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"Alright, I'm gonna say it. I'm surprised this thing can carry hundreds of pounds of fox and still keep trucking," Nick mused, leaning against the seats in the empty back of the van. With the fennec driver taking up an entire half of the front, he didn't want to chance anything by overloading one half of the suspension, and so chose to spread their collective weight around.

"Considering some of the loads we've hauled in the past, this is nothing," Finnick responded, keeping his eyes on the road ahead as he was unable to quickly look behind him at the larger red fox thanks to his titanic traps preventing the action from occurring. A quick errant metal squeal caused him to grimace. "Although, I think we're pushing it."

Nick sighed as he scratched his fluffy chest, the musculature providing ample resistance to his police uniform. It didn't thrill him in the slightest that his attire clung so heavily to his engorged frame that it looked seconds from bursting wide open, but he'd actually gotten a bit used to the fact, much to his chagrin. "Considering this thing hasn't succumbed to our weight yet, I think we're gonna be just fine. You're a damn fine mechanic after all."

"I'm damn fine in general, thank you very much!" Finnick gloated, his mouth contorting into a wry grin. "Don't tell me you don't want none of this." The other fox couldn't see past his swollen bulk, but he cupped a pec with his free hand, enjoying the way it felt like it grew as he flexed it.

"What, you're seriously ready to go again? Did I not rail you hard enough or something back there?" Nick laughed.

Finnick reciprocated with his own guffaw, his bloated chest heaving with every breath. "Nah, you did good. I could always go again, but I can live for now." That statement got tested with every passing second as, despite having the windows rolled down and the AC cranked to its limit, the scent wafting off the pair of fox beefcakes saturated the cabin of his van. "I'm honestly amazed at how much that clears my mind."

"That's the only way we ever get anything done at the station - drain our balls, and then get back to work."

That got Finnick thinking about them heading back to the station after dropping his friend's DNA sample off at the lab, the larger fox taking extra care not to get close to any of the technicians that weren't wearing full-body suits. The sights at the police headquarters were unlike anything he ever could've imagined - so many cops in various states of undress that he almost wondered if they'd wandered into a highly specifically themed strip club. Well, only the men, it seemed, as the women just went about their day. Their loss.

It _did_make him think of one officer in particular. The cheetah receptionist took a particular interest in his buddy, moreso than any of the others did. "So, uh, that Clawhauser, huh? He's real friendly with you."

"Yeah, Benny's been trying to hold out as best he can, but his willpower is pretty nonexistent," Nick had to bite his tongue as the memory of pounding the feline's tubby rear flooded back into his head, trying not to arouse himself now. It became rather difficult when he remembered how much the spotty cat declared overwhelming need for him. "Poor guy, I feel for him. He's probably the fastest to give into his urges."

"That's obvious," Finnick scoffed, his own schlong twitching at the thought. "Man, I know I can be a massive slut at times, but that dude takes it to a whole other level."

The smell rolling off the fennec was obvious to Nick, who still appreciated his friend's masculine aroma in spite of attempting to stave off arousal. "Surprised you didn't try to get in on the action. All my male colleagues are used to a hypermuscled fox bending them over."

"Me? In a police station with my extensive record? You're lucky you got me in the lobby!" Finnick still couldn't believe he stayed so long as Nick went about his business, let alone entering the place at all. "Besides, those guys ain't interested in me unless you're around."

Nick rubbed his forehead. Railing even a few of his colleagues added an hourlong delay to his mission that he knew he couldn't afford to lose. "Consider yourself lucky."

Finnick watched as the environment around him turned icy with snow beginning to gently land on his windshield, getting him to activate the wipers to maintain visibility on the road. He thought about switching the heat on to help deal with the accumulating frost on the glass, but he realized how much of a boon the cold temperature was to help curb his libido. "So is Bogo certain this is where we gotta go? He don't exactly inspire confidence in me."

"Nope, this is only his best guess as to who could be behind this. We're starting with the most obvious suspect," Nick stated matter-of-factly. It wasn't exactly where he wanted to be either, but he wasn't about to argue with the chief over this, especially when it meant getting one step closer to solving his case. He hoped.

"Of course. All he knows how to do is spew bullshit," Finnick's choice of words inspired a fit of giggling. "Get it? 'Cause he's a--"

"Buffalo?" Nick interrupted, a smile stretching across his face as this was the latest in a long line of corrections he'd made about his boss' species.

Finnick could only grumble as the wind had been taken out of his sails. "Never mind," he pouted.

While Nick couldn't see outside for himself due to the lack of windows in the back of the van, he could certainly feel the temperature drop in the vehicle. Every single time he'd come up here recently it'd been here for work; it'd been ages since he got the chance to enjoy his time here. "How's the view?"

"Better than it usually is. The roads are actually cleared this time." Seeing the asphalt on the ground made Finnick very happy. "Of course I ain't the kinda guy who comes here a bunch to compare what it's like and stuff."

"Yeah, they're pretty diligent about that," Nick nestled into the back of the seats, the material feeling nice against his colossal traps. The crisp winter air was exactly what he needed as it refreshingly filled his lungs. "You know where we're going, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know where the place is." That was at least partially true as Finnick's eyes darted along the different paths to take, trying to remember the route he took to get there the last time. Cutting his speed could've helped as he wouldn't have to have taken so many sharp turns along the way.

Nick knew right away of Finnick's patchy mental map with how much the van lurched from one side to the other, with the only thing planting him on the spot being his overgrown musculature. "I'm, uh, here to help if you need it."

"Relax, I got this," Finnick rolled his eyes, thinking the offer ridiculous, especially when he could make out the front of their destination. A thick layer of snow piled high on the roof of the luxurious Tudor manor in front of him, scantly illuminated by a pair of lights affixed to the entrance. Of course he couldn't actually pull up into the driveway as the chain that stretched across the stone pillars that marked the boundaries of the property prevented him from doing so. That was to be expected, and he parked parallel to the entryway as a result, noting a couple polar bears in tuxedos observing their arrival in his side-view mirror. "You ready for this?" He called back to the other vulpine.

"As I'll ever be," Nick sighed, sliding himself close to the back doors. He watched with bated breath as they opened, allowing the outside cold to penetrate the warmth built up from the two hulking canines, though not without the pair of bears gasping when they eventually saw his overmuscled physique. Nick wasted no time in stating his business. "I'm here to speak with Mr. Big," he said. Normally at that point he'd be escorted inside the mansion, however, the ursines did nothing but gawk at him, having never seen someone of his grotesque stature before. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I look like the weird porn parody version of my occupation. Come on, let's go." That got the henchmen moving, feeling a strong hand on his boulder shoulder, though the steady tugging that followed got him to smirk; these polar bears weren't used to someone they couldn't forcibly move. "You know I can walk, right? I do have legs after all."

Finnick could only sit there and watch as the bears led his friend up to the front door of the manor, though it gave him a spectacular view of the other canine walking between the ursines, that wide frame on display for anyone to see. He felt especially drawn to the way that police uniform looked practically painted on with how stretched the material was, showing off the undulation of all those back muscles. And that ass - mmf, it was perfect! His fat cock rose to attention in spite of the freezing cold weather barreling in through the open windows. "God, he's so fucking hot."

Nick, meanwhile, felt as cool as a cucumber as he was led through the halls of the mansion - relatively speaking, of course. His gut instinct always told him to be on his toes while here, and this was no exception. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he rounded the corner to the one door that he'd passed through more times than any other in the entire abode.

On the other side of the door was an office covered in ice, as if someone had left the windows open while a blizzard raged outside. While there was a fireplace in the dead centre of the far wall, it almost seemed like it'd never been stoked with all the snow piled in every corner. Just about the only place unaffected by the elements was the top of the desk that stood angled in the room, a tiny chair situated upon it swiveled in the opposite direction with its occupant unaware of who just entered alone. "State your business, and make it quick. I'm a _very_busy man."

"Hello, Mr. Big. Er, um," Nick stammered, trying to think of how not to start off the conversation on the wrong foot, "so happy to see you again!" He lied.

Mr. Big rolled his eyes. "Ah, Nicky. To what do I owe the displeasure?"

That wasn't what Nick wanted to hear, but at least the arctic shrew was willing to listen. "Okay, you see--"

"You look disgusting." Mr. Big blurted out when he rotated his chair around. "What happened to you?"

"That's... actually why I'm here."

Mr. Big only stared at the oversized vulpine, his gaze never leaving his uninvited guest. "I fail to see how this correlates, but please, continue."

Nick's burly shoulders drooped at the shrew's blunt nature, but he was here for an important reason. Time to put his game face on. "Right, well, despite what this," he gestured to his enormity, "looks like, I..." His face burned in embarrassment as the reality of the situation abruptly dawned on him. "Oh my god, I feel ridiculous... I'm actually here on official police business."

Several long moments went by as Mr. Big studied the fox before him, not wanting to say anything until he made up his mind. "I don't believe you. How do I know this isn't an elaborate ruse?"

"Well, I can very much tell you I wouldn't be here unless asked to by my commanding officer." In a stroke of genius, Nick got the bright idea to reach into his shirt pocket - far tighter than he was comfortable with - and pull out his authentic identification, issued to him when he was first accepted to the force. "See? I have the badge and everything with me."

Mr. Big glanced down at the badge before flicking his gaze back at the broad canine. "You expect me to believe your fabricated story? You're presenting me with a bent badge. For all I know, that's a cheap plastic toy made for school children."

"Bent?" Nick's eyes went wide when he heard that, only for them to bug out wider when he understood how true the statement really was. "Oh no, it is! Oops..." In his haste in trying to remain as professional as possible, he failed to think of all the ramifications that his incredible bulk had on his job. He shoved his crooked badge back into his shirt pocket, his tail thoroughly between his legs. "Alright, I'll get out of your hair in just a sec. All I need to know from you is if you're the reason behind why I'm huge like this."

"No, I am not."

Nick threw his hands up in the air as he obtained the answer he knew was coming, feeling like this whole thing was just a gigantic waste of time. "Okay, that's all I had for you. I'll just be on my way then," he turned to leave, already reaching for the door handle.

"No, you will not."

Nick's eyes bulged out as wide as saucers as the icy words of the shrew pierced his ears. "I, uh, beg your pardon?" He turned his swollen form to look at the mob boss. "Sir?"

Mr. Big eased out of his seat, standing up near the edge of the desk. "You may not leave now, Nick. While your current stature disgusts me, I can't say that I'm not also enthralled by it. You excite me in ways I haven't felt in a very long time."

"That is... horrifying to hear," Nick's lips pursed just as his body tensed in anxiety, inadvertently showing off more of his size. He'd been inundated with his own scent for so long now that he had no idea how much of it had permeated the room, only realizing then just how terrible of an idea this whole thing was in the first place. Having sex with the shorter man was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment or ever. "Please, just let me go. I-I-It'll be like I was never here!" If there was one thing he wasn't ashamed to do, it was grovelling - it'd gotten him out of a ton of sticky situations in the past.

"Not happening. Your body is an affront to nature, and yet I can't seem to pry my attention away from it." That admission was punctuated with Mr. Big removing his bowtie, unceremoniously throwing it on the chair behind him. "You know what I am, Nicky? An arctic shrew - one of the most aggressive carnivores in all of existence." Next came his tuxedo jacket being draped over the armrests. "We crave meat; we are who we are because of evolution."

"Positively riveting biology lesson there, Mr. Big, but I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere. Duty calls, and all that." With his tension with the shrew the most palpable it's ever been, Nick knocked on the door to try to alert the polar bear bodyguards and get out of the situation. "Hey, come on, guys, you can open up now. We're done in here." After hearing nothing come from the other side he began slamming his fist against the metal, unable to even make a dent. His apprehension grew tremendously. "Guys? You're there, right? Let me outta here!"

Mr. Big only shook his head. "I'm afraid that won't be possible. I've told my boys that only I can instruct them to open the door, and no one else."

"You can't be serious!" Nick palmed his face with both hands.

"That's just how the mafia works," Mr. Big stated, removing his vest and throwing it somewhere behind him. He then glanced up at the vulpine. "Now, do you dare disrespect me by attempting to leave?"

The question only got Nick to sputter, incomprehensible vocalizations leaving his mouth and doing an excellent job of displaying his hesitancy. Nevertheless he relented, knowing just what the shrew was capable of when having plans go awry. "I do not..."

"That's good. I appreciate that," Mr. Big declared with a nod, stripping out of his dress shirt and revealing his pudgy torso to the frigid arctic air. "And now that I think about it, I do believe you haven't fully paid me back for your little rug stunt. This would be an excellent way to settle your debt with me."

"You--" Indignance riled Nick up, his bloated muscles tensing as a result. "You can't actually still be sore about that!"

"I am. That cut me deep, Nicky," Mr. Big said as he removed his trousers, leaving only a pair of briefs remaining on his tiny body.

Nick wanted to run; he could jump through a window or even bust through the wall itself to reach freedom, but even he knew it'd be short-lived. The mafioso was as cunning as he was terrifying, and it'd only be a matter of time before his ursine henchmen caught him, having no idea what would happen to him at the end of that. He began pacing by the door in an attempt to come up with some way to justify not having to go through with this. "Surely everything I've done to help after the fact more than makes up for that by now. This should be water under the bridge!"

"It will be when we're finished here. You have my word." And with a flick of his undergarment in some other direction, Mr. Big was finally in the nude, his meagre erection barely crossing past the curvature of the underside of his belly.

"This is the worst day of my life." Seeing the diminutive mob boss naked had Nick feeling the most despondent he'd ever felt, and yet, despite the mountain of regret pouring through him, he felt determined to stay resolute as a means of making it out of the mansion with his dignity somewhat intact. It was just about the only thing he could do to power through this living nightmare. "You know what? Fine, let's get this over with."

"That is the correct answer. Now please, step closer to the desk." With a gesture of his bony index finger, Mr. Big beckoned the foxy behemoth over to where he stood, intent fueling the plans currently forming in his head.

Nick rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yes, sir..." He sighed, doing as was asked of him.

Mr. Big watched at the bigger man lumbered over, a sullen expression staring back at him. That was less of a concern to him as the canine still wearing the vestiges of his uniform. "Your clothing is obstructing our potential lovemaking. Please, remove it," he broadly gestured along the officer's gargantuan frame.

"You certainly have a way with words," Nick stated through a strained smile. Still, he wasn't about to renege on his agreement now. Trying to make the act as sensual as possible, Nick gradually stripped out of his top after undoing the only button holding it together, parading around his prodigious bulk to his sole audience member. A deep crimson blush coloured his cheeks in the process. "And I said I felt ridiculous before."

Mr. Big observed the scene with a captivated gaze, not taking his eyes off the fox for a millisecond. "You are very skilled in the erotic arts, Nick."

"I've been told many similar things over the last little while." Spinning on his heels, Nick twirled around to show off his wide back peeking out over the top of the police shirt sliding off his brawny forearms, the various hills of beef pressing against one another as there was little room for it all to accumulate on his short frame.

Mr. Big couldn't help but be enamored with the lascivious display, his hand inadvertently stroking his leaking cock without him realizing. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it should be celebrated."

Nick scoffed. "And now you completely changed your tune?" His thumbs contoured along his tapered waist, hooking under the speedo stretched to its limits around his swollen foxhood. It would actually be really nice to get that thing off and let his endowment be free of its prison.

"As I now bask upon the very definition of animalistic masculinity, how could I not?" Mr. Big's nostrils flared wide as the vulpine drew the garment down along those globular ass cheeks, watching as they flexed into mounds that could easily crush his limo. The ambrosial canine essence wafted all around his head, fogging his mind and making him crave the officer all the more. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd been quite this horny.

Nick breathed a sigh of relief as he finally managed to shuck the piece of fabric off his aching member, the precum-stained article of clothing falling to the ground with a wet plop beside his musky top. Even he had to admit, he liked the way he smelled, his nose instantly drawn to the brush of his armpit and drinking in his heavenly scent. That coaxed another thick dollop of pre to belch forth and dribble down his length.

"Officer," Mr. Big's voice wavered, him being uncharacteristically anxious, "I request that you turn around now."

To Nick, it felt bizarre that the dynamic of the room changed as suddenly as it did. The mafia don normally commanded any room he entered. Hearing the shrew succumb to this sexual hunger seemed strange, but dealing with this sort of scenario was something he'd gained a ton of experience in the last couple of weeks. With a confident smirk he answered the unusually shaky call, his body sweeping widely so as to show off as much of his beef as possible. "I assume this is what you're after," Nick cooed, his cock now mere inches from the edge of the desk. This was the first and only time he could think of where he was in control of a situation involving the mafioso, and assumed that it would never happen again; he wasn't about to waste this opportunity.

Neither was Mr. Big, who's eyes remained transfixed on the drooling pillar in front of him, his mouth positively salivating at the juiciest looking prick he'd ever seen in his life. He'd be hard-pressed to find someone as hung even among his polar bear henchmen! Being so close to the canine's member snapped something inside him, and he launched himself at the throbbing endowment with a speed that neither of them knew was possible.

"Woah!" Nick nearly jumped back a foot when he felt the shrew cling onto his dick, that slender tongue sliding all around his mushroom head and driving him wild. A part of him screamed at how terrible his current plight was and that he should stop at once, but the rest of him knew the outcome was inevitable given that there was no feasible way of leaving the premises at the moment. He could already see the final result in his head, and it painted a hilarious, if enticing, image.

Mr. Big was beside himself in lust, indulging in the fox's musky pre that he licked up with his tongue. Not once in his life was he this insatiable in his sexual appetite, however he couldn't seem to control himself right now, regardless of whether or not he wanted to. His teeth grazed along the sensitive cockflesh, eliciting a moan of approval from the hulking vulpine it belonged to. That only encouraged him to go harder.

The overwhelming surge of ecstasy frying his nerves had Nick's fingers twitching as his engorged heft tensed. A breathy huff signaled his arousal skyrocketing due to the shrew's rapacious hunger, bringing the titan to his knees, the subsequent thud sounding throughout the room. Feeling the tip of his foxhood worked over like that had his own hands drawn to the tumescent flesh, feeling the veiny flesh ache for release. He craved it as much as the mob boss did and didn't hold himself back; he knew it'd be best to get this over with as quickly as he could.

Now scant centimetres from the rest of the canine's body, Mr. Big's target abruptly switched, his nose picking up the smell coming from the hulk's swollen chest. Having the vulpine joining in on the action allowed him to jump to those stuffed pectorals, burying his nose in the fur and lashing his tongue to unearth more of the intoxicating musk. "I can't seem to get enough of you, you big, beautiful creature."

"I am extraordinarily uncomfortable right now," Nick hissed. The sight of the man who had previously tried icing him making love to his immensity had his fight-or-flight reflex running in overdrive. The view, however, still turned him on something fierce, unaccustomed to seeing the mafia don be so needy for him. Copious amounts of preseed oozed forth from his rod, matting his red fur as the rest ran down his pulsating length in rivulets. "Why are you so good at this?!" His fattened testosterone factories begged for release.

Mr. Big felt much the same way, his own orbs ready to eject what seemed like decades of pent-up frustration. "I've had to do many things to get to the position I'm in. Be grateful for my talents." He tongued along one pec as his nose huffed the uncovered scent, writhing in pleasure as the muscle mass underneath involuntarily flexed from his attention. A hand shot to his turgid member before bobbing up and down, coaxing out his own orgasm. It was all so much for his brain to process at once, leaving his body to run of its own accord.

Nick now worked in much the same fashion, the pleasure centre of his brain overloaded from the electrifying sensation of the tiny shrew worshipping his enormity. His taint throbbed from the feeling of climax rearing its head, leaving his eyes scrunched up as the pressure built up inside him. He gritted his teeth as both hands stroked his leviathan crotch rocket from base to tip. Fuck, he was so close, barely needing any more attention to burst his dam wide open. That, for sure, would get the shrew to blow, and he focused all his efforts on trying to--

Mr. Big couldn't last any longer and shot out his meagre load onto the fox's pec, though to him it was the biggest output he'd ever had in his life. The feeling of afterglow instantly hit him and soothed his tensed body. Shit, he'd waited far too long to relieve himself like this.

That was all Nick needed to hear. Like a chain reaction his own shaft twitched, his pulsing cum tanks finally able to unleash the beast - so to speak - and fire off rope after sticky rope of foxbatter high into the air before raining back down on the pair of mammals. That was when cognizance returned to him, happy that his current ordeal was over, though not thrilled with what was to come next.

The sensation of pearlescent cum showering him sent Mr. Big into a second frenzy, unaware of what the officer was truly capable of until that very moment. It washed over him like a calming wave of lava that reeked of the vulpine's masculine virility. It left him pleased with the endeavour, happy to have his urges taken care of, able to actually relax.

Or so he thought. To his surprise he felt his body react in an odd way, heating up as if his internal thermostat was getting cranked. He pushed himself to his hands and knees on the fox's chest, shucking the spunk off his body as he wobbled to his feet. The sensation had him confused as to what could possibly occur now.

He got his answer when he doubled over on account of his own chest barreling out. His eyes shot wide open, his eyebrows unable to cover his concerned expression. His arms followed suit, thickening into grotesquely muscled limbs that stretched thicker than his waist did, his biceps bigger than his head. Then came the rest of his torso, his back muscles forcing his frame wider to take in more size that he didn't know was coming. His pudgy belly melted away as the growth hit his abdominals, only the shape of it remained, bloating out into a tightly packed gut that domed with beef. The sight absolutely befuddled him.

His dumbfounded visage endured as the growth hit his lower half, his legs now feeling the boon of expansion. No longer were his quads caked in a layer of fat from years of his sedentary lifestyle; now they positively exploded with inconceivable size, his swollen thighs touching and forcing his stance to widen. Even his calves joined in on the action by pushing out more than twice as wide as his shins did. But they couldn't compare to his ass once the growth coalesced there, his cheeks developing into twin mounds of rock-solid beef that would demolish any of his personal chairs were he to attempt sitting on them.

Last, but certainly not least in the slightest, was his package, which throbbed back to life to receive its own surge in size. He groaned in delight as it fattened in accordance with the rest of his body. Longer and girthier did his cock blossom, contouring around his abgut as it reached just under his newly-formed pec shelf, as his balls grew pendulous, dropping to his knees as they inflated in order to produce magnitudes more shrewbatter.

Seeing all this happening in real-time had a smile stretching from ear-to-ear across Mr. Big's face. "This is most fortuitous." The sight of his own immensity thrilled him to his core, puffing his chest out to witness how large he could make it. "I have never felt this incredible in my life. I feel as healthy as an ox."

"That's... so great to hear," Nick forced himself to be happy at the shrew's delight as he gently placed the pintsized powerhouse back down on the desk. He knew this was coming; of course, he did - it only added to the observations he'd made after servicing both Emmitt and Finnick. If there was anything he could take away from all this, it was that he had yet more evidence gathered for his case. Bogo... probably wouldn't be excited to hear about this, however.

"You may consider your debt to me repaid," Mr. Big declared, his arms resting forty-five degrees away from his sides thanks to all the bulk shoved onto his diminutive form.

Hearing that brightened Nick's mood, a smile twisting the corners of his mouth. "That's actually great to hear! Thank you, your... excellency? Um..." Truth be told, he had no idea what the proper way to address the don of the mafia was.

"You have made me a happy man, Nicky," Mr. Big's endowment pulsed when he finally felt how heavy his physique had gotten; he just about fell in love with himself. "Perhaps I shall inquire about your services in the future."

Nick scrunched up his face at the remark. "Uh, this... isn't actually my job. I'm a cop, remember? I don't do--"

"I'll pay double what you make in a week for every session."

Nick's nostrils flared at the shrew's words. He already made good money working at the precinct, but to have that kind of cash injection hitting his bank account? Shit, he'd been talking with Judy about going on a vacation for ages, and now he'd actually be able to afford it! Still, he didn't want to seem too excited about the money for the sake of appearances. "I'll think about it."

***

The trek back to the van was largely uneventful, with Nick saying he didn't need any escort. His mind kept replaying the events that just unfolded, unable to forget watching the mob boss blimp up into the embodiment of shrewish masculinity right on his chest. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of there and back into the city proper.

Huh, he didn't remember the windows being rolled up when he initially left. Finnick must've gotten cold, he figured.

Or... wait, the glass was fogged now, telling him the windows were experiencing a temperature differential coming from both sides. Immediately he understood what the shorter fox was up to, knowing exactly what he'd see when he opened the back doors.

Finnick nearly passed out in his afterglow, his cum splattered across one wall of the van's interior as he rested against the other. It took him a hot second to recognize that the cold was somehow getting in, and another one to realize that the larger canine was to blame. He got a giggle out of seeing the red-furred behemoth carrying his clothes on a broad shoulder; he knew precisely what'd just taken place. "Having sex on the job? For shame, Nicholas!"

"Hey Finn," Nick retorted, "shut the fuck up."

"Easy, I was only joking!" It took Finnick a moment to push himself to his feet, easing his way to the open doors. Neither of them seemed affected by the cold with how much heat they naturally gave off. "His bodyguards must've tangled you up good if it took that long to come back."

"I wish that was the case," Nick rubbed his eyes.

The gears in Finnick's head spun like mad as he made sense of the statement, his eyes lighting up when the realization hit him. "So then--"

"Yep."

Finnick then mimicked what happened to himself after making love to the other canine, gradually pushing his arms away from his body as if playing a game of charades. "And he--"

"Correct." The memory still being fresh in his head had Nick wishing for a way to reliably forget things that happened to him. "I dunno about you, but I'm ready to hit the road again."

"Yeah, I'll get the van started in a jiff." Finnick's plan was to get back in the front and drive them away, but he stopped when he saw a trio of burly men saunter up to his van. "Uh, Nick?" He pointed past the overmuscled titan. "You've been followed."

"Wait, what?" Panicked, Nick spun around, his traps fighting him in looking up at the intimidating polar bears that basically materialized behind him. "Oh, uh, hey guys! Was Mr. Big not finished with me yet? Did I, erm, forget something while I was in there?"

None of the white-furred ursines said a word, neither the tall one nor the shorter pair flanking him. Kevin, Raymond, and Koslov merely stared down at the red fox, expecting him to still get their message. They knew he would.

"Ah, I see you fellas don't talk much, huh?" Nick nervously chuckled. He was about to turn around and gesture to the fennec for an idea, only to stop when he saw the track pants they wore each tented by some of the largest natural cocks he knew existed. His eyes immediately flicked up to the three bears with a strained smile on his face. "But you do still know how to effectively communicate!"

Koslov snorted, his erection practically in the canine's face given his great height.

Nick gulped at the silent proposition, clasping his hands together as he tried to formulate a plan to get him out of the situation as quickly as he could. This deviation already cost him a lot of time and all he wanted was to move on from Tundratown. The decision ended up being made for him as he felt two sets of paws push him along, yelping when he saw the shorter of the polar bears usher him to more open spot for the three of them.

That left the largest of all staring down at Finnick, who had to hop out of the back of the van just to see the bodyguard's face. Despite his swollen stature, he could actually look directly through the ursine's legs due to his height, but his eyes stopped short on the twitching pole bulging out the fabric of those pants. His first thought was that the bear intended on stuffing him hard - which he was totally down for - but a quick glance upward revealed how flustered the larger man was, only exacerbated when he wasn't prevented from groping the polar bear's turgid endowment. It put a predatory grin on his face. "Oh, I am _so_into this!"

The pair of shorter bears led Nick to a bit of a clearing, more than enough space for the three of them to romp around in. Neither of the other men had said a word the whole way, leaving him a bit unnerved as to what they had planned. "So, you fellas do anything interesting lately? Maybe you went out for a day of fun with your families or something, or, you know, with each other." His anxiety skyrocketed when he heard nothing in return. He tried to force a smile onto his face, but his nervousness brought it as far as a grimace as his gaze continually swapped between the two bears. "You are more than welcome to speak up whenever you want. I'm not here to judge you."

Neither Raymond nor Kevin did. They instead started the process of undressing, both removing their sweatshirts and exposing their burly upper bodies to the fox, who's flagging erection suddenly sprung back to full mast as if he didn't just drain his balls. They then did the same with their pants, chucking them off to the side somewhere and revealing that they went commando while working, a trait shared by all the polar bear henchmen. Their rock-hard pillars begged to be touched, which they insisted the vulpine do.

Nerves had Nick afraid to act on their urging given his tumultuous dealings with them in the past, but a quick yank bringing both hands onto their members immediately quelled any apprehension he felt about the situation. "Just wanting to jump into it. I can dig it!" He chuckled, his hands working over both of them at the same time. Shifting his head back, he observed how the ursines reacted to his touch, a blissful expression adorning each of their faces, though that only lasted for so long, which he wasn't prepared for.

Now thoroughly getting across their desires, Kevin and Raymond each grabbed one of the canine's bulging arms and hoisted - a feat only possible when the two of them lifted at the same time - and managed to get the fox suspended in the air, their own sumptuous bulk tensing as a result. It was easier said than done given how red in the face they both got.

Nick couldn't make heads or tails of their plan, but his natural foxy curiosity told him to let this play out. He had to admire their persistence as not even he would want to move something as heavy as himself. After a brief moment of his feet not touching the ground, he soon found himself sitting down at the bears' behest, a yelp escaping his throat as his ass felt how cold the snow was. In spite of how the chilly air around didn't seem to faze him, that didn't mean he was impervious to the rest of winter's arsenal.

But it was exactly what Raymond and Kevin wanted from the vulpine. The pair of them exchanged the briefest of looks before descending on the confused colossus, their hands instantly getting to work massaging his immensity, both of their faces lighting up as they got to really feel it for the first time. It was the start of their fat cocks dribbling with need.

Finnick, meanwhile, had an entirely different experience with his bear, on his tiptoes as the now naked ursine had bent over and started smooching him. The two of them felt the intensity of desire pound through their heads, inundated with the need to empty their sacs. His schlong stood at attention the entire time, dripping with the urge to plow the henchman like he'd had done so many times in the past. It was a craving shared by them both.

Koslov grunted into the kiss, his thick lower lip quivering as the position he was in made his pucker wink with anticipation. He pulled away from the embrace, his eyes meeting the fennec's and explaining everything. Each quick movement was caught by the shortstack, instantaneously translating his longing in conjunction with his shortness of breath.

It put a self-assured grin on Finnick's face as he read everything the ursine's face told. Knowing it was time, he swaggered over to the other man's rear in a way that only someone with several hundred pounds of beef could, coming face-to-face with a set of ass cheeks that even put his friend's to shame. He whistled in admiration, feeling how thick they were for himself and liking it. The thought of the other hunk railing him played in his mind as he thought of how best to tackle this.

"Hmm..." He scratched his chin as he regarded the polar bear's rear end. While he had no issue topping a man significantly larger than he was, his problem became how he'd do that in the first place. He figured his best bet was to try and use the other man's body to his advantage. It took him a moment, but he managed to clamber on top of the ursine's meaty calf, careful not to succumb to gravity's effects on his tremendous form. Now standing on both for stability, he found himself eye-level with the henchman's back door and licked his lips in anticipation. Oh yeah, he'd remember this for a good, long while.

Nick couldn't believe how handsy the pair of bears were when they wanted to be, nor could he have imagined how much they would give into their arousal. He felt the two of them work over his lower half, causing his legs to spasm as a result, thoroughly enjoying their broad tongues lapping over his inner thighs. He snorted as they nosed his engorged orbs, the sensation pulsing through his nervous system.

Kevin and Raymond let their bodies take the lead as they tongued the fox's musky beef. Neither of them spoke a word during the process, but their ministrations imparted the whole range of emotions raging through them. The roaring inferno of longing engulfed their very beings. Their broad strokes grew more forceful, more passionate as the scent of the behemoth filled their nostrils and imprinted on their brains. It fueled their arousal further, enticing them to enjoy more of the canine.

They made their way up the other man's shredded pelvis, their tongues working in tandem to make the fox squirm. Raymond had the bright idea to gingerly trace a claw up the titan's tumescent hog, an act rewarded with a surprised moan that put a smile on his face. He kept up with the other bear as they made their way up his front, each of them manhandling the parts of the vulpine's body that they already made love to and feeling that kind of ridiculous muscle mass for themselves. It felt unlike anything they'd ever experienced in their lives.

Soon they found themselves underneath the monstrous canine's pec shelf, the stench now stronger because of the musky treasure trail running up the shorter man's front being hidden from the outside world once it squeezed between those chest boulders. They became enchanted with the smell, lashing their tongues at the fur to dredge up more of the ambrosial essence to inhale.

Nick had the goofiest grin on his face as the pair of polar bears worked over his enormity. He couldn't stop himself from giggling as their large sniffers poked and prodded every last nook and cranny he had to offer. Not to mention their hands - they were huge, much bigger than his own! They groped whatever they could find, which at that moment happened to be his swollen pectorals, leading to his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the feeling of unbridled euphoria blasted through him. He could get used to this.

Or he would have had the two henchmen not moved onto his armpits, now more voracious than ever. It led to their fondling increasing in ferocity as well as they began to put more effort into their squeezing, unable to dent his diamond-hard flesh, but seemingly still trying as hard as they could. That lasted until their fingers found purchase on his fat nipples, twisting and turning them as he did to the radio dials in his friend's van; between that and his pits getting ravenously tongued, he didn't think he'd make it all that much longer.

Finnick, on the other hand, was the insatiable one on his end, eating out the giant polar bear's ass like a home-cooked meal. He slobbered all around the other man's tailhole in preparation for what was to come. Happy with his handiwork, he pulled his face back, his fur matted by sweat, then began scaling the bear's hindquarters like a fleshy mountain. All the while his leviathan python bobbed in the air as he scrambled into the perfect position.

The fennec's rapacious rimjob had Koslov biting his finger, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of ecstasy radiating throughout his body. His expectation of what the shorter man would do drove him to try and assist the fox in whatever way he could, wanting to hasten the emptiness inside him being filled for the first time in a while. The shrew's henchmen didn't have a whole lot of downtime to release their urges, leading them to grow pent-up over long periods of time that they eventually had no choice but to relieve. It'd been ages since he had someone take his ass and he heartily looked forward to it.

Mounting the bear was no easy task for Finnick. He snorted in frustration as he struggled to find an appropriate grip to hang onto - moreso because of his stubby limbs rather than a lack of handholds on the ursine's body - eventually grasping onto the bodyguard's hips and breathing a sigh of relief. In his mind the hard part was over, leaving him now with nothing but fun.

His excessive lubrication let his pillar slide right into place, adding yet more lube in the form of pre that he slathered around the hole with a wiggle of his hips. A wry grin twisted his mouth as he felt the bear ready to receive him. With a slight grunt he gently pushed past the delicate ring of muscle, his preseed allowing him to glide into the ursine with minor resistance. He had to admit, while he might not have an ass-plugger like the red fox did, his seemed to do exceptionally well in stuffing the bear to his limit. He didn't expect a guy that much bigger than him to feel so tight!

Koslov snarled at the feeling of his rear entrance being split wide open. The sensation gradually turned pleasurable the more of the fennec he took in, sighing in bliss once that fat schlong contacted his prostate. Months of having to neglect himself melted away in an instant, the feeling of his balls raring to empty themselves starting to overtake it. A pace soon built up inside his anal cavity, causing his arms to buckle from the euphoria hammering his brain and leaving him to push his ass higher in the air. His need to be bred controlled his actions.

All of that sat well with Finnick, who didn't even register his point of view rising as he was more focused on railing the ursine as best he could. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk, thrilled to bits that he actually got to use his impossible size to drill into someone else like he was digging for oil. His body worked like a well-oiled machine, his pelvis oscillating as he pulled his girthy shaft in and out of the other man's asshole. It felt amazing to be on top again.

A hand from each bear stroked Nick's enormous shaft, his fingers twitching as he gripped onto brickwork that his back laid against. He could hear the two bodyguards huff in approval as they whuffed his musky pits, almost making him wonder if they'd end up cleaning him from top to tail with their tongues alone. That was about the only thing on his mind as pleasure started clouding it from how insatiable the bears' sexual appetite was.

Every muscle on his body flexed from the overpowering sensations pummeling his soul. His breathing grew laboured the harder the ursines manhandled him, with him wordlessly begging to be fondled more vigourously. He needed these men to make love to his body like he did to his colleagues, and they were more than happy to do so to a muscle beast like himself.

Both Raymond and Kevin craved the fox's size, wanting to somehow get closer to it, though understanding the difficulty given how much taller the pair of them were than the other man. Each of them had the urge of worshiping it as soon as they first laid eyes on the several hundred pounds of delicious beef, though knew they couldn't while working. With their boss exploring his newly-acquired gains, however, it gave them free rein to do the same to the vulpine, and they took the opportunity the second it was granted to them.

But all their lovemaking began taking a toll on them. Having so much of the colossal canine's manly aroma filling their nostrils progressively pushed their arousal past the point of no return, their climaxes inevitable now. Their lengths grinded against the thicker man's shredded obliques, needing to curl their bodies in order to do so. They'd been leaking like a broken faucet for a few moments now.

That all came to a head as the two of them simultaneously felt the need for release, wrestling their noses free from the fox's pits and gripping whatever part of the hulking canine their hands were already on. They both grunted as they thrusted their hips as much as they could, sandwiching their members against solid vulpine heft. Bearbatter began to pool on the ground around them as it had nowhere else to go.

Feeling both bears clench on his cock had Nick following after them, letting out a cry as his balls pulled up to his crotch and busted his floodgates open. While neither of the henchmen could encircle his mighty obelisk despite how much larger their hands were, they both became witnesses to how much his cumpipe bulged out as his fattened testosterone factories pumped out untold litres of spunk all over the three of them. He'd been in this position so often that he barely even registered it anymore, getting covered in cum feeling rather normal now.

More and more Finnick pumped his shaft into the gigantic bear, his resolve wavering the harder he thrusted. He pounded the ursine's muscles rear like there was no tomorrow. Back and forth his hips moved, pistoning in and out of the other man's tailhole like the other vulpine did to his own. Truth be told, he based his own actions on the vision of the canine colossus impaling him.

He jackhammered into the bodyguard with wild abandon, his face mashed against sweaty white fur, huffing the intense musk that was hidden amongst all the hair. He could tell by scent alone that the man was older than he was, and it turned him on all the more as the aroma became far more potent with age.

Which is what eventually pushed him over the edge. With so many sources of pleasure, the sensations grew too much for his inexperienced body to handle and he let the pressure in his cum tanks loose, deluging the polar bear's cavity with litre upon litre of creamy foxbatter. He cried out in relief as his cock geysered out all these ropes of spunk, nuzzling his snout into the small of the bear's back as he forced his pelvis flush with the other man's tensed ass cheeks so that not a single drop could escape.

That bulged Koslov's eyes wide as saucers, expecting the fireplug to inundate him with seed after his reaming, but not to this degree! His inner walls got painted a pearlescent white before he found his guts flooded. His eyes went half-lidded as a result, which in turn got him to let loose his own orgasm, blasting rope all across the ground, the heat of which melting the snow and pooling in its place. That was the sign that made him realize he needed to fool around with his colleagues more; it felt way too good to be fucked, and he knew he could make the others feel the same way.

Neither Kevin nor Raymond could've predicted how hard they'd cum after dealing with the fox, though neither of them regretted their time. Their shared afterglow felt indescribable as tiredness started enveloping their forms almost as if a reward for their hard work - a nice nap after jointly getting the hottest stud in all of Zootopia to jizz himself.

Nick, too, felt the thin wisps of exhaustion pull him into slumber, but the last thing he wanted was to drift off to sleep in Tundratown of all places. Instead he clenched fistfuls of snow in an attempt to do the exact opposite and hopefully leave once and for all. "Come on, stay awake." The shock of the cold seemed to do the trick, but only just.

With what little energy he had remaining, he managed to push himself to his feet, though not before nearly falling over again due to a patch of ice that he somehow didn't notice. While he was eager to get back to both his friend and the van, he couldn't help but look back at the pair of bears with fondness as he watched them fall deep into sleep. "Thanks for that, boys. Gotta say, that was more fun than I thought it'd be."

Finnick just about fell onto the cum-covered ground as his flow petered out, running out of steam to continue holding on to the other man's hips. Gradually he let himself down, though the sudden outpouring of his spunk from the bear's gaping tailhole only added to the potential hazard awaiting below him. Instead of the direct route, he hopped from a calf to the ursine's side to where the pool hadn't spread so much, allowing him a chance to collect himself unhindered.

He could tell the henchman was as satiated as he was as evident by the impressive amount of jism splattered underneath the polar bear, to which he whistled in amazement. Even he had to admit the man was something special in spite of not receiving the gift bestowed upon him.

The larger man groaned as he struggled in staying collected, to which he sympathized. It got him ambling up to the bear's face, lifting it up with one hand until their eyes met, and planting a quick smooch on the other man's cheek. "Call me if you're bored, we'll switch things up next time," he smirked, swishing his tail along the bodyguard's nose and guiding the ursine to view his dimpled ass cheeks. He intended on showing the imposing polar bear that he had far more tricks to offer.

Nick had been patiently waiting in the back of the van, drumming his fingers along one of the open doors when he finally noticed the fennec lumbering toward him, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

Finnick scoffed. "Seriously, Nick? How come you ain't thrilled with this? This is amazing!"

"Two weeks, Finn. I've been having sex nonstop for two weeks. It's kinda lost its lustre," Nick sighed as he stepped out of the vehicle. He then looked back at the pair of bears happily snoozing against the perimeter wall, a wry smile contorting his mouth. "At least it's sorta fun again when people try new things."

"Dude, I can't fathom how anyone could be tired of this!" Finnick was beyond proud of his physique, especially now that he knew he could pleasure anyone with practically every part of his body. There didn't seem to be anything he couldn't do!

That wasn't what Nick wanted to hear, and it got him to think of a way to get through to his shorter friend, ending up on a memory that he knew the other canine wouldn't enjoy. "Do you remember that one month when money was really tight and we had no choice but to exclusively eat instant ramen?"

"Aw man, why would you go and me remember that?" Finnick grimaced. "Still can't even smell the stuff without gagging."

Nick placed a hand on the shortstack's cannonball-like shoulder. "That's kinda what I'm feeling right now."

"Have you tried, I dunno..." Finnick rubbed the back of his bull neck. "Doing different positions or something?"

"I'd love to! But tell me, do you feel like dicking me down when you see me?" Proving his point, Nick pirouetted with all the grace of a ballerina, bending over right in front of the shorter man and practically shoving his hypermuscled ass in the other fox's face. "You know I got the cheeks to take whatever you give."

The sight of a pair of globular cheeks so overly developed had Finnick's erection chubbing up once more, and yet despite how he literally just pounded a man seemingly more than three times his height, he couldn't push himself to do the same with his friend. For whatever reason he craved being the one on the bottom when thinking about the officer. "Um, well..."

"There's your answer. So long as I'm afflicted by whatever this is, I have no choice but to top whoever asks for it." Nick would've laughed if he wasn't so sick of it. "I don't even remember what monkey's paw I wished upon and when."

Their excursion into Tundratown took them a little over an hour in total to complete, which was far longer than Finnick wanted to be in the area, and while he got some tail he didn't expect, seeing nothing but ice and snow for kilometres around had him missing the less weather-affected parts of the city. He also realized they didn't have much in the way of a plan at the moment. "So, what now?"

"Well, I should probably give Bogo a call and let him know this place was a bust," Nick sighed, gathering up his clothes and shoving them in the van so they had a chance to warm up, "as well as the, uh, 'development' that I was a part of."

Finnick shrugged. "Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. That'll be his problem to deal with. Don't sweat it."

Nick could only roll his eyes at his friend's lack of knowledge in the topic. "It'll be his problem that he puts back on me. Trust me, I've done this song and dance before." A cheeky opportunity arose as he eyed the shorter man, seizing his chance and playfully slapping the fennec's swollen ass cheek, eliciting a yip of surprise from the pintsized powerhouse. "Alright, mush. Let's get out of here."

"Do that again and you'll have to buy me dinner!" Finnick lasciviously smirked, his fingers climbing over the curve of the other canine's colossal pec shelf.

"That could probably be arranged," Nick responded with his own sly grin, bending forward so that the pair of them were face-to-face. "I heard there's a sale on ramen today."