Stu knew he was supposed to be taking in the sights of Zootopia. Gawking at all the tall buildings like the hayseed he supposedly was. Instead his eyes roamed over the many mammals that filled the streets, particularly those of the masculine persuasion. It'd been years since he'd been in the city, back when his uncle would steal him away for surreptitious trips to motels on the edge of the cities' districts. But he still enjoyed letting his eyes roam and his mind wander, filled with thoughts of what passing males looked like under their clothes, and what noises they'd make in bed.
He adjusted himself under his overalls a bit as he entered the ZPD station.

Clawhauser sat at his desk, munching on a donut as usual and busied himself with playing some games on his tablet. It had been quiet recently so there really wasn't much for him to do at the ZPD's front desk.

"Hey there!" Stu called from the other side of the desk. He could just barely see the cheetah, but he was already having dirty thoughts about what those chubby cheeks would look like sucking a cock.

"Hm?" The big cat had to lean over the desk a bit to see the rabbit. "Oh, there you are. What can I do for you, sir?"

"Well, I can think of a few things... But fer right now, can y'just point me in the direction of where Chief Bogo parks his behind? I'm making to have words with him."

Clawhauser blushed a bit at that first remark but caught himself. "Uh, sir... you realize that Chief Bogo is usually pretty busy. And..." He changed into a whisper. "He is a nice guy but he can be a bit angry... and he already threatened to transfer me to the archive..."

"I know what I'm about, son. I didn't come here all the way from the burrows just t'be stopped cuz the big bad buffalo makes yer tailhole pucker!" He spoke jovially, but that was more than enough to get a few heads to turn and stare at the country-grown bunny talking about tailholes.

The big cheetah blushed beet red and let out a startled yip. "Sir... I must ask you not to speak about me... or Chief Bogo like this... especially not at the front desk..."

"Then I guess I should be in Bogo's office, huh? Otherwise I'm just gonna be out here, runnin' my mouth..." He held his thumbs in his overall straps and smirked. "So how's about you give an out-of-towner some directions? I'd hate to have to tell officer Hopps her pappy was turned away when he came around!"

Clawhauser's eyes went wide as he heard that. "W-wait. You're... Judy's dad? I'm so sorry! I didn't know! She's such a good friend of mine... and here I go about mistreating her dad... oh my..."

"Hey hey hey, no harm done! I didn't wanna have ta bring it up, but I really need t'talk to Bogo... without Judy knowin 'bout it, understand?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, Mister Hopps, but I'm not sure if I do understand..."

"This here's a personal matter between me'n Bogo, and Judy ain't involved in it. So ain't no reason to go mentionin' it to her and gettin her thinkin' I'm somehow goin' behind her back or nothin'."

The cheetah nodded. "OK, Mister Hopps. I'm not sure I like it but you seem to be a good guy. Give me a minute." 

"Clawhauser...", a clearly annoyed Bogo growled.

"Uh... Chief Bogo, sir... I know you're busy, but Mister Hopps, Judy's father, is here", a clearly nervous and intimidated Clawhauser tried to explain the situation to him, his voice reduced to almost a squeak. "And he would like to speak to you."

"Judy's father?", the buffalo said, anger suddenly making way for curiousity, then concern. "Here in Zootopia? Did something happen?" Despite his gruffness he did indeed cared about his colleagues, even if he usually chose not to actually show it.

"Uh... I don't think so", the chubby officer replied as Stu gave him another beaming smile. "But he wouldn't tell me. He insisted on speaking with you though, maybe he is concerned about Judy?"

"Probably because of her being partnered with a fox. Not that I blame him." Bogo sighed. He wasn't really pleased but since Judy had turned into a figurehead for the ZPD he eventually agreed. He couldn't deny the father of one of his best officers. "Alright, Clawhauser. I still have about... 90 minutes of paperwork to prepare. Then I will meet him."

"90 minutes?", the big cat gasped. "Sir..."

"I am not repeating myself. And if you don't hang up this instant it might even be 2 hours. I am REALLY busy." Even though he could no see it, Clawhauser could clearly hear the smug grin on the buffalo's face and the mischievous glimmer in his eyes. This was one of Bogo's favourite and infamous tactics of breaking suspects during interrogations. Just letting them wait and wait and wait.

"Understood, Chief Bogo."

"Good", the buffalo huffed and hung up.

"I did my best, Mister Hopps. But it'll still be about 90 minutes until he's through with his appointments..." The chubby cop looked genuinely sorry for not having better news.

"Hmm. 90 minutes. I guess I've done worse in less time than waitin' for a police chief." He grinned up at Clawhauser. "Perhaps you'n'I can shoot the breeze while I'm waitin'. Doesn't look like you're particularly bogged down with police work t'do."

Clawhauser fidgeted with his collar that suddenly felt a bit too tight. "Shoot the breeze?"

"Sure. You're such good friends with Judy, I bet you'n me'll get on like a house on fire!"

"Uh... I guess I could get Higgins to fill in for a while." After another phone call a hippo officer came over and Clawhauser explained to him that he would show the ZPD to Judy's dad. "So, Mister Hopps, anything you wanna see or do?"

"Well, where'd you go in this station when y' want a quiet conversation? Somewhere intimate and private like." He spared a moment to size up the hippo officer and fantasize a moment, but then turned his attention back to the rotund cheetah.

Clawhauser blushed a bit as he could clearly see Stu checking out the substantial bulge in Higgins's uniform pants. "Uhm... I guess we could go to the common room. Most of the officers are out on patrol duty..."

"Heh, alright. Lead on then, Spotty!" The bounce in his step was a little stereotypical, but that hardly stopped him.

"Spotty?" Clawhauser was taken aback somewhat but chuckled and led the rabbit to the common room.

Stu looked around appraisingly and whistled lightly through his teeth as they entered the room, that did indeed prove to be deserted. "Nice place, but ain't exactly any rabbit sized chairs, are there?"

"Sorry, Mister Hopps. But until Judy and Nick joined up the smallest officers we had were timber wolves."

"Aww, that's alright. But hey, I might need to sit in your lap t'see over the table!" He gave a crooked smirk to the cheetah.

"Uh..." The big cheetah gulped. "I guess we could do that..."

"Heh, what's the matter? You're blushin' worse'n a baker I know!"

"A baker? Oh, you mean Gideon Grey! I only know his name but Judy sometimes brings me pastries and pies when she visits Bunnyburrow! So much better than most stuff you get here in town!" The cheetah's eyes lit up as he talked about sweets.

"Heh, y like his sweets, huh? He's certainly talented!" He hopped up onto a chair and situated himself to see Clawhauser over the table. "I gotta say though, I like his buns best!"

"B-buns... Mister Hopps... I don't mean to be rude... but I've seen you check out Higgins.... and... me... but you're Judy's dad..."

"Oooh, noticed that, didja? What of it? Ain't I allowed to appreciate the figure of a man in uniform?"

"It was more like you were stripping the uniforms right off of Higgins... and me..."

The rabbit's grin split his face. "Ain't never had an old rabbit appreciate your figure, officer?"

Clawhauser shook his head, once again blushing but clearly liking the attention. "No sir... and you're... you can't be that old, Mister Hopps."

"Old enough t'have my lil girl on the force. N' old enough t'have a wife who's plum tuckered a'bein pregnant." He cocked his head slightly, accentuated by the line of his perked ears. "N' plenty old enough t'wonder if those spots a'yers go all the way down under that uniform."

"What if somebody finds us?", Clawhauser whispered. "I mean... I could lock the room... but that would be a violation of at least 20 rules... I don't wanna get into trouble..." He took a deep breath, got up and locked the room.

"Hoo hoo! That's the spirit, boy!", Stu hollered loud enough to make Clawhauser cringe. "Y'gonna frisk me, officer?" He hopped up and sat on the edge of the table and spread his legs, making the bulge down one pant leg plenty apparent. "Cuz I swear I got a permit for my concealed weapon..." he was having WAY too much fun, but that's what he came here for. The idea that his little girl was potentially just one door away from finding her dad in a compromising position with a cute cheetah boy just made it all seem that much more dangerous.

The big cheetah licked his lips as he saw that enormous bulge. "While I believe you, sir, I'm afraid I'll still have to get a really close look just to make sure everything is ok." He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing that those spots did indeed cover the entirety of his pudgy, fuzzy body. Then he got unto his knees and proved that his thick fingers weren't as clumsy as one might think and in no time Stu was relieved of his pants and his underwear. "Woah, Mister Hopps..."

"Heh... what's the matter? Surprised a little bunny can be packin this kinda heat?" His shaft bobbed slightly as a glistening bead of precum formed on the tip.

"You're ginormous!" Once again the cat licked his lips. "And I love hung daddies." He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around that fat, throbbing length, eagerly swallowing that musky piece of bunny meat.

"Oooh! Oooh yeah..." he laid an encouraging hand on the cheetah's head and scratched lightly. "I just knew you were a good lil cock slut, moment I laid eyes on ya...", he groaned as his cock throbbed against Clawhauser's tongue.

The chubby cop smiled and began to purr, sending vibrations through Stu's cock as he took it balls deep, deepthroating that fat shaft and letting his raspy tongue run all along its veiny length. One paw reached down to cup the bunny's hefty lowhangers while another one slid under his shirt and over his fuzzy chest to play with Stu's nipples.

"Nnnn!! ...Damn... Such a good boy!" He took Clawhauser's head in both hands and started to rock his hips slightly, pumping his shaft in and out past the cheetah's lips. His cock spurted pre right onto Clawhauser's tongue, now leaking steadily.

The hungry cheeetah was in heaven. Sucking Judy's dad... oh my... but who knew that her dad was such a horny stud... and so strong too, obviously farm work kept him really fit. He eagerly gulped down the pre and pretty much surrendered himself to the older male.

The table creaked as Stu fucked Clawhauser's mouth, making short, sharp thrusts that jabbed the back of the feline's throat. "Mmn... yeah... yeah, you like this, don't you? Gettin' skullfucked by an older man...", the rabbit growled, his balls beginning to tighten.

Clawhauser moaned even louder as that daddy rabbit used his head like a fucktoy, rough and hard, just how he liked his daddies. He looked up, practically begging with his eyes to be fed a big load.

"Heh, such a good little boy... bein' good for daddy... mmmn, love seein' those chubby cheeks bounce!" He held Clawhauser's head tighter against his groin, burying the cheetah's nose in his pubic fuzz with each thrust, while his cock just poured precum that the big cat drank readily. "Gonna give you a treat... for pleasing daddy!" He hissed and grit his teeth, hips a blur, as his orgasm broke and he shot strong, hot jets of cum that splattered against Clawhauser's throat.

With that musky scent filling his nose the chubby cheetah drank down the rabbit's creamy seed, savouring the manly flavour of the thick liquid as it filled his mouth, those huge balls pumping out a massive load.

Stu groaned through his teeth as he petered out, giving one last spurt onto the cheetah's tongue before he exhaled loudly and relaxed. "Mmmn... fuck, you're a good cock sucker, Spots!"

Clawhauser swallowed the last remainders of Stu's cum and licked his lips, his face a mess of drool and some escaped seed. He licked the fat cock clean, still purring. "Thanks, Mister Hopps, you're a really good daddy."

"Heh, and you're a damn good boy. Hhff..." He leaned back on the table and idly scratched Clawhauser's ears. "Bet the chief loooves having you around..."

"Well, I always had this secret hope that he would see me as more than just a colleague... so, could you promise me that you won't break his spirit? I... I kinda like him the way he is... gruff and angry and everything...", Clawhauser admitted shyly.

The rabbit looked at him surprised, then grinned as he had to acknowledge that the clumsy cat wasn't as oblivious as it might have seemed and had even figured out his plan. "Heh, I ain't lookin' to break anybody's spirit. His inhibitions, maybe... Heh, can y'see his face if I tell him you ate my load in the break room of his station?"

"Mister Hopps! You can't do that, he'll fire me... I'm still on the clock... and I'm sure Higgins had other stuff to do as well... he's very strict about the regulations... though I guess he has to be..."

"Oooh, don't you worry nothin', Spots, I'm just teasin'. Now come on, pack me up before we get lookie-loos wonderin' where you've been."

The big cat nodded and let out a sigh of relief. He handed the clothes back to Mister Hopps, grabbed his own shirt and they both got dressed. He cleaned his face at the sink and tried to make himself look like nothing had happened. He unlocked the door and they walked back to the front desk.

"You two done with your tour? Took long enough", Higgins said as they returned.

"Sorry there, officer, this boy just couldn't keep his mouth shut! But I'm plenty satisfied with my tour." The grin Stu wore was smug and cocky.

Higgins sniffed the air, a bit of musk catching his nose as he looked at the grinning rabbit. Obviously his deodorant was failing but the hippo wouldn't judge just because someone smelled a bit musky.  "I'm glad you did. If you still have any other questions you can ask me too, Mister Hopps. Here's my card."

The rabbit's eyebrows raised as he took the card. "Heh, well don't mind if I take you up on that sometime, Officer Higgins!"

"Judy's been a real asset to the ZPD, I'll always try to help her and her family in the best way I can. Have a good day, Mister Hopps." The hippo shook the bunny's hand and left. "You owe me one, Clawhauser."

"I know, Higgins", the cat muttered.

"Heh... I can think of one way you can pay him back...", Stu muttered under his breath to Clawhauser.

"He's married and has kids...", Clawhauser whispered. "But then again... it's not like that's stopping you either...", he let out a slight chuckle.

"Hey, some of the best lays I've had have been married men with kids... Sometimes married men WITH their kids."

Clawhauser went pale and a look of shock froze his face. Then he blushed. "Mister Hopps... I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

"Heh, why not? Would y'be too scandalized as an officer of the law if I told you how old I was when my uncle popped my cherry?" His grin was practically sinister now. He liked making the chubby cheetah squirm, apparently.

The chubby policeman gulped. "Your uncle... woah... how old... were you?"

"Well... I could put it this way... My shoe size at the time was 12. And I was still a year shy of meeting that, first time he took me to his shed..."

Clawhauser's jaw almost hit the floor, his mouth wide open as he stared in a mix between shock and arousal. "This conversation soooo did NOT happen..."

"Aww, c'mon now! I bet you were already cravin' somethin' long and hard in your mouth at that age, lookin' at the other boys in gym class..."

"I was 15... a cute panther who went to the same school as me..."

"Oooh, a bit late, but you got there...", he still spoke softly, almost under his breath, standing next to Clawhauser's chair behind the desk. "Bet he loved your chubby cheeks."

The policeman nodded, almost proudly so. "He did. I'm sure you will too, next time you stop by, Mister Hopps."

"Heh, I don't doubt it... maybe I'll try the cheeks on the other end, next time." He was adequately concealed behind the desk as he gave Clawhauser's rump a pinch through his uniform pants.

The cheetah yipped a bit. "Mister Hopps, not at the front desk", he mockingly complained.

"Heh, what, you gonna arrest me for public indecency?", he smirked up at the cheetah.

"Something tells me you'd like being in handcuffs", the big cat smirked back.

"Heh, well, we'll see how my chat with Bogo goes..."

"Yeah... 'chat'...", Clawhauser muttered. "Cya, Mister Hopps."

"Maybe I'll ask Bogo to call you in, if he's feeling generous!"

The cheetah put a paw over his mouth, then as he calmed down he took a deep breath. "Mister Hopps... I'd rather just have him for myself... if it ever gets that far... just be mindful of those horns, he can be more vicious than most predators I know."

"I'll keep that in mind, son...thanks for primin' my pump."

"You're welcome, daddy", Clawhauser whispered and winked.