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The sun had only recently set over the western horizon, but the vast metropolis of Zootopia was already shimmering brightly underneath the night's sky. Even though there were several sections of the city with various climates and nature scapes, nothing could overpower the towering buildings that overlooked the region from Zootopia's center. Whether it be the stunning examples of modern architecture from the buildings downtown, or the imposing structure of Zootopia's police department, the countless shining lights and neon displays helped to illuminate Zootopia's streets far better than most of the streetlamps above them. Of course, even with how drastically the skies above were muted from the city's light-pollution, there were still two bright spotlights that advertised a particular event happening downtown.

Just a small way from the police department, hundreds of animals from all walks of life were buzzing with excitement outside Zootopia's Natural History Museum. It had only been a couple months since the city was saved from Bellwether's attempted takeover, which was promptly stopped by officer Judy Hopps off-duty. Even though the city faced millions of dollars worth of damages from the subway crashing into the museum, the overall mood of its reopening had everybody in high spirits. The lines outside the museum were packed with citizens eager to see the museum's revitalization, but the inside of the building was already filled with attendees for its private charity formal.

In the museum's main ballroom, which featured the skeleton of a massive tyrannosaurus rex in the middle of the venue, dozens of Zootopia's finest officers were conversing politely with various influential figures who were in attendance. Most of the attention was focused on Judy Hopps, who was struggling not to appear too flustered while surrounded by friendly politicians triple her size; fortunately, even though the bunny was wearing a stunning blue gown that hugged against her curves beautifully, none of the high-profile Zootopians tried to ogle at the hero too blatantly. Although, that may have been because of the presence of Nick Wilde, who was standing beside her in full uniform like her personal guard; he may have been smiling politely and keeping himself involved in their discussions, but he wasn't afraid to shoot any piercing glares at anyone who eyed his partner inappropriately.

Because of Officer Wilde's efforts, the Chief of Zootopia's Police Department saw no reason to get himself involved in whatever topics Judy was conversing about. Instead, the muscular water buffalo was keeping to himself as he slowly walked around the venue in his ceremonial police uniform. An impressive array of medals adorned the left side of his black jacket, while the badge underneath displayed the name BOGO in bold golden lettering. Due to his intimidating stature and notorious reputation, most of the event's attendees tried not to get in too close to Bogo or attempt any small-talk. However, if somebody were to pay close attention to the Chief, they may have been able to notice how oddly his gait may have looked between steps.

"Mmmphh... Nnnnnghhhh..." Bogo tried his hardest to keep his expression as stoically neutral as possible, while also struggling not to blush too notably. But with every slow step he took around the museum, a small grunt could just barely be heard through his tightly-clenched muzzle. His bulky arms were crossed over his chest, mostly to keep himself composed enough to appear fine to other party-goers. But even with how encaptured everyone else was getting in their conversations and champagne, it was hard for Bogo not to feel exposed whenever he tried to stand still.

Part of that reason was due to how Bogo looked from the waist-down, which was causing his legs to squirm whenever they weren't moving around the venue. The buffalo may have had the foresight to wear a tight jockstrap underneath his trousers, but that constriction wasn't enough to hide the thick bulge that could be seen around the crotch. Bogo tried his hardest to avoid any of the smaller species, just so none of them could accidentally be smacked by the tent of his erection. Not to mention, the Chief really didn't want anyone to get too close to him in this public space, and risk overhearing the faint buzzing that was emanating from his backside.

"Mmmfff~" Bogo's steps faltered a little as he grunted faintly with a clenched muzzle. He tried his hardest not to tense up too obviously, but those incessant vibrations were causing his steps to look rigid and forced. Considering how long the buzzing has been going, Bogo wanted to feel grateful that he lasted this far without giving away his affliction. Unfortunately, given how thick that butt-plug was while lodged so firmly between his cheeks, the Chief wasn't sure if he would be able to last the entire venue without muttering the safe word.

Meanwhile across the venue, a distinctly plump cheetah was standing against the wall by the refreshment table with a suggestive smirk across his face. He was wearing a ceremonial uniform as well (which was just barely able to fit around his robust form), but the only regalia he had attached to his jacket was the badge with his last name engraved in the middle: Clawhauser. His eyes were narrowed rather mischievously on Bogo, and he tried not to snicker too audibly while admiring the cute squirms his Superior was making. In his right paw, Clawhauser was holding a half-eaten apple fritter which left his fur matted with its sticky glazing; meanwhile, his left paw was nestled deep in the pocket of his jacket, which helped to conceal what he had hidden from the attendees.

"Hmmmm..." After swallowing another mouthful of that flaky pastry, Clawhauser's smirk became more devilish as he eyed his Chief. Bogo was able to stop shuddering after letting out a silent exhale, and was maintaining a more upright stance to appear less frazzled. However, even from across the spacious venue, the cheetah was able to see how badly Bogo's erection was trying to break through the tight confines of those pants. And since nobody seemed be coming up to either of them in that moment, Clawhauser shrugged his shoulders slyly and said to himself, "I wonder if the tough guy can handle this~"

With that last sultrily-inflected word, Clawhauser watched the water buffalo curiously while tightening the grip of his left paw. A distinct click could be heard from inside his jacket pocket, which caused a sudden reaction from the Chief across the room. Even though he wasn't able to hear the buzzing growing louder from his position, Clawhauser did hear Bogo letting out a sharp and high-pitched groan. The Superior froze up with his eyes clenched tightly-shut, and struggled not to hunch downward while shivering intensely. But much to the cheetah's amusement, Bogo only needed a moment to readjust before standing back upright with a very heavy blush.

The Chief turned his head towards Clawhauser, and shot him a silent glare while his muzzle involuntarily twitched. But despite how overwhelmed Bogo was looking, Clawhauser only replied with a cheeky grin and a wave of his sticky paw. He didn't pull the remote to Bogo's butt-plug out of his pocket, but a small motion of his head down towards his hidden paw was more than enough to make the buffalo turn around in an instant. The cheetah chuckled to himself while watching his mate waddling elsewhere, even with the vibrations to his plug remaining at a higher rate than before.

"Oh, man~" Clawhauser had to keep himself from shuddering in delight, despite how hot it was to get his Chief so titillated from across the room. Since nobody seemed to be looking in his direction, the cheetah grunted a bit as he repositioned his own tent with a quick grope of his paw. Remnants of glazed frosting could be seen across the crotch of his trousers, but Clawhauser didn't seem to notice when he said with a shiver, "I swear, this is soooooo worth what I had to do for him last week~"

"And what might that be?~" asked Nick, who was somehow able to sneak up behind Clawhauser without him noticing. The cheetah yelped in surprise as he jolted from that unexpected response, and he quickly turned around to see the fox grinning slyly. The cop's chubby cheeks practically exploded with a heavy blush, but he tried to keep himself casual by smiling nervously.

"Oh, h-hey, Nick!" he blurted while darting his eyes back and forth, and seeing that nobody else was within earshot of them. "Uhhh... What are you doing here?"

"What, I can't take a break to grab a doughnut?" asked Nick with a carefree shrug, before he pulled up the glazed doughnut he took from the refreshment table. He then motioned his head back towards the crowd around Judy, which had grown much larger since the last time Clawhauser saw her. Of course, the moment he realized who else was present in that crowd, the cheetah's eyes widened in shock. Much to his surprise, the Ex-Mayor Lionheart was talking with Judy with a polite smile, while two brutish guards stood beside him on both ends. The lion was wearing a decent-looking suit for the venue, but he was also donning a thick metal collar around his neck, as well as a matching pair of cuffs around his wrists and ankles to keep him from trying anything funny.

"What the... What the heck is HE doing here?!" asked Clawhauser with a gawking stare back at Nick. "Isn't he supposed to be in prison?!"

"Yeah, he technically is," replied the fox with a skew of his head, "but he also funded a lot of the museum's reconstruction through some offshore funds or whatever. In exchange, he was allowed to attend this party before being sent right back to the penitentiary."

Even though he knew from several recorded interviews that Lionheart was trying his hardest to make amends for his actions (which wasn't too hard considering how worse Bellwether turned out to be), Clawhauser still tried not to wince worriedly upon seeing him here. "Well... hopefully he won't try to escape or anything."

"What, with all these armed cops around?~" Nick shot the cheetah an amused smirk after asking that question, almost like he was waiting for Clawhauser to admit it was a joking statement. "Honestly, he'd probably need to be sent to a Psyche Ward if he tried anything that dumb. Even I couldn't pull off a hustle that impressive with a year's planning. As far as I'm concerned, Judy is perfectly fine by herself."

Nick said that claim confidently enough to make Clawhauser nod his head in agreement; however, the cheetah's muzzle was still slightly skewed due to Nick's wording. While he may have heard rumors about the fox's controversial past, he didn't want to say anything about that for the sake of courtesy between officers. Unfortunately, even though he tried to keep a friendly smile, it tensed up greatly the moment Nick leaned in close with a devious smirk. "So with all that out of the way, I need to ask... What exactly are you and your boyfriend doing?~"

"SHHHHH!!" The cheetah looked around frantically and waved his paw in front of Nick's face, making sure nobody was eavesdropping before he turned his attention back to him. "That's none of your business!" he hissed while shooting the fox a warning glare. "And for your information, we're not boyfriends! Bogo and I are just, uhhhh... 'Friends with Benefits,' that's all."

"Uh-huh~" remarked Nick with a disbelieving smile that matched his narrowing stare on the chunky cop. Before Clawhauser could think to say anything else, he gasped in a panic the moment Nick revealed a small black remote in his paw. "And I'm sure this little item isn't related to the Chief's weird behavior at all, right?~"

"H-HEY!!" Clawhauser may have been a cheetah, but he wasn't quick enough to try and snatch the remote away from Nick. The moment he tried to lunge in and grab that concealed item, Nick flawlessly pulled the remote away from his grasp. Clawhauser almost fell over when he got off-balance, but he was able to readjust his footing before anything could happen. Meanwhile, Nick continued to dangle that remote teasingly while sporting a Cheshire-like grin.

"If it helps, I promise I'm not gonna out either of you," said Nick assuredly while holding out his free paw, mostly so he could have some distance between himself and the miffed-looking cop. "C'mon, if I was gonna do that, it would've happened the moment I saw you two on the security tapes a month ago~"

That reminder instantly caused the cheetah to look away from Nick with a strong wince, mostly due to how embarrassing that reveal was. Even though he was grateful that Bogo never learned of the fox's discovery, it took a lot of convincing to keep Nick from goading him about it. Although in retrospect, Clawhauser couldn't blame the fox for finding so much amusement from their relationship. After all, if HE was the one to have seen the Chief rimming one of his officers on camera, he'd likely be thirsty for details too.

"Hmmm..." Nick turned his attention down to the remote in his paw, and eyed it with a curious smirk. The device only had a single button at the top with a power icon, and a large dial underneath. The plastic knob was still positioned near the bottom of its casing, right next to a notch that indicated it was running at a three. The dial seemed to go all the way up to ten, which made Nick's brows rise up with an especially intrigued grin. "Oooohhhhhh... Is this what I think it is?~"

"G-Give me that!" hissed Clawhauser as he took that moment to retrieve his remote with a quick swipe of his paw. As he held the device close to his chest, he tried his hardest not to glance back at Nick's curiously wide smirk. Meanwhile, the fox didn't seem too upset about that remote being taken away, and continued to eye Clawhauser in wait for a response. Eventually, the cheetah had to lower his head in shame while blushing profusely. "C... Can you please not look at me like that?"

Nick decided to follow Clawhauser's suggestion, and glanced over at the water buffalo who was still being tormented during their conversation. Even from across the venue, the fox was able to see how much Bogo was struggling to keep himself in control while walking around on his own. A distinct blush could be seen peeking through the dark fur across his cheeks, and his steps were becoming more rigid due to the constant titillation to his ass. It looked like he wanted to rub himself really badly, but the Chief was composed enough to keep his hands firmly inside the pockets of his jacket. Unfortunately, that positioning meant that even from Nick's vantage, the prominent bulge of Bogo's straining cock could be seen clear as day against his tenting trousers.

"Ooh, nice~" purred the fox while shooting Clawhauser an impressed look. The officer still felt uncomfortable about being discovered by the former con-artist, but he wasn't able to see much malice in Nick's face when he looked back at him. "So, is the vibrator in the front or the back?~ Finnick has a few of those in his van, but the remotes all look the same."

Clawhauser reeled back from him with a wide-eyed look, mostly due to how casually Nick asked such a private question. Fortunately, since the two were still left to themselves, the cheetah only needed to look around briefly before leaning in close. "Uhhhh... I-It's a plug," he whispered in the faintest tone of voice he could muster. "And I promised I wouldn't embarrass him before he agreed to do it, so I would greatly appreciate you staying out of this."

Due to how insistently Clawhauser said that last part, Nick considered respecting the cop's wishes about what he and his 'Friend with Benefits' did for fun. However, considering the situation as a whole, the fox couldn't help asking cheekily, "So... you don't want to embarrass him, but you're alright with him walking around the party like that?~"

Nick pointed a paw back in Bogo's direction, just in time for Clawhauser to see how much his mate was struggling in his tantalized state. The Chief was biting his bottom lip tightly, and had to pause his straining steps to shudder from the constant vibrations being given to his ass. Even at the device's lower setting, the pulsations being delivered through the plug were intense enough to make his legs squirm direly for some release. Unfortunately, when Bogo made another glance back at his mate, his eyes widened in a panic when he saw Nick standing right beside him. The fox was courteous enough to make some distance between himself and Clawhauser, but he still shot his Superior a friendly smile and a wave. Bogo's blush grew especially deep with a fretful look, but he tried his hardest to give a small smile of his own and wave back at him; after that, the water buffalo scurried off to avoid being tracked by the tenacious fox.

"Ummm... Nick?" asked Clawhauser worriedly as the two looked back at each other. "He still doesn't know that you're aware of us, so... could you please leave me alone so he doesn't get suspicious?"

Despite how entertained he was getting, Nick sighed with a roll of his eyes and relented. "Oh, alright. I'll do it for you." Nick then began to walk away from the cheetah, which caused him to sigh in relief while clutching the remote close to his chest. However, his plump body tensed up again when he felt Nick's muzzle leaning in close to his ear to add sultrily, "Buuuuuutttttt..."

Nick reached into the front pocket of his uniform, and pulled out a small notebook and pen meant for writing out tickets. As Clawhauser looked back at him with a brow raised in confusion, the fox quickly scribbled down something on one of the pages. He then ripped the piece of paper from the booklet, and folded it in half before tucking it in the cheetah's front pocket. "I have a number written down on that paper," he said with a lustful purr right against Clawhauser's ear, "and if you manage to get the Chief to cum during this event, I'll make sure that number is sent to your PreyPal account~"

With that, Nick sauntered off casually to return to his duties alongside Judy. Meanwhile, Clawhauser stood in stunned silence with his eyes wide-open, and his gaping maw twitching a bit from what he just heard. He didn't want to think Nick was serious about that offer, but he couldn't catch any dishonesty in his voice when he said it. The cheetah then pulled out the paper from his pocket, and gasped loudly the moment he unfolded the page to see what was jotted down. "HOLY--"

He quickly clasped a paw over his mouth, which helped to keep any attendees from looking over in his direction following that blurb. Even Bogo wasn't able to hear it, as he was too busy trying not to squirm with every step he took by himself. After making sure he wasn't being watched by anybody, Clawhauser looked back at the paper with an awe-stricken expression. While he knew that Nick had a checkered past, he wouldn't have thought he'd have that much money at his disposal. He had to blink a couple times to make sure that number was correct, and eventually muttered under his breath, "Holy crap, that's a lot of money..."

A conflicted look spread across the cheetah's face, and he huffed to himself while looking between the paper and his remote. The last thing he wanted to do was push Bogo's limits, and risk betraying his trust by doing what he explicitly told him not to do. But at the same time, Clawhauser couldn't deny how tempting it was to add some extra zeros to his bank account. Not to mention, considering how the newest Gazelle concert was set to premiere in less than a month, a couple of VIP tickets wouldn't be a bad apology gift if Bogo could forgive him...

"Hmmmm..." The cheetah's expression turned guiltier the longer he thought over his options, but that didn't stop him from sighing silently as he tucked Nick's paper back in his pocket. After another brief moment of thought, Clawhauser eventually reached into one of his other pockets to pull out his phone. He made sure nobody was looking his way when he turned off Airplane Mode on his Ramdroid, and sent a quick text before doing anything else.

Vvv! Vvv! Vvv!

"Nnnghhh!!~" Bogo may have been focused on keeping himself from spasming between the intense buzzes from his toy, but he was still able to sense the vibrations from his phone in his pocket. The Chief forgot to turn off his phone before the event, and was quick to pull it out so he wouldn't accidentally cause a faux-pas. But before he could turn off the device, his brows raised when he saw a text notification on the lock-screen. After unlocking his phone, Bogo's eyes narrowed in confusion upon seeing the text message sent by his Friend with Benefits:

'Would you be OK with me going higher?~'

Considering how difficult it was for him to stand still with the plug's current setting, it wasn't too surprising for Bogo to groan to himself while blushing heavier. He quickly looked around the venue in a panic, almost as if he was worried his phone was going to be displayed on a projector or something. Fortunately, since nobody was coming up to the Chief, he was able to turn his attention back to the phone and make a quick reply. His cock was still straining intensely against the tight fabric of his jock, and his legs twitched incessantly while sending his text response:

'You remember what I fold you, right?'

"Ugh!" Bogo rolled his eyes with an annoyed grunt, and jotted down an additional text beneath the first one:

'*Told'

Vvv! Vvv! Vvv!

In less than a few seconds, Clawhauser sent a reply from across the venue. Since there were a few others using their phones (mostly to test the museum's newest app meant to serve as a virtual tour guide for attendees), nobody seemed to take notice of the cheetah and buffalo's virtual exchange:

'I'm simply asking a Yes or No question~ ;)'

'You're walking a thin line, Benjamin'

'Same could be said for you, stud~ :3'

'-_-'

'Dawwww, you're using emojis!!! :D'

'Anyway, I just figured you had it in you for a little more. That's all~'

'...'

'I'm not sure how much more I can take...'

'Does that mean you DON'T want me to turn it up?~'

'...'

'...'

'You don't have to send those ellipses EVERY minute!'

'Then answer my question, big boy'

'>:('

'Cmooooooooooooonn...'

'You know you want it~'

'You're a tease'

'And YOU'RE adorable all squirmy and blushed like that. :D'

'Cmon, Daddy~'

'0_0'

'Yes or No. Should I give Daddy some more?~'

By that point of their private conversation, Clawhauser was giggling like a schoolgirl exchanging messages with her crush. His chubby cheeks were delightfully red with blush, and he had to readjust his posture in an attempt to move his tenting erection down one of his pant-legs. He could only imagine how Bogo was looking right now, but he was sure that the mention of his Pet Name would help grease the wheels in his favor. He wanted to send another teasing text, but he kept his paws off the keyboard of his phone while seeing Bogo's ellipses in the chatlog. After a minute of tense silence between them, Bogo sent his message to the cheetah:

'Do not go too far'

'0o0 0o0 0o0 0o0 0o0 0o0'

'Oh myyyyyyyy~'

'...'

'Soooooo...'

'Ben, stop dragging this on!'

'Answer my question, Daddy~'

'...'

'Fine'

Bogo closed his eyes with a strong grimace across his tightly-clasped muzzle. He knew better than to be strung along so effortlessly by that chunky cheetah, but he couldn't deny how persuasive Clawhauser could be when he's in the right mood. Even now, when both of them were expected to be on their best behavior, the Chief found himself teetering at an especially precarious situation due to his own libido. And despite knowing how egregiously stupid it would be to continue with his mate's perverted antics, Bogo couldn't keep himself from sending that final fateful text:

'Yes'

Clawhauser's face lit up like his favorite doughnut shop just put out a fresh batch. After making one last glance around the venue, he quickly tucked his phone back in his pocket. He then stuffed his remote inside of his other pocket, and didn't give Bogo any warning before turning up the dial. With a distinct click, Clawhauser shivered in anticipation when he upped the voltage of that plug from three to four.

"NNNNN!!~" Bogo jolted sharply enough to make it look like he just touched an exposed wire to receive an electric shock. Despite how hard he tried to clench his muzzle shut, his involuntary groan was loud enough to make a couple officers glance over at him briefly. Luckily, the Chief was able to continue walking to avoid being the center of attention, even though the plug's vibrations were surging at an unbelievably strong rate to make his steps falter shakily. The toy's tantalizing pulsations were hitting the Chief badly enough to reverberate throughout most of his body, but were getting him especially hard around his prostate. He may have been able to stand upright while walking, but it was doubtful he could handle much more while his cock throbbed needily within the tight confines of his tented trousers.

Due to how tightly his cheeks were clenching around the girth of that buzzing plastic, his knees weren't able to bend too much while he walked around the crowded venue. Because of that, Bogo couldn't help but worry about how he may have looked to any attendees paying attention to him. With the way he was groaning to himself between weak breaths, combined with his rigid gait that was growing more noticeable from the plug's efforts, it almost looked like the Chief was trying to emulate the movements of Frankenstein. Fortunately, given how stern and imposing his reputation back at the station was, it was doubtful many officers could catch much of a difference from Bogo now.

And because of that, the poor Chief wasn't able to give any warning when someone came up from behind him. "Chief Bogo?"

"NNGHH!!~" The water buffalo jolted with a surprised yelp, but was quick to recompose himself when he turned around in an instant. His eyes widened in a panic when he found himself standing face-to-face with a slender zebra, who was wearing a professional-looking black dress and a staff badge that read 'Dolores.' Bogo recalled having met this woman a few hours ago, back when he and several other officers were running a security sweep around the museum prior to this event. But even with his heavy blush and involuntary response, the Chief maintained a professional look of his own as he nodded to her presence. "O-Oh! Uhhh... I apologize, Ms. Dolores. I didn't r-realize you were there."

Bogo tried to give a courteous smile to the zebra, and hoped more than anything that she wasn't able to overhear the distinct buzzing that was leaving his ass tightly clenched. Luckily though, Dolores gave no looks of suspicion as she smiled back at the Chief and waved her hand in dismissal. "Oh, you're perfectly fine, Chief. I should've known better than to sneak up on a cop anyway! Hehehehe~"

Dolores' chipper response was more than enough to make Bogo sigh silently in relief, but he could still feel various parts of his body twitching from the reverberations of that toy still buzzing incessantly. When he tried to look back towards the refreshment table, Bogo became more paranoid when he realized he was out of Clawhauser's line of sight. And to make matters worse, the Chief could still feel his erection trying its hardest to become rock-hard against the constraints of his jockstrap. He wasn't sure if Dolores would be able to immediately notice the bulge that was stemming from the crotch of his trousers, but the fear of being caught prompted him to force a weak chuckle in response to her little quip.

"But anyway," she continued as she kept a professional demeanor with the Chief of police, "I was really hoping you could come by and speak with Lionheart while he's here. I know it's short-notice, but the publicity could really help improve his image alongside the museum's reopening."

Bogo's muzzle skewed rather notably, which caused Dolores to wince from the awkwardness of his reaction. Given the Ex-Mayor's controversies, it wasn't too shocking to assume the Chief would want to keep some distance from Lionheart after everything that happened. And aside from Bogo's legs squirming a bit from his concealed titillation, nothing in his blushing expression gave much evidence that he was conflicted by anything other than her question. So when he was finally able to give a response, Bogo hoped he didn't sound too flustered when he asked, "W-Wait, you want me to talk with him? I mean... I-I'm not sure if now is the right time..."

Despite how truthfully he made that claim, his answer still caused Dolores' expression to turn more uncomfortable. "I know this is a lot to ask," she said with an apologetic tone, "and believe me, I wouldn't be asking this from you if it wasn't important. But I just got word that he's set to be escorted back to the Penitentiary in twenty minutes. And considering how much he helped the museum, we were hopeful to at least get some publicity photos taken for the presses."

That addition really got to Bogo, and his teeth could be seen gritting tightly before pursing his lips shut. Of course, that was less to do with the mortifying thought of being seen with an erection on camera, and more about what he was feeling physically. The moment Dolores said the word 'photos,' the Chief was hit with the worst possible timing as he felt the intensity of that toy go up another notch. Back at the refreshment table, Clawhauser was giggling to himself naughtily while slowly upping the dial of his remote, and trying his hardest not to rub one out in the bathroom. Meanwhile, Bogo's stance became as stiff as his bulge as he froze from the increasing vibrations, and struggled not to whimper with his pupils shrinking steadily. "Nnnnnnggggg..."

The water buffalo felt utterly trapped as he stood between the fretful zebra, and that ever-present toy that was leaving him too overwhelmed sensually to speak. And given how badly he was looking behind his blush, Dolores sighed in trepidation before adding sincerely, "If it means anything, I swear the museum will take responsibility if any backlash comes from you two being seen together. I know the police department dealt with a lot because of the whole 'Night-Howler' scandal, and I don't blame you if you feel uncomfortable from the idea. If you're able to tell me 'No' right now, I'll leave you be for the remainder of the evening."

If it wasn't for the added buzzing of his plug, Bogo would've likely told Dolores No before she could even finish her sentence. Even though he had no personal issues with Lionheart for his actions, the Chief couldn't ignore how many sleepless nights he endured due to the backlash of Judy's investigation. Not to mention, Bogo really didn't want to be caught in his tantalized state if he found himself caught in a crowd of unassuming attendees. But alas, before he could try to shake his head to give any audible statement, every muscle in his body tensed up when he felt another added surge to his plug. "MMPHH!!~"

His eyes widened even more, and the buzzing became even louder as the dial got turned up to Six. Clawhauser couldn't even see him anymore, but he was growing hotter from the mischievous misdeeds he was giving to his mate from across the room. Since he had no idea Bogo was in the middle of a private conversation, the cheetah wasn't able to feel much guilt from the torment he was giving to his Superior's poor prostate. Instead, the pervy cop was leaning against the wall while purring to himself in delight, and munched on another cream-filled doughnut without any worry.

Meanwhile, Bogo was literally shivering from the intensity of that plug, which was now buzzing strongly enough to leave his nerves tingling on end. He wasn't at the point of cumming just yet, but he certainly felt like he was teetering at the brink from how badly his erection was spasming in his jock. The bulge of his tent was swelling out every time his cock throbbed inside of his pants, but the zebra in front of him was luckily keeping her attention on his face. Unfortunately, Bogo was sure he didn't appear in the best state as his clenching muzzle twitched, and the breaths from his nostrils came out in measly huffs.

"Soooooo... Are you able to tell me no?" asked Dolores while staring up at him with her brows raised expectantly. She still looked unsure about the Chief's response, but her question was clear enough to keep her waiting for a direct answer. All that Bogo had to do was tell her No, and she wouldn't hesitate to apologize for the inconvenience and leave him alone. But the longer he spent without giving an answer, Dolores became more convinced that something could be arranged without offending the high-ranking officer.

"Umm..." Bogo tried to exhale sharply enough to settle his nerves and give a firm answer to the zebra. But even after clearing his throat, the Chief wasn't able to open his muzzle due to his overstimulation. The plug's continuous buzzing was hitting his prostate with a heavy pulsation that wasn't letting up in the slightest, and was only getting worse each time his cock throbbed in his pants. If he wasn't caught in a "discussion" with this staff member, he likely would've bolted to the bathroom to remove his plug, or at least get himself off without Clawhauser finding out. But given the situation he was stuck in, Bogo wasn't able to do anything but groan through his clenched teeth, and try not to shudder from the fur-raisingly intense treatment he was being given.

About five seconds passed following Dolores' question, but it felt like an eternity for the water buffalo left unable to give a response to it. Instead, the Chief could only squirm internally in his conflicted state, and couldn't refute the zebra's assumption as her brows raised in pleasant surprise. "... Well..." She made a brief glance towards the crowd circled around Judy and Lionheart, and then turned back to Bogo to say, "if you don't have any objections, I'll make sure the interaction is as brief and conflict-free as possible!"

Before Bogo could try to refuse, the assistant took him by the arm and led him towards the group. Meanwhile, the buzzing beneath his tail grew even louder with another unthinking click from Clawhauser's button. Bogo's legs writhed uncontrollably as he struggled not to stumble over his steps, even though the added vibrations were bad enough to make his knees lock up between forced steps. Meanwhile, Clawhauser was still left unaware of his Superior's predicament, and was too busy thinking about what to do with Nick's hypothetical payment.

Bogo's presence prompted several of the other attendees to step aside, and gave him some room so he could enter the circle. Several of the photojournalists quickly pulled out their cameras, and took several flashing photos the moment Bogo was in frame beside the Ex-Mayor. Lionheart's brows raised in surprise from seeing the Chief, but he also grew an elated smile as he nodded graciously to his presence. "Ah! Chief Bogo!" The lion tried to pull up his arms, but the thick chains binding the cuffs to his wrists and ankles kept them from bending more than forty-five degrees. Because of that, he could only shrug with a humbling smile before adding, "I'd love to shake your hand, but uhhhh... I'm sure you can understand why I'm unable to."

Many of the attendees in that group, including Judy herself, chuckled knowingly to Lionheart's little quip. Despite the crimes he may have committed before Bellwether, Officer Hopps didn't seem upset at all about being beside the convicted felon. It was unclear what her personal opinion of the lion may have been, but a sizeable percentage of Zootopia's citizens have shown slight sympathy for Lionheart's actions, with some even seeing his crimes as having been done out of necessity. Bogo himself didn't share that kind of sentiment, but his compromised state prompted him to fake a smile while standing around so many flashing cameras.

"Ooh, my~" purred Nick to himself, who was standing beside Judy with the biggest grin on his muzzle. While Judy wasn't looking, the fox couldn't help pulling out his phone to snap a couple discrete pics of Bogo's bulge. He wasn't able to overhear the plug's buzzing, but he didn't need to hear that toy to know that Clawhauser was likely taking him up on their deal. And because of that, Nick didn't even try to intervene while Bogo was caught in such a dangerous bout of titillation.

"Uh! He... H-Hello, Mister Lionheart," blurted Bogo after the briefest pause in his words, mostly due to how difficult it was becoming for him to focus on even the simplest tasks right in front of him. His heart was racing with dread as he felt the intense pulsations hitting his prostate without mercy, and his cock was throbbing badly enough to make him feel like he needed an empty stall immediately. But despite how direly he needed to shoot his load, the Chief was able to keep a courteous smile towards the Ex-Mayor. And due to the lion's restraints, Bogo gave a light bow of his head out of respect before adding, "I... I heard that a lot of the museum's new f-features were funded through your efforts. A-And I must say, they look to be very impressive."

Lionheart chuckled with an appreciative nod of his own and said, "Well, thank you for the kind words, Chief. But to be fair, all I did was have my lawyer sign some checks while I talked with a few officials. The talented citizens who worked their tails off around this museum are who should really be thanked."

Even when he was no longer in politics, the lion's charismatic words were more than enough to elicit some light applause from the attendees and journalists recording this interaction. Bogo remained smiling politely while shrugging his head, but his eyes constantly darted around to see how many cameras and microphones were pointed at them. His pupils were shrinking to give a clearer look of dread in his forced expression, and sweat was beading across his forehead due to the physical strain he was secretly enduring. But aside from Nick, who was trying his hardest not to giggle in amusement of his Superior's torment, nobody else among the crowd seemed to take notice of Bogo's skittish behavior or tenting pants.

And speaking of not noticing things, Clawhauser still didn't realize Bogo was in the middle of that group. So when he grinned more devilishly to himself, he had no idea what would happen when he upped the notch of that remote to an Eight~

"NNGHHH!!~" Poor Bogo wasn't able to conceal his response to the plug's pulsations growing more intense, and let out a sharp groan as he jolted out of nowhere. Several of the attendees yelped and gasped in surprise, while the rest of the crowd peered over at Bogo cautiously. Even Lionheart raised a brow when he finally took notice of the Chief's awkwardly skewed muzzle, which was twitching badly enough to risk raising some concern from museum staff. Bogo had to breathe out as calmly as he could in an effort to keep himself composed for this meeting; unfortunately, even if nobody was glancing down at his painfully throbbing erection fighting against the seams of his pants, his blushed face and whimpered groans were notable enough to raise some concern.

"S-Sorry!" he blurted while struggling to keep his eyes open, even though the plug's tantalizing vibrations were making his knees wobble as badly as his shaking hands. But after letting out a hoarse sigh through his muzzle, Bogo thumped his chest with a couple hard bumps of his fist and said, "I, uhhh... I must've dealt with some indigestion back at the refreshment table. My apologies."

If he wasn't so preoccupied with keeping things discrete, Bogo would've likely patted himself on the back for coming up with a save that quickly. Luckily for the Chief, Lionheart was quick to shrug with a chuckle and proclaim, "Lemme guess: Those shrimp cocktails got to you again?~"

Bogo grunted with a sharp scowl that he pointed away from the lion, which prompted many of the attendees to laugh from that little jab. Fortunately though, the Chief's blush and sheepish state now had a feasible context, which helped to make him feel a little less overwhelmed when some of the cameras from the press flashed repeatedly. His bulging erection was likely being displayed in high-definition for the newspapers and blogposts tomorrow, but it wasn't like he could dwell too hard on that detail while struggling not to jizz his pants in front of Zootopia's highest elite. Not to mention, the plug's increased voltage was causing his nerves to spasm wildly, and his thoughts to constantly blank before he could get any words out of his mouth.

"Oh, I kid, I kid," assured Lionheart as he tried to bring the topic of discussion back to more news-worthy content. While Bogo was left standing rigidly with his face frozen between affliction and hidden dread, the lion turned his attention back down to Judy and said, "But seriously though, I really am happy with how quickly the museum was revived for this opening. You must be especially grateful yourself, Officer Hopps."

If Judy was just a couple feet closer to Bogo, she likely would've caught the distinct buzzing sound that was emanating from his backside like a swarm of enraged hornets. But since nobody was looking up at the Chief's strained expression, and especially not the strong twitches that could be seen at his aching bulge, nobody was able to interrupt Judy when she gave a light shrug to Lionheart's statement. "Well, I'm certainly glad the museum wasn't completely destroyed, that's for sure!"

Everyone in the crowd laughed from that humorously truthful jab, with even Bogo forcing out a weak chuckle to keep up appearances. Unfortunately, as the water buffalo squirmed uncomfortably from the effects of Clawhauser's plug, Nick couldn't help grinning while peering up at him through his dark shades. His sights veered down to the sight of Bogo's unobstructed tent, which gave the fox a very detailed outline of the Chief's thick and meaty cock. Bogo's member was straining hard enough against the fabric for Nick to see the thick veins that ran down his shaft, which grew more prominent each time it throbbed needily against his leg. Even when Judy started to speak with more detail to the presses, Nick's focus was distracted with the lewd thoughts that were coursing through his brain while eyeing Bogo's soon-to-be messy predicament.

"But in regards to the museum's construction," began Judy while smiling politely, and making sure to keep her attention on Lionheart instead of the flashing camera bulbs, "I'm honestly just as grateful as all of you that the process was completed so efficiently. Nick and I even assisted with some of the work off-duty, although I can't say either of our efforts were as significant as the..."

While the bunny continued her genuine speech in regards to the event's success, nobody took notice of Nick discreetly fiddling with his phone. With only the briefest glances down at his screen, the fox used his well-honed abilities to write down a quick text with the tip of his paw. In less than a couple seconds, Nick sent a quick text to an unfamiliar number that he hadn't listed as a contact just yet. Meanwhile across the venue, Clawhauser was pulled from his naughty thoughts of Bogo when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Even though he had planned to turn the phone on Airplane Mode for this event, he decided to leave it off if an emergency occurred. However, the moment he turned on his screen and saw the text notification, the cheetah's eyes lit up when he read the short message:

'I have the payment ready to send. Turn it to Ten. NOW~'

Clawhauser was already blushing hard from the taboo feelings he was experiencing from tormenting his mate in secret. But the moment he read that message from Nick, the cheetah shuddered badly while rubbing his crotch with a frosting-glazed paw. He had to look around for a second before giving a reply, just in case anybody caught Clawhauser rubbing himself through his pants like a potbellied pervert. Fortunately though, since the officer was still in the clear, it didn't take long for a wide and mischievous grin to spread between his chubby cheeks.

Nick didn't feel any buzzing from his phone after he set it to video, and pointed the camera right at his squirming Chief; however, the fox did overhear the faintest buzzing that caused his ears to perk up with intrigue. Of course, that buzzing could only be heard for a split-second, before another noise interrupted Judy's well-composed speech:

"... So in summary, I guess all I can say is this. Despite all the problems that stemmed from the Night-Howler incident, the fact that we were able to persevere really shows the immense strength and tenacity that Zootopia carries with its--"

"NnnnnnnNNNNNNNNnnnnghhhhhh!!~"

Bogo couldn't hold it in anymore, and spasmed uncontrollably while his body became as stiff as a corpse in rigamortis. While most of the other attendees looked over to see what was up with the Chief of police, Nick couldn't contain the look of surprise on his smiling face when he saw the magic happen. Bogo had his eyes tightly clenched shut, and the only response he could give following his heavy groan was a pathetically weak and lingering whimper. His legs tried to clench shut to keep himself from thrusting his hips involuntarily, but his rigid stance was still put to the test with every hard, unrelentingly intense throb of his cock through the tight confines of his pants. And even with how securely his cock was nestled in the codpiece of his jock, the bulge it made at his crotch could still be seen pulsating each time he helplessly spurted inside of it.

Bogo wasn't able to stop the onslaught of tantalizing bliss that swept through his body, and had to grit his teeth each time his cock throbbed with such an overwhelmingly strong wave of relief. He could feel his cock and balls being coated with jizz while continuously cumming in his jockstrap, which was the only thing keeping the front of his pants from showing any noticeable stains. The Chief had no idea how many of the attendees could catch on to what was really happening, but he doubted he could get away with orgasming without detection. Or at least, he hoped to everything that was holy that none of the keener-sensed journalists could smell the fresh cum he was secretly pumping inside of his pants.

The mortifying ordeal only lasted for a few seconds at most, but it felt like an eternity to the buffalo who was struggling not to let his secretive climax look too obvious to all those cameras and museum staff members. Meanwhile, a lot of the attendees in the crowd were looking at each other and murmuring worriedly, since it looked like Bogo was having a stroke of some kind. Judy seemed especially concerned about the state of her Superior, and didn't realize how lucky she was to be glancing up at his face (unlike her grinning partner, who was getting a surprisingly good angle of Bogo's ejaculation with his phone's camera recording the ordeal). But before the bunny could ask what was wrong, Lionheart leaned in close to the Chief and whispered, "Hey, you alright, Bogo? I think some paramedics are outside the museum if you nee--"

"I'M FINE! I'M FINE!!" Bogo used whatever composure he had left to scurry away from the lion, and caused several of the journalists to scatter as he broke out of the group circle. "I-I'm really sorry!" he shouted while walking away from the flashing cameras, and trying his hardest not to waddle in his stiff and post-orgasmic gait. "I, uhhh... I think there was something wrong with the shrimp, I need to go!!"

Bogo cringed in unfathomable remorse as he rushed off towards the nearest bathroom stall, and felt the heavy volume of warm cum that plastered the inside of his jockstrap with every step. Several of the attendees giggled while taking notice of the buffalo's hasty run to the restroom, but nobody tried to stop him either. Back at the circle of journalists still nestled around Judy and Lionheart, there was an awkward moment of silence that stemmed from Bogo's unexpected retreat. But fortunately, even with how much Nick was struggling not to snicker mischievously, Lionheart was quick to revive the mood by saying with a shrug, "Hey, you know what? I've been living on prison food for the last few months, so if anyone can understand that kind of feeling, it's me~"

That little quip may have been inappropriate for multiple reasons, but Lionheart still said it with enough charm to get the group laughing once more. Even Judy had to stifle a guilty giggle, but she still tried to look past the crowds to see where Bogo may have ran off to. Meanwhile, neither her or anybody else took notice of the smirking fox standing beside Judy, who was humming to himself contentedly and playing with his phone.

By the time Lionheart and Judy went back to conversing cheerfully among the presses, the only thoughts regarding Bogo was that he probably just dealt with some bad food poisoning. And while that was definitely a lucky break for the Chief himself, that didn't mean his mate/officer was going to get off so easily. While Bogo frantically tried to get himself cleaned up in the bathroom, Clawhauser was finishing off a fourth doughnut from the table without realizing anything that just transpired. Instead, the chubby cheetah sucked some of the remnant frosting off his paw before reaching back in his pocket, and turning off the remote for the sake of his Chief.

"Heh~ Hopefully that'll be enough to sate Nicky boy..." After deactivating Bogo's plug, Clawhauser re-pocketed his remote and went to check his phone again. As soon as he turned on the device, he gasped in surprise when he saw two notifications waiting at his lock screen.

The first was a notification from his PreyPal account, indicating the absurd number that Nick Wilde just deposited without any issue. There was even a note attached to the payment, which read 'Thanks for making this event more fun, cutie~ ;)'

Clawhauser wanted to blush bashfully at Nick's compliment, but it was hard for him to really feel too tickled when he noticed the notification right under the first. It may have only been a text notification, but the cheetah still felt his fur rise up in fear upon reading the message:

'WE NEED TO TALK. NOW.'

The End