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The smell of fresh pancakes, it's a wonderful aroma to awake to. Even at an ungodly six in the morning. Richard opened his eyes and instinctively reached out across the bed. Only to find it empty. The young tiger police officer yawned and stretched. It had been a fun night, though his dreams had been unsettling. Being chased by his rodent would-be-assassin.

It would almost be funny, a tiger afraid of a mouse. However, he knew better. The last time he had woken up his life had been in the balance. A few seconds later and his assassin would have completed his assignment. Finding his uniform he pulled it on and headed out of the bedroom, to find Gideon in his kitchen. The chunky fox was wearing an apron covered in muffins and nothing else. The tiger took a moment to enjoy the sight of that plump, but surprisingly perky rump and the fluffy tail that glided as the fox moved.

"You're awake at last," Gideon smiled, his words heavy with the country accent. "Ah was worried a city boy, like you, might snooze the whole day away."

"I'm no more a city boy than you are," chuckled the tiger. "I just needed a few extra winks to recover from the cream filling a certain baker gave me."

"Ah can't help it," chuckled the fox as he scooped a series of perfectly brown pancakes from his griddle onto a plate. "I'm a baker, I see a perfect set of buns and ah just have to fill them with cream."

"Certainly can't complain on that score," Richard chuckled, taking the proffered plate and sitting down on a high stool beside the countertop.

"Butter and syrup," the fox said, pointing to a small jug and a block of butter.

Richard picked up the syrup jug and poured a good deal out over his pancakes. Gideon joined him a moment later with his own stack of pancakes, "you gonna be around long?"

"Not sure, we'll be investigating today and it'll depend on what we find," Richard said, choosing his words carefully. He trusted Gideon enough, but he had been briefed in the academy on how he needed to keep details of cases private, loose lips could cost cases.

"Well, if after your hard day at work you fancy another nightcap or slice of pie, you know where to find me," the fox said with a wink and a twinkle in his eye.

Richard smiled and nodded, "I will definitely remember that. No promises though." He shoved the last of his pancake into his mouth and drained his coffee. "My life's kinda fucked up right now. Everything's so damn complicated."

"Flour, eggs, sugar, milk, a little splash of oil, pinch o baking powder and some butter. Simple recipe... but it makes for the best pancakes," Gideon replied with a sad smile. "Lot of recipes calls for bells and whistles, but the thing about bells and whistles is that eventually you have too many and you end up with a headache. Simple and tasty will never lead you wrong."

Richard leant in and gave the plump fox a soft syrup-flavoured kiss, "thanks, for... everything."

Gideon's smile broadened and his eyes twinkled with a mischief Richard recognised from looks he had seen many times in his friend Nick. " O' course, you ever bring down that buffalo of yours, you drag him up here and he can have a taste of my pie too." The fox gave him a flirtatious wink and held up a forkful of pancake dripping in syrup. "That city life's full of complications, bells and whistles everywhere, show that city boy the pure bliss of simplicity and I reckon things will get clear real fast."

"Ah reckon ah just might do that," Richard laughed, his own natural accent coming through strongly for the first time since his parents had thrown him out. "It's good pie and your baking ain't half bad either." The tiger gave a wink and they both shared a chuckle before he left.

It was early, but a country town which meant there were already people out on the street to see the tiger make the short walk of absolutely zero shame to the bed and breakfast he was staying in. He got back to his room and found he had a text and a missed call from Judy, saying she was on her way to pick him up.

As Richard was wondering just how long he had based on the time it would take Judy to get there from her parents and the time of the call, there was a knock at his door. "Hey, Richard. It's Judy, you ok in there?"

The tiger turned and opened the door to find the small rabbit hopping from one foot to the other," Hi Judy, everything ok?"

"Five bathrooms every single one full all morning!" That was all the rabbit said as she dashed past him and into his room's ensuite bathroom. Richard chuckled, all those brothers and sisters even five bathrooms were not enough to ensure access.

The tiger waited, feeling slightly awkward as his temporary partner emptied her bladder and he realised that the house might have been an old one, but the bed and breakfast rooms were all newly modelled and the walls between the bedroom and ensuite were... thinner than he would have liked.

A few minutes later the rabbit emerged carrying the vase of flowers he had placed on the toilet lid when he arrived, "Richard... Officer Parker... are you ok?"

Taking the vase off her he shrugged, "as ok as the next tiger who survived attempted murder." He replied flatly. "Let's just focus on the job. I need a quick shower and a fresh uniform. Why don't you nip down, get some coffee and something to snack on from Gideon's and I'll be down in a moment."

Richard could see the rabbit's mind whirring as she added up the fact that he was fully dressed but needed a shower and a change of clothes, that the bed in the room was clearly unslept in and her little nose twitched to the scent of a familiar vulpine. "Ok, yeah. That... sounds like a plan. I'll just go see my old school buddy Gideon... who you know and get some coffee and cupcakes."

"Get the ones with the rainbow frosting," Richard replied with a wink as he gently pushed the rabbit out the door. A few moments later he was stripped and his striped ass was in the shower. The feel of hot water was refreshing and the bed and breakfast fur shampoo was surprisingly good. Coconut scented, probably because that was considered a good gender and species-neutral scent. It worked to wash away the horny fox and tiger stank anyway.

Dressed in a fresh new uniform the tiger emerged onto the street to face the day. Though the perk in his step lasted for as long as it took to spot Judy and Gideon talking like old friends and them both glancing in his direction. It was going to be a long day.

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No Judy, no Richard and technically no Scotty. Nick was beginning to feel more than slightly abandoned. At least with no Judy, he got to drive the car for once. Though, he missed her chatter. There was something about silence that made his teeth uneasy. The city was rarely quiet and Nick liked things that way, the louder it was the calmer he felt.

He pulled his patrol car into the station and hopped out of the car. Taking a deep breath he glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, "ok, Nick... it's showtime. Big smile, tail swagger to maximum confidence. You can do this! It's just like old times, sweetheart." He gave himself a confident wink as his mind whispered, "liar," into his ear. Luckily the one person he did not need to fool was himself.

Jumping out the fox swaggered with confidence through the parking lot. Spotting a couple of officers whose names he knew he shouted out a happy greeting and a wave. Moving fast enough that they only had time to say a quick "hey" back to him.

"Clawhauser!" The fox beamed as he burst through the ZPD front doors. "Looking good my man! Plenty of styling and profiling. Have you..."

"WILD!!!!!" Nick winced as his ears picked up every single one of the five exclamation marks in Bogo's bellow. "My office, NOW!!!"

The fox gave the chunky cheetah a shrug, "is he getting enough coffee, he seems rather more mellow today... have you been slipping him decaf you sly..."

"I SAID NOW!!!!!!!" Seven exclamation marks, that had to be some sort of record. Nick gave Clawhauser a wink and chose not to antagonist the bull with any further red flags.

"I should probably go... oh save me a jelly doughnut, I want to blend in," the fox laughed, giving Clawhauser some finger guns.

"Sure, but if the chief kills you... I'm eating your doughnut," smirked the feline with a little wave.

Just as Clawhauser was about to open the doughnut box, Nick flashed back into his vision, "you're right, dying man needs a last meal." The fox laughed as his paw flashed and a jelly doughnut almost appeared from nowhere.

"How did you..."

"WILDDD!!!!!!!!!!" Nick's street senses screamed at him to not toy with a man bigger than himself who could scream with ten exclamation marks. Not if he wanted to retain the gift of living. So he did not answer the cheetah and made all haste to Chief Bogo's office.

Closing the door carefully behind himself, "hey Chief, I got you a jelly!" The fox exclaimed, placing the doughnut don't on Bogo's desk.

"I didn't ask for a jelly I asked..."

"For me to stop a gang war and to find out who was dealing the wild times drug," Nick finished for him. "You indeed asked me, a brand new recruit, to go out into the city alone, no partner, and stop a gang war and find the miscreant behind wild times a dangerous criminal organisation who has already attempted to take the life of one officer." Nick's words were pointed and the fox did enjoy seeing the water buffalo's eyes as Bogo realised that he would never have asked any other officer to do anything so insane. "At least you gave Judy forty-eight hours to accomplish her impossible task."

"Hey... that was different..." Bogo stammered, but Nick could see he had judged the reminder perfectly. He had the bull on the back hoof.

"It certainly was, that was people mysteriously disappearing. This was to stop a gang war, which probably would have made a lot of people disappear, though we'd know where they were, on account of having their bodies. So no mystery," the fox added calmly and with an unnerving smile. "Still, you will be thrilled to hear that, despite the complete and total lack of resources, save my own wits and cunning, I have emerged victorious and unscathed too."

Bogo's jaw dropped as, "y... you did." The bull seemed to pull himself together. "Of course you did! Hell, street smarts and cunning. That's why I love having you on the force."

"Uh huh," Nick snorted with a look that let the bull know the fox had not forgotten what he had been asked, nor what Judy had been asked. The rabbit was certainly willing to forgive and forget, but Nick had other thoughts on the matter.

"Well, out with it, who the hell is behind this wild times business?" Asked Bogo, once again adopting a commanding and domineering tone.

"Mr Big," the fox replied, his best and most charming smile returning to his face.

"Of course!!! I should have known, his old Pa signed away all the drug dealing on this turf, so a new drug gets him back in the game," laughed the buffalo shaking his huge horned head. "I must be getting slow, should have thought of that sneaky bastard straight the way."

"Don't feel bad, it took one of the magistrates pointing it out to my face. I must be slipping, it's hanging around with too many cops, it has dulled my wits..." Nick froze as he received a frosty glare from one of those cops whom he had just accused of dulling his intellect.

"Well, Wild. Guess we got to set up a sting or..."

"Yeah, I had some thoughts about that," the fox cut in quickly.

"Oh you do, do you? First-year rookie is going to tell me how to run an op?" Bogo retorted with a good hint of venom in his words.

"First-year rookie you saw fit to send out alone and..."

"Yeah, don't go on about it Wild. I heard you the first time, and look you're right. I would never have sent anyone else out there like that, just you..."

"And Judy, you sent her out alone," shot the fox quickly.

"Yes, and that was wrong and I did apologise to her." The police chief tilted his head, "you sweet on Judy?"

"Oh Chief, that is none of your damned business and you can suck on my fox tail until you choke if you think simply saying sorry is enough," Nick pulled off his sunglasses. He wanted Bogo to see the absolute sincerity in his eyes and hear it in his tone as he added. "You might be chief of police, sitting behind your fancy desk, but I have seen your type on every fucking street corner. Every gang, every group, every fucking click has guys like you. You think I give a shit about you feeling bad about it? Even if you did, you didn't learn from it did ya? No, just went out and did the same to me, and to Richard too. One time's an accident three times is a fucking pattern, Sir. Or did they not teach that back when you went through the Acad..."

"Officer Wild!" Bogo bellowed and Nick knew his voice would have carried throughout the entire station. "Your point is taken, but don't forget where you are and who I am!"

"No indeed, I haven't forgotten. I never forget a bully, Sir!" Snapped the fox with a growl in his tone. "You never said sorry to me, I notice nor did you even say thank you. Any other officer stops a gang war I bet they'd be up in front of the mayor for a medal. Not the fox, no not him."

"WILD!!!" Bogo snapped with enough of a shout to make the glass in his office windows vibrate. "Your point is taken, get out!"

"Don't you want my help setting up a sting, I know a lot about Mr Big's operation?" Nick asked, with a hint of wounded pride in his tone.

"No Wild, you'll be too busy for any sting operations. You have parking ticket duty for the next three months at least," the buffalo snarled at him with a glare that let him know that he was lucky there was not an official reprimand going into his record.

"Guess I shouldn't be surprised, that's your go-to bully move for any officer you dislike," laughed the fox, snatching the doughnut off his desk. "I'm taking this back, you don't deserve it. Oh, about Richard, he's looking for a big man. That's his type, a big 'man' and not a 'bully' man. You big bull...y!"

"OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" fifteen exclamation marks rattled into every corner of the station and Nick's instincts told him to run or be skinned alive. So he closed the door and made a good show of fixing his tie. Every eye in the place was on him, every cop and criminal had heard the Chief's shouting.

Nick wandered back to the front desk and tossed his patrol car keys down, "give me the parking ticket kart keys, and in return, you may have this delicious jelly doughnut." The fox said to Clawhauser, holding up the doughnut that a mere five minutes earlier he had stolen from that very cheetah. However, Clawhauser was decidedly uncomplicated and a doughnut in the paw was worth a box in the bush. Or something to that effect.

"Chief seemed a tad upset with you," the gentle cheetah said as he took the doughnut and pulled out the forms to sign the patrol car in and the kart out.

"Chief's an ass," Nick replied and the feline gasped, as did a couple other officers that overheard him.

Ten minutes after he arrived at the station he left it, with the keys to the slow parking ticket kart spinning from his fingers. The fox swaggered up to it and pulled out his sunglasses putting them back on his nose. Then with a flourish he pulled out the jelly doughnut and took a bite, before he pulled out his mobile and dialled, "it's all done."

"That was fast, Nicky boy," Scotty's voice erupted into his ear.

"Yeah... well, I found it really quite cathartic, got very into it. Still, every officer will know I'm not on the sting, that the Chief doesn't like me and that nobody will be watching my back. The hustle is on, my dear Scotty," Nick replied, tossing the last of the doughnut into his mouth and swallowing with a little relish. There was something extra sweet about pulling off a con right in the police station and in front of the Chief of police no less.

"You... you sure? It's gonna be dangerous Nicky boy, still time to cut and run, if you want to." Nick knew that the rodent was right. However, that shrew had made an attempt on the life of a friend. Maybe Judy was safe because the artic shrew's daughter liked her. However, Nick also knew Judy would not give up and sooner or later Mr Big would go after another one of his friends.

"I'm in, still time for you to get out. If you want to," the fox replied calmly.

"No dice, Nicky boy! I'm going to scrag every last one of those scuggers if you guys don't arrest em. As it takes a long time to wash that much blood out of ma fur, your way's gonna save me some serious grooming time," Scotty replied and Nick smiled at the rat's wonderful mixture of misplaced confidence and violent rhetoric.

"Well, it's time for me to get to work. Somewhere in this city, there are parking meters that have not been fed enough and wherever they are... I'll be there, to slap some poor unfortunate with a fine."

"Yer doing god's work," lamented the rat in his ear. "Just don't think hard about which god."

"Watch your tail," Nick replied sincerely.

"You too. Be in touch," Scotty replied and the phone went dead.

Nick pulled out the pad of unwritten parking tickets. "It's petty bureaucratic nonsense time!" He announced to himself as he pulled away in the slow kart.

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The day had not gone well, seven farm suppliers down and not even a hint, or a sniff at a lead. Despite their very early start, it was already afternoon and Richard's stomach was complaining that it had been a very long time since he'd had his healthy breakfast of pancakes and second breakfast of cupcakes.

Even the normally energetic Judy was looking run down. "Just one more to go, " she announced as they got back into their patrol car.

"Should we stop by town first, get a bite to eat? It's been a while since we had those cupcakes," the tiger said, strongly hinting at his preference for a break.

"Sure, guess we could. You eager for some more pie?" There was a definite insinuation in the rabbit's tone.

"Or anything else you recommend. Though, yes I did enjoy Gideon's pie," Richard replied feeling a little warmth flush to his cheeks as the rabbit gave him a knowing look.

"It's ok you know, though this does blow your whole "foxes aren't my type" out of the water," Judy said with a chuckle.

"That's not what I said. I said Nick wasn't really my type and Gideon is... nice and fun. However, he's not the one I have my eye on," the tiger replied patiently and evenly.

"Oh... I thought you two had... hit it off," Richard could tell that Judy wasn't going to let the matter drop.

Taking a deep breath the tiger said, "please, just stop. My love life is... mine, ok?"

For a moment there was nothing but the sound of the car driving, the air in the car seemed to get stilted and warm. Eventually, Judy broke the silence, "sorry, I didn't mean to pry. It's just... you know; big family, lots of brothers and sisters. Plus it's a small town. Everyone knew what everyone else was doing, and who they were doing it with. Guess... I just am not very good at shutting up and letting people come to me. Which is a good thing for a cop, mostly. Asking the right questions and being forthright can be an asset."

"That's ok. I just... look, things are complicated," admitted the tiger.

"Ok, well if you ever want someone to talk to... I got two big ears right here," the rabbit pointed to her long ears which were tied back to avoid rubbing on the car roof. "Plus a lot of experience with complicated relationships. Us rabbits have big families..."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," chuckled the tiger with a roll of his eyes.

"Big families make things complicated. I mean, my parents are both from around here. They both have loads of brothers and sisters too. You know how awkward it is to try and figure out if the guy you fancy is actually your cousin, or second cousin or...anything. Honestly, it felt like I needed to get a DNA test for my prom date... or would have if I'd had a date for the prom," Judy's words rattled off at her normal breakneck pace. "So yeah, you want complicated, try dealing with two-second cousins and a third cousin in a love triangle that somehow has evolved into a polycule without any of them realising they share at least one great-grandparent."

Richard quickly pushed the rabbit incest out of his mind to focus on the most important issue, "you didn't go to your prom either?"

"Yeah, I was studying for the academy entrance exam and my finals and dealing with Sasha and her ferret boyfriend which... Don't get me started. I mean my dad has a fox thing, he was also bullied by a fox in school... funny enough also called Gideon, but not related at all. Just random Gideon fox bullies. Still, Carlton was a nice ferret, polite and sweet. Which is the exact opposite of Sasha's normal type. I mean I was all for him dating one of my sisters, but not Sasha I just figured she'd get bored and dump him in a few months... anyway so I spent my prom night with a heartbroken ferret on one shoulder... funny story, he's now my brother-in-law." Judy gave Richard a wink and added. "Though weirdly he married my elder brother Tony. Much better fit, Tony is also polite and sweet."

Once more the tiger mentally edited down Judy's rants to the key parts, "I didn't go to prom either. Parents had kicked me out and... the guy I asked said "no way fag." That's me though, always picking the wrong guy, apparently, my type is big, studly and so far inside the closet it's not even funny. Peter, Bobby, and I'm just going right down that route again with Bog..." the tiger stopped as he realised he had said too much.

"Bog... you dated a guy called Bog..." the rabbit asked and Richard saw her eyes open wide and her ears stand up straight as the penny dropped, "... OH!"

Giving a sigh, Richard knew he would not be able to walk back on that slip of the tongue. "Yeah, him."

"Ok... so you have a crush on your boss... that's not that... unusual," the rabbit replied with far too much diplomacy and a few too many pauses for comfort.

"Well, It's not exactly a crush," he mumbled with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Sure, it's not a crush to you. Just he's your boss and I'm pretty sure he's straight," Judy said with a tone that was just a little too close to condescension for comfort.

"How much do you want to bet that he's at least bisexual? Hundred, two-hundred?" Richard shot back with a knowing smile.

"The Chief? No, he's... I mean, I've never seen him with a girlfriend. Though I have not known him that long. I just can't see him, you know, with another guy," the rabbit replied. "He's married to the force."

"Well, in that case, he's a cheat," laughed the tiger. Then he smacked his paw over his own mouth and hoped that Judy did not pick up on the connotations of what he had just said. He wondered if he was being interrogated, he knew there were a lot of good techniques to getting a perp talking and Judy had wanted him to talk.

"No, look there's no way the Chief would do that. No offence but it's not like he's just going to break regs and go for one of his own officers. You make it sound like some sordid romance nov..."

Richard was not listening to her words, he was staring at her face and suddenly the penny dropped in his own mind, "OH!" He said out loud, cutting through whatever Judy was saying to try and wheedle the truth out of him. "Oh, you're really good Officer Hopps."

"Good? Well, I am a diligent officer and I care about my community...so I suppose you could say I was good..."

"Yeah, cut the crap. How long have you known?" Richard asked, wondering which of the two foxes had spilt the beans. Nick was surprisingly good at keeping secrets, Gideon... he was less sure about.

"Since the warehouse," the rabbit replied with a chuckle.

"Nick pro..."

"Oh, Nick never said a word, ears like these don't miss much. When someone is fucking on the other side of a door, I know," laughed the rabbit with a twinkle in her eyes. "I just didn't know if it was just the drugs you guys inhaled or if there was something more."

"Ah," Richard mumbled, embarrassed and wondering if any of the other officers at the station might have figured it out and were just keeping it quiet. "There's something more, I'm just not entirely sure what it is. I like him and I think he likes me. However, we haven't exactly been on many dates and... I dunno. It's..."

"Complicated!" They said in unison as Judy joined in, with a sad smile she added. "Well, I'm sure you guys will figure it out. Though if you want to talk, I got two big ears that are up to the task."

"Let's find somewhere to eat, that isn't staffed by someone who makes things even more complicated and I can see if those ears are up to the task," Richard agreed.

"Never question a bunny's ears!" Snorted Judy with a fiery look in her eye, before they both laughed.

The two found a small place to pull in for a bite to eat and a chat. Richard felt good talking to someone else, though he also felt slightly guilty. Bogo was very much a private person and he doubted the bull would be happy to know his rabbit officer knew so much about what happened between him and the tiger. However, given she already knew Richard thought it was not a betrayal of trust.

He was slightly disappointed to hear Judy had no silver bullets for dealing with the problem. "It sounds to me like you two just need to talk. Maybe have a date, see how you mesh and not just on a... sexual level." Was her advice. "Things probably would get a lot less complicated, if you talked."

"Any ideas on how to get Bogo into that conversation and on the date?" Richard asked as they got back in their patrol car. They had one more place to investigate before they would have to consider other options.

"Not if he's trying to avoid it," admitted the rabbit. "You can't force these conversations and if you try things just get messy."

Richard nodded, knowing that she was right. He was ready and willing to talk, and a lot more than just talk. Bogo so far had been up for the 'a lot more' but not the actual footwork that you needed to put in to get there. "Ok, I think we have discussed my failed love life enough for one day, we should focus on the job for a bit."

"Right, Last place is Markies Farming. These guys are pretty new, only set up here about five years ago." Judy informed him, she had done that on the way to every place. Richard took it as more a vocal reminder for herself than her lack of faith in him reading the list and details she had provided.

"So you won't have friends working here?" All the previous seven places had at least a couple of people who had known the rabbit from back before she put on her uniform.

"I'd be shocked if they brought in all their own staff. Most likely they hired from the town," she replied with a chuckle. "Though I won't know the boss and he won't have any stories of me as a kit." Three owners had told the tiger wonderfully cute stories of the mischief his temporary partner had gotten up to as a kit. The tiger had loved to hear them, while Judy had been very insistent that they get back to the topic at paw.

"Oh don't worry, you'll get to hear plenty more of those when you have dinner with my parents tonight," Judy laughed and then added, "of course, they will ask you many many questions about yours. So I might get a little payback." The car pulled up to a work yard with a warehouse and several other buildings.

"So... that dinner invite, I don't suppose..."

"You can't escape it, or my mother will turn up at your bed and breakfast to ask why you did not come to taste her cooking. Do you really want to look into her eyes and give an honest answer?" Richard felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought of the matronly and welcoming rabbit he had met the previous day. He knew that Judy and her mother had won. There are some things that no man can face.

"You win," he replied, submitting to his fate.

"There are no winners here, just two cops and a metric fuckton of farming supplies on trucks," Judy replied as they glanced around the yard. Her assessment was correct, there were at least three lorries packed or half packed with large crates.

Richard noted none of the crates had any delivery details. That seemed slightly odd, certainly different from how the other places had operated. Potentially a clue, potentially the sloppy business practice of a new startup company that has not yet learned to slap the delivery address on everything in case it 'falls off the lorry' en route to its destination.

The two of them worked their way quickly to the small office building. They knocked on the door which had a sign announcing it as the main office. "Come!" A voice called out. Stepping inside they found the front desk, such as it was, with no receptionist behind it. Richard had noted the lack of any staff actually packing the lorries as well. "I'm in the office!" A voice called out from an open door.

Walking through the found an office with a huge wooden desk, covered in newspapers, "nine letter word for persons looking for the truth of the matter..." the voice mumbled from behind his paper. Whoever it was a fairly big species. The feet on the table said canine, but what kind of dog or wolf was impossible to say with the paper above his face. "Starts with an I..."

"Inspection?" Judy suggested and then shook her head. "Are you Mr Markie?"

"Mr Markie is my father," the voice said with a chuckle as he put the paper down. The voice belonged to a wolf, with black fur and yellow eyes. "How may I help you... ZPD officers? A bit outside your jurisdiction aren't you? Oh, and inspection does not fit unless seven across is wrong, which I am certain it's not."

"Yes, Sir. We are just conducting a little bit of a look about..."

"A city cop conducting a 'look about' on farming suppliers?" Richard's ears tingled to hear those words. The wolf clearly knew they had been to other places.

"Honestly, Sir. We don't suspect anyone in this county of committing any crime. We are just looking to ask if you have had any unusual orders for equipment from Zootopia?" the rabbit replied calmly and a little too honestly for Richard's tastes. Nick would never have given the suspect so much information upfront. Though technically Mr Markie was not a suspect just a 'helpful citizen'. Though the tiger suspected the wolf was unlikely to be that helpful.

The wolf reached out and grabbed a ledger and tossed it towards them. "I got nothing to hide. However, we've never shipped anything to the city. Hell, I haven't been to the city since I set up here and most of my staff are locals."

"Where are your staff?" Judy asked with an innocent smile.

"Oh, honestly... I gave them the afternoon off. I have a headache and nobody wants to work for a wolf with a bad head." The wolf replied with a grin that showed far too many teeth and far too little smile. Richard was unimpressed as he licked his own sharper and larger fangs, with his mouth closed. "Stress headache and I can't even complete the Bunny Burrows Times crossword. Plus we only have one shipment going out this week, a bunch of stuff for Berkshire."

"Mind if I ask what you are shipping?" The rabbit asked calmly, clearly ignoring the teeth on display.

"What we sell, little bunny, it's farming equipment. A range of irrigation gear, polythene tunnels and the like. It's all there if you want to look," the wolf said, waving a paw at the ledger.

"Thank you, Sir. You have been very helpful," she replied and gave Richard a look. The tiger nodded slightly. He had what he needed too, there was no doubt in his mind.

"Sadly can't say the assistance has been mutual, as you have taken up valuable crossword time and didn't help with a single answer," snorted the wolf, lifting his paper back up in a clear dismissing gesture.

"Indagation," Richard replied and got to enjoy seeing the wolf's face come back into view with a baffled look on his face.

"What did you say, boy?" There was more than a hint of a threat in his tone.

"Nine letter word for persons looking for the truth of the matter, starting with I; indagation," the tiger said evenly allowing his own sharp teeth to show just a little.

The wolf's eyes went wide and he glanced at his paper, "well, I'll be... it fits. You sure that fancy word of yours means what you think it does?"

"You are free to look it up, if you don't believe me," Richard replied and then tipped his cap. "Have a nice day now."

The tiger and rabbit left while the wolf scrambled to put the answer into his crossword. As soon as they reached the car Richard said, "this is the place."

A smile spread across Judy's face, "I agree, but why do you think so?"

"Berkshire's my home. Mostly they farm chickens out there. Free range. Not a lot of call for plant-growing stuff. It's much hillier out there, less good for planting, better for eggs and bird ranching. So there's no way someone needs three lorries worth of planting gear. I mean... I suppose it's possible some insane person is setting up a new plant-growing farm. Too cold for tomatoes though, maybe strawberries, but most likely it's just rubbish. How did you figure it out?"

"He lied, he said he hadn't been to Zootopia since he set up the business. However, he had an issue of the Tundra Town times from last week on his desk. Still stuck on the crossword. That's a very local paper. Their distribution doesn't extend out here." The rabbit replied as they got into the car. "Plus, he gave his staff the day off suddenly because he had a headache? More likely someone let slip we were around asking questions and he came up with a bunch of lies and didn't want his staff around to point them out."

"The thing is... selling this stuff isn't a crime. Why hide it?" Richard asked, deep in thought.

"It's possible he knows why they are buying what they are buying. I mean that's a lot of equipment for an urban area." Judy replied after a long pause, clearly, she too was trying to think it through. "Whoever is paying him might just have decided to bring them in, or maybe just outright threatened him. I mean it's not illegal but it's a huge fucking red flag to have loads of hydroponic gear sent to somewhere in the city. That's how weed farms get tracked sometimes."

"So what are we going to do?" the tiger asked, he could see the logic in her arguments.

"Wait until they close for the evening and do a little... as Nick would say innocent reconnoitring." Chuckled the rabbit.

"You mean go back at 1am and have a good poke through those lorries and crates to see if we can figure out where they are actually being sent?" Laughed the tiger.

"Yes, technically not entirely legal," the rabbit seemed a little hesitant to say that. "I think Nick is having a bad effect on me."

"Yeah, well you are having a good effect on him so it balances out," Richard replied quickly.

"Ha! I see why Nick likes you so much," Judy replied with a smile. "You stroke his ego."

"And just his ego!" Confirmed the tiger with a firm glance. "So... next stop my bed and breakfast?" He asked hopeful that Judy might have forgotten their evening plans.

"Nice try! Next stop dinner, with my entire family. Watch out for my little sister Nessy, she's a biter!" Snorted the rabbit with a cackle of evil laughter.

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"Did you put the right amount of money in the metre? No, you didn't. Am I an officer of the law? Yes, I am. Will I give you a ticket... probably not. It's paperwork you see, never could get used to it. Gives you papercuts and gets ink on my paws," mumbled the fox, entirely to the car he was standing next to. Next to being a generous description, as the car belonged to a mouse and the fox towered above it by some way. Tiny cars needed tiny tickets and they never printed properly.

The day had been dull and dreary so far. The fox probably would have gotten a record for the fewest tickets ever handed out. Because he never gave them, unless the driver caught him catching them. Then it was all down to what sort of attitude they had. If they tried to charm or scare him out of giving them a ticket, then they got one. Nick prided himself on being able to judge people and their sincerity. As a person who had spent most of his life faking it, he could spot a faker a mile away.

It was while he was talking to a random mouse car that the sun suddenly went dark. As a huge animal loomed over him. The fox looked up and just recognised the polar bear he felt two powerful paws grab him around the shoulders, "Mr Big, would like a word."

"As an officer of the law, I always have time to talk to helpful members of society," Nick replied with his most charming smile. He may have well tried to stop a landslide with his smile, for all the good it did. The bear gave a grunt and a second later a large car pulled up and the fox was tossed into the back of it.

The car was not empty, two more huge polar bears were sitting opposite him, and in between them the tiny form of Mr Big. Nick gave the Shrew a nervous smile, "Hello, Sir. I hope Fru Fru is doing well." If he hoped for a mention of his daughter's fondness for Judy and thus by association her friend the fox would help him those hopes died quickly with a look.

"I have been hearing things, Nick. Things like you were responsible for me losing a warehouse of Wild times. New production, I had only just set that up and not even got a single proper shipment out." The fact that he was admitting to a crime did not factor in the shrew's thoughts. Nor Nick's, if Mr Big was talking this plainly it meant he did not expect the fox to be an issue by the end of the conversation, one way or another.

"Well, I wouldn't say I can be given all the cre... blame. It wasn't me who caught one of your dealers, or who made him squeal. I only turned up after the raid had started," the fox replied evenly, trying not to look at the two bears who could tear him limb from limb with a single motion from the shrew. Mr Big knew the value of muscle and his bears were very well paid. The cops had made more than a couple of attempts to penetrate their ranks only to be found out before they even got in the door. Mr Big had cops on his payroll too, everyone knew that. At least everyone on the streets, though he was sure Bogo would have noticed by now. "Besides, I got busted down to ticket duty, not exactly the reward given to an up-and-coming officer who just scored a major drug bust."

"Indeed, I heard you and the Chief did not see eye to eye," Mr Big replied, his tone flat and even. Nick would hate to have to play poker against the man, no doubt he could bluff with the very best of them. Also, he probably had the thumbs of anyone who beat him broken.

"Not sure what I was thinking. I mean I joined the force for what turned out to be a fairly mediocre pay packet and honestly you try getting bribes with Judy around. She's way too... focused on the little details to see the greater good that can be achieved through... a little mutual cooperation."

"You, however, are not so limited," It was phrased in a way it could have been either a statement or a question. Nick chose to interpret it as the latter.

"Well, if there's one thing you learn on the streets it's that not everything is simple, good guys and bad guys. Just labels really that the media slap on whoever takes their fancy that week, while the rest of us just keep slogging trying to make our way," Nick was worried he might be laying it on a little thick. However, he also knew he had just one chance to convince Mr Big he wanted to join his payroll.

"I am sorry to hear you are not satisfied with your remuneration. I always thought you were a guy to watch," that response was a double-edged sword. There were two reasons to watch someone, to see what you can get out of them or because you thought they might become a threat. Nick hoped the shrew was talking of the former. "Still, a fox who has the... the testicular fortitude to sell me, ME! A Skunk-butt rug. That's a mammal with talent. A man with that kind of tongue and a badge that gets him places my men can't go, that gets him details I might not hear until too late... well, such a mammal should be well paid."

"I most heartily agree," Nick replied, letting a slight smile come onto his face.

"Then we are in agreement," Mr Big said. The fact neither one of them had actually said anything specific about what the agreement was, did not matter. Nick knew he had just picked up a second job. "However, your tiger friend he..."

"He's just a rookie, young eager and literally you scared the piss right out of him," Nick cut in quickly. "You don't need to waste money on hitmen, or hitmice, for a rookie. Plus after a failed attempt a second would probably not go down well. Cops get really upset when you kill one of their own." They both knew that upset cops found crimes, even if they had to cause them to find them.

"It was... a decision in anger. I must be getting old to have let myself slip like that," the shrew replied and Nick knew what he was being offered.

"Oh it's reasonable and... thus far nobody knows who is behind it. I am sure that it could stay that way. In the interests of the people of the city, you understand," Nick replied, his sweet words pouring out like thick honey. "Cops against gangsters, it only leads to mess and bloodshed. Better that they focus their attention on those who really cause disruption. Druggies, drunks, thieves and the like. Businessmen such as yourself... well they should be left alone."

For a long moment, there was silence and Nick worried he might have pushed too much bullshit into the old Shrew's face. Mr Big was no man's fool. Though he could still buy a skunk butt rug if properly dressed up. "True. However, I will need you to prove your good faith, we will collect you tonight and set you a task. If you can fulfil your obligations then you will not find me ungenerous in my gratitude. If not... I believe you are familiar with my ice room."

A little too familiar, Nick had to agree. He just nodded dumbly, letting his fear show. That was the easiest part of the con because he really was terrified. However, a few moments later the door to the car opened and he found himself halfway across the city from where he parked his ticket kart. "They could have at least dropped me where they picked me up," grumbled the fox as he pulled out his phone and texted Scotty. "contact made, I'm in." The rat replied with a single thumbs-up emoji. That was a little uncharacteristic for the normally very verbal rat. However, given that if anything went wrong they would all end up on ice, Nick could understand the muted response.

As he walked to the nearest tram station he wondered what task Mr Big would have for him that night. He knew it would be unpleasant and most definitely a crime. That would be the idea, get him to commit a crime, probably on camera, as leverage in case the fox turned against him. Definitely, a problem for the fox, because he was doing this with the full intention of handing Mr Big and his entire organisation over to the Chief. It would be a good apology for the rude, though at least partially truthful, accusations he had laid on the bull. His career in uniform might turn out to be a short one, but likely an eventful one too.

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"And so I said to the teacher, "well she might have broken the bottle, but the rest of the lab was smoking when we got here"," Stu Hopps said and Richard burst out laughing. He was at a table surrounded by rabbits, and a ferret that had given him a shy smile and a wave. The Hopps' family dinner table. Or one of them anyway. The tiger had no idea how the two managed to raise so many kits and still run a successful farm.

"Oh wow, remind me to stay clear next time you go down to the crime lab," the tiger said to Judy with a wink, making the female rabbit roll her eyes.

"Hey, it was just one accident..." She began to explain.

"Two, dear. It was two accidents. Three if you count the time we were called in about that young wolf cub," Bonnie cut in as she passed a slice of cake to one of her sons. They had all been introduced, technically. Though Richard had no idea what the wolf cub incident was, he did know that even the mention of it made Judy hide behind her ears.

"Oh, I want to hear that story!" Richard said, with a full Cheshire cat grin on his face.

"Oh, I bet you do hun. However, if I told you that one, Judy wouldn't speak to me for weeks." Laughed Bonnie, cutting another slice of cake and handing it to another pair of eager paws from another child. "Although, she only calls me a couple of times a week now, so I might not even notice..."

"Mom!" Judy cut in sharply. "I call when I can. Police work keeps us up late and most days I just go straight to bed."

"Doesn't sound like much of a life, if it's all police work and sleep. What about you, Richard? Do you just go home and fall asleep?" The matronly rabbit asked and Richard knew very well the mother was playing him off against her daughter.

"Somedays. Though I also like to get out and see the city. I mean, there's a lot to explore and some fun things too. Though... it can be awkward at times. When the uniform is off I'm just another predator and since the night howler business..."

"Which Judy put a stop to, didn't you sweety?" Stu cut in, his tone bursting with pride for his crime-fighting daughter.

"I had help," Judy replied, but from the awkward smile that she gave her father, Richard knew she liked hearing it the way it was in Stu's mind.

Just for a second, he found himself back home, the room was empty save for himself and his parents. His mother served home-cooked food with an extra helping of religious mumbo jumbo. While his father watched and scowled at his report card. "A B plus in maths? All that time in your room 'studying' and the best you can bring is a B fucking plus?"

Suddenly the air in the room seemed extra thin, his heart began to race and he could feel tears starting to form in his eyes. "I just.... Where's your restroom?"

"Nearest one is out in the hall, second door on the left. If you find yourself in a broom closet you've gone too far," Stu replied pointing him in the direction.

Richard fled to the bathroom as quickly as he thought was polite and as soon as the door was closed he let out a few panicked panted breaths. Grabbing a towel he dabbed his eyes dry and forced all thoughts of his own home out of his mind. Feeling more stable he flushed the toilet and washed his paws, just in case anyone was listening. He spotted the front door as he left the bathroom and called out, "I'm just going to grab a breath of air."

Richard did not wait for a response, he left and walked away from the building. Enjoying the cool air as he fought to keep his emotions under check. He found a tree and placed his back against it and looked out over the green valley.

"Hey, you ok?" Richard recognised Judy's voice and turned to face her. "Sorry, my family can be a bit..."

"They're wonderful," The tiger cut in passionately. "Just... a bit much, dunno if this makes sense but... it's nice to see someone getting it right. Just when you see it you got to wonder why the fuck your own parents weren't able to do it. I mean... they only had one kid, and they couldn't even get that right."

Judy was silent, which the tiger had to admit was the smart thing to do. There was not much that could be said about it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring things down."

"Oh please, I should be thanking you. If we weren't out here my mother would be telling you the hairclip, polar bear cub story and then I'd have to kill you," the rabbit said with a reassuring smile.

"Oh, well maybe we should head back in." Richard gave a slight chuckle. "I never expected to come back out here, I mean you run away to the city to get away from the country, not the other way around."

"I get that, as a fellow rural runaway." the rabbit replied as they watched the sun going down. "It's getting late. We shouldn't stay too much longer or my mom will feed you more things and you don't want to try and sneak with a belly full of her pound cake."

Richard nodded, "plus we could have a short nap in my room. As long as we set some alarms. Depending on what we find we might not get much sleep."

"You ready to say goodbye to my folks?" Judy asked.

"No, but we should anyway." Admitted the tiger. They were not his family but saying goodbye to the sort of family warmth he had longed for as a kit was not easy. Bonnie gave him another awkward waist-high hug and Stu shook his paw. They invited him back if he and Judy ended up staying longer, or if he was ever back in Bunny Burrows.

On the drive back to the bed and breakfast, Richard was too lost in thought to say much. Judy did her usual rambling thing and his brain listened on autopilot. Every now and then he piped up with a comment or observation, to make sure she knew he was listening, if only with one ear.

His room only had one bed, but it was a large predator king-sized. So the two could easily fit with a good couple of feet of respectful distance between them. The tiger expected to lay awake for hours and yet a few moments after his head hit the pillow he was snoring.

Waking with a snort a few hours later as his phone alarm went off. He found the couple-of-foot-of-respectful-distance had vanished and Judy was snuggled up under his arm. Richard slipped out of the bed immediately, waking Judy in the process. "It's time." He muttered and it was indeed half twelve at night.

The two snuck out of his room as quietly as they could. The small rural town was utterly dead in the darkness. Their patrol car sounded as loud as thunder as they started it up, the noise seeming extra loud and rude in the silence. They drove away and out into the night. It took a few minutes to find a place to hide the car, a short walk from Markies Farming yard. They could see the three lorries still waiting right where they had been earlier.

The gate was locked but they scaled the wall easily. The place did not have any security cameras or even on-site security staff overnight. A kind of lax attitude to security that you never found in the city. "Where first, the office?" Richard asked in a whisper.

"No, might be alarmed, and it will be locked. Let's check the lorries." Judy replied, moving towards the nearest lorry. The door was locked. "Wish Nick was here." The rabbit muttered.

"Yeah, so he could use those totally innocent businessman skills he has," chuckled the tiger. "This might turn out to be a very pointless illegal search if we can't get in anywhere to search illegally."

"Go check the back, see if it's locked," Judy replied with a strange look in her eye.

Richard did as he was asked, the back of the truck had been safely padlocked. "It's locked," he called out in a loud whisper.

"Cabs unlocked," Judy replied and Richard dashed to the front of the lorry, climbing up into the driver's seat. Judy already had the glovebox open. "Nothing here." She whispered.

"How did you open the door? It was locked, we both checked," the tiger asked as he checked under the sunshade. Despite everything he had seen in every movie ever there were neither keys nor clues there.

"Nick's not the only one with skills. He's just better at it." Snorted the rabbit with a wink. "I'm gonna try the back. You ok?"

The tiger shrugged, "yeah, just... I don't like this. I never liked the rogue cop trope in movies and I like it even less when living it."

"Yeah, it's not exactly my proudest moment. However, these people tried to kill you and we are just looking for a hint as to where they are setting up now." The rabbit replied, but Richard could see the doubt in her eyes. "Think Nick's really rubbing off on me too much."

Chuckling the tiger jumped out of the cab, "we're here now. Let's get this done and get to the part where we never speak of this to anyone ever!"

"You have yourself a deal," the rabbit replied. "Now give me a boost, this truck is kinda high for us smaller species."

Richard knelt down, giving Judy a tiger thigh to stand on while she picked the padlock. Using her big rabbit ears to listen to the sounds of the lock as she fiddled with lockpicking tools. Richard could not help but note that any citizen caught with those tools without a licence could face charges of travelling equipped to commit a crime.

However, despite his discomfort, the lock popped free quickly and they lifted the sliding door just enough for the two of them to slip inside. Turning on their torches they began to scan the crates. They were nailed shut, but there was a crowbar right there and Richard picked one of the biggest crates and using a little muscle he forced the lid up to reveal, "polythene tunnels, literally what they said they were selling."

"No address, or invoice, or anything useful," lamented the rabbit. "I am beginning to think this was both a bad idea and a waste of ti..." Her words cut off to the sound of a car. The cops turned off their torches and slipped to the door, listening to the creak of a gate opening. "Cheese and crackers!" The rabbit cursed. Richard said nothing but he pulled the sliding door down to close it. Hoping that whoever was there would not notice the padlock was on the ground and just leave.

From outside they heard several car doors slam shut, "Why are we doing this now? I thought this stuff didn't need to go to the city until tomorrow?" A voice asked.

"Mr Markie says they have to go now. Apparently, the client is really desperate for their gear. Worried they might miss the peak growing season." Another voice replied.

"Doesn't matter," added a third voice. "Mr Markie pays the bills, he says we take it now, we take it now. So stop your complaining and do one last check of your load before we head out." The two cops exchanged a panicked look, Richard gestured at the crate he had open and Judy nodded. The two moved as quickly as they could without making any noise and climbed inside the crate, pulling the lid down as firmly as they dared. Then they waited.

There were some words they could not make out, muffled by so much in between them. Then they heard the sound of the lorry door sliding up. Through the tiny crack in the lid, a light shone and the two held their breath, waiting to see if they had been caught. However, just as Richard was realising he needed to breathe he heard the door sliding shut again and then he heard the sound of a padlock being secured. "Well... at least we are going to find out where this stuff is going," Richard whispered as the lorry engine roared to life.

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"When I was a criminal, I kept all my appointments," Nick grumbled. The clock on his phone had just hit half seven in the morning. Mr Big had suggested someone was going to pick him up that night. If they did not arrive soon he would have to go back to work. That he might have insulted and pissed off his boss to get himself punishment duty for nothing was sitting foremost in his mind. He thought he might be able to explain, maybe if Bogo was in a good mood...

That thought died in his mind as someone knocked on his door. The fox jumped up, he was wearing street clothes. Because wearing a police uniform to commit a crime, might send mixed signals. Though from Nick's personal experiences, only minor mixed signals and only to some people. "Hey, glad you remembered me." He announced as he opened the door and recognised one of Mr Big's polar bear goons towering above him.

"Come, now," the bear growled as he gestured down the hallway.

"Well I always come when a big studly bear tells me to," Nick replied, deciding that if he was risking his life he was going out the way he had lived; taking nothing seriously and flirting with anyone and everyone he could get away with. The bear did not crack a smile or respond in any way, but it did follow him out into the street.

Stepping onto the streets he could feel the city beginning to wake. Nick got into the car that was waiting for him outside. Mr Big was not there, just a second nameless polar bear. "Oh dear, I am going to get a rep as a bear chaser, if you guys keep knocking on my door. Though, I wouldn't mind. So where are we going?"

No answer came the stern reply and the fox knew that his jokes would almost certainly fall on deaf bear ears. Though he had to think that Richard would probably enjoy some time with one or both of the ursine escorts he had. It was a pity and a blessing that the tiger was far out of harm's way. Along with Judy, another blessing and curse. He missed his partner but knew she would never have let him do what he was about to do.

"So, are you guys all related? I mean don't get me wrong, but it's weird Mr Big hires mainly polar bears," he muttered and the bear on the left's face twisted. "Still, I suppose you want muscle in Tundra Town polar bears are your go-to stop right? I mean the arctic foxes, wolves and hares can hardly compare. Hey, is it true you can smell blood from a mile away? I heard that you got really good noses."

"T'is true," the bear on the left said.

"Alan! We are not supposed to talk to the newbie until he does the thing!" The other bear cut in.

"Oh, I know. It's not like I gave anything away Steve," The bear really stressed Steve's name to point out that his name had been given away first.

"Hey... yeah... sorry Bro, didn't mean to give you away," mumbled Steve, a cute pink hue coming to his cheeks.

"Ah, I can't stay mad at you Bro, besides you gave my name by accident. I just gave yours because I was mad. Dick move... you still up for brunch once we finish?" Alan responded, with a look that Nick was pretty sure that their brunch would end up with both bears screaming each others' names.

"Hey... I like brunch..." he cut in and the words died on his lips as the two turned their attention back to him. The fox straightened his shirt nervously and continued "... So I can recommend some great brunch places. There's this place, Albertos..."

"Oh! I love Alberto's, they have a proper omelette station and everything. Also, it's not a buffet, all made to order. So fancy," Alan practically squealed and Nick saw Steve roll his eyes. Alan leant down and whispered, "he prefers the buffet, it's cheaper and all you can eat."

"Well yeah, but I mean quality is a factor too," the fox responded.

"Yes, totally! I mean, there are omelettes and then there's watery egg mush and I'd rather one plate of the former than..." Alan glanced at the other bear whose face was twisting in a way Nick had never seen a bear's face twist before. "Sorry, Bro. I like Ricky's too, plus it's really close to you know where." Alan held up his fist. "Still brunch Bros, right?"

Steve took a deep breath and turned to look out the window. However, he did lift his huge paw and give Alan the gentlest of fist bumps. "Yeah! Brunch Bros!"

"You guys might like Marrielle's in the rainforest district. They do a nice brunch buffet, but they have a proper omelette station." The fox interjected with a slightly conciliatory tone. "Cheaper than Ricky's too. It's just opposite the Benji hotel. Nice hotel, great views of the forest, each room has a little private balcony, and they give customers a buy one get one free at Marrielle's."

Alan gave him a smile and a wink, however, Steve did not turn or acknowledge that anything had been said. However, Nick took the lack of a threat or growl as some form of acceptance. It was good to be making friends, even if it was with people he was likely to arrest in the future. At least they could have a nice brunch and a reasonably priced romantic hotel, and the private balcony was something special. There was something beautiful about leaning over a balcony and taking in the majestic glory of the mixture of technology and nature that it had taken to create that district, while a handsome stud bred your ass like you were a two-dollar whore. The fox hoped to someday take Judy there.

His thoughts on the hotel and Judy vanished as the car stopped and Alan opened the door. As he got out the bear whispered, "the blood things exaggerated by the way. I mean on the arctic tundra, yes, but in the city, there's so many smells and stuff. I can barely smell what's in front of my nose most of the time."

"Oh, you learn something new every day," the fox replied with a smile. "Thank you for the lift." A growl from Steve let the other two know they were not alone. At least a dozen polar bears were around. Along with far too many rodents of all sizes, scurrying back and forth in a large warehouse. All of the animals were working together to set up some benches and equipment. It immediately reminded Nick of the warehouse they had busted into a few nights ago. The one where Richard and Bogo had first gotten to really know each other.

The fox glanced around and smiled thinking that at least this time he would not need to try and clean cum off two officers while distracting the entire ZPD. Bogo really owed him a medal of valour for that one. Two new bears moved to his flank and he was slightly sad to see Alan and Steve getting back into the car and leaving. "Guess it's Bro brunch time," the fox muttered to himself with a wry smile.

Walking between the two bears he advanced into the warehouse. Moving past the guys emptying large crates of equipment and into the back offices of the large warehouse. Where he found Mr Big. The shrew was sitting on a tiny desk, perched on a larger desk with his largest and most feared polar bear sitting at the full-sized desk. Even sitting the brute's head was near to the ceiling.

"Ah Nick, welcome," Mr Big said. "Sorry to have kept you waiting. However, there was a development and things changed. I'm sure you understand."

"The life of a businessman is dealing with one crisis after the last crisis," the fox replied. Though he was never the kind of businessman that Mr Big had been.

"Yes indeed, and I'm afraid this last crisis rather popped up out of nowhere. Fortunately, for me, I have a new man who knows just how to deal with it." Mr Big gave him a nod of understanding and a smile that was devoid of even the slightest bit of mirth.

Nick felt the fur on the back of his neck standing on end. Someone was looking at him, and it was not the two murderous mobsters sitting in front of him. The fox turned slowly to find a small but familiar figure standing in the doorway, "S...Scotty?!" What are you doing here?"

"Sorry Nicky boy, Mr Big might be a criminal, but he is my kind of criminal. At least he's willing to pay, and he don't turn his back on Little Rodentia. Unlike your bigjob friends." The rat hissed at him sliding into the room. Two more bears followed him.

"Young Scott here has enlightened me as to your plans. Oh, Nicholas. Did you really think I would take you on without checking? One loud shouting at by your boss?" The shrew sneered at him and the fox noticed the shadows of three bears starting to blot out the electric light.

"Well, that and a lifetime of taking care of number one," the fox admitted bitterly. "Still, Scotty, you and I were friends..."

"Friends!? You think we were friends?" Laughed Scotty and then he spat on the floor before the fox's feet. "You were just looking to use me, same as always Nicky boy. The uniform didn't change you at all. Mr Big, now he's using me too, but he's paying me for it and we made a deal. No Wild Times in Little Rodentia and the Magistrates get some muscle when we need backup. For once I'll have more than my own fucking claws when I go into some thieves fucking kip to get back what he stole."

"But... what about the rest of the city... come on Scotty, I know you," Nick began to plead, not sure why because even if the rat turned back to his side the two of them and their wits were no match for even one enraged polar bear.

"The rest of the city? Where were they when my sister was...was...? Where were they when the bastard that done her came back to threaten my ma?" snarled the rat. "You fucking bigjobs don't give a fuck about crime too small to see... you think my Ma would give a fuck about some scumbag fox that only tried to use her son? Who... who didn't know she was dead and buried? You use her name like you knew her... you don't know SHIT, Nicky boy." Nick gasped to hear that last bit. The enraged rat walked slowly towards him and he found himself stepping away, suddenly backing into a warm white wall behind him.

"She died trying to get justice from you fucking bigjobs, smashed on Carlton street by some fucking rhino who strayed into the rodent lane, just for a moment." Scotty bellowed, with so much rage anyone would think Nick had been at the wheel of the Rhino's car. "Reported it to the cops in Blaydon Road, tell me Nicky boy, tell me exactly how many FUCKS do you think they gave for a dead rat who never did nothing wrong? Huh? HOW MANY... you stinking fucking thieving scugging cunt?!"

"Well... I think that about covers that. However, I'm not an unkind Shrew. So I will allow you the dignity to say goodbye to your friends before you all get acquainted with the fishlife in the river," Mr Biog said, and the fox's jaw dropped as the door opened again and Judy was pushed in, followed by Richard. They both had their hands bound and tape around their mouths. "Tried to sneak into my operation in a crate of farm gear. I've never known cops to be that stupid."

"This the moment where I prove myself, right boss man?" Scotty said, pulling out a small injection. In his tiny paws, it was huge and Nick had a feeling he would not like the contents. "You want me to scag all three, or just Nicky boy?"

"Well, Nick, time to say goodbye. Scott, you may do all three if you wish. Start with the rabbit, Fru Fru likes her and I would not have her suffer too much," the shrew said, his voice without the tiniest hint of compassion.

"Touch her and I'll fucking kill you!" Nick snarled, baring his teeth and his claws. A blur of white and Nick got to experience the full sensation of flight, with a painful start and even more painful stop as his little body crashed into the desk and bent over it.

"Hold up his head, I want him to see this!" Scotty called out and the rat leapt onto Judy. The rabbit struggled and squealed only for Scotty to stab the needle down into her neck. A moment of weak struggles and her body flopped over limply.

Richard kicked out with his foot clipping Scotty but not hard, as a bear punched him hard in the rips. Winded he slumped forward, his sight slightly blurry as he saw the rat spit onto the floor, "Never should have saved your fucking worthless hide, boy." Scotty snarled and then he grabbed another needle from a pouch Kevin was holding. Richard whimpered and then slumped forward.

Nick spat out a gob of blood as he glared at the rat, "well fucking do it then if you're going to." Scotty began to laugh and then he charged. Nick swiped with his claws but missed the rat who snaked up his body and he felt the prick of a needle as it jabbed into his neck. Then the world went black. The last thing he heard was Mr Big saying, "Welcome to the family, Scott."

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Richard's eyes shot open, he could feel someone shaking him. Looking around, the entire world had gone fuzzy, he could make out shapes and hear shoulds but it was hard to tell any detail. A grey but oddly familiar blob was leaning over him, "Parker, you ok?" A gruff voice asked.

"Am I dead?" The tiger burbled. He began to shiver, suddenly noticing not only the cold but that his entire body was wet. Richard tried to remember what had just happened. He remembered the crate being unloaded after a long drive. He and Judy had tried to sneak out, only to walk into a room with literally hundreds of rodents and dozens of bears. Despite the best training in the ZPD, their fight had been very short and very pointless. Then... Scotty! "That rat! He... he..."

"Saved your life? Why yes he did," a vaguely familiar orange blob cut in. "What were you two thinking? Smuggling yourself into there without even letting everyone know? I mean there are less complicated ways to commit suicide."

Rolling onto his side the tiger felt his stomach contract and a rush of water, which he did not remember drinking, was vomited onto the floor. "It was... a stupid mistake. We... JUDY!!" The tiger shot bolt upright and looked around, "She was with me is she...?"

A warm blanket was wrapped around his shoulders and Bogo's gruff voice reassured him, "She's ok. Seems like you got a comparatively bigger dose of whatever it was you and Scotty used, Wild."

"It was... effective and you don't want to know the details, Chief." The fox replied in a calm voice. "Scotty did pretty well, considering he only knew the dose for a fox of my size." There was a definite strain in Nick's voice. Even in his drug-muddled state, the tiger knew that something was on his friend's mind. He guessed it would be how well Judy was doing.

"Would someone please just tell me, what the fuck just happened?!" Richard growled his question, as he felt the latest effects of whatever the rat had shot him up with, a wonderful pounding headache.

"You just almost ruined a damn good hustle, dear boy," the fox replied. Richard's eyes were starting to clear up and he could just about make out faces. Nick was looking concerned, as was Bogo. Though behind the buffalo's concern was a tidal wave of pent-up rage just waiting for people to be ok before it would be unleashed to drown all the unfortunate villages in the path of the flood of fury.

"Mr Big is behind Wild Times," the fox explained.

"Mr who? Is that name real?" Laughed the tiger.

"Yeah, it's real in that is what he calls himself and makes everyone call him. He's a mobster. Despite his name, and his size, he's one of the most vicious mob bosses in the whole city," Nick replied with a serious tone.

"I've tried to bust him from everything from protection to prostitution..." Bogo began to explain.

"Just the p's? No wonder he runs rings around you," cut in Nick, clearly unable to resist a joke.

"Oh! I'll give you the fucking P's you stupid bloody vulpine!" Snarled the buffalo.

"Oh please, Chief, never threaten a fox with a good time," laughed Nick, though there was an edge to his tone. Richard suspected there was something between the two that he had missed. "Anyway, we needed a man on the inside. Or a rat in this case. We needed a way to convince him that Scotty was real. What better way than killing his friend? Then you and Judy stumbled in and we had to... improvise. I think we did pretty well...except I improvised so good I am pretty sure I have a couple of fractured ribs."

"Scotty... you put an unwarranted vigilante as an inside man? Chief... you got to know that..."

"I didn't give him the option." The fox stepped in quickly. "ZPD is not safe... too many bad apples and nobody seems to be sorting them out. Scotty is our best option, already a criminal, and he had a good story that we sold pretty darn well if I do say so myself. Of course, he had to prove himself and I made the perfect bait. Loudmouth cop, involved in them losing that warehouse full of product, previous for annoying Mr Big and recently on the outs with the Chief of the ZPD. So much less of a backlash if I go missing. People would probably think I just quit. The plan worked perfectly. Only, it was just supposed to be me, and when you two blundered in. Let me tell you, pulling your unconscious body out of the river while still half off my head was not easy. A fox with broken ribs, a woozy bunny and an unctuous tiger. We needed help, so I called in the one officer I was sure was not bent... well, not on the take anyway."

"Thanks... I suppose," mumbled the buffalo. "We should get you guys to hospit..."

"Chief?! Do you have any idea what they will do to Scotty if they find out we are still alive? Or what they will do to us? Three copper witnesses to Mr Big being an accessory to attempted murder at the very minimum?" Nick blurted out angrily. "We need..."

"A safe house, yes. Believe it or not, Wild, I'm not that slow on the uptake." Bogo replied, his voice reaching a rather deadly calm. "However, I do happen to know a few trustworthy doctors and medics in this city. Ones I would trust with my life. If your ribs are broken we need to get your treatment started and the same for Richard here. I want all three of you checked, top to tail, you understand, because even though you are an arrogant loudmouth, backtalking little shit. You are an officer of the ZPD and that makes you MY arrogant, loudmouth, backtalking little shit. So for once in your very short career trust me. I'll get you all seen to, and into a safe house known only to me and one officer I have complete and utter faith in."

Richard began to struggle to stand. Only for a bull to suddenly lift him up. The tiger let his head rest on Bogo's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest a little. Whatever he had been injected with... it was not pleasant. He was placed in the backseat of Bogo's police car. Judy was sitting there, her eyes glazed over a little, but awake. She gave him a little smile, "Next time... let's just stay at my parent's and let my mom fill you up with cake and embarrassing stories about my childhood."

Before Richard could reply, Nick asked, "Oh, you got embarrassing stories? Awesome, cause we will have to be in the safe house for... weeks possibly. So you save those bad boys and you can let me know every single one in as much detail and with all the hyperbole you can muster!"

The tiger just laughed, as he heard Judy complain weakly. Then they were off and the rumble of the engine lulled him back to sleep. All four of them paid an impromptu visit to a small medical facility. Bogo smuggled them in through the rear and they saw just a single doctor, a rather handsome lion, with a nice belly and plenty of grey in his mane. The three of them were given shots of some antidote and he and Nick were x-rayed. The fox had three broken ribs, but besides a bit of a bruise, Richard seemed to have fared better.

Bogo drove the three more alert cops to a small safehouse in the middle of the rainforest district. Built in a treehouse, it had some nice views from the upper floors. It even had a little balcony in the treetops. Utterly private and with some wonderful rays of sun filtering down through the canopy. "Not a bad place to play dead. What now?" He asked, taking a seat at a small table on the balcony.

"For now, nothing. You three need to stay here until we take Mr Big down, you are officially missing. Do you want me to let your parents know Judy? Richard, Wild, is there anyone I should notify?" Bogo replied, taking charge in a way that made Richard smile a little.

"Tell my dad, tell him that nobody but him and my mom should be told the truth," Judy replied, her normally upbeat outlook dampened down by the thought of being out of the active roster for potentially weeks or longer.

"My Aunt is the only person who might care," the tiger replied. "Just say... just say I'm ok, there's no one she'll tell anyway," Richard answered with a sigh. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but besides his aunt, the only people who might have cared that he dropped off the face of the planet were standing around him and could be counted on one paw.

"There's nobody to tell," Nick said with a smile and a shrug. "Most of my old friends will have already heard what Mr Big thinks happened. Better to keep it that way." the fox replied. "Oh... Chief. That stuff I said in your office the other morning."

"I know, Wild. It was said to rile me up so I would shout at you loud enough for the entire force to hear," the bull confirmed with a nod of his head.

"Yeah but..."

"But, some of it was based on real stuff and... I have thought about it. I never did say sorry, to you, or Judy. So look, I'm sorry." Bogo looked from one to the other. "You're good people and good cops... I just... got some stuff to work through and that's on me. However, just cause I will work through it don't mean I'm gonna change everything about who I am. Despite what you think, Wild, I was and am a darn good cop. I care about the ZPD and the city. I ain't no saint and there are some things that if I could take back... well I would. Sure you might say the same, Wild. That good enough?"

"Good enough!" Accepted the fox, with a nod of approval.

"Right, in that case, Richard... can we speak someplace private?" the buffalo asked, catching the tiger by surprise.

"I... sure, we can do that, Chief," he stammered a little in surprise. He exchanged a look with Nick, who managed to wish him luck with just a wink and a smile. They left the rabbit and fox on the balcony and into one of the two bedrooms the safehouse had. Just a double bed and an empty chest of drawers. "Probably going to need to get some clothes if we are to be here long."

"Yeah, sure. If you guys give me your sizes I'll get you some," the bull replied, though from his tone Richard could tell the bull really was not thinking about that. "Look... when you left... we... I said... damn it, is this supposed to be that difficult?"

Feeling a little sympathy for the confused bovine, Richard reached out and took one of his hands and squeezed it reassuringly. "It can be, doesn't have to be though. Just say what you want to say, and I'll listen."

"Well, that's the hard part. I'm not really sure what to say. I've never... I mean I always knew I was... different. However, I was raised a certain way and this sort of stuff, goes against a lot of that," Bogo replied. Richard noted the bull did not pull his paws away, though Bogo's eyes seemed to be avoiding looking at him.

"Yeah, I get that. My parents threw me out when they found out. I could easily... well I could be you..."

"Naw, you're way too trim, sexy and happy to ever be a grumpy police chief who... well who never had more than a few nameless random encounters," Bogo shrugged his shoulders. "So... you know names and... more than a one-time thing, it's uncharted territory for me. I mean... I want to see where things go. I want to try, just... I'm afraid that I'll just fuck it up. Plus, I mean the ZPD, the Mayor's Office, the press. It could get rough and I don't know if I want to put you through that." Sighed the bull, sitting down on the bed with a huge thump. "That's why I like police work, you got crooks and cops. Cops catch crooks and that's it. It's simple, even when it's complex."

"Plus, I've got a good few years more in the behind me column than you do." The bull continued. "I'm supposed to be the experienced one, but I don't... I mean I know where everything goes..."

"Yeah you do," the tiger cut in with a smile and a wink.

"However... I mean... that's just the basics. I don't know if I'm... if I can keep up. You might just find someone younger or someone who knows more." Bogo shook his head. "I mean... we haven't even been on a date."

"Yet," Richard added, "that's something we can easily rectify."

"When you're no longer in hiding?" Asked with his eyes glancing around the nondescript beige-coloured room.

"Yeah, dinner and a movie. Maybe a concert, I know you like Gazelle and her dancers," The tiger added with a smile. "Though, it might be a while before we can do that. So look, you tell me how fast or slow you want to go and we can go at that speed. Though... as long as we are being honest, I may have done some stuff with a fox, not Nick, while I was away. I was upset and afraid and he was cute. That a problem?"

"No... I mean I don't know how I feel about stuff like that. Maybe down the line, I'd be open for...some open stuff. Though, I'd appreciate it if I could find my hooves just as a couple first. I mean if you have needs..."

"Then I am sure I could bring them to the big stud bull, sitting on my bed," Richard replied, purring softly.

"Oh, had you decided on bedro... OH!" The bull replied as the penny dropped and the tiger pounced.

Richard purred as he pressed his lips firmly to Bogo's, the bull started to return the kiss and their tongues met. Then he broke the kiss and flushed, "sorry, you were just too cute. I couldn't resist. I'll behave myself, just let me know when you are ready for anything."

Bogo looked a little ruffled and his eyes glanced down and then up until he was looking in Richard's eyes, "I... we could... I mean... it'd be nice... if you want to... do stuff."

The tiger laughed as Bogo stumbled over his words, "I'd love to do stuff with you." Softly purring he slowly pressed his lips forward, his tongue teasing Bogo's lips. His paws stroked the big bull's shoulders and he felt the exact moment the bull relaxed. As those firm muscles relaxed under his fingers, he let his paws start to wander, slowly moving them down towards his ultimate target. Bogo moaned into his mouth when his fingers reached the bull's waist.

Working deftly, the tiger unfastened Bogo's belt, button and pulled down his fly. His paws slipped inside that warm pouch, stroking around the very firm bulge in the Chief's boxers. As he squeezed, Bogo groaned again and then the bull pulled back from the kiss, "I... is it ok to do this stuff, you just came back from hospital..."

Richard smiled as he saw the concern on his lover's face. "It's ok, I'm feeling fine." As he spoke he slipped off Bogo's lap and onto his knees before the buffalo. His deft fingers pulled the erect bull cock out into the air, his pink nose twitching as he inhaled the musky scent. "Besides the doctor said I should keep hydrated, so consider this me following doctor's orders." Richard did not wait for a response, his hungry mouth sealed around the bovine cock. Sliding his lips down as far as they could go, filling his mouth with the warm throbbing length. All he heard from above was a deep moan of pleasure.

Smiling and purring loudly the tiger bobbed happily on the thick length. His barbed tongue lapped gently on the hot flesh, teasing and caressing it, while his soft purring sent strong vibrations down the drooling length. Bitter drops of precum were cleaned from Bogo's glans and swallowed greedily. While he savoured the taste and feel of the shaft in his mouth. That thick length he remembered being inside him and he hoped to feel inside again soon. Though first, he had a powerful thirst he needed to quench.

Bogo's deep voice lifted up in pleasured groans and he savoured every last utterance. His own pants were suddenly feeling very tight and he reached down with one paw. Richard's pants were opened and his moist, drooling tiger shaft was pulled out. Stroking himself with one hand, while the other cradled two hefty buffalo balls, weighing the amount of bull-milk he hoped to drain from them soon. The sounds of pleasure from his lover increased.

A strong hand landed on his head, stroking through his sleek fur and then gripping. Gently and hesitant at first, Bogo's hand began to guide him. Pressing down and pulling up. As the buffalo's hips began to thrust a little. Richard purred louder, loving the feeling of a big male showing him exactly what he wanted, knowing he was bringing pleasure to his lover. He followed every instruction, as Bogo's hips moved faster and faster, the hand on his head simply held him in place, holding him on the thick drooling and thrusting cock. The tiger sucked and slurped eagerly, swallowing every last drop of precum.

Closing his eyes, Richard just held still and let Bogo do as he wished. Feeling that cock glide between his lips, the slight tickly and tingle it caused. The taste of precum on his tongue and the feel of the shaft pulsing as his lover's heartbeat grew faster. In his paw, the sweaty leathery orbs began to lift and he knew that it would be a matter of moments before Bogo reached his peak. Every breath he took was filled with the musty rank of his lover, the scent only driving his own lusts higher.

Richard could feel himself growing close, and using all his willpower he forced himself to let go of his own cock. Instead, he focussed everything on bringing pleasure to Bogo. His tongue squirmed against the length and he sucked just a little harder. While his paw grasped and gently squeezed and tugged on the bull's fruits.

Bogo's voice lifted up in a partially muffled bovine bellow of pleasure. The tiger guessed Bogo's other hand was over his mouth, probably a little worried that his voice might carry to the other two outside. However, his hips continued to thrust with increasing speed and strength. The hand on Richard's head gripped suddenly desperately tightly and he felt the cock throb powerfully between his lips. A moment later a jet of thick cum flooded his hungry muzzle. A second followed and then a third, while Bogo's muffled cries of pleasure grew louder.

The tiger gulped hungrily, letting the warm salty and yet sweet fluids slide easily down his throat. Bogo thrust into his mouth one last time and then held still. The bull's cocktip pressed to the back of his throat, jets of cum tickling a little. He continued to squeeze and suck on that thick length, trying to milk every last drop out of his lover, and more importantly, bring more pleasure to Bogo.

After a minute, the flow of cum slowed to a few drops and he felt the cock begin to soften between his lips. Bogo's grip on his head loosened and Richard pulled back. He savoured the feeling of the half-floppy cock pulling free and the wonderful popping sound it made as it pulled free from the suction of his lips. Giving the tip one last kiss he got to his feet. Bogo had flopped back onto the bed, his pants still hanging open and his cock laying on his thigh, staining his pants with dribbles of cum.

Richard crawled onto the bed beside the bull and snuggled up. His own erection pressed into Bogo's thigh. He placed a kiss on the snoozing buffalo's grey cheek and chuckled, "so, what does the big stud bull want to do now?"

For a long time, there was silence. Richard began to wonder if he had pushed the bull a little more than intended. However, Bogo rid him of such thoughts with a single question, "Do... do you have any lube?"

"I'm a red-blooded predator in my sexual prime, yeah I have a couple of packets in my pants pocket," Richard admitted with a loud purr. "How about you just lay back and relax, while I get your guy standing back to attention and then I see how long I can ride a sexy bull?"

Bogo gave a slightly strange look and suddenly he looked away, "I was wondering... if we could... do things a bit different?"

The tiger paused, a little unsure of what his lover was suggesting, "you want to be on top, cause I'm totally..."

"Not what I meant," Bogo replied, still unable to meet the tiger's gaze. "There's something that... I've wanted to try but I've never had someone I feel comfortable with."

Richard's jaw dropped as he guessed what the bull was hinting at, "oh... that?"

"Is that ok?" Bogo asked, his voice quiet and there was a slight tremble in his tone.

The tiger gave a reassuring smile, "of course, I just thought you were a top." The idea had a certain appeal, Richard had rarely topped. Though he had enjoyed the times he had. Bogo looked so sweet and for a bull more than double his size, he looked vulnerable. "Have you ever used toys or anything? It can be uncomfortable, especially on your first time."

The bull's ears went flat and Richard could easily read the embarrassed look on the bovine's face as he nodded, "fingers and toys, but never... anyone else. It's something I have wanted to try for a while, but until now I didn't have..." The bull's words trailed off and Richard did not need to hear the rest anyway. He knew just how hard it could be to ask for a guy to do that.

"Ok, then, how do you want it, on your front or back?" He asked, trying to sound as relaxed as possible, to give the bull more confidence. Though inside he was a little worried. He prefered to be on the bottom, though he had topped before. The tiger slid off the bed and pulled off his uniform.

Bogo was stripping as he replied, "on my back," there was a little question in that tone. It was strange to hear the usually supremely confident bull showing such doubt.

"Alright, slide your ass over to the edge of the bed. It'll be a little easier for me to get the height right," Richard said, once more trying to sound confident. "Remember we can stop anytime..."

"Parker! I'm not a calf, I know. Stop worrying, I want this and from the look of your cock I'd say you are more than up for it. So let's stop with the jabbering and start with the fucking!" Bogo's orders hit home with the tiger far more than the vulnerability. Being told what to do, was something that made his cock throb and it helped soothe his own doubts.

"Yes, Sir!" He replied, giving the naked bull a snappy, but naked salute. He tore open a packet of lube with his teeth and spread it over his cock. Stepping between the bull's spread grey thighs he reached down with his lube-soaked paw. "Just preparing your ass first." The tiger announced a heartbeat before his fingers found the bull's quivering pucker and he pressed inside it. Bogo's voice lifted up in a soft moan of pleasure as his finger sank inside easily. Bogo had said he used his finger and toys before, Richard wondered how much and how recent. From the ease at which his finger sank inside that bovine ass right to the knuckle, he guessed recently and at least a modest size.

A second digit was pushed inside, he thrust slowly and yet it sank in easily. While the bull groaned loudly. Any doubts in Richard's mind faded as he saw Bogo's erect cock dribbling precum, as he started to finger fuck the gasping buffalo. His excitement level grew as he realised the bull was enjoying every moment, and he knew that next to thrust inside the bull would be his cock.

"There, I think that's enough preparation. If it hurts, let me know," Richard said as he pulled his fingers from the warm depths of the bull and grabbed his cock. Feeling those thick thighs grasping around his waist, holding him in position, he knew just how much his lover wanted him. With one last breath, he steadied himself and then pressed forward, his paw guiding his cock to the bull's prepared entrance. They gave a joint cry of pleasure as his cocktip slipped easily through the bull's stretched and lubed pucker.

Richard paused, his eyes fixed on Bogo's face. His ears were fully alert, waiting to hear any sense of hesitation or reluctance. However, there was not a trace of either. It was as if the bull had been holding back for so long, now he had let go there was nothing that would stop him from getting what he wanted. The tiger purred loudly as he felt inch after inch of his cock sliding unresisted into the bull's tight depths.

A sudden gasp from Bogo made him pause and the bull just nodded his head, telling him to go on. Taking things slowly Richard continued to push. Bogo's thick legs crossed around behind him and then suddenly he felt those strong muscles move. Richard cried out as the bull pulled him in forcefully, the second half of his shaft thrusting in until his balls smacked against Bogo's buttocks. "Fuck!" Richard gasped lost to the sudden waves of pleasure coming from his shaft.

"Fuck," Bogo replied with a slightly amused tone and a dopey grin on his face. Richard leant down over the bull, and Bogo lifted up his head. Their lips met, as Richard pulled back just an inch and thrust back inside. They both groaned in pleasure, as their tongues touched. Bogo's hand stroked down his flanks and suddenly grabbed his ass. The bull groaned louder in pleasure and pulled firmly on his buttocks, leaving him in no doubt that his lover was ready for more.

Breaking the kiss, Richard pulled back further and thrust in again harder. The pleasure surrounding his cock seemed to cause tingles up his spine and in his mind. "Fuck, yeah," Bogo moaned softly and then suddenly barked out, "faster... come on, show me what you got, rookie!" The chief smirked up at him.

The tiger purred to hear the bull taking such a commanding role. It made his cock throb to know his lover was wanting it so badly. "Yes, Sir!" He replied with a chuckle, as his hips began to speed up. Pulling back further and thrusting forward faster. The pleasure growing by the second. Bogo's moans and groans filled his ears, as the bull's ass seemed to grasp and squeeze around his length.

"That's it... mmm, Rookie... Ohh, fuck... more!" Bogo moaned between thrusts. His hands pulling on Richard's ass, and the tiger could feel his legs pulling him in. The pleasure grew by the second, his hips moving as a blur as he fucked the bull with almost everything he could muster. Making short but powerful thrusts into the tighter and warm depths.

"Fuck... I'm... getting close," Richard admitted, with a blush at how quickly the bull had gotten him almost to his orgasm. Wanting Bogo's first ride to be a special one. However, he'd been so close earlier and he knew if he did not slow or pause soon he would not be able to hold back from his release.

"Oh fuck yeah! That's it, Rookie, cum in my ass," the bull purred up at him in response. The only other response was to pull Richard in harder. "Don't you dare... fucking stop..." That was all Richard could take. He used the last ounce of his strength to thrust harder and faster, fucking himself hilt deep and grinding inside that warm depths. Tossing his head back and crying out in pleasure he felt himself pass the point of no return. His hips thundered home as he pumped his pent-up load deep under the buffalo's tail.

With joint cries of pleasure, and shared pants the pair slowed to a stop. Richard panting and gasping for breath. While Bogo was laying still with an introspective glazed look on his face. Reaching down with a trembling paw, the tiger grasped Bogo's erect and drooling shaft. "I should take care of this."

"You got any more lube?" The buffalo's response both surprised and delighted the tiger.

"Yeah, got one more sachet, if you got the energy," he chuckled. Though he was grateful that he would likely be on the receiving end this time. His hips were aching with effort, plus it had been a very long night of no sleep and then an unpleasant day, unpleasant up until the last hour or two anyway.

"Oh, I got the energy, Rookie. Don't ever doubt your chief on that score. Got to keep up with my men," The buffalo replied, and as if to demonstrate his prowess the bull easily lifted the tiger off him and rolled him onto the bed next to him.

Richard pulled a pillow down and lay his head on it, enjoying the coolness of the fabric on his hot fur. "It's in my pants pocket," the tiger said before Bogo could even ask. Purring softly, he felt his tail starting to thrash a little in excitement. Topping had been fun and interesting if brief. However, he knew his preference for a strong male breeding his ass would never change.

Two strong hands grabbed his ankles and he gave an excited yelp as the chief pulled him back, until his ass was right on the edge of the bed. Apparently, the bull wanted to stand while he fucked too. There were certain advantages to the position. However, it was the dominant grasping and moving that really made the tiger purr out loud. "You need any prep, Rookie?"

"No, Sir." He barked back, unable to contain the excitement in his voice. Under him, his cock oozed the last dribbles of cum out and began to swell with excitement once more. Richard lay his head down on the pillow, submitting himself utterly to the whims and desires of his lover. A moment later he felt something warm and slick stroking up his taint and his pulse began to race. He tried to force himself to breathe slowly and steadily, to avoid tensing up. Yet, it was hard to contain his exuberance.

With a grunt of triumph, the bull found his target. A moment later Richard squealed in delight as a good thick portion of cock was forced deep inside him. His feline claws grasped and pulled on the sheets. While firm strong hands grasped around his slender waist and pulled him back, further onto the thickness. He bit his lip, wanting to cry out and beg for more, but he would let his lover do as they wished.

Fortunately, Bogo's wishes seemed to match the tiger's desires. As with a series of short and powerful thrusts, the thick bull meat was pushed deeper and deeper. Until, with a joint moan of joy, he felt the bull's powerful hips pressing to his own. Closing his eyes he focussed on the feeling of warmth inside him, the slight discomfort of stretching and the wonderful tingle of excitement in his stomach.

A moment later Bogo pulled back and Richard cried out again as the cock returned with a powerful thrust. Hips smacking on hips with a lewd sound as the sensations inside him grew. He pushed himself back wantonly. His fingers pulled more of the bedding into a giant ball, that he clung to, as the bull began to breed him properly. The room filled with repeated smacks as their bodies writhed together. His purring mewls of pleasure grew louder and combined with Bogo's grunts and groans.

He wondered how long the Chief might hold out, after all, they had done before. He honestly did not care how long the bull lasted. All he cared about was that he was bringing pleasure to his lover. That feeling alone was enough to satisfy his already appeased urges and craving. Bogo's groaning grew louder, and the bull moved faster and faster. The entire bed started to rock with each thrust, tapping lightly on the wall.

Richard reached under himself and grasped his drooling wet maleness. Stroking himself rapidly, not caring for anything beyond the pleasure they both felt. Bogo's short rapid thrusting motion seemed to be hitting the perfect spot inside him, gentle tickles of pleasure that made his cock twinge in response. "Oh... oh fuck, yes!" He purred out, finally able to articulate some of his feelings, if rather poorly.

"Damn... Rookie!" Bogo groaned deeply. Richard licked his lips and chuckled a little. Maybe he was a rookie when it came to being a cop, but when it came to taking cock he was by far a veteran. He flexed his buttocks a little, starting to squeeze down on the bull length invading him. Giving Bogo a tighter and tighter hole. The Chief bellowed with a mixture of desire and frustration, and the power of those bull's thrusts grew as if to emphasise just who was in charge. The tiger countered with a slight wriggle of his hips, that he knew would send fun feelings through the cock reaming his depths. His tail thrashed and playfully bopped off the bovine's nose. Only for a strong hand to grasp around his tail base and pull slightly. A little bit of pain and yet it was drowned out by the feeling of being taken, the feeling of being held down and bred.

Unwilling to surrender, Richard continued to clench and move, pushing back and using every trick he knew to milk that shaft inside him. While his fingers jerked his own aching length desperately fast, feeling himself nearing the point of no return. It was Bogo who passed it first though, making Richard yelp as the bull slammed in with a thrust of almost unequalled power. The bull cock inside him holding still except for the slight twitches and the growing warmth as the bovine emptied every last drop into his rear. It was all he needed to push himself over the edge, jerking his cock as his tiger spunk soaked the bedsheets.

Utterly spent they both lay on the bed, soaked in sweat and cum, panting and yet happy and satisfied. Bogo's weight on top of him was reassuring, as was the feel of strong arms holding the tiger. Richard purred with utter contentment. If he was allowed he would happily have spent the rest of the day there. However, he was not allowed, as a few moments later the Chief's phone began to buzz.

"Fuck!" The bull grumbled. For a moment Richard thought he would ignore it, but the bull was still a hard-working man. He pulled out his phone and Richard heard one half of a conversation that was clearly Clawhauser asking where he was and letting him know that there was work to be done at the station. "I got to go," Bogo muttered as he hung up the phone. "Technically I'm still on duty and I need to see about... well fuck, every god damned thing. I'll try to stop by again soon."

As the bull spoke he began pulling his clothes back on, using his underwear to clean off his cock and ass to avoid stains. There was a slight thrill in Richard's mind to know his lover would be going commando for the rest of the day. "I understand, we need to get Mr Big. then... well, then we can have that first date and see if we click." there was a twinkle in his eye as he said it. The cum leaking out of both of their asses was a pretty good indication of some form of clicking. However, actually dating and not just fucking, was something Richard was looking forward to as well.

Bogo leant down and the bull caressed his cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss, "Ok, I'll be back and we can... plan our date." The bull muttered, kissing him on the forehead as well and then turning he left. Richard lay on the bed for a good half an hour just thinking back on the whirlwind his life had become. In a way, he was glad to be in a safe house. Not just because it would keep him safe, but because he might have a few days of calm and quiet to sort through the events of the last week.

Eventually, he pulled his pants and shirt back on and slipped out to the balcony. He found Nick sitting alone on one of the chairs with a soda in his hand. The fox gave him a slight grin, "you and the Chief have a good... talk?"

Richard laughed a little and sat down on the chair next to the fox. "Yeah... and I really mean it. We talked."

"Yeah... we hmmm heard the highlights," chuckled Nick with a smirk and a wink.

"Ok, so after we talked we... made some highlights," conceded the tiger. "He... wants to take me on an honest-to-goodness date."

"Old fashion kinda guy. Though clearly inexperienced, typically you take them on a date before you hide them in a safe house," the fox retorted. "I'm pleased for you guys. I actually hope it works out."

"Thanks," Richard replied, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the red glow of a setting sun that filtered through the tree's canopy. "What about you and Judy?"

"She... thinks now is not the time to "confuse things further"," Nick replied with only a small sigh. "She went for a nap in her room. I suspect she's avoiding me, which is going to be a bit tricky as it's not that big a safe house and we have nowhere else to be for a while."

"Sorry, buddy," the tiger replied, reaching out a paw and resting it on his friend's shoulder.

Nick reached up and squeezed the paw, "thanks, but I'm actually ok with that. I mean if now is not the time... that means she must at least be open to there being a time in the future where we can confuse the hell out of each other," the fox took a sip from his soda and shrugged, "that's something I can work with."

For a while the two friends just sat in silence, watching the sunbeams dance as a gentle breeze moved the leaves. Eventually, Nick muttered, "right now... I'm just hoping Scotty's ok."

"He's as tough a guy as I've ever met," Richard replied, trying to sound reassuring.

"Yeah, he is, tough and smart. Never backs down from anything," the fox observed and they both sat in silence. Richard owed that rat his life, twice now. The rodent was out there surrounded by the mob he was going to betray, all alone. "Now all we can do is wait for him to make contact. So we may as well just enjoy the peace and quiet. You won't find much of that in Zootopia."

Richard had to admit the fox was right, peace and quiet were rare commodities in the city. So the two friends sat in silence and took their fair share while they could, knowing that it would not last forever.

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