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"Gazelle? All the auditions are in, and we have our pick."

I tore my eyes from the computer screen, tossing my head slightly to get my blonde hair out of my eyes. My heart was racing, eyes wide, shocked by my assistant's sudden entrance.

But I didn't let the badger see my surprise.

Taking a deep breath, I said smoothly, "Tell him to wait for the final interview in my dressing room; I'll be there shortly."

I took a deep breath when she left my office, glancing back down at my laptop. "What am I doing?" I muttered. Still, I clicked 'play' on the video.

There, on the screen, I watched as an ocelot reached slowly into a basket and pulled out a mouse. The little mammal was squeaking oaths, but what could it do?She, I reminded myself. The pipsqueak barely the size of my hoof was a person.

Yet somehow, that only made me glue my eyes to the video even more. The shot was heavily edited so that you couldn't see the ocelot's face, just his mouth. Soon, the shot showed the naked little teenaged rodent dangling just in front of his whiskers.

"No! You can't _do_this!" the mouse gasped.

He can't really_, can he?_ I wondered, panting.

His only answer was a throaty purr. Then, before I could even prepare for it, he opened his mouth, cocked his head back, and lowered the young woman into his gaping maw.

My ears flattened. "No!" I gasped. With a loud slurp, the ocelot closed his mouth around the squirming creature, and the camera zoomed in on his throat. "This can't be real," I shivered, watching a writhing little bulge slowly travel down the white fur on his spotted neck. It had to be CG or something! With a loud gulp, the bulge was gone, and the only response from the cat was a loud, satisfied, 'aaaah.'

But my source had assured me this was real footage, from the dark underbelly of Zootopia. My throat was dry and I was gasping, but he didn't give me any breaks. The camera showed the ocelot's wide grin as he reached back into the basket for another mouse. There were ten - well, nine left - rodents weeping and squealing as they tried to get out of the basket.

I couldn't help it. My three fingers slipped neatly beneath the waistband of my skirt, ears flat as I moaned. What if the badger had walked in on me now?_What if word got out that the city's biggest defended of predators was getting off to snuff films? The newspapers all ran headlines crediting Gazelle for holding the city together amidst calls to kick out all the cats, wolves, bears, ever since they started going crazy and attacking people. If anyone found out about this, not only would my movement be over, but so would my _career.

And yet, I watched intently, humping against my hooved fingers as the ocelot gulped down mouse after mouse after mouse. This _never_would have happened if Carlotti hadn't...

almost killed me

I shivered, the murders on the screen continuing in a blur as I thought back to that night. We'd just finished a show and I was getting out of the car when the lead backup dancer, Carlotti roared, clutching the back of his neck. It was one thing to hear about 'going savage' on the news, but another thing entirely to see it in person. How ironic would it be if the leader of the predator rights movement was murdered by her own employee?

Before I could respond, his eyes went wide and unearthly, and the huge beast dropped to all fours, growling at me. I only made it two steps in my high heels before he was on me, snapping and clawing at my small body. Thank goodness Ambrose was there, or I'd have died. The tigers fought tooth and claw while I ran away. Ambrose was still in the hospital, and Carlotti...well, he was in the city jail, pacing around like an animal.

At first, I'd defended predators because they were my friends and fellow performers, but now...now I couldn't help but tremble at how large and powerful my tigers were. I barely stood as tall as their legs!

The video ended with a panned out shot of the ocelot's rather full belly, the new and final prison for the poor mice. He let out a satisfied_braaaap!_ and the film was over, no credits.

Shuddering, I pulled my wet digits from my pussy, already orgasming twice to the video. But I was on the edge of another. No big problem, considering the private interview I was about to hold. I closed the folder inside a folder inside a folder inside a folder so that no one would chance across that damning video, and flipped it closed, and before I knew it, I was standing outside my dressing room. I doubt the tiger had any idea what the final interview process was all about.

Sure enough, the new recruit was waiting impatiently (judging by his twitching tail), a carbon copy of my other dancers. His broad shoulders, white chest, and rippling muscles were out for anyone to see, thin purple shorts barely containing his tigerhood. I could tell immediately that he would fit in just perfectly, once Ambrose could return as the new head dancer. I glanced over at the big, red light that indicated the room was being recorded, and smiled.

"Hender, I presume?" I said, tossing my head in a way that only a gazelle could pull off. I sauntered in with a well-practiced sway of my wide hips, as was second nature by now. My singing voice was certainly good, but I knew the real reason people watched. With a flick of my tufted, brown flag, I said, "I'm Gazelle."

A low, rumbling voice greeted me. "Believe me, I know. It is an honor to have made it to the final round, miss. I've dreamed of meeting you since I was a cub."

Good small talk, but we had business to attend. I looked up at him. Even though he was sitting down, he still towered over me. "I see you've got high marks for accuracy and strength, but your synchronization is a little off."

Hender blinked, surprised at the sudden onslaught. "Well, I - it was a new song."

"Yes. 'Try Everything'. I hope I don't need to remind you to keep any of these dance moves to yourself if we decide not to go with you."

He nodded.

I smiled, "But you learned your part very fast. That's a good sign, and your backup vocals are top-notch."

Hender grinned, his sharp teeth all too visible. I gulped, trying to hide the way he made my heart race. I pushed my legs together so that I wouldn't start dripping right in front of him. "All that's left," I said, "Is to convince me that you should be a member of our team."

Hender blinked again, his bright, green eyes narrowed into slits for one small second that send a twinge down my spine. I had to work to keep my ears upright. The huge cat said, "I thought that's what the audition was for?"

I gave a cute, bleating laugh and turned away from him, glancing over my shoulder with my left eye while I sauntered forward toward the big, red button that said, 'Record'. With a playful toss of my hair and a flip of my tail, I said, "Consider this part two of your audition." I pushed down on the button, and the big, red light _clanked_off.

I could hear him catch his breath, realizing that the two of us were now completely off-the-record. Time for the private interview to start. Still, he was wisely patient, bred to lie in wait for his prey. I turned and eyed the huge tiger, licking my lips, and said, "The Gazelle Studios family is close-knit. I need to make sure you're a....good_fit_."

He waited in the chair, eyes fixated on my slender body. I continued, "You're not...the jealous type? You learned how to share?"

Finally Hender spoke. "As long as I get enough for myself," he purred, tail twitching.

"Oh believe me," I said, stepping forward. "There's enough of me to go around."That was pretty clear.

"I wouldn't be so sure," he said, leaning forward. "Tigers are as big as they are untiring, and you've got four of them."

I stopped right in front of Hender, grinning up at him. "I have a lot of practice. Believe me, I'll be sating you_before you can satisfy _me."

"That sounds like a challenge," he grinned, though I cut off his next response by reaching forward with both hands to grip the enormous bulge tenting his costume.

"No," I said, reaching up to pull down the tight, firm waistband. Hender stood, standing almost three times my height, while I pulled down his pants to reveal his bright, red cock. "It sounds like an audition."