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Mike sighed as he finally mounted the stairs leading to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend and fellow officer, Benjamin Clawhauser, his legs and back aching, completely exhausted. He'd been back out on the streets for just shy of a month but all that time off his feet since the attempt on his life had taken a toll on him physically so he still wasn't 100% yet, making it a rather stupid decision on his part to offer to take on a double shift for that day. Now all he wanted was a hot shower, a hot meal, and some cuddle time with his hot guy.

The stocky wolf reached into the pocket of his officer blues and removed him keys, sliding one into the doorknocker with a minor grinding nice, and opened the door of their apartment. A smile immediately found its way to his tired-looking face as he saw his rotund cheetah seated on the couch wearing the pink sweatpants that hugged his ample form beautifully and a tight white Gazelle t-shirt.

"Hay, baby," he said in his rustic drawl, dropping his keys and wallet next to Ben's on the small, round table next to the door.

"Hi Mikey," he replied excitedly, hefting himself up from his seat and dashing over to him, wrapping his bulky arms around him in a tight hug. "Did you have a good day?"

Mike chuckled as he shared the hug, planting a kiss on each spot on Ben's forehead. "It was alright, better now that Ah'm home."

Ben reached up and stroked the side of the clearly fatigued wolf's grey-and-white-furred face from the scar that ended just below the cheekbone to under his chin on his left side, then kissed his lips.

"Mmm yeah it is! I was gonna order some pizza for us, was there anything special you wanted?"

"Naw, ya know me baby, Ah'll eat jus' 'bout anythin'. While yer doin' that Ah'mma gonna go hit up tha shower, aight?"

"Sure thing, Mikey!" He gave the wolf one more quick kiss before releasing him from his embrace, licking his chops as he watched his plump asscheeks as he walked away in the direction of their bedroom. He sat back down and picked up his phone from it's place on the cushion next to him, flipping through his apps until found the one he was looking for, the ordering service for their favorite pizza place. The sound of water cascading from the shower head echoed through the otherwise quiet apartment as he confirmed the order and selected Cash on Delivery as the payment method. His pleasant, casual smile dropped and he was left crestfallen as he opened his wallet and realized he was short almost $10 dollars.

He scampered quickly into the bedroom. "Hey baby," he called through the partially closed bathroom door, a healthy curtain of steam billowing outward, "do you have any cash, I'm alittle light."

"Check mah wallet," came his answer, "should be 'bout 20 or so in thar."

"Kay, thanks!"

The chubby cheetah sauntered back out into the living room, muttering the lyrics to his favorite Gazelle song, and picked up Mike's well-worn, brown leather wallet. He opened it and removed $15 out, placing it on top of his cash and setting it down on the same table. He was in the process of closing the old billfold when he noticed something, his driver's license, staring at him through a clear plastic window. He dashed back to the bedroom, wallet still in hand, and entered the steamy bathroom.

He was momentarily frozen by the view through the see-through shower curtain, like he always was when greeted by the sight of his boyfriend's body. Strong legs, firm ass, broad shoulders, barrel chest, thick arms, muscle gut, perfect cock, every single inch soaking wet and soapy. Ben could practically feel himself starting to drool, but he reminded himself why he'd come in and he needed answers.

"Mikey!"

"Yea babe," he said questioningly, poking his sud-covered head out from behind the curtain.

"Why didn't you tell me you birthday was last week?!"

The wolf cocked his head, sending beads of water shooting off this way and that. "Was it?"

"According to your license, yes!"

"Huh, guess Ah forgot 'bout it. Daddy ne'er really cel'brated it wit' me growin' up'r nothin' so Ah us'ally don't pay it no mind."

"He wouldn't celebrate your birthday?!"

Mike simply shook his head.

Ben took a deep breath before responding, "Mikey, you know I'm proud of you for working out your relationship with your dad, but I still REALLY don't like that man!"

"Ah know, Benny, but...," he was about continue but fell silent, his pointed ears perked and alert. "Ah think tha food's here."

"Gracious that was fast," the portly feline said as he dashed from the room, knowing he could trust the canine's sense of hearing. ********************************************************************* Mike sighed contentedly as he lay naked on his back in bed, his belly full and a book in his hands. Despite the line of questioning earlier it'd been a nice, relaxing evening. They'd both eaten their fill and spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch until the wolf announced he wanted to get a few pages read then hit the hay without Ben trying to renew his interrogation. He was just starting to feel his eyelids droop when a substantial, suspiciously warm, soft, and spotted weight landed on his midsection, accompanied with bubbly giggles. He lowered the hardcover down across his muscular white chest to reveal Ben, nude himself, straddling him, a big bright smile slathered on his face and looking so pleased with himself he was fit to burst.

"Mikey, I just had the BEST idea!"

"Oh yea, an' what's that?" "I'm gonna throw you a birthday party!"

The wolf's full face darkened. "Benny...," he started.

"Now now, I know you don't really like being the center of attention, but come on, it's your birthday! It's special!"

The chubby cheetah spared nothing from his bag of tricks; he started subtly gyrating his hips so as to gently tease Mike's genitals as he leaned forward and stroked behind his pointed ears.

"Come oooon," he said in that playfully pleading way of his, "let me do this for you!"

"Now that jus' ain't fair," the wolf moaned, feeling his cock start to harden against his will. His eyes closed, he began humping up against the soft, squishy, spotted ass that was tormenting him until the entire length of his engorged member ran parallel with Ben's crack, filling it.

"So can I," Ben asked again, reaching behind him to teasingly stroke the underside of Mike's cock with a pudgy finger.

"Hmm? Oh, right. Fine, Ah guess, jus' please keepit small, ok?"

"Of course. Now, I think I should finish what I've started, shouldn't I?"

Mike growled softly. "Ah cain't be held account'ble fer what'll happen if'n ya don't!"

Clawhauser giggled sweetly as he turned around on top of Mike, his own bright red cock rock hard and dripping precum, until his tailhole was exposed and poised close to the wolf's face.

"Get me nice and wet, Wolfy, and I'll do the same," he said before leaning down and taking his boyfriend's throbbing member loosely into his mouth. At the same time, Mike gripped his wide hips and pulled him closer, extending his tongue and lapping passionately at the cheetah's puckered hole.

For several minutes the only sounds in the room were muffled moans and wet slurping. Ben ached to have his wolf lover inside him, and the wet tongue-lashing he was receiving only made that ache grow and grow into something unbearable. He couldn't take it any longer! He spun around on top of him, slinging precum from his cocktip and from his mouth outward in thin twin ribbons, and guided the slipper wolfcock into him. He sat down on Mike's 8-incher so hard they both grunted in pain and surprise.

"Unf! Easy baby, don't wanna break it off, do ya?"

"Hehe, sorry, got excited!" He eased himself down gently the rest of the way until the wolf below him was fully buried to the hilt. Mike held the cheetah's hips once again as Ben started rocking back and forth on top of him until he found the perfect position that allowed the most contact between the fleshy rod inside him and his prostate.

Mike groaned pleasurably as his boyfriend slid up and down on his shaft, slowly at first but progressively quickening, and returned the favor by gripping the cheetah's thick 6-incher and masterbating him in time with his thrusts.

Ben could feel himself edging closer and closer to his climax already, the strong paw on his member and the thick cock rubbing the small, firm nut that was his prostate just to wonderful for him to resist. He tried his best to think of something, anything, that could distract him, but then a hand attached itself to his nipple, tenderly squeezing, and that was all she wrote.

"O-M-GOOOOOOODNEEEEEEEEEESS!!!" He thew his head back and unleashed a vicious yowl directed at the ceiling as hot, oddly sweet semen erupted from his tip, splattering the wolf's face with its first wave and his chest and belly with each successive burst.

Mike chuckled, licking the cheetah's cum off his fingers, as Ben grew still on top of him except for intense, exhausted panting, his spotted head back and his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

"Needed that did ya, babe?"

"You *pant pant* have no idea!"

"Ah sorta got'n idea right now."

Ben was quiet for a minute, confused as to what he meant by that. His eyes grew wide in realization as it came to his attention Mike hadn't cum yet; the wolf's cock was still lodged firmly inside him, throbbing just as heavily as before. The poor guy must've been aching for release by now!

The cheetah, still impaled by an 8 inch wolfcock, laid his considerable bulk parallel on top of Mike, his own cum working to glue their torsos together. The wolf wrapped his thick, muscular, grey-furred arms around his back and kissed his boyfriend deeply as he started thrusted into him again. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable position, he was having to pivot his hips quite a bit to get the depth he needed to finish, but he wouldn't trade the sensation of Ben biting gently into his shoulder as he moaned and mewled into his ear for anything.

His grip grew tighter and his claws dug lightly into the cheetahs spotted back as Mike came closer and closer to orgasm. He growled and grunted, his eyes squeezed shut tightly and a light sweat --partially from the exertion, partially from the heat generated by the pear-shaped body pressed onto his torso-- broke out on his forehead. His gritted teeth opened to release a window-rattling howl as he filled his boyfriend's hole with his own special cream filling.

They both laid there in that position, muscles frozen, panting heavily for several minutes before Ben somehow found the strength to lift himself up off the rapidly softening cock inside him. He didn't go far, simply sliding off the wolf onto the space next to him, settling his head against the crook formed where Mike's shoulder and chest met. The buff lupine kissed the top of his head and gently rubbed his rough palm against the cheetah's back.

"Yer to good ta me, Kitty," he whispered softly.

"You're no slouch," he replied, "and you deserve it." *********************************************************************** "Thanks, darlin'," Mike said with a smile and charming wink to the female impala behind the counter of the flower shop right next to his apartment building, taking the boutique from her in his large grey hands.

"You're welcome, Sir," she replied, a slight blush on her cheeks and her own sheepish smile on her snout.

He exited the florist's and made the short walked to the other end of the block and entered the building he and Ben called home, mounting the stairs and using all his dexterity to protect the cluster of flowers --peonies, the cheetah's favorite-- from any damage that might befall them. Due to their schedules they hadn't been able to see each other that much for the past few days so Mike was hoping the flowers would be a good start towards cheering his boyfriend up about it. It'd also been a few days since their talk about the wolf's birthday and he hadn't heard Ben mention it since. Of course the cheetah could occasionally be a bit scatterbrained, but Mike didn't mind.

He paused in front of the door to their apartment and smoothed the front of his officer's blues before fishing his keys out of his pocket, shifting the boutique to his other arm as he inserted the jagged metal piece into the lock. He turned it and opened the door to find the room completely dark.

"Baby? Ya he...."

His questioning was abruptly cut off by the overhead light suddenly flaring into life and a cacophonous chorus of 'SURPRISE!' filled his ears and he was utterly shocked to see the living room filled with people!

There were several of his fellow officers there, including Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, his boxing partner McHorn, and surprisingly enough Chief Bogo, as well as Ben's mother and two younger brothers! And right there out in front of them all, holding a large cake, was his incredible boyfriend, looking fit to burst and giggling excitedly.

"Happy birthday, Mikey," he said, his gold-flecked eyes twinkling. ************************************************************************ Mike couldn't remember the last time he'd felt as appreciated as he did that night. Granted, he didn't have much experience in the field of birthdays, but he thought the party was a rollicking success!

Ben's mother and younger brothers, all of whom he'd met before and were more the body type one imagines when they picture a cheetah, were the absolute epitome of warmth and kindness and it was easy to see where the chubby feline got his inherent sweetness from. They always made him really feel like a member of the family and that night was no different; before he'd even had a chance to recover from the surprise all three darted forward and took him up in an almost rib-crushing hug.

As for their fellow officers, the wolf had of course seen many of them off the clock before, but the very fact that so many of them had given up their precious spare time for him gave him an indescribably warm feeling. None more so than the normally stoic water buffalo captain giving him one of his incredibly rare smiles, extended his hoof to shake Mike's hand, and said, "Michael, I'm proud of you." Every mammal within earshot gasped as it was the first time they'd ever heard Bogo refer to anyone by their first name.

Even that wonderful moment came second in the wolf's mind for fondest memory. It paled in comparison to the gift given him by the sweet, chubby cheetah. Months ago, when they'd first started dating, Mike had told him about how he'd had to sell most everything he owned once he arrived in Zootopia and there was really only one item he truly missed. He couldn't believe Ben remembered that off-the-cuff story as he tore the shimmering wrapping paper open to reveal a beautiful, vintage acoustic guitar! He sat down to perform a song --at everyone else's request, he hated the sound of his voice even though Ben often said he liked the "gravely" quality it held-- but had to stop after the first chorus of 'Carry on My Wayward Son' as the emotions of the evening had him on the verge of tears.

And now the party was over, and as he laid there in bed with Ben, his boyfriend, the love of his life, nestled sleeping in his muscular arms, there was nothing more he could ever want. He couldn't stop his mind from wandering to the idea of marriage.