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Zootopia.

A big and majestic city.

Considered by some as being one of the best cities in the entirety of the United States of Animerica. In pair with cities like Waswinton and Zoo York. A city known for housing famous individuals, like the popstar Gazelle, and the famous cops Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde, known for having stopped a terrible plot that threatened to shatter the peace and harmony between prey and predator, and that could have had national and international repercussion if the two brave mammals had not put an end to it.

Yes, Zootopia was an amazing city, inhabited by amazing mammals of all kinds. However, when it all came down, Zootopia was a city like any other. Just a big place filled with mammals who did their best to live their lives every day, going to work, making friends, chasing their dreams... and celebrating holydays.

Of course, all cities celebrated holydays, but Zootopia was famous for making it with a lot of style. The city was a good place to visit during holydays. Be it in Saint Pawtricks' Day, when everyone wore green and the gardens were fill with clovers, be it in Howlloween, when there were Jack-o-Lanterns on the step of every door and the kids were running around on their costumes getting candy.

And, of course, it was like that during Christmas.

It was the most wonderful time of the year, after all, if you believed that old song.

All around the streets, you could see the Christmas spirit coming into the city. Wreaths decorated every door and even the windows. Christmas lights were place on the doorsteps and on the streetlights, and they all glittered at night with a thousand colors like a show. Christmas trees were put in front of some houses and on public places, all of them decorated with lights and ornaments, and some of them even having gifts under them (as part of a campaign to gather donations for the less fortunate). In the streets and in the malls, you could see mammals dressed like Santa Paws, either be ringing bells and asking for donations for the poor or on the malls hearing the requests of little children.

Of course, if you wanted a snowy Christmas you needed to go to Tundratown. Zootopia was located in a warmer climate, and so, it was very rare to see snow out of the tundra biome, even during that time of the year. Still, some houses invested on fake snow or even on snow machines, to say that they actually have snow over and in front of their houses.

The entire city got on the mood for Christmas when it was December. Even the ZPD did.

At Precinct 1, everyone continued their daily routines as they do every day. After all, police could never stop their work. Not even on Christmas Eve. Still, the cops of the city also got on the holyday cheers as they worked. The whole precinct had been decorate with wreaths and with small Christmas trees on the corners. The whole place was as ready for Christmas as everywhere else on Zootopia.

Of course, holydays were not great to all cops, as some of them had to work through it. Still, the cops of the ZPD were sure to try to keep their spirits even if they had to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas day working. After all, they were doing the job that they had chosen to do, and they were proud to make the world a better place, especially for those who were celebrating Christmas.

So, the cops were able to carry on their work in good mood.

Even Bogo was in a better mood than usual (something rare), as he was just a tad bit more sympathetic than he usually was, as he told his officers to continue their good work and to not slack on the job.

He didn't even complained about the Christmas decoration as he went on with his day, but he did told the Officers that there was enough decoration as it was.

"This is still a respectable working place, after all."

As the buffalo walked through the lobby of the station as he drank his ginger-hinted coffee, he had a few words with the cops that were leaving the place already, as it was the end of their shifts and they had the Christmas off. Those looked to be significantly happier than the ones who still had to work during Christmas, and who looked at their departing brothers-in-blue with a hint of envy.

Bogo himself looked at them with a little envy himself.

As the Chief, he had to remain for a long time in the Precinct. Usually he didn't went back home during Christmas, and worked through the holyday. It was tiring and, if Bogo was completely honest, it sucked. Still, he knew what he was putting himself into when he first decided to become the Chief. He was not going to spend the Christmas sulking and complaining to himself that he wished his life could be better. It would make this work night harder than it was already going to be.

As Bogo walked back to his office, he crossed parts with one of the officers who was already going back home for the night, to enjoy the night and his Christmas off. In fact, Bogo nearly didn't saw him, and would have missed him completely if the small officers had not spoken to him.

"Yo, Chief!" The voice came, and it made Bogo stop. It also made him want to groan, but it came out only as a sigh.

"Wilde." Bogo said, looking down and seeing the fox cop standing and looking at him. Nick had already changed from his police uniform to his civilian attire. He was currently wearing a red Pawaiian shirt with snowflake designs in it, a tie colored like mistletoe and a pair of indigo pants.

"So, working through Christmas again?" Nick asked, as he did in every Christmas since he first joined the ZPD, and the Chief, as he did in all previous times, answered with:

"Well, someone has to."

"True." Nick said, looking at the boss. "Still, I think that you can think of maybe trying to take a break during the holyday. You know, go to see the family, maybe go find some nice company."

"I don't have time for that, Wilde." Bogo said, looking at the fox. "You know how Christmas is a busy day for police officers."

"Oh, yeah. One of the busiest times of the year." Nick said, nodding at his Chief. "Honestly, I am surprised at how many trouble happens during Christmas. I was lucky that this year I could schedule my day off during the holyday. I'll be able to spend all of my Christmas chilling in my home watching the Christmas specials on television."

"Well, lucky you." Bogo said, and Nick looked back at him.

"Oh, come on, Chief. Don't need to be so grumpy." Nick said to him. "Come on, it is a time of being merry and of cheering! You gotta get in the mood! I mean, everyone else is. Come on! Hum a little Christmas tune! Put some Santa Paws costume and go around giving gifts! Look for someone to kiss under the mistletoe! Turn that frown upside down, my dear Buffalo Butt!"

Bogo would have reacted in a serious way to anyone who called him that. However, Wilde had done it so many times since he joined that even threatening to fire him over that had no effect anymore. Also, there was the fact that Wilde was already technically off duty, and so, Bogo could only look at him and snort.

Luckily, Bogo had already learned how to ignore the fox's antics, and so, he just sipped his coffee and was ready to walk away. However, Nick was not let him out that easily.

"Still no smile?" Nick asked, looking at the buffalo. "Well, that's too bad. You look a lot better when you are smiling."

"Don't you have to go to your Christmas tradition, Wilde?" Bogo asked, looking at the fox with a look that told him that he'd better be careful, because he could get into trouble. Nick immediately backed away at this look that he came to know since he started working as a police officer.

"Okay, okay. No need to be mad at my red color." Nick said, looking at the bigger mammal. "I just came to wish you a merry Christmas. Well, I just did it. Merry Christmas, Chief. And I hope you enjoy your gift."

With this, Nick turned and was about to start walking away. Bogo sighed and was about to sip more of his coffee, but then he stopped as his mind registered what the fox had just said.

"Wait, what gift?" Bogo said, turning to look at the fox. Nick stopped and turned to look at him.

"The gift." Nick said, "The one I got for you. Oh, I didn't mention it?"

Nick looked up at the big buffalo, and he smiled at the big buffalo with a knowing smirk as he continued:

"Just a little something that I got for you to celebrate Christmas. I left it in your office for you. It is a really nice gift, and I think you'll like it. Maybe it will help you get in the holiday spirit."

"What are you talking about?" Bogo asked, looking at the fox. "What did you left in my office? What did you do!?"

Nick looked back at the buffalo, and only smirked at him. He started to hum a song, and kept humming it as he turned around and walked away, leaving the buffalo to look at him as the fox departed.

He thought about calling him and demanding him to explain what he had done. However, Bogo knew from experience that trying to deal with the fox now would only cause him more headache.

So, Bogo resumed walking to his office. However, now, as he walked in direction to it, he could not help but feel a sense of dread take a hold of him.

All because of that smile.

That darn smile.

Nick had soon made a name for himself after entering the ZPD.

No surprise in there, since he was the first fox to join the ZPD, after he helped their first bunny to crack up what could be the biggest case of the 21stcentury. Right after joining, he and Hopps proved to work together like clockwork, and to be one of the best duos that the ZPD ever saw, capable of cracking big cases and bringing down big criminal names.

However, just like he was known or being a good cop, Wilde was also known for being a true trickster. He was always finding ways of playing pranks on others, and often he did that without leaving behind any evidence that led anything back to him. Some even attributed that to the fox past as a hustler who never got caught or prosecuted for anything before. He never left proof behind, but it was of common knowledge that Wilde was the responsible for those pranks.

Bogo could very well remember how just this last Howlloween when he arrived at his office and found out a curious smell in the place. A sweet smell. He looked around his office for a while trying to find the source of it, and eventually did.

Bogo couldn't help but be shocked when he found out the drawers of his desk to find them to be all filled to the brim with pumpkin pie filling.

Before he went to his office on that day, Wilde had stopped by him and very casually asked him what were his thoughts on pumpkin pie...

Of course, there was no proof that Wilde had been responsible for that, but Bogo knew very well it had been the fox. He still looked for evidence, and if he ever found it, he was going to make sure that Wilde remained a meter guard for the rest of his career on the ZPD.

Bogo still remembered the smirk that Wilde had when he talked to him about pumpkin pie on that Howlloween. The same smirk when he spoke to Bogo about the "gift" he left in his office.

Knowing Wilde, it could be nearly anything. From some radio that would continuously play Christmas tunes hidden somewhere into his office to a Christmas tree so big that it would take the space of most of his office and make it hard to work. It was enough to make Bogo feel insecure about going into his office.

However, the buffalo steeled himself.

He was Chief Bogo! He had been a cop for decades and dealt with the worst and more dangerous that Zootopia had to offer! He was not scared of some prank pulled by one of his subordinates!

So, that was a former con-mammal who was smart enough to never get caught, with a mischievous disposition, childish personality and inclination to playing pranks. So what? Bogo was the Chief!

He was a seasoned officer who spent years on the street and knew how to solve most of his problems all by himself! He faced drug dealers, kidnappers, bank robbers! Of course, he could keep up with a fox who liked to play pranks! All his previous experiences certainly would allow him to power through any childish thing that Wilde might have left on his office. Be it mildly annoying or downright headache inducing.

With that in mind, Bogo marched to his office, steeled in mind and spirit and ready for anything that was waiting for him in there.

That was what Bogo thought.

But, oh, was he wrong...

Bogo arrived in the door of his office, and hesitated only for a second before grabbing the handle and opening it.

The office was dark. What was strange, because usually it was easy to see in there, even at this time of the day. The blinds were drawn, and the lights were switched off. Bogo was sure that he had left the blinds open, and that he had switched the light on before walking out. Was it part of Wilde's "gift"?

Bogo didn't had the best eyesight, especially not on the dark. He couldn't see properly, but he was already looking for clues of what was it that Wilde pulled on this time. He wasn't picking up any strange scent, be it pleasant (like pine or sugar) or unpleasant (like garbage or skunk juice). He did heard a faint sound in there, though.

Was it... a bell?

One of those Christmas bells shaped like little golden balls?

Sounded like it.

Bogo had enough of that suspense. So, he reached out for the switch and he flicked it on, just wanting to see what was it that Wilde had done so he could decide how to punish the fox for it.

The next sound that filled the office was the one of Bogo's cup hitting the ground and spilling his coffee on the previously clean floor. It had fallen from Bogo's hoof. Just like the buffalo's jaw had fallen, combining with his wide eyes to give him the most dumb-folded look at what he saw.

Bogo was pretty sure that he never saw that hippopotamus before. Sometimes it was hard to recognize a mammal from others of their species if you were not paying attention. Still, Bogo was sure that he never saw that hippo before. He was not any of his subordinates. Because none of them had a skin of such a light shade of grey, and neither they had blue eyes and a tuff of fur on the top of the head of a bluish-dark coloration formed into a Mohawk with a lot of gel. However, most importantly, he was sure that none of his hippo subordinates would dress like that.

The hippo was wearing a very skimpy thong. So small that it was downright obscene. Red in coloration and with some mistletoe tied to the front. He was also wearing an x-shaped harness of red leather with Christmas bells all over it (what was the source of the sound Bogo heard), making him look like he was ready to join the team that would pull Santa Paws' sleight. He also had an object on his paw, which Bogo soon was able to identify as a ridding crop. The hippo was also wearing something around his neck, which was a ribbon wrapped very fancily, making it look as if the hippo was a gift to someone.

Bogo was motionless with that dumb-folded expression, while the hippo smiled at the buffalo, before he started to move. He started to dance, moving his body and making the bells on his harness jiggle with each motion of his body. Then the hippo started to sing as he danced.

" I want a hippopotamus for Christmas. Only a hippopotamus will do." The hippo sang, as he moved his body and jiggled the bells on his harness to give the tune to his music. His dancing was also not innocent either. In fact, it was the kind of seductive dancing, as the hippo gyrated his hips and winked at the buffalo.

" I don't want a doll, no dinky Tinkertoy." He sang, as he took his ridding crop on his hands, and made a little movement with it. " I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy!"

Bogo only continued to stare. He could not look away from that strange hippo with the skimpy and provocative antics. He only stared as the hippo continued to dance and to sing that song. The same song that Nick had been humming just moments before as he walked away.

The hippo stuck his butt out, shaking it to the buffalo as the bells on his harness jiggled with a sound that was all particular to Christmas. Then, the hippo turned around.

" I want a hippopotamus for Christmas. Only a hippopotamus will do." He sang, shaking his hips and body with a skill that suggested that he had done that before. " No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses. I only like hippopotamuses. And hippopotamuses... like. Me. Too."

As he finished that song, he pointed right at Bogo with his ridding crop, and winked at him.

Bogo's left eye twitched, as the bulging vein on his eyebrow threatened to explode at any second.

As the hippo finished, he placed a paw on his hip as he looked at the buffalo.

"So..." he said, smacking the tip of the ridding crop on his thigh, producing a sound that seemed to jolt Bogo out of his stupor. The hippo looked at him, and asked with a suave and seductive voice:

"Are you the Bogo-boy? A.K.A Chief Buffalo Butt?"

Silence followed those words, and Bogo's shocked expression finally changed from one of shock to one of absolutely outraged rage.

Wilde.

"Yeah Nicky said that you could make a face like that." The hippo said, looking at the buffalo with a smirk. "It really _is_funny."

Oh, now that fox had gone too far!

"So, are you just going to glare are me or we will go down to business?" The hippo asked, making the buffalo blink and look at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I am here for a reason, you know." The hippo say, "Nicky paid in advance and I turned down another job to attend here because I owned him a favor. I don't feel like returning his money."

The bulging vein on Bogo's brow threatened to explode with the force of a hand grenade.

"Stay here." Bogo said, turning around.

"Where are you going?" The hippo asked, and Bogo said:

"After Wilde. If I hurry I can catch him and bring him back so I can take his badge. As well as his tail. And maybe his ears too."

"Are you going after Nicky now?" The hippo asked.

"You can bet I am!" Bogo nearly roared, "And you stay right in here until I am done with that fox and can figure out what to do with you!"

"You need to think what to do with me?" The hippo said, looking at the buffalo. "Because I had the impression that you already knew what to do with me, by the volume on your pants."

"What?" Bogo asked, and he then looked down. Only on that moment Bogo noticed that his pants felt tight.

He was having a massive, raging boner inside of his pants! The front of his pants were tenting obscenely, and it looked like they could rip at any moment, by the looks of it.

"Dammit!" Bogo said, as he immediately brought his hooves to the front of his pants, covering his erection. He looked around, as if to see if anyone outside had caught sight of him in that state.

He nearly walked around the Precinct like that!

Bogo retreated into his office, and started to work on making his bulge less noticeable. However, Bogo had long discovered that, once he had an erection, it was very hard to make his penis go down again. He tried to adjust his member inside his pants so it was harder to see, but in any way that he tried it was still obscenely obvious that he had a massive boner inside his pants.

Dammit! He could not go after Wilde like that!

"Well, it looks like I can pretty much stand back and watch as you have fun alone, right?" The hippo said, making Bogo look at him. "At least you could close the door, to make sure that no one will be walking on us. I mean, you are not into exhibitionism, are you?"

Bogo blinked, and then he looked at the door of his office, which was wide open. He immediately rushed to it and closed the door, locking it. Immediately, he rushed to his desk, passing by the hippo and activating the intercom, telling who was on the front desk to not allow anyone to come to his office for a while. After that, Bogo breathed, and he could once more focus on the situation at hoof.

"Oh, you don't waste time, do you?" The hippo said, looking at the buffalo with a smile on his muzzle. "So, what about we start the fun?"

The hippo approached Bogo around the desk, and with each step the bells on his harness jiggled a bit. Bogo looked at him, in that very provocative outfit, and he scowled at the big mammal.

"Sir, I assure you that I don't want anything to do with you at this moment." Bogo said, getting up. "Right now, I am more interested in finding Wilde and using him as a target to practice shooting with my dart gun."

"What? Am I not pretty?" The hippo asked, "Oh, Nick assured me that you would love me. He said that you liked big guys with a lot of meat on them."

Bogo snorted as he heard that, and he got up.

"Look... sir." Bogo said, trying to sound as civil as he could. "I am a police Chief. I cannot have people thinking that I involve myself with those kinds of activities. They could get the wrong idea if they see you here in my office."

Bogo looked at the hippo.

"How did you got into my office, by the way? No way you did it without being seen. Not wearing... that." Bogo asked, and gestured to the hippo's body. The big mammal looked back at him.

"What, do you think that I came here like that?" The hippo asked, "Do you think I am some depraved pervert? No way! I came here in regular clothes. I wore this after Nicky helped me sneak into your office while you were out. He told me to be ready for you."

"Oh. Of course." Bogo said, looking at the hippo, and then noticing a bag in a chair. Certainly the one that hippo used to transport the outfit he was wearing, and where his clothes were now stored as he dressed that outfit. Bogo caught himself wondering what else there was in there.

"I still can't believe that Wilde did this!" Bogo growled. "Oh, this time I am firing him for sure!"

"What, for giving you a gift?" The hippo said.

"For bringing a prostitute to my office!" Bogo said, looking at the hippo with a serious expression. "This time Wilde has gone too far!"

"What is wrong with having a prostitute in your office?" The hippo asked. "I mean, many of the big names here in the city have one or two prostitutes on their offices. Some of them have several."

"Well I don't!" Bogo said, "I am an officer of the law and I cannot get involved with such activity! In fact, put your clothes on right now! I am arresting you for prostitution!"

"Oh, you are?" The hippo said, "And will you apprehend me with that big weapon inside your pants?"

That was all it took for Bogo to be remind of the raging boner between his legs. The buffalo cursed as he turned around and tried to once more adjust it inside his pants so at least it was less noticeable, but this was proving to be quite a challenge.

"Having problems with your own weapon, officer?" The hippo said, "Well, perhaps you should not have it concealed. Why don't you bring it out in the open? Maybe it will help."

"Will you stop talking!?" Bogo said to the hippo. "Dammit! Darn bovine erections, it is so hard for them to go down..."

Chief still grunted as he tried to disguise his erection by adjusting his member inside his pants, but it only made it look more noticeable. Bogo was even trying to think of things that turned his off, to see if his erection would recede even if just a little. After a few frustrating moments, the hippo's voice came again.

"You know, perhaps I could help you with that." The pachyderm said from behind Bogo. "After all, this is kind of my job."

"Look, I really don't need-WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?"

Bogo nearly reacted violently when he felt two arms hugging him from behind, and felt the warm of another body against his back. The small paws of the hippo were now running their way around his body, before they traveled down, and started to unbuckle Bogo's belt.

"Relax, Officer." The hippo said, as he skillfully found and unzipped the fly on Bogo's pants. "I'm just helping you out."

"S-s-stop this!" Bogo demanded, "Stop this now! Y-you cannot do this! I am a cop! I am a police Chief! You cannot just-Ooohhhh!"

Bogo's complain became a pleasured moan as two paws wrapped around his girth inside his underwear, and started massaging it with the kind of skill that you can only achieve after a lot of experience with male partners.

"Wow, Nicky was right. You are tense as heck." The hippo said, as he groped Bogo's massive member through the jockstrap that the buffalo was wearing. "You really need this bad, don't you?"

"I-I don't... I don't need... Y-you cannot just...Moo!"

Bogo's face burned with pure same as that involuntary mooing came out of his mouth as the hands of the hippo move up until they found his nipples, and gave each of them a hard pinch.

It didn't caused pain to the buffalo, in any way. Quite the opposite. It caused a jolt of pure pleasure to shot up Bogo's spine.

"H-hey! Hey!" Bogo complained, looking back at the hippo, but unable to see him because of the size difference and because of how close the pachyderm was of his body. "C-cut that out! You cannot just-MOOO!"

Another hard pinch on his nipples made Bogo moo again. Not only that, it caused his hard member to throb and shot a goblet of pre into Bogo's jockstrap. Behind him, the hippo smirked, as he could very well recognize this kind of reaction from a male.

"You like this, don't you?" The hippo asked. "When I pinch your nipples like this?"

Another "moo" was all the answer he needed, accompanied by the familiar tensing of the muscles of the male he was pleasuring. The hippo chuckled a bit while Bogo blushed madly.

"Just like Nicky said. This really pushes your buttons. Or better saying... it twists your buttons."

Bogo groaned at the bad joke the hippo made, but any complaint turned into another moo as the hippo pinched his nipples harder. Bogo's cock throbbed harder into his jockstrap, as it leaked more pre into it.

"S-stop..." Bogo said, his voice quivering a little bit. "S-stop it..."

Then, the fingers left his nipples. The presence of those arms disappeared. Just like the warmth on his back.

Bogo opened his eyes and blinked, confused. Then, he turned around and looked at the hippo, who was now looking at him with a smirk.

Bogo looked at him, his hooved instinctively going to his own chest, feeling it through the fabric of his uniform.

"D-did you... did you really stopped?"

"Of course." The hippo said. "You told me to stop, and so I stopped." He spoke as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. "After all, my job is to do what the client asks."

"C-client?" Bogo said, looking at the hippo for a few moments in confusion, before resuming his anger.

"I am not your client!"

"Oh, you are." The hippo said, "Nicky paid me to be your gift. The money might be his' but the client is you. So, I am going to do all that you want. Of course, Nicky told me how to act with you, but I cannot force a client to do anything. It would be really bad for the agency. So, we are not going forward if you tell me right now that you don't want me."

Bogo looked at the hippo, and he was about to tell him that he didn't wanted him and that he should just get dressed and leave. However, the hippo gave him a very sexy smile.

"But, that is really what you want?" The hippo asked, looking at the buffalo in the eye. "Do you really want to spend the night before Christmas all alone inside his small office all by yourself? Checking on paperwork until late hours of night with no one else to make you company?"

Bogo hesitated, and then the hippo smirked.

"Or, would you prefer to have the company of someone?" He asked, walking to the buffalo, until they were pressing their bodies together. "Someone who will give you some love and attention in this night? Someone who will make you feel warm and loved in one of the coldest nights of the year? Someone who will share this Christmas with you for just one night, and maybe even make some very fond memories for you of this night that is normally so hard on cops?"

"Wouldn't you like to have some nice loving in this lonely night to warm you up?" The hippo said, in a sultry, velvety voice that made Bogo's knees go weak.

A part of Bogo wanted to refuse.

A part of him wanted to either put that hippo on cuffs and toss him in one of the cells or to kick him out the door and out of the precinct (after he was once more wearing pants, that was), and then going after Wilde to put him under Bogo's own special version of a disciplinary action.

However, that part of him was drown out by the raging, primal desire that was awakening on Bogo at the very moment. The throbbing of his cock. The touch of the hippo on his nipples. The sweet tone of voice that the pachyderm was using to talk to him. All of that awakened a desire on Bogo that was drowning the reasonable voice inside his head.

It was as if there was a screaming competition going on within the buffalo. And the lower head was winning.

Bogo let out a surprised moo as the hippo's fingers once more found his nipples and pinched them ever so gently.

"So?" he hippo said, looking up at the buffalo. "Do you want me to stay, or should I go after Nicky and return his money?"

Bogo panted a bit, his face burning. His cock throbbed hard inside the pouch of his jockstrap, making it tent in a way that was nothing short of obscene. Bogo closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to recompose himself, before he let out a sigh.

"No one can know about this." Bogo said, and looked down at the shorter hippo. "Seriously, it could damage my image as a police chief if it got out."

The hippo smiled at him.

"Don't worry, Bogo-boy." The hippo said, winking at him. "Being very discrete is part of the kind of job I do."

Bogo felt his blush deepening.

"Please, don't call me that." Bogo said, and the hippo looked at him.

"So, how should I call you?"

Bogo sighed.

"Adrian is fine." The buffalo said, feeling weird for telling a complete stranger his first name. "And you are?"

"The name's Billy." The hippo said, running his hands over Bogo's chest, and them down his arms and to his wrists. "But, for today, maybe you feel like calling me... Sir."

Bogo didn't had time to react as he heard a click and felt something being snapped on his wrist. The buffalo blinked and looked over, to see that a cuff had been place on his left wrist.

"What the-!?"

"Relax." The hippo said as he smiled at the buffalo and calmly walked around him, bringing his cuffed wrist to behind his back. "This is just a little thing to make things more interesting." He said, grabbing Bogo's other hoof and bringing it to his back, cuffing both his hooves behind the buffalo's back.

"Nicky said you would like it better like this." Billy said, looking at the buffalo. "He said that you love bondage, and that you do enjoy being the submissive."

What!? Bogo thought, shocked for hearing that the fox said such a thing. H-how does Wilde knows about that?

Bogo wondered how that fox knew such personal things about himself. Come to think of it, and reflecting on what the hippo had said before, Bogo also realized that Wilde somehow knew about his preference for chubby males, and that he liked having his nipples teased.

How could that fox know those things!?

However, Bogo was brought back to reality as he felt those hands around his waist, lowering his pants all the way down.

"Here. Ain't that better?" Billy said, as he helped Bogo step out to his pants. Bogo was now standing there only on his upper clothing and jockstrap. Of course, that meant that his buttocks were free in the open for anyone to see. Luckily, the only one in there to see it was the hippo, and he seemed that he was definitely eyeing Bogo's butt.

Not only eyeing, but also touching them.

Bogo blushed as he felt those paws groping and molding his butt, shivering as he felt a finger run on is asscrack, all the way from the base of his tail to the bottom of his ass, just behind his ballsack.

"Now that is a nice butt." Billy said, as he continued to admire and grope it. "Soft, but very firm. Just the right combination of fat and muscle. A genuine bubble butt."

As he said that, he gave that as a slap, causing Bogo to jump and let out another involuntary moo.

"I'm definitely going to enjoy fucking it." Billy said with a smirk. Bogo blushed even harder as he heard those words, his cock throbbing inside the pouch of his jockstrap, which was stretch so much that it was nearly on the point of bursting.

"But, that can wait." Billy said, walking around the buffalo, picking up his ridding crop from the desk, and standing before the pantless, hoofcuffed Bogo. "Right now, I have a few more ideas of what you could be doing for me, Adrian."

The hippo's stance had completely changed. Now he stood before Bogo with a straight up pose, tapping the tip of the ridding crop against his other paw, a look on his face that was nearly predatory as he looked at the buffalo.

"Kneel." Billy said, in a firm tone of voice, not oppressive, but certainly authoritative, very different from the friendly and seductive tone that he had been using to talk to Bogo up until now.

The change was so sudden that Bogo could only look at the hippo in surprise. Meanwhile, the hippo looked back at him, and then he said:

"I said, kneel, you big cow."

Now, if anyone talked to him like that in any other situation, Bogo would have answered with a lot of anger. However, as the hippo said that to him with that gaze, Bogo felt much meeker than usual. Meek enough to actually do what the hippo ordered, and kneel before the pachyderm, who seemed satisfied that Bogo was following his instructions.

"Okay then." Billy said, looking down at the kneeling buffalo. "If in any moment you want to slow down or stop, the safeword is 'jingle balls'."

Bogo blinked, looking up at the hippo.

"Jingle bells?"

"No. Jingle_balls_."

Bogo looked at him with a "you can't be serious" face, to which the hippo was soon answering:

"What? It is a good safeword! I mean, come on, can you think of any situation where you would be saying it other than as a safeword?"

Yeah, Billy had a point. That much Bogo had to admit.

"Okay. Jingle balls, got it." Bogo said, and the hippo smiled down at him.

"Good." The hippo said, reaching out for the thong he was wearing and lowering it. Immediately, his cock flopped out and nearly slapped against Bogo's snout. "So, since I assume you don't plan to use that safeword too soon, you might as well use your mouth for... other things."

The hippo gave Bogo bedroom eyes as he said that. Bogo looked at the hippo's eyes, before looking down and looking at the hippo's junk.

The buffalo had to admit that it was impressive. Nearly as impressive as Bogo's own erection, which throbbed in the pouch of his jockstrap. Sighing, Bogo leaned forward, and opened his mouth, putting his tongue out and giving the flaccid member a long, slow lick.

"Oh, yeah..." The hippo said, placing a hand on the top of Bogo's head, right between his horns. "That's it. Just like that. Oh, yeaaahhh. That's a good cow."

Bogo blushed as he heard those words. In any other situation, Bogo would take great offense on those words, both as a male and as a bovine. Still, in that moment, pantless, with his hooves cuffed behind his back, cock hard and throbbing inside the pouch of his jockstrap and kneeling before a naked male, being called that actually made Bogo feel hornier, and encouraged him to work more on the cock presented to him.

Bogo licked it as if it was a saltlick popsicle. He licked the body of the cock from head to bottom and, as he did, the cock twitched and slowly came to live, getting slowly erect. When it was at half-mast, Bogo was now facing directly at the head of the cock, and he used this chance to lick over and around the head, his tongue catching the first drops of pre that licked slowly from the piss-slit. The cock responded by continuig to get hard, until it was standing at full mast, with a length that was indeed of inspiring respect to any male. Bogo still thought that his own was a little bigger, but he was definitely impressed that the hippo could pack so much.

"Good job, officer." Billy said, petting Bogo's head. "You surely did that before, didn't you?"

Bogo didn't answered, instead only looking away. However, the blush on his face certainly seemed as enough answer to Billy, as the hippo chuckled as he looked at the buffalo.

"Well, better just get moving forward, right?" The pachyderm said, grabbing his cock at the base and pointing it directly at Bogo's muzzle. "Say 'aah'."

Bogo continued to blush, but the throbbing of his cock betrayed how turned on he was at that moment.

The buffalo leaned forward. He inhaled, and the strong smell of hippo musk entered his nostrils. Immediately after, he snorted, a cloud of moisture forming in front of his sinuses, before he sucked it back as he took another whiff of that powerful musk.

Great Minos, if his hooves were not cuffed he would be masturbating so hard now!

"Enjoying the smell, Adrian?" Billy asked. "I promise the taste is even better. Come on. Start sucking. I know you want to."

The worst part was that he was right. Bogo wanted to suck at that cock. He wanted to suck on it sooo bad!

Opening his mouth, Bogo stuck his tongue out. He touched the head of the cock and once more tasted pre and musk. His tongue wrapped around the cock, and guided it to inside his mouth. His lips closed around the head of the cock, and Bogo started to suck as he ran his tongue all over the head of the cock. This granted a happy snort from the hippo.

"Good cow." Billy said, as he petted Bogo's head as if he was a mascot. This caused Bogo to blush even more, what the hippo noted, but was kind enough not to mention on it. He didn't thought of mentioning it, as he was busy enjoying the cock-sucking he was getting from the buffalo.

Bogo clearly had previous experience in sucking cock. No way would someone know how to suck cock like that on the first try. That thing of "being a natural" was mostly something you saw on porn online and on movies. You needed real experience sucking cock to learn to suck with the skill that the buffalo was showing.

Sucking with just the right amount of pressure on the head while he ran his large tongue just the right way over the head and the slit, and even using his teeth in the most gentle way to pleasure his cock without hurting him in any way?

That buffalo certainly had spent a considerable time with cocks on his mouth.

"You're pretty skilled, Adrian." Billy said, enjoying the pleasure. "If you were not a cop and were after a job, I'd definitely help you get a job in my agency."

"Hmm mmm hmm." Bogo said, quite divided into taking it as a compliment or not. He was leaning more to compliment. He focused on what he was doing, and continued to pleasure the cock on his mouth. Slowly, Bogo started to take more of the cock into his mouth, slowly bobbing his head over the cock. It was only an inch or two, but Bogo was slowly working his way forward, taking more of the cock in and out of his mouth as he continued to suck it as if it was a candy cane.

"Ohhh, yeah. Keep sucking me." Billy said, placing a hand on the cop's head. "That's it. Hmmm, you are really good at this, Chief Bimbo."

"Mmm!" Bogo muffled around the cock on his mouth. Billy looked down at him.

"What? Don't like being called that?" Billy said, smirking down at the buffalo. Bogo had stopped bobbing his head, so the hippo compensated it by moving his hips and actually fucking that muzzle slowly. "What about police tramp? Or maybe slut chief? What else could I call someone who has so much skill servicing someone's cock? Tell me, how many cocks have you sucked before? Maybe as much as some of my co-workers. Maybe even more. That certainly would make you qualify for all of those nicknames and more."

Bogo blushed. He let out a few muffled protests, but his cock was throbbing between his legs betrayed just how turned on he was. This, of course, did not went unnoticed by Billy.

"Oh, do you like those nicknames?" The hippo asked, looking down at the cop, a smirk still on his muzzle. "Well, in that case I guess I'll keep calling you them. What do you say, Chief Adrian Bimbo?"

Bogo clenched his eyes shut, feeling his cheeks get so hot that it felt like they could just spontaneously combust. Still, between his legs, his cock drooled even more pre into his underwear's pouch.

THWAK

"MMM!" Bogo let out a surprised sound around the cock, as he suddenly felt something hit his butt from the side. It was Billy, who had just struck him in the buttock with the ridding crop.

"I'd like to hear answers when I ask you questions." Billy said, looking down at the buffalo. Bogo grunted and squirmed pulling out and looking up at the hippo, who looked down at him.

"Oh, was it too much?" Billy asked, sounding genuinely worried. "Jingle balls?"

Bogo looked at him for a few instants, before he sighed.

"No." The buffalo said, looking down. "You just caught me by surprise. That's all."

"Oh, okay." Billy said, sounding a bit relieved. "So, we better not use the ridding crop anymore?" He asked, showing the object. Bogo didn't looked up at him to answer, but he blushed harder.

"Actually... I kind of liked that." Bogo admitted, and Billy looked at the buffalo, before smirking.

"Well... I am glad to hear that, Chief Bimbo." Billy said, and the ridding crop struck again. This time, it hit Bogo on the outer thigh. This caused the buffalo to snort in surprise, and blush a bit more. "So, I guess I'll just have to be careful not to overdo it, right?"

"Y-yeah... that would be nice." Bogo admitted, and Billy nodded at him.

"Good. Now, I believe you were in the middle of sucking my dick, weren't you? Back to work, officer slut."

Bogo blushed more as he did what was request of him, and leaned forward and once more took the cock into his mouth, and he was once more sucking. He would have started bobbing his head as well, but the hippo beat him to it, by moving his hips and resuming the fucking of Bogo's face. Bogo limited himself to be passive and just keep sucking and licking at the cock inside his mouth.

"That's it. Keep sucking me." Billy said, and he gently swatted Bogo's ass with his ridding crop. "That's it, Chief Bimbo. That's good. Ohh, yeah. Lick the head like that. That's a good police slut." With each phrase, he gave another swat to Bogo's ass with the ridding crop, and they were getting increasingly stronger, on the same level that his comments grew lewder and lewder.

All that caused Bogo to blush, just as much as it caused his cock to jump with each strike of that ridding crop on his buttock.

The hippo was starting to fuck Bogo's mouth faster and harder. Bogo continued to suck, as that cock moved in and out of his cock faster. With each thrust, a tad bit more of that fat hippo cock went inside his mouth. Deeper and deeper, until Bogo could feel the tip of the cock going in and out of his throat. This caused Bogo to gag slightly, but Bogo had enough experience to know that he was supposed to swallow around the cock to keep it from actually choking him, as it helped ease the tension on his mouth, as well as swallow the pre and saliva that were building up.

And there was a lot of pre building up coming from that cock. Billy surely was a leaker.

"That's it... You are really good at this." Billy said, and Bogo suddenly felt a weight on his head. "Truly a skilled slut."

With that said, Bogo felt himself being pull forward by the head until his nose was pressing on the hippo's pubic area, and the pachyderms balls were pressing against his chin. Between the fat cock that was filling his mouth and plugging his throat, forcing him to breathe through his nose, Bogo was able to realize what was going on.

Billy had grabbed his horns.

Now, for any mammal that had horns, they were a source of pride. In fact, for most mammals, horns were nearly sacred. You should never touch someone else's horn without asking for their permission first, as it could be seem as extremely disrespectful.

Now, to have your horns grabbed in such a situation...

To have one's horns used as handles for something like that...

The taboo of the situation was making Bogo's cock leak pre like a faucet.

Soon, Billy was going to town on Bogo's mouth. He completely took control of the situation, grasping firmly on Bogo's horns and forcing his cock all the way in and out of the buffalo's mouth. Bogo's nose bumped into Billy's pubes, and the hippo's balls slapped against the buffalo's chin. The fat cock kept plugging and unplugging Bogo's throat, forcing Bogo to swallow continuously to keep himself from gagging around that fat dick.

"Ohh, yeahhh. That's it." Billy said, as he send his cock harder into that mouth by using Bogo's horns as handles, using the buffalo's mouth as if it was a fleshlight. Bogo could only close his eyes and relax his throat the best he could so he could take it. "That's a good cow. Such a good cow! That's it! Take my cock, you slut! You love this don't you? You love my cock ramming into your mouth, don't you, you slutty cow!? Then take it! Take it all! Suck it as I shove it all the way down your throat you fucking police slut!"

Bogo's eyes rolled back as his cock throbbed hard inside his underwear. Of course, he could not moan properly or even enjoy this as much as he wanted, for her was too busy swallowing and relaxing his throat around that massive member being rammed in and out of his mouth.

Man, that hippo was a savage!

"That's it, keep sucking me! Take my dick, you fucking cow! Take it like the slut you are! Ohhh, yeah! Just like that! You really want my cum, don't you? I can tell by how well you are sucking me! You want my cum so bad? I am about to cum! Take it! Take it all! Drink all of it! Every drop! Every! Fucking! Droooooooop!"

With this, Billy reach his orgasm. Bogo eyes widened as he felt his mouth, and the back of his throat, being flooded with thick, creamy hippo cum.

Immediately, his first reflex was trying to pull out. However, he soon found out that, despite being smaller and fatter, that hippo was strong enough to easily hold him in place by the horns.

As he nearly choked, Bogo was able to remember to swallow, and so he did. And it was right on time, for more of it was coming, forcing Bogo to keep swallowing. The buffalo could do nothing more than to close his eyes and focus on swallowing.

Mouthful after mouthful, Bogo sent all of that cum down to his stomach. He swallowed, and it just kept coming. And Billy was not letting go of his horns, so Bogo could not even pull back just a little to make a little bit of room inside his mouth for all that cum. All he could do was keep swallowing as fast as he could so the cum would not accumulate enough for Bogo to actually choke on it. Even because, with the size of that cock and how much space it took into his mouth, the cum would have nowhere to go but deeper into his throat.

Billy continued to cum for nearly three minutes, an impressive time for most species, before the flow of cum finally started to subside.

When it finally stopped coming, Bogo was finally able to let the breath he had been holding through his nose.

For a long time, they remained in there. Billy let out a satisfied sigh as he finished cumming, and just kept holding Bogo's head in place. Meanwhile, Bogo was breathing slowly through his nostrils, to recover the breath after having to hold it for three minutes while he had to swallow a flood of hippo spunk. When he recovered enough, and felt that cock now soft into his mouth, Bogo decided to pull out.

Only to find out that Billy still had a vice-like grip on his horns and was not letting him pull back.

"Mmm? Hmm... Hmmm!" Bogo grunted, trying to pull out. He looked up, to see the hippo looking down at him with a smirk.

"We are not done yet, my dear cow." Billy said to Bogo. "Now, get back to sucking and licking. Make me nice and hard again."

He just cummed and he wanted to be hard again already?

Was that hippo serious?

Bogo was pretty confident that he could easily escape from that hippo's grip f he actually tried. Still, at the moment, he still didn't felt like being his usual self. He was still on passive mode. As much as his cock was still hard as diamond between his legs.

The front of his underwear felt drenched with all the pre that his penis had leaked into it already.

There was no hiding it. Bogo had loved all that the hippo had done to him. And he loved what he was still doing.

That was why Bogo obediently did what the hippo demanded of him, sucking on the cock inside his mouth, and using his tongue the best he could.

It took nearly two minutes, and it was starting to cause his jaw to ache, but he eventually was managing to make that cock become hard again. He could feel as the soft member inside of his mouth was slowly getting hard, becoming once more solid as steel.

Bogo felt admired that the cock could become hard again so soon after an orgasm like that. Was it a hippo thing, or was it a Billy's thing? Bogo was not sure, but he knew that it was hell-a impressive.

Bogo was getting ready to have that cock ram his mouth again, and he was already relaxing his throat for it. However, instead, Billy pulled his cock out of his mouth.

Bogo was finally able to move his tongue freely, as well as moving his mouth close and open to get rid of a bit of the soreness that had worked for having that massive dick on his muzzle.

Bogo looked at that cock, glittering with the spit, cum and throat-slime covering it. Then he looked up at the hippo with a questioning look, and the hippo only answered to him with a smile.

"Lay over the desk." The hippo said, and Bogo didn't needed any more explanation to know what this was about.

A shiver run up Bogo's spine, and his tailhole instinctively clenched at the mere thought of having that monster of a dick rammed inside of it.

A mixture of apprehension and excitement.

Bogo didn't questioned the hippo, doing exactly what the pachyderm told him to instead.

Getting up from his kneeling position, Bogo turned to his desk, and just let himself drop onto it. Some of the objects that were over the desk fell form it, as the buffalo dropped the weight of his chest and stomach into the desk, with his legs and his backside hanging from the edge, his bare butt in glorious view of the hippo.

The desk let out a creak of protest under Bogo's almost 1900 pounds of muscle in it, and Bogo was immediately glad that he bought a strong model of desk for his office.

"So, you using actual lube or you will be using just my spit on your dick?" Bogo asked, looking over his shoulder, but not managing to see much due to his own bulk. He could only see the head of the hippo behind him, who was looking at his butt. Bogo could feel a paw touching his bare buttocks, running over them.

"Yeah, juts your spit will be enough, and I still got some of my own cum left. Hippo cum is nearly a lube on its own right, you know?" Billy said, as he ran a hand over Bogo's butt. "Besides, you look like the type of guy who can take some pain in our ass. Just to be sure, you remember the safeword, right?"

"Yeah, I do. Jingle balls." Bogo said, "Why are you asking me no-moooo!"

His question turning into a loud moo, caused by the surprise as his ass was suddenly struck by something. Billy had juts used the ridding crop to hit Bogo's ass hard on the left buttcheek.

"H-hey!" Bogo said, still trying to look over his shoulder. "What's the big idea?"

"Just setting the mood." Billy said, "Nicky said that you liked having your ass punished before being fucked."

Bogo said nothing, and the hippo then asked:

"What, was he wrong? Do you want me to stop?"

Bogo was silent for a few moments, and then he said, with a blush on his face:

"No..."

Billy smirked at this.

"Alright then." He said, and struck Bogo's butt again, this time hitting the other cheek. Bogo bit his lip to hold back another moo. Then he had to do the same when Billy stroke his ass once more. And once more. And once more.

With each strike, he still kept calling Bogo things like "naughty cow" and "dirty slut", and things of the like.

Bogo was biting his lip so hard that he was nearly afraid of causing it to rupture and bleed. However, he knew that if he was not biting his lip so hard, he would be mooing like a cow in heat.

Why did getting his ass beat like that had to feel so darn good!?

Each strike felt like it travelled from his ass straight to his cock, causing it to throb and leak even more pre on his already soaked jockstrap's pouch. The sudden feeling of impact, following by the burning feeling of a bruise forming under his fur, only served to feed Bogo's desire and make him want more.

Yes, Bogo was somewhat a masochist, thank you very much.

This continued for a while, until Billy finally finished it with a single strike that somehow managed to hit both of his asscheeks at the same time. This time Bogo could not hold back a moo, and it was a loud one, causing the buffalo's face to burn with embarrassment on the same measure that his cock throbbed with pent up pension.

Bogo was so fucking horny right now!

"You really are a cow, aren't you?" Billy said, passing a hand over Bogo's red mark-covered butt. "Mooing like that, so loud and sounding so needy. You know, it is as if you are just waiting for someone to come in and take like the cow that you-"

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me already!" Bogo snapped, surprising the hippo. However, the pachyderm was soon recovering and smirking at the buffalo.

"The client is always right." Billy said, and Bogo could feel his butt being grab again. This time Billy was grabbing it with both paws, and now he was spreading them apart. Next thing that Bogo felt was a long and hard form getting sandwiched between his asscheeks and rubbing itself up and down his crack.

Bogo's blush deepened as Billy rubbed his massive cock between his cheeks. The feeling of having something so close to his ass made Bogo's tail move out of the way out of pure instinct. This was something that happened when you had the habit of submitting yourself to male partners. You learned to get your tail out of the way as soon as there was a dick ready to fuck you.

"Will you quit teasing?" Bogo asked, looking back at the hippo who had spent the last two minutes only rubbing his dick in Bogo's crack, using his buttocks as if it was as fleslight instead of just shoving his cock in. "What, do you plan to masturbate yourself with my ass?"

"I'm just warming up, big guy." Billy said, looking at him. "Some of us like a little foreplay before the main event. But, since it looks like you are so anxious to have my dick in your butt..."

Bogo felt that dick moving again. This time he could clearly feel the tip of the cock press up against his tailhole. At that moment, Bogo was remind that Billy was bigger down there than most of Bogo's usual sex partners. He could not help but feel a sudden wave of nervousness run through him.

"Here I come." Billy said, and he started to press forward.

Bogo opened his mouth, about to ask Billy if he had enough lubing on his cock, but it turned into a very loud moo as Billy shoved hard enough for the head of his cock to just slip inside.

Rather easily, it was to be added.

It seemed hippo spunk really was a good lube, after all.

Still, the feeling of being penetrated burned. Especially when the cock penetrating him was so big.

Bogo snorted and grunted, breathing heavily through his nose as he felt the cock spread his tailhole wide open.

Behind him, Billy stopped for a moment, looking at the buffalo.

"You alright there?" The hippo asked, and the buffalo looked back at him and said:

"Y-yes... Just... has been a little while since I had one so big..." Bogo admitted, and he then added:

"But don't stop. Keep going. And don't hold back."

The hippo smirked as he heard that.

"Well, if you insist." Billy said, and that was the only warning that Bogo had before...

Bogo's eyes widened and a loud bellow left his mouth as Billy had, with a single powerful thrust, sent his entire cock up Bogo's ass.

The burning pain was overwhelming. However, behind all of the pain, there was a strong pleasure shooting up his spine and making his cock jump. Billy had just hit Bogo's prostate.

Bogo panted and grunted as he felt the hippo behind him pulling his cock out, only to shove it back again.

Then again. And again.

The hippo soon was pounding away at Bogo's ass. He didn't started slow, and instead he was just going at it. He was not holding back, like Bogo had asked at him. He was breeding Bogo with the same passion and savagery that his wild ancestors would have bred a female during the mating season.

And Bogo was not complaining in the slightest.

It was painful at first, of course. However, as they kept at it, the pain soon started to give place to pleasure. Each thrust of the hippo's cock hit straight into Bogo's prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine and into the buffalo's cock. It was only a matter of time before the pleasure overwhelmed the pain completely.

What began as pained and strained grunts and huffs, soon became pleasured moans and moos.

"T-this is- MOOO -this is so- MOOO- s-so goo- MOOO!" Bogo said, his attempts at forming words being broke by the pleasured moos that came out every time that his prostate was hit by that giant cock.

"You are really liking it, aren't you, cow?" Billy said, a smirk on his muzzle as he continued to fuck the buffalo. Bogo nodded.

"Y-ye- MOO! Yes! MOO! I-its feels amazing! MOO! P-ple- MOO! Please! MOO! Harder!"

"Oh, you want harder?" Billy said, giving a particularly hard thrust, aimed straight at Bogo's prostate, causing the buffalo to moo amazingly loud. At that moment, Bogo was so glad that his office was soundproof...

"Y-yes!"

"Look at you." Billy said, still fucking the buffalo. "Loving to have a cock up your ass and begging it to go harder. Do you know what you seem like now? A slut!"

Bogo mooed loud as Billy thrust his cock hard as he said that.

"That's right! A big, slutty cow! That's exactly what you are, isn't that right, Adrian? You have all this pose of correctness, being all high and might but, deep down, you are nothing more than a cock-loving cow. That's the truth, ain't it? You are really nothing more than a slutty cow, aren't you?"

That was only so much that Bogo could take. His cock leaked so much pre that it was dripping from his jockstrap, as the pouch was completely drenched. His body felt hot. His head was swimming in pleasure. For a moment, Bogo was not even sure of where he was. All he knew was that he loved to have that huge cock ramming into his ass. That it made him feel good every time that it hit him straight into his prostate.

It was too much.

It was just too much for the proud and stoic Chief Bogo.

He couldn't take it anymore!

"Yes!" Bogo bellowed, so loud that it made the pictures on his walls and the windows rattle. "I am a cow! I am a slutty cow who loves cock! I need cock! I crave cock! I need to be bred and fucked like a cow in heat! So please! Fuck me! Breed me! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK ME LIKE THE COW I AM! FUCK THIS COW'S ASS HARD! PLEAAAASE!"

The booming voice of the buffalo made his ears hurt, but Billy was able to smirk as wide as a shark at the buffalo.

"As you wish, you slut!" Billy said, tightening his grip on Bogo's hips. "Moo for me! Like the cow you are!"

And the hippo truly went to pound town on Bogo's ass.

His hips moved so fast that they were practically a blur. He drove in so hard that his crotch produced a resounding SMACK with each collision with Bogo's buttocks.

"M-MOO! MOOOO! MOOOOOOOOOO!" Bogo mooed loudly, as each one of the powerful thrusts was aim straight at his prostate, sending the buffalo into a world of pleasure with each hard poke on his insides.

They fucked like wild mammals did back on the stone ages. Hard, fast and without any sophistication. Billy grunting like a struggling beast, while Bogo took it and mooed so loud that there was a risk of someone on the outside hearing even though the room was soundproof. However, the worry about being heard and maybe caught was far away from Bogo's mind.

Everything other than the pleasure that he was getting from being breed so hard and so powerfully by that hippo behind him was far away from his mind. Bogo had been reduce to a primitive state, nearly as if he had got high on Night Howlers. The only thing on his mind was the pleasure. It was all he knew. All he cared about. All that really mattered. All upper brain thoughts were shove away as pleasure became his everything.

And what a pleasure it was.

Bogo wished that it could last forever.

However, it could not last forever. Bogo knew it very well, and so did Billy. They were able to remember themselves of this through the haze of pleasure that they shared. As Billy rammed his cock all the way in and out of Bogo's ass, and Bogo's prostate was maul by that gargantuan hippo member, they both knew that neither of them would last much longer.

Still, they dragged out their pleasure for as long as they could. Changing the pace of their mating. Using every scrap of will they had to try and suppress their orgasm. However, all of those attempts would prove to only delay what was inevitable for both of them.

Still, they both enjoyed it as much as they could.

Billy enjoyed the most he could the virgin-tight tailhole of the buffalo, while Bogo took the most pleasure from having his prostate pounded by that weapon of flesh the hippo had between his legs. Billy's grunts and Bogo's moos were both part of the same song of pleasure, and the song was reaching its climax after a long crescendo.

Billy's thrusting became erratic; he growled and bellowed loudly as he fucked that ass as if he was doing it to save his own life. Meanwhile, Bogo's moos had not only gotten loud, but they were also becoming high-pitched, to the point where Bogo was actually starting to sound like a female as he was bred by that hippo.

They were both close. They both knew it. They were so close that they could just stretch out their arms and touch it.

So, they continued. Both of them cried out like wounded animals as they were coming to the very climax of their intense acts.

Soon, that climax came.

With a loud bellow, Billy buried his cock as far as it could go. The wild fucking of that buffalo's tailhole finally made the hippo go over the edge. He buried every single inch of his penis into that hole and he came. With his second orgasm of the day, Billy once more filled that cow, this time by the backdoor. The hippo could produce great amounts of cum. Just as he flooded Bogo's mouth, he now flooded the buffalo's tailhole, sending wave after wave of his thick, creamy life-soup inside of Bogo's butt. Just like with the buffalo's mouth, his fat cock plunged the tailhole completely, ensuring that the cum would have nowhere to go but deeper into that hole.

As he felt the cock going deep into him, surging, and filling him with that thick hippo baby-batter, Bogo let out the loudest, girliest moo he had made today, as his own orgasm hit him. Inside his jockstrap pouch, the tip of his cock flared. His balls contracted to near his body as the cum inside them was forcefully expelled by the feeling of his prostate being pounded and milked. The rushing flood of cum passed through the cloth of his jockstrap as if it was not there, and it splattered into the desk that Bogo was leaning over. String after string of pearly cum hit the desk as Bogo's orgasm prolonged itself as he painted the side of his desk white. After nearly an entire minute it slowly starting to subside, as his shots of cum became weaker and weaker, until all that came down as a weak trickling, which dropped from his jockstrap into the ground between Bogo's feet.

As both of their orgasms subsided, the two were left panting, with a feeling of elation that was common to have in moments like that. Billy let out a sigh as he stood with his cock inside Bogo's tailhole, while Bogo laid on the desk panting, his legs dangling limp, save for the occasional twitch, as his cock left out some final throbs as it leaked the final drops of cum from it and finally started deflating.

Bogo was in a state that was similar to Nirvana. A state that was no stranger to the buffalo, as he had already felt it, but only rarely. Only when he truly had found someone who truly knew how to dominate him sexually.

Bogo could hardly remember the last time that a partner had made him feel like that.

Bogo had to admit, that hippo surely had skills.

"Oy!" A voice snapped Bogo out of his pleasure-induced state of rapture, along with the slap on his ass. Bogo blinked, and looked over his shoulder, at Billy, who was looking back at him.

"I asked if you want me to uncuff you now." The hippo said, and Bogo looked at him, before nodding slowly.

"Yeah... that... would be nice."

With this said, Billy soon worked on removing those cuffs and freeing Bogo's arms. Bogo was too tired to rub his wrists. Besides, he was soon distracted from them as he felt something tugging on his tailhole. With just a few thugs, Bogo gasped as he felt (more than he heard) a plop, followed by a feeling of emptiness and the immediate feeling of something leaking.

Bogo blushed, as he realized that, now that Billy had just pulled his cock out of the buffalo's tailhole, the cum that he deposited inside Bogo's ass was freely leaking out of it.

Bogo even tried to hold it inside by clenching his ass, but found out that his muscles were too tired from the straining of the hard fucking to clench. There was no way of stopping all of that cum from leaking out of his ass, down his crack, through his balls, and dripping into the ground below him.

"Man, I haven't cummed that hard in a while." Billy said, looking at the cum that leaked freely from that slightly gaping hole. Bogo said nothing, but Billy could see that his muscles were tensing.

"Adrian?" He asked, making Bogo turn his head ever so slightly in direction to his voice.

"You okay, man?" Billy asked him, there was genuine concern on his voice as he asked the buffalo that question.

Bogo looked back at him for a few moments, before he sighed.

"I'm fine..." Bogo said, "Just thinking that I'll have to wipe the floor clean later."

"Oh." Billy said, looking at the buffalo. "You might need to wipe your desk as well."

Bogo looked at him, and only realized what the hippo meant when he finally got up from the desk, and saw the side completely painted with streams of bovine cum.

"Oh, brilliant." Bogo groaned. Billy chuckled a little bit.

"Don't worry, it washes off. I think... so, we cuddle now?" Billy asked, looking at the buffalo, who looked back at him.

"What?"

"Cuddling. You know, snuggling really close to each other, you hugging me with those strong arms of yours." Billy said, looking at the buffalo. "Nicky said that you liked cuddling after sex. Was he wrong?"

Dammit! How does that fox knows so much about my personal life!?

Bogo looked to the side, blushing slightly.

"I... do not oppose to the idea." Bogo said with a blush. Billy smiled at him.

Soon, the two were sitting together into Bogo's chair. The hippo was sitting on Bogo's lap and resting his head on the buffalo's broad chest. Bogo was hugging him as he did. Meanwhile, Bogo could feel more cum leaking from his abused tailhole straight into his chair but, at this point, the buffalo was just not in the mood to care about that.

He was too busy trying to not make it obvious how sore his tailhole felt after that hard pounding that Billy gave him. Bogo felt that sitting was going to be painful for a couple days...

"I had a lot of fun." Billy said, in an attempt to make 'pillow talk'. "Did you had fun? I mean, I am sure you did, but I'd like to know if it was worth the money Nicky paid."

Bogo looked at the hippo, and he sighed.

"Well, I could answer that, but I'd have to know how much Wilde has paid you."

"Oh, Adrian." The hippo said to the buffalo. "Don't you know that it is not nice to ask how much a gift costs? It is not polite."

"Yeah, right..." Bogo said, reclining a bit on the chair, trying to make himself more comfortable with the soreness on his tailhole and the heavy hippo sitting on his thigh. "What is all this talk of you being my 'gift', anyway? Is this a common thing on... your profession?"

"Oh, it is a special thing that my agency does." The hippo said to the buffalo. "It is a thing that we do around Christmas. For the price of a regular job, instead of having a professional attend to you, you can instead have them be a gift for someone else, including giving us instructions on how to act with the person to who the gift is intended. We have this thing of doing special promotions during the holidays. Oh, that reminds me!"

The hippo then perked on Bogo's lap, looking straight at Bogo's eyes.

"Would you like to return the gift?"

"Return?"

"It is part of our Christmas special." The hippo explained. "If you are a client who just got a session as a gift from a friend, then you receive a special discount if you want to give the person a gift of your own, if you know what I mean."

Oh, Bogo knew exactly what the hippo meant. He also know that, after pulling something like that, he definitely would not define Wilde as being his "friend".

Bogo was about tell the hippo that he had no intention of giving any "gift" of any kind to that fox, but he stopped for a moment to think about it.

"You said I can 'give instructions on how to act with the person'." Bogo said, "This means I can tell to whoever it is exactly what to do with that fox?"

"Sure can." Billy said to the buffalo. "If you want, you can even chose which species of professional will be attending to Nicky. For an additional charge, you can even arrange for more than one professional to attend him."

Bogo remained silent for a while, as he pondered on it. Then, a weird grin spread across his muzzle.

"You know what, Billy?" Bogo said, looking at the hippo. "I think I do want to return Wilde's gift..."