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Mike Howlard, newest officer of the ZPD Station 1, sipped coffee from a travel mug as he walked towards his first day as a newly minted police wolf. His body, stockier and more muscular -not a conscious effort, but the outcome of working in his small town's local steel mill from the age of 16- than the average wolf, had always made him feel somewhat uncomfortable thanks to the looks he was usually on the receiving end of, and the tight blue uniform he wore only made him look bigger. Of course that was only one reason nervous and occasionally fearful looks were cast his way; the other was the large scar on the left side of his face that ran from right above the middle of his eyebrow, around the eye, to just below his cheekbone.

The grey-furred wolf continued on with his head down, passing every mammal species conceivable. Being from the small working town of Lupeton, he'd be lying if he said he weren't intimidated by the sheer size of Zootopia and it's many occupants. So far on his 8 block walk he'd seen more people than he would normally see in weeks back home. He stopped in front of his destination and smiled to himself. He couldn't believe he'd really done it! He'd worked his tail off, first at the mill and then all through the police academy, and now here he stood in front of the most prestigious precinct in the whole city, and he was going to be part of it! He ascended the steps up to the glass doors of the building, took a deep, slow breath, and stepped through.

Upon entering he was greeted with a massive reception area full of uniformed officers, complaining citizens there to file grievances or check on their cases, and even some handcuffed individuals, but he didn't see any of that as his focus was completely on the adorable, chubby cheetah behind the front desk happily watching a video on his phone with a doughnut in hand and a stunning smile on his jowly face. Butterflies filled his stomach as he walked slowly towards the front desk, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, his unfortunate tendency to transform into a painfully shy idiot around guys he thought were attractive bubbling fully up to the surface. He noticed with a great deal of embarrassment the cheetah, or Officer Benjamin Clawhauser according to the plaque sitting next to him on the desk, visibly blanched as he neared, but to the feline's credit he recovered quickly, that beautiful big smile back where it was a moment ago.

"Good morning! You must be our new recruit, right?"

"Yessir," he responded nervously in his baritone voice, "Officer Mike Howlard, reportin' fer duty."

The cheetah's eye grew wide and his smile larger. "O-M-Goodness," he said, a bit too loudly for the wolf's taste, "I love your accent!"

"Oh, t-thanks," he said, eyes cast down.

Clawhauser leaned forward, elbows on his desk and head propped up on hands, eyelids fluttering, "You have GOT to tell me where you're from! Does everyone have a cute accent like you? I bet they do! Must have a great gym, too by the look of you!"

"M-maybe an-nother time," Mike said, cursing that stupid stutter that always creeped in when he was nervous, "don't wan-na be late fer m-ma first mornin' m-meetin'."

The rotund cheetah sat back, hands over mouth, "I'm so sorry! I just love meeting new people and sometimes I forget they're here for a reason. Take the third elevator to your left to the 5th floor, turn right, right, right, left and straight down and the briefing room is the 6th on your left. Or you can just follow the signs, they'll get you there, too."

"O-ok, t-thank ya, Officer C-clawhauser," he said and started to walk off when the large feline called him back over.

"Hold on, take this," he said, handing the wolf a piece of scrap paper with a phone number written down on it, "this is my number. If you ever need anything just give me a call. And please, call me Ben." *********************************************************************** Mike pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the map of Safari Square one more time. Satisfied he was heading in the right direction he replaced the device and kept on walking, taking a left down Grassland Ave. It had been a full month since he stepped through the doors of ZPD Station 1, and what a month it was. He was currently ranked second in the department of cases solved, and while none of them were anywhere near as impressive as Officer Judy Hops' Cases Solved list (though to be fair, how often does a city-wide conspiracy reaching all the way up to the upper echelon of local government really occur), the dour water buffalo Chief Bogo had seen fit to assign him to a new task force investigating a new drug called Starry Eyes that had become popular in the Rainforest District.

But more importantly, he was able to see Officer Clawhauser several times every day, so often in fact he was almost completely over his shyness-induced stutter. He'd found he couldn't keep his mind off the chubby predator, and even things about him that normally annoyed Mike when other people did them only endeared him more. The wolf had been thinking about him so much he desperately wanted to ask him out on a date, and while he was pretty sure Ben was gay as well, what were the chances he'd even want an unsightly country guy like him.

'And don't forget,' he silently reminded himself, 'you've been wrong about guys playing for your team before.'

An errant car horn snapped him out of his train of thought and he realized he'd almost walked right past his destination. While he'd been in Zootopia for just a touch over a month now, he'd been so busy with work he hadn't had time to really explore the city, but he finally had a day off and he was bound and determined to do something completely unrelated to work or his obsession with his sexy feline co-worker. He'd heard from a few other officers that Chakula Bora Deli made the best sandwiches in town, and if the smells wafting out from the open door was any indication, he was inclined to agree already.

"Mike? Hey, Mikey!"

The grey-furred wolf turned his head at the sound of his name to see the object of his lust, Clawhauser, waving and jogging towards him from further up the street. As usual, he had that wonderful, electric smile that sent tremors up Mike's spine splashed across his chubby face. The pair drew some strange looks from the various passersby as the excited cheetah, instead of going for a handshake or anything like that, embraced Mike in a tight hug, making the poor wolf feel like his knees were going to give out at any time.

"H-hey, Ben. Off today too, huh?"

"Yep," he said happily, finally loosening his grip, "you know, as much as I love my job, even I need day to myself sometimes! This is the first time I've ever seen you outside of work, looking good, handsome!"

Mike, normally the kind of guy who couldn't understand the idea of buying new cloths until your's are literally falling apart on your body, suddenly felt self-conscious and a little ashamed that his crush was seeing him in a pair of raggedy, holey jeans and a practically threadbare green plaid longsleeve shirt, especially since Ben himself looked so good in a pair of dark khakis and light green polo, both of which fit him perfectly.

His face burned as he cast his eyes down to the sidewalk, "Ah come on, yer too k-kind. Y-you look great though. Better'n a hot meal after a long day."

Finally it was Ben's turn to blush after such a down-home-folksy compliment. "Thank you so much, you're really too sweet! So what are you doing down in this part of town?"

"Heard a few of tha guys talkin' 'bout this deli, thought I'd give it a try. How 'bout you, ya live down this way?"

"Me? No no, I came down here because it's the only place I could find this awesome Ultra Collector's Edition Gazelle concert import DVD! Look, isn't it amazing?!" He opened his bag and showed the confused wolf a DVD case with a bright pink cover featuring a female gazelle clutching a microphone.

"Who's Gazelle?"

"Isn't it ama.........what? You don't know who Gazelle is?!"

"No, should I?"

Benjamin sputtered, not understanding how there could be anyone who didn't know Gazelle. "She's only the most talented, amazing, perfect pop star of this or any generation!"

"Oh," Mike replied, "Ah never really heard much pop music, more of a classic rock kinda guy. Ya know, Bat Sabbath, Brush, The Kinkajoos, that kinda stuff."

Clawhauser seemed deep in thought for a few moments before he started smiling again and bouncing slightly in excitement. "I just had the BEST idea! Do you have any plans tonight?"

"Naw, can't say ah do."

"Well you do now! Why don't you come over to my place around 7 and we can watch her concert!" He clutched Nick's thick arm and took up a pleasing tone, "will you come, huh, huh, will you?"

The wolf was at a loss for words; the idea of being alone with such a cute, sweet guy as Ben terrified him to no end, but the chunky predator looked so jubilant about the whole thing he couldn't stand the idea of disappointing him. He took a deep breath and said yes.

"Oh goody! I promise you're going to love her just as much as I do! I'll text you my address later. I have to go, gotta get things all ready for you. See you tonight!"

Nick watched the bubbly cheetah hurry on down the sidewalk, his perfectly round ass and wide hips swaying back and forth as he went, until he turned the corner and disappeared from site. He walked as calmly as he could through the small dining area of the deli, his appetite forgotten, to the restroom. He locked the door and turned on the sink, splashing cold water on his face until he felt the panic attack threatening to rise disappear.

"Ok," he said to himself, looking at his reflection in the dirty mirror above the sink, "everything's gonna be fine, no need ta worry." He looked down at his beat-up and scruffy apparel and thought, 'but first, you need some cloths that don't look like ya stole 'em from a hobo." ************************************************************************ It was 7 o'clock and Mike stood in front of Clawhauser's apartment door, though in all honesty he'd been standing there for quite some time, trying to find the courage to knock. He looked down at his newly purchased outfit again and groaned. The wolf had done exactly what he promised himself he wouldn't do and allowed himself to be talked into something hyper-trendy, and now he looked ridiculous standing here in white skinny jeans and a button-down that was a truly hideous shade of purple.

"Welp," he said quietly to himself, "nothin' fer it now."

He gritted his teeth and knocked on his crush's door. "Just a minute," came a reply from the other side of the door in the cheetah's sweet sing-song voice. The door opened and Mike found himself wrapped up in one of Ben's signature tight hugs.

"I'm so glad you came, Mikey" he said, breaking off the hug and stepping aside so he could enter, "please, come in! Are those cloths new? They certainly are....interesting."

"Thanks," Mike replied as he stepped inside, chuckling at the cheetah's sweet attempt to say something nice about his outfit. "This nice place you got here."

It really was, too; modest but roomy and decorated with a palette of 'cool' (ie, blues and greens) colors broken up Gazelle merchandise, and plenty of potted plants around the abundant windows.

"Thanks, that's so sweet of you to say! I was about to mix myself an appletini, would you like one?"

"No thanks, ah don't drink, just a reg'lar glass of water'll do me fine."

"Sure, no problem! Take a seat, make yourself at home, I'll be right back!"

The chubby cheetah disappeared into the kitchen humming a tune to himself, leaving Mike to his own devices. He sat down as gingerly as he could in such tight pants and tried to keep calm by closing his eyes and thing comforting thoughts. He yelped out loud as a chunky paw fell onto his shoulder.

"Oops, I'm so sorry," Ben said, "I didn't mean to startle you!"

"It's fine, Ben, don't worry 'bout it. Can I help you with all that?" The cheetah's arms were loaded down not just with Mike's water and his own bright green drink but also two boxes of doughnuts and a massive bowl of popcorn.

"It would be great if you would hold these drinks for me."

"Sure thang," he said, taking the glasses. Ben bent over to place the various snacks on the coffee table and the wolf's pants tightened a bit more, the cheetah's beautiful round ass pointed right at him.

"I'll take that," he said as he straightened back up and took his beverage from the flustered wolf, then plopped down next to him on the couch. He placed a hand Mike's knees, his eyes bright with excitement. "So are you ready to experience the wonder and beauty of Gazelle?"

"R-ready as Ah'll ever b-be."

"Great! It was so hard to not watch it the second I got home!" He picked up the remote for the DVD player and hit Play. ********************************************************************** By the time Gazelle's fourth encore was over, the wolf felt completely numb. When he agreed to watch this concert he thought it would be a sensible length, but Ben had neglected to tell him it was 3 hours long and extremely monotonous. He didn't really spend much of the 3 hours watching the images on the screen though, most of his attention was firmly on his chubby co-worker.

One of the many things Mike had come to like about Clawhauser was his boundless enthusiasm and energy, both of which were on full display as he spent practically the entire time singing along and performing seated dance moves, and occasionally getting up to engage in full-blown choreography when a particular favorite of his would come up. In addition to his dancing and singing, Mike couldn't help but notice Ben -most likely from the multiple appletinis he'd consumed- had progressively become more affectionate as the night went on, everything from a simple grab of his arm to throwing his own arm around the wolf's shoulders. He was glad it was dark in the room so the cheetah was unable to see his face glowing red or the bulge he'd grow.

"So what did you think, did you love it, you loved it didn't you," Benjamin asked him excitedly.

"Y-yeah, it was p-purty good. Look it's gettin' kinda late, think Ah'll take off."

"Um, can I ask you something kind of important first?"

Mike looked into Ben's round face and noticed a seriousness that he'd never seen before. He was more nervous than ever. "S-sure, go ahead."

"Are you attracted to me?"

Mike's heart dropped into his gut and he felt like he was close to passing out. 'So here it is,' he thought to himself, 'he know. He'll tell everyone else down at the precinct, no one'll wanna work with the queer and I'll lose what Ah've worked so hard fer. Might as well get it over with so Ah can start lookin' fer a new job.'

"Y-yes, Ah am."

O-M-Goodness! I'm so happy to hear you say that! I'm attracted to you, too!"

"You...are? Me?"

"Of course, handsome! I've been throwing you ever signal in the book since the first time we met!"

"Oh," he said, confused and flustered and overjoyed all at once, "Ah've never been to good pickin' up on those. But Ah don't really see why you'd be into this ugly mug."

"Hey, come on now, don't say that! Do you think that because of your scar?"

Ben reached up his hand to touch the old wound but the wolf instinctively grabbed his wrist.

"Sorry, reflex," he said, letting go of his chubby appendage and even brought his face closer to the outstretched hand. Ben tenderly traced the raised, discolored line, "Honestly, I think it's kind of sexy. Is it ok if I ask how you got it?"

"Well, Ah think I was 11 if Ah remember right. Daddy got kinda crazy sometimes when he drank an' Ah made tha mistake of botherin' him one night."

Mike was touched by the emotion he could see in Ben's eyes as the cheetah scooted closer to him and took the wolf's rough paws into his own soft ones, "Gracious, I'm so sorry."

"It's in tha past, no reason to dwell on it."

They sat in silence, looking into each other's eyes before they both leaned in and their lips met. Mike could still taste the sweetness of doughnut icing as their tongues intertwined and wrestled inside their mouths. The wolf broke off the kiss and sat back looking timid and subdued.

"Look, Ah don't know exactly what you were wantin' to do tonight, but it's been a really long time for me, an' Ah really like ya...."

He trailed off as the chubby cheetah's paw softly stroked the side of his face. "That's ok, baby. We can take things as fast or as slow as you want. Would you feel better if we took a little break and maybe just cuddled for a while?"

Mike gently took hold of the hand on the side of his face and brought it too his lips, planting a kiss on each thick digit. "That would be great. Thank ya for bein' so unnerstandin'."

Clawhauser smiled warmly and snuggled up against the wolf, nuzzling into his neck, "Think nothing of it." He rested a hand on Mike's tummy while Mike in turn wrapped both his arms around the cheetah, rubbing his upper back.

Mike didn't know how long they stayed like that, he only knew he wished it would last forever. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so much at ease, the squishy body of the cheetah pressed against his like that having a relaxing effect on him. He was so relaxed in fact he was on the verge of drifting off to sleep when the feeling of Ben's thick paw sliding under his shirt brought him back to reality. He gasped as his thumb pad stroked across his nipple.

"Is this ok?"

He looked down and saw the cheetah looking up at him, his face questioning, clearly not wanting to push to far to fast.

"Keep going."

Before long Ben had the poor wolf whimpering and squirming from his touch; gently squeezing and tweaking his pert nipples. Mike unbuttoned his shirt and spread it wide. His body was muscular but with a small layer of chub covering it so while you couldn't necessarily see individual muscles, like his abs for example, they were easily felt.

"Oh wow," the cheetah exclaimed, finally seeing what the wolf looked like underneath, "even better than I imagined!"

He pressed forward and lapped at his co-worker's right nip while continuing to tease his left by hand, then switching sides. The big cat's rough tongue on such a tender area was new for Mike and it was driving him up the wall, his sizeable member pressed almost painfully against the denim trapping it. He lowered his hands and practically tore the tight-fitting jeans open and pushed them down, fully exposing 8 inches of bright red wolf cock. Ben practically drooled when he looked at it.

"Gracious, you're so big!"

"Ah come on now, Ah'm jus' average at best."

Ben smiled, "Nothing is average about you."

He slide down off the couch and onto his knees. He looked directly into the wolf's eyes as he slowly dragged his tongue from his balls all the way to the tip. Mike moaned loudly and lustfully as the cat took the head of his cock into his mouth and slowly slid down until he'd taken the entire length into his maw.

Mike gently rubbed the back of the cheetah's neck, ruffling the orange and black-spotted fur as Ben sucked frantically, like he was trying to suck the cream from a large eclair.

"Benny," he half-moaned/half-whispered, "oh Benny, oh you're so good, baby."

He let the wolf's cock, now glistening with his saliva, slip from his maw and giggled sweetly, "Thank you. Wanna take this to the bedroom?"

"More than ya know, kitty."

Benjamin giggled again at the cute spontaneous nickname and helped the naked wolf up from the couch, then led the way into the bedroom. It was decorated in much the same way as the rest of the apartment, except with somehow even more Gazelle merchandise, and was lit from just a small bedside lamp.

Once inside Mike decided it was about time he took the initiative romantically for the first time and wrapped his arms around the portly cheetah's chest before he could turn around so they were belly-to-back. He felt the big guy practically melt into his arms, and he began mewling like a kitten as the wolf nibbled the tips of his small black ears and down the sides of his neck. He reached down and grabbed the bottom of the cheetah's shirt and pulled it up, Ben lifting his arms so he could pull it all the way off. Once he was shirtless the wolf turned him around to get a better look at him. He was stunning; his big plump belly was perfectly round and a light orange/tan in color. His well-proportioned chest was the same color.

"Beautiful," Mike said.

Ben smiled shyly, arms crossed in front of his belly in the cutest way imaginable,"Thank you, I'm so happy you think sooAHAH!"

He cried out in surprise as the wolf pushed him backward onto his own cushy bed, landing on his wide butt. Before he could move Mike climbed atop him, straddling his waist, and kissed him deeply again. Next, it was the cat's turn to squirm and writhe as his pink nipples were licked, nibbled and tweaked. Despite still having his pants on Clawhauser was trying to grind his own cock against Mike's firm, meaty ass. He quickly took the hint and slid down, peppering his chest and belly with kisses as he went, until he was face-level with Ben's crotch. He unfastened the button and zipper of his khakis and pulled them down, revealing the cheetah's own tasty looking 6 incher. Mike smiled as he thought about how, just the Ben himself, it was beautifully thick. He lapped at the stream of pre-cum oozing from the head, making the big cat shudder with pleasure.

He opened his mouth and slowly took Clawhauser's throbbing cock in, playfully teasing and stroking his speckled balls as his head bobbed up and down. Ben wiggled from the blissful feelings of the wolf's tongue wrapped around his manhood like a wet, squishy cocoon and his claws digging lightly into his thick thighs. His plump hands found the wolf's ears and grabbed hold, using them to help control the speed of Mike's pumps. He could feel the heat of his impending orgasm building and building in his hefty balls.

"I'm so close, Mikey, please don't stop!"

Mike stepped up his pace even more, and as an extra bonus wrapped his hand around the base of Ben's fuzzy nutsack and tugged in time. Clawhauser yowled like an alley cat in heat as he shot his load down the wolf's throat, his spine going ramrod stiff for several moments before relaxing in the afterglow. The grey-furred lupine squeezed every last dropped from the suddenly exhausted cat, gave his cockhead one last playful kiss, and laid on his back next to the panting, sweating cheetah with his arms behind his head.

Ben rolled onto his side and snuggled up to the muscular wolf, his head on his chest. "That was the best head EVER! Sorry I came so quick, it's been a little while for me, too."

Mike wrapped his arms around the cheetah and hugged him tight, kissing the top of his head. "Ah'm glad ya enjoyed it, good ta know Ah can still git a guy off."

"You certainly can. But speaking of getting off, I think it's a certain wolf's turn."

"That's ok, ya don't have ta worry 'bout me."

"Is that so," he asked, reaching down and lightly stroking Mike's still-hard cock with the pads of his fingers teasingly, making him moan, "you sure about that? I want to hear that famous wolf howl."

"Well, far be it fer me ta tell ya what ta do or not do," he said, a small charming smile creasing his features.

Ben leaned up and kissed the wolf's lips, still tasting a little bit of his own cum, before he moved down between his legs and took his cock in his mouth, sucking with the same intensity and passion as before. Mike thrust desperately into the hot, wet maw his member was encased in, his orgasm coming closer and closer. Ben's mouth was incredible; granted he didn't really have that much sexual experience but it was definitely the best BJ he'd ever experienced. Before he knew it every muscle in his body tensed and he did exactly what Ben wanted; he howled so loudly it rattled the window in the bedroom and he poured wave after wave of semen. The cheetah tried to swallow it all, but there was just so much a good portion ended up dripping down his double chin and onto the sheets beneath him.

"Sorry," he said panting, "happened to fast ta warn ya."

The chubby cheetah giggled, wiping stray seed from his face, "That's ok, Mikey, doesn't bother m...."

Before Ben could finish, he was cut off by a rather unpredator-like 'Eek' from the wolf.

"What was that about?!"

"Sorry, just get kinda ticklish after Ah cum."

Ben blinked, confused at first, then realized he had stroked the wolf's tummy by accident. His confusion was replaced by a mischievous grin. "Oh you do, huh?"

"Yeah, Ah don't know why but it's always...Benjamin Clawhauser, don't ya dare do what Ah think yer gonna do!"

"What do you think I'm going to do," he asked with exaggerated innocence.

"Tickle me."

"Well, if that's what you want!" He brought both hands up and began gently poking and prodding the wolf's belly and soft flanks.

Mike had always hated being tickled, but for some reason he didn't seem to mind when Ben did it, so he folded his arms back behind his head and just went with along with it, guffawing loudly. Ben on the other hand seemed to be having the time of his life, the appeal of having such a tough-looking guy laughing and squirming under him surprisingly erotic. "O-M-Goodness, you have the CUTEST laugh EVER!"

He didn't think his deep, throaty belly laughs were exactly 'cute,' but if Ben thought so that was all that mattered. "Thahahahahanks!" He let the excitable cat have his fun until he felt those claws start to creep up his ribs towards his armpits, one of his most sensitive spots, and he had to clamp his arms down.

"OK OK! I think that's 'bout enuff, baby," he said, still chuckling.

"Oh OK," he said with mock dejection. He crawled back up to his spot next to the wolf and settled back down with head on chest.

"Thank ya fer tanite," Mike said, "it really meant alot ta me."

"Mmm...me too, Mikey," he replied a bit sleepily.

"Hey Benny, Ah hate ta say this, but we both gotta work in tha mornin' so Ah should prolly head out."

"You live pretty far off though, are you sure you wouldn't rather just stay here tonight," he asked, almost pleadingly.

"Of course Ah'd rather stay here, but Ah don't have a clean uniform over here."

"Oh, that's true. Well, I guess we'll see each other tomorrow anyway, right?"

Mike tilted the cheetah's head up with a few fingers under his double-chin and kissed him again. "Ya can count on that, Kitty. An' hey, maybe we can grab some lunch together tomorrow, if ya don't have plans that is."

"That would be wonderful!" *************************************************************************** Mike felt like he was walking on clouds all the next day and he still felt butterflies upon seeing Ben the first time after their wonderful night, but this time it wasn't shyness or nerves, but the exhilaration of knowing his feelings were mutual. He almost had a heart attack when he found out talkings of what went on between them had already spread all throughout the precinct before he even walked in, told by the chubby cheetah himself, but he didn't take into account Zootopia being far more accepting of things of that nature than the backwater he grew up from. In fact, multiple officers came up to him to congratulate him, telling him he couldn't have possibly gotten together with a nicer guy. Even the saviors of the city themselves, Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde, commended him. They also threatened him with grievous bodily harm if he did anything to hurt the beloved radio dispatcher, but he wouldn't expect anything less from friends.