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The usual murmuring and rumbling of the officers filled the large debriefing room, though a subdued air hung over the gathered mammals as they settled into their seats. Nick stood at attention next to Rhinowitz by the door, trying to keep his gaze from slinking over to the large, pungent-smelling bulge right at his eye-level as they waited for the chief to make his appearance. As Secretary to the Chief it was the fox's duty to stand by, and as a newly-promoted captain it was Rhinowitz' duty to keep the officers in line. Though it didn't seem all that necessary; the news which had broken the previous day had spread through the ranks like wildfire to dampen the officers' usual spirits.

The door swung open at last; but instead of Bogo's hulking form, it was Higgins who made his way in and over to the podium at the front of the room. And instead of Higgins, it was Rhinowitz' booming voice that called out "Ten hut!" to quiet down the gathered policemammals.

"Alright, everyone. I'm sure you've all heard the news of Chief Bogo's early retirement by now." Higgins glanced around the room, seeing the acknowledgement in the other officers' eyes. "For years he's been a credit to the force, and Zootopia is a better place due to his devotion to our fair city. I know his leaving was sudden, and I know a lot of you have questions about the future of the ZPD. And I know that, as acting chief, I will have to do my damnedest to fill Bogo's shoes." The hippo straightened up, not looming quite as tall as the water buffalo had, but still cutting quite the impressive figure. "However, you're all still Zootopia's best and brightest. And as Zootopia has flourished through mammals both predator and prey working together, I know that we will all work together to keep the streets safe for everyone. So, with that said, let's get started with our first order of business, shall we?"

Nick allowed his mind to wander as the briefing continued. He knew, and Higgins knew, and Rhinowitz knew what this was: a show for the benefit of those who weren't in the know. All the Masters and Toys in the ZPD knew why Bogo had gone into 'early retirement' without so much as a farewell; and they knew why so many officers had been shuffled around, a few 'transferred' to departments in the outlying districts while others had their schedules changed so conveniently. Bogo had been good at keeping the Masters and Toys in line, and keeping their little operation expanding at a steady pace, but he'd also gotten sloppy. And even after their Sire had 'fixed' him--awoken the water buffalo to and set him on the path to fulfill his purpose--far too many mistakes had been made.

Kodiak. Finnick. Rumors and whispers of what went on behind the closed doors of the senior officers.

Nick fought to keep a smile off of his face. He knew that Higgins--strong, domineering, sexy Higgins--would be a good replacement for Bogo; the hippo had demonstrated his prowess to Sire many times over the previous few months, especially when Bogo was being 'corrected'. And now he was chief, and Nick--as Chief's Assistant--would be able to 'assist' the hippo with keeping the ZPD running like a well-oiled machine.

He jerked himself out of those thoughts when he felt the heat in his cheeks and ears, and the throbbing in his crotch. Not yet. The mask needed to stay in place a little longer. He'd have to fight down his urges--the need to tear the clothes right off of Rhinowitz, take the fat cock bulging out the front of the rhino's pants down his throat to the hilt, and show everyone present what a thirsty whore he really was--until the end of the morning briefing. He'd have to push thoughts of every other male in the room stroking their own hard, throbbing erections as they waited their turns to use every single inch of him to the back of his mind until they were all dismissed. Only then could he dive headfirst into his true world--in the locker room and Higgins' office--and let the true him--Nick Wile, the cumdump Toy that had even Sire impressed with his eager, slutty depravity--run free.

And then, everything would be fine. Everything would make sense. Everything would be as it should be.

---

Nothing was fine. Nothing made sense. Nothing was as it should be. But there was nothing that Bogo could do about it; and beneath the roiling fog that consumed every single thought which tried to spark through his emptied mind, a small shred of what was left of him didn't want to.

The cape buffalo hung like a trophy in Sire's bedchamber, bound against the wall with thick, fleshy tendrils that held his limbs in place and sank into his body anywhere they could find an opening. His stomach and chest roiled with the life being pumped in and out of him in thick waves of sticky, pungent slime; the parasitic worms hatching within him, kept warm and safe in the husk he'd become. His eyes remained wide open, watching the debauchery taking place on the sweat-and-cum-and-fluid-soaked bed at the center of the lavish room with rapt attention.

Sire panted and groaned and wheezed, thrusting into the prone body laying underneath him again and again. The creature--not a mammal, but something else--clacked his beak and hissed in pleasure as the tight, warm, clinging hole of his partner clenched around the trio of malehoods buried within it. Meanwhile, the male receiving Sire's thrusts moaned and purred as his slack expression met Bogo's, stirring the throbbing and twitching of the watching buffalo's thick erection; the turgid shaft spurted, spraying globs of worm-filled cum into the puddle that had already soaked the carpet below, and Bogo let out a weak grunt. The sound drew Sire's attention, and the creature's sunken, beady, red-tinted eyes regarded the cape buffalo for a long moment before a wide smirk stretched the corners of his beak-like snout.

"Even now you enjoy watching me take what once was yours, don't you?" A crooning chuckled rumbled in the wizened male's thin, bony chest as he moved to drag his tongue through the tear stained fur on his bed-partner's flushed cheek. "Remember, pet, it's you who turned your little kitty into such a shameless whore. Isn't that right, Benny?"

The faint, weak, whimpering moan that leaked from Clawhauser's slack, drooling mouth might have been an affirmation; or it might have been a response to sire digging the bluted-speartips of his triad cocks right into the cheetah's swollen, abused prostate.

"Yes, that's right." Faster. "You're such a good little cumdump, aren't you?" Harder. "Both of you love serving your Sire, don't you?" Panting and grunting and heaving. The creature's eyes clenched shut as he slammed his crotch into Clawhauser's plump, scar-marred ass to pump the kitty's overfilled passage with yet another load of his seed. "Ohhhhh, yessss..."

Neither Bogo nor Clawhauser answered, beyond yet more moaning and panting as their cocks spurted as well; more a pavlovian response to their owner's orgasm than in any true pleasure.

"Mm..." The creature rested on Clawhauser's hunched back for a long moment, rocking his hips against his bed partner's rump and dragging his clawed hands over the cheetah's chest and full belly. An almost-tender laugh slipped out as he felt the squirming of the little ones making their home in his pet's guts; he focused his stroking on the wriggling things he could feel through the cheetah's flesh and fat, seeming to delight in feeling them writhe against his palms. Then he drew himself up, gave Clawhauser's ass an indulgent pat as he drew his softening erections free of the kitty's sloppy hole, and lay back to lounge on the bed. "Who am I to separate such a pair? Pet, you will tend to Bogo from now on." A foot prodded the cheetah's hind end. "You will make sure the life in you both comes out healthy and strong."

Did Clawhauser understand the order? Not even Sire himself seemed to know; however, the cheetah began to drag himself off of the bed and over in the bound cape buffalo's direction. Sire watched for a moment in amusement as the cheetah curled up against Bogo's side, and the bound male struggled against the tendrils holding him in place to bat his returned erection against the slutty kitty's cheek. Clawhauser latched on with little more than a whimper, suckling with mindless hunger as Bogo's hips began to rock.

Sire then reached over to the bedside table, picking up the phone laying atop it. A few taps of his wicked claws later, and the door to the bedchamber swung open. "You called, Sire?" The male who stepped in was almost unrecognizable as Kodiak, the grizzly who'd begun a mere few months ago as the new Zootopia PD receptionist and had quickly been thrown into the world of Masters and Toys; too quickly, no thanks to Bogo, the overeager fool. The lascivious grin on Kodiak's face and burning, flaring, lustful light shining in his eyes was a far cry from the shy, shrinking, nervous expression on the bear's face when he had been summoned to Sire's mansion. The sway of his hips and the bob of his shameless erection, the tongue flicking across his lips, and the low, showy, slutty moan he let out all seemed tailored--programmed into the grizzly's hazy mind--to get Sire's malehoods throbbing to erection once more.

"Yes." A gesture of the creature's hand summoned the bear to crawl onto the bed and curl up with the wizened, wheezing, monstrous male. They both ignored the other two pets in the room, Kodiak only having eyes for his new master while Sire splayed his legs with a lazy croon. "I need you to clean me, pet. Get to it. And if you do a good job, I shall reward you."

"Yes, Sire." And Kodiak did. He pushed his snout into the creature's crotch, moaning as he breathed in Sire's rank musk, and began to lap at his master's smut-and-cum-coated shafts. He sucked each of them clean from base to tip, swallowing down everything his tongue licked up, and then began to work over the fat, plump balls hanging between Sire's spindly thighs. And when every inch of the monster's groin--from the wrinkled, leathery flesh of his ballsack to the raunch-smeared lips of his slit, and even down into the sweaty expanse of his taint--had been spit-shined, Kodiak worked to clean the rest of Sire. One bony leg lifted up, and then the other, and the grizzly lapped and suckled over and around and between the creature's wriggling toes. Kodiak moved up, and eagerly pushed his snout into Sire's dank armpits as each was bared to him. He nursed with tender adoration on each plump, pert nipple lining Sire's concave chest. And when Sire cackled and curled over himself with an expectant grin, Kodiak pushed into the creature's opened cleft to take deep sniffs of the musk wafting from his puckered asshole before working to lick his monstrous master clean there as well.

"Mmm, good boy. Such a good pet. So eager... so slutty." Kodiak's ears burned as he felt Sire's clawed fingers work through the fur between them. "You will stay in my bedchambers from now on. I've use for you..." Another wheezing, coughing cackle. "...and your hungry little cunny."

The grizzly ducked his head in embarrassment, burying his face in Sire's backside with an almost-shy whimper; he hadn't realized that his hand had reached back of its own accord to bury a few fingers into his own pulsing pucker. "Yes sire. My cunny is yours... I'm yours, completely." It was why he'd worked, hard and tireless and eager, to keep himself full of cum ever since he'd felt the first surge of heat--the first roils of infection--settling into his bowels. It was why he'd agreed to his 'transfer' to Sire's manor without question or complaint. It was why he had whored himself out to the many massive, feral beasts roaming in the shadowed halls, who were eager to dump their worm-filled seed into any warm hole they could find.

It was his purpose.

---

Far away from the epicenter of Sire's hold on the city, in the male locker room of the ZPD, Nick was hard at work fulfilling his own purpose. The morning briefing had come to an uneventful end, as per usual, and while the officers filed out to their posts the fox had chatted up the few on duty around HQ. Those who weren't in-the-know got polite smiles and nods, while those that were received subtle, hungry looks and flirtatious glances. And finally, after letting the halls of the ZPD clear out a little bit, Nick made his way to his own post to perform the part of his job he loved the most; sucking cock and getting rutted hard and deep.

It was Higgins' idea to make it part of his official role, even though Nick had been glad to do it on his own time. Many of the officers who were in the know--Masters and their Toys--appreciated the service, though the getup that the fox would wear even under his uniform never failed to raise eyebrows. The metal cage enclosing the fox's sheath made sure the foxyboy wouldn't get distracted from servicing his Masters' erections by his own. The harness secured to his chest was just as much a symbol of his status as the collars most Toys wore, though much more subtle. And the piercings in his nipples, connected to each other by a thin chain, made for an easy way to get the slutty fox panting and groaning with desperate need.

And of course, unknown to any but those who were really in-the-know, the roiling in the fox's gut--the worms filling Nick's bowls and sending itching, throbbing sparks through his tailhole and crotch--made his hunger for thick, virile cum all the more insatiable.

Nick was kneeling on one of the locker room benches, swallowing a load from Bob Trumpet, when he felt a paw give his firm ass a rough, punishing smack. "Well hey, Toy. Here you are."

The fox pulled off the thick shaft that had been buried in his throat, letting out a reluctant whine as his nose left Bob's musky crotch, and looked over his shoulder to the source of that voice. Buckton, the recent bunny recruit, just grinned at him with that same burning lust which smoldered in all of the Masters' eyes. "Here I am." Nick licked his chops, pushing his rump up against the rabbit's paw huffing out a grateful hiss when he received another sharp slap. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can. Grizzolf needs to drain his balls, and I figured your hole could use a good basting." Buckton jerked his head in the direction of the wolf standing nearby, his--their--slightly-too-thick, split-tipped cock standing at eager attention. The pred's mismatched eyes shone with a near-feral lust as he groaned and rocked his hips, and drool flowed from his slack jaws to dribble on his heaving chest.

"Aww, good to see you caring for your pet, Bucky." A smirk and wink accompanied a soft grunt as Nick pushed himself up and turned to lay himself down on his back on the bench; he nodded to Trumpet as the elephant moved away, making room for Buckton to loom over the prone fox. "Well, my cunny's always open for a good filling. And so's my mouth." He licked his lips, letting his gaze drop to the prey's own erection.

Buckton's paw petted through the fur atop Nick's head as the Master gave the Toy a smirk in return. "Maybe later. Gotta get out on patrol, and poor Grizzolf's gonna be whining all day if I don't get these puppies emptied." A gesture of the rabbit's free paw drew the wolf forward, and Buckton reached to cup and rub and squeeze the four large, swollen, overfull orbs in the larger male's ballsack. The patchwork wolf groaned, his tongue--slightly forked as well--lolling from his slack jaws as a spurt of precum--accompanied by the wriggling tip of a fat white worm poking from one of his piss slits--splattered on Nick's belly.

"Aww, poor guy." Nick's grin only widened as he hiked his legs up higher to bare the twitching, cum-smeared hole at the base of his tail. Grizzolf's nose twitched as he sniffed the air, and the wolf's mismatched eyes locked onto his fellow pred's open pucker. "You want it, big guy? Wanna breed my cunny with your fat fuckin' cock?"

Grizzolf panted. He whined. His hips rocked as his cock bounced and dribbled with need. But he stayed rooted in place, looking from the fox to the bunny. It wasn't until Buckton smirked, gave the canine's rump a sharp smack, and ordered him to 'Breed, boy' that Grizzolf fell forward onto the smaller male.

Nick grunted, and then let out a soft laugh as he wrapped his thighs around the wolf's hips. When he felt the thick shaft slide into him, Nick cried out in delight; it felt so good--so right--to have a malehood in his back passage. He expected the wolf to get right to rutting him hard and deep, and pulled Grizzolf down further against his smaller body with a throaty moan of anticipation. He wasn't sure what exactly had been done to the pair of wolves inhabiting the merged body looming over him, but ever since getting assigned to Buckton's 'care' Grizzolf would both fuck and get fucked by his fellow Toys with all the horny enthusiasm of a feral beast; like one of the nighthowler cases from what felt like another life to the fox.

However, there was a grunt from the watching bunny. "Slow, boy. Let him feel it."

Nick could only squirm underneath the larger male pinning him to the bench as the throbbing erection buried in his guts moved in and out at a slow, steady pace that made both he and Grizzolf whimper with need.

"Yeah, that's it. Make the slut feel it." Buckton's grin was wide and toothy as he stroked himself off. "Push that knot against his little cunt, boy. Make him beg for it."

As Grizzolf followed Buckton's murmured directions, Nick looked over to the bunny with a grin of his own. The rabbit officer standing nearby and jerking his cock to the show they were putting on was a far cry from the timid, shy recruit he'd been just a few months ago. Nick took pride in the fact that it was him--the ZPD's foxyboy cumdump--who'd brought Buckton out of his shell; who had drawn the rabbit into the hazy, musky, lusty world of Masters and Toys. And Nick was glad that he'd been right about they prey-male: as soon as he'd been infected--as soon as he'd received Sire's gifts from deep within Nick's gut and bowels and balls--Buckton had become a prime example of a good Master.

The look in the bunny's eyes from that night--surprise and fear turning into burning lust--as the flood of worm-slime had passed between their locked jaws. The feeling of Buckton's hips pumping up against his rump as the little ones laying in wait in Nick's back passage slid one by one into the rabbit's piss slit. The prey-male's tender clutching and stroking turning into rough, firm, domineering grasping and groping and spanking as they fucked long into the night. Just the memory of turning the sweet bunny into what he was now got Nick's heart pumping and his cock throbbing.

As the rutting continued, however--as he continued to look up into Buckton's watching eyes--something pricked at the back of the fox's mind. The sweet pain of his stretched hole had a bit too much bite to it. The rough growling from the wolf rutting his guts grated on him just a little. The smirk on Buckton's face as the rabbit offered his cock to the pred, and then batted it across Nick's face before pulling it away left the fox somehow dissatisfied; and not just because the musky flesh wasn't grinding on his tongue and sinking into his throat. Nick shook those clinging thoughts away, burying his face in Grizzolf's heaving chest while clutching onto the thrusting male. He couldn't let himself get distracted; he had a job to do, after all, and he loved his job.

Really, he did.

---

Nick sighed as he sauntered down the halls of the ZPD. He really did love his job, even if it meant pulling himself away from whatever he was doing--such as 'relieving' the officers in charge of the holding cells--whenever the chief called for him. Bogo had been somewhat lax with summoning his foxyboy 'assistant', but Higgins had already made it clear that he'd be putting Nick through his paces. Not that Nick minded; the thick, sticky, ample 'commendations' the hippo always blew up the pred's tailhole or all over his snout were more than worth it.

The fox paused in front of the door to the chief's office to make sure his uniform--his costume, which hid what he really was--was impeccable before giving the heavy wood a sharp rap with his knuckles. At the faint, grunted-out bellow to "Enter!", Nick put on his best wide, toothy grin and slipped inside.

The first thing Nick noticed was the smell, rich and cloying and pungent; the smell of a sweaty, horny prey-male. Nick was eager to breathe it in, feeling the shudder down his spine and the roiling in his gut at the familiar scent of the new chief; not a single thought of the previous one crossed the pred's mind. He closed the door, making sure to lock it behind him--Higgins was still pretty bad about that, but some 'correction' from Sire had at least made the hippo wary of letting prying eyes see things they shouldn't--and turned to stand at attention while waiting for the two males in the room to acknowledge him.

Rhinowitz was sprawled in one of the chairs in front of the chief's desk, one hand idly cupping and rubbing the tented bulge in his pants. "Think people'll cause a stink about women officers getting kicked out of the precinct?"

"We can spin it as some kind of Union thing." Higgins tapped one thick finger on the desk and shrugged. "More male candidates qualifying than female candidates, a need for diversity in the outlying districts, whatever the fuck. All I know is it's what Sire wants."

"And what the old bastard wants, he gets, huh?"

"Exactly." Both Higgins and Rhinowitz flushed and let out low, groaning moans; no doubt fantasizing about Sire taking whatever he wanted from them. Rhinowitz's own girthy fingers fumbled his fly open, releasing the soaked pouch of his underwear; and yet more of his thick, spicy, near-cloying musk to fill the air. The hippo eyed his junior officer's bulge, flicking his tongue over his lips, and then let his gaze wander over to meet Nick's. A smirk. A snigger. An almost-flirtatious wink. "Can probably consider our options better after blowing a load. And speaking of..." At last, the current Chief of Police gestured for Nick to step forward.

"I'm here to assist with whatever you need, sirs."

"Ah ah." Rhinowitz grunted, bucking his hips to push his pants down his thighs and let them pool around his ankles. He smirked at the foxyboy, and gave the throbbing tent in his underwear a squeeze. "Did the chief order you to speak, boy?"

Nick's ears pulled flat against his skull as he flinched. "No, sir. I just-"

Higgins' lifted hand silenced both the other prey-male and the pred. Nick looked to his chief--his Master--and pushed all thought except for rapt obedience out of his mind. "Strip." Nick's hands moved to follow the order, tearing his shirt and pants off and tossing them aside. His shoes and socks were kicked and tugged off his paws, and then he pushed his--soaked and stained with precum and other fluids--thong down off his waving hips. Then Nick stood to attention once more, naked as the day he was born, and awaited the next command. "Down." He fell to all fours. "Collar." He turned and crawled like one of his feral ancestors to the door, jumping up and grabbing his leash and collar off the hook on its backside. "Come." He put the leather bands into his mouth, letting their salty taste spread over his tongue, and crawled his way over to and around the desk to sit on his haunches at Higgins' heel.

Rhinowitz didn't speak, but Nick could feel the rhino's smirking, lustful gaze watching as Higgins took the collar out of the fox's mouth and secured it around the pred's throat; snug and then one notch tighter, just like he liked it. Nick couldn't see, but he could hear the creaking of the chair and the shuffling of clothing, and imagined the scene behind him. Rhinowitz standing to kick off his shoes and pants. The larger male popping the buttons of his collared shirt--looking to Higgins for permission, and receiving it along with a heated smirk from the other prey-male--before shrugging it off. Pushing his own underwear down and off to expose his massive, flushed, sweating body in its entirety; to expose that fat erection with which Nick had become so very familiar.

Nick stayed put like a good Toy, his nose pressed against the bulge in Higgins' pants, but shivered in anticipation for his Masters' next orders.

"Damn. Really need to drain those puppies, huh Rhinowitz?"

"Mmf... yes, sir."

A loud guffaw. "Well good thing we've got the office cumdump right here then, yeah?" Higgins shifted in his chair, kicked off his boot, and lifted his socked foot up to rest it on the small of Nick's back. The fox huffed out a soft groan and pushed his rump up against the heavy weight, hiking his tail up as well. Baring himself. Showing himself off. Presenting himself for breeding like the slutty Toy he was.

"Fuck yeah..." The rhino's tongue audibly slurped over his lips as Nick felt Rhinowitz's burning gaze bore into the tender, gaping, leaking hole between his spread haunches.

"How about you get foxyboy here strung up while I get myself comfortable?"

"Yes, sir."

Nick didn't struggle as a pair of large, rough hands grabbed his hips and tugged him away from the throbbing tent in his Master's pants; though he did let out a reluctant whine that made both larger males guffaw with laughter. The fox's world was upended and sent spinning as he was heaved into the air, only coming to a stop with a pained grunt when Rhinowitz slammed the smaller male down on top of Higgins' desk. He gritted his teeth in a pained wince as his arms were wrenched back and cuffed, and then he was rolled onto his back. The dull pain spreading through his abused body--from his throbbing chest and gut and strained shoulders--only served to fuel the caged semi-erection straining to rise from his plump sheath as he looked up at the rhino and hippo. Rhinowitz grinned down to Nick from above the fox's head; and as the prey-male leaned over to grab Nick's ankles and lift them up to attach the cuffs he fished out of Higgins' desk, his fat cock came down to smack against the fox's snout. Musky. Sweaty. Smelling--and tasting, as Nick flicked his tongue against that meaty shaft--delicious.

Higgins, meanwhile, watched as the chains attached to Nick's cuffed legs were pulled up and set on the hooks in the ceiling above his desk. As the fox's lower body was lifted and splayed and presented for him, the hippo popped each button on his shirt and then shrugged the garment off. As Nick's jaws were wrenched open, an o-ring secured in the pred's open maw and strapped tight around the back of his head, Higgins pushed his pants and underwear down together before kicking them off with a scornful huff. And as the Toy choked and gagged and swallowed around the malehood being fed through the ring gag into his opened throat, the ZPD's top Master pushed his own throbbing length into the fox's eager, hungry cunny to the hilt.

The two wasted no time starting to thrust into either end of the fox; who in the ZPD could resist that swallowing throat or still-tight asshole closing down around their cocks in a hot, wet, fleshy embrace? And as he was fucked, each shaft finding a steady rhythm with which to pound into him, a deep sense of satisfaction settled into Nick's body and mind. He loved this. He really did. If his hands weren't cuffed behind him they would have been grasping at Rhinowitz's rocking hips, and his legs would have wrapped tight around Higgins' ample waist if they weren't lifted and chained.

Nick's face was mashed into Rhinowitz's gut and groin with every slamming thrust from the rhino, but between each one he could still catch glimpses of the prey-male being pulled into a deep kiss by the hippo Chief of Police. Higgins' stomach, chest, and throat convulsed, and then Rhinowitz began to gulp and swallow with a bone-deep moan. Worms--Sire's gift--were gushing from deep in the former's gullet down into the latter's; and then something more came up as well. Something long and girthy, which made a large bulge in the pair's throats as it passed from the hippo into the rhino. And when the kiss broke off, a few drops of worm-slime dribbling out from Rhinowitz's slack jaws to land on Nick's chest, the fox glanced up to see the tail end of something chitinous and many-legged scrabbling through Rhinowitz's slack jaws to disappear into his open mouth. The rhino's cock pulsed. He began to slam into Nick's throat with near-feral abandon; almost like Grizzolf had earlier when Buckton had ordered the fox to clean off the melded wolf's spent erection. He groaned and huffed, jerking and spasming and trembling as he buried his horned face into Higgins' sweaty chest.

The prey-male threw his head back and lowed, sounding more like the bestial, alien 'guests' that lived in Sire's mansion than a mammal.

Higgins laughed. And when he lifted an arm to bare the sweat-soaked hollow of the pit underneath, Nick's vision was once more obscured as Rhinowitz surged forward into it. But the fox could hear the eager snuffling of the rutting rhino as he indulged in the chief's musk; and he could also hear Higgins' crooning words. Low. Almost sibiliant. Tinged with a razor's cruel edge, which was coated in venomous delight that would make Sire himself blush.

"That's it. You're a good boy, aren't you, Captain."

"Mm."

"You want to do anything to please your Chief, don't you."

"Mm-hm."

"You want to breed our Toys, and be the best Master in the ZPD, don't you."

"Mmmngh...!"

Rhinowitz went faster. He went harder. He finally slammed home into the Nick's gullet as his cock erupted, spewing shot after shot of thick, infected seed into the fox's belly.

"Mmmf... that's it." Higgins' grinning face was finally revealed to Nick as the rhino pulled back, laying his spent, cum-and-saliva smeared shaft along the pred's cheek. Like a good Toy, Nick immediately turned his head to lick the still-leaking length clean as it softened; though he did watch as the hippo gave the rhino an almost-affectionate pat between the ears. "Need some time before round two?"

"Yes... sir..."

"Well then..." A smirk as Higgins' lustful eyes flashed. "Lick my ass, Captain."

"Yes, sir." Not a hint of reluctance. Not a trace of hesitation. Rhinowitz nodded, his own expression slack and panting as he pulled away to move around the desk behind the chief. But the sounds of sniffing and moaning from the hippo's hind end quickly became ravenous slurping and delighted growls of bestial arousal; not that Nick could focus on them for long The Toy's gaze was drawn back up to meet his Master's when Higgins' started right back up with his thrusting, pumping, rutting slams into the pred's ass.

"You like that, Toy?" Slam. "You love being a cum-guzzling whore?" Slam. "Like being strung up and put in your place?" Slam.

He'd been asked a question, and so he did his best to answer; Nick gurgled out something as close to his usual pert 'yes, sir' as he could manage.

"Fuck yeah, you do." Higgins' eyes fluttered, and he pulled his hips back to push his rump into Rhinowitz's face. And when Nick whined and squirmed, clenching his pucker around the thick head of the hippo's erection, the chief let out a breathless laugh. "Can't even give me five seconds, can you? Fucking slut." One hand reached back--settled atop Rhinowitz's head to keep the rhino's face buried in his ass--while the other grasped the thin chain connecting Nick's pierced nipples for leverage as he gave the fox a rough, punishing thrust. "Sluttier than your little friend Finnick."

Finnick. The name brushed against his fogged mind. Familiar. Oh, right, Finnick.

Higgins smirked at the spark of recognition in Nick's hazy eyes. "Don't wanna be shipped off to join him, do you?" He reached over to his desktop computer, turning the monitor towards Nick, and the fox followed his Master's gaze as the hippo paused his thrusting. It only took Higgins a few moments to click around, bringing up a video; the thumbnail alone was enough to send a surge of heat through Nick's groin, and judging by the pulsing of the length in his tailhole it seemed to have the same effect on Higgins.

Finnick. The fennec bent over on his hands and knees. His head thrown back as the massive, insectile, many-legged monster looming behind him rutted the tiny male. With a low groan as he picked his previous pace back up, Higgins hit play to start the vid. And as Nick felt the hippo's thrusts start to match the motion of the creature fucking his former friend onscreen, the fox watched.

He watched as every heavy, heaving thrust slammed into Finnick, bulging the fennec's stomach in a way that would be concerning if it weren't for the small pred's blissful expression. He watched chitinous legs grab the tiny male to hold him in place, and he watched as Finnick's own erection bobbed and bounced and spattered the concrete below it with mingled cum and worm-slime. He watched as the beast came, its lower body pumping and grinding against Finnick's rump; pumping out the infected seed that was overfilling the fennec's guts to the point of flowing outward around the creature's massive cock.

And Nick watched, eyes wide and staring, as Finnick began to convulse. To groan and pant in growing distress. To change right before his eyes. The tiny fox's eyes rolled back in his head as his jaw fell slack, and the flesh of his snout split open to form a pair of bony mandibles. Finnick's swollen belly roiled and churned--grew round and heavy--until the squirming of the things within his gut became visible through the taut-stretched skin. The malehood between the fennec's knees began to swell as well, the testicles growing fat and heavy in their sack as the shaft lengthened and then split into a pair of wriggling tendrils. Massive. Monstrous. Alien, much like the erection still buried under Finnick's longer, fleshy tail.

Nick felt humid breath on his cheek as Higgins' cocktip teased his prostate. "Hot, huh? Sire sent that vid over this morning." A slow pull of the hippo's shaft out from his clinging passage set Nick's lower body on fire, and the following slam back home sent sparks shooting up the fox's spine. "Told me to thank you for picking out such a good broodmare for his pets." The hippo's gut ground down onto the fox's pulsing, throbbing crotch, and Higgins let out a soft chuckle and dragged his tongue against Nick's own as it hung from the pred's slack, panting mouth. "Wanna breed him, too? I can get you sent over to spend the weekend at Sire's, and you can do whatever you want with him."

He did indeed want it. Nick could already imagine it: those clacking mandibles opened wide for him to slip his cock into that bared, convulsing throat. His snout pushing beneath that lifted, spike-lined tail to lap and lick and tongue-fuck that gaping, fleshy, cum-filled pucker. Those slimy tendril-cocks dribbling fat, plump worms right into his eager mouth as he worshiped those swollen balls. He wanted to fuck the thing that used to be Finnick, and get fucked by it; he wanted to look right into those glassy, multifaceted eyes that had replaced his friend's big brown ones, and see the feral lust in them as they rutted each other.

The realization rocked through Nick in a full-body spasm; and as it did, so did the fox's orgasm.

Higgins laughed and groaned and crooned in approval as the fox's convulsing passage milked his cock. "You don't fucking care, do you? You just wanna suck cock and get fucked, huh?" His hands grabbed Nick's head in a rough, almost-crushing grip, and he surged down into a bruising kiss with the pred male; but of course, there was no tenderness to the gesture at all. Higgins' strong tongue pinned the fox's own down against the floor of Nick's maw. Groping it. Molesting it. Raping it, as the hippo was doing with the rest of the foxyboy's body. And Nick loved every second of it.

He loved his job; loved being a Toy. He loved the thought that he was nothing more. He loved that Higgins, Sire, and rest of his prey Masters could do anything they pleased with him--pin him down to fuck his mouth and ass, use his tongue to clean themselves off, dump their loads of cum and worm-slime and thick, wriggling, insectile offspring into his guts--and toss his used-up husk away once they were done with him. It got his cock--even sore and spent as it was--pulsing while his cunt itched and burned with heat, and sent all the worthless thoughts of anything that didn't involve his purpose sinking into the depths of his clouded mind. Just like he liked it.

Nick felt Higgins cum inside him, the hippo slamming home to pump his load deep into the Toy's ass. And every rush of wet heat washed away the scrabbling, struggling shreds of his mask--of Nick Wilde, ZPD officer and upstanding citizen of Zootopia--until all that was left was the lustful beast he truly was. Never again would he even be able to attempt to pull those scraps back around himself to hide his desires; not that he really wanted to.

Higgins' chest rumbled with a satisfied groan as he pulled out to let the last few spurts of his seed--and a couple wriggling worms--splatter onto Nick's own soaked, metal-enclosed sheath. "Hoo... best cunny in Zootopia, Toy. Almost makes me want to 'transfer' you, too." A smirk. An almost-flirtatious wink. A pat on the head that lacked any true warmth or tenderness.

A gurgle escaped Nick's slack jaws, sounding almost like words. Spittle and worm-slime and cum dribbled down the corners of his mouth as his hazed eyes locked onto his Master's.

"Hm? What was that? Speak up, foxyboy."

"Please." Hoarse. Husky. Desperate. "I... want it. Sir... Master..."

Higgins stared for a long moment. Then he burst into a peal of loud, raucous laughter. "You know what? Sure. In fact, I've got a little something-something I've been cooking up for you, foxyboy." Nick's eyes followed the chief's hand as it moved to cup the hippo's full--too full--and heavy ballsack. The hippo hissed, his eyes clenching shut. His still-hard shaft jumped and jerked as something pushed through the bulging ridge along the length of its underside. As Higgins let out a deeply-satisfied groan, something long and insectile pushed out of his piss slit to scrabble and hiss in the open air, stretching the prey-male's cockflesh with its obscene girth.

Nick gulped; he'd seen that creature before, or at least something like it. He'd seen it being fed into Delgato as the lion was reprogrammed. He'd seen the backside of one of those creatures disappearing down Rhinowitz's throat just moments prior. And come to think of it, the fox had both seen and felt something long and many-legged writhing under the flesh and fur of Snarloff's distended belly.

"Well?" The Master met his Toy's eyes. "If you want it, you need to get on all fours and offer yourself." The words were low and quiet, and for a moment the fox could imagine it was Sire's crackling voice crooning them out. "Offer yourself to me completely. Be mine and mine alone.."

Nick allowed those words to bounce around within his lust-fogged mind. And then he began to squirm in his bindings; he had been issued an order, and it was his duty as a Toy to fulfill it. Higgins just stood back and watched the pred's struggling for a moment, a grin of vicious satisfaction on his face; and then he reached up to yank the chains of his foxyboy's ankle cuffs off the hooks in the ceiling, and let them drop onto the desk. Once he was free, it only took a moment--even with his arms cuffed behind him--for Nick to roll onto his belly and offer his gaping, leaking cunny.

"Ah ah, foxyboy." Higgins moved around the desk to Nick's front end. As he loomed over the prone fox, his hand settled atop the Toy's head and turned it to the side; and like a magnet to iron, the creature emerging from the hippo's cock surged forward to crawl into Nick's flicking ear. Pain shot through the fox's skull like a firecracker going off within it, sharp and overwhelming; and then warmth. Bliss. Sweet and heady emptiness, wrapped in a thick blanket of mindless arousal.

A guffaw as Higgins smacked his smut-smeared length across Nick's snout, and then settled it right atop the fox's nose. "Good foxyboy. You're mine. Your mouth, your cunny, and every other inch of you is mine to do with as I please." He smirked. "I decide when, where, and if you get a cock in you. Understand?"

No words. Not even a grunt or nod of acknowledgement from the fox. Just a deep sniff to fill his lungs with his Master's scent.

"Good boy. There's still plenty of cleaning up house to do, especially with what Bogo left behind. But don't you worry your little head over it." Higgins grasped his cock by the base, and slowly fed it through the ring gag and into Nick's mouth. "Suck." And as the pred did, his eyes slipping shut in bliss, the chief looked over to Rhinowitz; the other prey-male was still kneeling exactly where the hippo had left him. "You up for a second round?"

"Always, sir." The haze hadn't left the rhino's eyes, either; but his large, thick, flat-tipped shaft stood at full, throbbing erection. And when he stood to push that cock balls-deep into the overfilled hole below the Toy's perked-up tail, Rhinowitz lowed with bestial arousal once more and began pounding away.

"Good boy." Higgins' smirk widened as he looked both the other prey-male and the pred over. Their sweaty, naked bodies. The flushes of arousal on their faces. The tremblings of deep-seated, insistent lust in every move they made. "Good boys. Good little pets."

Chief Higgins sighed and began to rock his hips as he felt his shaft plump back up to turgid erection. Rhinowitz panted and huffed in near-feral pleasure as he rutted the Toy bound underneath him. What had once been Nick groaned and hummed, suckling on the hardening cock in his mouth while milking the one in his passage with practiced ease. There was still plenty of work to do, and the trio had all afternoon to do it.

And Master or Toy, they loved their work.