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There existed in this world an incredibly long list of things Officer Benjamin Clawhauser loved about life. One of the most important of all these things was of course his deep-rooted and all-encompassing love for every single type of doughnut. From glazed to simply iced to the ones filled with all sorts of various jellies he loved the spot covered twenty-six year old cheetah took part in his passion with unbridled glee.

There was just something about the little fried rings of dough that he loved. The way they smelled, all their various colors and sprinkles, it made opening that first box on a workday an almost religious experience.

Next up on the list had to be his fanatical adoration of the current hottest pop idol to ever to come out of Zootopia, Gazelle! Back at his apartment Clawhauser had a veritable treasure trove of all her officially licensed limited edition merchandise spilling out from his closet. Each and every single part of his collection properly arranged by size, level of rarity, and sheer awesomeness. There was a reason why he had been made the vice president of the local Gazelle fan club chapter one-eighty-two.

But, if Benjamin Clawhauser had to be completely honest with himself there was one thing that had suddenly skyrocketed to the top of his little list. And that odd totally unexpected thing would be waking up at six o'clock on weekday morning to go to work. Now before you go scratching your heard about that know this one thing: this love for the waking hours hadn't always been the police dispatcher's favorite time today.

Nope. While he may have loved his job behind the front desk down at the station only a few short months ago that having to wake at that ungodly hour had been the lowest point of his whole day. Sluggishly he would leave his bed, a forlorn sigh on his lips as he bathed, dressed, and made himself a quick breakfast of yesterday's stale left over doughnuts before heading out on a long commute from his low rent apartment building to Savanna Central where Zootopia's police precinct one was located.

However, like what was said earlier, that lethargic feeling of mild annoyance and stress had long ago flown out of the window ever since the chubby feline had unexpectedly found himself with what had to be the best boyfriend a fella could ever ask for in the long history of boyfriends! A handsome, strong, mind bogglingly sexy DILF of a cape buffalo that went by impressively manly name of Mansa Bogo!

Just thinking about him was enough to make Clawhauser break out into an uncontrollable fit of smiling and giggles. To think, little old chubby five foot tall him going out with a sexy giant of a mammal like him! The whole thing was so unbelievable that Benjamin often pinched his own cheeks just to make sure he hadn't dreamed the whole thing up. But no matter how much he did the dream never ended. They had gone out on dates, eaten lunch together during work, and even spent the night over each other's house on rare occasion.

Speaking of those sleepovers, that was something else that made Clawhauser happier than a loon. All that naught stuff they did once they were in bed together. In all of his past sexual experiences--all three of them--he had never been so completely satisfied as he was after spending a night with the horned police chief. And what made it better, like he said was waking up next to him the next day. Something which Benjamin was about to do much to his pleasant surprise.

Nose twitching as he slowly regained consciousness, a completely content and slightly sore Benjamin Clawhauser gave a quiet yawn into the pillow his head was resting on and grimaced as he pried open one of his heavy eyelids and greeted the new day. For the first few blissfully half aware moments of wakefulness the sleepy man laid there silently. Light filtering in from a nearby window blinding slightly until his eyes focused enough to make out the spartanly decorated bedroom he had been sleeping in.

It was just then that Clawhauser's ears picked up the sound of someone clearing their throat from the other side of the bed. The young cheetah's cheeks tinting with clarity as he recalled all the circumstances that had landed him in the bed inside of a bedroom that wasn't his own.

The previous night had been yet another spectacular date with his boyfriend Mansa Bogo. The older man taking him to a fast food place where the cat had eaten a half dozen fish burgers while the amused cape buffalo nibbled on a veggie burger and teased him about the left over crumbs sticking to his whiskers.

After the meal the two of them had attended a movie that Benjamin barely remembered. The plot about killer bear cyborgs completely ignored as they made out under the flickering lights. They had been going at it so bad that by the time the credits were rolling Bogo had practically picked him right out of his seat and carried the smaller man back to his apartment where they had spent the better part of their hours doing things that were better not discussed among company.

Gleefully thinking about said dirty activities Clawhauser smiled lazily into his pillow and went to get some more shut eye. His desire to get out of bed almost non-existent. Unfortunately, his sneaky plan to remain in bed with his lover a little longer hit one major snag when Bogo coughed again and calmly said something that had him waking up instantly.

"Don't you dare even think about trying it Officer Clawhauser." The horned man growled in that sexily playful way of his. "I know you're awake and if you don't get up I will give your cute lazy butt a sharp whack of my hand."

Ears drooping at the thwarting of his scheme and the appetizing threat Benjamin whimpered and tried his best to hide his face in the softness of his pillow. "But Chiiiiief!" He whined childishly. "I'm too tired to get out of bed."

"Yet you're not at all too tired to act like someone half your age." Mansa remarked dryly as he flipped to the next page of the small mystery novel he was reading. "Oh, and just so we're clear Kitten me saying I'd spank you wasn't an idle threat. I'll tan that yellow spotty bottom beat red"

"Didn't you do enough to my butt last night Manny?" Benjamin said still stubbornly refusing to move a single inch. When the nickname he had used earned him a heated sounding huff from his bedmate the feline suddenly got an idea. "Hey... how about we knock off work and spend the rest of the day here in your bed" He said. "I'm sure I can find something for us to do that'll be fun."

A single eyebrow raising at the thought Bogo almost gave into the other man's suggestion. But thankfully for his perfect attendance record at work he was able to reign in his libido at the last moment and made good on his earlier threat. Although said smack to his tired bedmate's backside was more of a gentle tap than anything else.

"Don't tempt me this morning boy." Mansa firmly as he smirked at the yelp he had received from Clawhauser. "We both have duties to attend to and I won't let either of us neglect them just because I'd rather pound you into my mattress for another couple of hours."

"I know, I know sir. But it was a nice thought isn't it?" Reluctantly rolling over onto his back, Benjamin blushed when he got a clear view at how sexy his lover looked that morning. Bogo, who was sitting up against the headboard of their shared bed, seemed to have not gotten dressed yet. The sheets they were using during the night pooled around the large man's torso, leaving his wide powerful chest and muscled arms completely exposed. He even had his thin wire rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose, the whole picture together making Clawhauser instantly think of the phrase "Hott older daddy.".

Becoming fully awake as he took in every solitary inch displayed before him Benjamin opened his mouth and said exactly what was going through his mind before he realized what he was doing. "You are so gosh darn sexy!"

Slowly turning to the now very embarrassed young man beside him Mansa chuckled fondly. If there was one thing about having the pudgy feline in his life that he liked the most of all it would have to be the way he stroked his ego. Someone Clawhauser's age drooling over him certainly wasn't something he expected at forty-one. And that made what he said and did next all the more harder.

Putting his book down and removing his glasses, Mansa yawned lightly and swung his legs over the side of the bed, the tall eight foot or so man stretching and flexing his sleepy muscles as he stood up, back turned to his companion. "Anyway Benjamin, get up and at'em." He drawled starting to speak. "We still got to go to your apartment and get your uniform so we have to hurry. I'll make us breakfast while you shower."

Eyes drifting up from Bogo's furry backside to the other man's face as he peered over his dark furred shoulder Benjamin sighed one last time and went to get out of bed. Rotund body giving a playful bounce as his hind paws hit the floor and he stood with a pitiful sounding moan.

"Well if I got to." He said begrudgingly. "But...um, as compensation, do you think you could make me those pancakes with the blueberries in them like last time I was over? I really liked them."

"Well, if that's the case then I suppose it's a good thing I stocked up on the ingredients." Mansa said smugly as he slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms and turned to smirk at the smaller mammal. "I figured that you would be spending the night after our date so I bought them yesterday afternoon."

Forgoing putting on any clothing himself Benjamin snickered and walked his way around the bed to stand before his boyfriend. "Why you big ol' rascal you!" He said giving Bogo's muscular chest a light smack. "And here I thought you were a gentleman. Imagine a respectable officer plotting to get an innocent man like me in bed."

"Luv, if I were a gentleman and you were as innocent as you claim then neither of us would have woken up in bed together naked." Bogo pointed out with a smug sounding chuckled.

Having been amused to no end with their playful chemistry Mansa gave into an urge and leaned down to give Clawhauser's bare golden furred butt another good swat before he slid behind the short cheetah and started to push him towards the bedroom's exit.

"Now enough stalling boy!" He barked as they passed through the doorway and into the hall. "Go into the bathroom and get yourself clean before I toss you in there myself!"

"Yes sir, Chief Bogo sir!" Benjamin murmured with a dismissive wave as he was playfully shoved into the apartments lone bathroom. "See you in a bit."

Closing the door behind himself Clawhauser waited until he heard Mansa's heavy footsteps grow faint before he gave up all pretense of being calm and began to shudder, fists clenched tight and eyes closed until the bubbling excitement he was feeling came out in an very subdued but still very noticeable squeal.

"This has to be the best morning I've had ever had!" Benjamin said. "Even better than the time I found that half eaten box of éclairs I forgot about in my fridge."

It was just so hard to believe that such an amazingly sexy man had taken him to bed, flirted with him, and was no making him pancakes! Who would have thought something like this could happen to him? Certainly not Benjamin. Mansa was the first boyfriend the cheetah had ever who had been this good to him.

Actually... now that he thought about it Clawhauser suddenly realized that Mansa was his first for a whole lot of things. Not first sexual encounter that was for sure, but the cape buffalo had been the first guy to ever hold his hand in public when they went out on dates. And he was so cute about it too, the gruff and rough man pretending to casually take his hand as they walked together, any questions or pointing out of the sweet act being brushed off with a snort and a hidden blush.

All of Benjamin's other beaus never worked up the nerve to do that. Each of them too afraid someone would object to their display of gay themed affection. Clawhauser guessed that since he literally towered over most potential heckles Mansa had long ago gotten over the fear of being affectionate in public. No one was going to bother someone as rough looking as Benjamin's boyfriend.

"Nope, they'd have to be crazy to even try." Clawhauser murmured to himself as he began humming his favorite Gazelle tune and turned on the hot water inside of the shower stall in the bathroom. "I certainly wouldn't want to get him mad."

Mind drifting back to what he had been thinking about as he waited for the water to warm up the chubby little cheetah realized that Mansa had also been the first man who had ever introduced him to his family. Something which had surprised Clawhauser when the horned man nervously asked him to join them for a family dinner only a month or so into their relationship.

As anyone can imagine Benjamin had been very nervous when he had been invited to the small meal with Bogo's sister and her two kids. In fact the entire way over to Mansa's apartment that night had been accompanied by a fit of stuttering and a nearly unnatural level of sweating.

However as soon as he was though the door Clawhauser's feelings of trepidation all fell to the wayside as he was warmly welcomed by the Bogos and went on to enjoy a very pleasant evening in the company of the four large cape buffalos

Zuri, Mansa's older sister especially had been a delight to talk with during the meal. Being mischievous the regal and proud woman happily recounted every embarrassing story about her shared childhood with Mansa and how the always grumpy strong willed man had been a complete crybaby for most of it. Something which she took great joy in saying no matter how much Mansa had objected.

Funny thing was that by the time his family had left Bogo was so mortified by the retelling of all his prepubescent escapades that he had done made extra sure to give Clawhauser a night of passion he'd never forget. The implication that he'd never bring up anything he had just learned again since he had been treated in such a way. And luckily for Mansa, Benjamin had developed a convenient case of amnesia concerning the stories. .

However the rest of the memories of that night remained fresh in his happy little mind, the things they did after dinner making Benjamin blush horribly as he stepped into the shower and began to wash his fur. Yup, he certainly was a lucky guy. And the best thing about this luck was that Clawhauser could seriously see more pleasant early mornings and erotic late nights in his foreseeable future.

"You better hurry up in there Benjamin!" Mansa's voice suddenly said above the spray of the water around the distracted feline. "I'm about to pour that butter flavored syrup you like all over your pancakes!"

"Holy cow the butter syrup!?" Clawhauser whimpered as he sped up his scrubbing, large belly already beginning to rumble at the thought of his next meal. "I gotta hurry before they get too mushy to eat right!"

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"Excuse me but where can I find a Detective Elliot Haybler?" A large female hippo politely questioned as she stood before the front desk within the Zootopia's police plaza one's main lobby. Waiting for the short cheetah who was manning the desk to fully acknowledge her the woman continued her query in a pleasant voice. "He called me the other day saying he had some information on my case."

Doing his job Benjamin Clawhauser put down the soda he had been drinking from through a straw and picked up the clipboard he had with all the on duty police officers and their current locations written on in. Finding what he wanted after a moment he gave the heavyset lady standing in front of him a regretful look.

"Um, I'm really sorry about this ma'am but it says Ellie didn't come in today." He regretfully informed. "Seems she had a bit of a bug. Real nasty one if the gossip around the station can be believed."

Her once pleasant demeanor morphing into one of annoyance the hippo placed bother his hands on her hips and stared down the smaller creature. "Then how am I supposed to find out about my car!" She snapped. "I came down here on my only day off and everything."

Unfazed by the unpleasantness directed towards him Clawhauser tapped the edge of his clipboard against his double chin a few times in deep thought. Then suddenly with an exuberant grin he got an idea. "Oh, I know! You can talk to Ollie Bearson! He's Detective Haybler's regular partner so he should know everything about your case."

Becoming a bit miffed when the feline officer sitting in front of her went back to mindlessly munching on some sort of snack food form a plastic bag the irritated hippo cleared her throat in an attempt to regain his attention. "And just exactly where would this mister Bearson be?" She asked tensely. "And please be quick about telling me. I don't have all day."

The chip he was about to eat dropped when he realized that he had forgot to give out directions Clawhauser made an "O" shape with his mouth and laughed awkwardly. "Ohmygosh! I am so sorry about that ma-am." Spinning around in his office chair, several empty food containers and soda cans falling to the floor as he did, the potato chip crumb covered man stretched out his short arm and pointed over to a staircase on the other side of the lobby.

"Alright, now what you'll want to do is go up that stairs right there and head down the hallway at the top until you see a corner." The cat carefully explained. "After that you gotta do is make a left turn at the end, then go right, then left again, then enter through a door, then three more rights, two lefts, and finally you go up one more flight of stairs and criminal investigations should be behind the forth door on your left."

Confused more than helped by the directions the officer before her had just casually spouted off the hippo woman shook her head and decided that she was better off finding out where she wanted to go herself, turning around and walking off with a huff as she stomped away. What was it with this place and hiring incompetent officer. She swore when she found this Bearson person she was going to do some serious complaining.

Obvious to the ire of the latest visitor to the station Benjamin happily went back to eating his post breakfast-pre-brunch snack while leaning over one side of his desk so that he could wave goodbye to the retreating woman's back. He was so distracted this that he failed to notice a large person approaching the opposite side of his rounded desk until said being subtly dropped something onto the workspace as he quickly passed him by, whatever he left behind making a crinkling sound that caused the cheetah's rounded ears to twitch in response.

"What on earth...?" Turning towards whatever had made the noise, Clawhauser was surprised to find a strange brown paper bag with a post-it note attached to it sitting there on top of his desk. "Now where did you come from little fella?"

Gliding his office chair over to the mysterious item he had discovered Benjamin carefully pulled off the yellow square taped to it and read the elegant looking writing written on it. 'Had a meeting down at the mayor's office this afternoon.' It said. 'Saw these on the way back and thought of you --B.'

Curious as to who this "B" person was Clawhauser scanned around the room searching for him or her and spotted his boyfriend standing on the other side of the room with two other officers, the two lower ranked men talking animatedly to Chief Bogo as he stared back at them with a bored and grumpy look on his face.

"Ooooh... B as in Bogo!" Clawhauser realized happily.

Assured that his odd gift was safe the excited cat pried open his parcel and reached inside. Paw landing on something soft and sticky the curious man quickly pulled whatever it was out and gasped when his eyes fell upon it. Clutched in his hand was a colossal sized doughnut, the sweet circular treat topped with bright yellow icing and round chocolate jimmies.

"It's almost like it was tailored made for a meeeee!" Benjamin's said barely able to contain his excitement as he instantly took a big bite and moaned at the flavor. "Oh... Oh and it's so darn good too!"

Glancing back over to where Bogo was still standing Clawhauser happily continued to chew on his treat as he watched the larger man peer over the head of one of the men he was speaking with to give him a secretive, barely there smirk. This little twitch only lasting a brief moment before Mansa's usual frown returned and he quickly excused himself to stalk off up the stairs in the direction of his private office. No heading off to do some serious paper work for the rest of the day.

Watching him go almost wistfully Benjamin one more thought about how he had gotten so lucky. It wasn't everyone who would think to bring their boyfriend an afternoon snack like Bogo did. 'You know Benny boy you should really do something special for Mansa next time we go out. But what should it be...?" Clawhauser wondered. 'Ooh, oooh, ooooh! Didn't he say he wanted to go to that big ol bookstore downtown? Yeah, that'll be perfect because he can get one of those mystery crime books he likes! I'll just tell him next time we go out on our regular date ni--'

Interrupted mid thought Benjamin startled when his cell phone sitting atop his desk suddenly came to life. The small bejeweled cased device vibrating and playing its jingling ring tone so loud that it echoed in the lobby causing the daydreaming feline to reach out for it in blind panic.

Using his paws to muffle his smart device' incessant klaxon Clawhauser blushed at the few eyes focused on him before he mumbled several apologies and went to peer down at the illuminated screen. Vision falling on the little square of light he was surprised to see the smirking face of one of his longtime friends, Jeffrey Bearclay staring back at him. He should have known it'd be him to call him during work time hours

Jeffrey or Jeff as he always reminded everyone he preferred to be called was a large black bear with a body similar to Benjamin's who had been trying to get into contact with him for the last few weeks or so. The growly heavyset man constantly pestering Clawhauser to go out for one of their notorious boy's night with all of their friends.

Unusually Benjamin would have jumped at the chance to do something like that but as you know over the last couple of months he had been completely preoccupied with his newfound life of dating Mansa. It was hard to keep up with friends when you had a nearly five-hundred pound, eight foot tall bull cape buffalo with a dreamily deep baritone chuckle vying for your attention.

Guilt growing as he thought about how he had neglected everyone Clawhauser decided that it was high time he got back in touch and quickly scanned around the lobby to see if anyone was still watching him. Upon seeing that everyone had returned to whatever business they were doing before his phone went off Benjamin smiled widely and tapped his finger against "respond" icon on his phone, placing the connecting device up to his ear as they were connected. Something which he was sorry he did when a loud voice rang out from the other end of the line

"Finally I get a hold of you Benny!" Jeffry's dramatic sounding voice cried out. "Do you have any idea how worried me and everyone else were when you disappeared on us!? It's been nearly two whole months since anyone's seen that spot covered face of yours!"

Cringing at both the volume of his friend's voice and the reminder of his neglect Clawhauser let his ears droop and shyly responded to the several questions just posed to him. "Yeah I know I've been a little scarce lately Jeffery, but I really do have a good excuse as to why." He began guiltily. "You see I've recently started--"

"--What have I told you about calling me Jeffery you silly cat?" Jeffery interrupted before Benjamin could finish his expiation. "Only people who call me that are my parents and they still insist that my ex was my "roommate" so you can guess how much I hate that name."

There was a light hearted chuckle over the phone which had Clawhauser snickering too. "Ok I'm sorry I called you Jeffery." He said amending what he just said. "Now can I finish giving you the reason why I've been too busy to go out with everyone?"

"Alright, if you must Benny." Jeff said back jokingly. "I'm eager to hear what excuse you'll come up with for neglecting your true blue friends all this time."

Doing his best to keep himself from talking to loudly Benjamin stealthily turned around in his seat and dropped his voice another octave. He knew he should be telling Jeff he'd explain later but he just couldn't resist because he was so gosh darn happy. "Okie-dokie, so here it is..." He began excitedly. "The reason why I've been gone is because, and I just know you're not going to believe it, but I finally went and got myself boyfriend!"

For several seconds after his announcement Clawhauser held his breath waiting for what he knew was coming. Then suddenly there was a happy sounding shout over the line and Jeff started shooting off rapid fire questions. "You met someone!? Oh my god who!? What's he like? Is he someone you work with? Is he cute? Does he have cute friends? You better tell me all about him Benjamin Clawhauser or I'm going to be so mad at you!"

Giggling at his friend Benjamin quickly cut in before the bear ran out of breath. "His name is Mansa." He informed. "And yes we work together. He's one of the other officers down here at the station. Well... to be honest he's sort of my boss."

"Your boss!" Jeff said sounding shocked. "Well that's one way to get a raise. Alright now I want to see a pic of this guy. Knowing you I bet he's big and strong."

Pulling the phone away from his ear, Benjamin debated for a moment which picture of Chief Bogo he had on his phone he should send. Most of the ones he had taken were rather... private. But then suddenly he remembered the perfect on. Opening the photos folder on his phone Clawhauser attached one particularly nice looking picture of him and his boyfriend when they had been out on a date, the larger man uncomfortable smiling at the camera while Benjamin leaned up against his chest grinning like a loon.

The picture quickly sent Benjamin bit his bottom lip as he waited for it to travel through cyberspace to Jeff where ever he was. Finally after several suspenseful moments of waiting the large bear gave a low whistle which was followed by an appreciative rumbling growl.

"Geeze Benny how the heck did you land yourself a dreamboat like this!" Jeff said chuckling. "Just look at those horns, bet that bodes well for other large things. Humm... though I have'ta say it's surprising that you're going out with another herbivore after what happened with you and Mike."

Perplexed as to why his ex-boyfriend had suddenly been brought up Benjamin pulled the phone away from his face to stare at Jeff's picture on his phone. Mike had been a very handsome twenty-something zebra whom the cheetah had gone out with for two wonderful weeks a year or so ago. The black and white stripped man had been sweet, intelligent, and most importantly willing to date a fat guy like him which was always a plus. For Clawhauser it had been a great stable relationship.

Or at least it had been up until the point where Mike oddly began to grow distant. Then suddenly he had shown up at Clawhauser's apartment door, flippantly explaining that he no longer wanted to see him anymore. A halfhearted excuse that had crushed Benjamin to the core. With it still being a bit of a sore spot to him Clawhauser wondered why Jeff was bringing it up now and asked him about it.

"W-What do you mean me going out with him is surprising?" The dispatcher asked dreading the answer.

"Well you know because of the reason Mike and you stopped seeing each other." Jeff said as if it should be obvious. When Clawhauser failed to reply to what he just said the bear gasped. "Wait, that big jerk never told you the real reason did he?"

Benjamin frowned. "Well, no he didn't." He said simply. "What was it."

There was a small pause over the line before Jeff responded cautiously. "Um... I think we should talk about something else Benny before this turns ugly." He said trying to change the subject. "Besides what does it matter now? You have this new guy and--"

"N-N-No I want to hear what it is." Brows furrowing Benjamin doubled down on his decision and continued pressing. If he had done something wrong than he wanted to hear about it. Maybe he could change whatever it was so he didn't scare off Mansa. "What was it that made Mike want to break up with me?"

Sighing when he realized Clawhauser wasn't going to drop the subject Jeff slowly began to explain what he had heard from friends, doing his best to put it as gently as he could as he spoke. "Well Mike sorta said the reason why he lost interest was because you didn't act like a normal predators does." He explained. "You know with all of your... unusual proclivities. The singing, the dancing, the giggling, the way you, um, squeal."

"What's wrong with my squeal!?" Clawhauser exclaimed, his mouth hanging open in shock.

"Nothing hun it's just a little... high-pitched is all." Jeff said carefully. "He, ah... he also said that he didn't like the fact you were a total bottom. Most of the time when a prey species dates one of us it's because they secretly want us to dominate them. I know that's always been the case with me."

Blushing when his sex life was brought up Benjamin felt his ego take another hard hit. Sure it was true that whenever they were in bed together he was on the bottom but he thought that's what Bogo liked. He never once complained about their roles. But if what Jeff was saying was true maybe Mansa was just being polite. Waiting for him to make the first move which he would never think to do.

"Is all of that really what Mike said." Clawhauser questioned in a slightly despondent tone.

Jeff gave the chubby man an apologetic sigh. He could hear the hurt in the cat's voice and felt bad for causing it. "I'm afraid it is Benny." He said remorsefully. "But like I said: what does it matter now? You've gone and gotten yourself a handsome as heck he-man who obviously likes you. You know, since he's been keeping him all you himself the last couple of months."

Snickering at his joke Jeff decided that they should talk about more pleasant things and moved onto catching Clawhauser up on every single thing that had gone on in the lives of their small group of friends, the ursine gossip quickly forgetting all about the conversation the two of them had just had about the spotted man's ex-boyfriend.

For Benjamin however, forgetting was a slightly harder matter. While he passively listened to Jeff talk about trivial things the thickset man quietly digested what he had just learned. Mike had left him because he didn't act like a real predator should?

Sure, Clawhauser knew he was a little different from the rest of his peers. The other officers at the station would often tease him about his overly gentle personality and his weight but... but he didn't think it was a negative.

What if Mansa ended up feeling the same way Mike had!? What if the horned man got sick and tired of the way he acted like Mike had and break things off with him? If that happened then the happiness Benjamin had found in being with The Chief would be over and he could never get it back. That thought alone was enough to spur the cat into action.

'I got to do something to make sure Mansa will keep on liking me.' Benjamin said with fierce determination. 'Hum... I wonder if I can find something online that would show me how to be a better predator.'

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Six o'clock on a Friday night certainly was a busiest time of the week for the inner city of Zootopia. As the sun began to set in the east traffic was at an all-time high as cars, trucks, and busses of various sizes and brands converged into a quagmire of honking horns and angry curses as the numerous citizens tried their best to get to their homes as quickly as they could.

Even the sidewalks weren't immune to this barely controlled bedlam. Every square inch of available sidewalk space filled to the brim with even more citizens who were either rushing around to get home like their vehicle driving brethren or like Benjamin Clawhauser heading off to somewhere for a special night out among the teaming crowds. Or at least that's what the pudgy cheetah hoped was going to happen as he sat in his seat on the train he was on.

Fiddling with his thumbs as the train rumbled towards his destination Benjamin silently began to wonder how he was going to handle his upcoming date with Mansa Bogo. Most of the time this wouldn't have been a problem, the cat usually so happy and smiley about their upcoming time together that any nervousness was eclipsed by his excitement. But after what he had learned earlier that week the only thing Clawhauser felt was a horrible knot of worry twisting in his large belly that only got worse as they pulled into the subway station and lurched to a stop.

After he had finished catching up with Jeff and hug up last Saturday Benjamin had spent the remainder of the next week fretting over the information he had learned. His mind going over the various quirks in his personality and wondering how he could fix them before Mansa became annoyed.

However, as hard as he tried the chubby feline just couldn't figure out how to do it which only caused him to think harder about the subject. His over thinking had gotten so bad at one point that when Bogo had approached him on a Thursday afternoon after work Benjamin had nearly jumped clear out of his spotted hide.

It was how he reacted to that incident that caused Clawhauser to do something that he had never done before. He just had to prove that he wasn't some sort of wuss. Clearing his throat he had took the initiative--like a real predator was supposedly supposed to do--and asked Mansa out that coming Friday to a secretive location before the older man could do so first like he always did.

The Chief, as expected, had been a little taken back by the sudden proposal but had quickly agreed to the idea and together the two had agreed to meet late that night, Clawhauser insisting to Bogo's renewed confusion that he'd arrive separate from him on a train, his secret reason for the change up in their usual routine being that he wanted time to prepare.

And that was what led Clawhauser to where he was now. The doughnut loving man dressed in his favorite green shirt that barely covered his tummy and nicest pair of jeans as he anxiously chewed on his clawed fingers while walking off of the train and through the busy station heading for the front entrance.

Mindful of the crowd as he wormed his way the casually dressed police dispatcher mentally went over the battle plan he had committed to memory the previous day. First on the list was he had to make sure he didn't make any inappropriate noises when he was with Mansa. No dramatic gasps, no whimpering, and defiantly no squealing. Second was he had to make sure he took charge of their date, opening doors, leading the way things like that. And lastly he had to absolutely give off a vibe of toughness and collected calm. One that said, "yeah I'm a predator, what's it to you!"

Going over these three very important rules again and again Clawhauser just knew he could show Chief Bogo that he was a true predator and worth his very precious time. And speaking of said tall handsome man, just as the uncharacteristically serious looking Benjamin stepped out into the front plaza of the train station the older man's deep voice shouted out above the clamor of the crowd.

"Over here Benjamin!" A waving Mansa called out from a distance, his head above the sea of other mammals in the area.

Waving the older man over from where he stood Clawhauser patiently waited as Bogo approached him through the crowd. Like always the older man was dressed in that incredibly sexy way that he denied doing on purpose. A sleek, pair of black jeans covering his lower half while a tight polo shirt hid all but the very top of his huge barrel sized chest from view.

Mansa had even taken to wearing those little reading glasses of his. The whole ensemble giving the cape buffalo the distinct impression of a well put together, highly attractive super stud daddy that Benjamin just felt like drooling over all night. And that was all the more reason to make sure his plan for that night went through without a hitch. He couldn't take the chance of losing all that!

Finally reaching him Mansa took a few moments to catch his breath, usual super serious mask of cool indifference dropping away for a single moment so that a nearly undetectable smile could ghost across his lips at seeing Clawhauser before he brought the wall back up. "I thought for sure you'd be calling me to cancel for the night." He said in his usual stuffy manner. "Wouldn't have blamed you for it either because of this madhouse."

Rule number three echoing in his head Clawhauser did his very best to put on a brave face and pretended to chuckle at the very notion he was intimidated by the all-encompassing, suffocating, crowd of rude and pushy people they were currently in the middle of. "Y-You didn't have to worry about little old me." He said giving what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "It have'ta take more than a few thousand people pushing and grumbling to send me running home."

A single eyebrow rose on Bogo's face in response to the cheesy looking smiled aimed at him. This skeptical line of bushy hair unnerving Clawhauser until Mansa suddenly shrugged and looked away, surveying the crowd a couple of seconds before he went on with his previous topic as if nothing had been noticed.

"Well, you may not be annoyed by all this fuss but I certainly am." The police chief said referring to the state of the crowd. "You're just lucky you didn't come with me in my car. I was stuck in traffic for a good twenty minutes."

Relived that his first hurdle had been passed, Benjamin relaxed if only the tiniest bit and snickered into his paw. "If that's the case then you should sell your car and take the train from now on." He said giving a wink. "It's better for the environment and you don't have to ever worry about being stuck in a stuffy car like a canned sardine."

"Ah but if got rid of my car I couldn't drive you home after our dates." Bogo remarked slyly as he placed a hooved hand on his lover's shoulder and began leading them towards the street. "And if I couldn't drive you home..." He went on in a low whisper. "...Then I couldn't take you to that doughnut shop you like and lick your left over sprinkles off of your paws."

"Ooh... oh my, my, my I almost forgot all about that." Benjamin giggled, his mind instantly snapping at him to stop making such a juvenile sound as soon as realized what he was doing. 'Remember rule number one Benny boy.' He reminded himself, thinking. 'No funny noises.'

Stepping out of the busy train station courtyard and onto the even busier sidewalk of one of Zootopia's hottest shopping districts both men quickly weaved their way through the swarming mass of bodies until they reached a crosswalk where they were forced to stop.

It was as they stood there waiting for the signal to change that Bogo finally felt it was time he was told exactly where they were supposed to be going. His curiosity from the week finally getting the better of the jaded police chief. "Alright Benjamin, now that we're here I think I've been patient enough." He said stiffly. "How about you enlighten me about what you have planned for the evening?"

"Huh... o-oh yeah almost forgot I was leading the way." Clawhauser replied as he was drawn out of his thoughts. Walking forward as the light changed and they were allowed to cross the stout man tugged at Mansa's large arm trying to get him to move faster.

"Do you remember that book store that was in the paper last week?" Benjamin began smiling secretively. "The one called Wise Owl Books?"

"How could I ever forget." Bogo said as he allowed himself to be pulled down the sidewalk. "We had to send a half dozen men down there to keep the crowds in check. Officer Fangford still has that black eye from when those two rhinos picked a fight with each other."

Wincing as he remembered how the leopard had strolled his way into the station with a mean shiner and a goose egg on his head the very next day Clawhauser gave his companion a reassuring look. "Well, even so I gonna be taking you there today." He said finishing his reveal. "Thought you could pick up that James Catterson novel you've been wanting to read?"

Eyes lighting up when he heard that Mansa smirked down at Benjamin. "I didn't think you were listening when I was droning on about that." He said in all honestly.

"Hey, just because I was busy eating at the time doesn't mean I'd just ignore my favorite man at the table." Clawhauser said pretending to take offense. "In fact Mr. Smarty-pants I'll have you know I can multitask with the best of them. I even once ate a whole box of doughnuts while filing away case files and watching a music video on my phone."

"Those wouldn't happen to be the case files that everyone had trouble opening because they were covered in crumbs and stickiness would they?" Bogo wondered in the same tone that a suspicious parent would use on a naughty child. "The ones we ended up having to spend two whole days replacing?"

"M-Maybe." Clawhauser said, his large full cheeks tinting a little when Mansa shook his head and chuckled fondly at him. "But that's beside the point. What I was saying is that I listen to everything you say and I just know you're going to love this bookstore."

Rounding a corner the two men suddenly found themselves within sight of their goal, the large Wise Owl Bookstore looming in the distance like some sort of royal palace. Looking the building they were rapidly approaching as they walked Bogo found himself becoming impressed. The store was a very large and expensive looking establishment. The structure boasting large glass windows held together by steel beams. The clear barriers giving onlookers a clear view of the three full stories filled to the brim with all sorts of books. Seeing all this splendor Bogo hummed in appreciation. It was good to see such a place completely dedicated to reading.

Voicing his thoughts about their evening the large man slipped his arm free and gave Clawhauser a thankful pat on his back. "I think you were right about me loving this place." He said. "Even if, by some strange circumstance, they don't have my book I'm sure there will be something for me in there."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say." Benjamin said pleased that he had impressed the other man by choosing the perfect spot for their night out. "So... should we get in there already and look around? I bet you can't wait to see what they have."

"You'd win that bet Kitten." Bogo replied. Striding forward as they approached the front doors of the massive book depository before them the great horned man went to open the door for Clawhauser like he always did.

But just as he was about to the cat surprised the chief when he jogged ahead quickly and beat him to the punch, the pudgy man standing there with another one of those odd un-Benjamin-like smiles that bothered Mansa to no end. "Beat you to it didn't I?" The cheetah said slightly out of breath.

This was something else that Clawhauser had read about during his online searches about predatory/pray relationships. That when they went out how he should be the one who did things for Mansa. Opening doors, paying for things, stuff like that. A notion while feeling a little odd, Mansa being more than capable of doing things on his own he accepted none the less. Anything to keep Mansa in his life.

Not noticing the determined look crossing over Clawhauser's face as he went over his perceived duties Bogo wordlessly passed by the thoughtful man and entered the store, an almost happy looking smile forming on his lips as he took in the vast selection they had in stock on the shelves. "Alright then, where do you want to start?" He said peering over his shoulder. "I for one am planning to go straight to the mystery section."

"Well, t-then let me find it for you." Clawhauser insisted. Taking command again the cheetah quickly looked at the large banners hanging from the ceiling informing customers of the different sections inside the store and pointed over to the one that they were look for. "Over there!" He announced. "Here, let me show you the way."

Thought plainly seeing the sign for himself Bogo allowed himself to be led by the elbow again to the mystery section of the warehouse, his eyes focused on the back of Benjamin's head as he began to feel like there was something strange going on with his usually giggly boyfriend. However, just as he was about to open his mouth to ask if something was wrong said feline suddenly stopped in front of him with an breathless gasp.

"Oh... my... goodness!" Benjamin said slowly as he released his hold on Bogo's arm and squeezed his face in excitement. "I can't believe it's out already!"

Moving faster than Mansa had ever seen the overweight man move, Clawhauser bounded over to a life-sized standee of Gazelle that had a stack of books next to it on a small table. Snatching one of these tomes up he held it up into the air and giggled, his personality returning to its usual state much to Bogo relief.

Walking his way over to his companion to see what it was exactly he was fawning over, Mansa wasn't surprised to find out that the book he had picked up was some sort of auto-biographical piece of tripe about the diva depicted on the nearby cutout. For the life of him Bogo just couldn't understand why Clawhauser was so interested in the woman and her singing. Sure some of the songs were... catchy but they weren't that great. Not that he didn't pick up another one of the books himself to read the back cover.

"So I take it you're going to buy this while we're here." The cape buffalo said once he had scanned over the back cover. "If so, just promise you won't spend the entire night reading from it, alright? I'd like to see your face a bit while we're out."

"Oh, don't be silly Manny, I'd never be so rude as to..." Catching himself before he finished his sentence Clawhauser mentally kicked himself in his overly large bottom. Here he was acting like some sort of hyper fifteen-year-old fan girl when he was supposed to be proving his predatorhood. What was wrong with him!?

"No, no I'm not going to read it all tonight." Using every last ounce of willpower he possessed Benjamin carefully placed the Gazelle book back down on the display and snootily snubbed it in an attempt to look mature. "In fact, I don't think I'll ever be reading this book."

His jaw nearly dropping open in shock Bogo stuck one of his fingers into his large floppy ear, thinking he must have misheard. "Wait, are you serious?" He asked incredulously. "You're not going to read about your favorite celebrity."

"Nope, I'm so over Gazelle and her wonderful... amazing... awe-inspiring music." Clawhauser said being with a slight waver. Blindly reaching out the spotted man pulled a book off a nearby shelf and held it aloft. "You see I'm so much more interested in books like this. You know about..." Peering down he quickly read the title of the book in his hands aloud. "...Vintage Automobile collecting and repair."

Even more suspicious than he already was at hearing that, Bogo folded his arms over his chest and stared Clawhauser down. "Alright, now I'm positively sure you're not being serious." He huffed. "When have you ever been interested in cars?"

"S-Since I was a cub." Benjamin provided, thinking fast. "You should have seen all of the little toy cars I had, vroom-vroom! I was a regular... um... whoever the most famous car person is's name."

Seeing that his lie was sinking fast awfully fast Clawhauser quickly looked around to the signs hanging from the ceiling again and picked some random subject which he pointed out, pretending to be excited. "Ooh, look they got books on dentistry!" He said a little too loudly. "I think I'll go and take a little look while you go and get your mystery novel."

Barely processing what the smaller man was saying before he had waddled away like his tail was on fire Bogo watched dumbly as his date suddenly gave him a quick wave goodbye and raced off down the first isle he came across.

Seeing him move so fast only cemented the police chief's opinion that something was up. First Clawhauser had casually explained away his obvious discomfort at the train station. Then there was the thing with the door, and now after all that he was apparently choosing a car repair manual over the newest hogwash of his idol.

"Yup, something is defiantly wrong with him." Mansa concluded grimly. "And while I haven't the foggiest what it is I'm going to see to it that I find out."

Across the store, hiding behind a large shelf Clawhauser banged his head against the row of books and rubbed his face with his paws, his double chin giving a small jiggle as he groaned quietly. How could he have slipped up like that? If he was going to pull his plan off he really had to step up his game apparently. Yes, he'd have to buckle down, ignore everything he loved, and... and...

'Who am I kidding, I'm so going to mess up!' Benjamin bemoaned when he realized how hard that would be. 'I couldn't even hold in a single squeal when I saw that amaz... I-I mean dumb book!'

Peering down at the book in his hands again beginning to sulk, the depressed feline decided to at least try and read it, hoping that he might find something within to help. Only thing was when he pried the odd thing open he immediately became lost in all the complicated diagrams and small text. How on earth could anyone understand gibberish like this!?

Putting the confusing thing aside Clawhauser quickly located another book and went to see if it would help. Something which it didn't in the slightest. The next five he tried weren't any better either. One being on football a spot he really didn't like as much as basketball, another about masonry which was useless because he didn't even know how to use a hammer, and lastly one about, shudder, how to exercise every single day and go on an all kale and wheat grass diet.

It was as he was slipping that last book back into place in disgust that Benjamin suddenly found himself shoved face first into the shelf in front of him. The entire display threatening to fall over with a worrisome rattle before he frantically reached out and steadied it.

"Watch where you're going fat stuff." A youngish voice suddenly came. Whoever it was stopping behind the other man to give him a proper look. Which when he did elicited a snicker. "Wait a minute... are you a cheetah? God, you are! A fat cheetah, now that's just sad."

After making sure the shelf he had almost knocked over was securely in place Clawhauser took a deep breath and turned around to face his assaulter. To his surprise the man who had almost unceremoniously sent him to the floor was a large, smug looking lion. The other cat being the complete opposite of him in every way with a taunt muscular build and an intimidating posture that just screamed alpha predator.

"Whoa..." Benjamin said becoming impressed. If he could somehow get himself muscles like that then no one would ever question him about his personality. Maybe he should take another look at the horrible exercise book after all.

Unfortunately, for Clawhauser his none-sexual and innocent appreciation for the other man's form seemed to provoke a negative response from the larger cat. Narrowing his eyes the man took an aggressive step towards him, a snarl on his face. "Just what are staring at?" He growled. "You see something you like chubs? Cause if you do then I sure ain't interested."

A little shocked at that response Clawhauser instantly lowered his ears in submission and looked away. "Oh, um s-sorry about that." He said trying to avoid a fight. "I was... was... just thinking about something I need to do later."

"Was it what you're going to eat for your next meal?" The lion said in a mocking, snooty voice. "What will it be, two tons of food or three tonight?"

Fur bristling at the insult Benjamin gave the nasty creature standing in front of him a lukewarm glare. He may have not been all that tough but sure as heck wouldn't stand for being bullied like that. He hated it when people stereotyped him because of his weight. "Now that was just plain mean." He huffed. "I'll have you know that I've only had two meals today not counting snacks in between and--"

"Ha! I knew it!" Clutching his sides the rude man began to laugh snicker. "Just can't miss a meal now can you fatso?"

Looking Clawhauser up and down the tawny colored mammal rolled his eyes and tapped the heftier man's belly, his braying laughter only growing louder as Benjamin yelped and hopped out of reach. "You're even a little wimp to boot." He sneered. "I really hope you don't have a girlfriend or something because they

d deserve better. Bet they'd be so embarrassed that they'd refuse to be seen out in public with you."

And with that the last sentence Clawhauser's confidence began to crumble. Even after only just meeting him this man could tell he wasn't worthy of being called a predator. It was so depressing a fact that before he could stop himself the chubby cheetah began to feel his bottom lip quivering.

Thankfully before he could completely prove the prove the lion's hateful point by breaking down a gruff cough suddenly came from the pair's right. Both cat's turning to find Chief Mansa Bogo standing a few feet away with them, his glasses perched on his muzzle and several books tucked under his right arm.

Not saying a word at first Mansa zeroed in on the state of his date then shifted focus over to the person whom had been speaking to him before he arrived. The second he put two and two together he felt rage begin to bubble up in the back of his mind. An emotion he was quick to reign in by calmly talking to Clawhauser. "Is there something wrong here Benjamin?" He asked. "Cause it looks like something is."

Trying to appear strong. Even if he didn't feel like it Clawhauser smiled weakly. "N-No I'm alright over here." Wanting desperately to avoid the subject hanging in the air the cheetah pointed over to the books Bogo had with him. "Oh, did you find what you were looking for?"

Eyes still partially focused on the lion Bogo gave a slow nod, an idea suddenly forming in his head. "Yes, I found exactly what I was looking for babe." He said putting special emphasis on the last word. Taking one of his books he held it out and seemingly read the title out loud. "Ten simple steps to controlling the explosive, blinding, all consuming rage you feel inside. Humm... hope this one works better that the last. Can't afford another assault charge."

Panic flashing across his features when he took in the size and scope of the larger man in his midst the lion suddenly decided he had somewhere else to be and slinked off, eyes glued on the other male as he walked backwards.

Watching him go as he did this Bogo smirked a little. That'd show the mangy mammal to bother his Kitten. Speaking of him. Sliding his book back under his arm Mansa walked up to the still scared looking Clawhauser and leaned down so they were eye level, concern written all over his face as he gently rubbed the short man's back comfortingly

"Are you alright?" The horned man asked once he was sure their unwanted companion was out of hearing range. "That punk didn't hurt you or anything, did he?"

"No... more like he just scared me a little." Clawhauser admitted, though he was loath to voice it. For the life of him he just didn't know what had come over him. He was police office for goodness sake. He should have been able to remain calm when someone bothered him predator or not. "Hopefully I won't run into him again anytime soon."

"Well if you do then I'll make sure he leaves you alone." Mansa assured as he placed an arm around his lover. "After all, what's the use of having a boyfriend like me if you can't use him as a body guard against creeps."

Having expected a thankful smile for his thoughtful words Bogo was disheartened when Clawhauser visibly deflate and sigh. "Yeah, I guess it is a good thing I have you." The smaller man said. "No way someone like me could handle anything like that. Being wimpy is why they stuck me behind the front desk back at the station instead of in the field after all."

"What's all this now?" Mansa said growing curious. "I thought you loved working at the front desk."

"Yeah I do it's just..." Figuring that it was better if he just kept quiet Clawhauser closed his mouth with a pop and looked away. "Never mind."

Growing frustrated at Benjamin's continued attempt to keep whatever problem he was having under wraps Bogo gave the other man a loud angry snort. "I will not "never mind" anything Officer Clawhauser." He said pulling rank. "But what I will be doing is paying for my book and taking you back to my car so we can have ourselves a long talk about the way you've been acting. Is that understood Kitten?"

Blushing a little at the way he was being talked to like a child Benjamin tried once more to avoid the inevitable. "But Chieeeeeef..." He whined. "Can't you just forget about it?"

"But nothing mister. March!" Taking the younger man by the shoulder Mansa--using very little of his natural strength--steered them down the aisle and towards the cash registers at the front of the store. "I want the regular Benjamin Clawhauser back and I'm not dropping anything until I get what I want!"

Understanding that no longer had a choice in the matter Clawhauser pouted and allowed himself to be shoved towards what he assumed was going to be a very unpleasant conversation. He had done everything he had done just to make Mansa happy and all he had done was anger the older man. This talk they were about to have was most likely a break up speech. A speech which after his failures to act like he was supposed to he felt like he deserved.

'So much for my happy dating life.' Benjamin thought to himself bitterly.

---

The walk to Mansa's car was an awkward and tense one for Clawhauser, the rotund cheetah trailing behind the larger mammal at a respectable distance as they traveled down the sidewalk a few blocks and into the parking complex where Bogo had parked his car.

Upon reaching said large, cape buffalo sized vehicle Mansa quickly turned to the younger man and reach back, opening the driver's side door for him. "Get in Benjamin." He commanded curtly. "And be quick about it."

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather I just go?" Clawhauser asked frowning. "I mean, it's not like you really have to drive me home. I'm perfectly capable of taking the train again so--"

"I'm driving you home Benjamin." Mansa insisted before the other man could continue on with his weak excuse. "Now stop stalling and get in. Before I pick you up and toss you inside."

Head hung low, Clawhauser curled into himself shoulder's stopped as he slowly made his way into his now former boyfriend's car, a flinch going through his hefty body as the door slammed shut behind him and Bogo slowly walked around the outside of the automobile.

This was it, Benjamin thought. He was about to be dumped by the perfect man. And really he couldn't blame him. Clawhauser just wasn't good enough for someone like Mansa Bogo. He was too weak willed, too gentle to be the predator the police chief must have wanted when they hooked up in the shower room at the station.

'It was still nice while I lasted' Clawhauser said to himself. 'But at least this should be fast and quick given how blunt Manny is.'

The driver door opening, breaking him out of his internal dialog Benjamin watched as Bogo slid into the driver's seat and closed the door. The large man gripping the steering wheel with a rumbling sigh before he brought one hand up to rub at his temple.

"Look... Ben before we start know this: I am not angry with you." Mansa began, getting that out of the way first. "I just want to know what's going on with my favorite spotted police dispatcher so just tell me what it is so we can work through it and move on."

Nervously taking his tail and twisting it Benjamin remained silent at first, debating if he should say anything or now. But any reluctance to do so shriveled up and blew away when he saw the look of genuine concern in Bogo's deep brown eyes as he gazed across the cab at him.

"Alright, I'll tell you what's happening." Clawhauser said giving in. "It's just... j-just..." Unable to take it anymore he covered his face with both paws and spoke his mind, his words fast as he sat there in the large passenger's seat. "Do you think I suck at being a real predator?"

"Suck at being..." Confusion hitting him like a sack of bricks Mansa flopped back in his seat and frowned as he tried to figure out what the spotted man next to him had just said. "Where on earth did that come from!?" He eventually said fully turning to his companion.

Continuing to explain Benjamin shifted around in his seat so that he was on his knees and him and Bogo were mostly eyelevel. "A few days ago I was talking to my friend Jeffery and he sorta told me the reason why one of my old boyfriends broke up with me." He began. "He... he said that Mike said he left me because I wasn't acting like a predator should. You know because of my personality and everything."

"And that's what's been making you act weird all afternoon?" Mansa said in finally understanding. When a sad nod came in response to his query the large man seriously began contemplating finding this Mike person--whomever or whatever he was--and teaching him a lesson about say things like that. But, that sort of revenge was for later. Right now he had someone more important to tend to.

"Do you truly think all that's true Benjamin?" Bogo questioned the other male. "That you need to be a different person to be a predator?"

"No..." Clawhauser said with a drawl. But then sighing he dropped his head and huffed. "Well, maybe a little. I mean look at me Manny!" Reaching down the pudgy man grabbed his stomach with both paws and gave it a hard shake. "Have you ever seen a cheetah this big?! Not to mention how timid I can be! Oh, oh, oh and I squeal! Have you ever heard a grown man squeal like me?"

A small pregnant pause followed Clawhauser's outburst, the spot covered man sighing as he turned his head and stared at the dashboard as Mansa tried to think of a proper response to all that. Finally he settled on chuckling warmly, his hand going to cup Benjamin's chubby cheek so he could force the younger man to face him.

"I rather like your squealing." Mansa said smirking. "Mostly because I'm the one who's been making you do it more often these days."

Giving a chuckle of his own--a weak impression of his usual lively giggle--Benjamin nuzzled the palm caressing his face. "Stop making fun of me." He said unable to contain the smile that appeared on his lips. "I'm really trying to be serious here."

"I wasn't making fun I was just hoping to get a smile out of you." Mansa countered back playfully. "Which I accomplished despite our situation."

"Yeah I guess I did." Clawhauser reluctantly agreed. Somehow knowing that he had amused his lover was making him feel better. Not that he was all the way there yet. "Still I wish I was more, you know... like a normal predator. I mean, look at the two of us. The way you handled that guy back in the book store. Outta the two of use your more predator-like than I am."

The smirk that had formed on his face during his moment of levity dropping slightly Bogo snorted and turned in his seat again so he could take his feline friend by his paws. "Ben... do you think I should strive to be more like some ignorant people believe herbivores should act?" He said posing a question. "That I should stop being me and instead be timid and submissive all the time."

"What, no Chief don't do that!" Benjamin cried out, frantically waving his hands around in protest. "Don't you dare go and change a single thing about yourself mister. You're perfect just the way you are! So big and strong and... heh, amazing. Oh my, oh my you've just gotta be the most wonderful man I've ever known."

"Just as you are the most prefect being I have ever met." Mansa countered with a smirk. However, just as suddenly as that smirk came is was replaced by a deathly serious frown. "Kitten, I want you to listen to what I'm about to say. I absolutely adore everything about you."

When his statement got a look of utter surprise Bogo decided to go one step further and pulled the stunned man closer, Clawhauser almost ending up in his lap as he began to slow nuzzle the cat's thick neck. "I like the way you smile even on a workday." The cape buffalo continued. "The way you sing and dance in the shower when you think no one can hear you. The way sprinkles get stuck on your uniform at work. Heck, I even like the way you move around when you walk. Sometimes I think I'm going to burn a hole in the back of your pants because my eyes are always focused on that chubby butt of yours."

"Mansa!" Benjamin gasped, face heating up at that last part. "That's really sleazy?"

Bogo snorted derisively "Yeah it is, but who cares. I'm your boss so I can get away with it." He bragged. "Seeing how undoubtedly sexy you are really makes me wonder why you'd ever want a grumpy man like me."

"Well I happen to like grumpy old men." Clawhauser giggled, bad mood finally lifting after hearing all that. "Especially when that grumpy old man puts up with me acting like a real dunderhead all night."

Slipping his hands free Benjamin wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and hugged him close. "I'm sooo sorry for doubting you Mansa." The younger man went on.

A genuine smile crossing his muzzle Mansa leaned back and gave Benjamin a long kiss, the hefty mammal whimpering into his mouth as it was deepened to the point where they both nearly lost the ability to remain coherent.

It was only when they realized that they had to breath that Bogo backed off, the horned man smiling as a now very bashful Clawhauser covered his lap with one hand and scooted back to his seat. "Well now that we've dealt with that whole mess I think it's time I took you home." Mansa announced. "I know we had other plans, but after all that I truly think it's for the best."

Nodding in understanding Clawhauser unhappily sighed. They had made up, but it seemed they still had some lingering things to deal with. "Yeah, you're right." He agreed. "Guess I really loused up our whole date night so it's understandable that you want some time alone."

"Who said anything about being alone Kitten? I was planning on taking you home with me." Mansa clarified as he turned on his vehicle and shifted it out of park. "We may have talked out all those silly self-doubts you somehow acquired recently but we still haven't resolved things in the physical manner."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clawhauser asked not completely getting the gist of what the horned man was saying.

There was a short pause as the chief lowered his hand to pat himself through his jeans, an almost sinister look appearing on his face that spoke volumes about what was going on through his mind. "What I am saying is that it's time I stripped you completely naked and make you comprehend how special you are by worshiping you with my mouth, hands, and the eight hard inches between my legs." He growled. "That is if you feel up to us having sex until the sun comes up tomorrow."

Comprehension finally dawning on him Clawhauser felt excitement bubbled through his body. The feeling coming out as he brought both of his hands up and squeezed his face, a squeeing sound coming out of him so cute that Bogo couldn't help but give him another quick peck on the lips for it. The kiss, just like the curious hooved hand getting in a quick grope promising that the couple were about to make up from their first fight in a grand fashion.

---

Kicking open his bedroom door with the back of his foot, a very aroused Mansa Bogo and Benjamin Clawhauser awkwardly made their way into the former man's bedroom. Bogo easily spinning the plumper man around as he dove down to resume the make out session they had been engaged in ever since they had entered his home.

Kissing Benjamin while standing had always been a bit of an awkward experience for the police chief. What with their nearly three foot size difference. But with the eager way his seeking lips were being received he reasoned that a little back ache was well worth the pleasure he received from the warm body in his arms.

Giving a yelp when the back of his legs his the bed within the small bedroom Clawhauser reluctantly had to break their kiss though as he ended up falling back onto the bed on his butt, the short yellow and black furred male shyly peering up at the man still towering over him.

"Are you sure you feel up to this?" He questioned, still a little unsure. "After how weird I was being I'd really understand if all you wanted to do is... you know, cuddle."

Rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of that idea Bogo took his hand and used it to give Benjamin a quick shove onto his back, the randy man then climbing over him to bodily pin the couchant man to the mattress with all five-hundred or so pounds of horny cape buffalo.

"Do you honestly think I'm just going to let you get away with an hour or so of cuddling after getting me this riled up?" Mansa said in a firm yet somehow playful tone. "No... you, Officer Clawhauser are going to take reasonability and pay me back for all the worry you put me through tonight."

Gulping at both the "threat" he had gotten and the lustful bedroom voice and eyes fixed on him Clawhauser giggled lightly. "O-Oh and how am I going to pay?" He wondered, giving a grin. "Is there a fine or something or should I just..."

A little surprised by the teasing he was now on the receiving end of Mansa decided he'd put an end to it and shut the smaller mammal's smart mouth by grinding his stomach against the very noticeable erection in the feline's jeans. The friction causing Benjamin to whimper and bite his bottom lip, all words and thoughts of teasing forgotten.

"Good kitty." Bogo chuckled once he had silenced anymore taunting comments. "Now as to how you'll be making up for being dumb about how wonderful you are, I think you can accomplish that by letting me do what I said I was going to do and run my tongue over every last inch of your pleasantly plump body."

"A-Alright!" Clawhauser managed to get out as his thoughts became fuzzy. "Just stop teasing me pleeeeeease. I'm really turned on now."

"Oh so you can dish it out but not take it, huh Benjamin?" Sliding off of both his lover and the bed Mansa stood up and slowly began to remove his shirt, a smug satisfied look crossing his face when Clawhauser quickly rolled up into a cross-legged sitting position and eagerly watched the show going on before him.

"See something you like?" Bogo asked knowing full well what response he'd receive. Finished with unbutton his polo shirt the large man shrugged it off revealing his bare barreled sized chest and powerful arms. "Because if you don't then you've got yourself a drooling problem."

Quickly wiping his spittle off of his double chin Clawhauser blushed at his open staring and clutched his tail, twisting the snake-like appendage in bashfulness. "I... I c-can't help it chief you're just so darn sexy." He admitted. "I don't think there could be anyone better looking than you."

Stepping forward Mansa effortlessly devastated Benjamin of his olive green shirt, the boring and dull garment casually flung to the side so he could admire what he had just uncovered. Clawhauser like all members of his race had lighter fur on his chest and belly, the lovely cream colored giving the doughy chest and pudgy belly the cat sported a look what made one just want to run their hands through it.

"Oh, I beg to differ Ben." Mansa rumbled as he went to remove his jeans and briefs. After seeing that he needed them both naked as quickly as possible. "From where I'm standing the sexiest thing around here is you."

"Awe stop joshing me Chief." Clawhauser said his blush growing worse as he the man in front of him rendered himself completely naked. "T-There's no need to say sappy junk like that. I'm already in your bed after all."

"Ah, but I'm only telling you the truth." Craving to see more of his lover than just his upper half Mansa gave Clawhauser another light shove--the younger man giving an "oomph" as he was laid flat on his back again--and quickly proceeded to yank off the rotund man's pair of short jeans and then tight fitting underwear. The bright white tighty-whities removal leaving the chubby feline completely naked to his superior officers increasingly aroused eyes. "Now that's a hellava lot better."

"Geeze I like it when you're rough." Benjamin said breathlessly.

"What else do you like Kitten?" Bogo asked cheekily as he reached out to grip and stroke the shaft poking out from the messy thick tangle of pubic fur between Clawhauser's legs. "Tell me and I'll do it."

A shudder running though him at the silkily baritone promise Clawhauser quickly went through all of the possible things that could be done to him and came up with one thing that he enjoyed the most. "C-Can you give me head?" He asked grinning. "You're really, really good at that."

"Well, if I'm really, really good..." Dropping down onto his knees Bogo wasted no time in lowering his horned head and swallowing the cheetah's cock in one felled swoop, lips wrapping around the tasty and heated shaft tightly as he gingerly began to bob up and down on it with long torturous slowness.

"Oh-my-goodness!" Clawhauser cried out as he was sucked on. "Oh man... geeze Chief... that's so... that's so.... OH MAN!"

Unable to say anymore after that barely coherent thought Clawhauser covered his mouth with both his hands and laid there, toes curling and tail twitching as the suction being applied to his dick increased to a degree that would make a high end vacuum cleaner jealous. Who would have known that someone as tough and intimidating as Mansa Bogo, police chief and terror to those who displeased him on the job would so willingly suck him off without a moment of hesitation.

Thinking about that Benjamin was reminded of the conversation they had back in the car earlier. Bogo was right, he shouldn't go changing stuff about himself. From the attention being paid to him it was obvious that the larger man liked the way he was. But, there was more to the sentiment too. Clawhauser had also come to realize that he liked himself too. Yes, he may have been a bit... odd for a predator given his inclinations but in the end that didn't matter. He was happy with himself, Mansa was happy with the way he was, and that's all he should care about in the end.

Mind settled on the matter of his self-image Clawhauser threw away all caution and sat up, hands gripping his larger companion's impressive set of horns, which he then used as leverage to thrust his hips upwards into the warm cavern suckling him. Yeah, it may have been a little rude, he realized, but he just couldn't help himself. Besides, from the way Mansa was reacting to his sudden movement, the grim faced man humming and relaxing his throat so he could take Benjamin in as deeply as he could, it was obvious that he hadn't minded one bit.

Given the go ahead from the actions of his bedmate Clawhauser let out a series of lout pants and bucked upwards, driving himself closer and closer to the edge as his lower half tingled something wonderful. But all this stimulation soon became too much for him to bare and all too soon he was voicing something filthy that he'd never, ever usually say.

"Oh geeze Manny. I-I think I'm going to cum in your mouth!" He exclaimed. "Oh my, yes... I really think I am. Your mouth is just so gosh darn good!"

Hearing the confession Bogo surprised his boyfriend by suddenly pulling away, Clawhauser's cock popping out of his mouth as he sat back on his haunches, desperately trying to catch his breath. "Not... ha... not yet Ben." He said with a sexy rumble. "You're not going to cum until I've done everything in the book to you."

The slight irritation he was feeling at being denied his release melting at the sweet words and dirty gleam in the other man's eyes Benjamin scratched at an imaginary itch on the back of his scalp and leaned back onto his elbows. "Heh-heh, I guess you're right about that." He agreed. "But... um whatever you're planning next get on with it. You sorta left me..." Finishing his thought, the cheetah pointed down to his now steel hard spit covered dick and giggled unable to verbally finish.

"Never knew you could be so pushy Officer Clawhauser." Mansa said, growling in the face of such boldness. "To think a sweet innocent man like you ordering his boss have sex with him. What would everyone back at the station think if they knew your true nature."

Squeaking at the idea of his coworkers knowing how shameless he was acting Clawhauser grinned sheepishly. "Well, what can I say? I-I just know what I want I guess." He said. "It's just like when I see a doughnut I really, really, really want."

"Oh I know." Standing up Bogo rubbed his sore jaw and put one knee onto the bed, the cape buffalo descending down over onto his lover, large body forcing Clawhauser to scoot backwards as their faces grew close enough for another quick kiss before Mansa continued. "McHorn's still upset at you for that time you bit his finger in the break room."

"Hey, I warned him not to take the last doughnut, didn't I?" Benjamin mumbled as he guiltily looked away. "Wasn't my fault it was only one jelly filled left."

"You had already eaten the other four in the box." Bogo pointed out, the blush his reminder caused in Clawhauser's cheeks making him smirk. However, thinking over what he just said he gave the cheetah's large belly a quick poke, it jiggling in response. "On second thought I believe I can understand you inability to control yourself around jelly. I seem to have developed a weakness for it myself."

Climbing fully onto his bed, Mansa used his massive size to tower over Benjamin, the horny police chief pushing him down onto his back once more as--ever mindful of his own massive weight--he lowered himself down, trapping the cat under his body.

"I think I need a taste of your "jelly" right now in fact." Mansa declared now that he had his boyfriend right where he wanted him.

Doing just that the cape buffalo stuck out his large tongue and languidly dragged it across the incline of Clawhauser's thick neck, probing organ tracing the double chins he found as he traveled from one side to the other then lower, past the sharpness of the septum and over the left pectoral muscle until the naughty organ located a pert nipple which he bit and flicked at a few times.

"Oh... oh, OH MY! T-that's certainly new!" Clawhauser said, his mind beginning to short circuit. Hand going to his mouth, he quickly bit the side of his palm to keep himself from moaning to loud. "I... I.. AH, I didn't realize that my chest could be this sensitive." He mumbled into the fur.

"Oh I'm just getting started." Grabbing the offending hand blocking the sounds he was driving out of the other man Mansa smirked and repeated his oral actions, doubling his efforts next as he went to tweak the nubs parallel twin. "This feel good?" He asked against the furry flesh. "You like having your tits played with?"

Pleasure surging through his body at each and every thing Bogo was doing to his chest Clawhauser squirmed under the older man, his composure becoming undone more and more by the second. "Uh-uh!" He panted out. "I can't believe how darn good it feels! Oooooooh yes... right there.... Bite down just like that again."

"Heh-heh dirty boy." Bogo chuckled as he did as he was told. "You know I think I could do this for quite a while. Nurse on your chest."

"Oh yesss please do that Chief!" Clawhauser begged. "You really are one amazing daddy!"

Rising his head for a moment Mansa blinked up at the man under him, Clawhauser flinching when he realized what he said. "Daddy?"

"W-Well you know because you're older than me and..." Gasping at his words Benjamin fumbled to amended his statement. "Not that you're old! I just... you really are the daddy type. It's sorta hot."

"Then a daddy I shall be." Ego boasted at the nicknamed and what it meant Mansa decided to up his game and began to grind his stomach once more against the hard and leaking erection between Benjamin's legs. As he did this, coupled with the nibbling and pinching of the cat's nipples he enticed a series of interesting noises out of Clawhauser as the pudgy man melted into a boneless puddle.

Benjamin however wasn't the only one effected by all this dry humping and oral stimulation. No, as he went on Bogo soon became painfully aware of the noticeable how own noticeable hard-on which was painfully rubbing against his bedspread as he gyrated his hips. A reminder of their difference in sizes that was becoming more annoying as the scratchy fabric chaffed his sensitive flesh. He had to find a better place to put the thick eight-inch organ and luckily he had just the perfect sheath.

To his credit Mansa tried to last as long as he could in the face of such a frustrating problem. After all he was loving the sounds he was getting out of his lover. But after one particularly hard pulse from his pride he reluctantly rolled to the side of the other man, his heavy body leaving its rightful place atop Clawhauser's plump body as a whine echoed out into the air from the younger man.

"Awe why'd you stop!?" Benjamin said an over exaggerated pout on his lips as he peered over in disappointment to his bedmate. "All that was starting to feel really good."

"Calm down boy, I had to stop before I got myself rug burn in a really nasty place." Showing what he meant when he said that Mansa pointed downwards, Benjamin following him as he did and making a gasp when he saw the thick veiny organ the other man had laying against his taunt stomach, a rapidly expanding puddle of precum leaking from its large purple-ish head.

"Keep staring like that and I'm going to cum." Mansa teased when several moments passed without a word from the other man.

Ducking his head at the teasing Benjamin giggled and shook his head. "Sorry. I just can't get over how big you are." He said trying to explain his lapse. "Hard to believe that all can fit inside of me when we have sex."

"Well, in all honestly I don't think you've ever resisted much when it's coming at you." Mansa pointed out as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rummaged through his nightstand for something. "Now enough talk Kitten. Tell me, do you want me to cram all eight inches of this monster up that tubby little butt of yours or..." Looking over his shoulder the horned man smirked. "...would you like to try switching."

Intrigued with the idea Clawhauser folded his hands over his stomach and fiddled with his hands as he thought about the offer. Sure, there was a small part of him that wanted to try it. More than a small part giving how his dick had pulsed at the mere thought of being inside of Mansa.

But in the end he just couldn't resist his true nature. Wanting to bottom for the older man might not have been the "proper" thing for a predator to do but it was the Benjamin thing. Clawhauser wanted to have Mansa looming over him with that devilish gleam in his eye, dirty words exchanged between them as the police chief shoved that solid shaft of thick hot meat jutting out between his legs into him, hips then pounding away at his insides until they both came, crying out each other's names.

"You on top Manny." Benjamin said, cheek feeling suddenly hotter than before. "Pleeeeeeese?"

Giving a small huff of a laugh Mansa tilted his head to the side eyes half lidded as he looked over his shoulder at the bashful look on the cat's face. "Are you sure?" He asked one last time. When Clawhauser looked away shyly and nodded yes that was all the cape buffalo needed. "Well, ok then babe. Roll over onto that belly of your, lift that tail high, and spread'um. Missing our usual dinner out has left me more than a little hungry and I want some cheetah ass."

"Geeze Chief you're usually more eloquent that that." Clawhauser sniggered. Maneuvering himself onto all fours and lifted his tail, wide hips moving back and forth as he mooned his boyfriend cheekily. "I guess that just means you really can't resist this spotty booty can you?"

"Again with the teasing!" After swatting at the large backside facing him Mansa quickly went back to exploring the drawer of his nightstand and finally found what he was looking for, the large man then playfully strong-arming Clawhauser down onto his belly afterwards, large rounded butt cheeks at his complete mercy as flipped open the bottom of lube he had retreated. "I got another little treat for you by the way." He said idly as he squeezed out a small dollop. "Open your mouth."

Confused by the weird request given his position facing away Clawhauser peered back over his shoulder and opened his mouth with an "ahhh!". As soon as he did the cat suddenly had Mansa's finger in his mouth, some sort of delightful flavor dancing across his tasted buds as he submissively licked the intrusive digit.

Once he had completely cleaned whatever it was off of the hoof in his mouth and was able to talk again, Mansa pulling his hand free Benjamin smacked his lips and let out a pleased humm. "What on earth was that stuff?" He asked. "And where the heck can I get more of it!"

"It was edible glazed doughnut flavored lube." Mansa explained as Clawhauser's eyes went as saucers. "Picked it up a few days ago as this store I'd never usually go in. Thought since you like food so much I'd slick up my cock with it and let you lick it all off."

"Oh, boy... now that sounds really hott!" Clawhauser said a little high pitched, his legs and fists pounding against the bed in his excitement. "But wait, why are you showing this to me now then?"

"Because I'm about to use this as a condiment on this plump bottom of yours." Wagging the tube in the other man's face Mansa chuckled and gave Clawhauser's large rear end a quick smack, the giggle and yelp he got for doing so making him laugh all the more harder.

"E-E-Easy there Manny." The Benjamin implored, his red cheeks and bright eyes betraying the fact that he had enjoyed what had just been done to him. "I have to sit at the front desk tomorrow remember?"

"So bring a pillow." Bogo said instantly catching on to what he had started. Wanting to see how far he could take this the cape buffalo lightly stuck the full cheek he had assaulted a few more times. Each new swat earning him another yelp or whimper from Benjamin as the spongy flesh being tanned rippled from the impacts.

"Tell "daddy" if he gets too rough on you Kitten." Mansa instructed as he continued on with no end in sight. "That is unless you want me just to move onto eating you out."

Torn between either being spanked some more or being rimmed Benjamin hid his face in a nearby pillow, whimpering and wiggling his increasingly sore bottom as it was pelted with light, stingy slaps. Though a part of him would be too embarrassed to admit it out loud he was absolutely loving being paddle like this. And that daddy line was just pure icing on the cake!

But as much as he was enjoying it Benjamin also wanted to move on. Feel Mansa's manhood moving inside of him, piercing his hole, filling him up in a way only three boxes of doughnuts could. So with those thoughts in mind he put a stop to the spanking, his words weak sounding and reluctant as he raised his head and said, "Please, oh god just stick your face into my butt Chief! I need it so bad now!"

Letting up on his relentless assault on the rounded swell before him Mansa tenderly applied a few soft kisses to the heated flesh. Oh, how he had enjoyed that. Now that he knew about the little kink they had just tried he was going to make sure to take advantage of it every so often. But that sort of play was for later right now he had a hole to prepare.

"Reach back and spread yourself." He instructed. "Let me see that hole and show me how badly you want me eating you out."

Shuddering at the authoritative tone that had commanded him to do such a dirty thing Benjamin dutifully reached back and sunk his fingers into the doughy flesh of his bottom, prying the full cheeks apart and presenting his furry furrow to the man behind him.

"L-Like this sir?" He asked voice muffled against the mattress as he pressed his face into it. "If it isn't right I could spread them further."

"Nope, that's just perfect Kitten." Bogo rumbled.

Lowering his head the large man squeezed a very liberal amount of the sugary flavored lube had had bought for just this occasion and proceeded to stick his tongue into the heated cream colored furred crack, tasting and probing the area up and down the entire length before he locked onto his true target and drilled into the tight pucker entrance he was preparing to take him.

"Ooh god!" Wiggling his butt against the face starting to eat him out so sloppily Clawhauser mindlessly enjoyed the sheer naughtiness of what was being done to him. Mansa had been the first man to ever do this to him and while a bit strange the first time it had become his favorite part of their encounters. "Why are you so darn good to me Chieeeeef!"

"Because a sweet hearted man like you deserves it." Mansa simple replied, stopping what he was doing so he could speak for a bit. "I was being honest in the car when I said I want to worship you. You deserve it for being the sort of person you are. And if you ever doubt that I will strive to repeatedly show you the error of your ways."

"Geeze now I don't know what I should do." Benjamin joked. "I might just pretend to be depressed just to get you to do all that to me."

"Smartass." Mansa growled as he gave Clawhauser another light tap on the butt and returned to rimming the other man without mercy. Fully devoting themselves to what they were doing, both men grew silent, the need for words passed as Chief Bogo repeatedly dragged his tongue across the sensitive area he was enjoying, more lube applied when needed while he indiscriminately jabbed his finger into the hole for good measure.

This extremely pleasurable activity went on for what seemed like hours, Clawhauser reacting to each and every poke, legs spreading further apart as while Mansa opened him up more and more. Finally just as Benjamin felt himself coming close to the edge just from the tongue teasing his rear entrance Bogo gave one last long slurp and drew away, his feet hitting the floor as he caught his breath and stared down at his laying lover.

"You ready for more?" The horned man asked, eyes hungry. "Because of you are than on your back with you. Lift up those short legs and spread it for me. You know how I like seeing you eagerly waiting for me to mount you."

Not arguing with any of that--not that he ever would--Clawhauser rushed to get into position, head resting against a large pillow at the top of the bed as he lifted his legs and grabbed his hind paws, pulling back as far as he could and presenting his hole to a grinning and very smug look Mansa Bogo.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" The cheetah chanted as he wiggled there. "Stuff that cock into me as fast as I stuffed that fish burger I ate time we went out."

"You mean the one made for guys my size or larger?" Bogo said remembering how he had surprised the younger my by buying him that large sandwich and how shocked he himself had been when Clawhauser had crammed the whole thing into his mouth at once. It had been yet another cute thing that had made him realize how much he adored the feline.

"Damn, Kitten I don't think I should do this that fast." Taking his smaller companion by the hips Mansa held him in place while pressing the bloated, dripping, purple head of his manhood against the red and angry ring of muscle he was about to enter. "But, let's see if I can beat my current record shall we."

Setting about getting started Bogo growled low in his throat, chest rumbling as he moved forward on his knees, thick penis piercing and slowly sliding into the tight, grip of his lover's rounded backside. Inch after inch he advanced, lower half lightly thrusting as he penetrated Clawhauser, much to the younger man's delight.

"Oooooh sir... you feel so big." Benjamin restated as he barred the intrusion. Having the other man top him like this had quickly become his second of his most favorite thing in the world. It only topped on the list of things he spoke of earlier by waking up next to Mansa in the morning.

Reaching out in a needy way Clawhauser dug his claws into the thick hide on Bogo's sides and pulled him close, whiskered face nuzzling contently against the vastness of the older man's chest as Mansa fully sheathed himself in his backside. Large, turgid slab of meat snugly encased in the tight convulsing channel.

"New record." Mansa chuckled. Testing the waters he thrust gently into the man he had impaled, Clawhauser whimpering and holding onto him tighter as he lowered his lips to the top of the cat's head to give him a kiss. "That's it... take me Kitten." He commanded. "Take every last inch of my cock and enjoy it. Let it show you how much I want you."

"Trust me I think I got the point by now." Benjamin grunted. "J-Just start pounding. I want it so badly. I want you splitting me apart."

"Heh-heh, if you're sure." Giving his hips a roll, Mansa started began to rut against the other man. Back and forth, in and out, side to side he used his manhood to probe and explore, hips coming to move fast and precise like a piston set on high gear as soft pants turned into loud grunts and snorts as he built up speed.

"Oh yes, just like that!" Clawhauser suddenly keened, body on fire and hole tingling as it was repeatedly invaded by the blunt head of Mansa's massive cock. "Oh Chieeeeeeef! YES! Oh god yes, yes, yes, yes right there! Keep hammering away right there pretty please! I think you're hitting the right spot!!"

"Then I'm believe I'm doing my job right then aren't I?" Dropping down onto his forearms Mansa started to really slam into the body he was rutting. Hot short breaths coming out as he gyrated, tail thrashing his own backside, inadvertently causing him to enter an almost frenzied state almost crazed looking state that would have scared anyone watching from afar.

For Clawhauser however, having a large horny man on top of him like Mansa, pounding into him so passionately was pure heaven. Holding on tight as he was bred roughly the smaller male allowed the herbivore take complete control. Enjoying every second of it without a hint of shame that had plagued him earlier that night.

For nearly twenty minutes they continued on like this. Bogo mindlessly moving his hips in a primal rhythmic fusion while Clawhauser made all sorts of encouraging sounds that were music to the cape buffalo's ears. Together they were like a well-oiled machine, moving in perfect sync as they built up to an orgasm that might just shake the very foundations of the building with how intense it was. Luckily for insurance rates though when the event finally happened it wasn't as extreme. Not that it wasn't just as spectacular.

Giving a few snorts as his thrusts became jerky and unstable Mansa let out a wounded moo and sat back on his haunches, cock popping free as he sat there panting for a few moments. Then just as Benjamin was about to ask why he had pulled out the horny man flipped the cheetah roughly onto his belly and entered him again in one swift move, the new position allowing him to piledrive into the pliant form under him.

"I... "grunt" I... needed better traction." Mansa explained in between thrusts. "I'm getting close."

Cock now trapped, rubbing back and forth against the bed Clawhauser moaned, completely lost as his insides were assaulted. "I'm about to shoot off too Chief!"

Snapping his hips harder, over and over again Bogo growled into the cat's ear. "Good boy." He huffed. "Now tell me what I am. Say the name of the man who's making you cum with his dick."

"Y-You're my boss." Benjamin answered through a grunt. "Chief Mansa Bogo. Winner of the best police chief of the year for three years run--"

"No, not that stuff!" Mansa clarified, not once missing a beat as he continued to pound. "Say what you said before. Scream the nickname you just gave the man who's using his thick... hard... cock on your ass. Making you want to cum so badly."

Realization hitting him after that Clawhauser felt his cheeks tint and he desperately tried to hid his face in the pillow he had been using earlier, his attempt thwarted when Mansa grabbed the back of his head and forced him to look up at the headboard. God he was going to give this man his heart if he kept doing things like this, taking control in such a sexy way. How could he deny saying the nickname he wanted to hear anymore.

"Pound my butt DADDY!" Benjamin hollered, a warm chuckle coming from behind him as the pounding to his rear end intensified to the point where he lost control and came, hard and long. Jet after jet staining the tangled sheet they were on top of as the police dispatcher let out a cry so loud that he was sure half of Zootopia had heard his climax.

Bogo was not ten seconds behind his lover, the large dark furred man pulling out and stroking himself fast until he came, thick ropes of seamen erupting from the slick, wet head of his dick and raining down on the spotted rear end and lower back of the chubby man he had so thoroughly ravished.

Stillness hanging in the air after nearly simultaneous orgasms both men quietly panted, doing their best to recover and catch their breath after the strenuous activity they had just put their bodied through. It was only after a full five minutes that someone spoke, the person being Bogo who helped Clawhauser to roll back over on his back so he could lay down next to the shorter male.

"Well did that teach you?" Mansa asked still a little out of breath.

Confusion appearing on his face Benjamin shifted onto his side to stare over at his bedmate. "Teach me?" he asked. "What do you... Oh you mean about doubting myself."

"Yes." Bogo nodded. "Just forget everything that scumbag who made what was the biggest mistake said about you. Imagine breaking up with someone like you because of some stupid preconceived notion."

"Well don't worry yourself one bit. I'll make sure it never crosses my mind again." Benjamin assured with a pat to the gruff man's arm. "Now... how's about we clean up and take a shower? I think we both need a shower"

"No let's stay in bed." Mansa interrupted as he sat up and stretched. "I'm only giving you half hour breaks in-between tonight so it just wouldn't make sense showering right now."

"Half hour..." Clawhauser began, completely befuddled once again. "What are you talking about?"

A sadistic looking smile forming on his lips Mansa tilted his hips to the side slightly, the action giving Benjamin a clear look at his penis which was starting to fatten up and become hard again. "Oh, Officer Clawhauser, and here I thought you had a better memory that that." He said calmly. "I told you I was planning on having sex with you until the sun came up remember?"

"Y-You did!" Clawhauser gulped. Thinking back, yes he did remember Bogo saying that. And to his pleasant horror he also remembered saying that he was perfectly ok with the idea. "Oh man did I really step in it this time. Didn't I?" He bemoaned jokingly. "But hey, it's not like I'm going to complain."

"You won't be able to with I put your mouth to work." Bogo teased back. "Now get some shut eye. You got till nine before go again. Glad I bought six tubes of that lube. We're going to need every last drop."

Giving a salute Benjamin snickered and got comfy. "Yes sir, Chief Bogo sir!"

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Whiskered cheek pressed against the kitchen table as he rested it head on it, Benjamin Clawhauser gave a loud yawn and smiled blissfully as another twinge of pain came from his sore bottom. Last night had to have been the best night of sex he had ever had in his entire life. Not that he didn't think for a moment the perpetrator of his completely satisfied state wouldn't try to top it eventually.

Speaking of the monster who had tupped him seven and a half times. Casually walking around the kitchen in nothing by his pajama bottoms and an apron was Mansa Bogo, the large man smirkingly watching him out of the corner of his eye as he stirred together the pancake mix for their breakfast.

"About to fall asleep over there Kitten?" He asked in an overly too smug voice. "Never thought I'd see the day you'd choosing sleeping over a meal."

"Please be quiet Manny." Clawhauser whined. "You nearly broke me out last night. Barely had the energy to get out of bed and dress this morning. Something which you made harder with what you did."

Lifting his head up to scoot his chair back the pudgy man motioned to his wardrobe. Instead of the clothes he had been wearing on the date yesterday the cheetah was wearing one of Mansa's old shirts from his police academy days. The large tent-like article of clothing, which came down to Clawhauser's knees along with a pair of tighty-whities being the only things he had put on before he left the bedroom.

A rather adorable look that Bogo was all for given the was the neck hole was too big and left the cheetah's right shoulder bare. But, he still felt bad about losing something that belonged to the shorter mammal. "I promise when we leave for work I'll go and look for your shirt." He said. "It should have landed in the alleyway so it didn't get lost."

"You wouldn't have to search for anything if you had just closed your window." Clawhauser said with huff, a small smile betraying his own amusement at the whole predicament. It seemed that when his shirt had been pulled off of him and flung across the room it had accidentally been tossed right out an open window. Both of them only realizing when they went to retrieve their things that morning.

"I don't mind if you don't look for it though." Benjamin said thinking it over however. "I sorta like this shirt. Wouldn't mind wearing it more often."

"Well, you do look good in it Benjamin." Mansa agreed. "Of course... I believe you'd look even better eating your pancake in the buff. Bet we could find an interesting use for any leftover maple syrup."

"Oh no you don't." Clawhauser said backing away with a wild eyed look. "We both keep our clothes on around each other until I fully recover. If you're that randy just go take a cold shower."

"Spoilsport." Mansa huffed, his secret and completely dirty minded plan for after breakfast ruined. "I think I'll just take back the present I got you yesterday for being so grouchy."

Clawhauser gaped. "Me grouchy!" He cried. "Mister grumpiest cape buffalo of all time calls me... wait... present!" Suddenly not as tired as he once was, the pudgy man sprang out of his seat and raced over his boyfriend, eyes begging as he continued speaking. "When did you find time to get me something during all the trouble yesterday."

"When that bastard was bothering you." Mansa explained. Putting down the bowl he had been mixing--hand quickly slapping away a curious paw that went straight for it as he did--the horned man went padded his way out of the room and then back in a moment later with a bag in his hand. "Remember this bag I brought home with us?" He said smirking. "The one with what I bought at the bookstore?"

Licking the little bit of batter he had secretly snuck when he had been left alone off of his lips Benjamin nodded. "Yeah, it's full of mystery novels right?"

"Well two of them are mystery novels but the third is..." Reaching into the bag Bogo pulled out a very familiar hot pink book, the cover displaying an image of a certain thin horned super starlet who caused Clawhauser to squeak. "...Gazelle's latest autobiography." Mansa finished as he suddenly found said item snatched out of his hands.

"You have got to be the best boyfriend ever!" Clawhauser exclaimed as he quickly hugged the book he had wanted so badly last night before he opened it and began reading the text inside. "I'm so going to give you the biggest kiss as soon as I finish reading this whole thing!"

"Then for the first time I have something to thank that bleach blond diva for don't I." Bogo said watching the other man. "Still don't know how you can stand reading through that boring drivel though."

"Oh please this is Gazelle we're talking about!" Benjamin countered with his nose in the air. "How can you not want to read about her life? She's the hottest pop star in Zootopia. And it'll be just a matter of time until I get you hooked on her music."

"Wanna bet Kitten." Mansa snorted. "She's nothing but a hack in my expert opinion. Not like the music stars of my day."

Snapping his book shut Clawhauser gave the older man a scathing look. "What did you say?" He asked. "Why I'll have you know that she's a goddess!"

Becoming amused at the flustered, yet very determined look his halfhearted argument had caused to appear on his lover's spot covered face, Bogo decided to keep pushing the cat's buttons and looked away. "Goddess of hackneyed, over hyped music maybe." He argued. "As long as I live I'll never--"

Interrupting the couple playful argument before it could continue a loud knocking echoed from the direction of the front door. "That'll be Zuri and the boys." Mansa informed. "I hope you don't mind me inviting them for breakfast."

Still a little perturbed Benjamin slowly nodded. "No, I don't mind." He said. "But this argument is so not over. I will make you understand her genius."

"I look forward to it my fierce little predator." After wagging his eyebrows suggestively at his lover Bogo quickly began to walk away towards the living room where the entrance of his home was.

As the large gruff and serious man did this Clawhauser was surprised to hear him begin to hum completely unaware that he was doing so as the sound drifted into the air. Benjamin knew that song. He had heard it on his iPaw a million times. It being one of Gazelle's early songs "Hippos don't lie".

Realizing what he had just discovered Benjamin picked up the bowl of pancake batter once again and dipped his finger inside. "Oh you poor, poor silly man." He murmured a she licked his hand clean. "You really didn't stand a chance, did you?"

Listening happily as Mansa's voice rang out from the living room, the man greeting his family and then directing them towards the kitchen Clawhauser reaffirmed that he was indeed the luckiest cheetah alive. He had a boyfriend who liked him with all of his odd ways and had even convinced him into liking his favorite music. Now all he had to do was catch him in the act and make him confess.

The end...