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We've arrived to chapter 7 of the Traveler's log. Due to the last chapter being so short, i led into this chapter from the last one. Also made this one slightly longer to make up for it. Hope you guys enjoy.
Al belongs to me
Bogo and all zootopia characters as well as locations belong to Disney
Why is everything spinning? The small apartment roof was making it hard to focus, especially with the roof fan. You know, the kinds that look like they're spinning, but they aren't really. Al moved up from the twin bed, but immediately laid back down. Those place wasn't anything too crazy or fancy. In fact, it looked normal. Kinda run down, bad paint job on the walls, and the bed was messy. The walls had The color of dead grass, and the fan on the roof had wooden blades. ‘Luckily I'm not a neat freak, or I would be fainting again.’ Al tried to get up again, this time, the speed of a turtle. Well, he could manage small movements. He decided to get off the bed, and show his appreciation to the one who helped him. He moved The pillow back to the top part of the bed and flapped the blanket in the air. The blanket glided down as it landed perfectly on the bed. Upon bed neatness, Al sat down on the top of the recently made bed. The sound of footsteps caught his attention. He honestly thought someone would leave a total stranger in their bed and left them alone. God, he was stupid. If he wasn’t in so much pain, he’d slap his face. The wooden door in the wall across from the bed opened. And he couldn't believe it. It was another bull like person, except this was a legit bull. He was nine feet tall, with blue-gray fur and black horns, much more natural looking than the naked guy he was in bed with before. Which was another thing: this guy, or it looked like a guy, had what looked like a police outfit. Navy blue fabric, with four gold stars on each collar. He had on a gold police badge and everything, even had blue pants to match. He looked at Al with his hazel brown eyes, and smiled, walking over to the bed, not even wearing shoes but exposed hoofs.
“Well. Good morning sunshine,” Said The cop in a sarcastic tone. “Sleep well?” Al rubbed his eyes with his fingers, like trying to process all this information.
“Aside from this hangover that I can't seem to lose. Peachy.” The sarcasm was easily stated in his voice. “Where am i?”
“You're in my apartment.” The bull said nonchalantly. Al stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at the cop. “Your face says you don't remember anything last night,” now it was the bull's turn to be annoyed and rubbed his eyes like so.
“You're right on that one. I'm guessing you found me,” Al asked, assuming where this was going. Surprisingly, he was wrong.
“I was the officer that received the call. But a couple of skater monkeys found you tangled up in vines over in the Jungle area. They said you were talking gibberish about,” the bull paused and flipped on a pair of simple black rectangular glasses and a notepad. “Free. Hunky naked bull. Beer. Use to being eaten at this point.” The bull pulled off the glasses and stared at the kid, who was red to the face in embarrassment. ‘Note to self: never drink again.’ Al thought to himself. The Bull sighed to himself. “Alright, look here rabbit,” Al twitched in the eye. Rabbit. Please no. He reached for the back of his head, and felt the droopy bunny ears. ‘Great. I'm a rabbit again. Last time I looked like this, a sexy hippo had his way with him and easily overpowered him.' Al looked up at the bull, who he knew without a thought, could easily overpower him. “What happened last night, whatever the case, shouldn't have. You were clearly under the influence and nearly lost your life. We know bulls don't usually live in the jungle area, so finding yours would be impossible.” Al took a quick peek, and saw his name tag:
‘Chief Bogo,’
Of course he was saved by the chief of police. The bull was still ranting, but it honestly didn't matter. Either he, or some other animal in this place was gonna have him for breakfast. Or is lunch time? “So I'm gonna need you to come with me to the station to fill out some documents.” Al senses woke at the last part. The chief was already opening the door, motioning for Al to come out. The rabbit sighed, and left the apartment.
Al had never really seen where he gets teleported. Only ever the inside of the guy he happened to be in the room with, and the room. But here, he saw a whole city. There was gazelle on several big screens singing, and she was saying something. Zootopia? It took Al a second to notice the tough looking chief with his cool looking shades on, was bobbing to the song the girl was singing and was humming to the music.
“So, a fan?” Al made the mistake of asking. The Bull slammed the brakes, and the passenger’s splitting headache intensified when his head hit the dashboard. The chief looked pissed, as he awkwardly looked toward the rabbit. His glasses tilted, exposing his eyes.
“Not. One. Word.” He pushed the glasses back up and opened the door. Al didn't even realize they arrived at the station. The place was enormous! It could probably fit half the town in it, probably did at one point. The confused passenger ran to catch up to the chief, and followed behind, well, his behind. The tail just floating in the wind. The bull didn't even hold the door open this time, and almost hit him with it. There were cops everywhere, which shouldn't be surprising. But it was. There was group of three just chatting like a normal day, even though the three were a Wolf, rhino, and a average built tiger. Then, a cop came through the door, a hyena handcuffed and muzzled. Or is it paw-cuffed? That's why he hated animal form: the amount of unnecessary details. Al didn't notice the chief stopped, and walked straight into his butt. Bogo made a hesitant groan, and growled in annoyance.
“Hey chief. What's up.” Said a new voice. Al was kinda stuck in the chief’s thick buns. But he got pulled out. Painfully. By the ears. From looking at what was probably about two layers of clothing away from his hole, to a overly weighted cheetah. It kinda suited him.
“Yes, Clawhauser. I need the personal info papers for this guy.” He said, still holding the two rabbit ears with one hand, and pointing at Al with the other hand. The cheetah gasped.
“So you're the party animal Chief caught. Well, aren't you simply scrumptious.” The cheetah pinched Al in the cheek. Ow. He looked at the receptionist with concern after that comment and made a mental prayer. ‘Please, don't let this be the guy to eat me,’ but he saw he had nothing to worry about. The feline grabbed a sprinkle chocolate doughnut and crammed it into his mouth, half of it sticking out. He handed a sheet of paper to the bull, and went back to his doughnut. The chief carried the rabbit still, and left for his office.
The office was pretty nice. And intimidating. A single desk against The window with a chair on opposite sides. Medals on walls in picture frames. Pictures of the guy graduating from allot of places. And shelves that had hardly any books in them. He dropped the rabbit in the chair on the side of the desk closer to the door. He flopped on the chair closer to the window, and pulled out his reading glasses. He slid the paper he grabbed are the reception desk.
“Fill this out, and we can get you sorted out. Then, send you off.” Bogo said, grabbing a different piece of paper and looking it over. He was doing his own thing now. Al looked at the paper closely. Allot of it he couldn't fill out due to his curse. He tried, and scribbled some things down.
“Done,” Al said sliding the paper as far as he could to the bull. He had just finished the first sheet he grabbed.
“Alright let's see. Name: Al. Age: 17. Species: hue-man? Rabbit,” that was all Al actually remembers. He scribbled out the human part and put rabbit. The bull removed his glasses, and placed them on the desk. He got out of his chair, and slowly walked around the desk till he towered over the sitting rabbit. He grabbed the Rabbit by the ears, and lifted him to eye level. Now, his hazel eyes met al’s red eyes.
“What is this?” he asked, now holding a crumbled piece of paper.
“That's all I can remember. I lost my memories,” Al wasn't really lying. He did have amnesia in a way. Except The fact that his memories we're actually taken by Free, the buff man he met in the void dimension. Bogo didn't buy it.
“Why do I feel like that's not true.” He was angry now. The three hunks of hooves he had for finger were tightening.
“I'm telling the truth. I forgot my life, and am trying to figure it out.”
“Hey chief,” A familiar digital voice saved his life. Bogo dropped Al back in his chair, and pressed a button on the intercom that sat on his desk.
“What is it, claw?”
“Hey so we have a call from someone saying they need your help. They're over in the swamp district.” Bogo groaned as he heard the word swamp.
“Hate the swamp,” he pressed the button. “I'm heading over there now,” he released the button, and walked towards the door. But stopped before opening it. “You really have no memory.” Al look up at him.
“No. I don't.” The chief sighed hearing that.
“You can stay at my place. I'll take you there after my shift. And we can work on your memory together,” Al couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth.
“Not that I don't appreciate it, but why are you caring for me? Aren't you bull types usually big and intimidating.” Bogo looked down at the rabbit with only half of his face.
“You rabbits are too sensitive to be left alone. And besides,” he looked away, “I'm not a bull. I'm a buffalo. And you're growing on me.” He opened the door, and walked out of there fast. The door to the office slammed, leaving Al alone with his thoughts. He looked down at his paws. It's odd. Normally, he would have been eaten at this point by some random chance. But instead, if he didn't make a mistake in assuming, Bogo offered him a place to stay. The young traveler could almost see having a life with the awkward buffalo. And it wasn’t like with Moto Moto. These feeling of love, they were mutual. Did he always have these feelings for the chief? The dude did let him sleep in his bed. Or did they share the bed that night he was brought to Bogo's place? The thought of being in bed with him, made al's face as red as his eyes. The flustered rabbit slapped his face to knock himself out of it. The gray rabbit felt his stomach grumbling, and realized the last time he had anything to eat was the carrots Moto gave him. And that was almost what, two digestions ago? It was sad that was how he was keeping track of time. He remembered that when he was lifted by the ears, he had seen a box of doughnuts with that cheetah at the front desk. Al got out of his chair, and walked out of the office.
It was funny really. When Al asked Clawhauser for a doughnut, he was nice enough to give one. It was a pink frosted doughnut with sprinkles. As soon as he took a bite of it, the front door to the station pushed open. There, standing in the doorway covered from head to toe with gunk, was Bogo. And he wasn't alone. In his right hand was a handcuffed gator, had a rugged face so could've been in his forties our forties. He had on some patched up overalls on, and slumped over to the desk with Bogo. The chief looked mad. Like he was close to throwing the guy against the wall, which he probably could with those thick, strong arms. Goo dripped from his body.
“Deal. With. This.” Bogo said to the cheetah, who looked like the was holding back the urge to laugh. Instead, he whistled like he called for a taxi driver. Instantly, the tiger and rhino from earlier walked over and grabbed the reptile without a word. As they walked away, Bogo started walking to the door again. Confused and still had his doughnut in mouth, Al almost missed the lug having said, “Come on then.” Hot on the buffalo’s heels, the rabbit shoved the last bit pink goodness in his mouth, and turned to wave bye to the cheetah. He waved back, and door closed.
The ride back to the apartment complex was weirdly quiet. Even when the song he danced to was playing, he just glared at the windshield with annoyance. And when we did get there, he slammed the door wide opened, as he leaked a trail of goop inside. Al did his best to follow without stepping in the gunk. The buffalo unbuttoned his police uniform shirt, and showed off the black muscle shirt he had underneath. When he went for his pants, the rabbit blushed and covered his eyes.
“What are you doing,” the buffalo asked strangely.
“I'm covering my eyes so I don't see your underwear. I'm trying to be respectful,” it was almost obvious at that point that he was flustered. Not just the shakiness in his voice, but he covered his face when he covered his eyes. He was red under those paws.
“Well, you do that. I'm gonna throw these in the wash and rinse off,” the sounds of his footsteps and the door clicking closed was enough to figure out what's happening. The footsteps muffled as another door was closed. Al peeked and saw he was alone in the bedroom/living room. The sound of a washer went off, followed by running shower water. Steam slipped from under the door Bogo probably went through. It almost felt like two seconds, but the water stopped, but the washer still went on. The rabbit could hear the steady footsteps of the buffalo walking getting louder. The steps stopped, add the door slid open. Al was overwhelmed with facial heat, as the chief came into the room full on naked. The only towel on him was being used to clean his horns. Al turned away from the exposed animal, fur was burning red as he stuttered.
“W-w-what are you doing!?” the rabbit asked in complete confusion. The buffalo sighed as he continued cleaning his horns.
“I'm walking with no clothes on in my house,” the guy said so casually. Al squeaked as he felt the bed shift and a pair of hooves grab the rabbit in a hugging position. The buffalo sighed again in relief, as he took a deep whiff of Al. “You smell nice. Think I want you,” he almost sounded half asleep as he whispered those words in the rabbits left ear. Al was genuinely happy. This was what he was hoping for. He may have been human, but he wanted to stay as a rabbit if it meant staying in this world with the chief. As Al turned to say he'd love to, he instead got his face taken inside the buffalos mouth. The rabbits skinny neck was being trapped by the Chiefs chompers. Al pressed his hands against the Chief's pecs, but stopped there. He could feel it. The muscles. He couldn't stop himself from moving his hands down lower. The meal didn't even care that the buffalo was pulling in Al's shoulders. Then, a noise generated inside the cop. A moan. A pleasured one at that. He was enjoying the feeling of having his fuzzy six pack being softly caressed by his meal. So much so, that the buffalo slurped up everything from the shoulders to the feet like a spaghetti, gulping it down in one go. A huge bulge squirmed and traveled grayish fur down deeper, till it stopped in the stomach. The chief licked his fuzzy white chin, then his snout as a hiccup escaped his mouth. He flopped on his bed, his belly squirmed wildly as the chief slept. The snoring was all Al could hear aside from the usual heartbeat.
The next morning was a blur for Bogo. He woke up with a towel over his head, lying naked in his bed. He took the white fabric off his head, and yawned, smacking his lips slowly. He looked around the room, still half asleep.
“Al?” the chief called out softly, scratching his gut softly. It only grown by four inches, hardly noticeable to him and others. He got out bed and walked into the other room for a nice hot shower. What Bogo found out later that from Clawhauser, was that the goop he was covered in is sensitive on animals. They say in the history books of Zootopia that the swamp was where a tribe of random animals resides. And whenever they needed to punish someone, they would let their face be envelop in steam from a bowl of hot water. The tribesmen would use three swamps goop as makeup for their body markings. They believed the steam called down the god they believed in, inside their body to possess them. What they didn't know was the steam was a trigger in order to reactivate the primal cells that all animals had. That is, if covered in the swamp unique goo. They would devour their victim and return to normal In a hour. But due to the large quantity Bogo was covered in, he overdosed and passed out after only five minutes. When Clawhauser asked what happened to Al, Bogo didn't remember eating the rabbit, so he said the kid walked out while he was showering. Which was a shame, since Bogo was gonna offer the rabbit his place, to live with him. He figured that's why he walked out. He knows if the rabbit ever wants to commit, he knows where to find them.
Al belongs to me
Bogo and all zootopia characters as well as locations belong to Disney
Why is everything spinning? The small apartment roof was making it hard to focus, especially with the roof fan. You know, the kinds that look like they're spinning, but they aren't really. Al moved up from the twin bed, but immediately laid back down. Those place wasn't anything too crazy or fancy. In fact, it looked normal. Kinda run down, bad paint job on the walls, and the bed was messy. The walls had The color of dead grass, and the fan on the roof had wooden blades. ‘Luckily I'm not a neat freak, or I would be fainting again.’ Al tried to get up again, this time, the speed of a turtle. Well, he could manage small movements. He decided to get off the bed, and show his appreciation to the one who helped him. He moved The pillow back to the top part of the bed and flapped the blanket in the air. The blanket glided down as it landed perfectly on the bed. Upon bed neatness, Al sat down on the top of the recently made bed. The sound of footsteps caught his attention. He honestly thought someone would leave a total stranger in their bed and left them alone. God, he was stupid. If he wasn’t in so much pain, he’d slap his face. The wooden door in the wall across from the bed opened. And he couldn't believe it. It was another bull like person, except this was a legit bull. He was nine feet tall, with blue-gray fur and black horns, much more natural looking than the naked guy he was in bed with before. Which was another thing: this guy, or it looked like a guy, had what looked like a police outfit. Navy blue fabric, with four gold stars on each collar. He had on a gold police badge and everything, even had blue pants to match. He looked at Al with his hazel brown eyes, and smiled, walking over to the bed, not even wearing shoes but exposed hoofs.
“Well. Good morning sunshine,” Said The cop in a sarcastic tone. “Sleep well?” Al rubbed his eyes with his fingers, like trying to process all this information.
“Aside from this hangover that I can't seem to lose. Peachy.” The sarcasm was easily stated in his voice. “Where am i?”
“You're in my apartment.” The bull said nonchalantly. Al stopped rubbing his eyes and looked at the cop. “Your face says you don't remember anything last night,” now it was the bull's turn to be annoyed and rubbed his eyes like so.
“You're right on that one. I'm guessing you found me,” Al asked, assuming where this was going. Surprisingly, he was wrong.
“I was the officer that received the call. But a couple of skater monkeys found you tangled up in vines over in the Jungle area. They said you were talking gibberish about,” the bull paused and flipped on a pair of simple black rectangular glasses and a notepad. “Free. Hunky naked bull. Beer. Use to being eaten at this point.” The bull pulled off the glasses and stared at the kid, who was red to the face in embarrassment. ‘Note to self: never drink again.’ Al thought to himself. The Bull sighed to himself. “Alright, look here rabbit,” Al twitched in the eye. Rabbit. Please no. He reached for the back of his head, and felt the droopy bunny ears. ‘Great. I'm a rabbit again. Last time I looked like this, a sexy hippo had his way with him and easily overpowered him.' Al looked up at the bull, who he knew without a thought, could easily overpower him. “What happened last night, whatever the case, shouldn't have. You were clearly under the influence and nearly lost your life. We know bulls don't usually live in the jungle area, so finding yours would be impossible.” Al took a quick peek, and saw his name tag:
‘Chief Bogo,’
Of course he was saved by the chief of police. The bull was still ranting, but it honestly didn't matter. Either he, or some other animal in this place was gonna have him for breakfast. Or is lunch time? “So I'm gonna need you to come with me to the station to fill out some documents.” Al senses woke at the last part. The chief was already opening the door, motioning for Al to come out. The rabbit sighed, and left the apartment.
Al had never really seen where he gets teleported. Only ever the inside of the guy he happened to be in the room with, and the room. But here, he saw a whole city. There was gazelle on several big screens singing, and she was saying something. Zootopia? It took Al a second to notice the tough looking chief with his cool looking shades on, was bobbing to the song the girl was singing and was humming to the music.
“So, a fan?” Al made the mistake of asking. The Bull slammed the brakes, and the passenger’s splitting headache intensified when his head hit the dashboard. The chief looked pissed, as he awkwardly looked toward the rabbit. His glasses tilted, exposing his eyes.
“Not. One. Word.” He pushed the glasses back up and opened the door. Al didn't even realize they arrived at the station. The place was enormous! It could probably fit half the town in it, probably did at one point. The confused passenger ran to catch up to the chief, and followed behind, well, his behind. The tail just floating in the wind. The bull didn't even hold the door open this time, and almost hit him with it. There were cops everywhere, which shouldn't be surprising. But it was. There was group of three just chatting like a normal day, even though the three were a Wolf, rhino, and a average built tiger. Then, a cop came through the door, a hyena handcuffed and muzzled. Or is it paw-cuffed? That's why he hated animal form: the amount of unnecessary details. Al didn't notice the chief stopped, and walked straight into his butt. Bogo made a hesitant groan, and growled in annoyance.
“Hey chief. What's up.” Said a new voice. Al was kinda stuck in the chief’s thick buns. But he got pulled out. Painfully. By the ears. From looking at what was probably about two layers of clothing away from his hole, to a overly weighted cheetah. It kinda suited him.
“Yes, Clawhauser. I need the personal info papers for this guy.” He said, still holding the two rabbit ears with one hand, and pointing at Al with the other hand. The cheetah gasped.
“So you're the party animal Chief caught. Well, aren't you simply scrumptious.” The cheetah pinched Al in the cheek. Ow. He looked at the receptionist with concern after that comment and made a mental prayer. ‘Please, don't let this be the guy to eat me,’ but he saw he had nothing to worry about. The feline grabbed a sprinkle chocolate doughnut and crammed it into his mouth, half of it sticking out. He handed a sheet of paper to the bull, and went back to his doughnut. The chief carried the rabbit still, and left for his office.
The office was pretty nice. And intimidating. A single desk against The window with a chair on opposite sides. Medals on walls in picture frames. Pictures of the guy graduating from allot of places. And shelves that had hardly any books in them. He dropped the rabbit in the chair on the side of the desk closer to the door. He flopped on the chair closer to the window, and pulled out his reading glasses. He slid the paper he grabbed are the reception desk.
“Fill this out, and we can get you sorted out. Then, send you off.” Bogo said, grabbing a different piece of paper and looking it over. He was doing his own thing now. Al looked at the paper closely. Allot of it he couldn't fill out due to his curse. He tried, and scribbled some things down.
“Done,” Al said sliding the paper as far as he could to the bull. He had just finished the first sheet he grabbed.
“Alright let's see. Name: Al. Age: 17. Species: hue-man? Rabbit,” that was all Al actually remembers. He scribbled out the human part and put rabbit. The bull removed his glasses, and placed them on the desk. He got out of his chair, and slowly walked around the desk till he towered over the sitting rabbit. He grabbed the Rabbit by the ears, and lifted him to eye level. Now, his hazel eyes met al’s red eyes.
“What is this?” he asked, now holding a crumbled piece of paper.
“That's all I can remember. I lost my memories,” Al wasn't really lying. He did have amnesia in a way. Except The fact that his memories we're actually taken by Free, the buff man he met in the void dimension. Bogo didn't buy it.
“Why do I feel like that's not true.” He was angry now. The three hunks of hooves he had for finger were tightening.
“I'm telling the truth. I forgot my life, and am trying to figure it out.”
“Hey chief,” A familiar digital voice saved his life. Bogo dropped Al back in his chair, and pressed a button on the intercom that sat on his desk.
“What is it, claw?”
“Hey so we have a call from someone saying they need your help. They're over in the swamp district.” Bogo groaned as he heard the word swamp.
“Hate the swamp,” he pressed the button. “I'm heading over there now,” he released the button, and walked towards the door. But stopped before opening it. “You really have no memory.” Al look up at him.
“No. I don't.” The chief sighed hearing that.
“You can stay at my place. I'll take you there after my shift. And we can work on your memory together,” Al couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth.
“Not that I don't appreciate it, but why are you caring for me? Aren't you bull types usually big and intimidating.” Bogo looked down at the rabbit with only half of his face.
“You rabbits are too sensitive to be left alone. And besides,” he looked away, “I'm not a bull. I'm a buffalo. And you're growing on me.” He opened the door, and walked out of there fast. The door to the office slammed, leaving Al alone with his thoughts. He looked down at his paws. It's odd. Normally, he would have been eaten at this point by some random chance. But instead, if he didn't make a mistake in assuming, Bogo offered him a place to stay. The young traveler could almost see having a life with the awkward buffalo. And it wasn’t like with Moto Moto. These feeling of love, they were mutual. Did he always have these feelings for the chief? The dude did let him sleep in his bed. Or did they share the bed that night he was brought to Bogo's place? The thought of being in bed with him, made al's face as red as his eyes. The flustered rabbit slapped his face to knock himself out of it. The gray rabbit felt his stomach grumbling, and realized the last time he had anything to eat was the carrots Moto gave him. And that was almost what, two digestions ago? It was sad that was how he was keeping track of time. He remembered that when he was lifted by the ears, he had seen a box of doughnuts with that cheetah at the front desk. Al got out of his chair, and walked out of the office.
It was funny really. When Al asked Clawhauser for a doughnut, he was nice enough to give one. It was a pink frosted doughnut with sprinkles. As soon as he took a bite of it, the front door to the station pushed open. There, standing in the doorway covered from head to toe with gunk, was Bogo. And he wasn't alone. In his right hand was a handcuffed gator, had a rugged face so could've been in his forties our forties. He had on some patched up overalls on, and slumped over to the desk with Bogo. The chief looked mad. Like he was close to throwing the guy against the wall, which he probably could with those thick, strong arms. Goo dripped from his body.
“Deal. With. This.” Bogo said to the cheetah, who looked like the was holding back the urge to laugh. Instead, he whistled like he called for a taxi driver. Instantly, the tiger and rhino from earlier walked over and grabbed the reptile without a word. As they walked away, Bogo started walking to the door again. Confused and still had his doughnut in mouth, Al almost missed the lug having said, “Come on then.” Hot on the buffalo’s heels, the rabbit shoved the last bit pink goodness in his mouth, and turned to wave bye to the cheetah. He waved back, and door closed.
The ride back to the apartment complex was weirdly quiet. Even when the song he danced to was playing, he just glared at the windshield with annoyance. And when we did get there, he slammed the door wide opened, as he leaked a trail of goop inside. Al did his best to follow without stepping in the gunk. The buffalo unbuttoned his police uniform shirt, and showed off the black muscle shirt he had underneath. When he went for his pants, the rabbit blushed and covered his eyes.
“What are you doing,” the buffalo asked strangely.
“I'm covering my eyes so I don't see your underwear. I'm trying to be respectful,” it was almost obvious at that point that he was flustered. Not just the shakiness in his voice, but he covered his face when he covered his eyes. He was red under those paws.
“Well, you do that. I'm gonna throw these in the wash and rinse off,” the sounds of his footsteps and the door clicking closed was enough to figure out what's happening. The footsteps muffled as another door was closed. Al peeked and saw he was alone in the bedroom/living room. The sound of a washer went off, followed by running shower water. Steam slipped from under the door Bogo probably went through. It almost felt like two seconds, but the water stopped, but the washer still went on. The rabbit could hear the steady footsteps of the buffalo walking getting louder. The steps stopped, add the door slid open. Al was overwhelmed with facial heat, as the chief came into the room full on naked. The only towel on him was being used to clean his horns. Al turned away from the exposed animal, fur was burning red as he stuttered.
“W-w-what are you doing!?” the rabbit asked in complete confusion. The buffalo sighed as he continued cleaning his horns.
“I'm walking with no clothes on in my house,” the guy said so casually. Al squeaked as he felt the bed shift and a pair of hooves grab the rabbit in a hugging position. The buffalo sighed again in relief, as he took a deep whiff of Al. “You smell nice. Think I want you,” he almost sounded half asleep as he whispered those words in the rabbits left ear. Al was genuinely happy. This was what he was hoping for. He may have been human, but he wanted to stay as a rabbit if it meant staying in this world with the chief. As Al turned to say he'd love to, he instead got his face taken inside the buffalos mouth. The rabbits skinny neck was being trapped by the Chiefs chompers. Al pressed his hands against the Chief's pecs, but stopped there. He could feel it. The muscles. He couldn't stop himself from moving his hands down lower. The meal didn't even care that the buffalo was pulling in Al's shoulders. Then, a noise generated inside the cop. A moan. A pleasured one at that. He was enjoying the feeling of having his fuzzy six pack being softly caressed by his meal. So much so, that the buffalo slurped up everything from the shoulders to the feet like a spaghetti, gulping it down in one go. A huge bulge squirmed and traveled grayish fur down deeper, till it stopped in the stomach. The chief licked his fuzzy white chin, then his snout as a hiccup escaped his mouth. He flopped on his bed, his belly squirmed wildly as the chief slept. The snoring was all Al could hear aside from the usual heartbeat.
The next morning was a blur for Bogo. He woke up with a towel over his head, lying naked in his bed. He took the white fabric off his head, and yawned, smacking his lips slowly. He looked around the room, still half asleep.
“Al?” the chief called out softly, scratching his gut softly. It only grown by four inches, hardly noticeable to him and others. He got out bed and walked into the other room for a nice hot shower. What Bogo found out later that from Clawhauser, was that the goop he was covered in is sensitive on animals. They say in the history books of Zootopia that the swamp was where a tribe of random animals resides. And whenever they needed to punish someone, they would let their face be envelop in steam from a bowl of hot water. The tribesmen would use three swamps goop as makeup for their body markings. They believed the steam called down the god they believed in, inside their body to possess them. What they didn't know was the steam was a trigger in order to reactivate the primal cells that all animals had. That is, if covered in the swamp unique goo. They would devour their victim and return to normal In a hour. But due to the large quantity Bogo was covered in, he overdosed and passed out after only five minutes. When Clawhauser asked what happened to Al, Bogo didn't remember eating the rabbit, so he said the kid walked out while he was showering. Which was a shame, since Bogo was gonna offer the rabbit his place, to live with him. He figured that's why he walked out. He knows if the rabbit ever wants to commit, he knows where to find them.
Category Story / Vore
Species Bovine (Other)
Gender Male
Size 120 x 111px
Listed in Folders
Heheh, oblivious vore is kinda cute ^_^
Love how Bogo effortlessly just slurped you up~
Love how Bogo effortlessly just slurped you up~
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