FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Voices, loud and melding into a tumult of meaningless noise, echoed throughout the reception of Zootopia PD. Crime never took a vacation, and neither did the boys (and girls) in blue; the hazy, celebratory jubilation of New Years was just a fading, weeks-old memory now as the officers worked diligently to keep the city streets clean and safe. The phone at the reception desk occasionally added its shrill shriek to the din, quickly cut off as some poor soul laid out their woes to the pred who answered their call. A steady stream of troublemakers--drunkards who'd needed a night in a holding cell to sober up, rowdy preds and prey who'd taken things a little too far, and suspects for every crime petty and not-so-petty--filtered through the station, protesting all the way that they hadn't done anything wrong. And all around, the uniformed police officers performed their duties; their purpose.

It was into this cacophonous pandemonium that Nick Wilde descended. A wide, playful grin stretched the fox's cheeks as he shot the occasional finger-guns at one of his brothers in blue. He nodded to Delgato, sharing a few warm words with the lion as he paused to rub the other pred's taut, firm belly for good luck. He waved and his smile softened as he passed Kodiak, the soft-spoken grizzly at the reception desk who'd taken over after Clawhauser's promotion. He exchanged banter with good old Bob Trumpet, punching at the prey-mammal's gut as the elephant's hand and wandering trunk ruffled between the pred's flicking ears.

He paused, turning and keeping the smile on his face, when a voice called out to him. "Nick! Hey there!"

A bunny--female, and Nick almost turned away as he immediately lost interest; but something about her tickled the back of his mind--was smiling and waving as she bounded over to him. The fox looked the prey-mammal over. Grey fur. Violet eyes. A warm, familiar spark in her smile. His brain twinged as the silent moment stretched out while he tried to place her. Rabbits. What rabbits did he know? There was the new Mayor's assistant, and one of the new recruits he'd kept his eyes on around the station, and Pa--Stu Hopps, back in Bunnyburrow--and his kids; and there it was.

Nick smiled and clapped the bunny on the shoulder. "Heya, Carrots! Sorry, ran out the door without my coffee this morning."

"It's cool. I bet they're running you ragged, eh Mr. Chief's Assistant?" A soft giggle accompanied a light, playful punch on Nick's shoulder. Judy smiled, and Nick plastered his own best cool, suave grin onto his face. Chief's Assistant. The newest role he'd been casted to play in the ZPD; the mask that had to stay firmly in place around those not in the know, like his former partner.

"Oh, like you wouldn't believe." It wasn't exactly a lie--his new position had him running all over the station to 'assist' the prey Masters--and Nick joined Judy in a few peals of light, companionable laughter as he silently blessed the dumb little bunny for her innocence. "Hardly get a few minutes to myself anymore."

"Mm. So! You wanna go get some drinks or something and catch up after work?" Judy bounced from foot to foot, looking at Nick with those big eyes of hers.

"Hmm... I'll have to see what my schedule's like, but I'll probably be working late tonight." He'd been 'working late' every night since his 'promotion'.

"Oh." The bunny's smile grew just the slightest bit stiff, as if she'd been anticipating a different answer, but she quickly pressed on. "Well then! I was thinking of heading home over the weekend, and wanted to see if you felt like tagging along. Mom and Dad have been asking about you, and it'd be great to bring you by to see the family again."

Stu Hopps. Pa. The smaller, but still dominant male stripping out of his overalls with that confident smirk of his. Stroking his musky erection and batting it on Nick's nose. Letting the fox Toy smell and taste and worship him, his brothers, and his legal nephews and sons. The fox caught in the middle of an orgy of rutting, horny bucks. Maybe he could even introduce the Hopps patriarch to Sire; Stu certainly had what it took to be a real Master, and the ringleader of Nick's new world was always on the lookout for more pets to play with. "Sure!" The word was out of his mouth before the pred could jerk himself out of the fog of lustful fantasies that had overtaken him. Nick nodded, and made very sure not to let Judy see how tight his pants suddenly were. "Text me later with the deets, okay?"

"Will do! See you around, Nick!" And with that, her smile restored to its joyful openness, Judy was bounding off once more.

"Yeah... see ya." Nick gulped softly, thoughts of his former partner already fading as he was left in the middle of the crowd. Already the haze was returning as he looked around at all the mingling, milling males. He felt horny. He felt needy. He felt slutty.

Like a man on a mission, Nick made his way toward the locker rooms while trying desperately to keep the mask of a good, upstanding officer of the ZPD in place. Soon, it wouldn't matter. Soon, he could let everything sink into the musky mire of a good, hard rutting. Soon, he could allow the true him--Nick Wilde, Toy and whore and cumdump for anything and everything with a fat, throbbing cock--run free.

He finally passed through the door into his real world; his place, where all the worthless worries and cares that distracted him from his purpose could be forgotten. Already the heady funk of male musk and arousal hung in the air, thick and spicy as it filled his lungs. Already the sounds of sex--grunting and groaning and panting in rhythm to the low beat of slapping fur and flesh--echoed off the walls and tile floors and metal lockers running in long rows through the humid locker room. Already the atmosphere--the demeanor of the males who'd gathered to strip out of their civvies, shower, and put on their uniforms--had shifted; from the businesslike camaraderie of ZPD officers to the playful, open, lustful bond between eager pred Toys and their burly, sexy, domineering prey Masters.

Nick could see Rhinowitz and Snarloff going at it enthusiastically, the polar bear bent over one of the long benches and lifting his hips up against every one of the rhino's powerful, slamming thrusts. Across from them on another bench sat two recruits; well, really just one, but details. A lithe, muscular, blushing buck--the buck he'd been thinking about since he'd been stopped by what's-her-name--sat in the lap of a large white wolf; the wolf's fat, angry-red cock was pushing up between the bunny's thighs, grinding against the smaller male's own erection as he nipped at and caressed and teased all over the prey-male's body. Nick smiled, quickly stripped out of his clothes to free his own dribbling, pulsing erection, and moved over to join in on the fun. "Heya, boys. Started the party without me, hm?"

"Hey, Wilde,"--it was 'Wilde', not 'foxyboy' or 'Toy' or 'bitch' when it wasn't just them Toys and Masters; had to keep up appearances around those not yet in the know, after all--"we were waiting on you." Rhinowitz grinned as his arm wrapped around Nick's shoulders to pull the smaller male against his side. Nick moaned in turn, eager to grind his cock against the larger male's thigh as Rhinowitz ruffled his ears and pulled him into a deep kiss. Something long, thick, and wriggling--the rhino's tongue--pushed past Nick's open lips to dance in the fox's cum-and-musk-flavored maw; then something else long, thick, and wriggling slowly squirmed out from the larger male's mouth, pushed into Nick's throat, and slid down to join the ever-present roiling in the pred's full belly. The kiss broke with a wink, and Rhinowitz picked up his pace once more. "Had to start with Snarly here, I've been needing to bust a nut so bad."

"I can see that." Nick's paw traced up and down Snarloff's spine--brushing through the polar bear's thick fur--and he chuckled at the low, near-constant groan flowing from his fellow pred's slack jaws. "He still tight?"

"Tighter than you." A slap on Nick's rump made the fox--and his shaft--jump in the larger male's embrace, and Rhinowitz let out a rumble of laughter.

"Yeah, yeah." Nick buried his snout in Rhinowitz's armpit, breathing in the rich scent of the other male's musk and sweat, and then attacked the prey's vulnerable nipple with his lips and tongue. "You weren't saying that night before last." Lapping. Nibbling. Suckling. Nick drew a low, needy groan from deep in the prey-male's chest, and then gave him a suggestive grin. "Have fun destroying his cunny."

"Oh, you know I am." Hands grasping Snarloff's hips, squeezing them with a crushing grip. Hips slamming mercilessly into the polar bear's hiked-up rump. Cock throbbing as it pounded into the ursine's clenching, clamping, spit-and-cum-damp pucker. Rhinowitz let out another grunt and moan as he fucked Snarloff hard and fast. "And you have fun cleaning him up after I'm done with him."

"Will do." Nick licked his chops, already anticipating the mingled taste of the prey-male's massive load and the polar bear's musky hole. Then he reluctantly moved out of the rhino's embrace to trace his paw up Snarloff's nape and settle it between the polar bear's own reddened ears. The fox kneeled next to the ursine's face, grinning as he looked into his fellow pred's blank, bliss-filled eyes. "You gonna let me at that cunny of yours, big guy? Maybe sit on my face and let me suck the cum right out of it?"

No answer; Snarloff just continued grunting and panting in time with Rhinowitz's thrusting. His eyes lazily drifted around the room, unseeing as they passed over Nick and then away again. The bunny recruit--bless his innocence--seemed concerned about his fellow officer's lack of response, but thankfully the wolf holding the smaller male in his lap began nibbling on the rabbit's ear and made the prey-mammal croon with distracted bliss. Meanwhile, with a gentle tug, Nick pulled Snarloff forward to press that broad, wet nose of his against the hot, musky flesh of the fox's erection. A moan. A sniff. A push forward to wrap those slack lips around the leaking cocktip and suckle down his fellow pred's flowing precum. The polar bear finally reacted, trying to get his face deep in the other male's crotch even as he rocked his hips back against Rhinowitz's sheath and low-hanging, heavily-swinging balls.

"Yeah, that's right. Good little bitch loves cock all over him, don't you?" Nick smirked, even as his own eyes wandered Snarloff's massive, sweat-soaked body. He wasn't sure what had been done to the bear--what had happened to shove the polar bear's every thought down into the mire of lust until they had been all but lost--but neither he nor the other boys in blue exactly minded how single-mindedly-slutty--pliable, doing any and every little thing he was told--he'd become. Around the station, in the locker room, even out on patrol, Snarloff was more likely to be sucking off or bending over for his partners--or perps, or witnesses, or anyone else he was ordered to--than doing any actual work. "Snarly..." Nick pulled the polar bear's head back up with another gentle tug and a tender murmur, locked their jaws together, and sucked the other male's lolling tongue into his maw in a passionate--though one-sided--kiss. And as he did so, he reached down to grasp and stroke the polar bear's own massive, twitching, bouncing cock.

He froze. His pawpad felt over the drooling cockhead. He pulled back and glanced down at the erection in his paws, seeing the thick, off-white worm trying to push out of the moaning male's piss slit.

Nick glanced to the bunny recruit, making sure that the new guy hadn't seen something he shouldn't have; thankfully, the buck's eyes were still screwed shut in pleasure as the wolf teased the pert nipples poking from his chest fur. Then the fox crawled under Snarloff with a sigh--some of his fellow Toys needed more upkeep than others, and it always seemed to fall to Nick nowadays to keep the other preds in line--to take the ursine's leaking length into his mouth. He suckled, moaning and humming and swirling his tongue around the musky shaft; the worm Snarloff had almost let out was eager to slither free from the bear's malehood and into the other male's tight, warm, working gullet. The fox swallowed, and then once more reluctantly pulled away from one of his fellow officers--he could probably spend all day drinking down the contents of Snarloff's balls and keeping his snout buried in the rich-smelling pubic fur crowning the polar-bear's plump sheath while Rhinowitz milked the slut's prostate, but Nick actually had work to do--while patting Snarloff's hip.

"Mmf, good boy, Snarly."

Still no answer; Snarloff just closed his sightless eyes as he mindlessly enjoying being a good little cumdump.

Nick chuckled and gave the polar bear one last pat between the ears, and then turned his attention back to the bunny and wolf nearby. He stood, naked and erect and completely shameless, and sauntered over to the two males to settle down on his knees between their splayed legs. His paws stroked through the patchwork fur on his fellow pred's thighs--here soft white, there fading to darker grey--while giving the prey-mammal a friendly smile. "Hey, kid. How's Grizzolf treating you?"

Grizzolf. That was what they called the wolf who'd 'come to fill the vacancy' left by Wolfard and Grizzoli; the former officer's 'cousin', or so the cover story went. The two canines had always been close, partnering up with each other both on their beats and in the sheets; a day never went by without seeing Wolfard on his knees in front of Grizzoli, or Grizzoli shoving his snout under Wolfard's eagerly-lifted tail, or the two of them fucking right there on the shower floor while their follow officers--their Masters--jerked off to the show. Now--again, Nick wasn't quite sure what had been done to them, but neither he nor they were exactly complaining--they were closer than ever before; closer than should have been possible. The two males looked out at Nick from behind Grizzolf's bright, mismatched eyes--Wolfard's hazel on the left, and Grizzoli's deep, icy blue on the right--both of them happy and horny. He--they--smiled, gave the fox a flirtatious wink, and slowly slid their paw down to palm their new bunny friend's erection.

"Mm... really well, sir." The bunny--a younger recruit by the name of Buckton, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and fresh out of the Academy--groaned and whimpered as he ground his rump down on Grizzolf's crotch and rocking, humping, slightly-too-wide hips. "He's been, uh... i-introducing me to... how things are around here."

"Good. And I'm glad you're taking to things so well." Staring right into the buck's eyes, Nick ground his snout against the wolf's pulsing cock. Ran his nose along its length while taking deep, audible sniffs of that oddly-blended musk that was both Grizzoli's and Wolfard's at once. Flicked his tongue over the tip barely-noticeably-forked tip, and let a gush of slick precum flow over his snout from the wolf's twin piss slits. With a flirtatious wink of his own, Nick really began to put on a show of bobbing and sucking on Grizzolf's girthy shaft for the bunny while fondling and squeezing and tugging on the full--too full, four balls instead of two hanging down between the wolf's thighs--ballsack below. "Mf... and it's not Sir, kiddo. Not when we're in here."

He had Buckton's attention; the buck was staring, wide-eyed and blushing, as he watched Nick take his fellow pred's cock to the hilt again and again. The prey-male's own shaft twitched at the touch of Grizzolf's paw playing over it, slowly working and pumping and pleasuring the recruit. "Uh... Wilde, then?"

Nick gave the other male his widest, most charming smile around Grizzolf's erection, and then reached out to take Buckton's paw and set it on the crown of his head; right where it belonged. For a moment, the fox just let the rabbit feel his head moving back and forth. Up and down. Pushing deep into Grizzolf's crotch, and then pulling back up to the leaking tip of the wolf's malehood. "I prefer Toy, especially when I'm sucking cock. Or bitch, or slut, or cumdump..." Nick chuckled. "Whatever you wanna call me."

"A-alright..." Buckton looked like he was reeling, but the steady stream of precum flowing down his throbbing shaft made it clear the buck was interested. He stroked through the fur between Nick's flicking ears and let out a moan of need. "You... wanna suck mine then? ...Toy?"

"Gladly." Nick grinned; Buckton still had a long way to go, but he'd make a fine Master someday. As he pushed forward, rubbing his snout all over the bunny's shaft and sheath and coinpurse while Grizzolf teased the buck's chest and stomach, he breathed in to appreciate the other mammal's sweet prey musk; the earthy scent that never failed to get a true Toy's hole primed for a good fucking. Buckton didn't have much to work with, but Nick new full well that didn't matter; a cock was a cock, and the one he was suckling on now tasted just as good as every other male's. The fox let his eyes slip closed, enjoying the thrusting and bucking and the fisting of the bunny's paws in his fur; what he wouldn't give to move up into a kiss with the prey-mammal, let the roiling in his stomach surge forward to fill Buckton to the brim, and get the rabbit infected by--blessed with--Sire's gift.

But no, not yet. Buckton still wasn't in the know; however, Nick shivered with giddy anticipation at finally changing that. He would be the one to bring the bunny into the fold. Give him the role he--all prey-males--were made for. Awaken yet another sexy male to their purpose.

---

Wriggling. Writhing. Squirming. Delving deep into his throat again and again, no matter how he choked and struggled; not that he wanted it to stop. Warmth swept through him, gathering in his chest and belly and groin; roiling within him with the life that had been pumped into his bowls--his cunny, Sire had said--over and over and over.

Finnick was in a state of rapture.

The beast that had been rutting him for weeks, staining every inch of him inside and out with its scent, purred as he rested heavily against its side. The creature's--his mate's--tongue, slick and dribbling with its male-stink-scented venom, worked against his own as the fennec stroked his full gut. He could feel the worms that swam in his mate's cum within him, working their magic and spreading that sweet fire through his veins. Pulsing. Pumping. Sparking in his ever-hard erection. He patted his mate's flank--reached over beneath its lifted tail to tease the dank, clenching pucker he'd grown so familiar with--and received a nuzzle in return as the two laid in sated bliss.

"Finnick?"

Finnick grunted as his paw trailed to those massive, heavy, worm-filled balls hanging between his mate's powerful thighs. His fingers teased the iron ring closed around it--the shackle attached the slack chain hooked in turn to his collar, keeping him in his place--and caressed the sweaty, leathery flesh of the sack. Another growl of arousal accompanied a gush of precum and parasites from the massive length lying across the fennec's lap, and the smaller male answered his mate's pleasure with a low groan of his own. Far away, in the back of his musk-fogged mind, he felt like there was something he should be doing; but if it took him away from his big, sexy creature's side, it couldn't be all that important, right?

"Hey, Finnick..."

The fennec blinked as he felt something batting against his cheek. He heard a low growl from his mate, and then whimpered as the feeling of the creature's tongue in his maw was taken from him. His scattered thoughts drifted through the haze, and Finnick coughed and grunted and looked to the other fox standing over him and the monster he was bound to. "Nick...?"

Nick grinned, dropping down into a squat in front of the smaller fox; the fennec's eyes immediately locked onto the bouncing, throbbing, dribbling erection between his former--current--partner's thighs, and he felt his own fairly-impressive cock twitch underneath the beast's shaft. "How's things down here?"

"They're good." Finnick shook his head to clear the murk that had engulfed his brain. He looked around the momentarily-unfamiliar surroundings--a stone-brick-walled room, lit by a few fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling and only holding himself, the creature that he'd cozied up to, and a few crates of supplies. That was right; he was in the ZPD station. In a storage room past the male holding cells. "What, my break over or somethin'?"

"Nah, nah, just wanted to drop in and say hey. Check in on how you were settling into your position."

His position. Finnick snorted, even as his ears and cheeks burned. After that whole thing at New Years, he and Nick had started talking. Reconnecting. Getting intimate like the larger fox had admitted he'd always wanted to, and the fennec had found himself more and more interested in; fucking each others' brains out in between slutting it up with other guys. Not that Finnick would ever admit it, but bending over and letting Nick rut him, or sucking his fellow pred's cock, or blowing a fat load of cum deep into his old friend's tailhole was a lot more than just the gay-for-pay shit whatever this was had started out as; especially when the fox gave him that Casanova smirk and wink of his, and leaned in to let their snouts--their lips--brush together.

Like he was doing now.

"Nick..." Finnick didn't whimper. He didn't. The sound in his throat as Nick's tongue met his own while their jaws locked most definitely wasn't even close to a whimper; especially not when something wriggled and writhed and squirmed from deep in Nick's throat to push into his maw. The fennec felt the other fox's paws on his sides and hips, holding him in place as the fat, thick worm--a gift from their Sire that had stewed within his fellow pred, and was ready to be shared around between the Toys and their Masters--_stretched his throat with its girth. He gagged. He gulped. He finally swallowed it down, and then leaned into the kiss while reaching out to grasp and pump his old partner's malehood. Nick tasted like sex; gay sex. Cock and cum and rank, masculine musk. _And Finnick fucking loved it.

It was why, when Nick had asked him to join up with the ZPD, he'd accepted. It was why he went through all that shit in the Academy. It was why he was here now, taking a break from watching over the males in the holding cells to get his slutty ass--his heat-damp breeding hole--filled with a load of cum from his mate.

"Fuck..." Finnick panted as the kiss broke, moving away from the creature to cling to Nick. The smaller fox could feel the heavy fullness in his gut--the worm Nick had made him swallow--roiling as it bulged out his belly; and when Nick rubbed over the stretched expanse, tender and gentle, Finnick couldn't stop a low groan from pouring out of his slack jaws. His legs wrapped around the other fox's torso, and he moaned--not whined--when their hot, pulsing shafts finally rubbed together. "I'm so fuckin' horny, Nick."

"Yeah. Horny fuckin' slut, aren't you Finney?" That damnable smirk and wink.

"Shut up." Finnick definitely, most certainly, wasn't even close to pouting. "Fuckin' asshole."

"Love you too." Another kiss pressed to his flushed cheek made the fennec snarl, and another rock of Nick's throbbing length against his own made the fennec gush precum over his belly. "Mind if I borrow your mate?" He wasn't talking to Finnick; when the creature still lounging nearby huffed and lay its eyeless head down on its massive forepaws, Nick unhooked the chain from Finnick's collar and set the smaller fox on his hindpaws. "Come on, I've got an itch under my tail, and the only ones that can scratch it are in the holding cells."

"Yeah, yeah. At least let me get dressed first." Ignoring the musky, raunchy slime smeared in his fur, Finnick stretched and moved over to the crate where his officer's uniform had been tossed in a heap. Even as he pulled his shirt on, even as he tucked his cock into his pants, even as he straightened his tie to try to make himself look presentable, Finnick breathed in his mate's rich musk and let it cloud his slowing, swimming thoughts. This was good. This was right. This was his role; his place and his purpose. Finnick's eyes fluttered at the wrenching, squirming, writhing sensation in his belly, and one paw moved to his gut--bloated and full ever since New Year's--while the other fished in his pocket for the holding cell keys. He'd been surprised at how easily the higher-ups of the ZPD had put him in charge of the male wing--where more than a few familiar faces to the fennec were kept--but as long as he got to slut himself out to them all he wanted, he wouldn't ask too many questions. "Well?"

"Just a sec." Nick's paw on his shoulder. The other fox's lips--tongue--against his own. A long, rude slurp as the larger male lapped up the trail of worm-slime that had burbled out from Finnick's mouth. "Had a little something."

"Tell me instead of doing that, then." Even as he scowled at his friend, he openly reached down to adjust--rub and squeeze--the tent in his pants. Heat gathered in his cheeks and groin and under his tail, throbbing and pulsating and nearly sending him back to his knees in front of the other fox. "Come on. You got me craving some dick too, and I got a few guys in mind."

"Lead the way."

As they moved out of the room, Finnick could feel Nick's eyes on his ass; feel the stares from the rows of holding cells on both of them. His tail hiked up of its own accord, and his hips even began to sway a little. He still had to deal with that bastard of a sexy fox Nick Wilde, and his mate, and the rest of his 'brothers in blue', but all in all things were pretty good. Beat living in a shitty apartment and sucking dick for cash, at least. Now he could suck all the dick he wanted; feel it on and in and all over him as guy after guy drenched him in their cum. Fucked him. Bred him, as a slutty little cumdump like him was meant to be.

"Hey, Nick?"

"Yeah, Finn?"

Rich male-stink--sweat and cock and balls and ass and cum--filled his nose as he pressed in against Nick's side. He breathed it in and felt his cunny twitch with need. "This Toy gig ain't all that bad." He heard the murmuring and rumbles of laughter as he rocked back against the other fox's paw groping his ass, but he didn't care; when Nick slipped his paw down into his pants, wriggling a finger over his damp hole, Finnick whined like a good cock-guzzling whore.

A soft laugh. A rock of their hips against each other. A hot, lustful glance, and a flick of Nick's tongue across his lips. "I couldn't agree more."

---

"Yeah, that's it. Sniff my cock, you little bitch. You love that good dickstink, don't you?"

A soft groan of an answer. The other male stared up at the hippo with a blank, blissed-out expression.

"Yeah you do, it's the only thing you can think about now, huh? Getting a nice cock in your mouth and up under your tail..." Higgins grunted and winced. "Big, musky prey cock filling you up. It's the only thing that can get you off, isn't it?" He groaned, long and low. "You're a slut. A toy. A slave for your big-dicked prey masters." He sighed, reaching down to pet through the short fur between Delgato's flicking ears; the lion's mane lay in shaved-off clumps on the floor, and in Higgins' opinion he actually looked better--more like the good breeding bitch he was--without it. A knock on the door broke the hippo's concentration on what he was doing. "Yeah?"

"Officer Higgins? Just swinging by to drop off some reports, sir."

The hippo immediately relaxed as he recognized the voice. "Come on in, Wilde. Shut the door behind you."

The scene Nick walked in on was like something out of a sexual nightmare. Delgato kneeled on the plush carpet floor of Higgins' office, completely and shamelessly nude and erect. A tight collar was fastened securely around the lion's neck, attached to the leash gripped in Higgin's clenched fist, and beneath his fellow pred's hiked tail the fox caught sight of the handle of a thick-looking buttplug; Delgato's obscenely-stretched ring clamped and winked visibly around it in time with his huffing breaths. The larger prey-mammal looming over the subby feline was in a similar state of undress, his own erection pulsing and drooling against the side of Delgato's snout; the Toy nuzzled that fat cock with mindless affection, lapping along its length and girth as the pulsing flesh ground against his cheek.

And from the tip of Higgins' cock, stretching the piss slit wide open and sending spurts of pre--worm-slime, gooey and copious--splattering onto the kneeling pred's fur, a many-legged creature was slithering and wriggling and crawling into one of Delgato's flicking ears.

Nick chuckled, locking the door as he closed it behind him--Higgins was getting really bad about that nowadays, but at least it hadn't caused any problems yet--and moseyed over to press against the hippo's side. He crooned when Higgins wrapped an arm around his waist, and reached to stroke the firm, pudgy expanse of the prey-mammal's gut. The fox moaned, breathed in the mingling musk and raunch hanging in the air, and watched the show with eager, curious eyes. "So, what's goin' on in here?"

Another grunt, and a low groan as the insect-thing--what the worms incubating within all of them would eventually mature into, or so Sire had told Nick--finally scrambled all the way out of Higgins' cock. Nick's hand immediately moved to grasp the shaft, pumping it and caressing the swollen, tender tip with a pawpad. A gusty sigh of relief, and a grateful squeeze on the fox's rump as Higgins' backed-up precum poured out over Nick's paw and Delgato's slack-jawed face. "Those Manechester guys were really impressed with their live-in pet, and decided they want to make it a permanent arrangement. It'll be sad to lose such a fine officer..." He smirked, and gave the crown of the lion's shorn head another patronizing pat. "But I'm sure Delgato here'll love his promotion. Won't you, Delgato?"

A whimper. A needy moan. A slow, heavy-headed nod. Delgato's face shifted; pinched as he let out a quiet yowl when the insect-thing slid fully into his ear canal. The lion shuddered and shivered, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he convulsed violently. Then the pred's expression relaxed once more into mindless pleasure; just like the expression Snarly always wore nowadays, jaws slack and drooling and eyes staring sightlessly ahead.

"Mm. And his new friend?" Delgato already had one of those things in his guts--the 'little blessing' in the lion's belly coiled up nice and snug as it birthed more of its offspring--so why did he need another one in his brain? Even as he asked the question, Nick's free paw pushed his slacks down; simultaneously freeing his own dribbling cock to rub on Higgins' hip and letting the hippo push a finger deep into his sloppy, cum-spattered cleft.

The hippo laughed, deep and rumbling and edged with that faintly-caustic sadism he always let slip around the Toys he worked with. "Just a little something-something to really get him into his new life. Make him forget all the useless shit so he can be the best live-in Toy he can be." A smirk, and an almost-flirtatious wink to the fox. "Watch this." Higgins then cleared his throat and, craning Delgato's head back with his heavy hand so he could stare right into the feline's dulled eyes, spoke. "Delgato. You've always lived with the Manechesters. You can't recall a time that you ever weren't at their beck and call. You were made for the sole purpose of pleasing them in every way you can. Right?"

Again, Delgato's expression shifted. He blinked, and his jaw worked a few times as his brow furrowed. Then he nodded, the light of conviction beginning to shine through the fog swirling within his gaze. "Right..."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Delgato. Just Delgato, or Delly as Masters Eric and Vance call me. I am the property and pet of the Masters Manechester."

"That's right. You're their good little cock-loving cumdump." Higgins nodded and gave Delgato's head a few pats, and then looked back to Wilde. "You see? Nothing up there but what you tell him."

"Mmm, I see." Nick hissed softly as the finger of the hippo's free hand delved into his hole to caress the hot, wet inner flesh. "I'm kinda jealous. Get to forget everything but sucking cock and getting fucked..." The fox groaned. Panted. Nuzzled against Higgins' pillowy chest and up into the sweaty pit under the larger male's arm. "Fuck..."

Higgins let out another indulgent chuckle as he continued to finger-fuck Nick's entrance. "You sure about that, foxyboy?" His thick, stubby digit wriggled all around inside the fox, making the smaller mammal hiss and clutch onto him. "Could probably arrange for it, but it'd be permanent. Once you get one of those things up in your brain, there's no going back."

Nick looked down to Delgato, staring into the lion's dulled eyes. "Why can't you just order him to remember?"

"Cuz there's nothing there to remember anymore." The finger in the fox's ass curled, making Nick's breath hitch as it put torturously-sweet pressure on the swollen, oversensitive bud of his prostate. "This isn't just us getting you nice and slutty with our dicks and our male-stink, Wilde. You got your real self drawn out, but you can still hide it away and go back to how things were." The prey-mammal smirked, and the pred answered with a snort of his own; like Nick would ever go back to how things were, now that the true cock-hungry slut of a Toy he always had been somewhere deep down had been let out. "We got things nice and rearranged in that pretty head of yours. Got your inhibitions outta way so you could do what you were made to: take as much prey cock up this hungry little hole of yours as possible." A loud guffaw as the hippo's grip on Nick's slimmer, smaller body tightened. "But it's different with Delgato here. That thing in his head's taking out a lot of stuff to make room for itself. It's all gotta go, and it can't be got back once it's gone."

The fox shivered, pressing himself against the larger male even as his erection jumped and spurted a line of pre across Delgato's blissed-out face. Once again, just like on New Year's, an icy finger trailed down his spine to join the digit working in and out of his hot, clenching pucker. Nick gulped. "I see..."

Finally, the hippo let out a gusty sigh right against the fox's flicking ear. "Got my work cut out for me, though. The Manechesters got an entire fucking list of things they want in their pet."

"I can imagine." Nick paused when he felt a paw grasping his cock and a humid puff of breath over his crotch. Heard a low moan and deep sniff. Looked down and saw Delgato leaning forward to lap at his leaking cocktip. After a brief moment of hesitation, Nick reached down to gently bat the lion away from his malehood. "No. Bad. You only touch pred cock when your Masters order you to."

Another blink. Another nod. The words seemed to settle into the bedrock of Delgato's mind as the lion sat back. "Of course. I'm sorry for forgetting." The feline's paws moved to rest in his lap, completely ignoring the thin spike of an erection pushing up from between his thighs.

Higgins hummed, looking between the fox and the lion. "Hey Wilde, why don't'cha stick around and help me get Delgato here prepped? Could probably use the perspective of a real cockhound like you to get him nice and slutty." Another not-quite-Casanova grin and almost-flirtatious wink as the hippo grasped his cock and shook it at the smaller mammal. "I'll give you another nice, thick, sticky commendation up that little foxyboy ass of yours for your service."

Nick moaned, long and low, and nodded eagerly; he'd never turn down a 'commendation' from his superiors. And his ass--his cunny--was already throbbing at the prospect of getting fucked hard and deep by that massive cock swinging heavily between Higgins' legs. "Yes sir, I'd be happy to help."

---

Stamp. File. Scan. Stamp. Stamp. File. Save as.

Papers rustled. Computer keys clicked. The slurp of coffee being swallowed in long, even sips filled the room. Bogo worked.

File. File. Stamp.

Ever since the New Year's party, he'd felt a clarity of purpose. His mind wasn't worried about petty day-to-day things anymore. He had his role--his job--and he needed to perform it. For the ZPD, for the Toys under his care, and for Sire.

Chief Bogo worked tirelessly. Endlessly. Mechanically. His staring eyes only occasionally blinked as he handled the reports from his officers; and accepted the profiles of recruits from the academy. As a matter of course, he separated out the males from the females, the preds from the prey, and flipped through them one by one. Some were promising. Some were not-so-promising. Some made the ever-present buzzing in the back of his mind intensify, sending sparks of heat shooting down into his groin. He new plenty of Masters and Toys that would be pleased by the new additions to their little operation.

His fingers froze as his phone buzzed. Like a well-oiled machine, his head turned on his neck and his hand reached out to pick up the vibrating device. He had a text. The number was familiar, as was the name. He opened it up and clicked on the attached video.

A shaky blur that resolved itself into a view of a dark room. A plump, naked cheetah sauntered into the frame with a wide, toothy grin. 'Heya, Chief. It's your slutty kitty... though I guess I'm not just 'your' slutty kitty now, am I?'

Clawhauser.

The feline's smile was wide and shameless as his paws groped and caressed his own supple body. Over his chest, teasing the pert nipples that poked up through his fur while the cheetah let out a showy moan. Down to his belly and sides, squeezing and hefting his round, full gut. To his hips, and then around to his soft backside to smack the ample flesh and knead that fuckable rump of his; the cheetah's cock, barely noticeable between his thighs, dribbled and twitched as it was left neglected. Through it all, Clawhauser's eyes remained hazy; distant and blissed-out as the over-sexed kitten put on his show.

'I've been sucking and getting fucked non-stop since you sent me over here, sir. Your slutty kitty's been a good whore...' Clawhauser turned around to finally show his ass to the camera, and as the feline onscreen dropped to his paws and knees and spread himself, Bogo felt his malehood responding. The sight of that hole he'd fucked--had licked, and bred, and sucked his own cum out of before holding it open for Higgins and damn-near everyone else on the force--so many times twitching and winking at him sent a surge of arousal to his groin. The buffalo huffed, reached down with his free hand to pop the fly of his pants, and fished his hardening erection out. 'Look at it, sir. Look at my slutty, broken, cumdump cunny.'

"I'm looking, kitty." The words came out in a low groan as Bogo squeezed his shaft. Throbbing. Pulsing. Already dribbling as it filled the air of his office with its rich, masculine scent. The buffalo took a deep breath of his own funk, sighed, and began to stroke himself.

'Gets you hard, huh? Thinking about all the cock I've taken. All the cock I'm gonna take from now on...'_The pendulous cheeks of Clawhauser's ass jiggled invitingly when the feline shook his hips; so soft and plush and smackable. '_Getting bred again and again till I'm full... Fuck, sir, I want it so bad...!'

"Yeah you do..." Another deep sigh gusted through Bogo's slack lips as he stared at the sight on his phone screen. "Gonna get fucked, kitty? Gonna get rutted like the good little breeding hole you are?"

Clawhauser didn't answer of course. Instead, he continued to rock his hips while moaning and panting and huffing at every clamp and clench of his loosely-puckered hole. 'Thank you for giving me to Sire, sir. Thank you for making me a slutty kitty...' It had only made sense to send the cheetah off to the monster's mansion--to 'promote' him--especially after New Years; Bogo had been neglecting his job by keeping Clawhauser for himself, but Sire had corrected him and helped him to see the light.

Toys were to be shared between the Masters, yes, but they were all, pred and prey, toys--pets--for their Sire.

Bogo's hand continued flying up and down his shaft and teasing his leaking cockhead and digging his fingers into the tautly-stretched opening of his sheath while the vid continued. The buffalo watched as one of the alien, insectile beasts that Sire used to spread his blessing pushed in from off-screen, its antennae waggling in the air while it approached Clawhauser's damp, needy entrance. The creature's smooth, tapered, chitinous head pushed against--into--the clamping pucker, and the many-legged thing squirmed and began to slide into the feline; as easy as a cock pushing into the slutty kitty's ass to the hilt. Deeper. Deeper. Its thin legs scrambled for purchase against Clawhauser's rump and legs, and then pressed against its sides as it wriggled into the cheetah's bowels. And all the while, the pred grunted and moaned and yowled as he was filled utterly and completely; his hole stretching around the girthy length plunging into it drew a chorus of mixed pain and pleasure from deep within the writhing pred. 'Oh fuck, it's in me, sir! It's going deep inside me... I-I can't stop it...' Clawhauser craned his head, and their eyes met through the screen. 'You can't stop it, even if you wanted to. It's your fault I'm like this, sir. It's your fault I'm a slutty, open breeding hole...'

Bogo set his phone down, but only so he could use his other hand to squeeze and fondle and rub his full, ready-to-burst balls.

The buffalo watched as the kitty's own paw reached between his thighs to rub at his stubby, bouncing erection. He watched as Clawhauser heaved and gagged, his entire body shuddering and convulsing as his gut and chest and throat bulged around what was pushing into and through them. He watched as the pred threw his head back, but not to let out an orgasmic cry while his cum splashed on the floor beneath him; the feline's jaws stretched wide open, and the insect-creature's own head--now slick and coated with saliva--pushed out of Clawhauser's maw to wriggle in the air like a massive, monstrously-deformed tongue. The video finally ended, freezing on that scene of the slutty kitty completely impaled by the creature's long, thick body.

Bogo huffed. He panted. His own head dropped against the back of his chair as his erection throbbed and gushed out a load of slick precum. Faster. Faster. He continued to stroke himself, only pausing when his phone buzzed with another message; from Sire this time, and Bogo's heart fluttered in his heaving chest when he opened the attached picture. Clawhauser lay in bed with Sire, the cheetah smiling blissfully as he cuddled into the hunched, wizened, decrepit monster's embrace. One of Clawhauser's paws was playing with a single one of Sire's triad of erections, while the other was settled on the feline's taut, full stomach. The insect-thing seemed to have pulled itself back into the pred, coiling within the mammal's guts--its form visibly and obscenely bulging through the mammal's flesh--as it pumped out its slimy, round, infection-spreading eggs to be incubated by the warmth of Clawhauser's insides.

And then another text. A single word. 'Mine'.

His. Sire's. All of them pets and property and eager, needy breeding holes for the Master who sat high above every other Master. Bogo's entire body seized as his shaft twitched, his balls drew up in their loose sack, and he came harder than the buffalo ever had before. He barely managed to point his orgasming length downward--letting out a groan of discomfort as his iron-hard malehood was bent against its curve--to let his seed erupt into a wide, splattered puddle on the carpet beneath his desk. He lowed like a feral beast. He took a deep breath while tucking his softening cock back into his pants. He looked down to the mess he'd made. He could get one of the Toys--perhaps Kodiak; the subby little bitch of a bear was just as eager to please as Clawhauser had been, and would probably be adorably eager to crawl under the Chief's desk--to clean it up later. For now, Bogo needed to get back to work.

Filing. Stamping. Selecting new recruits that could be corrupted--molded--into Toys and Masters; pets for their decadently depraved Sire to play with at his whim.

A knock on the door. Bogo grunted and, without looking up from his desk, bellowed out. "Enter!"

"Heya, Chief. Just wanted to swing by and pick up the files on the new blood." Nick Wilde; his 'assistant'. The buzzing in the buffalo's brain became a drone of humming lust, scattering every single thought about what he had been doing as the fox ambled in. "Got them all sorted out?"

"Yes." His voice was throaty, hoarse, and husky. Bogo stood, hands immediately going to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. "But first, I have a job for you. Lock the door and strip down, Toy." He practically tore the stiff material in his eagerness to expose the sweat-soaked fur of his chest. And despite having already cum just a moment before, his sheath was already pulsing and his shaft was already rising back to erection as he worked his pants open and shoved them down his flexing thighs.

"Yes sir." The fox left a trail of his own clothing behind him as he approached, stripping out of his uniform to bare his own flushed, aroused body to the buffalo's burning gaze. Bogo could smell the stench of sex on the Toy; the cum on Wilde's breath, the fox's own musk wafting from his throbbing shaft, and Nick's ass--his cunny--damp and clenching and eager to be bred.

"Get on the desk." Even as he said the words, the larger male reached out to grab the fox, lift him up, and then slam him down into position. He grunted when Wilde turned himself around, the pred's gasps of pain quickly melting into low, lustful cooing as Nick rubbed his snout along the length of Bogo's sweaty, musky breeding tool, but the buffalo didn't otherwise comment; a hole was a hole when it came to Toys, after all. And as the prey-mammal slid his cock deep into Nick's eagerly-open maw, feeling the Toy's throat squeeze and clamp and milk the rocking length, Bogo answered the pred's moaning with groaning and panting and huffing of his own. Blissful. Aroused. Mindlessly horny.

Faster. Faster. Deeper. Deeper. Bogo fucked the pred's mouth mercilessly, slamming his crotch into Nick's chin and letting his heavy balls smack across the fox's snout until they drew up to dump their load. Gush after gush of hard parasite eggs and wriggling worms erupted straight into Nick's stomach as the buffalo hilted. Held himself still for a long, breathless, rapturous moment. Finally pulled back to splatter a few last spurts of infected cum onto the fox's face. "Nnngh... damn, Chief. I like this new you." A flirtatious wink as Wilde sat up and swallowed down everything Bogo had given him, the pred's throat working to gulp down the buffalo's--Sire's--sweet gifts. "Sire knew what he was doing when he fixed you."

Bogo just nodded in silent agreement as he sat heavily back in his chair; it was all clear to him now. Chief of the Zootopia PD was his role. Finding males to bring into the fold, glutting their ranks with horny Masters and slutty Toys, was his job. But fucking the preds--rutting their mouths and holes and filling them with everything his roiling, infected balls could produce--was his purpose.

The buffalo grunted and jerked himself out of his thoughts--what thoughts were left swimming through the haze that had settled within his mind--when he felt moist breath and an eagerly-lapping tongue on his crotch. He looked down, watching Wilde lick up the remains of his orgasms--the cum and worm-slime and wriggling parasites that had dribbled into his pubic fur and down over the prey-mammal's heavy, still-brimming balls--and then drag his tongue across the stain on the carpet to clean as much of that mess as the foxyboy could. Bogo's eyes flicked down over Nick's ass--under the fox's hiked-up tail and over the gaping breeding hole beneath--and then back to the files on his desk. He took a deep breath, and let it out in a low groan as his hoof pushed against the pred's rump. "Get out, Wilde. And go call Kodiak up." The larger male winced as he cupped his full ballsack, squeezing against the squirming within it. "It's about time he received Sire's gift. And it's about time the little ones within me found a new home."

"Mmf. Will do, Chief." Wilde stood, licking his chops and wiping his snout with the back of his forearm. After the pred finished dressing, he grabbed the files Bogo had set aside off of the desk with a grin and a wink. "And I'll make sure these get into the right hands."

Then Nick was gone, sweeping out of the office and leaving Bogo to his work. Stamping. Filing. Passing the time until Kodiak arrived, and he could get back to the job he--or at least, the Bogo that Sire had molded him into--was made for.

---

Nick tried desperately to keep his expression blank as he staggered out of the station onto the streets of Zootopia. Any passerby might mistake his fatigue for the results of a long, hard day at work, and they wouldn't exactly be wrong; the heady stench of musk that clung to his fur, the splatters of seed--pred and prey--over his crotch and up his chest under his civvies, and the itching and stinging under his tail as he leaked yet more thick cum down his inner thighs spoke volumes about all the 'work' he'd put in. And now that he'd spent the necessary time to make his appearances--to show off his mask of a good, upstanding officer of the law--he could continue on his quest for cock; the night was young, even if the sky above was pitch-black and moonless against the light of the street lamps. Maybe he'd find Finnick, and join him in worshipping gargantuan, musky, worm-infected monster malehood. Maybe he'd hit the nightclubs, find some burly preds, and get himself fucked into tomorrow. Or maybe he'd return home to his apartment and see if any of his neighbors were up for a blowjob; he'd gotten really popular for that around those in the know at the complex.

His phone buzzed, and Nick broke himself out of his thoughts--the thick, musky mire into which they'd started to sink--to pull it out of his pocket and answer. "M'yello?"

"Pet." That single, crackling, crooning word from the other end of the line froze Nick in his tracks. He shuddered. He desperately swallowed down a weak moan. He felt the itching in his cunny grow into an insistent, dull needy ache; a need to be filled. "Come to the mansion. I've need of you."

"Yes, Sire." Nick didn't voice any of his desires aloud, but they swirled in his mind as the line went dead. He wanted to see the creature that had lingered in the back of his mind all day; every day since that New Year's party, where he'd been awakened to his purpose. He wanted to breathe in the rich, rank, fetid scent from Sire's crotch and ass, and taste the alien male-stink that got him harder than any other musk he'd ever sampled. He wanted to suck Sire's trio of monstrous cocks, feel them in his throat and ass, and let Sire breed him like the good little pet he was.

A Toy's work was never done, and Nick loved his work.

As the fox tapped through his phone to order a taxi, leaning against a lamppost with a quiet sigh, he felt his lips twitch up into a smile. Life was good; and with what Sire had in mind--for the ZPD and for all of Zootopia--it would only get better.