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"...and before we break for the day, I've one last item on the list. Hopps, Wilde."

The bunny and fox jumped to attention at the chief's words; it took every ounce of Nick's willpower to not jump to literal attention, sending his chair skittering back while giving Bogo his smartest salute as he'd done for his first few weeks as an officer.

The chuckling from the other ZPD officers was accompanied by the smallest of smiles from Chief Bogo before the buffalo gave the two a nod. "For your exceptional efforts to keep the streets of Zootopia clean and safe these past few months, you're each to be awarded the Distinguished Service Medal at this Saturday's Officers' Banquet. The current chairman for the Board of Officers, Higgins, can give you more details."

The announcement was met with boisterous hooting and cheering from the other officers, as well as congratulatory--though light--smacks on the back for both Judy and Nick from the ones sitting nearby. Nick grunted when Rhinowitz ruffled the fur between his ears, but couldn't stop a wide grin from spreading across his face as his tongue lolled in happiness. This was it, what he'd been wanting all his life. Camaraderie. Belonging.

His grin softened into a warm smile as Judy, his partner and the reason for that belonging met his eyes with a look of pride. Pride in their work together, and pride in how far they'd come together.

"Alright, alright, that's enough of that." Chief Bogo's voice broke through the merriment. "You're all dismissed." With that the cape buffalo tapped his notes on the podium to gather them into a neat stack, then turned to sweep out of the room.

"The Distinguished Service Medal, Nick!" Judy hopped out of her chair in excitement. "This is amazing! I didn't think they'd give it out to officers in their first year, but-!"

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down, Carrots, or you'll bounce right out the door." Nick clapped his partner on the shoulder, and then let out a soft chuckle as the rabbit pulled him into a hug. "You worked hard, so you earned it."

"You both have," Higgins said as he moved up next to the pair. The hippo gave both Judy and Nick a nod while they saluted smartly. "You're right, Hopps, the ZPD doesn't usually give that kind of award out to rookie cops in their first year on the force, but we make exceptions for our exceptional brothers and sisters in blue."

"It's an honor, Officer Higgins." Judy continued to subtly bounce in place even as she turned to Nick. "We've gotta celebrate! Drinks?"

"Something harder than carrot juice?" Nick laughed when Judy rolled her eyes and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. "Yeah, I could go for that. Your place or mine?"

"Before that..." Nick's ear flicked as Higgins' heavy hand landed on his back. "Get in your civvies and clocked out, then meet me in my office, Wilde. There's a special commendation I'd like to give the first fox on the force."

"Oooh, a special commendation, huh?" Judy smiled to Nick, and the fox thanked his lucky stars that his partner didn't notice the shift in Higgins' tone, nor the small shiver down Nick's spine as the hippo rubbed between his shoulder blades. Bless the dumb little bunny for her ignorance.

"Y-yeah." Nick cleared his throat, and then plastered his usual debonair smirk onto his face. "Yeah, what can I say? I'm just getting awards left and right. But what, I can't get my commendations on the clock?" He looked up to meet Higgin's gaze, another shiver traveling down from under the hippo's hand to the base of his tail, and gave the larger male a playful jab in the side with his elbow.

Higgins guffawed. "Don't worry, it'll be quick. I won't keep you too long."

The fox let out a theatrical, weary sigh, and looked to Judy. "Looks like an officer's work is never done. I'll catch up with you later, 'kay Carrots?"

"Sure!" Judy glanced from Nick to Higgins, and for a single frozen, breathless moment, the fox waited for his partner to figure out that something was amiss. "Text me when you're ready to meet up, I guess." Then the bunny waved to Nick, gave Higgins one more salute, and trotted off.

Higgins waited until more of their fellow officers trickled out of the room before kneeling down next to Nick. The fox could feel a few lingering eyes on them both, and his breathing hitched in his throat as the tips of his ears began to burn. Higgins' hand traced down Nick's back, lower and lower, until the massive palm cupped the fox's firm rump. The smaller male let out a soft whimper as his tail hiked up. "Don't keep me waiting, foxyboy." Nick felt the hippo's breath brush over his ear, sending it flicking again as the low croon in the senior officer's voice made his knees tremble.

"Yes sir."

Higgins' lips curled into a smirk, and he gave Nick's ass a slow, hard squeeze. "Good boy." Then the hippo stood and lumbered out of the room.

Nick took slow, deep breaths, trying to will the throbbing in his crotch away. Not yet; he was still officer Nick Wilde of the ZPD, and he had to act like it. It wasn't until a few minutes later, when the door to the locker room slammed closed behind him, that the mask could drop in favor of what he had become over his months in the force.

Rhinowitz, Snarlof, and Wolfard were waiting for him. As he moved over to his locker, the trio of senior officers grinned to each other and pressed in against the smaller mammal. And despite the fox's ears pulling back as he the larger males towered over him, he answered their lustful expressions with one of his own. This was just another facet of his camaraderie with his brothers in blue; something that had been offered with hungry glances and suggestive smiles as they changed together or showered together or worked together, and had been answered with submissive gestures and furtive--though increasingly blatant and exploratory--touches. After all, to get ahead in life you needed to learn how to make and keep friends in high places, and that adage held just as true among the ranks of the ZPD as it did out on the mean streets of Zootopia.

The fox grunted and whimpered and groaned as Rhinowitz's hand landed on his head to hold him in place. Nick was just the right height to reach forward and grasp his senior officer's belt, work it and the larger male's pants open, and then shove his snout right into the rhino's fly to press his nose to the pendulous bulge within. Nick sniffed, breathed in, filled his lungs with the scent of the other male, familiar and pungent and toe-curlingly arousing. "Good boy." The husky whisper of praise made the smaller mammal's tail wag as the rhino scratched behind his ears. He pulled the senior officer's pants and underwear down to reveal Rhinowitz's thick, plump sheath, and gave the larger male's low-hanging balls a flirtatious kiss before pulling away.

"Me next, me next!" Wolfard was panting in excitement as he pushed forward.

Nick answered with a breathy chuckle. "Come on, boys, I'm on a schedule here." Still, the fox kneeled down to give Wolfard the same treatment he'd given to Rhinowitz. The nuzzling as he pulled the canine's pants open. The soft kiss on the tip of the other male's sheath. The flick of his tongue over the emerging red tip of the senior officer's cock, meeting the canine's gaze as he tasted Wolfard's malehood, and the roguish smile and wink before he pulled away again. "Officer Higgins is waiting on me."

"Better hurry, then." Snarlof was leaning against the lockers, his own small, puffy tail lifted and wiggling back and forth, and Nick moaned into the polar bear's ass he reached around to undo the larger male's belt and fly. The ursine's pants fell down around his ankles, and the fox shoved his snout into the cleft between Snarlof's fuzzy cheeks to drag his wet, wriggling dexterous tongue over the flexing black flesh of the larger mammal's puckered hole; just like the times he'd spent under Raymond and Kevin's tails while waiting on a meeting with Mr. Big. He was in his element. Schmoozing. Socializing. Putting his charms--and his body--to their best use.

Then Nick pressed a kiss to the marking under the base of Snarlof's tail, and reluctantly pulled away for the third time to finally strip out of his uniform. The trio whooped at the show as he bent over and rifled through his locker for his civilian clothes, and Nick gave them a grin over his shoulder while lifting his tail up high. "Tomorrow. In the morning."

Rhinowitz nodded. "We'll be waiting."

With that, Nick tucked his throbbing erection into his pants, trying to adjust the throbbing length into a comfortable position, and buttoned up his shirt and tied his tie with all the lazy carelessness of a practiced Casanova on yet another date. Then he left the locker room--and the trio of senior officers to each other--and headed towards Higgins' office.

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His knock on the door was answered with a distracted "Come in," and Nick quickly slipped into the small, cozy room. "Lock the door behind you." The fox nodded, turning to follow the order from Higgins, and then looked back to the hippo sitting behind the desk near the far wall.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

A lazy smirk spread over Higgin's face, so different from the larger male's usual open, friendly expression; Nick wasn't the only one who slipped on the mask of a dedicated officer of the law in the ZPD. "Yes. I've got something I want to give you: a very, very big commendation." Nick stood to attention as he felt the larger male's gaze raking over his body, his ears pulled flat in submission. "...Strip."

"Yes, sir." Nick felt yet another shiver down his spine as he pulled his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt. In the locker room his movements had been playful, even flirty, but there was no time for that here. He knew Higgins didn't want a show; he wanted the fox's slim, lithe body bared as soon as possible so they could get to the real fun. The fox allowed his shirt, then his pants, to drop to the carpeted floor as he kicked off his shoes and socks together. Then he gave his senior officer a sharp, smart salute while letting his cock, half-erect already, throb in the open air.

While Higgins appraised his nudity with open lust, the fox allowed his eyes to wander over the office. He noted the way the desk had been cleared off, the wooden surface he'd grown intimately familiar with as bare and nude as he was. A chain hung from an inconspicuous hook in the ceiling above, and a pair of leather cuffs sat beneath the hanging length. Nick gulped even as a hot pulse of arousal shot through his crotch. It was subtle, but clear to anyone who was in the know: Higgins had transformed his office into an impromptu sex dungeon.

The hippo cleared his throat, and Nick's eyes snapped back towards the larger male. "See that by the door?" One arm lifted to point a thick, blunt finger, and the fox followed it to the collar and leash on a hook just behind him. "Put it on and get over here." Higgins' words weren't even a command; they were a statement of what was going to happen to his 'foxyboy'.

And just like that, Higgins' statement came true; with another murmured 'yes, sir', Nick took the collar and leash off the hook. The leather band tightened around his throat as he put it on--pulled snug and then one notch tighter, just like Nick liked it--and then dropped down to all fours. He placed the leather handle of the leash attached to the collar--his collar--into his mouth, biting down on it and tasting the mixed salt and spice of sweaty leather, and finally crawled forward to make his way around the desk to the hippo's heels.

He was met with the sight of his senior officer's bare lower body. The hippo lounged in his office chair with his gut hanging out from under his uniform shirt and his legs splayed open to display his crotch. The fat, heavy sack of his balls, musky and sweat-soaked and humid, sat below the larger mammal's plump, thick sheath. Its masculine scent wafted into the fox's nose as he approached and sat on his haunches between his senior officer's legs. Higgins smiled, held out his open palm, and Nick dropped the handle of his leash into it. "Good boy. You like what you see?"

"Yes, sir." Nick panted, flicking his gaze from the hippo's bare crotch to the larger male's glinting eyes. He trembled and moaned with lust as the larger mammal loomed over him, tugging on the leash every now and then to make sure Nick could feel it. To make sure that foxyboy knew his place: with his face in his senior officer's crotch.

"Good, because you aren't leaving until these puppies are drained dry." Higgins cupped his balls, lifted the fist-sized orbs, and pulled Nick forward by the leash to press the flesh of his sack to the fox's nose. "Open that drawer next to you, foxyboy." When Nick turned his head to look, the hippo gave the leash a rough tug to force the fox's snout deeper into the flesh of his crotch, which pulsed and throbbed against the smaller male's nose and cheeks and lips. "Ah ah. Did I say you could stop smelling my dick?"

Nick whimpered, choking and gagging a little bit as the tight collar cut off his airflow momentarily, and then filled his lungs with the hippo's musk. "N-no, sir..." Nick ground his nose against the base of Higgins' sheath, then moved up along its length to the opening where its scent grew pungent and cloying. As Nick kissed and suckled on the emerging tip of the hippo's malehood, he reached out to blindly feel around with one hand, pull the bottom drawer of the senior officer's desk open, and rifle around inside. There were only two things within, which Nick quickly recognized from his previous sessions with the hippo: a cockring and an o-ring gag.

"There you go." Higgins' grip on the leash grew slack, but Nick kept his nose pressed firmly to the larger mammal's crotch until the hippo gave him the signal--a sharp smack on the bridge of his snout with the leather handle--to pull back. The fox looked up to meet his senior officer's gaze, panting and flushed and pulling his ears back flat against his skull. "Look at you, such a cute little foxyboy." A low chuckle, almost friendly, rumbled in Higgins' throat as his smirk widened. He nodded to the rings in Nick's hand as one bare foot moved to press against the smaller male's own crotch. "Put them on and lemme see how you look in them."

Nick obeyed, remaining transfixed by the dominant, confident look the larger male was pinning him with. First, he opened his mouth wide and slid the ring gag between his jaws. His fingers fumbled as he tightened the leather straps around his head while memories of that hellish night during his childhood stirred beneath the lustful haze clouding his mind; but unlike the muzzle his 'friends' in the Junior Ranger Scouts had forced onto him, the ring gag kept his maw opened wide for anything Higgins--or any of the other senior officers--had in mind for him. Then the cockring slipped over his pulsing erection, down to the base and over his ballsack to enclose his entire sheath in its tight embrace. Finally, Nick sat back on his haunches to present himself to his senior officer.

Higgins nodded in approval, grunting and huffing as he pulled himself out of the creaking office chair and to his feet. A tug on the leash made Nick stand as well, and the fox looked up at the hippo with mixed fear and arousal swirling in his eyes as the larger male--and the larger male's slowly-hardening erection--loomed over him.

"Now now, don't you look at me like that." Higgins' voice was mockingly tender as he cupped Nick's cheek. He tilted the fox's head back with one hand while tugging the smaller male up onto his tiptoes by the leash with the other. "I know what foxes like you love. And after all, you're here to get a special commendation, right?" Higgins watched Nick struggle for a moment with a broad smile, letting out a short laugh every time the fox's cock bumped against his leg. "You've been an excellent team player, Wilde, and I've heard a lot about what you've been doing for your brothers on the force."

Nick tried to speak around the ring gag keeping his jaw stretched open, but the words came out as a gargling groan.

"That's right." Higgins nodded, an expression of deep consideration on his face. "I think you just might be ready for a new position in the department that's opened up. Just gotta give you one last little test." The pretense held for a long moment, and then broke as Higgins grinned, coughed, and hocked a loogie straight onto the smaller male's wriggling tongue.

"Nggh." Nick could feel the slimy mucus sitting in his mouth, but it wasn't exactly the most depraved thing his senior officers had made him swallow; and by the look in Higgins' eyes as he stared down at the fox, the larger mammal knew it, too. Nick hesitated for a moment, and then allowed Higgins' gift to slide to the back of his throat before he gulped it down.

Higgins let out a loud guffaw. "Good boy! Didn't even need to tell you what to do. You're gonna fit in with the other toys just fine." He spat into Nick's mouth again, taking delight in watching the fox's tongue and throat working to accept his offering, and then dropped the leash in favor of grasping the smaller male's head with both hands. He pushed Nick down to his crotch--to his long, dribbling, pulsing erection--and fed the head of his cock through the o-ring gag. The larger male let the first few inches of his shaft linger on Nick's tongue; let the fox taste the sharp, pungent flavor of his masculinity, and take a few swallows of Higgins' precum as it flowed in a steady stream to flood the Nick's maw. Then, with a grunt, Higgins shoved himself forward to hilt his entire length in the smaller male.

Nick gagged. Coughed. Felt his throat ache as it convulsed around the hippo's considerably-girthy shaft. Then he took a few deep breaths through his nose, letting the pain and humiliation sink beneath the larger mammal's strong, sweaty musk, and let out a deep, hungry groan. His hands grasped the larger male's hips, and he pushed forward to bury his snout under the hippo's firm, round gut and against Higgin's crotch.

"Awww, yeah... you've been starving for it, haven't you, foxyboy?" The hippo held Nick's head in place as he began to thrust in long, slow pumps that slid his entire length in and out of the fox's open maw. "Fuck, you preds can't get enough of it, can you? Always slobbering all over yourselves for a taste of thick, juicy prey meat, huh?" Higgin's let out a breathy chuckle, and then a low groan as he hilted in the smaller male's tight, convulsing throat again. And again. And again. "Mmmf... you're a better cocksucker than Clawhauser." When Nick's ears perked up at the name, Higgins' grin widened. "Oh yeah, I've fed that pussycat this dick plenty of times. In both ends..."

"Mmmnf..." Nick's hands moved from the larger male's hips to the low-hanging balls swinging back and forth and smacking into his chin with every thrust the hippo was giving him. He gripped and squeezed and hefted the orbs within, his pawpads caressing the leathery sack.

"And he isn't the only pred that's choked on my baton..." Higgins began to name names. Snarlof. Wolfard. Grizzoti. Delgato. Officers that Nick had seen around the station, sat next to in the briefing room, and ogled in the locker room and showers. The senior officer painted images with his low, crooning, lust-filled words of the males bound and kneeling before him, begging with their eyes for his cock down their throats. How Snarlof loved to feel the fat, leaky cock grinding between his cheeks before Higgins slammed balls deep into the polar bear. How Delgato wouldn't even need the ring gag to keep his mouth and throat wide open for the senior officer to use as his personal onahole. How Wolfard would whine and whimper and beg, writhing on his back on the office carpet until Higgins deigned to sit his plump, cushy ass down on the wolf's eager face.

And Nick listened, even as Higgins trailed off into hoarse, horny babbling. His own cock bounced against his belly with every thrust from the larger mammal as his throat worked tirelessly to swallow around the throbbing length. Swallow down the hippo's copious pre, let it settle warm and heavy in his stomach and make the fox moan in faint, muzzy contentment. He was only broken out of his stupor when Higgins slammed his crotch into the fox's face, practically crushing Nick's snout against the soft, musky flesh as he came.

And came. And came. Shot after shot of thick prey cum spurting out of Higgins' erupting cock and straight down Nick's throat. The fox groaned, feeling his stomach starting to bloat as the deluge filled him; overfilled him. He could only collapse bonelessly onto the carpet, gasping and gagging and letting out semen-flavored burps while clutching his gut.

"Mmmn... sorry about that, forgot to mention I cum like a fire hose. Not even Delgato can take it all without spilling some." A heavy hand patted Nick's head and scratched behind his ears as Higgin's voice gained a note of pride. "But look at you, foxyboy! Took it all like a champ. I guess I should've figured you were a natural-born cumdump." The hand on his head moved down to hook under the fox's armpit, as did the hippo's other hand on Nick's other side, and the fox was pulled up to his feet--higher, to dangle in the air--while Higgin's looked him over. "Of course, that isn't the only end we've gotta test out."

Nick didn't have time to contemplate the larger mammal's words as he was laid down on Higgins' desk. His arms were lifted up, and his wrists slipped into a pair of manacles. The fox groaned and whimpered as Higgins shackled his splayed legs as well, and then moved between them to press the cum-and-saliva-coated tip of his still-pulsing erection to the smaller male's loose pucker.

"Come on now, foxyboy. Beg for it. Show me you deserve my commendation."

Nick pulled himself up by the manacles so he could meet the hippo's ravenous stare. He rocked his hips upward to bounce his own throbbing cock on his cum-filled belly, begging to be speared by his senior officer with the closest approximation to 'please' the ring-gag allowed him.

"Attaboy." Higgins pressed an almost-tender kiss to the crown of Nick's head. Then he grabbed the fox's leash once more for leverage in a tight grip, yanked him up, and slammed balls-deep into the smaller male.

Nick screamed; or at least started to before Higgins shoved a pair of short, thick fingers into the fox's mouth to gag him.

"Quiet! Don't want Bogo to hear, do you?" Nick's ears pulled back even as his cock jumped and spurted a line of pre across his stomach, and Higgins grinned. "...Or maybe you do. Maybe you want Chief Bogo's big, sticky commendation all over your face while I ram your guts." The hippo laughed, and leaned in to murmur into Nick's ear in a low, husky whisper. "His dick's bigger than mine--biggest on the force--and smells fucking potent after a long, hard day. Maybe if you ask him nicely, he'll let you suck it." The way Nick's cock throbbed as he rocked his hips up wasn't only from Higgins' gut grinding on the sensitive flesh, and they both knew it. "Or maybe when I'm done with you, you'll be stretched enough for him to fuck you just. Like. This." He slammed his crotch into Nick's ass with every word, and the fox groaned around the hippo's fingers as both his throat and his back passage clenched.

Higgins' wasn't the biggest dick he'd ever had under his tail, but the hippo was merciless with his pounding. The larger male panted and gasped, starting to sweat as he worked into his foxyboy's tight, clinging hole again and again, and Nick watched with open desire as Higgins stripped his shirt off and tossed it aside. They were both nude, grunting and rutting like primitive animals, and if the fox weren't bound and gagged and helpless under the larger mammal's heavy body he'd be clutching at Higgins' shoulders and hips and begging for it; begging to be used, fucked, filled with cock and cum. As it was, though, Nick could only let himself be rocked back and forth in his bindings and breathe in the rich scents of sex--sweet prey and sharp predator musk mingling in a thick miasma around them, along with the sharp smells of sweat and cum and ass and male virility--while taking every thrust his senior officer gave him.

He only realized that his mind had begun to swim and sink into a haze of hot lust when he felt a sharp tap on the bridge of his snout from the leash's leather handle. Nick groaned and met Higgins' own clouded gaze, feeling the larger male's breath washing over his face in humid puffs. "Get ready for it, foxyboy." That was all the warning Nick had before the hippo slammed into him to the hilt, and came with a long, low groan. Again, Nick screamed as the length within him pushed right up against his sweet spot, sending hot convulsions shooting through his abused crotch to erupt all over his chest and belly in his own orgasm. Again, the fox could feel himself being filled beyond capacity, spurt after spurt after spurt of thick hippo cum filling--overfilling--his guts and dribbling out around Higgin's shaft to smear between them. Again, he heard Higgins' cries of pleasure as the larger mammal's sweaty, heavy body pressed against his own.

Nick almost blacked out, but was brought back to himself once more with a quiet whimper as Higgins pulled his cock free; the fox could feel every inch of the hippo's spent malehood sliding out of his guts, as well as the flow of backed-up seed pouring out of his opened hole. Higgins grabbed his phone off of the desk, aimed it at Nick's bound, panting, cum-soaked form, and began to snap a few pictures. "Good job, foxyboy..." The senior officer's voice was breathless, but still held that almost-tender croon as he took pic after pic of the smaller male. His gaping mouth, still dribbling mixed saliva and semen. The still-throbbing erection sitting in a pool of his own cum on his stomach. The fox's gaping pucker, the sore flesh stinging as it tried to clench down around the emptiness the larger male had left behind. Only when he was satisfied--and had sent the pics off to someone, or multiple someones--did Higgins undo Nick's manacles and let the fox collapse into a boneless, sated heap on his desk. "Everyone's gonna love those pics. And love seeing you do a repeat performance in person." As Nick panted, head lolling to look toward his senior officer, Higgins wrote something down onto the back of a business card and set it on the corner of his desk. "Get yourself dressed and cleaned up, and then head to that address to receive the medal for your commendation. Congratulations, Officer Wilde, you've got the position."

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It took a long time and a lot of scrubbing in the showers to get the smut coating his body off, but Nick finally sauntered--a little carefully and slowly as the bone-deep pleasure of a good nut mixed with the sharp stinging under his tail--out through the main entrance of the ZPD station. He'd texted Judy as soon as he'd struggled back into his clothes, telling his partner that he needed to run a few errands and then would be ready to meet up to celebrate their commendations. The bunny had been understanding--bless her--and said to swing by whenever he could.

But first, Nick had to pick up the 'medal' for Officer Higgins' special commendation.

He pulled the business card the hippo had given him out of his pocket, examining it for a moment. The card itself was for a tattoo parlor a few blocks from the station, while on the back Higgins had drawn a familiar marking with the note 'you know where this goes' next to it: a crude, stylized penis. The same mark Nick had spotted under Snarlof's tail, and Grizzoli's, and a few of the other pred officers he'd ogled in the showers. If he got it in the same position the others had it, the tip of the dick would be pointing right at his tailhole; an open invitation for those in the know. His malehood, spent as it was from his 'induction ceremony', throbbed at the thought as he wondered exactly who was 'in the know'.

Then the mask of Nick Wilde, ZPD officer and upstanding citizen of Zootopia, slipped back on. The fox began to whistle a jaunty tune as he made his way out into the warm urban evening.