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Nick Wilde was in the examining room wearing a hospital gown and nothing else. It felt terribly stiff and starchy on his skin. Every few moments or so he would have to pick at a certain spot of it so that it wouldn't just stick there. The room was uncomfortably chilly. He felt the AC brush its way down the crack of his gown. His orange fox tail hung over the edge of the table next to his legs. He stared off into his lap where his paws were folded. There was a lot on his mind, enough to keep him quiet.

The door swung open, jerking him out of his trance. He looked up, hoping to see the doctor walk in. Instead it was Chief Bogo, the guy who got him in this situation. He was a water buffalo, big like one too. His blue officer uniform hugged his muscle-swollen frame, most tightly around his incredible biceps. He was holding a clipboard which looked tiny in his enormous hoof hands. A tiny pair of half-moon glasses were perched on his nose. "Doctor's gonna be in another minute," he said in his rumbling baritone. "She'll have the shot with her, and we'll begin."

Nick took a deep breath. He was nervous, but didn't feel like holding this off a minute longer than he needed to. "Did you see it?"

Bogo looked up from his clipboard. "See what?"

"The needle."

"No, why?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to know what it looked like."

Bogo smirked. "I don't think it's that big. They'll shoot you once in the bum and that will be it. It's not a spinal injection or anything. You know, I wouldn't have figured the guy who's been shot at to be afraid of needles."

Nick scoffed. "I'm not. I just..." He sighed and scratched his head where there was no itch. "I wanna know how things are gonna go before they go."

"We went over this," Bogo said, somewhat impatient. "They'll poke you up, you'll transform, and that'll be it. They ran all the tests on your blood. It'll work out fine. You saw the videos of the other test subjects."

Test subject. That's what Nick was. Not an officer of the law, not a fox, a test subject, the kind they prodded with needles and loaded with drugs, something that would be happening in just a few minutes. "Yeah, I did. Those guys were nervous too, I could tell. Why shouldn't I?"

"I'm just trying to help you out." Bogo sat down on a stool in the corner, making it look small like every other thing he came in contact with. "I'd do it myself if I could. You know that. So would a lot of the other guys. You just volunteered first, is all." Bogo had said that plenty of times already. If Nick didn't know any better, it sounded like he was trying to convince him.

"Yeah," Nick said, looking back down into his lap. "I know."

The past few months hadn't been easy on Nick or Judy, his rabbit girlfriend. A recent rent hike had bitten them both in the ass at the most inopportune time. With them still paying off medical bills for an accident that occurred a few months ago, they found themselves struggling to pay the following months' rent. They both volunteered for extra hours at the station which helped a little, but didn't pull them out of the hole entirely. As Nick calculated it, it was gonna be another half year until they were stable enough to make rent reliably.

Then a unique opportunity presented itself.

Recent investigations in the mafia had unveiled connections between them and Zootopia's favorite star, Gazelle. She was being extorted for favors she had asked for in the past, ones the Mafia refused to accept money for. She was forced to sponsor Mafia run enterprises and perform in less than scrupulous locations. The police questioned her, and she came clean. They asked if she was willing to wear a wire. With fear for her life and her loved ones, she said 'no'. Nor would she testify.

That didn't mean they were out of options. Recent advancements in DNA technology had enabled scientists to create serums that could rewrite an animal's bodily structure into an entirely different one. Mixing the serum with someone's DNA and injecting it into somebody would have them transformed within minutes. More importantly, it could be reversed. The solution to bringing them back was as simple as injecting them with their own DNA.

The ZPD quickly adopted this technology and utilized it on their undercover detectives. There wasn't anyone they couldn't impersonate perfectly. Undercover work became infinitely easier and safer. Nobody had to worry about blown covers, so long as the technology remained a secret. Even if or when the public found out, it would help increase paranoia within the criminal organizations and reduce their efficiency. It was an immense blessing.

Problem was, very few cops were willing to try it. It's tough convincing someone to inject a weird-science goop that contained someone's blood into their own. Transformations, though mostly painless, looked bizarre and unnatural. There weren't many volunteers, even among the bravest of undercover cops. It soon looked like the technology was worthless, up until the commissioner proposed a mighty pay raise and pension for the cops willing to go through with it.

Nick and Judy heard about it. Neither of them were too keen on going through with it, but their financial situation wasn't leaving them too many options. They had a long, hard talk about it over dinner one night. They asked the serious questions: Would you stay with me if the transformation couldn't be undone? Would you be OK if I was gone for a while? Do you think you could handle seeing me as a different person altogether?

The answers for Judy were unanimously 'yes'. Nick was less certain. He didn't think he could bring himself to watch Judy go through with all of that, so he volunteered. He received his pay raise, and the date for the injection was set. He would transform, then meet with the pop star in private to practice her mannerisms. From there, they would plan a way to get info out of the mob.

But first, Nick had to get the jab. That moment finally arrived once the doctor showed up. She stepped through the door carrying a stainless steel tray. She was a hedgehog, short and stocky. Her quills were trimmed short so as not to poke any patients, at least not accidentally. She let the door close behind her and smiled at Nick. "Mr. Wilde! I hope we're doing well today!"

"I am, thanks," he said with a small amount of enthusiasm.

"That's good to hear. I'm Doctor Jaleel. I'll be injecting you today."

"Awesome. Have you done this before?"

"You're my third. We've done this to a total of 15 people now. You'll be lucky number 16."

"Is 16 a lucky number?"

"It is for you!" She pulled out a rolly table and laid the tray down. The needle was on top of it. It wasn't big, not like something someone would extract marrow with, but it wasn't a booster shot either. Inside the cylinder was a sickly yellow liquid, almost like something he would see in an energy drink can. A tiny bubble of air jostled around in the middle of it, right between two black lines. It looked like a level tool, the ones that made him wonder what kind of juice was inside of them. He knew exactly what kind was in this one, but that didn't help his nerves. "So, we're gonna have you lie on your belly for us. I'm gonna wipe some alcohol on your butt and then jab it. From there the change is gonna start pretty fast. You'll be looking like pretty ol' Gazelle in about five to ten minutes."

"Gotcha." He looked up at Bogo. "And you gotta be here for it?"

"I'm afraid so. I got you into this mess. I gotta make sure everything goes smoothly."

"Of course you do."

"It won't hurt a whole lot, but it's gonna be uncomfortable." Jaleel told him. "It'll be like going through a super fast growth spurt. You'll feel all tingly and warm. All 15 guys before you said it was no big deal."

"Yeah, OK. Were any of those guys, ya know, guys, that turned into girls?"

Jaleel and Bogo both smiled. "As a matter of fact, half of them were. Losing your bits is gonna be as bad as losing some hair during a nice haircut. You might enjoy it, who knows."

Nick chuckled. "Yeah, maybe."

"Are you ready?"

Nick took a deep breath. He didn't think he'd ever be totally ready for something like this, but there wasn't any point in delaying the inevitable. "Yeah. Let's go."

"Alright. Get on your belly for me."

Nick pulled his legs onto the examining table and obeyed. He the exposed part of his buttocks in the cool hospital air. He was even more sensitive to Bogo's gaze which he was all but certain was on his ass. He looked over and saw Bogo with his face inauspiciously pointed up to the ceiling. He wasn't looking at the moment, but curiosity would get the better of him and attain a few glances at his plump orange glutes. Nick just looked ahead and tried to pretend he wasn't there.

Jaleel undid the bottom few ties on his gown and pulled them apart. She grabbed his tail and tossed it to the side. She plucked a pair of blue gloves and snapped them on her paws. On the tray with the needle were a pair of alcohol wipe packs. She tore one open and swiped it on his butt cheek. The fur around it erupted with gooseflesh, floofing out his tail and stiffening his nipples. Jaleel picked the needle up. She slid the protector off and grabbed a hunk of his haunch, spreading the hairs out and revealing the pale skin underneath. She brought the needle down, thumb locked onto the butt of the plunger. She laid the flat side of the needle on his skin, brought it upright, and slid it into his haunch.

It hurt about as much as every other shot he'd gotten in the past. No more than a bee sting, no less than a pinch. It went only as deep as the fat, not even approaching his glute. Jaleel slid the plunger down, and the injection was complete. She pulled it out of him and dumped it in the waste bin. "Alright," she said. "Now we wait. It's gonna start within a few seconds now." She took a step back.

Nick didn't feel anything at the moment other than the teeny ache in his buttock. He got up and sat with his legs over the edge. He waited for the first sensation. He felt a slight pressure in his gut, but he didn't think that was anything other than his nerves. He felt fine. His mind was clear. Everything was going smoothly.

Then it started.

A queer prickling sensation blossomed across his skin, starting around his lower back. It felt like an extra severe case of gooseflesh. Every fur on his body stood on its end, floofing him out tremendously. He held his arm up and looked at it. Individual furs jostled and shook randomly like grasses disturbed by a small animal. Suddenly, they started to shrink, retracting into his arm like a reversed time lapse.

"Oh boy..." he said. His voice cracked on the second syllable. He put his paw to his throat. He could feel his trachea shrinking in his throat. The cartilage and tendons around it went taut, standing out against the skin of his neck. He tried speaking again, but all that came out was a measly squeak. "Ahh..."

The shrinking of his hairs happened all across his body, all at once. It felt like his body was being constricted by hundreds of rubber bands. "I gotta... I gotta..." cracked his voice. He reached back and untied the gown. He shrugged it off, leaving himself naked. He hardly registered that Bogo and Jaleel were watching just feet away. Jaleel was calm and unperturbed, Bogo less so. Nick leaned back on his arms. He looked at his belly where the furs finally came to a stop. They weren't orange anymore. They were a flat tan color, creamy and smooth. His entire body was still a fox's, covered as it was by short bovid fur. What couldn't be seen was the swashing and churning of his insides. It was like somebody was sticking their paws into his gut and mixing his organs around all willy-nilly. He put his paw on his belly and groaned. He felt gases inflate his gut. A burp brapped out of his mouth. "Buuuuuhhhh... Ah, sorry... Buuhhhhhhh..."

"That's OK," Jaleel said. "It's good to get that out."

Get it out he did, again and again, filling the examining room with his echoing burps. It was though he had chugged an entire 2 liter bottle of diet cola. With every burp that deflated his gut a bit, yet another round of air would clog it and come ripping out through his mouth. His innards eventually finished getting into place. His muscles were next. He felt his arms go taut, stretching them out in front of him involuntarily. What had been densely cut muscle softened into long, flexible sinews. Whatever fat was on his limbs either readjusted elsewhere or sizzled away. His legs were given the same treatment. They stretched and solidified across his thighs and calves, giving him the feeling like he could kick a door down or jump high enough to dunk a basketball. He started to rub the topside of his thigh and noticed how slender they had become. His claws had shrunk back into his fingertips, becoming short and thick nubs of keratin. They were no longer paws, but hooves.

"Ahh!" A great clamping sensation gripped at his crotch. He looked down at his manhood, a fuzzy pouch of white containing too round fruit. His sheathe split open to allow a powerful erection to sprout through. His penis was a deep pink, tall, thick and proud, but not for long. Just as quickly as it appeared it started to shrink. A sensation like somebody pouring sand onto his cock made his leg muscles shake and quiver. His eyes, no longer an emerald green but a savannah amber, went wide as he watched his member implode in on itself as if under some invisible pressure. His scrotum suffered the same treatment, shrinking into a bitty golf ball that could hardly be classified as a man's. The weight on his loins grew heavier. His package not only shrank but bagan to slink down further between his thighs where it began to cave into his pelvis. His cock disappeared underneath his waist where it vanished into a crevice. An involuntary gasp sucked through his mouth like a woman in ecstasy. His penis melded into a pearly clit, wrapped over by a pair of neatly sized cunt-lips. His balls were no more, blossoming instead into a perfectly functional pair of ovaries.

Yet another gasp rocked him, throwing his head back and into an arch. This time his chest was struck by intense tingles, most starkly around his nipples. He knew what time it was. He stared down at his chest; he had to see this. His nipples, a pair of small, perky cones of charcoal, began to fatten and spread. Their color softened into a more chocolatey brown. The tips lengthened ever so slightly, forming ducts. Finally his pecs began to swell. His face grew hot. His chest jutted forward, slowly forming a pair of round breasts both supple and firm. They hung off of him with a weight greater than he expected for their size. He was just ready to give them a squeeze when he felt a more demanding sensation down below.

The muscles in his butt began to shake and quiver. He felt himself rising up like a barber's chair being pumped. He pulled himself back onto the table and laid on his side, his back facing Jaleel and Bogo, the latter of which kept his paw over his mouth in shock. Nick propped his upper body up on one elbow and watched with some level of fascination and horror as his normally well honed buttocks started to swell into something absolutely bodacious. Like a balloon wrapped around a running faucet they grew, grew, and grew. The feeling was like somebody filling his ass cheeks with gelatin, which is what it felt like when he groped it. By the time they were done his haunches had become a pair of mounds so obnoxious that he didn't think he'd be able to wear anything over them.

And he still wasn't done. The last stage was upon him: his bones. "Ahhhhhh..." All at once his skeleton started to stretch vertically. His spine telescoped open, thinning into a long, whip-like branch. His shoulders shortened. His limbs thinned out. His long, fluffy fox tail sucked into his back to become a nubby stub of fur that didn't even reach a quarter-way down his butt crack, not that his enormous glutes would allow almost any other tail to do that. His skull and snout slimmed out. Horns twisted and grew out of the back of his head like a newly sprouted plant. They soon became a majestic pair of branches that were longer than even his elongated neck was tall.

He groaned and squirmed on the table. There was little pain, but the discomfort was very, very real. It was like his body was being shoved into a mold that wasn't his, twisting, grinding and squishing his flesh into a shape he wasn't designed for. With it came several other sensations both pleasant and unkind. His body was taking the final steps to reorganize the more minute details of his body. His ears flattened, grew out, and flopped down to his neck. Slim black markings ran down from his eyes. His teeth lost their edge and became smooth incisors. Finally the hair on his head grew out into an auburn curtain that reached his shoulders.

It was over. Nick was no longer Nick, but the fabulous Gazelle. He slumped onto his back and panted heavily. It was like he had just run a marathon. He dared to look down at himself. There was his bosom, his soft tummy, his neatly placed slit, and his long legs. He gulped and tried to talk. "Ah- Ahhh..." He clapped his hoof over his mouth. The noise he made was not at all a man's, but that of a soft spoken woman. He let go of his mouth and made another sound. "Ahhh..." It was like listening to a recording of his voice, only much more unnervingly surreal.

Jaleel smiled proudly. "How do you feel?"

"I feel... Alright." He held his arms out above his face and flexed his hooves. "A little stretched out, but nothing hurts." He sat upright. He felt the weight of his tits hanging off of his chest. He rubbed his feet together. They felt about a foot farther away than they should have been. He put his hoof hand on his face and felt how different it was. He rubbed his lips around, amazed by the shape of his new teeth.

Bogo was equally struck. He wasn't the man to admit it, but he was one of Gazelle's biggest fans, going back to her earliest albums. Seeing what could've been her so close made his belly churn with excitement. He was a 7 and a half foot tall, 360 pound water buffalo, yet he felt like a fangirl ready to faint. He cleared his throat and coughed into his fist. That got Nick and Jaleel's attention.

Nick realized that he was naked and crossed his legs and covered his chest. "Easy there, chief. Watch where you're looking."

Bogo blushed harder than Nick had ever seen. "Ah, sorry Gaz- ah, Nick." he gulped and turned his head away. "I'm glad things went well."

"Yeah, me too." Nick still wasn't used to hearing a woman's voice come out of him. He reckoned there was a lot to get used to. Jaleel fetched a small hand mirror and gave it to him. Nick looked at himself and gasped. There was Gazelle's perfectly molded face looking back at him, eyes wide with shock. He moved the mirror around to check out every angle. He flexed his jaw and bared his teeth. Yup, it was real. He was the most famous woman in Zootopia. There was only one thing wrong. "Uhhh, my hair is red. Gazelle is blonde, isn't she?"

"She dyes it," Bogo said, reciting one of the many facts he knew by heart. "I mean... We had to figure out everything about her, including that."

Nick narrowed his eyes. "Sure..." He reached down and picked the gown off of the floor. He stood on the floor to put it on. "Whoa..." he grabbed the table to stay upright.

"Take your time. Don't rush it," Jaleel said.

"I'm not." He put the gown back on and noticed how much further up it was on his thighs. His breasts bulged it around the chest. Two little bumps appeared where his nipples were. He looked down his back and marveled at his ass. He flicked his little deer tail. "Damn, I forgot how thick Gazelle was. All the guys are gonna be checking me out." He rubbed his hooves down those curvy slopes. He enjoyed how smooth and firm they were. Bogo liked it too, judging by how many times his eyes cut towards him.

"You'll be a crowd favorite, that's for sure," Jaleel quipped.

Nick noticed something down below, around his groin. It was a sensation that had started in the middle of his transformation and persisted. He thought it would dissipate, but it hadn't. It was like an internal pressure within his new lady parts. A significant heat had built up along with it, urging him to squeeze and rub his thighs together. "Ah, Doc. I kinda feel... Around my dick, er, my... You know..."

"We call that a vagina, Nick. Welcome to the having one club."

"Ahah, yeah. It feels like there's something going on down there. It doesn't hurt, but it's like. I gotta touch it or scratch it." Bogo shifted uncomfortably on his stool. He felt something very similar.

"That's normal. About every part of your body's been stimulated to a degree it hasn't in years, or ever. You're gonna feel a very heavy sense of arousal."

"You mean... I'm horny?" Jaleel nodded. Bogo's face got redder. "Ah, that makes sense." He bit his lips and rubbed his thighs together. It felt like a void was growing inside of him, demanding to be filled. "Yup, that's what it is. Ahh... What should I do about it?"

Jaleel shrugged. "I don't know. It's your body. Do what you want with it. I'm no judge. Now that everything's straight, I'll leave it to you two gentlemen to go about your business. Do you have any questions?" Both men shook their heads. "Alright then. I'll leave you to it." She gathered her tray and left them alone.

Nick saw Bogo with his body and head turned around almost completely. "It's OK, Bogo. You can look. Don't act like you don't want to."

Bogo coughed into his fist again and turned around. "Right, sorry. It's just proper manners to look away when in the presence of an indecent woman."

"Indecent? Please, I'm fine as hell." Nick tilted his ass out at him, showing him the faintest bit of naked curve. "I see why all the guys talk about her. I could jump off of a building and survive by landing on these things." He gave them a wiggle. "What do you think? The guys are gonna go wild, aren't they?"

Bogo couldn't talk. His mind was struggling to hold on to the reality that what was in front of him was not his beloved Gazelle trying to seduce him, but his coworker asking him a cheeky (no pun intended) question. His pants grew tight around his crotch. He squirmed in his seat. "Yeah, I reckon they will."

Nick saw how uncomfortable he was getting. He pulled his ass around and blushed. "Sorry. Wasn't trying to act like a slut. I was just..." He looked up at Bogo to make his apology more sincere, but stopped when he noticed something. Bogo was a big man, something Nick always recognized and eventually grew blind to. Now he started to notice something else. For the first time he noticed Bogo's shoulders and how broad they were. He saw the epic thrust of his concrete pecs. His thighs were like tree trunks and his hips were titanic. Most controversial was the arrogant jut of his penis as it hardened in his pants.

Nick felt a sharp twang in his loins. Once again his thighs rubbed together out of reflex. The void grew bigger, demanding service. All that would suffice at that moment was what lay behind the fabric of Bogo's pants. Nick hatched an idea, one so devious and out of the ordinary that it would've made him puke as a fox. Now it made a conniving grin rise to his mouth. He backed up to the table and sat on the edge.

"God... This body feels weird, man." He opened his legs and grabbed the hem of the gown. "It's really hot between my legs. You know, around my pussy." The phrase "my pussy" was very strange to say. "God, it's like a boner, but it's not. It's something else." With his face turned away, jaw slack, cheeks red, he pulled his gown up to his belly. There was his cunt, nicely placed within the epicenter of his loins. It was parted open slightly, gnarled and moist, shimmering in the ceiling lights. His moisture clung to the insides of his thigh. Bogo could tell just how horny he was just by looking at it. Nick slid his hoof down into it. "Do you think if I... touch myself... I can make myself cum?"

Bogo didn't answer. His eyes slid down in their sockets as they traced Nick's fingertips down towards his pussy. Nick's middle finger brushed the top fringe of his cunt. He gasped softly, feeling the first nip of joy. There was his answer. "Oh, I think I can~" Down went his fingers into that womanly cave. He hardly knew exactly where to go, but his body was happy to give him hints. There were corners, edges and bumps that made more of a reaction than others. He gasped with each touch. The aching arousal grew heavier. He couldn't move his paw out if he tried. He had started something. He was going to finish.

Bogo was too stunned to do or say anything. This was a fantasy he'd never even dreamt of, but he'd be damned if he didn't take advantage of it. He unconsciously unbuttoned his pants and undid the fly. He pulled them down below his underwear. He peeled them down too and revealed his vainglorious manhood. Bogo's penis was a fat column of bovid masculinity that made Nick gasp once he saw it. It was slung over to the side limply but quickly gaining stature. Powerful veins, some of which bulged the charcoal skin which wrapped around it, worked hard to pump him full of blood, bringing his cock out into its breathtaking zenith. His balls were equally impressive, hanging out like a pair of overly ripe plums ready to drop off the branch. He stroked his cock gently, eyes still glued to Nick's gorgeous flower.

Nick smiled. "Like what you see, big boy?"

"Y-y-yes..."

"Mmm, I see that. Ohh... So do I... You're really big. I like that~"

"Th-th-thankyou..."

"Do you want to be inside this sweet gazelle pussy?"

"Oh God..." The jaw of the man who had been in gunfights and vilified the weak fought back tears. "Yes please..."

"Mmm, good~" Nick was no longer Nick. He had disappeared the moment the needle had left his backside. All that remained was Gazelle. She sat up and shrugged the gown down her arms, fully revealing her immaculate body. She got off the table and walked up to him, hips swaying, dainty on her feet. There were no clumsy missteps or loss of balance. Her body was entirely hers now. Bogo watched transfixed as she climbed onto his lap and rested her hooves on his shoulders. She closed her eyes and kissed his sturdy lips. He didn't kiss back. He was paralyzed. A pitiful squeak slipped out of him. She smacked her lips on his for a few more moments before coming off with a soft gasp. "Chief Bogo, you're so big and strong~ I could touch you forever. Won't you touch me?"

He wasn't so sure. He was worried something so magnificent would be sullied if he touched it. She did him the favor of grabbing his wrists and laying his hand hooves on her ass. He sank his fingers into them, amazed by their soft texture. He massaged them deeply. He couldn't get enough. "There we go," she purred. "That's it." She kissed him again. Her hand hooves slid down to his chest where she scratched at his pecs. She pressed her bosom into him. Her belly grated on his cock which was hot to the touch. Her cunny quivered. He was so close, but still so far. It was time to change that.

She stopped kissing him and held onto his shoulders. She pulled herself up so that she could stand her feet on his knees. She lifted her cunt over his cock, grabbed it and directed it to her hole, and sat down. Dense meat touched wet, sensitive flesh. A moan escaped the both of them, Bogo's more weakly. Gazelle felt her entire lower half shimmer. She pulled herself down, forcing her vulva onto his head until finally it managed to fit his manly girth.

That was as far as Bogo got.

"Huuuuuuuuahhhhhhhhhhh~!!!" He jerked in his stool and almost fell off of it. His cock burst with several fat ropes of cum, ones that filled her to the brim and began squelching back out around his throbbing shaft. Gazelle was taken by surprise, but bore it nicely. A smile came across her face as she felt him writhe and whimper underneath her. His cum was like a heavenly warmth that bloomed inside of her body.

His premature ejaculation eventually stopped, leaving him panting and wheezing like it was his first time. His face was scrunched and blood red. Sweat had broken out across his face. "Ohh... Ahh... Oh God... Ah... I'm sorry... Uhh, I'm so sorry... I... I..." He sounded like he was about to burst into tears.

"Shhhhhh, sweety. It's OK." Gazelle laid a gentle finger on his lips, hushing him. "We just got a little excited, is all. It happens to the best of us. Did that feel good?" He gulped and nodded. "I know it did. It felt good for me too." She kissed his cheek. "You'll do better next time, don't worry." She pulled her cunt off of him, unplugging a nasty wallop of nut that fell back down on his shaft. She hopped down to the floor nimbly. More cum seeped out of her and glopped onto the tile floor. "Whew! That was a lot. Although I'd expect no less. Do you think you can clean this up for me?"

Bogo blinked. He seemed to be back to reality. "Ah, yes ma'am. I, uh... I think I can."

"Great. I think I'll freshen up too." She stepped back up to him, laid her hoof on his jaw, and gently kissed his cheek before patting it. "I'll see you at the station tomorrow," she said in perfect Nick fashion. She then casually waddled off to the bathroom where she would clean herself, leaving behind a very shell shocked and limp-dicked water buffalo to wonder what had just happened.

* * *

Nick came to the station the next day well covered so as not to arouse attention. She didn't need an entire flock of admirers crowding the station which was full of enough people as it was. She walked inside wearing a long hoodie that concealed her identity. She wasn't supposed to show herself until she made it to the room where they would practice mannerisms. Clawhauser, the flamboyant, donut-worshiping cheetah, was at the front desk when she walked in. He was one of Gazelle's most rabid fans and would likely lose his shit at the sight of his idol waltzing in. He was sucking his fingers clean after downing a particularly tasty donut when she walked in.

"Hello, ma'am! How can I help you?"

She got to the front desk and leaned into it so that she could keep her voice down. Clawhauser could see her face but didn't think it was her thanks to the miscolored hair. "Hey, Clawhauser. It's me."

He frowned. "I'm sorry ma'am. I don't recognize you." He cringed and bowed his head. "Sorry... My memory isn't that great."

"No, you're fine. I don't usually go out like this." She chuckled. "It's me, Nick."

"Nick? I don't know any gal named Nick."

"No. Nick Wilde. I took the shot. I'm Gazelle now. Remember?"

Clawhauser wasn't lying when he said his memory wasn't so good. He knew who Nick was, and he definitely knew who Gazelle was. He simply could not piece together how they were rela-

His eyes shot open. "NICK?" His effeminate voice ripped across the entrance, jerking everyone's head around in their direction.

Nick put her finger to her mouth and shushed him harshly. "Yes! It's me! Keep it down!"

"Ope!" Clawhauser ducked his head and clamped his paws over his mouth. He moved them only to whisper reeeeaaaaally quietly. "Sorry. I forgot."

"Yeah. I noticed. It's OK."

"So you really look just like Gazelle?"

"Yeah, can't you tell?"

"I mean... not really. You've got some baggy clothes on. I can't really see your... You know..."

Nick smirked. "My ass?"

Clawhauser blushed hard and darted his eyes around. "Yeah... That."

"Don't worry. It's there." Nick knew how much Clawhauser adored Gazelle. He had all of her albums, listened to her 24/7, and attended every concert he could. Unlike Bogo, it was no secret at all how much he revered her. Nick had given Bogo a treat, why not Clawhauser? Gazelle took over. Nick was gone. "You wanna see it?"

"See it? You mean..?" He looked around. "Your butt?"

"No, my tax records. Yes, my butt, genius."

Clawhauser nearly lost his mind. His face turned even redder. "Well... I don't... I can't... What if... You don't... We shouldn't..." Every excuse in the book edged itself towards coming out of his mouth, but was quickly snatched back by the devil on his shoulder screaming at him to take this opportunity.

Gazelle did it for him. She strutted to the entrance of the desk and up to his chair. He watched dumbly as she took his paw. "Let's go somewhere private~"

He gulped. "OK..."

She stood him up and walked him to the farthest family restroom where there was little traffic and they could be alone. Nobody noticed them walk inside. Gazelle locked the door. Clawhauser stood in the center, paws fidgeting in front of his large belly. She faced him and lowered her hoodie, showing off her beautiful visage. He gasped and whispered, "Oh my God."

She pulled her hoodie off. She was wearing a white tank top before that came off too. She popped the button on her pants and undid her fly. She kicked her shoes off, and pushed the pants down. Once they were past the swell of her ass, they plummeted without resistance to her ankles. Clawhauser bit his lip. Here was his hero, a goddess, in almost full view in front of him. The only things keeping him from her absolute nature were her bra and panites which only further emphasized her form. She twirled around, making sure he got a nice look at her butt. She slid her hooves up from her thighs to under her breasts. "Gorgeous, isn't it?"

Clawhauser's jaw was hung. He nodded. "Yeah-huh..."

She giggled. "Wanna touch it?"

"Oh God, yes." He waddled over, belly jiggling. He didn't hesitate to lay his paws on her backside, something he had described to those who hadn't seen it as "Zootopia's Treasure". That only seemed more fitting once he got to glide his hands up and down its gossamer curves. A shudder of delight rumbled through him, making him hoot. "I. Am. The luckiest. Man. Alive. O. M. Goodness!" He honked her haunches and gave them a playful jiggle. "I could just play with these all day!"

Gazelle laughed. This wasn't quite the reaction she expected, but she appreciated it. "Go ahead. I've got time."

"Don't mind if I do~" He didn't hold back. He pinched, spread, and gently spanked her buttocks, giggling and snorting like a child. He sure felt like one, up until he felt the inevitable scrape of his penis against his underwear. He came to a stop. "Ah... That was fun."

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing! Nothing..." He let go and stood up. "I just thought that was enough."

She turned around. "You were having fun. You didn't-" She was cut off by the sight of his bulge, hidden partially by his overhanging paunch. "Oh, I see."

He blushed and covered his shame. "I'm sorry. I just... got excited."

"Nothing wrong with that. I'd be too." She grinned saucily and thrusted her hip to the side. "With an ass like this I can make all the boys go wild~"

He smiled stupidly. "Yeah. You, uh... You definitely can." He squeezed his scrotum.

She could see the clear outline of his cock as it continued to harden and grow. She knew it would've been too cruel to deny him what his body needed. She stepped up to him. He stood motionless, trapped like a deer in headlights. She wrapped her arms around him. She loved how fluffy he felt. Though his gut kept their hips separated, she could feel the proximity of his loins. "I know you're a big fan of Gazelle. You ever have any fantasies about doing things to her?"

He stood there silent for so long Gazelle thought he might've had a stroke. "Yes..." he eeped.

"Mmm, I bet you have~" She kissed him on the lips. Unlike Bogo, he immediately reciprocated and locked mouths with her. He hugged her back and copped himself two pawfuls of ass. She chirped through her nose. So far he was much more of a man than Bogo, at least sexually. She could taste every donut he had had that morning, like he had eaten an entire sample platter. When their mouths parted to breathe she smelled his breath, hot, heavy and sweet. It only enticed her to kiss him more and hug him tighter.

When they stopped he was panting desperately. "Oh gosh... Oh geez... I'm so hard down there... Gosh..."

"I bet you are. Take those pants off and make it easier on yourself."

"Ah, yes ma'am." He backed off and unbuckled. Once the button was undone the zipper flew down on its own. He dropped his pants and then his underwear. His cock sprung forward, a nice thick cylinder of black meat, already dripping precum. His balls hung nicely in a fuzzy yellow pouch. Gazelle thought it a shame he was so fat, it would've made his cock look better. Oh well. That meant there was more of him to hug and cuddle.

She smirked and turned around. She slid her thumbs into her panties and dropped them to her ankles, freeing her triumphant ass. She went to the wall and bent over. She opened her legs, showing him the outer fringe of her sweet, sweet cunny. "Come and get it, big boy~"

"Yes ma'am..." He waddled over, nearly tripping on the pants around his ankles. He grabbed her hip and his penis. He bit his lip and gently pressed it to her vulva. She shivered and gasped. The void was back, demanding fulfillment. Clawhauser obliged and slid inside of her with an audible schlick.

The both of them sighed together. Gazelle felt her body melt on him. Her walls were like a velvet swaddle on his cock, nearly making him cum right then and there. He didn't, fortunately, already solidifying him as a better lay than Bogo. He grabbed her hip with both paws and started thrusting. His hips plopped on her ass just hard enough to make a noise. Ripples waved through the flesh of her buttocks. His own jiggled and shook with each clench and unclench. He used as much length as he could, but was careful not to slip out.

They both moaned and with equal volume. In the back of their minds they were aware of where they were and tried to keep quiet. Regardless, the room reverberated with their joyous sighs and whimpers. Gazelle's majestic horns swooned along with her head. Her eyes were closed, twisted by an expression of delight. Clawhauser was much the same way, hanging his jaw open and breathing hard. As the muscles in his thighs and butt began to ache, he thought to himself about how he needed to lose weight.

The pleasure grew and grew, making their voices go higher in pitch as well as volume. Clawhauser couldn't deny the truth anymore and spoke it. "Ahhh... Gazelle... I'm gonna cum... Yeah... I'm close..."

She managed to speak through the pleasure. "Yes... Baby, huhh... Cum for me... Inside... Mmmm.... Ohh... Ohhh... Yes... Yes~"

It was only three more thrusts, each one more stilted than the last, and Clawhauser obeyed. His head threw back. His lips formed a snarl. His black-banded cheetah tail shot into a line above his clenched ass. "HHHHHNNNNFFFFFFFGGGGHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" Spittle squirted out from between his gritted teeth. More fluids came out through his cock in a series of sharp spurts, filling Gazelle's womb quickly. Gazelle's gasped and moaned out with him. His seed was warm as it was heavenly. She pushed back on him, urging for more of that divine nectar. He delivered in full.

Once he was done he doubled over and gasped loudly. Sweat was dripping off of him. To him it was like running a marathon: exhausting but extremely satisfying. He caught his breath and pulled out. He saw a plug of his cum ooze from her cunt and plop onto the tiles below. She did a little shake and stood upright as her fuzzy deer tail did. "Well, that was lovely~" she huffed. She turned around, smiling. "I believe you enjoyed that too?"

"Ahh..." He wiped his brow with his forearm and took a few more breaths. His legs were shaking like leaves. A pearl of cum dripped from his hanging cock. "Yeah... I, uh... I think so."

"Good to hear." She grabbed the back of his head and pecked his nose. "Next time we won't have to do it in a place so yucky." She then calmly gathered her clothes and started to put them on. "I gotta go talk to Bogo and sort this whole undercover stuff with him." She tugged her hoodie on, flipped the hood up and gave him a finger wave. "I'll see you around, Clawhauser!" She then left him with his pants around his feet, cum dripping, and went to work.

THE END