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This story was written for Kio Redsen. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, size difference, and Zootopia spoilers if you're the two people in the fandom who haven't seen it yet. :o

Bellwether's Benefits

"Inmate Bellwether, in accordance with the Longhorn laws established by... well, by yourself, you are hereby granted the following twelve hours of respite from your sentence. You may of course opt to end your respite at any time, and are under no obligation to use this time for any particular activity, however..."

Clearing her throat, the diminutive sheep waved a hand at the prison guard reading the regulations to her. The regulations that she had not only written personally, but had put into law for a situation precisely like this one. Yes, she was in prison, and that sucked. But Dawn was a smart woman, and she'd thought ahead for even this less than ideal eventuality. Prison life could be hard, but with the laws she'd slipped through into writing as Mayor of Zootopia, it would be a little easier.

"Hey, uh... thanks and everything for being so diligent in following the letter of the law, but I think we can skip the recitation of my rights here. I only have one request. By section thirty seven A of the Longhorn Laws, I request conjugal company to be provided for the duration of my stay. And in order to expedite the process, and avoid additional fees to the legal system by your having to hire a male escort, I request that conjugal company be none other than you, Prison Guard... um... sorry, what was your name again?"

Staring at the sheep in stunned dismay as she casually propositioned him, and blushing deeply beneath his woollen coat as the former mayor of Zootopia shamelessly stuck a hand down the front of her orange prison trousers and shivered happily as she began to rub at her pussy, the large ram guard swallowed nervously.

"Xyme, ma'am. I... I mean, inmate Bellwether. My name is Xyme."

Bellwether giggled, her soft but husky voice layered with seduction as she addressed the powerful but red faced and nervously shuffling male.

"Well, Prison Guard Xyme, unless you want to be put up on charges for denying a prisoner their lawful rights, I recommend that you get one of your colleagues over here quickly. Unless prison protocol has very much changed, I believe even conjugal chambers need to be locked from the outside. And for what I have planned? As fun as an audience would be, I get the feeling you'd prefer it was just the two of us."

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It took less than fifteen minutes for Xyme to check with his boss that Bellwether could indeed make the request she had made, and when to their surprise they discovered that due to a loophole within the Longhorn laws she actually could, only another five for the ram to find himself back in the isolated conjugal chambers of the prison complex. It felt so strange to enter the chamber without his badge, nightstick or belt. To hear the door locking behind him, and hear the deep giggles of Zootopia's greatest criminal mastermind of the decade escaping from the bedchamber ahead.

"I hear you out there. Come on in. Let's see you following the letter of the law... let's see how much you care about prisoner welfare. It can get so lonely in here... and there's only so much pussy a straight girl can eat before she needs a man to really take the edge off."

Xyme did as he was told, his hoofed feet rattling loudly off the concrete floor as he entered the bedchamber. His face flushed again beneath his white woollen coat, and the bases of his horns tingled in the way they did only when he was at his most scared or excited; in this case a mixture of the two. A soft groan escaped him as he looked at the bed resting in the centre of the rather sparse conjugal chamber, or more specifically at the woman laid out upon it. Bellwether was a delicate looking thing at the best of times, but without her orange prison uniform covering her snowy coated and pale skinned figure, she looked even more tiny. Nevertheless her eyes were sharp, her smile proud and passionate, and the sight of the pink rosiness between her lewdly spread legs facing directly towards Xyme was more than enough to ensure that she was by far the one most in control here, mentally speaking.

"You have no idea how easy it was to relax the laws on intimate relationships for prisoners in long term incarceration. How readily people on committees will eat up studies that say how 'companionship' will lower prisoner stress, give them something to look forward to and lower the risk of them developing behaviours that will lead to further offending once released."

As Xyme slowly approached the bed, huffing and shivering as his blue prison guard uniform began to tent noticeably in the trouser region, Bellwether kept talking even as she reached between her legs. The sheep ran her digits along the length of her slit, rubbing and grinding them against the tender and swollen flesh of her clitoris as they reached that little red nub at the foremost edge of her pussy. Even as she quaked and moaned in pleasure though, her speechifying did not wane.

"It's funny. For years I thought fear was the only tool with which to control and manipulate. But all the while, countless times, I was shown an alternative. I wonder how different things could have been, how much I could have changed things, if instead of fear, I'd used lust. Wrapping Mayor Lionheart around my little finger by wrapping my thighs around his 'big cat'. Winning friends on the police force not with my golden tongue, but... well, no, I guess I could still have used my tongue. Maybe that bunny cop wouldn't have been so eager to pal around with a fox, if she'd spent her nights screaming my name and soaking my face with her hot bunny cu-..."

Bellwether paused. She shuddered and moaned as she looked down at her hand upon her crotch, having fallen still where it had been feverishly rubbing at her clit. Her fingers were glistening, and already she could see a few dark spots on the bedding beneath her. Her gaze then turned up, towards Xyme, the prison guard standing frozen in place with a stunned expression on his face and his own little wet spot on the front of his trousers where his rigid cock had started leaking pre. The sheep giggled softly, and shuffled back on the bed as she beckoned for the still clothed ram to join her.

"I'm sorry, I got a little carried away there. Sometimes I long for the olden days, and when I get the urge to scheme, the urge to monologue goes right along with it."

Licking her lips and running her non-pussy juice stained hand through her tufted woollen hair, Dawn beckoned to the prison guard.

"You've listened enough. You've watched enough. Time to act, Xyme. Time to uphold the law... and fuck me with that big ram-rod of yours."

Scrambling up onto her feet, shaky not because of the recent pleasure but just because the mattress and the bed upon which it was resting were slightly uneven, Bellwether moved to the edge of the bed once more in order to assist the prison guard as he very slowly, still half expecting this to be some sort of prank or elaborate entrapment, began to take off his clothes in front of the prisoner. Already he was without his belt, such items prohibited around such a potentially violent high risk prisoner, but it was the buttons of his shirt rather than his trousers that the male began to pluck at first. His efforts to delay the inevitable were curtailed however when Bellwether began to unbutton and unzip his trousers of her own accord.

"I-inmate Bellwether, I... a-ahh..."

Xyme barely had a chance to voice his continued nervousness when a gasp of pleasure stole his speech away, the female sheep pulling down his trousers and boxer shorts to his knees in record time and shamelessly grabbing at his thick erection with both hands. She stroked his cock firmly, squeezing its length between her hands as she murmured to him in a deep, soothing tone.

"Dawn. Call me Dawn. I'm not your inmate now. I'm just your... your mate."

Soon she released the male's cock, and lay back down upon the bed. The touch of her hands had achieved its desired effect though. It was with haste; nervous haste but haste nonetheless, that Xyme pulled off the rest of his clothes and scrambled up onto the bed. He knelt before the small and delicate woman, looking down at her with such conflicted desire. She was a monster... she'd tried to tear apart Zootopia at the seams with her plan to unite all prey against predators. But goddammit, if her body wasn't perfect. Her woollen coat sheared short in all the right places, and in some even trimmed entirely bare. Her belly was a pale pink, smooth as silk and begging to be touched by warm lips. Her chest was surrounded by a light coat of snowy fluff, while her breasts were bare to show off the small but perky little mounds. And her pussy... that was clean shaven too, so perfect, even if it did seem worryingly small for a man of his ample stature and girth.

"What... uh... w-what would you like me to do, inm... I mean, Dawn? How would you like me to please you?"

The sheep giggled at Xyme's question, and it made his cheeks burn scarlet. He couldn't have sounded more like a virgin if he'd tried, and while that was far from the truth it didn't change how embarrassing it was to hear himself act like such a novice.

"You're such a sweet lunk. No wonder all the girls in my block moan your name when I fist them."

Xyme's face went from scarlet to crimson. He had no way of knowing if anything that Dawn said to him about her personal relations with other prisoners was true, but it was impossible to deny that in any prison, sex did happen. So maybe. Just maybe.

Thankfully before he could get too lost in the idea of countless members of the prison population craving what he had to offer, Dawn reminded him that he had one such prisoner actually waiting right in front of him.

"But if you really need to be told, Xyme? I've had tongues. I've had fingers. What I haven't had in weeks is cock. What I want is for a big strong ram to show me how he treats a ewe begging to be bred. After all, we all know that in the bedroom, no matter what the news might have said in recent months... it's not just predators that can go savage if the right incentive is provided."

Dawn lifted her legs up into the air, grabbing her ankles in both hands and pulling them towards her. She displayed herself lewdly, with a devilish grin on her face as she watched Xyme's eyes fall upon her pussy, spread wide open by the positioning of her legs. In her sweet, husky moan of a voice, the former Mayor issued an order she had given to so many rams in uniform, and grunted happily as instantly and just like old times she was obeyed.

"Fuck me. Fill me. I promise you, I can handle everything you've got and more."

And she could, too.

Xyme grunted in bliss as just seconds later he found himself crouched down over the bleating sheep, guiding his cock into her stretched and swollen pussy with one hand on its base and the other wrapped around one of her lean, delicate thighs. To his amazement, he fitted. He watched the tip of his cock sliding into her, and then more and more as he began to thrust forward. Bellwether wailed in bliss as both she and the ram watched Xyme's length being swallowed up inch by inch, her passage incredibly tight around him, but not too tight. Just tight enough to squeeze the hell out of him with every single convulsion of her inner muscles, and to ensure that his girth was massaging every last nerve ending and sweet spot upon her sensitive walls.

"Yes. Yes, s-stick it to me. I don't care how little I am... I c-can take it. I can take anything."

The look upon Dawn's face as she began to be filled and fucked by the far larger ram was one of mixed ecstasy and deep focus. From her grunts of pleasure and passion it was obvious she had something to prove, but that agenda and need for recognition was being twisted by how good it felt to have Xyme filling her up. She released her grip on her ankles as the male began to thrust in and out of her, rocking his whole body back and forth as he propped himself up on his elbows to avoid crushing the sheep beneath him. Her arms wrapped around his thick neck, and her legs tried to wrap around his waist, though her cloven feet barely made it to even the outer edges of his buttocks.

Staring up into the male's wide and pleasure stricken eyes, the sheep continued to bleat and moan in ecstasy. She already sounded so lost in her lust, so overwhelmed by what she was feeling it didn't seem to Xyme that he needed to do anything more for her. But soon she was grunting pleadingly in the ram's ear, and nodding up at him with urgent desperation.

"H-harder. You can't break me. My pussy is steel. I'm a diamond, a-and I'll stay strong no matter how you drill me."

Slowly at first, then more and more so as he realised the apparent truth of what the sheep was saying, Xyme did pick up his pace and the force of his thrusting. He kept waiting for her to cry out in something other than euphoria as his strokes got more and more brutal in their speed and intensity. He kept waiting for her to tell him to go slower, to treat her more tenderly. But the criminal mastermind lying between his legs was no liar, at least not when it came to her capacity and resilience. She didn't just handle what he gave her. She took it all, and still seemed to crave more.

Before long Xyme was up on all fours, Bellwether wailing as she clutched at his thighs with her legs, half hanging down from his crotch as he wildly humped at her, only her head and shoulders resting on the bedding as her hands squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Her pussy was clutching and milking at his cock so hard, and he could feel so much wetness drooling out from between them. It wasn't a matter of whether Dawn was cumming, whether she had cum, or was about to. It was more a case of trying to spot the brief windows between climaxes, as the not only indomitable but seemingly insatiable little sheep was bleating, trembling and screaming with such constant and joyous fury that she might as well have been cumming non-stop.

"Yes. Yes! Oh god, I c-can see it in your eyes. You love me. You need me!"

It was less than ten minutes later that Dawn stopped her incoherent and wild moaning, and began to cry out to Xyme. The ram was lying on his back now, shuddering and gasping for breath as his own orgasm finally began to approach. His cock and balls were drenched in countless torrents of feminine ejaculate that had escaped Bellwether in the amount of time they'd been together, and yet more sprayed out over his swollen and hefty balls as the sheep let loose her latest shriek of orgasmic rapture. Her little hands were balled up into fists, and they beat against his stomach painlessly as she screamed.

"I could have given you everything! C-could have made almost all of us live like kings and queens! Oh. Ohh god, yes. Z-Zootopia! You can lock me up, b-but you'll never forget me. Night after night, thousands of people all thinking about little, sweet, innocent Dawn B-Bellwether! And while you think of me, w-what am I doing? Crying? Mourning? Praying remorsefully in my prison cell? N-nhhh... no. Never. I... I'm... aahhhh! I'm... oh god, Xyme. C-cumming. Cumming again!"

She bounced wildly up and down upon the much larger male, her pink, smooth skinned belly bulging with what Xyme realised was the tip of his cock pressing visibly up inside her. She bleated and wailed as again she came, but still her cries to the male and apparently to all the citizens of the city continued.

"No regrets. No shame. Y-you're thinking of me, and as you do, I'm doing this. I'm getting what I want. No more trying to help all prey. No more sticking up for the little guy. Now it's all me. A-all Bellwether. All I ever wanted was for prey to feel safe, a-and happy. And here?! F-fucking here, in prison... surrounded by women who'll fight over who gets to eat out the Queen of the cell block first... with the rest of my life to indulge myself, to have men like you protect me, a-and service me... and all I need to do is sometimes stay in a cell bigger than the office I had when I was Deputy Mayor?!"

She laughed. Through her shrieks of pleasure and breathless gasps of desire, she giggled gleefully. Once more her eyes met with Xyme, seeing him regarding her with passion and lust despite all she'd just said; far too worked up, too close to cumming to care about her rather intimate revelations. She giggled again. Get a man close enough to orgasm and he'd let you confess to murder without stopping. This was too easy.

"Dawn. O-oh fuck. Dawn. I'm... I'm gonna..."

Xyme wished he could have said something else. Anything else but that. But with the sheep still bucking and grinding down on his cock, her inner walls still milking him and the wet slurping of their fucking ringing out almost as loud as their combined cries, that was impossible.

"Yes! Do it Xyme. C-cum for me. Cum with me. Give me everything you have. Be mine, a-and... oh... ohhh god... I'll be yours! Y-yes... ohhh Xyme. It's coming. It's... I c-can feel it. Feel you. You're... yes. _Yes. Please god, yes _!"

With a bellowing bleat of pleasure of his own, Xyme grabbed Bellwether by the hips and thrust his hips up sharply as he began to unload. She squealed in bliss as his hot cum erupted out into her, flooding and filling her so swiftly that before he'd even felt his cock give a second orgasmic pulse, his seed was already overflowing and spraying out between them along with the ejaculate from Dawn's own peak. As their shared orgasm continued the former mayor's screams turned into deep, urgent grunts and violent shudders as her climax reached a level that the others hadn't yet achieved.

Whether it was the feeling of Xyme's cum inside her, the relief of having screamed her confession of remorseless self-interest to someone other than a fellow inmate, or something entirely different it was impossible to say. The prison guard was still cumming too, in no condition to analyse Dawn's reasoning when all he wanted to do was hold her as they came together; to clutch her tiny, shuddering frame against his washboard stomach and listen to her grunting in time with the violent and sodden convulsions of her innermost depths.

Of course, things weren't quite that simple. They may have had the whole night to spend together, but once Xyme was free from his and Dawn's orgasmic thrall, he found himself almost immediately thinking back to some of the stuff that the ewe had said to him. His cheeks flushed, and though he continued to hold her as she lay down flat against him, still shivering and moaning in her own continued pleasure, he no longer felt quite so consumed by desire, or any devotion, to her.

Lust was a powerful tool yes, but relief from that lust was an even greater liberator.

"God, Xyme. If you can talk half as well as you fuck... you could probably put a good word in with the governor, get me some extra privileges... and some more time like this. Maybe not just one night a week. Maybe once a day, just half an hour or so."

There it was. Almost instantly. Dawn giggled, playing it off as a silly little joke. But Xyme knew she wasn't kidding. She was just laying the groundwork. On the outside she'd had a whole network of rams working for her in the police force and the private sector. Perhaps in here she planned on garnering the same attention and obedience, even if it was via different means.

He knew he should have told her no. That if he was to do his duty correctly he should dismiss himself from this situation right now, and report what inmate Bellwether was trying to achieve to his superior.

But... if this ewe really believed that all other prey were so gullible that they would fall into line behind her, if she really expected Xyme to obey just like it seemed she'd whipped the inhabitants of her cell block into line behind her? Why not let her think that. Why not indulge her continued delusions of grandeur. At least for as long as she continued asking for him in this conjugal capacity.

"Maybe I should. But... if I'm gonna tell the boss that, I'll need proof. I'll need to show him that you're doing well because of our time together. I'll need to convince him that it's not just about having one fuck every now and then, but the more time you spend intimately with me... the more cooperative and open to rehabilitation you are the rest of the time."

Lifting her head from the male's chest, obviously surprised to hear the ram speak so thoughtfully and coherently at all, never mind recently after an orgasm that felt like he'd emptied a veritable swimming pool of cum into her pussy, Dawn smiled at Xyme.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying, Xyme?"

The ram blushed, but nodded eagerly.

"I'm saying that if I'm gonna help you out... it needs to look like you're helping me too. And right now, the best way to do that? It's not to spend our night together talking about how to improve your position within the prison. It's about letting me fuck you... eat you... make you cum until you pass out, and you doing the same for me, all night long. Think you can do that, Dawn? For me?"

The ewe's eyes widened slightly, and her own cheeks glowed rosily with bashful delight. She giggled, an unexpectedly genuine little giggle, and nodded as she squirmed astride the much larger male, his semi-stiff cock still buried deep inside her.

"Yeah. Y-yeah... Xyme. Okay. I... I think I can."

By Jeeves

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