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"Listen Up," the buffalo shouted as he entered the briefing room. "We have a busy caseload this morning." Chief Bogo announced, sighing as he looked down at his sheet. After they had busted the deputy mayor and her insane plan he had expected things to go back to normal. Sadly it seemed like criminal minds worked just as fast as police ones. It had taken less than a month after that sheep was locked up, and a new monster was on the streets.

"We've got reports of more pushers of a new drug, they are calling it Wild Times..."

"No fucking way! When I was a cub I was going to open a theme park with that name. It's trademarked..."

"Shut up Wilde!" Bogo snapped at the fox, he'd only been out of the academy a week and the fox's non-stop jokes were beginning to wear on the buffalo. Not so much the jokes, the need not to laugh at them. After all he had his stern hardass persona to protect.

"According to the reports it is a chemical distilled from the night howler plant..."

"Midniampum holicithias, Sir!" Piped up officer Hopps and the buffalo rolled his eyes, an officer busts one major criminal and suddenly they forget just who the Chief is.

"Indeed, Officer Hopps, but to keep this to the actual pertinent facts; it is popular with both predators and prey, its effects are not permanent. However, it enhances the animalistic feelings of all those exposed. It is becoming popular with athletes, lovers and pretty much your average joe drug addict. It gets you high and makes you feel strong, fast and horny as hell. So far it is linked to six assaults and two counts of date rape." The buffalo glanced out at his assembled men and women. "I am starting a zero tolerance policy for this drug. I want it stamped out before it takes root."

"Ha! Takes root, nice one Sir," Nick piped up with a grin and a wink.

"No pun intended Nick," alright time for your assignments.

Officer Richard Parker sat at the back taking notes. The young tiger had graduated in the same class as Nick Wilde, not that anybody had noticed. All eyes were on the first fox officer, he may have fur designed to be a perfect camouflage in the jungle but he could be pink with yellow polka dots and the rest of the precinct would still ignore him. Especially the chief, he'd been on traffic duty all week, by himself. After all checking the parking tickets was grunt work, so naturally it fell to the new guy. It felt like a college hazing, make the new guy earn his stripes sort of thing. He was a tiger, he was born with stripes, he shouldn't have to earn them.

Still it would have been nice to have a partner, and a real case. The tiger knew he would get both eventually, he just had to do a good diligent job and he would be rewarded. Or he certainly hoped so, it would be worth it. Hell getting his name right would be a nice start.

"Officer Perka, traffic duty." The buffalo announced and the tiger shuddered, his name wasn't hard, it was like the Chief was doing it on purpose.

"Yes, Sir," He said a little too loudly and eagerly, the rest of the precinct seemed to turn and look at him. Even the damn bunny, and Nick. The tiger pushed himself down into his chair, shrinking away like a terrified kitten, just waiting for the ground to swallow him whole.

Bogo paused and glanced at him, for a moment their eyes met. Damn it why did the buffalo have to have such dreamy eyes? Seriously wasn't it hard enough being a predator, rookie, gay cop he had to get hard at the sight of his boss as well? God clearly hated him, and the feeling was mutual.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Richard jumped as he woke from his own thoughts, the room had somehow emptied while he was thinking. Only Nick Wilde had remained and the fox was grinning at him.

"Sorry, was just wondering how long before I get any real police work," the tiger replied getting to his feet and picking up his pad.

"Hey, you're a good cop, it's just a matter of time before he sees it too," the fox replied and then leaned across and whispered. "Of course if you keep staring at his ass he is going to notice...eventually."

The tiger felt himself blush under his fur, "hey keep it down!" Richard had only told the fox about his sexuality in a moment of weakness during training. The two had shared a moment as they both struggled through the more physical parts of the training. "How did you know I was looking?"

"I didn't, until you just told me," replied the fox with a sly wink. "Your other secret is safe with me too."

"You know you are just falling into the fox sterotype right?" the tiger replied with a mock frown.

"Yes, but I still have a sweet fox ass," Nick replied turning around to wriggle it. "See?"

"I should never have told you," grumbled the tiger, then as he stepped forward he let his paw smack down hard on the wriggling fox rump.

"Ow...hey, you break it you bought it!" The fox snorted rubbing his stinging ass. "And you can't afford it, kitty."

"Come on Nick, you know you'd offer me a line of credit," snorted the tiger with a wink. "And a friends only discount."

"Oh boy, if only you were into vulpines," Nick whispered as he brushed up past the tiger.

"Oh boy, if only you were gay," replied the tiger reaching out and giving the fox's ass a light pinch. Nick was fun to flirt with, but well he was right vulpines weren't exactly the tiger's tastes. Richard liked his men bigger and stronger than he was, his first boyfriend had been a polar bear. Something about the big guys just made him feel safe and warm, plus he loved it when his lovers were big enough to surround him. That was part of the allure of the buffalo buffalo, big, strong and dominant. The tiger had pawed off in the bathroom on his first day after seeing the Chief in action.

"Who say's I ain't, for the right kitty?" retorted the fox swaying his hips and winking as he walked off. Richard walked away smiling and shaking his head. The job may not be turning out the way he had hoped, but at least he had one good friend, so far anyway.

Traffic duty turned out to be just as dull and annoying as he expected. Why did people always just park where they wanted, and them blame him for enforcing the law? Still what was worse was the looks he got from a lot of people. It had been months since the whole nighthowler incident, still every prey animal looked at him like he was about to go crazy and eat them. He couldn't even eat his steak rare, it had to be well done.

Still his uniform was something, it helped. It was strange how much worse things got when he took it off. After graduating he had taken a week to move into the city, he wanted some time to get used to it. Walking around in just a jeans and t-shirt combo, seeing the sights. Parents had grabbed their kids paws when they saw him coming, he'd been refused service in a couple of shops.

Richard had made a point of returning to those shops with his uniform on. He got served with a polite, 'thank you sir'. He still saw all the sideways glances. Part of him wondered how they would react if they realised he wasn't just a predator he was a homo too. It didn't matter, he knew at some point he was going to come out, he couldn't keep it inside himself. He just wanted to hold it back, let the officers get to know Richard Parker and not 'that homo, Dick'.

As his shift was drawing to an end he spotted one last expired meter with a small car parked in front of it. The tiger pulled his small traffic kart up beside it and began writing the ticket. The street was empty and then he heard a muffled voice, "ou...wild time...fifty..." The tiger didn't catch all the words, but he had enough to raise his suspicions. He glanced around and spotted an entrance to an alley, just a few meters away. He stalked up to it, in the way only a predator could.

Peeking around the corner he saw a couple of figures, a skinny cheetah talking to a raccoon. The tiger's eyes went wide as he saw the raccoon give the cheetah something and the cheetah hand him a few notes. It was a textbook drug deal. Reaching up cautiously he pressed his radio and whispered, "Officer Richard Parker, I'm at the alley next to twenty-three Ridgemont road, there's a guy here dealing Wild Times."

"Rodger officer, backup is on the way!" The reply was far too loud and Richard had only a heartbeat to berate himself for making the rookie mistake of not turning down his radio's volume before reporting in. The two in the alley took one look at him and ran.

"Officer Richard Parker, in foot pursuit!" he bellowed into his radio as he took off after the two fleeing suspects. "Stop, in the name of the law!" He hollered gleefully, that was one thing he had been desperate to scratch off his bucket list. Next he would be able to tell someone to 'book him' and last would come saying 'it's elementary my dear insert name of colleague'.

The two suspects took off in opposite directions as they emerged from the alley. He torn off after the raccoon, he was the dealer after all and far more valuable suspect. Plus he was a raccoon, cheetah were fast fuckers, and he should know he'd fucked a few in his time. The raccoon started to empty out his pockets, Richard didn't slow down his pace, just bent down and snatched up the discarded rubbish and shoved it into his pocket.

They emerged from a series of smaller alleyways into a main street, he shouted his location into the radio as he ran. He was gaining ground of the raccoon and not even starting to feel the burn of the run, thank god for the academy's tough training regimen. His heart began to race more and more as he gained on the raccoon, it felt so natural, he matched turn for turn, chasing down his prey. The end would be inevitable, he roared with delight as he got his fingers onto the perps coat and yanked hard. A quick twist and throw and the raccoon was struggling under him.

"I didn't do nothing!" the raccoon screamed.

"Then why did you run, punk?" Oh god, calling perp a punk, another one scratched off his bucket list. By the time he had the cuffs on his a squad car had turned up, Hopps and Wilde, they took the raccoon away. He wasn't able to join them, after all someone had to drive the traffic kart back.

That didn't matter, the tiger felt light as a feather running on the natural adrenalin as he headed back to the kart. He had done it, collared his first criminal. His aunt would be so proud, his parents hadn't spoken to him since he had come out to them. However, his aunt had made up for that, taking in a lost cub and being mother and father at need.

The kart felt stupidly slow and he made best speed back to the station. Only by the time he'd got there the raccoon had already been processed, statements taken and apparently a huge lead on the source of Wild Times was extracted. Clawhauser had told him with a chuckle and an offer of a doughnut. The fat cheetah hadn't seen the look in the tiger's eyes, he was too busy talking.

Richard had dashed to the locker rooms and found the fox changing, "hey Nick!"

"Hey Richard," the fox greeted him with his customary cheeriness.

"Seriously... you couldn't wait for me?" The tiger wasn't able to hide the pain in his voice, the soft whimper as he looked at what he thought was his friend.

"Sorry, I told Judy we should wait," the fox said holding up his paws almost in supplication. "But Judy was all 'the Chief said zero tolerance, we can't just wait'." The fox's Judy impression was scarily accurate. "Plus I figured he'd take at least an hour or two and then lawyer up, so plenty of time to get you involved. Instead the guy just rolled over, he's given us a list of suppliers and a few addresses."

The tiger slumped down onto one of the locker benches, it was his collar. However, now the glory would go to the rabbit and Nick.

"Look, I made sure we got your name on the report, full credit ok? Trust me," the fox gave him a broad smile and a wink.

"Sure... I suppose," the tiger grumbled. "I mean it's about catching the bad guys not who gets the credit right?"

"Right!" The fox replied sitting down next to the tiger, pantless and reaching out a paw to stroke the tiger's leg. "I'm still sorry though dude, feels like I stole your thunder."

"Yeah, kinda sucks," muttered Richard, he couldn't help but feel a little stirring as Nick touched him. It had been a while since he had last been with anyone. Nick wasn't a long term prospect, but the fox owed him damn it. Maybe some apology oral was called for. The fox apparently was having similar thoughts, his paw was wandering slowly teasing up further and closer to his crotch.

With a gasp Richard felt little fox fingers stroking over his engorged maleness, "speaking of...kinda sucks." The fox whispered and nuzzled up against the tiger, taking the feline's huge paw with his free hand and guiding it down to his boxers, where his own erect cock was peeking through his flies. The tiger gulped softly and closed his fingers around the shaft, the fox was actually surprisingly well hung for a vulpine. Nick leaned up and kissed the tiger's neck, "the showers are currently free... if you want me to show you just how... sorry I am." While he spoke the vulpine squeezed down on Richard's maleness and the tiger whimpered as his cock drooled pre onto his uniform.

"Sure!" Richard whimpered his words and the two sprang into action. Horny males about to get lucky are able to move faster than cheetahs on steroids. The tiger's clothes were discarded in a moment, landing unregarded on the floor and the two jumped into the showers.

Richard felt his adrenaline pumping, this was such a dangerous place to do this. Anyone could walk in, but with his clothes off and two fox paws stroking his cock, there was nothing that could make him stop and think. The fox gave him a grin and then stood up on his tiptoes to kiss Richard's lips, pushing him back as he did so. Hot water raining down on them both while the fox jerked his cock quickly.

With a gasp of pleasure their kiss was broken, Nick gave him a wink, and suddenly the fox was dropping. The tiger moaned as he felt a warm muzzle sealing around his cocktip, the warmth of the muzzle and the tickle of the tongue made him shoot a jet of pre. He looked down only to find the fox looking up at him hungrily, as he bobbed his muzzle fast. Nick was guzzling the cock like a pro, Richard had always wondered if the fox had any gay experience before, that question was answered. There was no way this was the first cock the fox had serviced.

"Oh shit Nick...I'm not gonna last long," He whimpered, his words doing nothing but driving the fox to suckle harder. Two brown furred paws grasping the tiger's full sized fruits. Tugging gently on them as his head bobbed faster and faster. The moans of the fox and tiger echoing around the tiled walls, the sound of the water falling no longer drowning them out. However, neither of them could stop, or even cared.

Tiger claws scratched on the tiles as his body tensed, he grasped the fox's head and started to thrust desperately. Giving in to his instincts always felt good, he rutted the warm mouth like it was a bitch in heat, his cock shooting thick streams of tiger cream into the fox's hungry maw. Nick didn't struggle, in fact he just kept himself clamped around the cock and swallowed again and again, drinking down every drop.

Eventually the tiger was spent and he fell back against the wall panting. Nick pulled off his cock with a slurping sound, "so Officer Sexy stripes... am I forgiven?"

Richard panted softly, his head still spinning, he couldn't manage to form words so he just nodded dumbly. Nick got back to his feet and winked, "I'd better go, before anyone walks in on us."

"Wait..you..want me to return the favour?" Richard asked feeling guilty for not seeing to his lover's pleasure first.

"Thanks, I appreciate the offer, but I saw to my own dick, while I was seeing to your dick, Dick. Ha! I just sucked Dick's dick!" The fox replied with a chuckle as he walked out of the shower.

The tiger sighed and leaned back, well it hadn't been a bad day. He'd caught a drug dealer and gotten a nice sneaky shower blow job. Richard reached out to the shampoo dispenser and began to scrub himself, humming happily. He was far too lost in his sudden good mood pay any attention to where he was. The sound of hooves on tiles were his first warning that he wasn't alone.

Turning to glance the tiger froze, like a deer dazzled in headlights. While his eyes were dazzled by the glory of the naked body he was beholding. Perfectly formed abs, a chest so broad and masculine he just wanted to nuzzle it. Long scraggy, manly fur and two polished horns sitting atop a broad handsome bovine face. Then his eyes couldn't help themselves, they looked lower to see a plump, delicious looking sheath and two low hanging oranges.

"Officer Perka," the buffalo muttered in greeting as he began to get washed.

"Chief!" The tiger squealed in response turning to face the tiles, his cock painfully erect already. He kept his back to the buffalo, desperate to turn and see more, yet terrified of being caught looking, with a hardon. That was a sure fire way to stay on traffic duty forever, if he was lucky.

"That was a good bust today," the buffalo observed as he scrubbed himself clean. "The guy gave us a lead on a Wild Time lab, I have got the place staked out already. I'm planning on heading out to join the stake out myself this evening."

"That's really great news Sir!" The tiger replied, as he stared down at his own erection, begging it to go away.

"You want to join me?"

"On the stake-out?" Richard asked as he stood stock still, desperate for the buffalo to say yes, or better still 'no, I mean under this shower'.

"Of course, it was your bust that gave us this lead, it is only fair. Plus, it'd be good experience for you, can't have a talented officer on traffic forever," the buffalo observed and then finished rinsing off. "Of course I'm leaving in ten minutes, so better make up your mind fast."

"I'm coming Sir!" The tiger replied washing the last of the soap out of his fur. He waited a few seconds and then made a dash for his towel, his erect pink cock bobbing as he ran. Pulling it around his waist he sighed with relief.

Ten minutes later he was back in his uniform, feeling clean from the shower, but still in the clothes he had done a full shift in. He stank of tiger sweat, even through the thick layer of deodorant he sprayed himself with. Richard hoped the buffalo buffalo wouldn't mind the sweaty tiger stink. He raced to the carpool where he found Bogo already sitting in his car glaring at him with impatient eyes.

The glare was more than enough to make the tiger feel uneasy as he opened the door. The buffalo turned and grunted, "glad you could join me Officer Perka." His words so coated with sarcasm it dripped onto the floor.

"Sorry Sir," the tiger muttered slinking into the car like a scolded dog. "Where are we going?"

"Some warehouses down in Tundra town, got a vantage in some office blocks just across the street," Bogo replied as he began to drive. Richard had spent hours training in driving police cars, including many high speed chase scenarios. None of them prepared him for the pure horror of the buffalo's driving. The bovine drove like he owned the road, like everyone should get out of his way. To Bogo the speed limit was merely a suggestion, not too surprising to the tiger, god help the police officer who tried to pull him over and give him a ticket.

For Richard he was stuck fighting his instincts to dig his claws into the leather of the car to hold on for dear life. However, it was the Chief's car and he worried that clawmarks in the leather might mean hoofmarks in his ass.

"So, you a Richard, a Rich or a Dick?" The buffalo asked conversationally as he pulled a corner at a speed so far above the limit the cat was surprised he didn't use the handbrake to turn properly.

"Errr, Richard I suppose, though my friends in school called me... " the car pulled another corner and Richard felt his heart jump into his throat as his life passed before his eyes for the tenth time in as many minutes. "Spot."

"Spot! Why the devil did they call you that?" The buffalo demanded as he continued on as he hadn't just left rubber marks across half the city.

"Because, there was already one tiger in the school, so Stripes was taken," it hadn't been a good time in school really one of just six predators in the entire place. Herbie cubs could be right malicious cunts when they had you alone or outnumbered.

"Ha! Sounds like you were raised in rural buttfuck nowhere with simpletons," snorted the buffalo as he continued speeding down the highway to hell...or Tundratown, whichever came first.

"That Sir.... is putting it rather too mildly," the tiger agreed. He'd wanted out of home and into civilization, where everyone is treated equal, ever since he was old enough to walk. It had been a shock, when he finally got there, to realise some animals were more equal than others.

Bofo gave a short laugh, "was born and raised in the city myself. Seen a lot of good officers come out of the sticks, lot of bloody useless ones too."

"Which am I, Sir?" The question shocked the tiger, but when you feel you are that close to instant death your mind just says, 'what the hell have I got to lose?'

"Too soon to tell, Perka." grunted the buffalo without skipping a beat. Bogo clearly had no problem or fear of saying exactly what he thought. It was a wonder to the tiger he could have risen to be chief, that usually takes a solid grasp of politics.

"It's Parker, Sir!" Richard felt good finally letting that out, it felt like the right time to do it, at least he could die with no regrets when the car missed some turn and ended up as a fireball.

"Well done, been an entire week coming, still nice to see you have some balls, took your time to show them to me." Richard wasn't sure what surprised him more, the fact Bogo had known he was mispronouncing his name, or the wonderful thought of showing the Chief his balls, and other delicious parts of his anatomy.

They arrived at the warehouse and Richard was thrilled to find out all of his limbs were still attached and unbruised. The Chief led him up to a small room where a rhino and lion police officer were sitting. Officer's Ramerez and Burk respectively, gave the chief and Richard a nod from where they sat, one playing solitaire and the other watching out the window.

"Sit yourself down Parker, this is going to be a long night," the buffalo said and he had no idea how right he was about that.

The hours passed slowly, three cops would play cards while the fourth watched. After a couple of hours the Chief insisted Ramerez and Burk head into the next room, where some beds had been set up, and get some sleep. It was a weird time for the tiger, one-on-one with the buffalo who had spent so much of the week in his wet dreams.

With little else to do but chat he found the Chief was actually quite talkative. "So how are you enjoying your first week, Parker?"

"It's not bad... I mean I envisaged myself doing a lot more of this than writing parking tickets..." the tiger started to explain and paused as the buffalo chuckled.

"Right of passage that one, I went through it myself. Two weeks slapping tickets onto the hoods of cars. Thought it was stupid, but it ain't a bad way to start out." The buffalo advised with a grin. "Good way to see who is in this for the glory and who is looking to work. Plus you out of towners learn the streets, not just the maps, but the people and the beat. There's a lot more to policing than what you learn in the academy."

"Yes, Sir," Richard replied politely.

"Call me Chief boy, never much liked Sir, save in formal situations," snorted the buffalo, it didn't feel like a rebuke, more an invitation. "My first month on the job was spent slapping tickets on cars. The old Chief, a huge polar bear named Rufus, he liked to make all the new recruits pound the ground. Looking back I can say it definitely taught me to pay attention, keep alert. You know why boy?"

With a shrug of his shoulder's Richard showed he had no clue what the buffalo was driving at.

"Cause I wanted to find any damn criminal to bust just so I could get off damn traffic duty," Bogo laughed heavily and the tiger found himself laughing along. "Anyway, my time on it ended, well abruptly, like yours did. Only mine wasn't such a happy outcome.. I saw a guy dealing drugs, nothing as fancy as Wild Times, just a bit of weed. Anyway I chased him down arrested and booked him, then found out he was an undercover officer and I had just blown two months of work getting him into some gang."

"Oh shit!"

"Oh Shit! Don't cover half of it boy, I was in the piss so deep I needed a straw to breath," the buffalo smacked his fist on the wall as he laughed. "Old Rufus he towered over me, like the fucking brute he was, and I was pissing myself. Trembling, I swear I could feel my horns melting through sheer embarrassment."

The tiger was laughing with the Chief, just picturing a young buffalo, fresh out of the academy cringing and cowering waiting for the book to be thrown at him. "What happened next Chief?"

"Well big old Rufus leans over me and he asks me what the hell I thought I was doing," Bogo had a twinkle of nostalgic glee in his eye. "I figured I was already in deep shit, so I may as well just be honest. So I told him, I thought I was doing my job arresting criminals."

"You didn't?"

"I swear, you gonna look me in the eye and call me a liar, boy?" The question came to a rather sharp point and Richard felt that point right on his throat.

"No, Sir!"

"Good boy, smart. Anyway old Rufus just stood there above me, staring me right in the eye. I stared right back, best I could anyway, never could match the old bastards gaze. Then he nodded his head and said, "good answer". Well I just about shit myself on the spot," snorted the buffalo quickly turning back to jovial. "That was me off traffic duty, it weren't the last time I got in trouble though. Ha! Zootopia is a hell of a city, but she can lead you into some fucking scary scraps. Always led me out again though."

With the old buffalo opening up to him Richard found himself opening up in return. The tiger found himself sharing a few of his stories, of school and how much he had hated it. All the bullying he had been on the receiving end of. That was why he was a cop, because he wanted to put things to rights.

"Nobody cares more about the rules, than those who have been on the receiving end of people who just ignore them," commented the buffalo with a nod. Somehow that had surprised the tiger, it seemed a little more than just an observation, as if there was something behind it. He couldn't imagine the huge hulk of a buffalo being bullied, still being bullied had made the tiger fight back, it could make others fight back too.

The tiger was just in the middle of a story of his and Nick's first day at the academy, when something happened, "A car's just pulling up to the warehouse!"

"Ha! That'll be our guys, get on the radio I want some backup on the way," the buffalo commanded grabbing the spare binoculars and getting a good visual as two raccoons and a rhino piled out of a car. "Three perps, heading inside."

"Got two squad cars en route Sir, ETA ten minutes" Richard's reported. "I'll go wake up the others."

"They are coming back out, holy crap they have boxes of the stuff!" the buffalo swore. "They are packing them into the car!"

The two other police officers were on their feet, a bit groggy but ready for action in a few seconds. "Damn it and another couple of boxes, they are gonna be packed and gone before back up is here!" The buffalo announced with a growl. "There's only three of them, come on."

Richard could hardly believe it, just that morning he'd been on traffic duty and now he was front line on a major drug bust... or he hoped, if those boxes contained something as simple as Christmas lights they'd all be strung up. Of course people don't normally pick up harmless stuff at three in the morning from an abandoned warehouse. Even if it wasn't drugs something was going on there.

The four officers stalked quickly down the back alley's wanting to avoid the direct route. The tiger's heart was racing, he could feel his natural hunter's instincts kicking in. The adrenalin, the rush of a predator stalking his unsuspecting prey. The other two officers were sent one side of the car, he and the chief took the nearside. Richard felt his paw trembling a little as he pulled his gun, he'd never fired it in anything but training. He hoped that would still be the same by the end of the night.

The three perps emerged with a last set of boxes, the raccoon jumping into the car behind the wheel. Richard knew they weren't ready yet, but it was clear their targets were about to drive off. "We go on three," Bogo muttered into his radio. Then as the car engine roared to life he screamed. "THREE!" All four police officers leapt at once, the two raccoons were in the car and they floored it as the cops screamed, "Stop Police!"

The engine tearing off, far too fast and out of control, Richard felt the woosh of air as it skidded past him, mere inches away from cutting his career short. It didn't get far, slamming into a building as they tried to turn. The chief hadn't froze he was charging the rhino down, the brute took one look at the buffalo charging him and decided that matador was not a career path in his future. Turning and diving into the warehouse, he made a run into the unknown.

"Ramerez, Burk get those two. Parker with me, keep your eyes and ears peeled there could be more in there," the Chief barked his orders sure he would be obeyed. The other two took off at a run as two, rather shaky legged, raccoons were struggling out of the car and heading for the nearest alley.

The chief was inside the building a good few seconds before the tiger. Rhinos are not known for their stealth and even blindfolded the tiger could have followed the thunder of his hooves. A buffalo and a feline, in an ironically dogged chase. The rhino may have been big, but he had speed and momentum. He didn't just open doors he mashed through them so hard their handles stuck into walls. Richard gripped his gun tightly, the last thing he wanted to try was a fist fight with a bruiser like that.

The first rooms they ran past had been set up as labs, as they got deeper into the warehouse they hit huge rooms filled with rows of hydroponics equipment. The place was vast, and only two squad cars of reinforcements... Richard's mind told him they didn't want to run into the rest of this undoubtedly large crew. Bellowing breathlessly into his radio he asked for more backup. The radio crackled and he only just received the confirmation. All the growing equipment seemed to be interfering with the radios.

Bogo wasn't slowing down though, and so the tiger didn't either. He was surprised how fast the big buffalo could run. He knew the guy was very fit, but he had never figured he would be nimble too. The rhino started to climb up a set of metal stairs, leading to some gantries high above the hydroponics. Hairs on the back of the tiger's neck pickled. Heading up stairs while being chased was insane, unless the rhino new something they didn't. "Chief... be careful!"

With a snort and a glance the buffalo let him know just how little he needed a rookie cop's advice. The two were upstairs before they new it and out into more offices, it was there the rhino slowed down. He grabbed something off a bench and lobbed it at the pursuing cops. Bogo took it right in the face, a bundle of powder that exploded on impact.

Richard coughed and spluttered as did the buffalo, the two cops carried on more by their momentum than sense. Neither of them paid any attention to the tarpaulin on the floor. Not until they stepped on it and felt the nothingness underneath. Richard remembered falling, his head was spinning and then blackness as he landed on something hard.

He awoke what he thought was a few minutes later, his head was spinning, something was wrong. There was something off, besides the pain, that he just couldn't put a claw on. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a big grey lump and recognised it as the Chief. Crawling over to the buffalo he was relieved to find him breathing. Reaching up he pressed his radio, "officers need assistance, we're..." where was he? The tiger looked around. It appeared to be a storeroom of some sort, it was too dark to really say, the only light came from the room above, filtering down through the debris and the hole in the floor, twelve maybe fifteen feet above them.

His eyes made out the shape of a door and he stumbled over too it. A shake of the handle told him it was locked. He put his shoulder to it, the thump echoing around the room, followed by the yowl of a cat in pain. There was no way out that way, and it was the only door. The place had a few benches and racks, but no way to crawl up. His muddled mind realised he had not had an acknowledgement from the dispatcher, he pushed the buttock again, "officers need assistance."

The silence that met his pleas for help was almost as disturbing as the moaning sounds coming from the buffalo. "Chief!" Richard cried and ran back, it didn't occur to him how easy it was to run. He should have been in so much more pain, yet all he was feeling was good. "Are you alright Chief?" The tiger pulled the buffalo's huge torso onto his lap.

Brown eyes blinked, the tiger spotted the dilated pupils and then a dopey smile caught his eyes. A huge bovine hand reached up and caressed his cheek, he nuzzled back into it, he couldn't help himself. A deep purr was building up in his chest. "Mmmm, sure I'm alright with a pretty thing like you waking me up." The words made the tiger's heart jump. "Mmmm Gazelle has the best taste in dancers." Against all the laws of nature the buffalo managed to purr those words like a cat.

Richard's eyes went wide, he realised that the chief wasn't seeing him, just someone he lusted after. He was opening his mouth to say something, when a buffalo mitt the size of his head, grabbed his tie and pulled him down. The Chief's strength was absolute and Richard found his lips pressed against the buffalo's. His heart was racing, his mind aglow with the moment. He forgot about escape, forgot about the mistake. All he remembered was the warmth of the buffalo's lips.

A thick tongue wormed its way passed his lips and into his mouth. The buffalo's taste was musky and oddly sweet. Richard found himself suckling as the tongue explored. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants, but he didn't care. Hell more than that, he wanted it, he wanted this. The buffalo wanted him and he damn well wanted the buffalo.

His paws reached out, stroking the Chief's strong cheeks, his fingers reaching up to stroke along the smooth ivory horns. Bogo groaned deeply and broke the kiss, "that's it baby, do it again." It was a command, a lust filled desperate command and one the tiger couldn't resist. His fingers danced over the smooth horns stroking down them soft.

"Mmmm sooo good," the buffalo rumbled and then reached up, wrapping a paw around the tiger's wrist he pulled it down to his lips. Richard gasped as he felt Bogo's lips seal around his middle finger and suck gently. His cock was throbbing and aching inside his pants.

"Chief...I..." He had no idea what he was trying to say and as the buffalo let go and rolled over rising to his hooves, Richard lost all thoughts but one. The huge beast towered over him in the gloomy light, yet the tiger's eyes could make out one delicious, mouth watering, detail. The bulge in the Chief's pant, it was long and thick and Richard could feel a desperate need growing inside him. One unlike anything he had ever felt, he didn't just want to be fucked. He needed it, his entire body was begging for it.

He reached out with both paws, gasping as he touched the bulge. It felt so warm in his paws, like the buffalo's blood was on fire. Bogo let out a deep guttural moan as the tiger's fingers stroked over the huge cock shaped lump. It was the sound of an animal, desperate and needy. The tiger needed no prompting, his fingers found the buffalo's flies and pulled them down. The musty room was suddenly filled with the powerful stink of buffalo musk.

Trembling fingers reached into the flies, the heat inside like a furnace and then his fingers stroked up against something smooth. The gasp of pleasure caught in the tiger's throat, but not the buffalo's Bogo letting out a deep manly sigh. "That's right, pull me out, boy. I want to feel those pretty dancer's lips, before I plough those shapely dancer's hips."

The words meant nothing to Richard, his eyes were too busy drinking in the bovine glory before him. It had to be ten inches long, maybe more. He had seen horses who weren't as hung as the chief. Thick too, he wrapped his fist around the base, yet he couldn't make his fingers touch. His nose was drinking in the scent, manly musk, sweat and fresh cut grass, all dancing on his sinuses.

He wanted to taste it and leaning forward he did so. His broad, rough tongue running slowly over the glans, the flavour exploding on his tongue. Powerful, bitter and dominant, yet warming. His lips sealed around the meatus and he slid his head forward slowly, purring loudly around the cock as he felt inch after inch slide between his lips. The heat warming his jaw, the flavour flooding his mouth and the scent dominating his being.

Looking up he saw the Chief had unfastened his shirt, the buffalo was looking down at him watching as his cock was slowly swallowed. While the buffalo's fingers were teasing his nipples, squeezing them softly. Bogo, moaned as he felt the cat begin to pull back, his cock throbbing and feeding the kitty a mouthful of watery buffalo pre. Gasping as he felt the squeeze of a mouth swallowing around his cock.

With a gasp the buffalo reached down, with both huge hands to caress the tiger's cheeks. "Fuck.... Yes, that's it. So hot! Use your tongue, there's a good kitty, lick me good."

Good Kitty, that was what Richard wanted to be, he slid his mouth clean off the cock and began to lick the glans and over the corona ridge. While his paws reached into the Chief's pants to fondle two low hanging fruits. They felt sticky and warm to the touch, but that just made him want to touch them more. He wanted to taste them, but the buffalo had told him to lick and that was all he would do.

"Oh shit.... You keep that up....mmmm and you are going to be the cat who got the cream," the Chief laughed a little at his own joke, but not too much, as his mind was quickly distracted by the tongue lapping hungrily over his cock. The bovine's own brain was too far gone to know any better, his instincts were in control and they told him he had a willing, horny, bitch on his knees. That his nuts were aching with the need to empty, and he had better not let them down.

For Richard's part his own body was on fire, aching with need. Before such a huge powerful male he knew only one thing, he needed to be taken. The powder to the face, the musk and taste of a ripe dominant male had robbed him of any semblance of choice. All he had left was pure animalistic need. His lips returned to the cocktip, suckling hungrily and bobbing quickly, no longer able to remember the orders he was given.

The walls rattled with the deep bellow of pleasure from the buffalo, as the feline drove him over the edge. The huge cock throbbed in Richard's mouth and suddenly he was choking on jets of warm spunk, he tried to swallow, but he might as well have tried to drink a firehose. He pulled off with a gasp, the buffalo's cock spraying thick ropes of cum, over his face and uniform. His paws reached down and began to struggle, fumbling with his belt and pants. While more buffalo seed rained down on him.

With a cry of triumph his cock was freed from its cloth entrapment. His paw reached down to grasp it, but he didn't get more that two strokes, before Bogo pounced him. The buffalo gasping and moaning and he pushed the tiger onto his back. The tiger whimpered a little, as his paw was torn away from his needy cock. Their moans were lost as the buffalo's maw met his. The kiss was desperate and passionate, while Richard felt his legs being lifted. He quivered inside, knowing the size of the buffalo and yet, he knew he needed this just as much as the Chief did, if not more.

Richard's heart leapt as he felt something smooth and moist sliding down his thigh. It took the buffalo no time at all to find his target and then Richard cried out. The Chief was lost to the animalistic side of himself, he thrust like an animal, savage and deep, pain sparked in the tiger's mind waking him for a heartbeat only. Then his own needs returned and he pushed back, mewling like a wanton slut. He needed the mating, his arms grasped around the buffalo's broad shoulders. While his legs locked around Bogo's ass, making sure he couldn't escape.

The buffalo above him blotted out all the light, all the tiger was left with was scent, sound and sensation. The huge male pulled back and thrust forward again, the thick long cock being stuffed deep into his tight hole. This time with almost no pain, it was far from Richard's first breeding. He relaxed his body around the invading maleness, their kiss was broken with a deep grunt from the buffalo.

Another thrust followed and another, each one ended with two huge meaty orbs smacking hard against the tiger's ass, while his body welcomed the thick maleness inside him. Hot bovine breath flowed down onto his face, the tiger's world was filled with nothing but the buffalo, the huge beast holding him down as he bred the feline. Yet somehow, he felt safe, arching up a little to lay his head against the broad muscular chest. The rapid drumbeat of Bogo's heart soothing any fears.

Not that the buffalo seemed to notice, he was huffing and grunting, stuffing his cock into the tight warm tiger depths desperately. The Chief had no control over himself, he rutted down into the willing bitch like a feral beast. His hips moving like a blur as he fucked down into the tiger. Richard found himself clawing at the floor, the pressure inside him building, his cock was throbbing, desperate for release, but the buffalo was holding him too tightly, his paws couldn't reach.

Each thrust smashed into his prostate, and the buffalo snorted with delight. Bogo was desperate to cum, his every fibre demanding he flood this slut with his seed. Bellowing and moaning like a beast he slammed home harder and harder, his powerful hips driving his thick meat right to the very core. His balls ready to burst once more.

Richard gasped and panted, with each thrust he was driven closer and closer. His own cock was begging him, pleading with him for release, the pounding of his sweet spot was making the pressure build and build. His fingers clawed down the buffalo's shoulder, he gave in who he was, the animal a the core. Leaping up, his teeth slicing into the buffalo's shoulder as his ass clamped down. His cock throbbing as he jetted warm feline spunk onto the buffalo.

Bogo roared with rage, as his bitch bit him, the pain only serving to drive him on. Thrusting harder and harder, using every ounce of his strength to show the impudent cow beneath him what a true male he was. The clenching depths spasming around his cock proved too much for him, he gave a deep feral bellow, that echoed around the room. His hips were a blur as he fucked with pure bestial need, his cock throbbing as it fucked his buffalo cream deep into his willing bitch.

The two writhed together, bodies grinding as the fucked through their orgasm. Then their energy spent they collapsed, into a pile of musky, sweaty fur and bodily fluids. Richard felt his eyes closing as he fell asleep, he didn't fight it. In his drug induced state he welcomed the blackness and the fun dreams that followed.

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