Zootopia had been founded ages ago, and built on a very simple principle…”prey” type animals and “predator” type animals living together in peace, having finally gotten over their more base, shallow, darker instincts. At long last, they could move into the bright future of unity and intellect and become more than mere animals. Now, at last…they had become PEOPLE. It hadn’t been easy, of course. There had been plenty of crime when Zootopia had first been established, and as such, a need for a police department manifested, run by dedicated cops from both sides of the aisle who just wanted to do right, and help make Zootopia safe.

In fact, Officer Clawhauser’s own grandfather had been one of the city’s early cops. William Von Clawhauser, a dead ringer for the picture that Officer Nick was looking at right now, it was astounding how much the two looked alike. Granted, William had a distinct moustache/beard combination on his face but other than that, the resemblance was absolutely uncanny. Kind of short, yes, but the cheetah had a well-built body in the photo, quite the six pack indeed! You could EAT off that fine set of pecs he had! His tail was long and his fur looked so very soft in the picture, and as was typical of his species, his light yellow/orange fur was covered in black spots. He had the same cheery smile back then that he had now, though.

And now? Well, NOW Clawhauser was big and fat and . He didn’t have a double chin, he had a TRIPLE chin. Same big black nose, cute tail, spots, dark black eyes but…, , . He was always chowing down on something, usually doughnuts, or “Lucky Chomps”, his favorite cereal, which were made up of chocolate rings and marshmallows in the shape of, well, lucky shapes like four leaf clovers. At the moment, Clawhauser was swishing about a coffee in his mouth as he and Officer Nick rummaged through files in a small storage room at Zootopia’s police department. 

The place was musty and dusty and it needed to be organized, lickedy-split. Their chief, Bogo, wanted to put most of this stuff in digital form, not merely physical form, but they had to see which was worth keeping and which had been put in there just to get it out of the way. So they’d been spending up to an hour organizing things in big boxes, as Officer Nick, a fox, made the discovery. He’d found the picture of a younger, fitter, far more lovely-looking Clawhauser in a box that showed off officer photos.

“Wow, look at you.” Nick said, his eyes widening. Nick Wilde was a red fox, pointy ears, red fur, with a slim build. He had a nice and fuzzy, creamy up to his muzzle, dark auburn fur upon his feet and hands and the tip of his tail, a dark purple nose, and vibrant green eyes. He commonly wore his lovely police officer attire, navy blue with sleeves, peaked cap, high collar, pants with a gold aiguillette and a nice black tie to compliment it all. “I mean, I’m not into guys, but…damn. You were a sexy beast.”

Clawhauser waddled his way on over to Nick and looked at the photo, then at the photograph of the first cops in Zootopia’s police department. “Yeah, my mom and always said I was a dead ringer for my granddad. They were so proud when I got accepted into Zootopia’s Police Department. Continuing the family legacy and everything. Poor Dad WOULD have gotten in but he had…well…he had color blindness, so that was no good.”

“Damn, that sucks. It’s a shame that you went from being so fit to…well…” He looked back at Clawhauser’s rather immensely , frame, the cheetah’s . “No offense, but…you’re really not in shape. Like, at all. You could cut down on the doughnuts a BIT. They’ve made you into a blimp!”

“Yeah, well…what can I say? I love me some doughnuts.” Clawhauser said with a nervous laugh as he got back to work organizing the materials of the boxes, looking over some old case files that could definitely just be tossed. The truth was, it wasn’t the DOUGHNUTS that led to his ignificant . He sighed wistfully as he took notice of one case in particular…the date reminded him of old times. It had been his first case, the same week he’d joined the police, and he remembered how he used to be…

Back in the day, Clawhauser had been RIPPED. He was a damn sexy beast indeed, and in his prime. He would stroll down the hallway, getting his strut on, and the cops around him would definitely take notice. He had such a fine body, you couldn’t help but look at it. 

“Damn, look at that .” Said Chief Bogo as Clawhauser walked by, some of the other cops standing by the big water buffalo looking at their new chief with surprise. “…what? I appreciate beauty, regardless of gender.” Bogo remarked as Clawhauser grinned to himself. Truth be told, he really liked getting attention like that from Chief Bogo and the other men because, in all honesty…

He was gay. He still in the closet, pretending to be more interested in the job than in women. But even then, he wasn’t exactly fully invested in the job. At least, not all the time. Sure, by day, John von Clawhauser was a dedicated officer of the law who stuck to the letter and the spirit of the law as much as possible. He was helpful and sweet and kind, absolutely! 

But at night? He was far different. He’d put on sunglasses, sneaking around in the dark, wearing a shirt that read “50 Kilograms of Meat” on it in big white letters on pink, sandals, and with shorts that said he definitely pounded ass. He would keep his voice low, and he even put in contacts just to stay quiet, and he’d frequent the night life of Zootopia…especially the shady gay bars.

“Hi.” Clawhauser said, approaching one very lovely specimen of Komodo Dragon who was sitting at the bar at the moment, downing a nice bottle of “Beakweiser” . “I’m John.”

“Anton. Nice shirt.” The komodo dragon complimented him with a big and toothy smile, wearing almost nothing but a pair of tight fitting jeans and a golden chain around his neck.

“Nice necklace.” John complimented, sitting down next to him. “Come here often?”

“No. I should if I get to meet lovely guys like you. You look real good.”

“Hey, so do you. VERY nice.” Clawhauser said, glancing at John’s behind as John smiled back in return.

“You wanna go upstairs?”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

A smile. A kiss. Drawing in close, and then led, up the stairs, to one of the bar’s bedrooms, and , , heavy love. Thrusting in long and hard, , their bodies sweating up a storm. Clawhauser spent night after night like this, and he adored it. He got around quite a lot, he was pretty well known indeed. But…he had to be careful. 

Because sex wasn’t the only thing such bars did. Oh no. They were known for being places that folks…vanished. It wasn’t uncommon for things to get out of hand, and for people to get up. In fact, he’d been going up to one of the bar’s beds when he’d seen John in the middle of guzzling down his new lover, forcing their into his jaws, echoing through the air as he slurped them fully down, to enjoy a big, , enormous .

Needless to say, Clawhauser had never done it himself, but after seeing it again and again, he began to realize he was having…dreams about it. He was fantasizing about it in his slumber, sometimes even on the job. He’d be in a cop car with other policemen, and his mind would be a thousand miles away, envisioning himself up a delicious specimen of man, forcing their body into his maw, and them up in big, mouthfuls, to feel their body through his …

What would they taste like? Were there different tastes to different types of, say, cats? Or species? He’d heard some types of animals were poisonous, was that actually true? 

He so badly wanted to know, and one night…

One night it happened. He had gone to a bar, wearing a vibrant, VERY noticeable pink tank top that had the words "I ATE YOUR " in big white letters on it. He sat his on one of the barstools as soft club music played, and he looked to his side, noticing a VERY and enormous panda. In fact…a PANDAREN. He’d read about them, they were from a far away land filled only with other pandas! They were humanoid bears, covered in fur from head to toe, and this Pandaren was rather big and portly and indeed. He had silky-smooth fur, a big and , a doughy body with two tufts of black hair on the side of his chin like a double goatee. He also very distinctly had man boobs, and was wearing a white undershirt and a pair of black shorts that matched his white and black fur.

“Hi.” Clawhauser shook the Pandaren’s hand. “I’m John, you?”

“Zhii. I’m new in town.” Zhii said, his voice having a charming accent! “Everyone here is very friendly.” 

“Glad you’re liking Zootopia so far.” Clawhauser said with a big smile. “So why’re you here in Zootopia? To visit?”

“Yes, I’d heard so much about it.” Zhii admitted. “The architecture of this place is amazing, and the way so many species get along so fluidly is truly impressive. But more importantly, I’m glad to be in someplace that’s more accepting of what I am. Back in my home country, being gay isn’t really…allowed. Here, it seems much more accepted.”

“I guess.” Clawhauser sighed. “It’s really hard to not want to talk about who you really are. I mean…you see all these other people, they’re just walking around, holding hands, even kissing, sometimes more than that, and most folks just go ‘aww’ at that in the streets, but when WE’RE doing it…”

“It gets us dirty looks, yeah. Yeah.” Zhii nodded sadly. “It’s even worse in my home country. I’m glad places like this exist.”

“How about I buy you a round?” Clawhauser offered with a big, warm smile. “My treat. TOTALLY my treat.”

GRRRRRMMMBBBLLE.

Clawhauser’s was . Oh my, he was a kitty. Still, he ignored it, and the night had gone on, and Clawhauser and Zhii began to chat it up, and to get closer and closer as they talked about their lives, Clawhauser now relaying a very funny incident at work. “And I swear to you, on whatever you find holy and sacred…I’m not making this up. He tells me, over the police phone, “I had to go back. I forgot my pants.” And the thing is…it was so dumb, it HAD to be true. You wouldn’t make up something like that! You’d say “I got stuck in traffic” or “It’s my mom’s birthday and I had to go to that”. You wouldn’t say “I forgot my pants”. So we’re all sitting around at the crime scene, Chief Bogo’s mouth is just hanging open and I say…”He forgot his pants.” And we all look at each other, and then finally Chief Bogo asks “How do you forget your-” “I DON’T KNOW!”

The two laughed and laughed, a warmth filling their faces and Clawhauser couldn’t help but notice that…the Pandaren smelled good. REAL good. He had a natural musk to him, a faint hint of tasty, aromatic food, exotic and sweet, it had crept up on Clawhauser slowly, and…and he wanted Zhii. He wanted him badly, his mouth was filling up with saliva, the desire to guzzle the pandaren down was becoming so overpowering. His animal instinct was for Clawhauser to engulf this , to make him into , and though intellectually, he felt this was wrong…

He waaaanted it. Wanted it so, so baaaaaad.

He audibly down the saliva in his mouth, wiping his mouth on his arm as he took in a breath and finally…he caved to his inner predator.

“Say, Zhii…how about you spend the night at my place? I mean…I make a pretty good breakfast if you know what I mean.” He said in a faintly seductive, coy way as Zhii blushed.

“You know what? I’d love that.” Zhii told him with a nod. “Just let me go use the bathroom.” He remarked with a nod as Clawhauser nodded back, and let the pandaren saunter his way off to the large bathrooms that the gay bar had.

When he was sure that Zhii the Pandaren was out of earshot and couldn’t overhear, he turned to the bartender, biting his lip as he looked the rather knowing-looking stag up and down, the very muscular stag giving him a calm smile.

“I think I know what you want. Go ahead. Ask.”

“Can…” Clawhauser hesitated, then finished. “Can I have the…savage cocktail?” He murmured out.

The bartender smiled slyly, and reached down under the counter, handing him a shot glass and pouring in a VERY special, faintly fizzy crystalline drink. CLawhauser downed it in a big, enormous , and he felt it slightly tingle and burn as it slid down his throat. He was ready.

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…that night at Clawhauser’s house, the two had stripped their clothes off quickly and swiftly, tossing them into a pile to the left of the bed as they started passionately screwing, beginning with Zhii giving the cheetah a nice, big blowjob. Clawhauser , feeling Zhii get to work, drinking from his shaft, the pandaren savoring the dick as his tongue worked over it, lapping at the shaft, cupping the balls. SCHLLLLRR-GLUUUURRRRP. He kept suckling, Clawhauser’s package , his balls quaking, eager to burst forth a thick and creamy , and soon…he was exploding ! spunk was barreling into Zhii’s jaws, who began a-guzzling it all down. GULPGH-GULPGH-GULPGH!

But now it was time for the REAL main event. Soon Clawhauser had his paws digging into Zhii’s behind, gripping hard, as he shoved his thick and furry shaft firmly into Zhii’s behind, plowing away, and hard, going balls ! He thrust and thrust, the pandaren , face practically getting smushed into the thick white comforter blankets below, panting heavily. Clawhauser kept sliding in and out, in and out, eager to fill Zhii up.

THRAPPA-THRAPPA-THRAPPA! “Ohhh yesss!” He proclaimed. “Oh, this feels so good!” He huskily , closing his eyes, pumping away again and again and again. THRUMPH- THRUMPH- THRUMPH! He grinned, giving Zhii’s rump another big, loud squeeze. He was practically kneading it like a piece of meat even as he continued to thrust away inside of Zhii with his shaft! 

Zhii’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, happily accepting being the “bottom” for Clawhauser. He shuddered , feeling Clawhauser thrust more powerfully, his own body quaking, feeling the cop’s seed now billowing forth from his faintly orange/yellow furry cock. Cheetah was flowing forth into Zhii’s , and there was to be no stopping it, not until Clawhauser was aaaall spent.

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP, Zhii was almost getting slammed right on through the front board of the bed they lied in! Zhii erotically, feeling Clawhauser continuing to massage and squeeze and knead over his ass cheeks, as the good doctor kept a-pumping away into him even more and with such speed. Well, it shouldn’t have been too much a surprise, he was a ceetah after all, they had a lot of energy and pep! Zhii , feeling the thick balls of Clawhauser smacking against his cheeks as seed was barreling on inside him!

SCHLUP-SCHLUP-SCHLUP-SCHLUP. Clawhauser kept at it, sliding on into Zhii’s , spunk pouring in. In and out and in and out between the cheeks, which were quite well lubricated as the pandaren’s already rather enormous and and floppy got bigger still, being up with seed! But unbeknownst to poor Zhii, Clawhauser was beginning to feel it. To feel the urge…to eat…

To eat Zhii up! He’d worked up such an appetite! And…

And he couldn’t hold it off anymore! GROMGHF. He clamped his wide jaws over the pandaren’s head, taking in his entire in one big , licking and a-slurping over his beloved panda meal’s still dazed, barely-conscious, in-a-bit-of-a-sex-coma’s face. He and , amazed at how juicy and creamy and sweet the pandaren was! It was like steak mixed with a exotic fruit and with a faintly erotic undertone that made him think of a nice dish of orange chicken! 

Wow. If this was what pandaren tasted like, he wondered what other species would taste like, he would definitely have to experiment! Still, he had his current meal to enjoy. He had to guzzle Zhii down, his cried out to be filled with his delicious panda dish. So Clawhauser tilted his head back, allowing gravity to assist his in guzzling his unfortunate lover. Clawhauser and , feeling Zhii sliding on down, right on towards the back of his throat as he let out loud, , throaty , and soon Zhii’s head was a big ol’ in his throat. He licked and lapped over him more and more, swirling and twirling his tongue, continuing to savor him. SCHLLRR-GLLLRRRRPP!

Now poor Zhii the pandaren was turning into a gigantic within his CHEST just as much as in his throat, and Clawhauser the cheetah’s was eagerly and , it to be filled with this tasty Zhii meal, a lovely “Chinese buffet” of pandaren meat! Soon his lover’s head was being forced on down, past a fleshy ring, into the opening of the , Clawhauser’s growing larger to accommodate all this fine meat. GULLRGH-GLLLRR-GUUULLP.

Soon he was going past his , and then in went Zhii’s rotund and , the cheetah enjoying the way it about in his jaws. “Mmmmm!” He aloud in , erotic, delight. “This is all sooooo good! Shoulda done it sooner.” He said, mouth full of tasty panda meat before he gave a final, immense . GLA-GLORCHA-GUUUULG! Down went his lover Zhii’s legs, slurped on up like big, thick -like sausages, Clawhauser the Cheetah’s now and , full of Zhii.

“Ohhhh that’s the stuff.” He happily, rubbing over his , his and massaged over Zhii, eager to begin breaking him down. It and over the Pandaren, who’s outline was clear and easy to see. Clawhauser felt over the outline, enjoying the curves and rolls that the pandaren was making in his . Zhii about, struggling desperately, futilely attempting to escape, but nothing was working! 

He tried to kick and punch at the pulsating walls that about him, but Clawhauser just let loose a , happy BRAAAAAP of a as he sat down on his couch, a lovely symphony, a fine cacophony of GLOORGGH-SCHLLRRGGGHLLE-GUUULLLRRGH-GLOOORRRPs filling the air from his amazingly and rotund cheetah . “Ohhhh, sooo good.” He , his amazingly big and and rubbing up against his furry, dick.

“Boy, I sure picked the right shirt to wear tonight.” He said as he looked down at his pink t-shirt with "I ATE YOUR " in big white letters. “Mmmm.” He , his continuing to knead and massage and work over the poor pandaren. It was very noisily the Pandaren, his about and continuing to rub and press up against his shaft, Clawhauser’s tongue lolling out of his mouth as he felt Zhii continuing to flail about in vain within his now amazingly big and and rotund . 

“Oh, Zhii, this feels amaaaaazing. So, so good. Please keep struggling…more…MORE!” He murmured, closing his eyes, feeling his release swelling up in him, the desire to blow yet another swelling up more and more, the heat between his legs getting hotter and hotter. “Yes! YEEEES!” And then, at last, it came. Another sweet release, his cock exploding forth gushing waves of spunky white seed that jettisoned out from his manhood and flopped onto the floor below. GWOOOOSH!

“Soooo goooood.” Clawhauser sighed as he looked at the messy remnants of his meal, and at his amazingly big . He felt so satisfied, so happy. His lips parted as he let loose a big, loud, , thunderous . “BUUUHHHH-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!” The echoed through the air of his living room as he flopped down onto the couch on his side, snoozing, letting sleep finally overcome him as he drifted off, dreaming of delightful, lovely future meals, of dozens of tasty creatures he would tuck into his .

Come the morning dawn, the soft sunrays filtered in onto Clawhauser’s face, waking him up as he slowly rose up from the couch and yawned, stretching his arms before he looked down at the floor. Yep, sure enough, there was Zhii the panda, sleeping peacefully, even snoring a bit. “ZZZZZ….ZZZZZZZZ…ZZZZZZZZ…”

“Worked perfect.” He realized to himself. That “savage cocktail” he had drunk last night had done its job perfectly, and it had reformed the contents of his …specifically, his friend here. 

A sickly GURRSSCCHL-GLOORRRSSH-GUUULLLF echoed out from his in a rather strange fashion as Clawhauser looked down at his . Oh wow! His had become so amazingly big indeed, but it hadn’t burned off during the night like he had hoped. It wasn’t as amazingly large and and as when he had first guzzled the pandaren down, but his was still so amazingly large from working over Zhii and making him into cheetah !

Clawhauser went to his bedroom, looking over his frame in the mirror, picking up his , it about, his around and making it . BOING-BOING-BOING. He chuckled a bit at the sight, turning around, his clawed paws grabbing hold of his cheeks, now far less refined, more big and floppy and large as he shook them about, singing a bit. “My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like…it’s better than yours! Damn right it’s better than yours, I could teach you but I’d have to charge!” He proclaimed, those cheeks about, making them bound around.

He slapped his , the cheeks as he savored the sensation of his vibrating the way it did from the . “Ohhh. Oh Zhii! GOD, you made me so…!” He proclaimed aloud with a chuckle as he examined his new, fatty frame.

And with that…Clawhauser was back in the present, Nick his shoulder.

“Hey! Hey, Clawhauser, you dozed off there. What were you daydreaming about?” Nick wanted to know as Clawhauser nervously smiled back at him, rubbing the back of his rather and neck.

“Uh…well, um…” He nervously chuckled at Officer Nick Wilde, giving the fox a nervous smile. “See, uh…I just sort of got to thinking about the new donut shop that opened up. I’m thinking of getting some of their cookie dough donuts on my next break, I’ve never had cookie dough donuts before and I wanna give them a try and see if they’re any good, you know?”

“Oh, Clawhauser.” Nick sighed as he shook his head back and forth, rising up from the last of the boxes he’d organized, picking them up, bringing them towards the doorway, intent on tossing this last out into the dumpster. “Seriously, I love you man? But honestly. You GOTTA lay off all of those desserts! Go back to being healthy and fit again. It ain’t good for you to be this .” He remarked as he exited the room, Clawhauser now all alone.

Well, alone except for him and his , which let out a very loud GLOOORSSCH-GLLLRRRRGGBB . He smiled, rubbing over it, sensually it. Clawhauser gave a knowing smile as he gazed down at his big and . “Not on your life.” He muttered, continuing to leisurely over his rotund . “…not on your life…”