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With a hard shove against the wall, and a quick push from my skate against the ice, I did my best to get out of the way as that puck came zooming on by. Where there were pucks there were usually giant bodies racing to get them. This time was no different as a blur of red and white rushed on by in heavy pursuit. Those two figures followed the black disk of rubber all the way behind the goalie's net, only to meet a matching set of red and white players coming in from the other side. With a few heavy hits between them, both sides locked together in a heated battle, desperate to claim ownership of that puck. Sticks and legs quickly surged down toward it as each player desperately tried to knock it free of the sudden tangle.

It was times like this that I was glad I didn't have to try and muscle a polar bear out of the way anymore. I had some sympathy for the poor wolf that was trying to do just that, as it certainly wasn't an easy task. A snarling tenacity, some serious core strength, and a great sense of balance were all things I once had in abundance. I was a young and spunky elk for sure back then, doing my best to play in the minor leagues and hoping to make it big one day. I had retired from playing over ten years ago, although I'd argue that I still had the balance down pretty good. The rest… eh, some things tended to mellow with age.

In fact, things were quite the opposite now. Instead of being the spearhead for every play with all the eyes watching me, everyone did their best to avoid me and pretend I wasn't there. Not only did they avoid me, but they also did their best not to be seen by me either. It was quite a change of pace, but it was certainly less strain on my joints and body. Then again, being a referee had its downsides as well, and I was about to be reminded of them. Good thing my ears weren't as sensitive as they used to be.

As that jostle got intense, I kept my eyes trained on each player, looking for anything out of the ordinary. From of the corner of my eye, I watched as the bear gave a firm kick to that puck with his skate, sending it rolling free of the small group of bodies and sticks pressed against the boards. A rather large snowshoe hare, who was perched at the end of the little gathering, quickly gobbled up that puck and began to skate away from the pack with it on his stick.

He gave one powerful push to the ice with his thick and muscled leg, and he was just about in the middle of a second push before the wolf from the opposite team realized he had the puck. The canine reached out with his own stick, trying to lock it underneath the hare's to make him lose control, however his positioning was just a little bit off. As the wolf yanked up on his stick, the blade quickly shot passed the hare's own without making contact, continuing even further past his paws. It flew towards his shoulder, and eventually gave him a grazing blow over his cheek, visor, and the side of his helmet.

It was just barely enough contact to ruffle the hare's white arctic fur, but his reaction to the contact told quite a different story. His head quickly snapped back as if he'd been literally punched in the face. The tips of his long ears, which were flattened and left dangling out of the back of his helmet, flopped back and forth throughout the whole exaggerated action. And, as soon as the hare's head returned back from its sudden snap, he lifted a gloved paw to his mouth, holding it tightly as if he was in sudden excruciating pain.

The whole thing was a ruse, and no one was really fooled by the display. The contact the hare got with that stick blade was barely enough to move his cheek fur, much less cause any pain. Yet, at the same time, I could feel my arm shoot up into the air to signify a penalty. I didn't have time to think about why, it just sort of happened, surging out of me as a straight up gut reaction. Ten years of reactive training had left me open to such gaps in my rational thinking at times, leaving me relying on instinct when I saw a reaction like that. This one was a slight shock even to me though. But, now that the signal was given, there was nothing I could do, no matter how much I began to second guess myself.

The wolf, oblivious to my signal so far, reached out and touched the free puck a moment later, while the hare was still busy trying to sell the penalty. Upon his first contact with the puck, I lifted my whistle up to my lips and gave a firm blow to stop the action.

I heard a loud rolling boo erupt from the crowd even before the players stopped the action, with loud curses and downright evil shouts ringing out from those closest to the ice. This was a very important game after all. It was the Stanley Cup Final, game five. The visiting team was already leading 3-1 in the series, and with one more win they would win the Cup. They were also ahead 5-3 in the current game with only seven minutes left. Now the home team had just taken a cheap and blatantly faked penalty. I was certainly not surprised that I heard those boos, but I did my best to push them out of my head as I skated over towards the hare to check on his condition.

“Got any blood?" I asked as I slid up next to him, keeping the same pace as he skated back toward the bench to get off the ice. He was certainly not another one of those twinky rabbit boys that seemed to be everywhere. He was a big, muscled, cold-weather hardened, snowshoe hare, and he was quite intimidating to have to look up at despite his cute and cuddly lapine appearance. His glove had fallen away from his muzzle at this point, but only after giving it a few final rubs in order to sell his discomfort just a little more.

“Nah, I'm fine," he said casually. He didn't even look in my direction as he said it, pretending not to notice me more than he had to.

I slowly held up two fingers in the air to signify it was only a minor penalty, and then adjusted my course over toward the timekeeper's box to let them know officially. I flicked on my microphone as I skated back towards center ice and said, breaking through the loud cacophony of boos still raining down at me, “Number 52. 2 Minutes. High-sticking."

The boos once again surged in intensity, while I did my best to keep a stern and steady face. I tried hard not to let them get to me, but at the same time it was near impossible not to. I was used to getting some negative feedback on my decisions, but this was one of the loudest I could remember hearing. It was a Stanley Cup Final game after all. The home team was losing and was about to be eliminated, and now they had two minutes where they had to play some serious defense for a silly, exaggerated call. But, I'd made my call, and now everyone had to stick by it. That was the power, and the curse, of being a referee. Everyone else certainly had the power to voice their displeasure with me though, and it seemed like they were going to shake the whole building down with their boos to prove it.

The boos didn't even stop as the puck dropped and play got underway once again. It took a few good saves from the home town goalie to finally shift the crowd's minds onto other things, although I still heard the occasional chant and shout directed my way as time ran down in the game. In the end the penalty didn't even really matter. All it did was kill two minutes off the play clock while nobody scored as a result. Even with the five minutes the home team had, left they weren't able to get much done. They surged and put in a good effort. They got in a few nice shots and made the goalie make some good saves. But, in the end, when the buzzer finally rang, the score was still 5-3.

The crowd was mostly silent at the outcome, besides a few diehard fans for the visiting team that made the trip all the way from the opposite coast. On the ice though there were sticks, gloves, helmets, and who knows what else flying up in the air in celebration as the final buzzer rang. I couldn't help but smile a little myself at the festivities, although I did my best to hide it as I slowly made my way off the ice. The game was over, my job was done. We refs didn't get to celebrate. We didn't win anything. We were simply there to make sure that someone else could.

Even though we couldn't be out there with all the excitement on the ice, the other referees and I still exchanged a few high-fives as we all slid into that locker room tunnel. We might not have won the game ourselves, but we'd done a good job officiating the game, and that was worth some excitement between us. Only the best of the best got the honor to work at a Stanley Cup Finals game. I'd been working my way up with many years of dedicated service and hard work, as had all of the others. We knew each other well at this point, and there was plenty of excitement to go around as we all were wearing rather large smiles.

We remained mostly silent as we made our way to the locker room. We quickly undressed and showered, trying to get everything done before the players came in from their celebration. The best part was that us refs usually had to change in the visitor's locker room, so the place was empty, while the excitement and ceremonies were still going on out on the ice. It was only when we were leaving that the first players started to walk in, offering up high fives and excited shouts, which we half-heartedly gave back. The sudden influx of players only made us want to get out of there faster to avoid the chaos that was to follow. Before most of the players could start filing in, we quickly slid out the back while we still could.

We made our way down a few hallways to the end of the locker room passage, and soon met up with our security guards. They were glorified rent-a-cops, but at the same time it was nice to have someone there to protect us. Some of the fans got rather rowdy at times, especially with a hometown loss. Thankfully, most of the fans had decided to go home and sulk tonight as the arena seemed mostly empty, although there were still a few small shouts as we walked outside and back to the nearby hotel.

We gave a friendly goodbye to our guards before we hopped in the elevator and made our way up to our rooms. Although, once our gear was stacked in the corner of our rooms, we quickly gathered back into a single room to break open the alcohol and start the celebration ourselves. It wasn't just the players that could party tonight after all. We were prepared for a little referee party of our own! It'd been a long season for us to, and although we loved what we did, we couldn't help but celebrate another completed season and another Stanley Cup given out. We were all a little older than most of the players however, so instead of loud music and raucous party antics, we settled for a few small cups of booze and general conversation as we relaxed on the hotel beds.

We had a good time simply talking about the game, the series, and what next year might bring for us and the league. Not to mention just what all of us had planned for the upcoming break. A few vacations, a few wives and girlfriends to get back to seeing regularly, and a lot of just enjoying life and soaking in every moment we could while we could still skate.

It was a fun time shared by a few good friends as we all smiled and laughed along. We were up for a few hours drinking and chatting, but at that point the old man in all of us began to rear its ugly head. It started with Janus passing out on his bed, a half full cup of his special drink still clenched softly in his hand. By that point we all knew it was about time to say goodnight and part ways. So with a few hugs, handshakes, and goodbyes, my roommate and I left the party room and started our trip back through the hallways to our surprisingly distant room.

Once we were free of that stuffy room, I reached for my cell phone to check my messages. After scrolling through them while we walked, I let my roommate know that I wasn't completely dead yet, and I was going to go for a quick walk to get some fresh air and shake off some of the alcohol. With a wave he wished me well, and with a short message sent off on my phone, I headed for the stairs.

I didn't make it down too many floors before opening the door and continuing along the 8th floor, casually looking around until I spotted the ice and vending room. The hotel we were in was pretty fancy, so the room was more of a lounge than just a little walk-in closet like some others. I carefully took a look around to see if anyone was watching, and with a deep breath I opened the door and stepped inside. I only made it about three or four steps before I suddenly felt two large arms clench themselves around my rib cage from behind.

I gave off a soft bleat as the air was forced out of my lungs with the tight squeeze. I could smell the alcohol on the male's breath behind me as he pulled me against his muscled chest, before he laid his chin down on top of my antler free head. (They were removed so my helmet would fit of course. It's the hockey player's look.) I did my best to try and push him off as my hands wrapped around his massively thick arms, but I wasn't as strong as I used to be. There was no moving those tree trunks off my body unless the person behind me wanted to move them, even as I gave off another strong yet playful squirm in his slowly crushing grasp.

“Mmmph, hey there… Mr. Stanley Cup Champion…" I added back, pausing in my squirms in order to focus on getting a good breath in through the pressure. “How's it feel?"

“Fantastic!" the hare behind me spat out with a soft and loopy chuckle, adding another firm squeeze that caused me to gasp once again.

“D...don't… kill me… Andy..." I added with another straining huff, giving his arms a rather firm push, and thankfully feeling his grip loosen on me just a bit. With a deep breath ringing out from my chest, I spun around to look up at him, feeling those heavy arms shift to lay over my shoulders instead. The snowshoe hare's long ears were at full attention, although one was starting to droop just a little due to the alcohol. He had the widest drunk smile plastered over his face that I'd ever seen, and as he continued to stare back down at me, I watched his nose and whiskers twitch, adding to his surprising cuteness. Surprising cuteness for a six and a half foot tall, 240 pound, beast of a man that is.

I could only imagine what he was feeling with everything that'd happened in the past few hours, and that smile of his was certainly quite infectious. I felt my own cheeks and lips grow into a nice and wide one myself, especially the longer I looked up at him. I caught it happening and gave off a soft chuckle before I simply said, “Congratulations." And then, as if I was continuing on in one smooth calculated movement, I slowly leaned up on my tippy toes and moved my smiling lips towards his.

He was quick to pucker up and lean down into the kiss as well. Both of us closed our eyes and just enjoyed the moment, grinding our lips back and forth against one another. I felt his large paws slide up and down my back and sides, and I did much the same to him as my hands traced along his muscular back. I felt every sore, beaten up, and bulging muscle underneath his shirt twitch as I ran my fingers along them, causing the large hare to squeak more than a few times into the deep kiss we shared.

We enjoyed the quickly deepening kiss for far too long before I finally tore myself away to catch my breath. I think we both gave off a little shiver at the passion still running through us as we filled our lungs with a bunch of deep, slow breaths that we desperately needed. There was nothing much to say really. We simply stood there, smiling at each other for quite a while, before I finally had the sense to pull us away from the doorway and off towards the side of the room, hoping that would keep us safe from any prying eyes.

It was risky enough just being seen together, much less the actually kissing. That had made things quite difficult in the past, and in fact it still did. We'd been together for almost two years now, at least officially, and nothing had really come easy for us. The secret trips, the secluded meetings, the 'chance' encounters here and there… that's all we really had. During the season we were both quite busy, but on occasion we got to be in the same town on the same night. We did our best to make due when we could, but it was hard to even get a room together. If his name, or even mine, had come up as renting a private room, then questions would start to be asked. Questions we might not want to give answers to. Questions that might get us both suspended from the league, if not fined and all sorts of other stuff. It was certainly unethical, but then again… as I stared up into his large, excited eyes and felt his impressive arms and body squeeze tight around me again, I could say that the risk was well worth the reward.

“Mmmph, I'm really proud of you," I said back with another smile, gently giving his thick hips a few more rubs with the palms of my paws. “You played really well this game and the whole series. You guys earned it."

He gave off a soft smile at those words before leaning down and adding a nuzzle to my cheek and forehead. “Mmmm, thanks Jack," he said after he gave me a kiss to my cheek. “I couldn't have done it without you. Nice officiating."

“You could've and you did," I responded with a bit of Fatherly sharpness to his attempt to be cute. I don't know why that comment always seemed to get under my skin, but it was certainly far from the first time Andy had said something like that. It always made me tense up on the inside and feel like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing just for him. But, on the other hand, I simply couldn't stay mad at the sexy hare. Especially when I looked up at that big, smiling face of his and the way his ears drooped just slightly at my sudden rougher tone.

Andy quickly leaned in for a soft rub of his paw against my chest and nuzzle against my head, before finishing it off with a rather strong hug. He did his best to be as sweet as a giant hare could, which was surprisingly sweet to be honest. “Mmmmph, I was just joking..." he added in with a small whimper under his voice, forcing a small crack of a smile to break through my stern lips, which were now pressed against his strong squeezing shoulder.

Something about being around the rabbit always tended to awake my inner youth. He made me feel many years younger than I actually was, and that was part of what I loved about him. That was the part that kept me coming back and taking risks. His soft apology was only the icing on the cake as I felt those words send a little loving shiver down my spine. Before I could stop myself, I gave off a soft grin and released one of my hands from his back. With a firm and directed swat, I brought it right down on his sexy, muscled ass, letting the loud spank ring in the small room.

“Next time you have to work harder on your acting though," I said after hearing him squeak out from the sudden spank. It was meant to be more playful than anything, but I could tell I'd struck some kind of nerve with the rabbit. I knew that look on his face by now as he stared back, and I knew that he had enjoyed the spank a little more than I had intended.

Before he acted on anything though, he had a challenge to respond to. A professional athlete could never back down from a challenge after all. With a rather cocky smile, he looked down at me and slowly said back, “It was good enough to fool you at least!" I could feel his chest puff out as I rested against it, leaving his fur growing a few sizes around and underneath his shirt, as he did his best to look confident and sure.

I smirked at that and quickly slid both of my hands up to his chest to search for his nipples, giving each one a quick pinch to make him squeal and deflate rather quickly. I couldn't help but counter his childness with my own as a soft chuckle escaped my lips at the same time. I felt like I was part of the team once again, twenty years younger than I was, and he and I were simply fooling around in the locker room. There wasn't any of this aching joint, straining back, old person stuff to worry about. When I was with Andy I felt like we were both straight out of college... except he actually was.

“Oh, I know just how much of a faker you are," I added in with a playful grin of my own up at him. Now I was on the attack since he'd gotten me slightly riled up with his response. The residual alcohol certainly helped with that as well, not to mention the sexy stud of a hare squirming at my touches in front of me. That normally large and powerful beast, a force to be reckoned with out on the ice, was already shrinking down in size and dominance as soon as I began to push back. It was cute to watch. Very cute. And it left me grinning nice and wide as I got more and more confident with each word.

“You're so much of a faker," I started again, although lowering my voice in case someone was listening out in the hallway, “that I bet every orgasm you ever had from me was fake too."

He gasped suddenly at that accusation as my smile only grew firmer on my face. I could tell he was matching my playfulness with his reaction though. That was part of the reason I loved being around him. For some reason we just clicked, and although it wouldn't seem possible from the outside, we were quite the complementary pair, no matter the age difference. “How dare you good Sir!" he added back, reaching up a paw and very gently slapping it across my cheek as if a duel was just initiated.

It was barely a grazing blow, just enough to ruffle some of my cheek fur, and it made me grin a little more in the process. Then, after a good moment had passed by, I whipped my own head back in an exaggerated motion that sent my ears flopping against my head in the middle of the snap. When I returned back to my starting position I quickly cupped a paw over my cheek and jaw, saying back with a gentle rub, “Owwww… that's a penalty right there!"

“Psh," Andy said back with a little roll of his eyes. “I barely touched ya! You're getting weak in your old age Grandpa…"

That comment made me grit my teeth and stare up at him with that firm officiating face I'd been working on for ten years. It almost zapped the fun right out of the hare's normal bounce and sway, but just as he was starting to transition from playful to serious, I made my move back to playful to keep him off balance. With a slow reach up of my own hand, I extended out my fingers, casually brushing them up against the hare's cheek as my digits passed through his beautiful arctic fur. I made sure to use the same cheek that had been 'hit' with that stick only a few hours ago. I also made sure my caress was as sweet and gentle as I could make it to further prove my point.

“And that?" I added, focusing my glare a bit more into the hare's own eyes, while a more evil and teasing expression fell over my face.

“Mmmm," he added with a little shiver in return. It was so easy to make such a big guy like him shake and go weak in the knees. I did love that power, and I might be guilty of abusing it just a bit. “I think that's a penalty too," he added with a few soft but deep breaths. “Teasing with intent to arouse! What's the signal for that on the ice?"

I chuckled heartily at that before letting my stern face fade. The rabbit had done it again. He'd broken through my defenses and left me venerable. I gave a few more soft touches to his cheek before finally sliding my paw down over his chin and onto his chest. This was supposed to be a friendly meeting and a congratulations - at least that what the hare had told me in his message. But… in his presence I just couldn't help myself. He brought out all the bad parts inside of me. The parts that I'd worked so hard to repress and control.

Secretly, I really loved letting my naughty side come out and break some rules on occasion. Alright, maybe it wasn't that big of a secret, especially to Andy. It was just so liberating after being in a profession comprised of strict rule following. “Mmmm, I'd show ya," I finally responded with a little pressure against his chest, “but I have to take your pants off first."

“You have time to do that on the ice?" Andy added back without missing a beat. I think the alcohol, or maybe just the winning energy in the room made us both a little silly, because I couldn't help but laugh a good bit at that. It only got worse when he continued with, “If you do, then you should be REALLY good at doing it quickly by now!"

He added in a quick wink that made me chuckle just a little bit more, and before I could stop myself, I felt my paws sliding down to the button and waistband on his jeans. I grabbed onto that denim firmly, pulling it away from those tight abs of his for just a moment, before threatening to open his pants up with a few more small twitches of my fingers. “You really need another demonstration?" I asked with a heavy grin, licking my lips to tease the now squirming hare even more.

I had been teasing up to now, and I thought that Andy had as well. But, when the look on his face changed to a strong and needy whimper at my grasp, I could tell that something was up. “What's a matter?" I added with a smirk, not realizing that I should stop while I was ahead. “Can't take the teasing anymore?"

“It's just…" he started with a little gulp and shiver, “I've held back doing anything for more than a week, to keep my testosterone levels up. For a hare that's a week of torture!"

I barely had time to throw him a small smirk and watch him squirm a little more, finally feeling like it was time to cut the teasing. But, I found out it was a little late for that as those large lapine eyes stared down at me, burning heavily with more need than I could ever hope to control.

“P...please..." he said suddenly with a cute little whimper as he grabbed onto my sides in another near painful squeeze. “I want you to make this day so much more perfect." His large, pleading, and submissive eyes really fought against my own as I could feel my breath catch in my throat at that gaze. I knew what I SHOULD say, but at the same time…

“Right here?" I finally added back, looking up at him a little nervously as things had come to this point. I really had just meant to tease a bit. I knew Andy was pent up. I knew he needed some attention. But I didn't really want to get him going so far over the edge. In a few weeks, once the media buzz around his win died down, we'd find a time and place to get in all the make-up sex we could ever hope for, and both of us would be too sore to even move. The problem was that we were here together at this moment, and that sexy rabbit staring down at me with those big, pleading, submissive eyes was making it very hard to think rationally about anything in our future.

He nodded a little to my question, not even daring to give back a vocal response, before I finally took a deep breath and slowly said, “I know we don't get very much time together, and I'm VERY happy to see you too, trust me. But, you remember how we got in trouble last time when we tried something like this?"

“Y...yeah…" he added back as his breathing started to get heavy. “I know it's risky, but… it's late and no one will come by. Plus, neither of us have a room or anything, and I really want it. I NEED it from you Jack!" He continued to whimper up a storm, even thrusting his hips against my own belly and chest to prove it.

“You're just lucky that the passing cop knew who you were," I added with a groan, now trying my best to wiggle my way out of the situation as I tried not to grind back against the rabbit's growing need. “Back in the alleyway, a few blocks from the hotel, 2 am... seemed safe enough. Until that Mountie walked in on us. He was going to arrest us both, you remember? At least until he saw your ID and name. We were VERY lucky he was a fan Andy, and your autograph was enough to keep him quiet."

Andy gave a little nibble to his lip edge as he stared back through my lecture, slowly shifting from large foot to foot as he nodded and said, “Yeah, but that was one time... outside..."

“Then the other time in the arena restroom," I started with a groan, watching him squirm a bit more at the memory. “You remember that too? In the arena after all the fans had left? $250 later, after that janitor had peaked over the top of the stall at us... We're VERY lucky that he kept quiet for all I had in my wallet, and that he didn't recognize either of us."

“Yeah yeah," Andy added back, still squirming and quickly trying to brush my words off as he pushed his body against mine, letting me feel his throbbing need once again grinding into my belly. “Alright, twice," he said with a slightly frustrated huff. “How many times have we gotten away with it, huh?" He left a little pause for me to say something, but when I didn't he quickly said back, “We don't have many other options. Ever."

I slowly shook my head, doing my best to wiggle out of the monster I'd created and his firm, horny grasp of me. But it was no use. The hare had me, and nothing I said would lead to him letting me go. But, I had one more card to play as I gave off a heavy sigh.

“In two or three weeks, we can head out somewhere quiet – just the two of us – and we can do whatever you want for as long as you want in completely privacy. I promise."

It was my last chance to convince him, and even though I could see his expression falter and consider it, those big needy eyes flashed back onto mine again after a moment to say, “I can't wait two or three weeks... I need you now."

Before I could even say anything back, I felt the hare lean in and squeeze my body against his one more time. His lips met mine in a deep, silencing kiss, leaving me squirming in resistance... but squirming against a mountain of muscle I had no hope of overcoming. I knew I could fight it. I knew I could just simply say no and have it end there. I'd have to deal with the hare's disappointment and frustration for a while, but in the end we'd be better off for it.

That was never how it ended up working though. I was not strong enough of a person to do that. I couldn't just outright say no to him, and the longer we kissed, the more I felt myself relaxing and falling into it as well. In the battle of need versus rationality, need was beginning to win out – certainly on the rabbit's end, and after a moment I could feel my own desires start to creep up as well. Especially as those muscles flexed powerfully under my soft rubs over his shoulders and back.

As I pulled away from the kiss with an eventual heavy sigh, I couldn't help feel my hand start to reach for his button yet again. This time I didn't stop at just holding it. Instead, I felt my fingers work to pull his pants apart. “Mmmph, alright, something quick for now to hold you over." I added with a groan, feeling a little bad in my head for giving in, but at the same time knowing that I'd make the rabbit happy. That in itself was worth the risk. “But just something quick."

“Mmmph, thank you Jack," he added back with a heavy and relieved huff that only grew louder once I managed to slip his pants open. From there it was easy enough to slip underneath his underwear's waistband and let my hand give a firm grope to his hard cock.

The first squeeze made him jump a good few inches while I could only smirk and hold on, loving the way the rabbit danced in my grasp already. His foot continued to thump down against the floor the more I squeezed and stroked, working him up into a good set of repetitive moans and squirms. I did my best to hide his large frame from view of the door as I spun him around, letting his back face the entrance to the room with an oblique angle, hoping to hide us off in the corner.

His gasps and moans grew heavier with each pass I made, but before long I could tell that he had some other thoughts beginning to surface as well. He certainly enjoyed each stroke I gave him, but at the same time I watched as his face twisted this way and that, knowing that he was craving more.

“Mmmph, Jack, please..." he added in with a heavy whimper shooting through his voice, making it quiver and shake much like the rest of his body was. “I can't just... have this. I need more. It's... not enough..."

“More?" I added back, a little surprised at such a quick decision. I stopped my gentle pumps and just held my paw steady on his cock as I watched him whimper and nod a little in response. “I said we're only doing something quick."

“I want to go… all the way…" he added with a cute and needy smile. “Please… it's been so long since we have… and it'd be a perfect end to a perfect day…"

Sometimes the hare made me want to tear off my non-existent antlers. He'd played me. He'd played me well. He'd gotten me started, agreeing to get him off, and then dumped those cute whimpers and spine shivering sexy voice on me afterwards. I should've known. Then again I'd always fallen for it in the past, so I wasn't exactly innocent for letting him go through with it.

He blushed just a little bit more to help get me on board, which showed as a soft pink underneath his brilliant white fur. When I was still unmoved, he slowly lowered his muzzle down to one of my ears and almost whispered, “I want your dick inside of me. I want to suck your cock, and then I want it in my ass."

His needy tone simply made me shiver as he made no effort to hide his need. That deep breathing in my ear both before and after, as well as the heavy scent of aroused male quickly growing in the room, left me giving off my own little shiver at his desperate words. I hesitated just a bit before starting to say something, and then stopping again. I was close to saying no, and that a hand job was all I could give him here, but… at the same time, the more I stared at his cute and needy face, the more I felt my reaction began to turn. With a defeated huff I finally felt myself say, “Get on your knees and get to work."

Those words felt wrong the moment I let them out of my muzzle, and I wanted to pull them right back as a sudden ping of rationality surged through me. But, at the same time, the smile that grew on Andy's face afterwards left a warm glow on my insides. I thought he might have been all out-joyed by now, spent from his various celebrations throughout the night, but it seemed that he still had plenty left in the tank from just how fast his body sank down to his knees in front of me. I took a hold of his large ears and gave them a few soft strokes as his paws shot up towards my pants. With a few quick motions, they worked my pants open and slid them down, as if Andy was already rather well practiced on the subject.

I didn't let them get too far passed my rump cheeks though. I still wanted to be able to make a quick move if someone were to walk in and try to hide what was going on. But, at the same time, I didn't resist as Andy pulled them a little lower, making sure my underwear hooked underneath my own cock and balls to frame and display them proudly. I was just as eager as the rabbit was to be completely honest, although I was certainly a little better at hiding it. I couldn't deny that I wanted to rail that sexy toned rump into next week. The rabbit had broken down my defenses, much like he usually did, and there I was… decent sized human-like cock out and being lead towards his lips.

He swallowed it like the hungry little thing he was, gulping down over it and pushing his lips over every inch with a flash of needy fury. I struggled to hold back a gasp as my member was engulfed by his warmth and wetness, but with a little grit of my teeth, I was able to stay mostly silent. Not like it really mattered as the rabbit's slurps were far louder than I could be anyway. His head bounced eagerly back and forth, pushing my member into his mouth nice and deep on every drive. Already, after only a few movements, I could feel him starting to poke it down his throat as well.

I grasped his ears tightly, squeezing and pulling them in an effort to get him to slow down and stay quiet, but there was no controlling a horny hare. He was set on his course, and nothing less than a fresh load of cum would stop him now. He spread his slick spit all up and down my shaft, making it glisten whenever he pulled himself back for a breath. Soon the slickness was dripping from his lips and onto his chin, matting down his fur in the process. His own poor cock, erect and throbbing between his spread legs and knees, continued to throb above the waistband of his underwear, jerking with each horny surge that raced through it. It was enough to leave him moaning and leaning in for more with each hungry slurp.

I could only take so much of that fantastic treatment before I finally had to pull him off, tugging back on his ears until he finally got the message and slowly withdrew. “I think… its slick enough…" I added with a few breaths to match the rabbit's own. “You want it in your rump still, right?"

That got a quick nod from him as I let go of his ears, letting them bounce around a bit with each quick and eager nodding motion he made. “Well then," I started, looking around to see what options we might have. Luckily there was a small counter space hanging off the wall that was meant to hold your ice buckets and snack choices. It was well out of view of the door and just wide and high enough to work. So, with a little smirk, I drew my gaze back down towards the hare and said, “Alright then, up and on your ass here," with a soft pat to the counter next to us.

Andy took a quick look up at the counter and then back at me, looking a little unsure. But, I continued to angle my firm officiating glare at him as I patted the counter space one more time. “Up!" I repeated, and with a quick hop the rabbit was up onto his feet and quickly pushing himself back onto the counter.

The large hare barely had room to keep his butt on the edge of that small counter, having to angle his back and wiggle almost uncomfortably into position as the weak plywood slowly bent and creaked under his weight. It held though, and that was all I needed as I hooked my arms under his knees and lifted his legs up, drawing his underwear around that sexy toned rump in the process. He had to adjust a little more, but soon his large feet were up past my head, leaving me plenty of space to wiggle in between his legs and spread them a little farther.

From behind it was hard to mask what we were doing at this point. With the hare's large feet up in the air, my pants draped around my ass and thighs, and the scent of arousal and sex in the air… there was nothing I could do to even pretend we were doing something else. But, at this point, I knew neither of us would last long, so what were the chances that anyone would walk by in the next five minutes anyway?

I quickly pushed both his pants and his underwear up and over his upturned rump, bunching the wad of clothing onto his thick and powerful thigs. It gave me access to what I needed, but left him able to pull everything back into position should we need to abort fast. With a soft grin at the cute sight before me, and hearing the rabbit give off another set of needy whimpers, I quickly wedged my cock tip up against his ass.

I continued forwards right on through his pucker with an easy, slick push. He was a rabbit after all. He was a natural, and his large body size made it all that much easier to open him up. The spit he'd given my cock was more than enough lube as my shaft quickly disappeared inside, sliding in deep with a firm grind from my hips.

It was heaven for both of us as the needy hare got his filling and I had something warm around my cock once again. But, it was more than that as we simply shared a rare moment of closeness together. I didn't even move my hips at all for what felt like a few minutes. I just kept myself stuffed inside that tight and muscular rabbit butt as I slid my upper body down for a kiss, feeling our lips and tongues intertwine once more in such a perfect union.

Eventually we had to break the kiss for some air, leaving both of us panting and smiling at one another. “Fuck me," the deep-breathing rabbit said, with those needy eyes tunneling into my soul while they stared into my own. I couldn't resist, and with a small adjustment to my stance, I pulled back then pushed forward again, sawing my hips back and forth. It was far from a straight up fucking though. It was more of a sensual grinding than a primal thrusting into the muscled hare in front of me. As badly as I wanted to finish quickly, I also wanted to take my time and enjoy this rare opportunity as well – this rare opportunity to be so close and intimate with the hare I loved.

“Mmmmph, fuck…" I leaked out while still trying to get my breath back, “You… are such a bad boy… such a bad influence…" I gave off a little grin and grunt with those words as I shifted my grasp on the rabbit's legs, sliding him down just a little lower to get the angle even better suited for some more straight-up thrusting.

“Mmmmph, I am…" he agreed with a needy whimper, slowly squeezing his legs around me, and drawing me in against him. I had no resistance against those powerful skating muscles as I simply let out a soft grunt, feeling my thrusts turn back into grinds as the rabbit just held me in deep for another moment. “Mmmph, but it's so worth it," he added with another hot moan up towards me. “God I miss this. I miss you Jack."

“I miss you too sexy," I said in a big burst of breath, before leaning back down into a kiss as my hips ramped up bit by bit. Soon they were flying at a good clip, smacking into the hare's rump with a good bit of force, and letting those loud smacking noises ring all around the room, and probably even into the hallway.

It was pretty cute to watch him try to hold back as his body strained with each thrust, keeping his paws at his side and off his needy cock, not wanting to end the fun too quickly. Well, my hand beat him to it. I slid an arm around his thick leg and reached down to grasp at it myself, knowing that we both needed to get off as soon as possible.

He gave off a hot huff and squirm at that sudden grip, and that only made me smirk as I added in a rather powerful squeeze to his hard member a second later. His reaction was priceless, and gave me something to focus on to fight off my own orgasm for just a moment more. “I don't know how close you are, but I'm almost there... hot stuff," I forced out between a few of my heavy breaths.

“I can go, mmmph, anytime…" he added with a little bite to his lip, which usually meant he couldn't hold back much longer either.

I nodded in response to that before I felt myself saying, “Well then… lift your shirt up…" With a little moan of my own, I watched as that well-toned body came into view. Those abs and pecs rippled with each thrust I gave him as the rabbit struggled to stay up and balanced on the short counter. With a wide smile, I kept my paw pumping over his member, trying to match the speed of my hips, only to lean down and wrap up his muzzle in one more deep, hot, passionate kiss.

That kiss took us through both of our orgasms, one after another. It was Andy who let loose first, sending his pent up load spraying all over his chest and almost onto my shirt too, as he bucked hard with each shot. That sudden squeezing around my member and moaning into my muzzle, not to mention the tight squeeze from his legs and arms all over my back and shoulders, was all I needed to finish off as well. A few moments and some heavy thrusts later, I was joining him, moaning into our kiss and pushing deep to send some thick and hot spurts of seed surging inside of him.

I slumped down as my own skating legs felt like jelly, tingling and twitching after my own much needed release. I wanted more than anything to land on the hare's chest and just lay there in my happy daze. I knew I couldn't though since 'evidence' would be everywhere if I did that. I had to strain my back to keep myself up and off him, although I was more than happy to lean into that kiss for a few more moments before finally pulling back to gather my breath.

“Mmmmph, you weren't kidding…" I added with a soft smile. My mind was still a little loopy from the afterglow as I looked down to the mess he'd made on his belly. White cum and white fur didn't usually show much, but all the matted areas, not to mention some of the globs and strings spread out between fur follicle tips, really proved just how much he had needed this.

He could only smile and nod while catching his own breath from the intense rush. “Told ya…" he spat out with a gentle smile. And with that he pulled me into one final quick kiss before pushing me away so he could get his feet back onto the floor.

It was only then that we both heard the strong throat-clearing cough come from behind us. Andy's large ears quickly snapped to attention as mine flicked up at the sudden noise as well. I felt my body going stiff and taught as my hands raced down to the edge of my pants. I pulled myself back and out of the rabbit before quickly yanking my pants and underwear back up, trying in vain to hide any evidence of what we were doing. I didn't even bother to button or zip up either. I simply pulled my shirt down over my groin and hips, hoping that it would cover everything, as I began to turn around and see just who was behind me.

Andy made his own set of quick movements as he slid his legs down and pressed his feet to the floor. In one fluid move he hopped up and quickly tugged his dangling pants up and over his groin. His frame, and especially his groin, were still mostly hidden by my body all the while. The person who snuck in didn't get to see much true evidence of what was going on at any point. There were no cocks flopping about or anything else that he could really snag a picture of. But, at the same time, hard evidence wasn't really required. A story and rumor could potentially be just as bad, especially from a good source.

Andy had already gotten a good view of who it was, and I just barely heard his soft gasp between my own struggles and noises to get presentable. But, as I turned around and saw him with my own eyes, I instantly knew we were in trouble. I let out my own soft gasp as my eyes scanned up and down the large wolf standing there with a wide smirk on his face. It wasn't just any wolf though. This wolf was rather familiar. Stephan Sarzinski… one of the defenders from the home team. The same wolf I'd called a penalty on with seven minutes to go in the game.

“H...hey there," I said suddenly, doing my best to put on my firm officiating face once more. It didn't seem to sway the wolf though as his rather wide grin stayed plastered on his face. He looked back and forth between the rabbit and I as Andy just stayed quiet, adjusting himself a little bit more, although we both knew we were caught. He was probably the worst possible person that could catch us as well. I'm sure he was still in a grumpy mood from the loss, although that was hard to tell from his expression as he simply left us squirming for another long and silent moment.

“Just out for a little walk?" I added in eventually, using every last ounce of control I had left to try and make myself sound normal. “We were just talking here. Bumped into one another."

“Oh, there was definitely bumping happen," the wolf added in a firm tone of voice. He smirked a good bit at both of us and licked his chops, all while his arms stayed confidently crossed over his chest with each syllable.

“Look," I finally said with a quick and defeated sigh, gazing back up at the wolf with a softening and almost pleading expression on my face. “I don't know what you saw or how long you've been there, but… cut us a little slack? We'll owe you one for sure."

The cocky sway of the wolf almost made me shiver, and I could only imagine what the hare's expression behind me was like as well. “Owe me one, huh?" he added with a little whistle on top of it. That dominant, almost evil tone was thick in his voice, and it was only made stronger by his Eastern European accent and slightly broken English. “I do like sound of that…"

The way he said it made me gulp, especially as his tail casually swished behind him. He had us, and I had a feeling things were going to get quite complicated rather soon.

“What to do... what to do...?" he added as another predatory grin flashed across his face.

“You could just say goodnight and catch up on some sleep," Andy added, although with a slightly more bitter tone than I think really helped the situation. Although, judging from the wolf's posture, he wasn't exactly thinking about letting us go easily anyway.

“But where fun in that?" the canine added, relishing his position of power over both of us as he seemed to grow ten sizes bigger, with both Andy and I shrinking down about the same.

“Come on Stephan," I added in, trying to take back some of the control over the situation. “You got us. I get it. Let's cut to the chase. What do you want to keep quiet?"

It was a tactic that had worked before when we were caught, but at the same time, I was pretty sure that an autograph or some spare bills in my wallet wouldn't be enough to sway anyone this time.

“That is good question," he started back up, slowly rubbing a large paw over his chin before focusing down at me. “I see why you make call today. You scared your boyfriend got hurt, wasn't it?"

No matter how bad it was for the situation, I couldn't let that comment slide. I grit my teeth heavily as I nearly shouted back, “Don't you even think that! No fucking way in hell. I don't care what you do to us, but I will NOT have you leaving this room and thinking that! I called the penalty because it looked like a penalty. Stick to the face – high sticking. Yeah, I knew it was exaggerated, but the same call has been made all season. For ages."

“Not in Stanley Cup Finals!" he almost shouted back, leaving me time to adjust my pants as both of our shouts rung around the room for a moment. “It was bullshit call, and cost us win."

“You know that's not true Stephen," Andy said back, for once trying to be the reason in an argument.

“Could be," the wolf added back with a huff. “You never know. So, I want you take it back."

“I can't..." I said with a soft sigh, more frustrated at myself for losing my cool than at his stupid idea.

“Maybe not," he added with a huff, “but you can say just how bullshit it was, and that it might cost us the game. I know how much you refs hate to say what you really think."

I kind of fell silent at that, wanting to shoot back with something snappy, but not really having anything that came to mind. It's true – there was nothing worse than a ref admitting he'd made a mistake. It never happened, at least not publicly. It was the most humiliating thing I could do, and my pride would be shattered to admit I'd made a bad call. While I doubt I could go on TV and say it outright, there were ways that I could 'leak' it to the press, and even if it wasn't a huge story outside the hockey community, it'd still be quite the black scar on my record. Other players, and especially other refs, would look at me strangely all next season for sure.

At the same time, I couldn't exactly say no though. As I slowly turned to look at the nervous hare behind me, catching his large and unsure eyes about what to do, I knew I had to do it. I had to do it for him if for no other reason. Regretfully, I turned back around to face the wolf and grumbled out a soft, “Fine, I'll make it happen."

The wolf's smirk grew rather wide at that admission as he nodded his head, and then turned his gaze towards the hare behind me. “And you," he said as he pointed his fingers out towards him. “I expect easy assignment when our teams play next year. I want to clear puck out of the zone easily. Even better if you tell teammate to lay off too."

I didn't have to look back to see the hare gritting his teeth. As humiliating as it was for me to admit a mistake, it was even more painful to tell an athlete not to play hard. It wasn't in their blood. That's not how they became a professional athlete in the first place. To try and switch their effort off was just as shameful and embarrassing as anything he could've asked for.

I didn't really know what to expect out of Andy. He would be one to fight something like that, but at the same time here we were – stuck with very few options. The story of our combined lives so far. There was a moment of silence, but eventually I heard the hare almost whisper out, “Fine. I'll go easy on you."

Stephan gave off a wide smile as he gently nodded to both of us. “Good to hear. I expect you to follow through. If not, well..."

“Shut up," I said with an angry scowl right away, although I stopped myself from saying anything more. It was very unsportsmanlike to hold something like this over us. Most of the hockey playing community were all friends, and I expected something better if and when another player found out about us. But, that smirking wolf got on my nerves, and I clenched my paws into fists, almost ready to throw them like back in the old days.

The wolf didn't seemed phased by my interruption though, simply giving off a slight cock to his head as he added, “Oh, and I'll be sending you request for donation to my charity. Make sure you pay full amount when it arrives. No cheating!"

Whether that was a further bribe or not, or if he even had a charity, I couldn't tell by the way he said it. It made me clench my paws tighter though, but falling back on all my previous officiating experience, I managed to hold out just a little longer and stay silent, watching the wolf's tail sway happily behind him instead.

“Anyway, it late," he added with a soft fake yawn. “You two clean up. Just don't forget."

“We won't," Andy said through grit teeth, trying as hard as I was to hold back throwing some punches. But that would only make things worse. A physical assault charge is far more proof of wrongdoing than a rumor of something going on after all.

With that cocky grin still on his muzzle, the wolf spun and began to walk out of the room, giving us both a wave as he disappeared out of that door. We both waited for it to close before we could finally breathe again, each of us letting out a heavy sigh in a sudden rush of emotion.

I slowly turned around to face Andy, a defeated and sorrowful look on my face. But, when I met his own eyes, I couldn't help but feel even worse. Tears had started to stream down his cheeks, and before I could even say anything, I just wrapped him up in a hug, not caring what got on me in the process.

“Relax," I said softly, taking that fatherly tone I was destined to take. “It'll be alright. That was just a rush to judgement is all. We can try to talk to him later, in a few days or so, and see what we can do."

“What if it wasn't though?" Andy added, the large hare giving out a little sniffle and sob as his ears and muzzle gently drooped over my shoulder.

“Then we'll deal with it," I said back, adding a few pats to his back. “But, you know what?" I added after a little bit of simple deep breathing and squeezing. “I know I can deal with it with you, and you can deal with it with me. No matter what happens we have each other. And I'd do everything he said and more if that would protect you... and protect us."

“Yeah, me too," Andy added back after another sniffle. I could feel him squeeze me tightly enough to crack my back and stop my breathing dead, but I didn't care. I let him squeeze me as hard as he needed to as I worked on firming up my hug all the same.

“I love you Andy," I added back, reaching up on my tippy toes to plant a soft kiss on his chin and cheek.

I felt the rabbit lean in towards my forehead, giving me a matching kiss before pulling back and saying, “I love you too Jack."

“We'll make it through this together, I promise," I said one final time as we both nodded in agreement, letting the silence in the room overtake us for a long while thereafter.