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Officer Benjamin Clawhauser finished his fourth box of doughnuts of the day and shoved the now empty, pink box under his desk, brushing any errant sprinkles from wobbly jowls as he pulled out his phone to watch his favorite video of his favorite pop star Gazelle. The short, rotund cheetah worked as the radio dispatcher and receptionist of Station 1, the biggest and most well-respected precinct in all of Zootopia, always ready with a warm smile and bubbly compliment for anyone and everyone at the front desk. It was a job he absolutely loved, but over the past couple of weeks things had been kind of...strange. It seemed that little by little, every officer had become rather subdued, the normal boisterous morning meetings that had always been full of talk and good-natured ribbing were now as quiet as a church service. Even the large, loud rhino Officer McHorn had become downright meek for seemingly no reason.

Ben, bouncing happily along with the music, was so enthralled with his video he didn't even notice the line of chocolate and sprinkle covered doughnuts leading away through a side door until their delicious scent wafted under his small black nose. His eyes closed in bliss as he grabbed the one closest to him and took a big bite, at this point not willing to question who put them there, why, and what could possibly be through the door he'd never really noticed until now. He used the most recently-emptied box to pick up the round pastries so he could eat them back at his desk, but doughnuts became the farthest thing from his mind as a strange-smelling cloth was shoved under his nose upon entering the dark room. He struggled as best he could but still passed out from the chemical -chloroform, he realized why too late- and fell limp to the floor. ***************************************************************************** "O-M-Goodness, that was wei....wait, what's going on!?"

Clawhauser awoke in a panic, his head throbbing and unable to see or move. He could tell he was blindfolded as opposed to just being in a dark room because he could feel the cloth wrinkle when he furrowed and unfurrowed his brow, and he was bound sitting up in a chair, arms behind him with his legs straight out in front of him. His ankles were tied together in addition to, weirdly enough, his two big toes.

"Is anyone there," he said loudly, voice cracking slightly with fear, "look I'm a cop so I'd let me go if I were you or there's gonna be some real heck to pay!"

"He he he, is that so my chubby cheetah," a strange, deep, almost metallic-sounding voice finally responded. Ben assumed whoever it was was using some kind of voice changing device and thought that was a good sign that they might let him go.

"Yeah! I practically run the place so every officer in Zootopia will be looking for me as soon as they find out I'm missing!"

"I'm terrified, I'm sure," the voice said mockingly, "deeply terrified of a glorified secretary such as yourself. Luckily, only a glorified secretary is exactly the man with the information my acquaintances and I need, so how about you and I make a deal? Answer all my questions about your precinct, security codes and the like, and you can leave unharmed. Otherwise things might become...unpleasant, for you."

"Never," Ben exclaimed with a confidence he didn't really feel, "I would NEVER betray my Captain by telling scum like you anything!"

"Scum? Why Benjamin, that hurts my feelings. I'm afraid I'll need to teach you some manners."

The chunky predator gasped as he felt hands unbuttoning his dark blue uniform shirt. A slight blush of embarrassment colored his cheeks as the shirt was pulled open fully, exposing his round, jiggly, white-furred belly and chest to anyone who may have been in the room. "Wh...what are you doing?!"

"Nothing, my dear officer, just making you more comfortable. Tell me Officer Clawhauser, are you ticklish?"

"N-n-no, of c-c-course not!"

"Well then this shouldn't bother you at all!"

Ben tried in vain to choke back the slew of giggles, but it was to no avail as sharp claws wiggled around the perimeter of his soft tummy.

"Aw, poor kitty as has a ticklish tum, and such a cute high-pitched laugh!"

His face grew redder than it already was from the teasing. He let out a somewhat girlish squeal as a finger found its way into his deep navel, but Ben couldn't help thinking to himself this really wasn't that bad, sorta pleasant even, and he could easily handle it. He thought that right up to the moment those claws started moving higher up his ribcage and his giggles finally formed into full-fledged laughter, his massive belly sloshing from side to side.

"Ah, music to my ears! You know what would sound even better, answers to my questions. Ready to start talking?"

"Ne-heheheh-ver!"

"Ok, if that's how you want it," the voice said ominously. Ben screamed in ticklish agony as he felt fingers slid into the sweating, tender hollows of his armpits, saved from total hysteria only because the way he was tied which didn't allow much room for the nimble digits to do their dirty work. That didn't offer much comfort to the poor, tortured cheetah, however, as the tickling in one of his worst spots continued for a solid thirty minutes until stopping completely. Even once the fingers removed themselves he continued giggling and twitching for several minutes.

"Now then, kitty, feel like answering some questions yet?"

Clawhauser, panting and sweating heavily, his blindfold soaked with tears, turned his head in the direction the voice was coming from and shouted out a resolved, confident "No!"

A sigh. "Oh Ben, how I wish you hadn't said that," the voice said, sounding almost legitimately saddened by his refusal, "I've been going easy on you this whole time. I didn't want to have to break out the big guns, but if that's how you want to do this, so be it."

Before Ben could even think, every synapse in his brain felt as if it caught fire due to the new sensations of what felt like the fluffiest feathers ever stroking the arches of his taut three-toed feet and all rational thought was momentarily lost - all thought except for one.

"STAHAHAHAHP!! PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHSE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP!!!"

"YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT STOP, CAT! TALK!"

The chubby predator, at that moment, almost gave it, but right before he said yes an image flashed into his mind; it was of his parents. He remembered how proud they had been the day his graduated from the police academy and he knew he couldn't let not only his co-workers down, but them as well.

"NOHOHOHOHOHHOO!!!!!!"

"Alright Ben, you brought this on yourself!"

He screamed, literally screamed, as those soft plumbs began sawing against the flesh between his bound toes. That continued for several minutes, and the last thing Ben remembered before passing out was the hard, sharp quill-sections of those feathers beginning work on his soft toepads. ********************************************************************* "Officer Clawhauser, can you hear me, Officer?"

Ben's vision slowly came back to him, blurry at first but quickly clearing, and he found himself lying on a small cot with the face of Chief Bogo, a massive water buffalo, hanging over him.

"Are you with us once again, Officer Clawhauser?"

The rotund cheetah found he was too weak to answer, so he simply nodded. Bogo, with a surprising tenderness, lifted his head up and held a glass of cold water up to his lips. Benjamin drank gladly, quickly finding his voice again.

"W-where am I? What happened?"

"You're in a storage room in the precinct. As to what happened, that's a much more complicated answer. You see, the Captain has had concerns over possible information leaks at each station, so he ordered faux-interrogations of each Officer to see if there were any risks."

The cheetah struggled into a sitting position. He was still confused, but things were slowly coming together for him.

"So I wasn't really kidnapped? And is this why everyone else has been acting so weird, the same thing happened to them?"

"No, you never left the building, and yes. And furthermore, Officer Clawhauser, you should be pleased to know so far you are the only officer to not give in."

"R-really? Me," he questioned, unbelieving.

"Yes, and I must say, I'm quite proud of you."

At that point the old Benjamin Clawhauser resurfaced and he began bouncing on the cot excitedly. "You're proud of me, Sir?! O-M-Goodness! Thank you, Sir, thank you so much! Oh, but can I ask, who was the one doing.....that, to me?"

"We brought in an interrogation expert. Now enough talk. I want you to take the rest of the day off. Go home, relax, and try not to do anything to strenuous. Good work, Officer."

Ben stood on pudgy and somewhat shaky legs and began to leave, but stopped at the door of the small room. "Sir, can I ask one more question?"

Bogo gave a snort of annoyance, "I suppose."

"Were you tickled, too?"

"Why yes, I was."

"Did you hold out?"

"That's neither here nor there," he responded, clearly embarrassed, "now go home."