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A Proper Foxy Officer

For Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

It was his first assignment, and Nick Wilde was already more than a little antsy. The anxiousness of waiting for the chief to come around for the private briefing, already rather high, was made all the worse by the fact that Judy wasn't there. He had been told that this was an assignment that had to be taken solo, but that hadn't explained why Carrots couldn't be there for the briefing, at least.

Was this another way of just harassing him until he quit? The rest of the department seemed bound and determined to see him pack his bags, even with all he'd done for Zootopia. They saw a fox and had their own ideas, but -

Click.

Nick made himself relax as he heard the familiar hoofbeats of the chief. He chuckled, leaning back against his hands, feigning relaxation that he didn't feel.

"Chief. Bogo. Buddy. Glad that you finally made it."

"You are the one that should be happy. I finally found a use for you."

"Oh, harsh. You really look down on me that much? Do I need to start - nnngh!"

He'd been about to reference the Fair Treatment Act that had been part and parcel to both Judy and his entrance to the academy and to the force, but the rather sharp pain of a needle sliding into his neck caught him off-guard. The fox gripped his neck, fingers on either side of the sharp point, but couldn't get a word out until it slid back out. By then, a strange heat was already running up to his head and down into his torso, leaving him panting and shaking.

"Chief...completely...nnngh...completely begging your pardon here, but what the hell was that?"

"The thing that will let you actually keep your cover, Mr. Wilde."

The chief sat down, the cape buffalo shaking his head as he crossed his arms. Nick tried to come up with a quip for the stupidity of the situation, but even though the ache in his neck was fading, that warm fuzziness running through his veins had his attention. It felt like the various drugs that had been part of his street days with Finnick, but there was something else there, something stronger.

Something darker.

"I have been trying to find some use for you since you applied to the Academy, Mr. Wilde," Chief Bogo said. "I was hoping, frankly, that you would wash out during training, but Officer Hopps has clearly helped you learn how to do this properly. So, we will have to put you to use regardless.

"However, I doubt that you will ever make for a normal officer. You are reckless, and you have little regard for authority of any sort. The only way that I can think to put you to use is to put you into the undercover roles."

"Lovely. And that required - mmph - that meant that you had...had to stab me, did it? I knew I pissed you off, but...ah...ah...Is it hot in here?"

It certainly felt it. The entire room felt like it was heating up, like he'd been paradropped into the savannah part of the city. His shirt felt too tight, and he swore that he was sweating up a storm. At the same time, there was...something else, something tingling between his legs like someone had just shoved a vibrator down there. Not the first time that he'd felt that either, but there was something new to it, something that made him feel things when he looked at the chief.

Ain't half bad, for a guy...

Nick groaned, still cupping his neck as Bogo continued.

"However, even as an undercover operative, you will still need to fit certain roles, follow certain rules, and you are far too clever for your own good for that. Even now, you're already trying to make quips, slide out of role, and see if you can get my goat."

"Horned goat. Buffalo. Milk."

"I see that the drugs are working, at least. No more smart mouth...only a very dumb one."

Nick might have laughed at the first semblance of wit that he had ever seen from the chief if he'd been in a better headspace for it. Instead, he felt like he was losing himself, drifting off from the situation at hand. Every beat of his heart made that fuzziness spread further through him, bringing with it a heat and sensitivity that made it hard for him to process the more and more complicated words coming out of Bogo's mouth. Instead, all he could think about was how sexy the beastly boy in front of him was.

His eyes dropped down, looking at the crotch of the buffalo's pants. He'd always thought that they were rather tight, but now, they looked positively filled to bursting. He licked his lips -

"You have clearly stopped listening."

"Mmm, you're not exactly talking with the right stuff, chief."

"You have become the sort of vixen we need, I suppose," Bogo said, and Nick shrugged. "You were too clever to be a cop. But a dumb fox will be perfectly suitable for both the cover-roles of a prostitute and for use as a department morale booster."

"Mmm, I can boost plenty of things."

Some part of him, shrinking away, was vaguely aware of the things that were coming out of his mouth. This wasn't the clever fox that had done things for the city, that had helped save a friend's reputation or keep the other predators from being kicked out of the city. This was some dumb little floozy, the epitome of a fox slut.

No, the epitome of a vixen slut, who had the reputation across the city of being the easiest cock-suckers in the world. It was said that the simple sight of a fat dick was enough to bring a vixen to her knees and have her offering her mouth to the male in question, and for the first time in his life, Nick was starting to understand the appeal. Every time that he dropped his eyes, his head fuzzed a little further, almost like looking at that dick was burning off bits of IQ every time that he had a good look at its size.

He wondered how it would feel in his mouth.

He wondered how it would taste on his tongue.

He wondered if he could make it cum faster than some regular lady could.

"Are you even listening to me, Mr. Wilde?"

"Mmm, why don't you call me Ms. Wilde?"

"..."

"I mean, if it gets your dick harder."

"Are you even -"

"Mmm...hot Bogo. Always thought you were a looker...and now..."

"Well...I suppose that solves the problem of you getting too clever for your own good."

"Less talking, more dicking."

His cock was hard as could be in his uniform, a uniform that no longer entirely fit him. Or at least, it felt too tight and hot for that. Nick's head spun as he tried to rise out of the chair in some sort of sultry way, only to fall backwards as soon as he got to his feet. He fell flat over the desk part of the briefing chair, legs in the air and cock throbbing hard in the front of his uniform. He laughed, knowing how high and dumb it sounded, and the part of him that remembered what he used to be rapidly disappeared.

"Mmm, come here...help me get outta this..."

"First things first, Wilde. You will still help the department, and for that, you need a new uniform."

It hadn't taken long to get used to the new clothes. A pair of panties that were as red as the uniforms were blue, so skimpy that they disappeared on him as soon as they went on and made his ever-throbbing cock look like it was just a pathetic little thing. A skirt that didn't even go down below his ass cheeks and was constantly lifted up by his tail or his boner. A vest that looked like some sort of stripper apparel with a badge that didn't register to anything in the department.

All of it fit the dumb little fox perfectly, and he moaned as he went to his knees as soon as he had it on. Bogo rewarded him with that fat cock, and he all but attacked it, pulling it past his lips and dragging it over his tongue. It tasted just as thick and strong and salty and perfect as he could have ever imagined.

As he bobbed his head down to the midpoint, gagging slightly at the tip, he felt the rest of the shaft throb all the harder. His difficulty only turned the chief on? How much would the chief like this, then?

He pulled back to the head, dragging his tongue up all the way. His vision was hazed over with some sort of pink overlay, making it feel like he was looking at some cheesy porno flick, but that was hot, too. Nick smiled as he circled the broad head of the chief's cock, teasing it, licking, lapping over the urethra before he tilted his head back and -

Squelch.

All the way to the base in one fell swoop, taking the whole thing without more than a few seconds of gagging. He pressed one hand to his throat as he pressed his lips tight around the base of that fat shaft, leaving Bogo panting and groaning. Those big, three-fingered hands rested on the back of his head, and even dumb as a vixen could be, he knew what was coming. He grinned as much as a muzzle might do around a shaft, braced himself, and sucked hard as he was slowly pulled back toward the tip.

The face-fuck that followed was just what he needed, and he felt his cock jerking and twitching in his panties as he sucked away. Every thrust was as good as a good stroke of his shaft, and he could feel the panties sticking to him as much as his spit was sticking to that long, meaty shaft.

In, out, in, out, and as the chief fucked his face, he was vaguely aware of other voices. They were quiet, at first, but they were getting louder. Phone clicks followed, and then the low whirr of video recordings.

There was no telling what they were doing. He had long-since stopped thinking clear enough to know what they were doing, how they looked at him, but he knew one thing. He smelled more cocks around him, and that meant just one thing to the vixen in training.

There were more cocks to suck, and that made him happy.

The End

Summary: Nick Wilde pisses off Bogo one time too many, and is mentally downshifted to a slutty 'vixen.'

Tags: M/M, Mind Control, Drug, IQ Loss, Nick Wilde, Humiliation, Zootopia, Bogo, Fox, Oral, Blowjob, Size Difference, Rule 34, Pre-Cum, Deepthroat, Cape Buffalo,