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Lunch with the Mayor	By : Keltiel Category: -Misc Cartoons > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2734 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Zootopia, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Lunch with the Mayor
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Author’s Note – This story takes place before the events of the movie.
City Hall was bustling as usual as Chief Bogo stepped through the doors with takeout boxes in hoof. Mostly tiny mammals scuttled around busily as he purposefully walked past them, his signature scowl keeping the majority of them far out of his way. They worked well here in the desk jobs of politicians and bureaucrats, but it didn’t make them any less annoying; they always seemed to be inconveniently under foot.
“Ah! Chief Bogo.” Bellwether’s voice rang out enthusiastically, and he felt a sigh coming on, his shoulders dropping as he rolled his eyes. He visited every day. She greeted him every day. He was beginning to feel as if it was unnecessary. The diminutive sheep waved at him cheerfully as she left the mayor’s office with a stack of folders. He snorted at her.
“Back for lunch again, I see.” She chuckled nervously and leaned up towards him, her green eyes darting to the mayor’s office door. “I don’t know if right now’s the best time,” she murmured. “Between you and me, he’d been kind of grouchy today.”
“Thank you, Ms. Bellwether, but I’m sure I know how to handle him.”
“O-Kay, I guess your lunches do usually cheer him up,” she said uncertainly but left him to hurry towards her own ‘office’. His nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath. He couldn’t begin to fathom how Lionheart could stand the little sheep; he certainly wouldn’t be able to. He pushed open the door to the office and heard the lion within sigh in frustration.
“Smellwether, I thought I gave you enough work to—Bogo!” Lionheart went from an annoyed glower to his wide, personable grin within half a second. “Is it lunch already?”
“It’s 12:05,” he informed him stoically as he closed the door and twisted the deadbolt. “Just like every day.” A smile finally cracked on his snout as he approached the mayor’s desk, placing the takeout boxes atop a side console on the way.
“You would not believe how stressful today has been,” Lionheart huffed as he walked to the front of his desk, his paws loosening his tie.
“I’m sure,” Bogo snorted. Lionheart had no room to complain to him about stressful days, both of their jobs were demanding, but he wasn’t in the mood to fight. Their lunches were about mutual relaxation; it wouldn’t do to ruin it with a confrontation. He stepped up to the lion and firmly cupped his groin, squeezing the already stiffening cock he found trapped within Lionheart’s pants.
“You’ve been waiting for this.” He smirked as he rubbed his snout against Lionheart’s ear, eliciting a pleased growl. “So have I,” he whispered smugly and pressed his hips against the lion, grinding his thick erection into Lionheart’s thigh.
Lionheart growled deeply and bit at his jaw, a gesture both aggressive and instinctual. Bogo snorted at the lion and pushed his face away before he turned him around, forcing him to bend over the desk. Their relationship wasn’t one of love, or truly even one of lust: it was one of convenience. They needed each other, the one hour out of the day where they could truly let go and abandon all of the formalities and responsibilities.
Bogo swiftly undid the button and fly on the mayor’s pants before he hooked his dewclaws into the waistband and unceremoniously yanked down both his pants and underclothing. Red boxers, boring. He rested back on his haunches and stroked the lion’s tail before he brought a hoof directly above it, scratching firmly just above the base and smirking as Lionheart raised his ass in the air, his tail lifting and a throaty growl leaving him.
“You still don’t keep lube in here, do you?” The buffalo asked as he reached between Lionheart’s legs, pulling his balls and swollen cock backwards between his thighs as he stroked the firm flesh.
“Of course not,” Lionheart growled at him, “could you imagine the scandal if somebody found it?” Bogo rolled his eyes. Who would possibly be rooting around through his desk? Bellwether? He leaned forward and gave the lion’s tail hole a lick, smirking as he watched a shiver go through his entire body.
“I think you just like my tongue.” He gave a more insistent lick to the pink pucker, earning a low groan and a spurt of precum on his palm. He jerked Lionheart’s cock slowly as he intently coated his hole with saliva, dipping his tongue in just barely and lowed at the gasp he elicited.
He unbuckled his belt as he stood, and opened his fly to pull out his stiff erection. He wasn’t as thick as the lion, but he was certainly longer, and right at the head was a ‘Prince Aardvark’, a captive bead piercing through his urethra. He groaned as he gave himself a firm stroke, spreading both his and Lionheart’s precum over the shaft.
Lionheart was watching him from over his shoulder. He smirked at him and stepped forward, rubbing the head of his cock and the bead of his piercing against the lion’s waiting pucker. The lion growled at him and gripped the desk harder, pressing back against him impatiently. Bogo sheathed himself in one quick thrust, drawing a harsh gasp from Lionheart as his hips met his backside.
“That piercing always surprises me,” Lionheart panted, leaning forward even more to rest his chest on the desk, creating an easier thrusting angle. Bogo chuckled at him and rocked his hips for a moment before gripping the lion’s hips and starting a fervent pace. It always sent a thrill down his spine to see the large apex predator beneath him, prone and passive to one who was historically a bitter rival. It was like vindication for his entire species.
He leaned over the lion’s broad frame and gave a particularly hard thrust, reveling in the soft roar it elicited. He buried both hooves in Lionheart’s mane, gripping the thick fur tightly as he pumped his long cock in and out at a brutal tempo. He knew Lionheart liked it rough, the groans and roars that tumbled from his lips only confirmed it for him. He shifted his hips and earned a particularly vehement roar, one that sent shudders through his whole body.
“Don’t you dare stop, Bogo,” Lionheart growled thickly at him, shoving himself back and forth on Bogo’s cock. The buffalo lowed, every thrust moving the jewelry within his piercing. He was getting close; he could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm approached.
He wasn’t going to let Lionheart win this one though. He gripped the lion’s mane more roughly in one hoof as his other snuck its way between his legs, freeing the mayor’s cock from between his thighs to stroke it ardently. It only took the one touch for Lionheart to let out a low roar, his cock jerking as he shot cum all over the front of his desk and Bogo’s hoof.
Bogo grunted as he felt Lionheart’s pucker clench him tightly, and he gave only a few more deep thrusts before he stiffened, grinding his hips flush against the lion’s ass as he came hard within him. He puffed as he slowly withdrew, the head popping out and twitching, the last drops of his cum spurting on Lionheart’s cheeks.
It was silent as Bogo wiped up their mess with the tissues from the desk, ensuring that the office was presentable before tossing them in the small wire trashcan. They redressed, spritzed with scent-be-gone, and Bogo brought over their takeout; a vegetable curry for himself, and a burrito made of some kind of bird for the mayor. It was a quiet lunch.
“Bogo.” Lionheart nodded to Bogo as the buffalo stood up, the lion’s posture much more relaxed than before the visit.
“Mayor.” He nodded back curtly and tossed his takeout box into the trash, covering up the evidence of the true reason for their meetings before he left.
“Oh, Chief Bogo!” Bellwether called out cheerily from a few yards away, hustling towards him. He sighed heavily but looked down at her. “I hope your lunch was fun,” she said with a seemingly knowing look. He furrowed his brows at her, his previously placid expression turning into a scowl.
“What? You think I didn’t know?” She chuckled. “Who do you think always takes out the trash?” He inhaled deeply and straightened up, his eyes wide in mortified realization.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ms. Bellwether, but I should be going.” He cleared his throat and stalked off, trying to save some face.
“O-Kay,” she sing-songed, “I’ll see you again tomorrow, I know he looks forward to it!”
Author's Note - A PSA in the interest of safer sex and piercing care:
If you have a genital piercing, be sure to follow your piercer's advice exactly and be sure to use a condom for any kind of penetrative sex while your piercing is still healing. Chief Bogo has had his for quite a number of years, so as long as he washes up and urinates afterwards, he should be fine. This has been your health tip for today, thank you for reading.
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