"LISTEN UP, CADETS!"
 
Major Friedkin looked over the line of new recruits. There were twelve in all, animals from all across the land, now here in Zootopia to be trained as police officers. Like her, they were dressed in a T-shirt and shorts for the exercise, but /unlike/ her, none wore the baseball cap that crowned her as Major, and their drill sergent for the remainder of their time at the Zootopia Police Academy.
 
If they survived, that is. She knew that /at least/ a fourth of them might not make it. And that was fine by her.
 
"Zootopia's districts are brutal!" she yelled at the row of animals. "There are twelve different areas, all with diverse ecosystems. And you're going to have to master all of them--or you're DEAD!"
 
As she spoke, one particular cadet caught Major Friedkin's eye: a dark blue cat, standing innocently among the bulls, tigers, and goats here to become law enforcement. He was rather tall, with a lean figure that could be worked into something fierce, and had sparkling orange eyes that pierced into her very soul.
 
Just looking at him made her wet with desire. Major Friedkin licked her lips, trying to ignore the tingling feeling between her legs as she spoke.
 
Makuta himself was quite in awe of his polar bear instructor. She was tall and fierce, her muscles showing off years of experience, and had clearly worked hard to get in this position as their trainer.
 
Her large tits, however, was what really attracted him. They swayed under her uniform as she spoke, and Makuta imagined getting fucked by her tits and cumming between them.
 
Then he looked up, and realized Major Friedkin had noticed his staring. For a moment he thought she'd yell at him, but instead the instructor chuckled, and, speaking to all the cadets, said, "You better not get /distracted/ if you're going to make it through this. Otherwise we'll throw you to the sharks. Their paperwork process is /brutal/, and don't get me started on the bloodbath that's there exercise routine!"
 
Major Friedkin grinned. "Alright cadets. That's enough of the preamble. Are you ready to begin?"
 
Silence.
 
"You will reply to me with 'Yes Major'", the polar bear ordered. "UNDERSTAND?"
 
"YES MAJOR!" twelve voices yelled at once.
 
Major Friedkin turned around. Behind her was massive replicas of three different Zootopia environments: Little Rodentia, Canyonlands, and Swamplands. She blew her whisle with a loud /tweet!/ and pointed. "Crawl through the Swamplands. Go, go, GO!"
 
The recruits immediately obeyed, running to the Swamplands replica. They were immediately surrounded by a gooey, gripping swamp, exhauting humidity, and scorching heat. Makuta managed to last a minute before collasping like everyone else, and being blown back to the beginning of the horrid challenge.
 
"DEAD!" Major Friedkin yelled. "NEXT!"
 
She pointed to Little Rodentia. Inside this tiny replica of a town was buckets and cups painted to look like mice, chipmunks, and others. They were all moving thanks to some kind of mechanial switch, and some were going /very/ fast.
 
"Cross from one end of the town to the other," Major Friedkin ordered "GO!"
 
Still wet from the Swamplands, each cadet tried to cross, doing their best to avoid the "townspeople"--and utterly failing, as cadets tripped on, stepped on, kicked, and ran over the poor civilians. Makuta himself made it two-third through before he heard a /crunch/ beneath his foot, and looked down to see the remains of a cup painted like a squirrel.
 
"DEAD!" Major Friedkin shouted at them. "Act like that in Zootopia, and you'll be fired faster than a Cheetah can get to 34th street. LAST ENVIRONMENT, CADETS!"
 
Last but not least, there was Canyonlands, a huge sculpted rock with high edges and a fierce cliffside, covered in rocks for climbing. And, of course, there was /more/ terrible heat. "Climb the cliff to the other side--GO!" Major Friedkin shouted.
 
Everyone jumped on the cliff face, slowly making their way up the rocks. Makuta managed to make it up three feet before sweat made his fingers slip, and he collasped to the ground. "DEAD, little kitty!" Major Friedkin shouted at him, making him wince. The cadets around him groaned and stood up, and once all had fallen, they shuffled off of the replica Canyonlands, looking relieved.
 
"Oh, you think we're done?" Major Friedkin asked, smirking. "Not quite, cadets.
 
"In fact, we're just getting started. DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY SIT-UPS! NOW!"
 
By the time the first day of training was over, every cadet was totally worn out, and their muscles were totally sore. "That was just a /taste/ of what to expect in Zootopia," Major Friedkin said. "We'll have more tomorrow--much more. Now, GET TO YOUR LOCKER ROOM AND CHANGE!"
 
Everyone stood from the ground and slowly made their way to the locker rooms. As Makuta walked there, Major Friedkin was watching him. Idly the polar bear rubbed her belly, and grinned.
 
She knew who her treat would be.
 
___________
 
Makuta collasped on his dorm room bed. The first day had been exhausting. The mock versions of Zootopia's environments was one thing, but all the exercise, sit ups, and weights? Boy, was he exhausted.
 
His roomate, a black sheep named Owen, settled on the bed across from him. "Man, that was tough," Owen said. "Wasn't it, Makuta?"
 
Makuta nodded, barely having the energy to lift his head. "Oh yeah."
 
The goat sat up on his bed. "At least things are easier for prey animals since Officer Hopps came through here," he said, propping his pillow up on the back of the bed. "Before we'd barely be considered cadets. But now we're allowed to stand along side you predators without complaints!"
 
"That's great," Makuta said, sitting up on the bed. He walked to the bathroom to ice his sore muscles.
 
"It's too bad bad Major Friedkin's our trainer. She is HOT."
 
Makuta blushed. He was glad Owen couldn't see him right now--just thinking about Major Friedkin's attractiveness made his dick twitch. "I was thinking the same thing," he admitted to owne.
 
"I wonder if she's fucked any of the cadets before," the goat said. "If she does, I want to be the one to fuck her in a heartbeat."
 
Makuta's face got even redder as he thought about it.
 
"Me too," he finally said.
 
___________
 
The next day of training was even more brutal than the last. Going through the mock Tundratown and Sahara Square was murderous! Makuta was relieved to still have his fur on after he fell in the Tundratown's icy waters.
 
When it was finally over, everyone went to the locker room. Makuta was covered in mud, and the slowest to shower and change. By the time he was all done, he was alone in the locker room, still naked, not yet changed.
 
He'd just put on his underwear when the cat heard the door open, and a lock click. "Hello?" Makuta called. "Owen? Is someone there?"
 
An animal rounded the corner, and he was surprised to see Major Friedkin. "Uh . . . do you need something, Major?" the cat asked awkwardly, trying to cover his active member. Why would she go in the men's locker room, anyway?
 
"I do need something," the Major said, walking forward until she was right in front of him. The instructor pushed the cat on a bench behind him, and Makuta winced, thinking he was about to be reprimanded for a bad training day.
 
But to his surprise, Major Friedkin reached a hand down to his underwear, and ran a claw over the outline of his sheath. "I need a good student to let me to fuck. Him. /Hard/," she purred, putting her hand over his balls and leaving it there.
 
The cat's cock jumped, but Makuta tried to resist. "Major, p-please. We can't--"
 
"Oh come on," the polar bear interrupted, smiling. "I know you're /very/ attracted to me--I've seen the way you look at me when we train." She took off her T-shirt and revealed a black bra--Makuta watched her breasts jiggle in the containment of the bra. Then Major Friedkin took her bra off, and let her enormous breasts hang lose. She pulled down the cat's underwear, flinging it across the room. "I know you like what you see. And I know you want to fuck me. So what's to worry about?"
 
Makuta hesitated. Then, after a long, slow moment, he nodded. "You're right. O-Ok. Let's do this."
 
His cock got hard, and came out of its sheath. Upon seeing Makuta's dick good and ready for her, in all its glory Major Friedkin grinned, and licked her lips. "I like what I'm seeing, cadet," she said, getting on her knees. "And I'm going to reward you for that fantastic performance."
 
She inserted the dick into her lips, and began sucking. Makuta gasped at the sensation of her mouth around his member--it was the best blowjob he'd ever received in his life. Major Friedkin was clearly advanced in more than just police training techniques.
 
She sucked his dick hard, and stimulated it with her tongue, swirling it around and letting the tip hit her cheeks. Just when Makuta was approaching climax, she released his dick from the welcoming wetness of her mouth. He looked at her and gave a disappointed mew, and Major Friedkin laughed.
 
"Relax, cadet," she purred, leaning her giant tits forward. "I'm going to take this to the next level."
 
She positioned her breasts so that Makuta's dick was between them, and then the stimulation began. Major Friedkin's squeezed her tits on Makuta's tender penis, and the cat moaned, loving the sensation--not to mention the visual of her giant boobs around his member.
 
Her breasts brushed against the tip of his dick, and Makuta couldn't hold it in anymore. Cum shot out of his penis right toward Major Friedkin's face. She caught it in her mouth and swallowed it, licking her lips.
 
Makuta leaned back, panting and exhausted. Major Friedkin released the cat's penis, and stood, her breasts jiggling as she did so. "Your cream tasted good, kitty," she said, reached forward and lifting him up.
 
"Thanks," Makuta said, eager for what would come next. Perhaps another blowjob? He'd like that. "Why are you lifting me?"
 
"Because," the polar bear said, smirking, "I'm ready for the main course."
 
She leaned forward, and ran her massive tongue all over his face. Makuta flinched at the weird sensation, but went with it, waiting for whatever sexy thing would happen next. "Tasty," Major Friedkin said, licking her lips. She was viably drooling now. "Goodbye Makuta. It's time for my dinner."
 
"Goodbye? What do you--"
 
She opened her maw wide, and Makuta stared in disbelief as a dripping tongue, eager teeth, and saliva-filled mouth rushed toward him, and chomped down on his head. There was no pain though--only the sensation of her lips sucking on his neck. And the weird feelings of being in her mouth. . .
It was dark and damp inside there. The tongue licked up Makuta's face, dancing around his cheek, forehead, ears, and nose, covering him with saliva. Not that he needed any, as it was dripping on him from all over the mouth.
 
"Mmmmm," Major Friedkin said. The sensation of her speaking caused his skin to shiver, and for his fur to stand on end. "Delicious sweaty kitty. Time to send you down to my belly."
 
At that, Makuta panicked, and tried to struggle, push against her, force her to release him and not /eat/ him! But he was far too exhausted after all the fun they'd had, and his strength amounted to nothing against the polar bear.
 
She swallowed, and sent Makuta's head down to her throat, a bulge appearing the cat was pushed downward. This space was much more cramped that the mouth, with an awful smell that hinted at the stomach below. Makuta tried to shake in the throat, cause it to reverse the journey. But he couldn't move, and the throat lowered Makuta steadily toward his final destination.
 
Major Friedkin swallowed him steadly, licking and gulping like a machine, her throat bulge expanding in size as she consumed the cadet. Soon enough, his head popped from the tight throat to a large, acid-filled space: the stomach! Again, Makuta tried to fight, but most of him was in the Major's mouth and throat, not to mention he was still too weak. He was forced to watch helplessly as the polar bear lowered him into her growling belly which was too small to accomodate his large form--soon, it was ballooning outward from Major Friedkin's stomach, and Makuta was forced to curl up in the tight space.
 
Major Friedkin's shorts burst open as her stomach expanded with the delicious cat. Only his legs were left outside her now, and she lapped them up eagerly, finally swallowing the last of him as his feet went down to the stomach. A bulge traveled down her neck for the last time, and it joined the rest of the cat in her belly.
 
Makuta was straining in the space, trying to fight while he could barely move. When his feet joined him in the stomach he knew it was over, but still he struggled, causing ripples that were visible on the outside of the belly. The liquid surrounding him was rising, and it smelled strongly of acid--he had to get out of here before it was too late!
 
Major Friedkin chuckled--she'd swallowed so many students by now that Makuta's struggles felt like harmless tickling to her. She rubbed her distended stomach and slapped it hard, licking her lips for the remains of the cat's flavor. "You got quite a taste, cadet," she said, grinning. "But looks like you've hit the end of the road."
 
With that, she left the locker room, watching Makuta's struggles as her belly swung from side to side. Soo, Major Friedkin disappeared into her own room.
 
__________
 
The next day, the polar bear woke up needing to take a massive dump. She walked to her bathroom with a smile on her face, knowing exactly why this was happening.
 
Major Friedkin sat on her toilet and shit out Makuta, feeling the bones in the solid brown that was leaving her ass. She delighted in the parts that struggled to get out--a chunk of the femur here, a piece of the fibia there. Until, finally, all of Makuta was in her toilet, nothing more than a big pile of shit.
 
Major Friedkin wiped her ass with a grin and stood up, looking down at the remains of the cat. Then, she flushed. The polar bear watched the remains of Makuta sunk down her toilet until they were gone, and she grinned.
 
A fourth of recruits didn't make it. And she was why.
 
Now, who would her next meal be?