zootopia's foundation and they have been part of its history. To Leodore, it wasn't farfetched to say that the Lionheart family and Zootopia were deeply connected, and that one would not survive without the other. Their legacy was what helped Leodore continue their tradition and reach the place he was into now. Just like it helped them back on their day.

It even helped him make his way back into office.

Leodore always knew the power the legacy had, but to think it actually helped made all of his charges disappear like that. It was still impressive, and it served as a revelation for the lion.

For the first time, he saw the true potential of his family's legacy, and how it could get him out of problem. It helped him get into the mayor's office, but now Lionheart realized that he had been underusing it. He thought how far this could take him, what it could really do.

What it could do for Zootopia.

All he needed was the initiative to use it. That was all, and he would be able to make Zootopia prosper and grow much more than it ever did during the tenures of his father and grandfather. He would make the city grow like never before, and make everyone in there happier than they would be in any place of the earth, and show the world what a dazzling and inspiring place was Zootopia, where anyone could be anything.

His name would go into the history books.

As he thought of that, the intercom on his desk rang.

Lionheart took another sip of his glass of bourbon as he walked around the desk and pressed a button.

"Yes, Stagson?" Lionheart asked. Soon, the voice of his new vice-mayor came through the radio, diligent, serious, nearly robotic, and very respectful:

"Mister Mayor." The stag said on the other end. "Your afternoon appointment just arrived."

Lionheart took in the news.

"Are they both there?" He asked, as he needed to be sure. His answer soon came:

"Yes sir. Chief Bogo and Office Wilde are both on the waiting room at this very moment."

Lionheart couldn't help but smile.

"Good, send them in." Lionheart said. "And make sure to hold all calls and not to let anyone else come in. I don't want any interruptions."

"Yes, sir." Stagson answered mechanically, and the intercom went silent. As it did, Lionheart calmly sat on his chair, resting his glass of bourbon on a coaster on his table, and reached out for a hidden drawer on his desk. It was perfectly hidden within the desk, and it would only open by applying slight pressure on the right place to make the small drawer pop open.

Smellwether never knew about that hidden drawer and, if she did, never thought of putting her dirty, speciest hooves on its contents.

There was not a single day where Lionheart didn't thanked whatever gods or higher powers were up there that she didn't.

The thought of what that ewe could have done if she had gotten her hooves on that...

Lionheart didn't wasted too much time reflecting on it. He simply removed the one single item that was contained into the secret drawer before closing it again. As he held the item on his paw, the door of his office opened, and the lion straightened himself, trying to look nonchalant as the familiar face of Chief Bogo stood on the other side of the door.

The buffalo was still the same as Lionheart remembered. Last time they saw each other, the buffalo had him on cuffs, and was forcing Lionheart into a cruiser, just the day before everything went south on the city.

Lionheart didn't held any grudge against Bogo, of course, he was just doing his job. Just like he didn't held any grudge on the other mammal who walked through the door as the buffalo opened it.

Wilde was a clear contrast with Bogo. Foxes were built for speed, grace and agility, not for strength like buffalos. So, it was to be expected foxes to be small and thin, while buffalos like Bogo were big and buff. Still, the two mammals, despite so different, had the same thing in common: they both wore police uniforms.

Most people would never expect a fox to become a cop. That was why so many of them were surprised when Wilde graduated on the academy and joined the ZPD. Many didn't trusted him, and said that it was a mistake to trust a fox with a badge, and that he should have been rejected the second he tried to apply.

However, Wilde was doing nothing more than exercising his right as a citizen of Zootopia. He wanted to apply, he qualified, he didn't had any criminal record and, with the Mammal inclusion Initiative, being a fox was not a reason for him not to be allowed to become a cop.

Now he was Zootopia's first fox cop and, as Lionheart heard, partner of Judy Hopps, and the two made a stellar team on the ZPD. In the lion's mind, it was another point for his own law projects, and himself.

"Knock, knock." Nick said, looking at the mayor with a smirk on his lips, while Bogo looked at the lion with a serious expression. "May we come at the mayor's office, or this is one of those places with a 'no foxes policy'?"

Lionheart couldn't help but chuckle.

"Of course not, Officer Wilde." Lionheart said, giving the two a friendly smile. "The ZPD's first fox is more than welcome on my office. And so is Precinct 1's Chief. Please, come in and make yourselves at home. Close the door behind you, please."

"If you say so." Wilde said, walking in casually. Bogo walked in after him, closing the door behind himself.

"Mayor Lionheart." Bogo said, using the honorific as he looked at the lion, who smiled and nodded at him.

"Chief Bogo."

They looked at each other in silence, and then the fox said, raising his paw:

"Officer Wilde. So, now that we all know who is who, what about we go as to why you called us here?"

The eyes of the two bigger mammals turned to the fox.

"I mean, it there gotta be a reason why Zootopia's mayor would call the Chief and the newest officer of Precinct 1 to his office in a Wednesday afternoon. Right?" Wilde said, matter-of-factly, as he looked at the lion.

"You know, normally I don't say that." Bogo said, looking at Lionheart. "But Wilde is right. I mean, you have called us here for a reason, didn't you?"

The way Bogo spoke that nearly made it sound as if he was warning Lionheart to have a good reason to call them there, otherwise there would be problem.

Lionheart was still familiar with Bogo's usual antics. After all, the Cape buffalo was one of the more professional and dedicated law enforcement agents that the city of Zootopia had ever seen. He was a no-nonsense kind of mammal, and who would not take lightly anyone messing with his work of protecting the city and its inhabitants. Which, until a while ago, included forcing him to accept small mammals into his "private task force" that was Precinct 1.

It was obvious that he was already unhappy for having been call into Lionheart's office into a weekday, even if it was in the end of the day.

Wilde, on the other paw, seemed to be much chiller. He only smiled wryly as he looked at Lionheart, nearly as if he wanted to see what the lion had to say to both of them. There was something about the fox Lionheart liked. He seemed like a nice fella. Perhaps he would be able to convince Bogo to go along willingly with Lionheart's plan. If not, well, he was definitely charming...

"Yes, there is a reason why I called you, of course." Lionheart said, and gestured to the two chairs before his desk. "Please, take a seat."

The two officers didn't needed to be told twice. Bogo sat on the chair calmly, while Nick struggled a little to climb on his desk and them sit at it's edge with his legs crossed, the smug look still on his face as he looked at Lionheart, while the lion made a mental note to make arrangements to have chairs more accessible for mammals of smaller sizes on his office. After all, in the future he was probably going to be making business with smaller species of mammals...

"So, here we are." Nick said, looking at the lion with his smug look. "Sitting in the office of a lion who was the mayor, then a convict, and now is the mayor again. So, what do we own the honor?"

There was no blatant disrespect on the fox's voice of way of speaking, but Lionheart was still surprised that the fox was so blunt. Bogo gave a glare at the fox, before turning his attention back at the lion and he said:

"Okay, look, I need to go back to the office and finish some paperwork, and Officer Wilde is still working on a case that he and Hopps have been doing together for over a week now." The buffalo said, sounding respectful as he spoke that, but making it clear he was not there for wasting time. "So, why don't you just tell us what you need to say and we can finish this meeting as fast as possible, yes?"

Bogo made his point across, as he usually did. The buffalo was straightforward in most things, and Lionheart could understand and even admire this.

Well, they both had come in here and now wanted to know what it was about. So, Lionheart might as well cut to the chase and just say what he wanted. The way they reacted to his words would determine his next actions.

"I need both your help." Lionheart said. "To help make Zootopia greater and stronger."

Bogo looked at him with a raised eyebrow, while Wilde cocked an ear as he looked at the lion. Lionheart knew that he needed to elaborate the idea for them to understand.

"I love the city of Zootopia." Lionheart said. He felt that he needed to say that, to make the two fully understand where he was getting at. "I love this city more than anything. I grew up in here my entire life. It is all I know. I love it, just like I love every single mammal who lives in this city."

They both continued to look at the lion.

"Is this a speech you plan to make when you run for a re-election?" Wilde asked, looking at the lion, who got up his chair, and looked at the two.

"I'm simply stating the truth, Officer Wilde." Lionheart said, looking at him, and then walking.

"I love this city. That much is truth." Lionheart said, once more looking through the window of his office. "That is why I wanted to become a mayor. So I could help the city in any way I could."

"Well, I assumed it was not only because you wanted an excuse to wear those fine suits in public." Wilde said. Bogo once more looked at him, but Lionheart continued looking at the window, he chuckled.

"You're spirituous, Officer Wilde." Lionheart said, "Just like Mr. Zerda said."

Nick blinked, the smirk left his lips immediately.

"I'm sorry, who is Zerda?" Bogo asked, seeing Nick's reaction, noticing a rare moment when the fox suddenly looked nervous.

"Finnegan Zerda." Lionheart said, still looking out of the window. "But, Mr. Wilde might also know him by the nickname 'Finnick'. They used to... work together, before Wilde joined the ZPD. I met Mr. Zerda by pure chance, and he told me quite some interesting stories of when he and Wilde worked together."

The lion turned around to look at the two, and Nick had an expression on his face very similar to the one he had when Judy had him nailed with that felony tax evasion charge. The lion smiled a friendly smile at the fox.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble." Lionheart said, "As a matter of fact, I liked most of the things he said about you."

Wilde visibly relaxed as he heard that, and he looked like he was still recovering. Bogo, on his end, was still looking at the fox with a raised eyebrow.

"So, my old pal Fin put up a good work about me to the mayor?" Nick said, "Well, that's really nice of him."

He didn't had much of a choice. Lionheart thought as he remembered how he "convinced" the fennec fox to tell him details of Wilde's past. He decided to carry on.

"I dedicated years of my life to help this city." Lionheart said, looking at the two. "I worked hard. Maybe harder than most other mayors in the past of the city. Maybe even more than my grandfather did, and he had a hard time fighting the instauration of mandatory collaring."

Lionheart stopped, and he sighed.

"I did it all for this city." He said, "But still, it seems that it was not enough."

He turned away from them, and looked at the city.

"Zootopia was nearly tore apart by the selfish actions of a single mammal." He said, referring to the Night Howler Conspiracy. "Everything that I worked so hard nearly was scattered to the wind by that ewe and her goons."

No one said anything. They all knew how bad the city had it with Bellwether's plot. Lionheart didn't needed to go into detail.

"That's when I realized that perhaps I didn't made enough for this city." Lionheart said. "That perhaps I didn't made it strong or united enough that something like that would not bring it apart. I felt I failed Zootopia."

More silence, before Lionheart started saying again, this time sounding resolute.

"I won't make mistakes anymore." He said, and it was clear by his voice he was serious. "I'll make my part to make Zootopia greater and more united than ever before. So much that nothing will ever be able to break it. No matter what happens."

The two cops shared a look.

"Sooo... you plan to make new laws?" Nick said, and Lionheart turned to them. The way his eyes shone sent shivers down the fox's spine.

"I plan to make whatever it takes to make Zootopia great." Lionheart said, "I plan to go through any and all lengths to help this city grow and prosper, and become a symbol in the entire world. Like I should have been doing from the very moment I set foot on the mayor's office. I'll do whatever is necessary to help Zootopia thrive and remain strong. It doesn't matters if it is hard, if it's expensive..." He looked at the two mammals sitting before him. "Or if it's legal."

This caused the two to perk, and they looked at him, both with wide eyes.

"Mayor Lionheart." Bogo said, slowly and carefully. "What exactly are you saying right now?"

That was a serious question, for what Bogo considered a serious matter. The buffalo wanted to be sure he was understanding what was going on. Lionheart made sure to be as clear as he could:

"Zootopia is and will always be my top priority." Lionheart said, making sure his point got across. "Even the law will come second in what it comes to helping the city improve."

"You know, that is kind of a troublesome statement." Nick said, looking at the lion with crossed arms. Bogo was on the edge of his seat.

"The law is part of what keeps the city running and in order." Bogo said to the lion, "In case you have forgotten."

"I haven't." Lionheart said, "The law is needed to keep the city healthy. I know that well. But I also know that, if we want to do great things, sometimes it is needed to bend the laws. Sometimes even break them. All in the name of a greater good. I learned that, and I plan to put it in use."

"Zootopia will be great." Lionheart said, "I'll make it great, even if it means selling my soul and staining my honor. I'll gladly do so for this city and all mammals who live in here. In fact, I already have many plans to help the city improve. I'll boost the economy, I'll increase safety, I'll create more jobs, and I'll make the city more united."

"I'll make all of that, no matter how many laws I have to break in the process." Lionheart said, and he looked at the two cops, who now looked at him with alarmed expressions.

"But... I cannot do this all alone." Lionheart said, "I'll be needing help. I'll need your help."

The two once more shared a look, and then Lionheart proceeded:

"Wilde, I know you have past involvement with the criminal elements of Zootopia, including a past relationship with Mr. Big." Lionheart said, "I need you to reactivate those old contacts. Say you are contacting them to offer deals and businesses for the good of the city in name of the mayor himself. Offer them what they want. You might even use some of your past skills as scammer to get them to accept, but you must have them accept and agree to support. We will need those elements' help to get the money and resources needed to bring growth to the city. And Bogo..."

Lionheart turned to the buffalo, who had a very serious expression as he looked at the lion.

"I know we are doing it all for the city, but many won't understand that. This is where you come in." Lionheart said, ignoring the outraged expression on the face of the buffalo. "You control all of Zootopia's top police force, the Precinct 1. I need you to use this in our favor. Don't worry about the media, I already have someone to take care of it, but I'll need you to be sure that other officers won't get in the way, especially Hopps, that little bunny proved her value many times already. Just make sure to have your officers not come any close to any of the operations I finance. Be sure to make them look the other way at any moment when I say and don't meddle on what they are not supposed to. If you both do your parts, I am sure we can make this city greater than it has ever been before. You will both be doing your part to help Zootopia, and you will even get paid a handsome amount in doing so."

Lionheart looked at the two officers, smiling as if he had just made the two an irrefutable offer just now.

"So, what do you say?" Lionheart asked, looking at the two mammals, who looked back at him in silence.

"What do I say?" Bogo asked slowly, looking at the lion as he rose from his seat. The vein above his left eye looked like it was about to burst, from the way it bulged. "What do I say?"

Lionheart instinctively leaned backwards, as many other mammals would do if they saw a Cape buffalo with clear signs of barely contained anger on their faces.

"You called me here, into your office, on a weekday." Bogo said, looking Lionheart dead in the eye as he said that. "And ask me and Officer Wilde to help you with illegal endeavors, and you want to know what I say?"

Then Bogo's voice rose in tone instantly.

"Are you kidding me!?"

The buffalo could have been an opera singer had he wanted, was what Lionheart thought as he heard the shout from the buffalo. He had the impression Wilde thought the say, by the way the fox cringed and them held one of his ears.

"Well, let me tell you what I say!" Bogo said, sounding very serious as he said that.

"I think that you need to stop watching those movies that show people breaking the rules and end up on top of the world! This is not how things work on real life! You cannot simply go around doing what you want and expect everything to work in your favor!" Bogo said, talking Lionheart down as he would to any one of his own officers. "Even if you do something like that with good intentions, it is simply not acceptable to break the law! This 'the end justify the means' thing never ends well! This is how most bad ideas begin! You start doing small things and eventually it ends up with you running your own operation that will turn the city into anarchy! You really should think better about something like that! You should have thought even better before calling me here and thinking I'd accept something like that! You must be out of your mind!"

Bogo finally stopped. Seemingly to recover his breath, as he continued to glare at the mayor, who looked at him with a serene, but serious, expression. He then turned to the fox.

"What about you, Wilde?" He asked, and Nick looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Then, the fox shook his head.

"Well, I guess Fin really told you some things of my past, didn't he?" Nick said, looking at the lion. "Yes, I have been involved with criminal types in the past. That was back on the day when I got convinced that a fox like myself could never be more than a scammer and a lowlife, just because that was what everyone expected at me. I hanged out with some of the worse companies Zootopia could offer, and I thought I should just because the people in general thought this was what a fox should do."

"But, someone should me a better path." Nick said, "And, let me say, even though my past will always be there, it is just that now. My past. I left it behind, and I don't plan to do back for any reason. Not even the mayor himself asking me to do it."

"Even because." Nick said, looking at the lion with a neutral expression. "My little partner would kill me if I went back to my old ways. Seriously, she looks adorable, but she is capable of things you don't imagine."

Lionheart looked at the two, and he asked:

"So, this is a 'no' from both of you?"

"You can bet it's a 'no'!" Bogo said, "And count yourself lucky I'm considering it a joke and not arresting you right now!"

"Sorry, your honor." Nick said, with a bit of irony on his voice. "But you will have to find another guy to be your middlemammal with the criminal underworld."

Lionheart looked at the two of them, and he sighed.

"Well. I tried..." He said, and the two took it as a sign that the meeting was over. They both were ready to leave, when Lionheart revealed something he had his on his paw all the time.

It was a watch.

A pocket watch that looked like it belonged into an antique shop. The thing was made of gold, and polished so much that it shone on the light of that room. The front had a lion-paw print on the center, and that lid quickly snapped open when the lion pressed a single button, before letting it hang by the long golden chain. The inside of the pocket watch had Kronos-style numbers in the place of the normal Arabic ones, and on the very center, where the two pointers met, was a single green gemstone, which nearly looked like it shone as the two surprised mammals looked at it.

"What?"

"Huh?"

That was all the two managed to let out before Lionheart started swinging the pocket watch before their eyes. As he did, he said some strange words in some language neither of them understood. As he did, it seemed that the gemstone on the center of the watch was glowing stronger than before.

"H-hey..." Nick said, "W-what..."

"Shhh." Lionheart said, as he continued to swing the watch back and forth. "No talking, either of you. Just relax. Relax, and look at the watch."

"Lionheart... what are you... doin..." Bogo said, but his words got lost as he, much like Wilde (still standing on his chair), found himself unable to take his eyes of the watch.

Their gaze followed the item as it moved left and right. Left and right. Left and right, and then again. All the while, their eyes kept glued on the object, and they slowly widened as they found themselves incapable of even blinking.

They paid attention to every detail of the watch. From the way the gold it was made of reflected the light to the almost supernatural glow of the gemstone in the center.

It was... the prettiest thing they ever saw.

Nick and Bogo agreed in very little things but, if they talked to each other on that moment, they would agree that the glowing gemstone on the center of the watch was the most beautiful thing they ever saw. It was so nice. So shiny. So... nice to look at... Looking at it felt... nice...it made them feel... completely at peace... was... was Lionheart still talking? It seemed he was. But... it was hard to focus on his words with the pretty gemstone glowing and taking their attention.

But, his words felt nice too. They knew that. They knew his words made them feel more relaxed. He was... he was telling them to relax, wasn't he? And to keep looking at the watch. Well, he didn't needed to say it. It was a nice watch. The gemstone was certainly the nicest thing but, now that they stopped to pay attention, the watch itself was as nice as the gemstone.

They wished they had a... watch... like... that...

Thinking became harder for the two. It became harder and harder, as the space between their thoughts grew bigger, until they were constantly in there. Now, the two just stood there. Their arms hanging limply on their sides, their mouths open with their tongues out. Drool was leaking from their open mouths as they looked ahead with a mindless expression on their faces. Their eyes now as vacant as their expressions, nearly looking soulless as they gazed ahead, their pupils turned into whirlpools of shades of green.

Lionheart smirked and stopped swinging the watch, and looked at the other watch that was on his wrist.

"Two minutes and twenty five seconds." Lionheart said to himself, "Not bad. Although it could have been faster."

He then looked at the two stupid-looking mammals, who continued to drool and look forward.

"Well, the results are unquestionable." Lionheart said, and looked at the two. "This little thing surely is amazing."

He held the watch in clear view, as he closed the lid, hiding the gemstone and now looking at the watch as the light reflected from the pure gold that made it.

"It's been in my family for generations, you know?" He said to the two, knowing they could still hear and understand him. "We don't know exactly when or how we came to possess it, neither how it does what he does. Heck, we don't even really know what it is."

"But, we know it can do some pretty interesting stuff, like you two just found out." Lionheart said, gesturing to them as he spoke. "Once we realized what it could do, it became clear we could not let just anyone have it. I mean, imagine the horrible things that it could be done if it ended on the paws of someone like Smellwether? I still have nightmares about it."

"Of course, we also were hesitant to use it in the past. I think my grandfather was the first." Lionheart admitted. "Then my father used it, and then it was me. We didn't used it to make money or stuff like that. We all used it for the same reason: to get into the mayor's office, so we could do better for the city of Zootopia."

"And I used it again, as soon as I was out of the prison. It was what let me pull enough strings to come back after that whole scandal." Lionheart confessed. "It was the only reason I ever used it. Just like my father and grandfather did..."

He looked at it deep in thought, and then he said:

"It was a mistake."

The sureness on his voice was that one would expect to hear from someone who came to realize a great truth.

"Of course, wanting to use it to the good of Zootopia was not a mistake. I will never be a mistake." Lionheart clarified, thinking that he needed to be specific, "The mistake was only using it to achieve a position of power. Of course, I guess we were all still afraid of overusing its power. My grandfather only used it to have his two mandates as mayor. My father used to be re-elected two times. Neither of them used it for other purposes, and that was where they did it wrong."

"I did it wrong there as well." Lionheart admitted, "I guess I was afraid of using it to its full potential as well. I have always been. And I only realized it after I had to use it again to come back to the office."

Silence followed those words, and Lionheart continued to look at the watch. The single most precious heirloom his lineage had ever held. Probably the most precious heirloom any lineage could have.

"But not anymore." Lionheart said, sounding resolute. "I'm not afraid anymore. Not after being sent to prison and nearly having my homeland torn apart by a psychotic ewe."

"I'll use this treasure to its full potential now. I'll use it in service of the city and the mammals in it. With it, I'll bring prosperity and riches to Zootopia in a way that none of my ancestors could ever have imagined!"

He then turned to look at the two.

"But, I have to be subtle." He said, looking at the buffalo and fox. "I cannot make it obvious that I am taking control of things on this level. It would be too dangerous. I have to do it carefully, only controlling those needed to achieve my goals... like you two."

He leaned forward, looking at the two.

"Listen to me now. You two will help me with my plans to make Zootopia greater. You will follow all of my instructions, obey all of my orders, and cooperate to the best of your capacities to my noble mission of helping Zootopia grow. And you will do so with gratitude and happiness in your hearts. Do you got it?"

"Yes..." They both answered mechanically, nearly in a robotic way, as they looked at the lion.

"Then repeat the order I gave to you."

"We listen to you now." The two chorused. "We will help you with your plans for Zootopia, follow all your instructions, obey your orders, cooperate with your plans to the best of our skills and we'll be glad and happy for doing so."

Lionheart looked at the two.

"Say it again."

They did.

"Again."

They repeated it once more.

"Again!"

They repeated it louder.

"Again!"

They nearly shouted.

He made them repeat it over and over, for nearly five minutes, before he finally felt satisfied. Then, he turned to Nick and asked:

"Wilde. If I tell you to contact your old acquaintances on the criminal world, and negotiate with them for them to become my suppliers and workers, and to use whatever means necessary to get them to accept, what would you do?"

"I would gladly do it." Nick said, without a second of hesitation. "I would be honored of helping you make Zootopia greater by talking to the lowlifes I hanged out with and getting them to help you. I would be happy for doing it for you and for Zootopia."

Lionheart looked at him, and he nodded. Then, he turned to Bogo.

"And, Chief Bogo." He lion said, "If I tell you I want you to work on covering up all of my activities when they are 'legally questionable' by controlling your officers and keeping them away from my businesses, what would be your answer?"

Bogo didn't hesitated on his answer:

"I'll say that I'll be glad to do so. I obey your orders, and I'll not allow any of my officers to come even close of you. I'll never allow them to interfere with your noble mission, and I'll never allow them to touch you."

Lionheart looked at him, and then asked:

"So, this means you are both in and willing to help me?"

He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear the two say it, what they did almost instantly, talking at the same time:

"Yes, Master."

As soon as they said that, a smirk formed on Lionheart's maw.

"I'm so happy to hear that." Lionheart said, looking at the two. "Welcome aboard, my dear friends! We'll make a great team! Now, what about some celebration to our new venture?"

As he said that, the smirk he had took a different undertone. A lewd one.

He pulled something from his pocket, revealing some kind of remote control, like the one someone would use to open a garage. Lionheart pressed a button, and there was an immediate reaction.

Lionheart was a mammal. He was dedicated to Zootopia above anything else, but he was just a mammal. As such, he had needs. Needs that he needed to see sated with the help of the right partners. All of his partners were discreet, of course, and they didn't called attention and were all very good to him. Of course, to see his partners, Lionheart needed a place where they would have privacy, and he could not take them to sex hotels and neither he could take them to his apartment.

The solution was quite simple: to bring them to his office.

Why not? After all, the best place to hide was the most obvious, wasn't it?

With that in mind, Lionheart made special modifications to the mayor's office that no one, not even Smellwether, had been aware of.

As soon as he pressed the button, curtains fell on the windows, cutting all sight from the outside, while the lights of the place immediately lit up. However, the more interesting of what just happened was not the lights or the windows, but the wall on the side of the room.

The wall started sliding up, revealing a hidden room!

"Now..." Lionheart said, walking around the desk. "Come with me, yes?"

They obediently followed the lion into the secret room. It looked just like the room of a sex hotel. It had shades of red and pink everywhere, a huge circular bed, a mirror on the ceiling, a fridge right by the side of the bed, the whole deal. It even had a platform with a pole on the middle, like the ones you expect to see in strip joints.

"Make yourself comfortable." Lionheart said, as he walked to the wardrobe, and opened it, revealing a rather interesting collection of outfits and items inside, all of which he used or planned to use with his partners. Lionheart knew what he wanted, and he picked up the one thing he wanted out of that wardrobe and walked to Nick, who was standing by Bogo's side, as if waiting for new orders.

"Wilde, you will be making a different kind of work tonight." Lionheart said to the fox as he walked to him. "Mr. Zerda told me about your past. Not only the criminal part, but also about other 'sidejobs' you had other than hustling. Tonight you will put some of those skills to good use. Hope you are not too rusty."

Lionheart gave him what he was carrying.

"Take of your clothes and wear this." The lion said, and the fox took the fox-sized clothing the lion gave to him, and started working on changing from his uniform into it. Lionheart then turned to Bogo.

"And you, take of your clothes as well. I want you wearing nothing more than your underwear." The lion commanded, and Bogo started obeying.

He unbuttoned his shirt, and let it fall to the ground, revealing the black masculine top he was wearing. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall down his legs and stepping out of them. Then Bogo removed his top by stretching the top so his horns would go through it, and then he simply dropped it on the ground and now stood before Lionheart.

Cape buffalos were muscular by nature, and Chief Bogo was an example of a hunk. His chest was like the one of a Greek statue. His arms were thick. His legs were short by strong. All about Bogo was nice. Even the chosen underwear he wore. It was a grey-colored boxer with stamps of red gemstones in it. An interesting choice. The most interesting, however, was the pouch it had in the front. It was one of those underwear with a sleeve on the front for the male's member, said to be more comfortable. Well, it certainly looked snug as it held Bogo's member inside of it.

"Nice underwear." Lionheart said, "Didn't expected you to have a underwear with stamps, but I like it."

As he said that, he approached, and started to cup Bogo's junk through his underwear. The buffalo didn't reacted at this, and just stood in there, with the dumb expression on his face as he allowed the lion to grope and touch his privates through the fabric of his underwear all he wanted.

"Nice." Lionheart said, as he touched the junk, evaluating its weight and size through touch. "You got a nice toll there, Chief Bogo." He said, as he looked at the junk as he touched it, and then looked at the buffalo.

"I want to have a better look." He spoke. "Get hard for me, yes? Right now, if possible."

Bogo said nothing in return, and only stood there as Lionheart touched and molested his crotch. Lionheart had changed the way he was doing that. No longer he was only touching it to evaluate it, but he was actually fondling and rubbing it in a sensual way, like he would do to make a partner hard.

Perhaps it was the command he gave to Bogo helping, or maybe he was just skilled in doing that, but Lionheart got the buffalo hard in a less than twenty seconds. The pouch on the front of his underwear now held all of Bogo's cock, on it's impressive fourteen inches long. Bigger than Lionheart's modest seven inches. What an impressive toll for a male to have between his legs.

"Not bad." Lionheart said, "Really not bad. I bet you made a lot of girls happy with this toll, Bogo." Lionheart said, rubbing the member through the fabric, making the buffalo let out a small moan. "Too bad that, after tonight, you will be totally ruined for women."

Now, Lionheart had been openly gay for years now. He was not like one of those gay males who wanted to convert all males he saw before himself, but come on, what gay guy has never looked at a guy who was totally hot, found out he was straight, and considered it to be a complete waste?

Well, Bogo was one of those guys. The kind of guy that Lionheart wished played on the same team as him so he could have a chance with him. He always found it to be too bad that the buffalo was straight, and that he could not actually make him change to his team.

That was, until he decided to use more of the power of his family's heirloom.

Lionheart looked away from the buffalo's face, but was still gripping his member with his paw, as he looked to the side to see Wilde. The fox had obediently changed from the clothes he was wearing into the ones that Lionheart gave him, and the lion liked what he saw.

The fox was not muscled like Bogo. After all, foxes were built for sneaking, not fighting. They were thinner and lither physically, with some of the males even looking quite feminine, especially wearing what the tod currently was.

Now, most mammals didn't had a fox-sized set of lingerie at hand. However, most mammals also didn't had a secret room on their office that they used to receive and entertain intimate secret guests.

The lingerie actually fit Wilde like a glove. The corset hugging his body and accentuating his form to make him even more feminine. The choker on the vulpine's neck. The long gloves on his arms. The leggings. The pair of panties that looked too small but still worked perfectly for the fox. All of it made of silk of a black coloration that went perfectly with the lovely shade of red and cream on the fox's body.

Dammit, Wilde looked sexy.

"Good." Lionheart said, smirking as he looked at the fox. "Good officer."

He turned and walked to the bed, holding Bogo by the member and literally dragging him by the dick to the bed. Lionheart sat on the bed, with Bogo standing at his side, as he then said to Nick:

"Now, get into that stage and start dancing for me. Like you did back on your old sidejob."

The hypnotized Nick didn't had to be told twice. He simply walked to the stage there and soon he was leaning on the pole, before he started dancing.

Nick Wilde used to be a hustler before he switched professions. It was common knowledge on the ZPD ever since he joined. It was not an "official" knowledge, of the kind that would make him have a record and maybe lose his badge, but it was not a secret from the other officers of Precinct 1, all of which were more than willing to play dumb about it if anyone ever asked.

However, what no one, not even Judy, knew was that Nick Wilde did another kind of job aside hustling.

Nick told Judy he made over 200 bucks a day, but that was only on the very good days. Realistically speaking, hustling was not enough to pay the bills during most of the days, which was why Nick resorted to another type of work to be able to pay for his living expenses.

People won't willingly give a decent salary to a fox working on a job, but they would gladly rain money over him while he danced on little clothing. And they would place very generous tips on the strings of his thong while he danced on their laps.

Nick had made a certain name for himself as a very skilled dancer for horny mammals on some strip joints. This was a type of fame that Nick was glad never made its way to the ZPD and his partner.

Nick dropped that as well as hustling, after he took in the blues. After all, people would most likely not respect or take him seriously as a cop if he also went around dancing on dudes' laps.

Still, even after two years since the last time Nick danced, he was not rusty at all.

The fox soon showed why he was the main attraction of the male-for-male strip clubs he worked on. He held into the pole, and moved at the rhythm of a music that only he could hear. He walked around the pole as he held into it with a paw, he stopped and looked over his shoulder, winking at the lion looking at him, before starting to shake his butt and tail with a lot of skill, his long and fluffy appendage swirling right above his silk-clad butt in a very seductive way.

"Oh, yes..." Lionheart said, as he reached out for his pants and started unzipping them. "Just like that. Good officer."

Lionheart continued to look at the dancing fox and he slowly masturbated as Wilde continued dancing. His paw traveled up and down his cock on a steady pace as he watched the fox cling to the pole and twist his body, looking at him with a seductive smile, flash his fangs and lick his lips in a very suggestive way.

Boy, that fox was good.

Zerda wasn't lying when he said that fox was popular with the boys. With moves like that, Lionheart could easily see it, which went perfectly with his pretty face. The only problem was the inability to keep his mouth shut, according to the fennec, but that was one flaw that could easily be fix. At least to someone like Lionheart.

Lionheart continued to look and masturbate for nearly five minutes, before he got tired of his own hand. He had something better for his cock.

"Bogo." Lionheart said, his eyes glued at the dancing fox. "Kneel before me and start sucking my dick. Now."

Bogo would normally never obey something like that, and Lionheart knew that. He knew the buffalo was straight as an arrow, and would never diminish himself to kneel before a guy and sucking his dick. However, in the state he was in now, Bogo didn't question or hesitated into obeying what the lion had commanded of him.

In just a few seconds, Bogo was kneeling before the sitting Lionheart, grabbing his member and guiding it to his lips, before taking it in and starting to suck. At the same time, Nick was spinning into the pole as he held onto it with his arms and legs, and stopped as he stuck his butt out. One paw and his two legs holding the pole while his free paw slapped his panty-clad butt.

Lionheart hissed, his lips and toes curling as he felt a wave of pleasure washing through his body as Bogo took him on the mouth and sucked.

"That's it." Lionheart said, "Just like that. Bogo, keep sucking. Not too hard. And bob your head. Yes. Just like that. Yessssss. And you, keep dancing, Wilde."

They both obeyed their orders, and progressed to do what they were doing.

Nick continued to perform a routine on the stage, rubbing his body on the pole and spinning on it, sticking his butt and chest out and running his fingers over his body. At some point, he would hang himself upside down into the pole, holding onto it with his legs while his hands ran all over his body, moaning as he did so.

Between Lionheart's legs, Bogo continued to suck into the cock inside his mouth. He followed diligently each and every instruction Lionheart gave him of how to do it. He bobbed his head at the pace the lion indicated. He sucked with just how much strength the lion told him to. He swirled his tongue all over it and lapped at his piss slit, drinking his pre as it came. He took the entire thing on his mouth, deep-throating the lion. He even used his hooves to gently knead and play with the lion's balls at his request, increasing the pleasure he was feeling.

With both the mouth on his cock and the fox dancing for him in such a way on his sight, Lionheart was going crazy.

"Oh, yeah..." The lion said, resting a hand on Bogo's head. "Just like that, those are two good officers. Good and obedient. Keeping doing that, boys. Just like that. Oh, yeaaahhhh."

Saying that Lionheart was enjoying it would have been an understatement. He had fantasizing about Bogo for years, ever since he first met the buffalo. The Chief was a true hunk of a male. A total waste for being straight. Lionheart always wanted to have him like that: on his knees with the lion's dick on his mouth. Now he finally had it, and it was as wonderful as he always expected.

It made him wonder why he had took so long to just use the heirloom to make Bogo do that. It was very wrong, but at that moment Lionheart really didn't gave a shit.

Wilde was definitely good-looking as well. He was of a different kind of attractive than the hunkalicious look of Bogo, being a look that worked very well for a fox like himself. He certainly looked great with that lingerie and dancing on that pole. Damn, he really looked good when he lowered his panties just enough to expose his tailhole. It winked! The tailhole just winked. Wilde did it on purpose! The smirk on that muzzle said it all!

A guttural growl came out of Lionheart's throat. Oh, that fox was such a tease. No wonder he drove guys crazy enough that he needed rhinos acting as bouncers to keep them from invading the stage. Lionheart himself now wanted nothing more than to jump on that fox, pin him down and fuck him into submission.

He managed to control it by gripping Bogo's horns and using them as handles to fuck the buffalo's mouth as hard and fast as he could, using it like a fleslight that drooled and gagged around his cock as he sent it in and out of that sweet little orifice.

Bogo didn't bit or tried to pull back, and only held in there, letting the lion use his mouth as he wanted. And use it Lionheart did, shoving his cock all the way in and out and deep into Bogo's throat, making his snout collided with his crotch as he squirmed on the seat to thrust in with the movements he forced Bogo's mouth to make. All the while he continued watching Wilde dance and smirk at him.

Goddammit that smirk! The way that fox moved and licked his fangs at him! No wonder everyone wanted to fuck that fox!

Lionheart was, at that moment, glad that his secret bedroom was completely soundproof. Otherwise, everyone would have hear the powerful roar as he crossed the line and orgasmed. He forced Bogo to take all of his cock as he came, dumping all of his cum into the buffalo's mouth.

Bogo didn't reacted in any way, as he simply let the cum accumulate into his mouth, until it got to full and he had to swallow it.

Then he swallowed a second time, and a third, and a fourth time.

Bogo swallowed five mouthfuls of hot lion cum before Lionheart was done, after which the lion finally relaxed, and just let the buffalo have his cock on his mouth as he panted and recovered, while he watched Wilde continue his routine.

Either that fox is really good or the influence of the heirloom is really deep. He didn't even flinched to my roar. Lionheart thought, as he saw the fox continue his dancing routine without even flinched at his ear-ringing roar, which would make many other mammals recoil and cover their ears. He still danced and smiled as if he didn't heard anything. His ears looked like they were shaking slightly, though.

Lionheart only sighed, and looked down on Bogo, who still had his cock on his mouth and was sucking on it obediently.

"Okay, that's enough." Lionheart said. "You can stop now, Bogo."

The buffalo immediately obeyed, and stopped sucking and removed his mouth from the cock, allowing it to flop on Lionheart's lap, a string of saliva and cum connecting his tongue and the head of the member. Lionheart enjoyed seeing that. However, his attention got called by something else as the buffalo leaned back.

Bogo was hard as a diamond inside his cock-pouch. Way harder than it should be if it was only the influence of the heirloom.

"What is this?" Lionheart said, as he touched the hard cock with is foot, feeling how hard it was through the fabric of the underwear.

"Bogo, are you excited from sucking my cock?" He asked, matter-of-factly, and the buffalo answered without hesitation.

"Yes sir. I did." Bogo said, and the lion couldn't help but look back at him.

"Chief Bogo, do you enjoy having sex with males?" Lionheart asked, and Bogo, once more, answered:

"Yes sir. I fantasize about having sex with males since I was a teenager."

"Well, ain't that a surprise!" Lionheart said, smiling down at the buffalo, as he caressed his cock with his foot. "I was sure that you were straight as an arrow."

"Because I never let anyone know." Bogo said, "I couldn't let anyone know, that's why I got married to a woman. I am not supposed to like males."

"Oh?" Lionheart said, "Who told you that?"

"My father." Bogo answered once more without hesitation, and Lionheart could only nod.

Yes. The classic case of a guy who forced himself to be on the closet due to suffering pressure from a homophobic father. Lionheart knew that there were too many cases like that out there. Some guys just couldn't accept the idea of their children being homosexual, and preferred to encourage them to lie to themselves than to have them be happy.

Of course, he didn't expected Bogo to be among one of them.

Well, perhaps was time to help this buffalo out of the closet.

"You poor thing." Lionheart said, now adding his other foot to rubbing Bogo's cock, and this caused a wet spot to form on the tip of the cock-pouch, as pre leaked from the tip. Bogo shivered at this intimate touch, as the pleasure reached his mind even on the state he was in.

"Here is a little reward." Lionheart said, using a paw to gently rub Bogo's face, as his feet worked on the cock. "For having been so efficient in servicing me."

He then focused his attention on rubbing Bogo's cock with his feet, and soon, whimpers were escaping Bogo's lips, which soon were turning into small moans.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Lionheart asked, and Bogo answered with a slightly shaky voice:

"Y-yes... But I'm not suppose to feel good for this. I'm not suppose to like being touched by another male. My father said-"

"Mason Bogo." Lionheart said incisively, cutting him off and forcing him to pay attention.

"Listen very carefully to what I'll say now. Forget all that your father ever told you about sex between males being 'wrong' or 'a sin' or any other version of that crap." Lionheart said, as he continued to rub on Bogo's cock with his feet, causing the buffalo to let out louder moans as the wet patch on his cock-pouch grew. "Forget all of it. There is no sense in being unhappy by lying to yourself. You have clearly spend years doing it. Haven't you?"

"Y-y..." Bogo said, stopping to let out a loud pleasured "moo" before he resumed:

"Yes..."

"Do you want to continue lying to yourself?"

"No... Moooo!"

"Then stop doing it." Lionheart said, caressing the bull's face as his feet dutifully rubbed the bovine's member through his underwear. "From today on, you will no longer lie to yourself about your feelings. And you will start right now. Say 'I'm gay and I'm proud of it'."

"I... I..." Bogo said, seemingly to struggle with the words. Lionheart was about to repeat the order, when Bogo let it come out as a moan.

"I'm gay and I'm proud of it."

Lionheart smiled.

"Good, now say it again." Lionheart said, and Bogo did. And he said again, and again, between moans and moos of pleasure, as Lionheart wanted to drill it as deep as he could before he felt satisfied.

"Are you okay being gay, Bogo?" Lionheart asked, and Bogo answered, without a shred of doubt:

"Yes sir. I am."

There was some kind of happiness and relief on his voice, and it made Lionheart smirk.

"Good." He said, and continued to rub Bogo's cock, which leaked like a fountain and throbbed signaling Bogo's incoming orgasm, which could come at any...

"MOOOOOOOOOO!"

As Bogo mooed and shivered, Lionheart felt a sticky wetness forming around his foot, and he looked down as saw the damp spot forming on the buffalo's underwear, to the point of the white fluid he was releasing was trickling down and in between Lionheart's toes and soaking his foot on the substance.

Lionheart smirked, and he continued to rub and tease the buffalo's cock through the underwear as Bogo came, making him moo even harder and shiver as his cock was overwhelmed with feelings and sensations.

Eventually, it ended, and Bogo was left a panting and whimpering mess, as Lionheart teased him a bit more before removing his foot.

"That's it." Lionheart said. "That's a good little cow. But, you got your underwear all sticky now. Why don't you take it off?"

Bogo did as he was instructed. He didn't had a mind of his own to protest in any way or form. He just did as Lion heart commanded of him. Soon, his soaked underwear was laying on the ground, while Bogo stepped out of it and allowed himself to be completely naked while Lionheart looked at his nakedness. With a little twirl of his finger, Bogo spun around to present his butt. Lionheart liked what he saw.

Bogo flinched slightly when Lionheart spanked his left cheek, and then he grabbed Bogo's small tail and pulled it up, revealing Bogo's taint to him. The mere sight of it caused Lionheart's hunting instincts to awaken, making him lick his lips as his mouth started to water even more than when he was seeing Bogo's cock and balls.

"Ohhh, yeah..." Lionheart said, "Now that is a prime piece of beef, if I ever saw one." He groped Bogo's butt, and the Chief of the ZPD remained still just for him. Lionheart could feel his mouth watering, as sexual desired meshed with several years of evolution as a carnivore. Lionheart popped his index and middle fingers in his mouth and started to suck and lick at them, slathering them with a thick layer of saliva.

They were glistening with lion spit when Lionheart removed them from his mouth... and shoved both of them up Bogo's tailhole.

"Mooo!" Bogo said as he was suddenly penetrate by those two digits.

"Keep looking forward." Lionheart said, as he started to move his fingers in and out of Bogo's tailhole. "Keep looking forward. Look at your little fox friend."

Bogo did, and so did Lionheart, who stood by Bogo's side while he fingered the bull.

Nick was still on the pole, still dressed on the lingerie Lionheart gave him, and he was upside-down on the pole, spinning on it slightly as he spread his legs to let everyone have a gorgeous view of his panty-clad bulge. He seemed like he was enjoying himself up there, as much as the two mammals were enjoying watching him go for it.

"He is good, ain't him?" Lionheart asked, "You enjoying seeing him?"

"Y-yes..." Bogo said, shivering as he was fingered by the lion. "I-I always thought Officer Wilde to be handsome. B-but I could not let myself think that."

"Because you would have to recognize you were gay." Lionheart said. To what Bogo noded.

"Yes..." Bogo said, "And because he was a fox."

Lionheart stopped for a moment to look at the buffalo. Well that was another thing he would have to fix. This one was actually not much of a surprise.

"Well, I don't see problems with him being a fox." Lionheart said, "All species are beautiful, in my opinion. I mean, just look at him. Don't you think he is handsome?"

"Yes." Bogo said mechanically, but his voice was clearly betraying the pleasure he was being give by the fingers moving in and out of his ass, and then hooking up and then scissoring.

"Don't you like seeing him dance?" Lionheart asked, as Nick hanged to the pole with the force of his legs and ran his paws all over his form, moaning softly as he danced for the two like a professional of the area. "Don't you think he is handsome enough that you want to just go to that stage and shove your cock into his throat?"

"Yes." Bogo said without hesitation. His cock getting hard between his legs.

"I bet you love to watch that while you have something up your ass." Lionheart said, and he leaned over, whispering on Bogo's ear.

"Do you like having something up your ass?" He asked, as he hooked his fingers, and then they finally brushed against the one thing he had been trying to find: Bogo's prostate.

Bogo let out a long, drawn out moan, as his whole body shuddered, and his cock immediately "boink"ed into full hardness, a bead of pre forming on the tip.

"Y-yes! I love it!" Bogo said, "I love it so much! If I knew it felt so good I would have had something in there much sooner! I want to have something up my butt always!"

Lionheart smirked.

"Well, I can have that arranged. But, that's for later." Lionheart said, and then he turned to look at the fox, who was shaking his hips to the rhythm of the music on his head, swishing his tail from side to side on the most teasing manner. Lionheart's own cock throbbed and leaked pre in between his legs.

"Wilde, stop that and come here now." Lionheart ordered, and the fox obeyed right away, hopping from the pole and walking to the lion, still with that vacant expression and dumb smile.

Lionheart smirked to the fox, and then he removed his fingers from Bogo's tailhole, making him shiver and then whine like a wounded puppy.

"Don't worry." Lionheart said to the buffalo. "I'll give you something else to occupy your mind. Now, if you can crouch so Wilde could have better access."

Bogo did as the lion told, and crouched, resting his hooves on his knees for better support. This brought his crotch on direct face-level to the fox, and that was just perfect to Lionheart.

"Okay, Wilde." The lion said, walking around the fox and keeling behind him. "Now start giving Bogo a full service. Licking, rubbing, maybe kissing a little bit. Oh, and raise that cute little tail of yours for me, yes?"

Nick didn't needed to be told twice. Soon, he was all over Bogo's member. It was massive, considering the size difference between the bull and the fox. However, Wilde apparently had experience on servicing bigger guys, as he demonstrated when he dealt with the big tool of the bull with great expertise, using both his paws and maw together to making the bull start moaning in pleasure. Meanwhile, behind him, Lionheart was lowering the back of Nick's panties to expose the fox's tailhole for him. The terrain he would be taking now.

And it looks so inviting too...

With that, Lionheart took his fingers, still slick with spit, to Wilde's tailhole, and started to finger the fox just like he did with Bogo. For obvious reasons, he was more careful with the fox than he was with the much bigger Bogo. However, he still drove his fingers in and out hard enough to make the fox shiver and moan as he licked the big bovine member offered to him.

Guess he did more than just dancing on those clubs, didn't he? Lionheart thought to himself, as he looked at the fox's butt. Good, then maybe I won't need to worry too much about hurting him.

He was around as tight as Lionheart had been expecting him to be (I'm definitely going to enjoy this.), but also looser than Lionheart had been expecting (This fox has certainly seem some action. At least on the last days.). Lionheart made sure to make the fox even looser and slick with his fingers, making sure to make him ready for what Lionheart had in mind for him.

It is his fault for being so cute. Foxes are one of the most handsome mammals out there, in this lion's humble opinion.

"Alright, Wilde." Lionheart said, removing his fingers from that tailhole and then positioning himself behind the fox. "I'm going in now, you better brace yourself."

With those words, Lionheart aimed his cock into the fox's tailhole, and then he thrusted. It seems the fox was looser than he expected, for his cock slid in rather easy, and he hilted in practically one go. Still, it was tight enough to feel like a vice grip around his cock, and to make the fox moan as he had that feline dong forced up his tail.

Lionheart purred in pleasure as he felt that velvety, but firm, grip around his cock. He then started to thrust. He moved his hips back and forth, and this caused his cock to move inside of the fox's tight tailhole. This only served to cause him even more pleasure, and to make his purring louder.

The fox also let out sounds of pleasure, as he had the cock of that lion stimulating all of the nerves of his tailhole, especially his prostate. The fox shivered, moaned and murred as he was fuck by the lion. The fox was starting to get pretty loud on his vocalizations of pleasure. Foxes could be quite sexy partners, but the kinds of noises they made when they were horny and in pleasure could be quite a turn off. Lionheart was starting to consider telling the fox to shut up.

However, Bogo beat him to it. The moan the fox was letting out was suddenly cut off when Bogo forced the tip of his cock into the fox's mouth, and held if there as he panted and mooed in pleasure, while the fox chocked around his bovine dick.

"Well, someone is quite pent up, huh?" Lionheart asked as he looked at the lion. "Or, you just was getting tired of hearing the fox too?"

"Both things." Bogo said, and Lionheart couldn't help but chuckle. And soon, Bogo was demonstrating it by starting to move is hips just like Lionheart was. He and the lion were now both fucking the fox.

Of course, Lionheart made sure to give Bogo instructions to "go easy with him" and "not impale or choke him to death" to avoid obvious complications. And he also had to give instructions to Wilde to "relax his throat" and to "for the love of all catnip in the world not to bite", as to avoid ruining the little moment they were having.

However, other than that, he was just letting things happen the way they happened.

And, boy, they were happening.

Lion heart continued to purr as he fucked that perfect little fox tailhole. And Bogo was mooing in pleasure as he sent his cock in and out of the fox's muzzle, with Wilde being able to take a surprising portion of it (and once more showing that he did had experience with bigger males) while the member caused his throat to bulge out in a way that was nearly comical, to the point of actually snapping his choker. Even Wilde was enjoying himself, if the tent that formed on the front of his panties was any indication, as well as the wet spot that was forming in it, as the pleasure on his tailhole was causing him to leak pre like a faucet, as well as making him to moan around the cock being forced down his throat as he did his best to breathe through his nose.

The secret bedroom filled with the sweet, sweet sounds of lovemaking and vocalizations of pleasure, as the three mammals engaged into the act under the command of Lionheart. Lionheart was, of course, enjoying himself the most of them all, as he not only had a nice tailhole to fuck, tightest one he had in a while, but he also had the added thrill of being the one pulling all the strings around there.

Guess power really was quite a drug, wasn't it?

Lionheart only hoped it would not be the kind to make him addicted... well, not too addicted.

And so, they continued fucking the fox from both ends. The vulpine between them rocked back and forth in accordance to their movements as they fucked is maw and tailhole. His eyes rolled back as, even deep in a hypnotic trance, he could still take in the pleasure of being fuck in the ass by a big feline. His foxy cock leaking pre like a fountain and staining the front of his panties as the other two leaked pre directly down his throat or up his ass.

Speaking of such, Bogo was mooing pretty loudly as he was really getting into it. He was still being as careful as Lionheart had ordered him to do, as to not break the fox, but he was sending his cock pretty deep into the vulpine's maw, and the fox was proving that he was a pro at this, as he took nearly half of Bogo's cock. His throat contracted as he instinctively swallowed around it, but did not bite on it, as he took in the thing as deep into his throat as it could go without breaking into his stomach.

This fox could take cock like a champ!

I guess certain stereotypes are correct, after all. Lionheart thought as he continued to fuck that deliciously tailhole with a lot of gusto, growling and snarling as he grew more and more savage with the fox. His tailhole was just so delicious. It felt so nice around his cock. Damn, foxes really were the best when you wanted a good partner to bed!

Perhaps Lionheart should get foxes more often. He had always been hesitant due to the size difference and the fear of hurting someone but, if other foxes were like this one, then he guessed he didn't had to worry at all.

He was even starting to get some ideas as he fucked that fox hard in the tailhole. Ideas of how Nick could help his plans even further in the future...

But, that was for later. Right now, he was solely focusing on busting a nut on that nice foxy ass.

And that he would.

Growling, Lionheart gripped Nick's hips with both of his hands. His claws unsheathed, but he was darn careful with them to not cause any damage to the fox, and he started to fuck the fox even harder in the ass. If Nick felt any pain, it seemed overshadow by the pleasure, for the fox was moaning like a bitch around the cock going in and out of his throat, and Bogo was mooing like a poor horny cow as he sent his cock into the vulpine's gullet.

It was clear that none of them would last too long now.

They all came with a few seconds interval from each other. Wilde was the first. His eyes rolled as a long, drawn out moan came from his throat, his whole body shuddering as his cock spurted. Just as Bogo unloaded his cum into his underwear, drenching it, so did the fox unloaded his cum into the panties he was wearing. The undergarment got soaked and became sticky inside, just like Nick's fur, which clung to the fabric as if the fox was sweaty.

This moan caused the cock on his throat to vibrate, and this seemed to be what it took for Bogo to peak. With a long, pleasured moo, Bogo came. His tip flared and he literally flooded the fox's throat with cum. Luckily, it was deep enough on Nick's throat that id didn't risked go into his windpipe. Instead, the cum went all the way down to the fox's stomach. Soon, Nick's belly was swelling with the amount of bull milk going straight into it, bloating to the point where the fox seemed to be on the first stages of pregnancy. Later on Lionheart would make a joke about it.

Now, however, the lion was too busy having another orgasm. Once more, Lionheart roared in pleasure and dominance, as he came into the fox's tailhole. His cock was buried as deep as it could go when he felt the tailhole clenching hard around his cock, tightening the already vice-like grip it had. This sent him over the edge, and he released all of his cub-batter deep on the fox's bowels. He made sure to fill that fox up to the brim, the same way he would fill a female he wanted to carry his cubs.

Their orgasms lasted for a long time. Two minutes, and they were all done. The high of the orgasm subsided, and all that was left behind was the sweet, sweet feeling of the afterglow. That feeling of satisfaction and relaxation that came after an orgasm, and that a newbie on the game of sex could even mistake for love.

Sighing, Lionheart relaxed. He took his paws to the pockets of his pants and pulled out a lighter. His other paw when to inside of his suit, and he produce a cigar from it. He light it up, taking long drags from it, before blowing the smoke.

Then he felt the fox moving on his cock. He seemed to be squirming, and there was a gagging sound coming from him. Once the lion looked, he saw that Bogo still had his cock on the fox's mouth. Bogo didn't seemed to notice it, as he was still too far gone. He didn't even noticing that sounds and movements the fox, as gone as he was, was making as the cock plugged his throat and kept him from breathing.

"Pull out, Bogo." Lionheart said calmly, and the buffalo did exactly as he was told, pulling his bovine dong from out of the fox's maw. Once he did, Nick coughed a little bit, spitting out some cum as he did. However, the fox didn't said a single word. He juts remained where he was, with that same expression on his eyes and breathing normally now that he no longer had a buffalo's cock plugging his throat.

The fox showed absolutely no signs he was going to break free from the control Lionheart had over his mind thanks to his legacy. He just stood there, on all fours, standing obediently as he waited for the lion's next command, and so was Bogo. Both of them had the same empty expression on their eyes, with that hundred-yard stare as they were smilling and waiting for the next command their new master would give them.

Lionheart knew they would not break free on their own. Upon receiving the legacy from his father, Lionheart also received the many notes from all those of his family who used it before, detailing how it worked and its capacities. He knew how the object worked and how much he could use it on others.

He knew that, unless he willfully broke the spell of the legacy on them, those two belonged to him.

Lionheart smirked. He took another drag of his cigar and calmly blew the smoke.

"Now... about how you two will be helping me..." He said to the two, and their ears perked, as they were ready to hear.

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Four months later

Lionheart looked out of the window, at the city of Zootopia.

He truly never got tired of looking at his city. It was a beautiful sight. And soon, with his plans and the help of his loyal supporters, it would get even more beautiful.

It has been four months, and he already created twice as many jobs and gave a boom to the local economy with his plans. All of that out of the public eye, of course. Legally, those things were associated to his new economic plans put in action after he returned to the office. However, Lionheart knew that there was only so much that one could do with laws and legislations alone. There was so much more behind the success of his ventures than the people of his beloved city would ever know...

His mind was distracted when he heard his phone ring. Looking to the side, Lionheart picked his phone from his desk, and he checked on it. He had just received a message.

Vixey: Just settled the deal with Mr. Big and his bears. They agreed with your terms, sir.

Lionheart looked at this message, and he typed back:

No problems at all?

A few moments passed, and a message came back.

Vixey: They were hesitant at first, but they agreed once I explained your terms in detail.

A few more moments passed, before another message came:

Vixey: And, of course, they were a lot more eager when I added my special bonus.

Lionheart raised his eyebrow, and he typed two words:

Show me

He had to wait nearly twenty seconds for an answer, but when it came it put a smile on his face.

This was not a text, but rather a photo. This photo was a selfie taken by Wilde. The fox was not on his police blues this time. Neither was he waring his green Pawaiian shirt. Instead, the fox was wearing a set of black lacey sexy lingerie, which Lionheart himself gave to him. The fox was also wearing a lot of make-up on his face, making him look like a street hooker, matching nicely with the dumb smile on his face. On the picture, it was possible to see the polar bear dicks on each side of his head, one of them on his mouth being sucked and the other one on his free hand, the shudder on the image indicating that Wilde was giving that bear a handjob. And, of course, there was the cock on the fox's tailhole, with more shudder on it to indicate the bear was still fucking him while he held his legs with his big, white paws. This also meant that the cock-cage on the fox's junk was also in perfect view.

Lionheart could certainly enjoy that picture, for many different reasons.

Well done, my dear vixen. Lionheart typed to the fox. Maybe I'll unlock your cage and let you cum when you come back. Keep up the good work. And don't forget that you need to go talk to the rhino gang in Downtown Savanna after you are done with those bears.

With this, Lionheart ended the conversation with his devoted worker, before he checked on another message he had received, this one as important as the one he just received from his fox.

"Hey, Cow?" Lionheart said after reading the message. He was talking to the mammal who was currently kneeling behind him and eating out his tailhole. Bogo was noisily making out and licking Lionheart's pucker as he used his hooves to spread the lion's asscheeks to have better access to his private area. He was naked like the day he was born. On his own tailhole there was a vibrating dildo, set to "high", shoved all the way in and held onto his pucker with duct tape. And, between his legs, a chastity cage like the one Wilde himself was wearing on the picture, which kept his cock from getting hard, but did nothing to stop the constant flow of pre leaking from the bull's piss slit and into the ground.

"Yes, Master?" Bogo said, stopping rimming Lionheart to address his words.

"The five o clock shipment has been changed to seven." Lionheart said very casually, as he read the messages from one of his new suppliers. "Radio your officers one hour before it and tell them to avoid the docks near Sahara Square. Make sure they are nowhere near the area."

"Yes, Master." Bogo said, "Your wish is my command."

Lionheart smirked, his cock throbbing even harder when he heard Bogo say stuff like that. I made him so glad that he put those commands in place...

"Good. Now go back to what you were doing... and use more tongue."

"Yes, Master." Bogo said, a dumb smirk on his muzzle as he placed it back under Lionheart's tail, and went back to make out with his pucker like a horny teenager making out with his girlfriend.

Lionheart could only sigh as he enjoyed the feeling of a tongue on his tailhole. He placed his phone back on the table, and went back to looking through the window at the city of Zootopia. His cock throbbing and leaking pre right into the ground. Lionheart didn't minded, he would make Bogo lick it off the floor anyway. He focused only on Zootopia. On the city he ruled and loved with all of his heart.

He would make Zootopia bigger than it ever was.

And he would have a lot of fun as he did so...