Stress relief
Chief Bogo was sitting behind his desk, quietly awaiting a knock at his door. He didn't know what this certain visitor wanted or why he had even showed up here unannounced at all. Finally, the knock came. He could tell it was down lower on the door, and he barely saw a shadow see through the frosted glass of the window. Since as with most things in the ZPD the door was built with bigger mammals in mind it had to be someone small.
He got up, put on his best "friendly" smile and opened the door. He looked down and saw a rabbit. He knew that Judy's parents were farmers and the smaller male in front of him had quite a sturdy frame that looked like he worked hard but also enjoyed his life. "Mister Hopps. To what do I owe this unannounced pleasure?" While he held out his hand to greet the rabbit he put deliberate emphasis on the word "unannounced". He usually preferred to have structured days.
"Chief Bogo! Pleasure to make your acquaintance!" Stu took and shook Bogo's hand enthusiastically. "I know you're a busy man, and I gosh darn appreciate you takin' the time to talk to a carrot farmer from the burrows!" He was past Bogo and into the office before the chief of police could even think of inviting him in.
The buffalo gave an appreciative nod at the strong grip and huffed as the rabbit just waltzed into his office but tried to keep up his smile. "Indeed I am, Mister Hopps, so I'd appreciate it if you answered my question."
"Oh, o'course, please do pardon my ramblin', I'm just so happy t'be here right now!" He took a seat on the chair in front of the desk. "I hope I'm not imposin' too much on your hospitality, mind."
The rabbit's good mood was somewhat infectious and Bogo sat down on his chair behind the task. "Judy must be singing songs of praise about me?", he asked. Bogo usually tried to be modest but he also didn't mind at all if his hard work got some well-earned recognition.
"Oh, she praises you up and down for giving her the chance to do what she's done! But that ain't quite why I'm here. See, chief, I think I can help you out, if'n you'll let me."
A look of surprise spread across the buffalo's face. "Help me out? As an informant? I'm sorry, Mister Hopps, but I don't think there are any cases you might know anything about at the moment."
"Oh, no no no, nothing like that, sir. See, we were never introduced, even though I've seen you a time or two. Like at the ceremony Judy spoke at, when Officer Wilde got his badge." Bogo sighed, of course this had to be about Nick. Next thing Mister Hopps would demand that his daughter get a new partner who was not a fox, maybe not even a predator. But something else happened as the bunny kept talking in that jovial twang of his. "And I noticed sumthin' about you. Sumthin' that just seems like a right cryin' shame."
The buffalo gave him an incredulous look. "Mister Hopps, I have no idea what you're talking about. What 'cryin' shame' have you, a carrot farmer, noticed that nobody else has?" Bogo didn't even try to hide his growing disrespect towards the rabbit as he made airquotes with his hands and mimicked him while repeating that phrase.
"Now, don't get me wrong, you were bein' plenty surreptitious about it. Had to see it three or four times t'make sure I wasn't imaginin' things, and I'm certain that's cuz you've got plenty of experience keepin' it on the down low, as the kids say."
"I'm honestly sorry, Mister Hopps, but I'm not sure I follow."
"Well... pardon my candor, sir, but I'm figurin' you're a man so deep in the closet he's about halfway t'findin' Aslan."
"In the closet? Mister Hopps, you're treading on some VERY thin ice with such accusations against the chief of police of Zootopia." The friendly smile had been replaced by pure anger and Bogo's nostrils flared with deep huffs.
"Accusation? Is it an accusation t'say I bore witness to you givin' the ol' once over t'persons of the masculine persuasion? That I saw you gettin' an eyeful a'Gazelle's backup dancers while most folks were lookin' at her shakin' her behind?" Stu's tone had changed, too. There was an edge to his 'questions' that was practically daring Bogo to try denying it.
"It.... It's been proven that in most cases men are the perpetrators. Of course I'd be on the lookout for potential criminals while Zootopia's most famous popstar is on stage." Bogo struggled a bit but he caught himself.
"Is that so? Were you checkin' particularly for whether they were smugglin' guns in those spangly shorts o'theirs? Cuz you looked pretty intent on wantin' t'examine the contents", Stu smirked and waggled his eyebrows for effect.
Bogo shrugged. "I'll admit that it is hard to not be mesmerized by those barely PG outfits." He let out a huff. "Well, it seems you missed the entire show since you were focusing on me."
"Maybe not the whole thing... But I did enjoy watchin' you move your tush a fair bit more'n Gazelle, that's for sure." He didn't waggle his eyebrows a second time, that'd be gratuitous.
"My 'tush'?", Bogo repeated with an unsure expression on his face, then it turned into a stern look as he changed his tone, growing tired of this conversation. "Mister Hopps, I'd hate to explain to your daughter why the ZPD is filing a complaint about sexual harassment against her father."
Even with that threat dangling in the air Stu still didn't stop talking whilst grinning from ear to ear. "Course, wasn't nearly as fun as seein you'n' Clawhauser bumpin' an' grindin' when you got caught up in the moment! Hoo boy, you blushed redder'n a beet when the song ended, jumped away from him like a spooked goat!"
"I... I... uh... I had stepped onto his tail... I'm not a feline but I've been told it's very painful...", he muttered.
"Oh, I'm sure, I'm sure. Must've been misinterpreting it!" He shrugged sarcastically. "Why, eligible bachelor like you, I'm betting you're taking some nubile woman t'bed every night o'the week!"
Eligible bachelor, married to the job, to the people of Zootopia, to serving and protecting every mammal in the city. That was the line he gave the press whenever a reporter asked about his private life or even wanted to do a portrait on Zootopia's chief of police, which so far he had let himself only be talked into once. And that was already a few years ago. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I'm really not sure what you're trying to achieve here, bunny." He growled the last word like it was an insult. "My private life should be none of your concern. And if you're trying to blackmail me or something, you really shouldn't try it right in the middle of the ZPD. I'm not even sure why I haven't called security on you yet."
"Prolly cuz your security is a chubby cheetah at the front desk, whom I'm betting you'd rather have under your desk than up at the front." He spread his hands and shrugged. "Not that I kin blame ya. He's a real cutie, if'n I say so myself. I certainly wouldn't kick'im outta bed!"
Bogo was getting really angry. Talking about him was one thing, dragging his men, especially Officer Benjamin Clawhauser, into this dumb conversation was going too far. "Don't underestimate him, he still is a trained policeman. And I'm pretty sure that Officer Clawhauser would not share a bed with you, Mister Hopps."
"Oooh really? And why would you think that? Me'n him had a nice little chat while I was waitin' for you, an' we got on just fine. He's a right friendly fella. But then, you would know, I guess."
Bogo's nose had picked up a bit of Clawhauser's scent on the rabbit, but that probably was from a hug or something. Yeah, just a hug. "He does like to give hugs. And I always tell him to keep it down. So then, what was your little chat about, Mister Hopps?"
"Oh, y'know, just office gossip, questions about Judy as a kid, that kinda thing. But whoo nelly, his eyes just light up when he talks about you! I can certainly see why, though. You're a handsome hunk o'man, Officer Bogo." Stu stroked his chin and looked over Bogo's biceps, the sleeves of his uniform clinging and barely containing his thick arms.
"Handsome hunk?", Bogo breathlessly repeated. He was totally caught off-guard, so much so that he didn't even really notice that he had just been demoted by a carrot farmer. "Well, I try to keep in shape..."
"It shows! Gotta cut an intimidatin' figure and all, in your line o'work. Set a good example for all the other boys in blue." He leaned back in the chair and spread his legs, just a little. His bulge wasn't the obvious mound he'd shown Clawhauser, but he wondered if Bogo would be tempted to look regardless...
Bogo couldn't help but let his eyes wander between the rabbit's legs and was surprised at the hefty bulge he saw between those sturdy legs. Being a buffalo he knew a thing or two about big bulges and this farmer clearly had a quite impressive one.
"I gotta say though. Y'seem real stressed. Wound up tighter'n a two dollar watch. Not that I'm sayin' being tight ain't a good thing... But when was the last time a studly officer like yourself took the chance to... Open the valve and release some'a that pressure?"
"It's been a while...", Bogo said before he realized it. Might as well go along with it, it wasn't like he could talk his way out of this for much longer. "Well, Mister Hopps, I take it you're offering your services of pressure release then, hm?"
"Heh, it crossed my mind. But hey, I understand, you're a busy man with an image t'uphold..." He gave his bulge a brief adjustment and hopped off the chair. "I'll leave you to it, if'n that's what you want...", he said as he headed for the door.
"Stop right there", Bogo demanded, his voice almost a whisper but it probably still would have intimidated pretty much anyone in the ZPD. "I don't know if you're more perceptive than all the other people or just the first one brave enough to confront me... but yes, I do indeed like men. But of course a big, tough buffalo can't be gay, so sadly I live with this charade. And it seems you like men too." He paused and took a deep breath. "If any of this leaves this room..." A finger reached up to touch the tip of one of his horns.
"I'm the model of discretion, sir," the rabbit said as he turned away from the door. "I'm glad you opened up to me. I guess I tend t'have that effect on people." He walked back toward the desk with a slight swagger in his step. "So, since you took a peek at what I'm packin'... What's say you come out from behind there and do me the same courtesy?"
"You seem to be packing alright." Bogo stood up, took a few steps and presented himself to the rabbit. His tight-fitting uniform did not do a good job of hiding much of anything and the bulge in his slacks was pretty apparent.
Stu's ears perked up and he whistled through his front teeth. "Land sakes... that's an impressive baton you're carrying, Officer..." He stepped up to the big buffalo and looked up at him with a grin, before he reached up and blatantly groped Bogo's bulge.
Bogo couldn't help but grin - what guy didn't like having his size praised? Also he did like feeling Stu's paws down there, it had indeed been quite a while. "Go ahead and take it out. A farmer must be used to handling big tools."
"Don't I know it..." He fiddled with Bogo's belt and opened it up, tugging down the zipper and then Bogo's pants, revealing his obscenely bulging underwear. "God damn..."
"Seems the little rabbit likes what he sees, hm?" Bogo reached a hand down and ruffled Stu's head. "I hope it was worth the trip to Zootopia."
"That'n more... mmn... I ain't seen sumthin' this big since I was still a kid!" He massaged it through Bogo's underwear, enjoying the feel of the thin fabric over the hot meat underneath.
"A kid?", Bogo perplexedly asked between moans, clearly the rabbit knew what he was doing down there.
"Heh... I loved big boys like you when I was younger..." Stu slowly dragged down on Bogo's underwear, letting the elastic waistband drag over Bogo's length slowly, until all at once it sprung free and nearly slapped him in the face. "And I still love'm now."
Bogo let out a satisfied grunt as his buffalo meat was freed from its confinement, He clearly was a bull of a man in every sense of the word, with a huge cock and heavy, low-hanging balls to match. "I should probably not ask about the 'younger' part...", he mumbled, curiousity getting the better of him.
"Heh, why's that, officer? Ain't there a statue o'limitations or some such?", the farmer asked cheekily while he hefted the bull shaft in both hands and lightly licked at the tip.
"I got a slight suspicion that the law might not agree with what happened in your past... you have a good tongue, keep tasting me, bunny."
"Heh, then mum's the word... less y'wanna know off the record..." He wrapped his lips around the fat cockhead and moaned, working his tongue against the slit and savoring the taste while gripping the base with both hands
The big buffalo let out a soft moo as Stu took him into his muzzle. "Maybe later, right now your mouth feels pretty good where it is", he smirked and grinned down at the bunny. Stu slowly worked his way deeper, lips forming a tight seal and covering his teeth with practiced skill. He moaned through his nose and cupped Bogo's balls, one easily filling each palm.
"Damn, you've got some real skill, Hopps...", Bogo grunted as he watched more and more of his length disappear into the farmer's mouth. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it over a chair, revealing his muscular upper body. Stu looked up as he started taking the chief's cockhead into his throat, taking in the view of Bogo's fit torso, the satisfying depth of his chest.
Bogo put his hands on the rabbit's head and slowly started thrusting back and forth. "Let's see how you handle this, Hopps."
The rabbit steadied himself with his hands on Bogo's thick thighs, letting the buffalo push into his throat smoothly. His throat squeezed on the fat head, earning a few drops of precum trickling down to his stomach. Satisfied with the result and a bit overcome by lust the buffalo got even rougher and started to really fuck the farmer's head, pushing his big cock even deeper into his throat, grunting and mooing as he did so.
"Mmn... mmdlf!", Stu grunted in effort as Bogo skullfucked him, gulping in air through his nose when the buffalo pulled back before his throat was plugged up again by the huge shaft bulging visibly out of his neck.
The chief of police loved every second, he was amazed at how deep the farmer could take him and damn did it look hot whenever his cock bulged out the rabbit's neck. He knew he probably wouldn't last much longer though, so he forced himself to stop and pulled out. "You'd better strip if you want to still be wearing those clothes later, Hopps", he huffed.
"Yessir, chief Bogo sir...", he gasped breathily as he stepped fumbled off his pants, and tugged his shirt impatiently over his head, leaving him in his briefs and socks before the very erect buffalo with his own cock straining against the cotton of his briefs.
Bogo gave him an appreciative nod. "That's quite an enormous weapon you've got there, Hopps. No wonder you're such a hornball."
"Heh, it's a burden some days... always demandin' attention." He pushed off his briefs and let his own cock and hefty balls free with a satisfied sigh. "That's better..."
"I can imagine. They're a curse and a blessing", Bogo huffed, he knew the struggle all too well himself.
"So, chief... what're'ya intendin t'do with this bunny now?" He eyed the bull expectantly and stroked his shaft idly, dripping precum onto the carpet.
"I did like stuffing your throat... but maybe your tailhole is even better, hm? Deep cavity search from the chief of police?", Bogo smirked.
"Ooh, you're gonna downright rough me up, officer!" Stu grinned toothily. "Big bad buffalo like you could pick up a bunny like me without a problem, I'll bet!"
Bogo grinned, put his hands on the bunny's side and lifted him up so they were face to face. "Indeed I could. So you like bad guys, hm?"
"Ooh, I'm just a lil' bunny, sir... out here in the big city." He kept his grin and held onto the bigger male's arms. "Bad guys are what I left the burrows t'find!"
"I have a feeling that the 'lil' bunny can be a bad guy himself from time to time, but looking for baddies at the ZPD?", Bogo couldn't hold back a chuckle at the cheesiness of their little dialogue. "Do you really think you'll find any that aren't behind bars?"
"What can I say? I like a man in uniform that could snap me in half one-handed, if'n he had a mind to."
Even if the compliment was a bit crass Bogo enjoyed someone appreciating his strength, instead of just being scared by it. "Good thing I'm only planning to see how deep you can take me...", he growled and slowly let the bunny sink down until his ass touched the tip of his cock.
"Hnn..! Ooh..." Stu lifted his legs to give the buffalo better access, his spade tail wiggling. "Thats it.... just slide out right on in..."
"Bunny daddy loves being fucked, hm?", Bogo grunted as he pushed the rabbit further down, his cock prodding at his rear entrance until that tight hole yielded and was slowly spread open by the bull's girthy length.
"OohOOH...! Y-Yessiree... Oh fuck..." He grit his teeth and tried to relax his hole, wanting to feel more of Bogo's cock deeper inside him. "C'mon...I can take it, chief...!"
Bogo's strong hands pushed him down deeper and deeper, more and more of that bull cock sliding into the rabbit's body. With that tight warmth engulfing him the police chief grunted heavily and let out some moos. "Damn, Hopps, you're one tight bunny daddy."
"Mn, I aim t'please....", Stu groaned and wriggled slightly, trying to get it just a little more, just a little deeper, but feeling the limits of his body begging to assert themselves. He wasn't a young buck in a motel off the turnpike anymore, but he was determined to take this buffalo cock like one.
"You're doing a good job of that...", Bogo huffed, nostrils flaring as he started to push the rabbit up and down hard. It seemed like they had reached the limit of how deep Stu could take him but the big guy had expected that anyway. Now he was almost using the smaller male's body like a fucktoy. Stu moaned and whined like a proper slut, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as he was bounced on Bogo's cock, gripping the buffalo's arms tightly while his ass did the same on the shaft pumping in and out of it.
"Really glad I let you talk me into doing this..." With Stu bouncing on his cock he walked over to a couch and got down onto his knees and lay the bunny onto the couch before he took hold of the rabbit's body and started breeding his backside.
"Ooh, OOOH...!", Stu moaned all the louder, spreading his legs and leaning back against the couch cushions, arching his back such that Bogo's cock rubbed all the more against his sweet spot, making the rabbit's cock spurt precum onto his belly.
"Bad boy's getting close, bunny daddy...", Bogo huffed before he let out a loud moo and pumped a huge load of thick buffalo seed right into the rabbit's bowels.
Stu gasped when he felt the first hot pump of cum inside him, filling him with that intoxicating warmth, and he whined through his teeth as his own load was fucked out of him to spray across his face and chest. The buffalo grunted and mooed as spurt after spurt of his seed shot out of his cock while Stu painted himself with his own load until they both finally calmed down, panting heavily.
"Hhf... hhooihhh... that was... that was a damn good fuck, chief...", Stu panted heavily, chest and belly heaving while Bogo's load settled inside him, threatening to leak out if not for the buffalo's cock plugging it up.
"It sure was, bunny daddy. Blew a huge load yourself. Gotta admit, you're quite a hunky guy too, Hopps", Bogo grunted, still looming large over the rabbit.
"Mmmn... real glad I'm your type", he replied with a grin. "Was a little worried you might only be into twinky boys... or just guys yer own size."
"I'd be afraid I'd break twinky boys... I need someone who can take the full force of a buffalo...", Bogo explained with a chuckle and allowed himself a dirty grin.
"Heh, crossed my mind when you first pushed in, I said t myself, 'Stu, you wrote a check your bunny butt can't cash.' But damn if I'm glad I didn't chicken out! That was one'a the best lays I had since 'fore Judy was born!"
The chief of police almost blushed as he heard that. Maybe he had been denying this kind of pleasure for long enough now. "Thanks, Hopps. I guess I did need this... maybe it's time to end this charade."
"That'd sure make Clawhauser happy, I tell ya...", Stu grinned toothily and sighed contentedly.
"I thought I could smell his scent on you, seems the two of you didn't just do small talk, hm?"
The rabbit still grinned and couldn't help but chuckle, he just like telling his newest conquests about his adventures. "He was so nervous... But apparently he just can't resist a hung daddy."
"I don't think there's a lot of guys that can refuse you once you've set your mind on them. Maybe I will have a talk with him. And probably more", he smirked.
"His cheeks are real cute when he's got a cock in his mouth!"
"Especially a big bunny daddy cock. That mouth of his is always hungry anyway. And he should get something better to eat than just that sugary junkfood." Bogo pulled out of Stu's abused hole and they both moaned loudly as a flood of creamy buffalo cum followed, turning the couch into a mess.
The big bull huffed, then chuckled. He was far too relaxed, way too satisfied to be angry. Especially since he couldn't blame the bunny for coaxing such a massive load out of his underused balls. He'd have to come up with a convincing excuse for the ruined couch once the cleaning crew arrived. Until then he'd try to do something he usually wouldn't: making... puddles... of evidence disappear. Thankfully his office was soundproof and even contained a small bathroom with a shower.
They shared it and Stu ended up jerking another impressive load out of those heavy lowhangers while they cleaned each other. Eventually they dried themselves and got dressed again, with Bogo hoping nobody would suspect anything. Clawhauser surely did but that overgrown kitten wasn't a problem, now that the chief of police decided to drop his act. "Try everything" as Gazelle said.
"I have to thank you for the unannounced and unexpected visit, Mister Hopps. It seems you were indeed able to help me out."
"You know us country-folk, always bein' neighbourly", Stu smirked with another of his by now almost trademark eyebrow waggles. "Now go'n make that kitten happy", the farmer said as he left, not even waiting for a reply. As he passed by the front desk he gave Clawhauser a nod, a thumbs-up and a wink before he waved goodbye and left the building. The cheetah dropped the half-eaten donut he had been holding in a big paw as he blushed beet-red and his mouth formed an O.