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A sigh, a whisper, a whimper.

The Rhino's erect dick pushed deeper within the folds, prying apart the tight lips with no resistance whatsoever. The orifice was moist, prepared, ready... Everything was made to embrace McHorn's cock.

Despite the slight tremor followed by the closing walls, the silky touch stole a gruff exhalation from him. Another squeeze and the massive and hoary rhinoceros moaned... Yet, he plunged deeper without waiting for any approval, not that He minded.

"How fast?" he asked, curt. The tangle of legs kept him inside while they were doing it right on the desk, thrashing the otherwise neat and proper office. Papers had been pushed aside, pencils thrown on the floor... And the whole room reeked of need.

"As long as we want," answered the Cape Buffalo. He strained his back, arched it to reach for the big Rhino, and led him into a kiss. Their lips met, their tongue danced, and their saliva mixed. As usual, there was a hint of coffee and sugar in McHorn's breath. But it didn't stop the embrace while they huffed and grunted.

It didn't stop the Rhino's hands from lifting the thighs and prying them apart before yanking them closer until they were both in a precarious balance. McHorn, holding on, and Bogo keeping a hand on the desk to steady his body.

Nevertheless, their groins and needs were joined at that moment. Bogo could feel it full well as the throbbing, pulsating, needy length poked his cunt with a delightful flair. He had been in heat all week without any occasion to blow off some steam. His legs had been aching, his labia swollen and puffed out until his pace had to be minded lest he chafed them.

But it was fine now he had them spread apart, forced by the Rhinoceros enormous dick... How could his officer pack something that massive in his pants? The bulbous end, the cut foreskin, the natural base... All these and the pendulous nuts had no explanation for their discreet presence.

Or for that enormous dick to fully sheath within Bogo.

But both occurrences happened, leaving Bogo speechless and breathless, if not for another kiss. McHorn always took him slowly, compared to Grizzoli and Andersen. Compared to the Rhino, the Wolf and Bear were two monstrous beasts of endurance and thirst, leaving him sore and exhausted. McHorn? The gray-skinned Rhinoceros was a big softy despite his cold demeanor, and he always loved to graze Bogo's swollen nipples all over his belly whenever the heat struck him.

"Huff... You're all in... It's fin-," breathed Bogo, taking a long breath to adjust to the long shaft deeply inserted within him. But he stopped, froze, and clenched his thighs when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Fuck!" he grumbled, stretching to get the pants that were just a few centimeters away from his hand while in a precarious balance.

"Should I-"

"Quiet," asked Bogo, glancing at the lit screen. There was a picture of Clawhauser, the chubby Cheetah and de facto receptionist for the ZPD, and the words "Husband (Cuck)". He looked at it, surprised. But then answered.

"Claws?" he asked, trying to shush the Rhino who chuckled and even gave Bogo a tiny nudge. Enough to make the Buffalo clench his teeth.

"Bogo? I'm not interrupting any official meeting?" asked the soft-spoken Cheetah.

"No, no. Nothing with the Mayor or something... Wh-" asked the buffalo, suddenly exhaling when McHorn gave him another thrust and rammed the whole length within the Buffalo's plump vulva. "What's happening, Claws? Something bad with the oven?"

"Oh! Nothing like that! I called you to remind you the Tams invited us to eat with them tonight; you didn't forget, right?"

Right away, Bogo groaned and leaned back on the Desk while huffing. He clenched his thighs around McHorn and tried to calm his breath... But it came out as a sudden huff, especially when the Rhino gave him another gut punch by hitting the deepest point of that cunt.

"You forgot? That's alright; I warned them you may be missing out," answered the Cheetah softly.

"No, no. I'll be there. We'll have two..." began Bogo, letting the vowel hang as he watched McHorn's focused expression and frowned brows. He was only beginning, and his thrusts were picking up in pace, enough to rock Bogo's body. "Three rounds. That's good?"

"Sure! ... Can I watch?"

Bogo chuckled at the request, his thighs clenching in tandem with the hips hitting his swollen clitoris, stopping the Rhino from pulling out. Despite being a softy, the Rhino tended to pull out too much and not give the Buffalo's labia enough attention or pressure.

He kept him close and exhaled, stretching his arms to check the call settings. And... with a push, the Buffalo saw his hubby. The plump Cheetah bore that ashamed smile, nervous, without any hint of his uniform on him... Or any clothes. On the screen's corner, Bogo saw his own face: the sweat-caked fur, the half-closed eyes, the saliva dripping from his mouth.

"Hey, hubby," Bogo said with a smile, activating the speakers before he turned the phone to face McHorn, who had opened his eyes to glance at the camera.

"Hey Cuck! How's it going?" said the Rhino, rummaging the Buffalo's vulva with no ounce of tenderness.

The spit from McHorn, as well as the sweet gloop, spewed at each thrust, utterly coating the Chief of Zootopia Police Department's thighs and caking that gray fur. Precum had even been added to it, replacing the feminine scent with the one of a rutting male.

"Hey McHorn. Pretty good!" answered Clawhauser, panting along and excited. "Fuck him good, right?"

"Better than you? You bet!" boasted the older Rhino while Bogo turned the phone and pointed the front camera between his thighs so Clawhauser could see the details.

"Hhh... Don't worry. You'll clean it up, Claws," moaned the Buffalo as an orgasm wrought his body, making his lips and cunt clench. He felt the moisture from his squirt hit his legs and belly while the Rhino kept pushing and rutting, his testicles smacked Bogo's ass.

"I don't know... How you started this," commented the officer, speaking through gasps and huffs. He was slowly reaching his orgasm, his peak, while Bogo rode the wave of pleasure. The buffalo foretasted the sensation of that cum sinking in his cunt, spreading its warmth... perhaps even managing to impregnate him.

"It works for us. It's not like his tiny dicklet can please me," replied the Buffalo with a false scornful tone. He knew how his little Cheetah liked to be teased that way. And the huffs coming from the speakers were pretty telling that he was masturbating.

If given the opportunity, his loving Cuck watched and masturbated but never touched Bogo's cunt. Only the biggest men were allowed to... At best, he could use a strap-on and fuck his asshole.

But the cunt? Hoh, it clenched, dripped, and was used solely by the biggest men of the service.

"Hhh... He's stretching you good," mumbled Clawhauser, his voice distorted by all the groans and moans... Or perhaps that was Bogo who could barely hear it.

What else could he focus on as the Rhino took his sweet time to fuck his brains out, picking up the pace but not the intensity. It left Bogo wracked by constant orgasms, one after another, and turning his thighs sore.

"Yeah... Don't worry; he's a size queen. There's room for more men," snorted the Rhino, leaning forward to kiss Bogo's belly. He even licked one of the protruding nipples while ignoring the appearing and disappearing bulge that formed under the Buffalo's skin.

He kissed it, grumbled to himself... Before, Bogo was forced to unclench his thighs and lift them by his current lover.

"Hhh. He's going in, Claws," commented the Cape Buffalo, his voice breaking.

McHorn slowed down, but it was only to grip Bogo higher, just above the knees, before he went inside and rutted. Soon, the only sound Clawhauser could hear was the Rhino's testicles smacking that ass, the labia clenching and sucking on the enormous shaft, and the men's breaths.

A sound that grew in crescendo as McHorn continued to rev up, his enraptured breath telling everything Bogo needed to know.

The Cape Buffalo threw his head back, biting his lips as he tried to clench his adductor to increase the pleasure for his lover. He tried his best, tried not to drop his phone on their joined groins. And... The Rhino trumpeted. McHorn lifted his head and stopped right inside, only giving a few hip movements while burning hot cum poured within the Chief's plump vulva.

A shiver invaded Bogo's body while he huffed and moaned, too. He could feel the tremor from the Rhino's orgasm against his lips, enjoy the sensation of the clenching groin spewing all that fertile cum right within his cunt.

He heard Clawhauser's weak cry of delight, too.

The tiny-dicked Cheetah had enjoyed his moments, too, despite the restrain Bogo had done on the insults this time. Perhaps... Next time, he would do more. But for today, this was enough. Bogo brought his phone closer to his face, the screen right in front of his exhausted traits, and grinned.

"See, I'm in good hands," he mumbled, watching his Feline husband's distraught face; that orgasm must have been good for Claws, too. "I'll be there for the Tams."

"See ya, love," answered the Cheetah.

"So... Round two, Chief?" asked the Rhino, making the Buffalo glance at his subordinate before setting his phone aside. He didn't cut the call so Clawhauser could peep at their conversation.

Especially as the Buffalo gripped the Desk's corner with his arms and gratified McHorn a smile: "Yeah! Let's do it."

"Let's put a kid inside that tight cunt, then!" continued McHorn, glancing at the phone when it squeaked loudly. Yep, Claws could take a second round, too.