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Traffic Stop
by George Glass
Summary: Most days, Officer Judy Hopps is a consummate professional who would never let her rabbit mating instincts interfere with her work. But this is not most days.
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It was a fairly typical shift for Zootopia Police Department officers Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde. They’d been assigned to nighttime traffic duty, so at the moment, their patrol car was parked on a side street as the rabbit and fox watched for anyone committing a moving violation as they came down the residential area’s main avenue.
During the dull hours of waiting for law-breakers to appear, the two officers usually chatted nonstop—not least because, almost since the beginning of their partnership, they had been carrying on a secret affair. It had started as a friends-with-benefits relationship, because they were both more libidinous people than they generally let on and needed someone with whom to blow off steam. But an emotional component had developed, as well.
“Why so quiet tonight, Carrots?” Nick asked.
Judy, who had been looking out the windshield, turned her head to look at Nick. The look on her face was one he’d seen before, and it excited him.
This is about to be an interesting night, he thought.
“Nick,” Judy said, her violet eyes big, “I want it. I need it.”
Nick knew what that meant. Girl-rabbits didn’t go into heat like the females of some species, but as he’d learned from Judy, their libido was prone to substantial spikes. Sometimes it happened in response to something arousing that they saw or heard or smelled, but other times it seemed random.
Judy didn’t have random spikes very often, but she was clearly having one now. Her pupils were dilated, and the insides of her long ears were tinged with a dark-pink flush.
“My, my, you sure do,” Nick said with a naughty smile. “Well, let’s see who comes along.”
Sure enough, minutes later, a big yellow convertible came whizzing by. Judy didn’t need her radar gun to know that it was exceeding the speed limit, so she hit the light and siren and pursued the car down the street until it pulled over at a side street. At this early-morning hour, the street was deserted.
Nick, in the patrol car’s passenger’s seat, ran the car’s plates and pulled up its registration. The owner was a man named Joseph Carabao, but Nick didn’t have to look at the rest of the information on the screen to know what species he was. His gray-black skin and tall, curved horns, which probably explained why he’d chosen to drive a car with no roof, made it clear that he was an Asian water buffalo.
“Oh yeah,” Judy said, a naughty smile spreading across her face. “This guy’s the one.”
“I don’t know, Carrots,” Nick replied slyly. “He’s an awfully big fella. You sure you can handle him?”
Judy winked at Nick and replied, “I’m sure I’m going to have fun trying.”
Judy straightened her hat, then got out of the car and closed the door behind her. Nick sank beneath the level of the dashboard, disappearing from view. He didn’t need to be able to see out the windshield; the patrol car’s dashcam was set to come on automatically during a traffic stop, put itself in low-light mode to compensate for the dimness outside, and record everything. Nick could watch its feed on his ZPD-issue laptop.
When she approached the convertible, Judy kept a bit of distance between herself and the driver’s side door. Even sitting down, the driver was considerably taller than Judy, and she wanted him to see more than just a pair of rabbit-ears sticking up above the window line.
“Good evening, sir,” she said. “License and registration please.”
“Uh, okay,” the big man said, producing his driver’s license from his wallet and then reaching into the glove box to retrieve the registration.
Judy came up to the car door, hopped up to window level, grabbed the documents, and glanced over them, confirming the man’s name and that he was the owner of the vehicle. Then she said, “Do you know how fast you were going, Mr. Carabao?”
The man’s little finger twitched anxiously on the steering wheel. “Um, thirty-five, maybe?”
“Forty-two,” Judy replied. “In a thirty zone. Step out of the car, please.”
As the man opened the car door, Judy unzipped her vest about halfway down. But most of her body was still below the window line, so the big water buffalo couldn’t see what she was doing.
The driver got out of the car and stood up. Looking up, Judy could see some of the details of the man’s broad, muscular chest through his blue polo shirt.
The substantial difference in their heights put Judy at eye level with the crotch of the man’s khakis. Even though he was presumably flaccid, there was a pretty nice bulge there.
One good view deserves another, Judy thought.
Mr. Carabao was now in a position to see all of Judy, including the gray-furred cleavage she had just revealed. She leaned forward just a little to enable the man to see as far as possible down her top. Then, just to make sure he was looking in the right place, she ran her hands down over her chest, her palms and fingers following the gentle curves of her small tits.
Her tone now decidedly less professional and more coquettish, Judy said, “Follow me, please.”
Judy walked to the back of the car. She raised her hand to stop the man when he reached the vehicle’s back corner; then, with a few steps, she put herself between him and the side of the trunk.
Nick grinned; the dashcam had a perfect side view of the action. And his grin only got wider when he saw Judy shamelessly ogle the big man’s crotch-bulge, which seemed a bit bulgier now.
She took off her hat and tossed it away with the artfulness of a stripper. Then she looked straight at the man’s bulging crotch and asked, “Are you carrying a concealed weapon, sir?”
The big buffalo looked down at her, and for the first time, he smiled.
“You could call it that,” he said.
Her purple eyes big with excitement, Judy looked up at the man and said, “I’m going to need to search you, sir.”
Judy laid her hand on the man’s knee. Slowly, she slid that hand up the front of his thigh. She could hear him breathing harder, even before her hand moved onto that bulge, which was growing larger by the second.
In moments, he was hard enough that his cock went sideways in his pants, being too big now to stick straight out. Judy could actually put her hand partway around his shaft where it protruded through the fabric of his khakis.
“I’m going to need to check this, sir,” Judy said. “Please remove it from your pants.”
The man unzipped his fly. Judy bit her lip in anticipation, staring at that lowering zipper until it was all the way down. But this was not enough to release the beast inside the man’s pants; only when he pushed his khakis and briefs down to his thighs did his erection spring forth.
Judy gasped. The man’s cock was the same gray-black as the rest of him, and it was easily as long and thick as Judy’s upper arm. Judy could do nothing but stare at it as it gently bobbed in the air in front of her.
Watching from the patrol car, Nick could see that Judy was practically mesmerized by that big cock. He watched as she wrapped both hands around its base almost reverently, like the man’s cock was a precious artifact. Then she opened her mouth wide.
No way she’s getting that thing in there, Nick thought. Is she?
Judy shuffled slightly forward and put her mouth around the man’s cockhead, managing to get about half of it inside. Then she pushed her head forward and took in the rest of the head, her lips wrapping around the glans.
“Mmmmhhhhh…” the big buffalo sighed.
At times like this, when Judy was in the thrall of her primal urges, her whole body craved penetration. Thus, she loved the feel of a big cock in her mouth, its thickness filling her, making her open as wide as she could, its girth and heat palpable against her tongue.
Slowly, she moved her head forward, taking a few more inches of the big man’s cock into her mouth before moving her head back again. Her jaw muscles strained to keep her mouth open so wide, but it was well worth the effort.
She moved her head forward and back several more times, taking the buffalo’s big member fractionally deeper in her mouth each time until its thick head was touching the back of her throat on every stroke. This was no problem; she had long ago learned to control her gag reflex.
Nick grinned when he saw Judy unzip her vest the rest of the way down, take out her small, gray-furred breasts, and massage them as she sucked. He loved watching her play with her tits almost as much as he loved playing with them himself.
As Judy continued moving her head forward and back, Carabao put his big hands on her head—not taking control, just helping her move. Judy was pleased that the buffalo was even that bold; some of the men she’d pulled over had been completely passive throughout the event, even though they had clearly enjoyed it. Maybe they had been intimidated by her status as an officer, or feared that she was trying to entrap them. And maybe some of them were just straight-up submissive types.
With the big water buffalo’s help, Judy slid her lips up and down his thick cockshaft faster and faster. The big man closed his eyes and began to grunt, first sporadically and then in rhythm with the movements of Judy’s head. Judy moved even faster as she seized her nipples and pulled them rhythmically. It would have hurt under normal circumstances, but when she was this horny, it felt incredible. It was so good, in fact, that she felt compelled to rub her furry thighs together as much as her kneeling position would allow, stimulating her clit a little.
Give it to me, she thought as her big violet eyes gazed up at the big man’s face. You know you need to, just shoot it in my mouth, shoot it down my throat, I want it all, I don’t care how much of it there is, just give it to me…
“Unh!” the buffalo grunted. “Nnnngh! UUUUNGH!”
He thrust deep into Judy’s mouth and pumped huge gouts of hot semen against the back of her throat. Judy could feel her throat muscles stretching as she swallowed again and again, gulping down gouts of cum that were each the size of a golf ball.
Watching this scene raptly on his laptop screen, Nick unzipped his blue uniform pants and released his now-hard cock.
“Yeah, that’s my horny little bunny…” he murmured, jacking his cock slowly. “Swallow it alllll down…”
For Judy, the act of swallowing all that cum, squeezing and tugging her nipples, and rubbing her thighs together even minimally was enough to set her off. She swallowed one last mouthful of cum and then screamed “MMMMMMMH!” around Carabao’s thick cock as she came.
Watching Judy hit her climax always turned Nick on. But he resisted the temptation to jerk himself faster, because he knew this show would have a second act.
Judy released the big man’s cock from her mouth and spent several seconds gasping for breath. But being in top physical condition, she didn’t need more time than that before she hopped up from her knees to her feet. Carabao, on the other hand, was still panting when she spoke to him.
“Sir,” she said, tossing away her vest so that she was naked from the waist up, “I’m going to need you to perform one more task for me before I can let you go.”
Turning away from him, she undid her belt, then let her uniform pants drop to her ankles and stepped out of them. Now, beneath her cottontail, she was wearing only a pair of black panties that looked small even on her little body. She looked back over her shoulder at Carabao and gave him a little air kiss before slowly bending forward and pushing the black panties down. Being soaking wet, they rolled up on their way down and looked barely thicker than a piece of twine by the time they reached Judy’s feet.
Judy let Carabao look at her tight, toned ass and her very wet pussy for a long moment before she straightened up again. She stepped out of her soaked black panties with one foot and turned around to face the water buffalo; then she kicked the panties into the air, caught them expertly in one hand, and tossed them into the back seat of the convertible. Judy liked giving these men something to remember her by.
By the time she turned back to Carabao and looked down at his crotch, his cock was already getting hard again. Judy smiled at it lustily. Then she hopped up onto the trunk of the car, facing sideways to give her car’s dashcam—and therefore Nick—a good view.
“What I need,” she said, looking at the man’s face as she spread her gray-furred legs, “is for you to fuck me right here and now.”
Carabao was still breathing a bit hard, but he didn’t hesitate for a second. He pulled off his polo shirt, then took his khaki pants and boxers the rest of the way off before striding up to the car to stand between Judy’s open thighs. As Judy put her hands on the man’s broad shoulders, Carabao seized his long, thick, very hard cock by the base and put it between the little rabbit’s pussy lips. Then he looked at Judy’s face. Even with the dashcam’s low-light mode on, Nick could see the mad lust in her violet eyes.
“Do it,” she hissed.
The man said nothing; he just grasped her hips in his big hands, then grunted and shoved half his length into Judy in one thrust.
“OH GOD!” Judy cried, her whole body shaking with a mini-orgasm. If he hadn’t been so horny, Nick would have sniggered at the thought that some soccer mom might get out of bed and come to her window to see what that noise was.
“Yeah,” Nick breathed, starting to stroke himself a little faster. “Take that dick, Carrots, take it all, right up your cute little bunny-pussy…”
Carabao grunted again and shoved in deeper, making Judy gasp loudly. Then, maintaining his firm grip on her hips, the big man began to fuck her.
Nick always enjoyed seeing Judy get fucked by some big-dicked motorist, but it was especially exciting on occasions like this one: when the man forgot that he’d been pulled over, forgot that Judy was a cop, forgot that they were outside where others might see, forgot absolutely everything except that he had his cock buried in a cute little bunny’s tight little pussy and that it felt so good that he was going to fuck it no matter what.
Carabao grunted softly and rhythmically as he pushed his big cock into Judy’s widely stretched pussy again and again. Judy grunted in the same rhythm but at a higher pitch, her voice an alto counterpart to his baritone. Nick had made an unauthorized upgrade to the dashcam’s microphone to ensure that it would capture every sound, down to the faint noise that Judy’s wet pussy made every time that big cock was shoved into it.
Nick was now stroking himself in rhythm with the fucking. So when Carabao started pumping Judy a little faster, making her moan, Nick picked up his pace by that much. He also grabbed a tissue out of a compartment in the car’s center console; having one in hand now would make cleanup easier later.
Judy and Carabao fucked faster and faster. Soon, Judy’s cottontailed ass was no longer on the trunk but above it as Judy held onto the much bigger man with her arms and legs and used them to fuck her pussy against him, helping him ram that big buffalo-cock into her depths again and again.
“Oh- God- fuck- yes-” Judy gasped. Louder, she cried, “Yes! Pound my bunnycunt, you big fucking animal!”
Carabao’s big hands squeezed Judy’s ass hard as the buffalo fucked the little rabbit for all he was worth.
“Hrrrh!” the big man grunted. “Hrrrrh! HRRRRRH!”
He rammed his cock into Judy’s cunt as deep as it would go, and when the man pumped what felt like a quart of hot seed up into Judy’s womb, the rabbit shrieked “HAAAAAIIIIII!” and gripped Carabao’s torso hard with all four limbs as she came like crazy.
When it was over, the big man sat Judy back down on the trunk of the car, slowly pulled his wetly glistening cock out of her gaping pussy, and took a step back. Then, when he saw Judy wobbling on the edge of the car’s trunk, he quickly stepped forward again, put his hands on Judy’s waist, and lowered the rabbit to her feet on the ground.
“Aww, what a gentleman,” Nick said to himself.
Sounding a bit drunk, Judy said to Carabao, “I’m going to let you off with a warning this time, citizen. Just remember to keep an eye on the speed limit. Have a pleasant evening.”
Carabao walked to his convertible. As he opened the door, he glanced into the back, where Judy’s discarded panties lay, and smiled.
“Have a nice night, Officer,” he said. Then he got into his car and drove off.
Judy, half-walking and half-stumbling, picked up her abandoned clothing and came back to the patrol car. Nick sat up and moved over into the driver’s seat; Judy didn’t seem to be in a condition to operate a motor vehicle right now. And she clearly knew it, because she eased into the passenger’s seat before she grabbed a fistful of fast-food napkins from the glove compartment and shoved them between her messy thighs to stop the leakage from her pussy.
“Sooooo,” Judy said, “have we got it?”
“Oh yeah,” Nick replied, holding up a flash drive. He’d figured out weeks ago how to save dashcam recordings on the encrypted device and replace the missing footage with recycled video whose time stamp he’d altered.
“Then let’s go to my place,” Judy said, “and watch this while you shove that sweet foxcock into me.” With a naughty smile, she added, “I still have one hole that hasn’t been fucked tonight.”
“Okay then,” Nick said, grinning and putting the car in Drive.
“Oh,” Judy said, “and I have an idea for your next video.”
Nick raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“I happen to know where you can find a vixen in heat.”
“How would you know that?”
“Becky in Property Crimes told me over breakfast,” Judy replied.
“Isn’t Becky a warthog?” Nick asked. “How would she know about a vixen in heat?”
“They’re in the same Pilates class. Hey, want a l’il blowjob on the way to my place?”
“Sure,” he replied with a grin. “I guess that’s not technically ‘driving under the influence.’”
They drove away.
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My thanks to Jomahawk for beta reading.

Author notes:
–I wanted the driver to be a large, thickset mammal of a species not shown in the movie. It took a fair amount of Googling to find one that seemed suitable: the Asian water buffalo.
–In trying to think of a name for the driver, I looked up the words for “water buffalo” in several Asian languages. The Tagalog word carabao was the one I liked best.
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