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The sunset lit the sky on fire, glowing in warm pinks and oranges that silhouetted the looming towers and skyscrapers of Zootopia. Clawhauser fidgeted in his seat and stared out the window, his heart pounding as the car rolled to a stop. He glanced over to Chief Bogo, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and then dropped his gaze down towards his lap. "Are you sure about this?"

"What, are you nervous?"

Clawhauser gulped and took another glance out the window. They were parked next to a construction site; a tall white fence blocked off most of the view, save for a gap where a few elephants were standing around smoking cigarettes. The cheetah gulped at the sight of the larger mammals--they were glancing over to the car, their eyes curious--and nodded. "A little bit."

A heavy hand settled on his thigh, stroking and squeezing. "You can do this, kitty." The chief's words, low and strong, were rumbled out with conviction. Clawhauser felt a tremble down his spine at the tone of Bogo's voice, and his cheeks burned as the Chief purred out that nickname. "It's just like we talked about, yeah? This is your chance to prove yourself. Just a little test, if you will."

"Mm." He was right. They had talked about this; it was one of the things they'd started talking about the most, the topic coming up every time they got together. And Clawhauser was a little embarrassed to admit it, but he'd been thinking about this evening a lot over the course of the week, ever since Bogo had confirmed that it was finally happening. "But... do I have to go out there naked?"

Bogo laughed, soft and warm, and his hand moved to cup the cheetah's bare crotch. His thumb worked over the stout, plump pouch of the cheetah's sheath while his fingers caressed the tight, pert coinpurse between the pred's thick thighs. Clawhauser's cheeks burned hotter as a purr rumbled in his throat at the contact. "Of course. You want them to see what you've got to offer, don't you?" He leaned over towards the cheetah, and a humid puff of breath against the side of Clawhauser's face made the pred's ear flick and twitch. "Show off for them like you love showing off for me, kitty."

"Mmmn. Is that an order, sir?"

Clawhauser took a pleasured, hissing breath between his teeth as Bogo's hand clamped around his package for a moment, and then gave the tender, sensitive flesh another soothing caress. "It is. And you need to follow orders if you're going to be an officer, right?"

"Right." Clawhauser took a deep breath, let it out, and nodded. "Alright."

The elephants standing near the fence and enjoying their smokes looked over as the car door opened, and the catcalling began almost as soon as Clawhauser stepped out. Indeed, the cheetah was completely nude--save for the collar around his throat, nearly hidden in his neck rolls--and the elephants were hooting and trumpeting as they seemed to enjoy that fact. Clawhauser's ears pulled back flat on his skull as he heard what they were saying, and he began to tremble. He couldn't do this. Chief Bogo was one thing, but all these big, rough-and-tumble males leering at him was too much for the feline.

"Clawhauser."

Bogo's voice made Clawhauser jump, and he turned around to see the cape buffalo leaning over to peer out the passenger window at him. "Y-yes, sir?"

"Come here."

The Chief's voice brooked no argument, and the cheetah's body immediately responded to obey; just like it always did ever since the first time they hooked up. He approached the passenger side of the car and leaned against it, peering into the window and back at Bogo.

"Closer. Bend over and stick that ass out."

The cheetah could feel the flush under the fur on his cheeks grow even hotter as he did what the cape buffalo commanded. He stared down at the pleather seat, biting his lip as the comments from behind grew louder and more suggestive. The elephants' eyes were on the fat, round, jiggling mounds of his ass, and he could actually feel the weight of the larger mammals' lecherous gazes.

"Lift your tail up, kitty." Bogo's voice remained as low and steady as always, but the smirk on his face and the glimmer in his eyes--the same expression he always gave Clawhauser when he was teasing the cheetah--made it clear that he was enjoying making the feline show himself off in public like this. And Clawhauser, for his part, usually wouldn't mind the teasing; he loved following every one of the chief's orders, both in the office and when the prey-mammal brought him back to his apartment for an after-work hookup.

But in that moment, Clawhauser's lip trembled as he bit it harder and gazed at the cape buffalo, begging with his eyes to be let back in the car. Begging Bogo to drive him off, back to either his apartment or the chief's own. He'd do anything; deep throat Bogo, bend over and let the chief rut his needy hole, even that thing with his hindpaws that the cape buffalo loved.

But his pleas, silent as they were, fell on deaf ears. "You know what to do, right?" At Clawhauser's reluctant nod, Bogo grunted. "Relax. It'll be just like the first time we got together right? You just need to lay back and let them have their fun, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it too." His smirk widened. "Who's my slutty kitty?"

Clawhauser's tail flicked as he blushed. "I-I am..."

"Good boy. Now get out there and have fun." The window started to roll up, and Clawhauser pulled away as Bogo's face disappeared behind the tinted glass. That seemed to be the end of the conversation; as soon as the cheetah stepped away from the curb, Bogo's car rumbled to life and sped off. The feline was left alone on the sidewalk, naked and embarrassed as he was ogled by the elephant workers nearby.

He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He could do this.

"Well hey there, 'slutty kitty'. What brings you out here?" The elephant who'd spoken up as Clawhauser approached the group grinned, reaching down to give the considerable bulge in his worn jeans a squeeze with his trunk. The other pachyderms chuckled and murmured to each other. Of course they would have heard Bogo.

"I-I... well..." Clawhauser's voice came out as a soft, shy stammer as he shifted from foot to foot. His tail flicked behind him. "I, uh... c-came to..."

"Come on, speak up kitty-cat." The group pressed in around the feline, and Clawhauser's face burned as the larger mammals loomed over him. They all seemed to be just as stocky and husky he was. But where his arms and thighs were complete flab, the elephants had rippling muscles flexing under their leathery skin; boulder-hard biceps and firm pecs above the round rise of their guts.

"I-" The cheetah cut himself off with an embarrassing squeak when he felt a trunk give his rump a firm smack, and the elephants burst into guffawing laughter as Clawhauser's ears pressed tight against his skull. "I'm here to... s-see the foreman. Mr. Trunkston? About the... th-the hardwood shipment."

That got the elephants' attention; and made their grins widen into almost-friendly scythes as they looked down at the shorter male.

"Well why didn't'cha say so?" The elephant who'd been speaking nodded and adjusted his bulge again, open and shameless. "Follow me, kitty-cat. I'll take ya right to him."

Clawhauser shuddered as the elephant's short, but tree-trunk-thick arm came to rest over his shoulders--he was the perfect height to have the larger male's dank, pungent, sweaty armpit right next to his face--but gave the pachyderm a nod. "Lead the way."

Clawhauser continued to take slow, deep, even breaths as he was lead through the gap in the fence. He could do this.

Within the construction site was the usual ordered chaos that accompanied that kind of business; rough shouting mingled with the cacophony of power tools as cement was mixed and poured into place, steel struts were cut and shaped and riveted together, and insulation and drywall were put up to shape what would be large-animal homes. The nude cheetah was lead into that world, and could feel how out of place he was in the midst of all those rough, sweaty, working males. Heads turned and eyes raked over his body, and murmuring followed in his wake as Clawhauser was brought over to a massive elephant poring over blueprints and bellowing out the occasional order to the workers around him.

The larger male looked up, glowering at the interruption and preparing to trumpet at his fellow pachyderm, and then he caught sight of Clawhauser. "Who's this?" His rough, deep, voice made the cheetah's legs quiver.

"Well, go on, kitty-cat. Tell 'im what'cha told me." The elephant with his arm around Clawhauser pushed the feline forward. "Says he's got a message for ya, bossman."

"Y-yes. Uh, Mr. Trunkston." Clawhauser looked up into the foreman's eyes, and then immediately dropped his gaze. He shifted from foot to foot and pressed his thighs together in a vain attempt to hide his nudity. "I'm, uh... h-here about the... hardwood... shipment."

A bubble of silence around them. A rumbling chuckle. A soft trunk snaking out to press against the feline's cheek, grip his chin, and move his head from side to side as Mr. Trunkston's suddenly-hungry eyes examined him. "Heh, Bogo's got good taste. Well, it's about time fer us to break for the day, so why don't we get'cha set up, kitty-cat?"

He couldn't do this.

"Uh, before that... c-can I, uh... make a call?" Clawhauser's voice was thin and reedy, and he could hear the laughter from the watching group of pachyderms at how nervous he was.

The foreman gave the feline an indulgent smile. "Sure." The trunk on Clawhauser's chin pulled away, and then stretched down into the pocket of the larger mammal's jeans to pull out a phone. "Make it quick, though. We been lookin' forward to... deliverin' this shipment... all day."

"Y-yes, sir." Another bout of guffawing laughter made Clawhauser's cheeks and ears burn all the hotter as he took the proffered phone. "Can I, uh...?" When Mr. Trunkston waved the cheetah away with an impatient grunt, Clawhauser padded off a few feet away and turned his back to the watching group of workers. His shaking fingers dialed the number they had so many times before, and the feline gulped as he heard the line connect and ring. Once. Twice. Three ti-

"Hello?"

Clawhauser's held breath gusted out of him at the sound of Bogo's voice. "Come pick me up, I can't do this."

A grunt and an impatient sigh from the other end of the line answered him. "Clawhauser, we talked about this."

"I know, but it's..." The portly feline shrunk into himself as much as he could with his bulk.

"It's exactly the same as when we fuck." It was obvious that Bogo was trying to force patience into his voice. "You always love me being rough with you. Bending you over to rut that slutty hole of yours..." And there, the hoarse undertone of arousal that always made Clawhauser's heart flutter. "You need it, and these guys have it. So let them give it to you, kitty."

"It's different when it's you..."

A deep sigh. "...Whose phone are you calling from?"

Clawhauser blinked. "Uh... Mr. Trunkston's, but what does that-?"

"Perfect." The call ended, and Clawhauser stared at the phone in his hand for a long moment. The sudden 'ding' of an incoming text made the feline yelp, and glanced over to make sure the foreman and his workers hadn't heard; they elephants had gathered around and were watching him, giving their crotches or sweaty chests a squeeze with their trunks. Clawhauser gulped and dropped his gaze back to Mr. Trunkston's phone, opening up the new text from 'Chief' with a trembling claw.

Pic after pic of Bogo greeted him, the cape buffalo's cock hard and dripping as it was worshipped by a black-furred wolf. The canine's jaws were held open wide, letting the thick shaft of Bogo's cock rest on his tongue. A shot of Bogo's crotch pressed to the wolf's maw followed, the pred's throat bulging around the cape buffalo's girthy length. Then, a final text, just a few words: 'this is what good toys get, kitty. be a good toy'.

Clawhauser gulped, and his short erection pulsed between his thighs. That's right, he was a good toy, wasn't he? He did everything Bogo wanted--no matter how kinky--and always felt good when he made the cape buffalo blow a load. He'd thought about other guys plenty, Bogo had talked about whoring him out in the heat of passion as they had sex together often enough, and now he finally had the chance to really let his slutty side out. He bit his lip, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

He could fucking do this.

Mr. Trunkston's smirk widened as the feline approached him one more, the elephant's trunk slowly playing with the obvious tent in his jeans. "Got everythin' squared away, kitty-cat?"

"Yes sir, thank you." Clawhauser handed the phone back over to the pachyderm, and then finally met the larger mammal's eyes. "S-so... about that hardwood shipment?"

Mr. Trunkston grinned. He stepped forward, looming over the feline, and set his trunk on the crown of Clawhauser's head. The cheetah's eyes slipped closed as the dexterous limb rubbed behind his ears, and he heard a murmur of laughter as a purr slipped out from his slack lips. And then the trunk pushed down, and Clawhauser allowed himself to be guided onto his knees in front of the foreman. "It's right here for ya, kitty." The rough fabric of the pachyderm's jean-clad tent scraped over Clawhauser's nose, and the feline could feel the pulse of the trapped flesh beneath.

"Mm. Thank you, sir." Clawuhauser nuzzled into the elephant's crotch, breathing in the scent of the larger mammal; sweat both fresh and stale from a long day of working in the sun, earthy-sweet prey musk, and the rank scent of pent-up masculine arousal. It smelled just like Bogo's crotch, and the feline clung to that thought as he popped the foreman's fly open and pushed his nose in deeper to appreciate the aroma. Stained briefs greeted the cheetah as he worked the foreman's jeans down his wide hips, and the feline pressed his snout against every single mark while tracing around the outline of the pachyderm's sheath.

"Heh, he's really gettin' into it."

"Yeah, look at him huffin' that dick."

The feline's ears flicked at the murmuring and muttering around him, and he felt his cheeks burn once more as the nuzzled the plump, throbbing package hidden away by the foreman's briefs. He should've felt ashamed, but the words sent a thrill down his spine which shot straight into his own crotch. He was hard and throbbing, and having all these males watch as he indulged himself was only getting him more aroused.

As he pulled the foreman's underwear down to hook it under the full, leathery sack of the elephant's balls, Bogo's own words from earlier echoed through his brain. 'Bend over and stick that ass out.' 'Lift your tail up.'

'Who's my slutty kitty?'

"I'm a slutty kitty." Clawhauser breathed the words out, hoarse and quiet, and then filled his lungs with rich, just-this-side-of-rank elephant musk. He pushed forward into the foreman's crotch, his tongue poking out to flick over the larger male's sweat-soaked balls and around the pungent opening of his plump sheath. Up and down the emerging length as it pulsed to life under his touch. Under the ridge of the cockhead, and then over the already-dribbling piss slit. As the feline lapped over the foreman's hardening cock, he arched his back--as much as he could, anyway--stuck his round, cushy ass out, and hiked his tail up high to show himself off for the group of watching pachyderms.

"Hell yeah you are." The foreman grunted out, his trunk reaching down to wrap around the base of his cock. He smacked the long, thick shaft against the feline's plump cheeks, first one side and then the other. "Open wide, kitty-cat." When Clawhauser did, letting his jaw go slack, the elephant pressed the tip of his cock to the cheetah's tongue and slowly fed it into the pred's open maw.

Spicy. Earthy. That sweetness that all prey-mammals had; the sweetness Clawhauser loved even more than sugar. It tasted just like Bogo's malehood, throbbing in his mouth and pushing down his throat so easily. Clawhauser moaned and purred as his nose pressed into the fleshy pubic mound under the elephant's gut, his eyes fluttering closed. 'Lay back and let them have their fun, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it, too'; why had he doubted those words when he, Bogo, and now this group of elephants knew exactly what he wanted. Exactly what he was.

A rough smack on his ass made the soft cheeks jiggle and broke through the haze the cheetah's mind had sunken into. "Fuck, you got a nice ass, kitty-cat." He recognized that voice; the elephant that had greeted him outside. A limber, dexterous touch brushed over his ass--the pachyderm's trunk--and into his cleft, and Clawhauser pushed back as it groped and pushed its way between his cheeks. He could feel every poke and prod, and heard the lungfuls of air the larger mammal was taking in as he sniffed around. Up and down the feline's crack. Over his taint and balls. Finally finding the cheetah's clenching, winking hole. "Mmm... don't smell half as slutty as ol' Lionheart."

"Yeah?" Another touch--another trunk--caressed and squeezed the feline's asscheek as another elephant began groping him as well. "Think he's tighter?"

"'Course he is." Again, the first one's trunk prodded his hole. "Probably doesn't take every damn dick that walks by like the mayor."

"Hey, at least it landed us a good batch a' jobs."

A guffawed bout of laughter. "True that!"

The words the pack of pachyderms was speaking washed over Clawhauser as more and more began to grope him. Squeezing his asscheeks and tugging on his tail. Spanking him. Caressing his sides and low-hanging belly. A few even ventured between his legs, working over his balls and the twitching flesh of his own erection; Clawhauser purred at that, shifting his thighs to spread them apart further and pushing his rear end back against the larger males' touches. It felt good; he felt good. This felt right to him, being groped and prodded and used. He was a slutty kitty. He was a good toy.

The cheetah whimpered when the cock in his mouth was roughly pulled out, making him cough and gag. He looked up, watching the foreman clench his eyes shut and grasp his erection with his trunk. The larger male huffed and grunted, pumping his length, and then threw his head back and bellowed as he came all over the feline's face. Clawhauser sputtered, quickly closing his eyes as well as shot after shot of hot stickiness splattered across his cheeks and snout. Then one of the trunks playing with his ass pushed into him, the wriggling limb stretching his hole open and plunging into his depths, and the cheetah opened his mouth in a scream of pleasure that was quickly drowned in prey cum.

"Fuck yeah... good boy. You like that?" He felt something warm, thick, and throbbing brushing over his cheeks to smear the semen on his face into his fur. "Like bein' coated in spunk, kitty-cat?" Clawhauser's eyes fluttered open to meet the foreman's grinning gaze.

The cheetah moaned. Winced and panted as the trunk in his hole continued prodding and tugging at his inner walls. Opened his mouth, and took the foreman's softening length into it to suckle it clean. When he was done, he pressed a kiss to the thick tip. "Yes sir. I love it."

"Good." The larger mammal's trunk caressed the crown of his head again, and Clawhauser purred. "'Cause the rest of my crew are just as backed up as me. You gonna be a good toy for them, too?"

Clawhauser's cock throbbed between his thighs. "Yes sir."

Another almost-tender pat on the head. Another smack of the foreman's cock--soft, but not completely flaccid yet--on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Another smirk from the larger mammal. "Roll over n' tell us what'cha are, then, kitty-cat."

Clawhauser fell onto his side on the ground with a grunt. He rolled onto his back, looking up at the group of elephants that surrounded him; they had all either fished their cocks out of their jeans or discarded their pants entirely, and were stroking their fat, leaking, sweaty malehoods; stroking off to him. He groaned, long and low, while lifting and spreading his legs as best he could. "I'm a slutty kitty, sirs. I'm a good toy..." His ears pulled back and his cheeks burned, but at the same time his heart fluttered and his erection throbbed. "Please... use me."

The foreman nodded, and the group descended onto Clawhauser. Pressed against him. Groped him with their trunks as their cocks ground on his body; his chest and hips and cheeks. One musky length slipped into his open mouth, and the cheetah purred as he suckled on it. Another of the larger mammals pushed between the feline's spread legs to grind the wet head of his erection on Clawhauser's pucker. With a grunt and a push, the thick length popped past the feline's ring to sink into the shorter male's depths; he didn't even give Clawhauser the benefit of lube, just using his slick precum to wet his way into the feline.

It was fine. He'd taken Bogo's cock plenty of times without lube; bent over and hiked his tail up as the cape buffalo pumped into him to the hilt. He could do this.

Again and again, he felt the rough, slamming thrusts from both ends. Girthy erections pounding into him, using his throat and back passage as the elephants' personal onaholes. He could only lay back, his own erection grinding between his soft gut and that of the larger male fucking his ass, and enjoy it; and as the one using his throat blew another load down his gullet, and was replaced by yet another fat, hefty, sweaty cock, he realized that he did indeed enjoy it. Every thrust into him made him moan and whimper and purr. Every touch on his oversensitive body--every tweak of his plump nipples or smack on his soft gut or rump--sent a shivering thrill down his spine; a thrill that mingled with the hot pressure throbbing in his crotch and winding into a tight knot of pleasure. The feline didn't even realize he'd cum all over himself until a trunk dragged through the mess on his belly and then forced its way into his mouth. He suckled on the wriggling limb, feeling it push down his throat while he cleaned his semen--his worthless prey seed--off of it, and then gasped and groaned when it was yanked out to be replaced by another elephant's cock.

Over and over the elephants used him, blowing their loads in his mouth, in his ass, over his chest and on his face. They used their cocks and trunks on him in turn, until the feline couldn't tell which was which; whether it was a thick erection pushing into his throat, gagging and choking him, or is it was a strong, limber trunk plunging into his back passage to suck up the last pachyderm's cum and prepare him for the next batch to be pumped into his guts. And as his mind swam in a haze of earthy-sweet musk, he realized it didn't matter. Clawhauser was their toy, and they were free to do anything they pleased with him.

He found himself cradled in a pair of massive, bulky arms and settled against a firm, gargantuan chest. The foreman smirked down at him, his trunk tugging on the feline's collar and his forelimbs supporting the cheetah's plump ass. Clawhauser felt the larger mammal's length--the first cock he'd played with that wasn't Bogo's--sink into his sloppy hole, and the cheetah purred. "That's it, kitty-cat. Good boy..." The words made Clawhauser's insides clench, trying to milk the girthy, pulsing malehood pushing into him as he buried his face in Mr. Trunkston's chest. "Good toy."

"Room for one more?" He felt another elephant press against his back, another cock grind against his hind end, and recognized the voice once more; the first elephant that had greeted him. The other pachyderm's own cock ground between Clawhauser's asshcheeks and against the already-straining rim of his pucker.

"Sure." He could hear the smirk in the foreman's voice as Mr. Trunkston pulled out. Lined his cock up with the other male's. Pressed their leaking cocktips to the feline's hole together. "Get ready, kitty."

Clawhauser yowled as they sank into him together, his insides squeezing the two erections against each other. Good. It felt good. It felt amazing. "Please, sirs..." His voice was hoarse from all the cock that had been shoved into his throat, but still he begged. "More..."

"Hah! You really are a slut, aren't'cha kitty-cat." The elephant behind him smacked the feline's ass, and then called out. "Hey Jimmy, get over here! Let's really see what this slut can do!"

Another elephant pressing his body against Clawhauser's, surrounding him in a wall of beefy, sweaty, pent-up male. Another trunk caressing his face and slipping into his mouth. Another low moan groan from the feline as he was filled from both ends once more; by the two males pumping into him in turn, and now this third wriggling, writhing limb being forced down into his throat. Clawhauser moaned and screamed, nearly blacking out as he was stretched and teased and fucked nearly beyond his limit; and again when he felt the duo within him cum into his depths almost at the same time.

The sky was completely dark by the time the elephants were done with him. Clawhauser was left in a panting, sweaty, cum-soaked heap, suckling on Mr. Trunkston's spent length while the other workers were dismissed. The cheetah's mind swam, unable to keep track of the time that passed; all that mattered was the cock in his mouth and the rich musk filling his lungs.

A hand on his back, stroking and petting and moving up to scratch his ears. A pair of voices, familiar and soothing. Clawhauser came back to himself, craning his neck even as he kept his face buried in the foreman's crotch, and met Bogo's smiling eyes. "Hey there, kitty. You have fun?"

"Mmhmmm..." The feline couldn't even speak, he was so worn.

"Show me."

Almost instinctively, Clawhauser knew what the cape buffalo wanted. He reached back, groaning at the soreness that had settled into his limbs, and spread his ass open to bare his gaping, leaking, destroyed hole to Bogo's gaze.

"Excellent." Bogo nodded, and then looked to Mr. Trunkston. "And how was he?"

"Fuckin' nice." Clawhauser heard, but couldn't see, the grin in the elephant's voice. "He'll make a really good Toy. You gonna bring him back here after he's marked."

"That was the deal, wasn't it?" Clawhauser felt himself being pulled to his feet, and whined in reluctance as he was pulled away from the elephant's cock. "Come on, kitty, I've got a surprise for you for being so good." The feline's swimming mind finally began to clear as he felt himself being cleaned up, led out of the construction site, and settled into the passenger seat of Bogo's car. He gulped and trembled--he could still taste the cum in his mouth--and finally looked to Bogo as the cape buffalo got in and revved the engine.

"Chief... what was... I..."

"Shhh, kitty." The other male's voice, so firm and deep and rumbling, soothed the feline. "It was just a little test, and you passed with flying colors." The smile that Bogo shot him made Clawhauser's heart flutter, and his own exhausted package pulse. "There's a new position opening up, and I needed to make sure you're ready to perform the tasks it entails."

"Anything, sir." Clawhauser panted softly with need. "I'll do anything."

---

The car ride ended at a tattoo parlor in Downtown Zootopia, where a ram greeted them. The marking that Clawhauser received under his tail there stung, but giving the ram tattoo artist a long, slow blowjob afterwards was a welcome distraction. And then Clawhauser was taken home, and told by Bogo to report to his office the next morning to receive the orders for his new position in the ZPD.

Clawhauser was put on dispatch, where he manned the phones and the officers' communications. It was a slow job at times; all he needed to do was sit at his desk and wait for calls to come in. Of course, this gave him plenty of time for his other--his true--occupation; whenever he was called into the chief's office, or directed towards the locker rooms, or called by any one of his fellow officers, he was to present himself openly and eagerly. Bend over and spread his ass, or get down on his knees to swallow down a load from his brothers in blue. Clawhauser performed his new job with a smile on his face, quickly growing accustomed to his new position as the ZPD's Toy.

He knocked on the door to Chief Bogo's office one bright and sunny day a few months after the chief's test, tail waving behind him as he bounced from foot to foot. When he was directed to enter, he did so with a beaming smile; and he locked the door once it clicked shut behind him.

"Clawhauser, there you are." The cape buffalo nodded as he stood, and gestured to the hippo sitting in the chair before the his desk. "This is Officer Higgins. I'm sure you already know each other."

"Very well, Chief." The hippo grinned, and Clawhauser could see the way the prey-mammal's tongue darted over his lips as he looked the feline up and down. The larger male's hand stroked over his pendulous stomach, and the cheetah's eyes followed as it moved down to grasp and squeeze the heavy bulge between Higgins' thighs.

Clawhauser blushed, feeling the pulse in his own crotch, and nodded.

"Officer Higgins has just been elected Chairman for the Board of Officers. As such, he is now in charge of the upkeep and instruction of the office Toys." A smirk that matched the hippo's expression spread across the cape buffalo's face, and Bogo reached down to pop the button of his fly; Clawhauser knew exactly what that meant, and his legs trembled in anticipation of sinking to his knees in front of the two prey mammals. "Come here and let him put you to the test, kitty."

Clawhauser purred, kneeling down and crawling forward between the hippo's thighs. He pushed his face into the prey-mammal's bulge, nuzzling Officer Higgins' crotch while reaching up to undo the other male's own fly. Sweat. Sweet, earthy prey musk. The rank scent of pent-up masculine arousal. The feline eagerly began to fish Higgins' cock out so he could get to work. "Yes, sir."

"Good Toy..." Clawhauser's heart fluttered at the arousal in Bogo's voice. "Who's my slutty kitty."

The cheetah smiled as he watched Higgins' freed erection pulse and throb right in his face. "I am."