CLAWHAUSER'S DIRTY SECRET

Clawhauser shifted slightly, feeling Nick squirm deeper within his belly, the fox's futile struggles barely noticeable against the thick layers of his padding and gut. Every little twitch and shift inside sent another ripple of pleasure coursing through the cheetah's body, making his ears flatten and his eyes flutter shut as a deep, satisfied purr rumbled from his throat.

“Mmm, s-stop wiggling so much, Nick,” Clawhauser murmured drowsily, his words slightly slurred from the overwhelming fullness pressing against his diaphragm. “You’re just… making it feel even better.”

The cheetah's massive gut stretched and sagged, filled with a heavy, churning mass that loudly groaned and glorped, digesting the unfortunate fox caught within. A deep, wet slosh echoed through the room as Clawhauser lazily swiped a paw over the distended curve of his belly, feeling it ripple under his touch.

Nick’s muffled voice buzzed faintly, but all Clawhauser could make out was a garbled mix of complaints and the occasional frustrated shout, drowned out by the relentless gurgling and bubbling filling the air. He grinned, leaning back against the wall, his gut swaying slightly with the motion.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” he teased, patting his side with a heavy paw. “Just relax and let my belly take care of you… I’ll… huff… I’ll keep you safe… promise.”

A deep, lingering burp escaped his lips, tasting faintly of fur and fox. He sighed in satisfaction, closing his eyes as the noises from within grew wetter, sloppier, and more eager. The thick, slimy walls of his stomach clenched tighter around Nick, the digestion process starting in earnest.

Clawhauser couldn’t help the low moan that slipped out as he felt his gut start to soften and sag further. He hugged it close, cherishing the warmth and pressure, each little wriggle inside sending blissful shivers down his spine. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Nick stopped struggling, his body succumbing to the powerful acids working him down.

“Guess you’re not going anywhere now…” he murmured dreamily, a lazy smile spreading across his muzzle. “Just… food for my big, hungry belly.”

He yawned, his heavy eyelids drooping as he let out a soft purr of satisfaction. Soon, all that remained of Nick’s presence was the occasional, faint twitch, and Clawhauser could feel his body settling into a contented stillness.

There was no escape. The fox would be completely and utterly digested—just a part of Clawhauser’s squishy, overstuffed body, adding to his pudgy form as his stomach groaned triumphantly, and it clenched down hard, the heavy walls contracting around Nick’s softening body. There was a series of wet, muffled crunches that reverberated through the room, each one sending a sudden jolt of pleasure through the cheetah’s frame. The thick, muscular folds squeezed and twisted with a sloppy churn, grinding down the soft remains of the fox caught within.

“Mmmnh—ohhhh…!” Clawhauser let out a long, low moan, his toes curling as his body shuddered with the sensation. He could feel the dense, bony lumps breaking down under the relentless pressure, the cartilage and softened bone yielding and giving way to the slick walls of his stomach. The rush of power, the undeniable feeling of control over every little piece of his prey, made the cheetah’s breath hitch and his heart pound in his chest.

Gulping down a mix of saliva and the lingering aftertaste of Nick’s flavor, Clawhauser let his paw slide down under the curve of his belly, his thick fingers brushing against the damp, sensitive bulge straining against his pants. The cheetah’s body twitched as he made contact, a needy, desperate whimper escaping his throat as he pressed against his growing arousal.

“Ahh… ahh, N-Nick… you’re… ngh, you’re making me feel so good…” he murmured breathlessly, his voice taking on a hazy, dreamlike quality. He squeezed the base of his erection through his uniform pants, feeling the stiff length throb and pulse with every shift and gurgle of his belly. The sensation of his gut clenching and contracting—each squelch and crunch of bone being ground down—only made his need more intense, his whole body alive with sensation.

The wet, throaty sounds of digestion filled the air, his belly audibly working away on the last bits of the fox within, each slosh and churn sending a shiver of pleasure up Clawhauser’s spine. His paw slid lower, fumbling with his belt, fingers trembling as he unbuckled it and popped open the button on his pants.

“G-gonna—hnngh, j-just need to—”

With a low, desperate groan, he pulled his length free, the tip already dripping with a bead of pre. Clawhauser’s breath hitched as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, languid stroke, the heat from his gut radiating through his entire body. His belly bulged and shifted slightly with the last of Nick’s remains, the churning slop inside sloshing and rippling with every touch.

“Ahhh, f-feels… so full… so—good…” he murmured between panting breaths, his voice quivering with bliss. He could feel the final bits of bone and fur being thoroughly mulched and reduced to a smooth, soupy consistency, the process sending more waves of pleasure rolling through his overstuffed frame.

The cheetah’s strokes became faster, more desperate, his paw moving in sync with the deep, powerful churning of his gut. The feeling of being so stuffed—so full and heavy—made it impossible to think, his mind lost in a haze of pleasure and sensation.

“Just… g-gonna… ngh, gonna let it… happen…” He moaned softly, his paw moving faster, squeezing tighter, as he felt his stomach finally start to settle, the last remnants of Nick’s form merging into the thick, bubbling soup that filled his belly.

With a final, shuddering gasp, Clawhauser’s body arched, his belly rippling and sloshing as he came, thick ropes of cum spurting out in powerful bursts that splattered messily against his uniform and the underside of his gut. His breath came in ragged, shaky pants as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his gut gurgling contentedly beneath him.

Slowly, Clawhauser’s breathing evened out, his paw still loosely wrapped around his softening cock. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, his other paw idly rubbing the top of his now much softer, more rounded belly. The once-tight bulges and struggling lumps had completely disappeared, leaving only a massive, doughy curve of a gut, softly sloshing with the liquified remains of the fox who’d once been inside.

“Mmnh… s-see?” he murmured lazily, a sleepy grin spreading across his face. “Told you… my belly would… take care of you…”

[DISPOSAL, GAS, URINE BEYOND THIS POINT]

Hours later, Clawhauser lay sprawled out across a wide pleather couch in the breakroom, his bloated gut still rounding out beneath him, now just a soft, gurgling mound full of digesting fox slurry, making him look only a little more plumper than usual. His eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, the euphoric rush of pleasure from earlier having subsided into a warm, heavy contentment. He let out a deep, contented sigh, absently rubbing a paw over his belly’s plush surface, enjoying the gentle rise and fall of it with slow, lazy breaths as it continued to gurgle and churn Nick's remains away into something nice and stinky and completely unrecognizable.

But then, a sudden pressure welled up in his gut, a thick, churning sensation that made the cheetah’s ears perk up. His stomach contracted with a wet gurgle, and Clawhauser grimaced as he felt a deep rumbling sensation building in his lower abdomen.

“Ah—hngh… o-oh, I—”

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to stifle it, but it was no use. 
The cheetah’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his ears folding back in embarrassment as he glanced around the empty room. “Oh—s-sorry…!” he muttered sheepishly to no one in particular, his tail flicking nervously behind him as the pressure reached a climax. 

“Mmmh…!!”

FRRRBBBRRT!

The long, wet fart reverberated through the room, making Clawhauser’s ears flick in embarrassment. He wrinkled his nose at the rancid odor wafting up, the unmistakable scent of his digested meal mingling with the stench of intestinal gas. The cheetah let out a sheepish laugh, giving his belly a soft pat.

“Whoops… 'scuse me, Nick,” he murmured. “You naughty little fox, making me so gassy... Guess my body’s decided it’s time to get rid of what’s left of ya, huh?”

The pressure in his gut continued to build, a distinct heaviness settling low in his bowels. Clawhauser’s grin widened as he slowly rose to his feet, hefting the weight of his gut with both paws. He waddled his way towards the station’s restroom, each step making his gut jiggle and slosh with the semi-liquid remains of his former colleague. 

He pushed open the door, his nose twitching at the sterile, chemical scent of the restroom, and made a beeline for one of the stalls designated for larger species. The toilet, designed for animals of much greater size—elephants, hippos, and rhinos—loomed before him, its bowl wide and deep, clearly meant to handle copious amounts of waste. The roomy space was just what he needed, and he quickly squeezed inside, fumbling to pull down his pants before settling himself on the oversized toilet. His gut rested heavily between his knees, the rim of the toilet pressing against his haunches as he shifted into a comfortable position.

“Ahhh… there we go,” he breathed out, tail flicking lazily behind him as he felt his body finally relax. With a low, guttural groan, his bowels contracted, and the first thick, heavy log of waste began to push out of him. It came out with a soft, wet splatter, the fecal matter dark and dense, carrying the unmistakable traces of his recent meal.

“Whew, N-Nick… you’re really making me work for this one, huh?” he muttered playfully, his voice echoing in the empty restroom. “Guess I should’ve expected it, though… foxes are always such… stubborn prey.”

He laughed softly, the sound interrupted by a grunt as another thick coil slid out of him, splashing into the toilet with a satisfying plop. The scent of digested fox filled the air, a pungent, musky odor, sour and pungent, that only made the experience more gratifying. Clawhauser closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of expelling such fat logs, each push bringing a new wave of relief.

“Y’know, Nick… for all that talk about being sly and clever… you sure made for some good cheetah shit in the end,” he teased, giving his gut a light slap. “But hey… at least you’re getting to be a part of me now, right? And hey, nobody’s ever gonna find you like this.”

As he shifted on the seat, Clawhauser paused, ears perking up as he caught the faint sound of movement from the next stall over. He furrowed his brow, then blinked in surprise as he heard a quiet, muffled groan, followed by the soft, unmistakable squelch of someone’s paw moving against flesh.

“Huh?” Clawhauser murmured, glancing down at the paws beneath the stall divider. Large, cloven hooves, trembling slightly with every soft, barely audible gasp that escaped the occupant’s throat.

“Chief Bogo?” Clawhauser’s eyes widened, recognition dawning as he leaned back, a sly grin spreading across his face. The buffalo’s scent was unmistakable, and the soft huffs and barely-stifled moans left little to the imagination. Bogo was… enjoying himself, listening to every word, every grunt and squelch as Clawhauser’s body processed what was left of Nick.

“Ohh… chief,” Clawhauser murmured, his tone low and teasing as he shifted slightly, letting out another soft grunt as a fresh coil of shit slid out of him. “Didn’t realize you were here… but if you like what you’re hearing… I can give you a bit more of a show.”

He leaned forward, his gut pressing against his thighs as he deliberately pushed, the resulting splatter echoing through the restroom with a wet, heavy thud. The soft, barely-audible moan that followed from the next stall made Clawhauser’s grin widen, his voice dropping to a husky purr.

“Ahhh, that’s it… all of you, Nick… just… mmmnh, just turning into more fat on my hips… filling out this belly…” He rubbed his gut in slow, languid circles, his voice carrying a note of smug satisfaction. “And nobody’ll ever know. You’re just gonna end up flushed down a toilet in the ZPD, just another load of faceless, nameless cheetah shit. Fitting end for a sneaky little fox like you, don’tcha think?”

A soft, strangled moan drifted over from Bogo’s stall, accompanied by the wet sound of the buffalo stroking himself, the scent of musk and arousal growing stronger. Clawhauser’s grin turned downright predatory as he shifted his position again, leaning back and giving his gut a gentle shake.

“Ahhh… feels so good, chief… letting all that useless waste slide out of me…” He squeezed his gut lightly, his tail flicking with pleasure as another thick coil splashed into the bowl. “Maybe I should keep this up, huh? Find a few more fellas to stuff down my gullet… just to see how much I can pack away before I’m too stuffed to move… think you’d like that, Chief?”

The soft, desperate panting from Bogo’s stall told him everything he needed to know. Clawhauser chuckled softly, licking his lips as he continued to play up every little sound, every grunt and push, savoring the knowledge that he wasn’t the only one getting off to the fate of the poor, digested fox.

Clawhauser shifted again on the toilet seat, his claws lightly scraping against the porcelain as he settled in to continue his work. The pressure in his bowels felt immense, the remains of Nick still compacted deep inside him, and he took his time pushing out each coil of waste with slow, deliberate grunts, savoring every squelch and splash.

“Ahh… there’s more of you, huh, Nick?” he murmured, leaning back and giving his gut a playful slap. “Guess you really were a stubborn little fox. But it’s alright… I’ll just make sure every last bit of you ends up right where you belong.”

He shifted again, letting out another low, rumbling fart as more thick, dark coils of shit slid out of him, one after another. The heavy logs hit the water with wet plops and thick squelches, the toilet bowl filling quickly with the digested remains of fur, bone, and muscle—everything that had once made up Nick Wilde, now reduced to nothing but waste.

Clawhauser glanced down at his gut, giving it a gentle shake as he spoke, his voice dropping to a soft, teasing murmur. “You know, Nick… I thought you’d give me more trouble. But look at you now… just a mess of cheetah shit… getting flushed away like the garbage you are…”

He could hear Bogo’s breathing from the next stall, harsh and ragged, the wet sounds of the buffalo’s paw stroking himself growing louder. A wicked grin spread across Clawhauser’s face, and he decided to turn it up another notch. Slowly, he leaned forward, spreading his legs wider as he allowed his bladder to relax.

The sound of a steady stream of urine hitting the bowl filled the restroom, mixing with the wet plops and splashes of feces. Clawhauser let out a long, contented sigh, the warm, golden stream splashing over the pile of shit beneath him, darkening the already foul mess with his pungent, acrid scent. He gave his cock a lazy stroke as he continued to piss, his voice a soft purr as he glanced towards the stall divider.

“Ahhh… feels so good to just… let it all out, you know? Just flush away everything that’s left of that little fox… piss and shit and forget all about him…” He let out a soft chuckle, his grin widening as he heard a choked moan from Bogo’s stall. “Bet you’re enjoying this, huh, Chief? Listening to me turn Nick into a filthy mess… just more waste to get rid of…”

The stream of urine slowed, tapering off into a few final spurts as Clawhauser gave his gut another squeeze. He groaned softly, feeling another heavy, compacted log shift inside him, his tail flicking with pleasure as he pushed. The thick coil slid out of him with a deep, wet squelch, splattering into the bowl with a loud plop. 

“Whew… think that’s the last of him,” Clawhauser murmured, giving his gut a satisfied rub. “Feels so good, chief… just knowing he’s all gone… flushed away like the shit he is…”

He leaned back, letting out a low, satisfied moan as he began to stroke himself in earnest, his cock already hard and aching from the sheer pleasure of it all. The filthy act, the knowledge that Nick’s final fate was to be nothing more than waste… and Bogo, listening, getting off to every word…

“Just think, Chief… nobody’ll ever find him now…” Clawhauser purred, his paw moving faster over his length. “Just a pile of shit in the ZPD… drenched in piss… and now... flushed away forever… aaaall gooone~...” 

He could hear Bogo’s breath hitch, the soft wet squelches of the buffalo’s paw speeding up, the stall walls trembling slightly as Bogo’s hooves scraped against the floor. Clawhauser’s grin turned downright wicked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Mmmnh… come on, Chief… bet you wanna cum, huh? Knowing that poor little fox is just… cheetah shit now… no more sneaky little grins, no more smartass comments… just shit and piss in a toilet… flushed away down the pipes... lost in the sewers forever...”

A strangled moan escaped from Bogo’s stall, followed by a deep, guttural grunt and the sound of something wet splattering against the stall wall. Clawhauser’s ears flicked in surprise, his grin widening as he realized what had just happened.

“Ahhh, there we go… knew you’d like that, Chief,” he murmured, his voice soft and teasing as he gave his own cock a few more strokes, savoring the sensation of his own impending climax. “Guess Nick’s good for something after all… even if it’s just getting us both off…”

With a low, rumbling purr, Clawhauser leaned back, his cock twitching in his paw as he reached his own peak. A few more quick, desperate strokes, and he let out a deep, shuddering moan, thick ropes of cum splattering over his belly and thighs, mixing with the faint traces of fur and mess still clinging to his gut. He panted softly, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release, and he gave his gut one final, affectionate pat.

“Thanks for the meal, Nick…” he murmured softly, his voice carrying a note of smug satisfaction. “And you're welcome for the show, Chief. Maybe next time, we can… do this together, huh?” 

He chuckled softly, wiping himself down with a wad of toilet paper before rising from the toilet, glancing down at the foul, rancid mess he’d left behind. With a satisfied hum, he reached for the handle, giving it a firm push and watching as the remains of Nick Wilde swirled down into the sewer system, gone forever. 

Just a heap of stinking cheetah shit swirling in piss.

With a flick of his tail and a lazy grin, Clawhauser sauntered out of the stall, giving the adjacent stall divider a playful tap as he passed by. “See ya around, Chief,” he called over his shoulder, his voice light and cheerful as he stepped out of the restroom, his gut feeling delightfully empty and his heart pounding with exhilaration. 

The restroom fell silent once more, save for the soft, heavy breaths of the Chief of Police, still trembling in the aftermath of what he’d just witnessed.

Clawhauser stepped out of his stall with a swagger in his step, his tail flicking lazily behind him. The restroom air was thick with the aftermath of everything that had just transpired, but he reveled in it, feeling a satisfied glow in his chest. As he sauntered past Bogo’s stall, he paused just for a second, catching the faint sound of the Chief’s ragged breathing.

Their eyes met through the narrow crack of the door.

Clawhauser’s lips curled into a mischievous, knowing grin, and he gave a slow, deliberate wink. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of playful satisfaction and unspoken promise. For a heartbeat, there was silence—just the weight of that gaze passing between them.

Bogo huffed, his nostrils flaring as if trying to maintain his composure, but the slight shiver in his breath betrayed him. He gave a barely perceptible nod, his eyes glinting with reluctant admiration, as though acknowledging a side of Clawhauser he hadn't quite expected.

Clawhauser chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. He straightened up, giving his gut a final, satisfied pat. “See you 'round, Chief,” he murmured, his voice smooth and teasing, before turning away with a flick of his ears.

As he exited the restroom, the door swung shut behind him with a quiet click, leaving Bogo in the stillness, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Some moments were better left unspoken—and this was one of them.