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This story was written for Jezzabelle, with incredible cover art by her too! It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and size play.

An Eye for Detail

Jezz could hear him through the bull-pen door. Seated at her desk, elbows resting on the wooden surface as her eyes glanced back and forth between her sketch pad and the ZPD criminal database, the forest cat knew she shouldn't be thinking about him. At least, not in the way she was. It didn't matter how many times she told herself that an animal was allowed dreams and fantasies, that they did no harm and weren't hurting anyone. For one thing, she was working. If she was giving anything less than one hundred percent of her focus to identifying the kidnapper she had been assigned to sketch and identify, that alone was shamefully selfish. But more personally, Jezz felt guilty because she knew he was married. Chief Bogo had a wife, and while his work may have kept him away from her most of the time, he had to love her. Right? Why else would they be married if he didn't love her.

Wait.

Married.

The cat's eyes widened. Her hands flew to her sketch pad and dragged it off the desk, into her lap. She flipped back a couple of pages to a sketch she'd made based on a description of the missing mammal from the kidnapping victim's husband. On the badger's left paw there was a wedding band. At the time it had seemed like such an obvious detail for inclusion in a sketch of a married individual that she hadn't questioned it. But then, that was her job. To draw what she was told. To create a physical image based on witness identifications. The detective work was usually left to ZPD's finest sworn officers, not criminal sketch artists. But she was allowed to do some of the grunt work on cases like this because, whether he cared to admit it in so many words or not, Chief Bogo knew that Jezz was good at her job.

Though right now, Jezz felt that she might be able to upgrade good to really good, if her hunch panned out.

"C'mon. Where are you?"

Tossing her sketchpad back down onto the desk, Jezz scrambled up onto her feet within the chair that was far too large for her, built to house the lupine officer with whom she shared the desk. She leaned on one arm, and with the other furiously began to tap at the computer keyboard before grabbing the mouse and dragging the case notes for this active investigation onto the screen. Sure enough her search quickly led her to the exact image she was looking for. It was funny, how often a CCTV image of a missing mammal's last known sighting could provide clues to their whereabouts. Months ago an image just like this was all it had taken to set ZPD's first bunny officer on a trail to uncovering one of the biggest criminal conspiracies in Zootopia's history. And while Jeez was growing more and more certain that this case wasn't anything near as dramatic or worrisome as that, it still gave the cat a reason to grin as she zoomed in on the image; more specifically, on the left paw of the female badger freeze framed within it.

Jezz licked her lips, purring loudly and not caring who heard it.

"Got you."

The feline knew right then she could go to Bogo with what she had and present her case, but she held back. Instead she began to piece it all together. To gather all the visual evidence, witness statements and information required to give Chief Bogo and his team exactly what they needed to resolve this situation as quickly and calmly as possible. For nearly five minutes Jezz raced back and forth between her desk and the bull-pen's printers, wielding progressively larger stacks of paper and organising them into the perfect layout to tell the story of the case from start to close. As an artist, fewer things pleased Jezz more than seeing a case carried from its inception to conclusion in pictures, particularly if they had started as a jumbled mess of potentially entirely irrelevant hearsay and misinformation. Thus the more she became certain of her accuracy on this matter, the more eager and giddy she grew, until finally she burst into Chief Bogo's office where the water buffalo had now returned with a confident twinkle in her eyes.

"Chief, I did it. I solved the case!"

She stood there in the doorway, able to feel the eyes of her colleagues behind her as they looked up from their desks; some in surprise, some with happiness at the fact another crime had seemingly been solved, and others with wry smirks at the sketch artist's zeal. Jezz stood unabashed and unrelenting, holding out the stack of papers in her arms like they were the holy grail, while from behind his desk Chief Bogo stared down through the thin frames of his glasses at a report clutched in his hoofed hands. For almost twenty seconds neither of them spoke, and only then did Bogo glance up and towards the cat. His eyes met with hers, and instantly Jezz felt herself blushing even before the Chief's rumbling voice spoke softly, but without the slightest hint of warmth.

"What did we say, Miss Forest, about you entering my office without knocking."

The cat's ears sank back against her head, and the fluffy ruff of golden fur around her neck deflated slightly as she bit her bottom lip.

"S-sorry, Sir. It's just... I've solved the case. The Setwell kidnapping. She isn't mis-"

Jezz's voice abruptly trailed off as she saw the water buffalo removing his glasses, slipping them into one of the shirt pockets spread across his broad, powerful chest before rubbing at the bridge of his nose wearily with two fingers. She winced, and blushed deeper beneath her fur.

"Do you... do you want me to go out, then knock, then come back in again, Sir?"

It wouldn't have been the first time Chief Bogo had made her do that. He liked his precinct run in an orderly manner, and sometimes that meant giving his staff little refreshers in basic manners and discipline. Today though, as he raised his head once more and stared at the cat, he looked a little more weary than normal. A little more worn and aged, something that didn't often come through given his strong and imposing physical condition.

"No. No, Miss Forest, just try to remember to knock in the future. Come in, sit down, and tell me exactly what you think you've figured out."

With a nod, trying not to read too much into the water buffalo's slightly subdued demeanour or worry about him rather than the task at hand, Jezz closed the office door behind her, padded hurriedly over to his desk, and began to lay out her evidence. She began with the obvious, the fact that despite this being a suspected kidnapping during a robbery gone wrong there had been no reports of a struggle found at the Setwell's place of residence. Then came the all important photograph of Mrs Setwell. A photograph of her walking outside without her wedding band on. It was her jewellery, her valuables that had been taken in the supposed robbery, so it would have made sense that if someone had kidnapped her they would have taken her wedding ring too. But if that was the case, any picture of Mrs Setwell without her wedding band would seem to suggest it was taken after the robbery. After the supposed kidnapping.

By this point, Jezz could already see that Bogo was beginning to follow her train of thought. His glasses were back on as he poured over the interview given by the missing mammal's husband, and he glanced up at the feline as she paused to let him catch up, nodding and urging her to continue. She did so. She summed up the salient points of the interview; that the female's husband didn't remember seeing anyone suspicious, just one of his wife's closest friends visiting them earlier the day before. He'd walked in on them both watery eyed, and they'd seemed scared, but wouldn't admit to what they were scared of, or why. An officer had been to check on the other lady of course, and the officer's report she had been fine, if a little uncomfortable upon hearing that her friend had gone missing.

Not scared. Not worried. Uncomfortable.

"Miss Forest. Do you have a number for this stoat? Miss Erminetrude?"

Jezz nodded, pointing to her notes.

"Page seven, Chief. I already circled it for you."

Chief Bogo glanced at the cat, and Jezz blushed, unsure whether his gaze was one of approval, or frustration at her presumption. His voice softened slightly as he picked up the phone, and his eyes rolled slightly, but almost playfully, as he began to dial.

"Of course you did."

The phone rang, and Jezz leaned forward in her seat, ears perked up and hoping desperately she would be able to hear the other end of the conversation.

"H-hello?"

She could, just. The voice that answered was female, and slightly nervous.

"Hello, is this Miss Gail Erminetrude?"

A few moments of silence, then...

"Yes. Who's speaking, please?"

Chief Bogo slipped off his glasses once more, and leaned forward over his desk with the phone held to his ear. Maybe he was just trying to get a little more comfortable, or maybe he was helping Jezz in her attempts to listen; to find out if her suspicions were correct and the case was indeed cracked.

"This is Chief Bogo of ZPD Precinct One. I'm calling because I believe you might be able to provide us with some key information regarding a missing mammal case. Do you have any idea to what I might be referring, Ma'am?"

This time the silence lingered longer. So long in fact that had Chief Bogo not been waiting patiently with his ear to the receiver, Jezz might have thought she'd totally missed the stoat's response.

"I... I... um... I don't... t-that is... maybe... um..."

This stumbling, obviously terrified attempt at avoiding a definitive answer told Bogo all he needed to hear. He sighed heavily.

"Miss Erminetrude. Is Mrs Setwell there with you now? If so, could you please put her on the line. We don't have to make this into a big deal. If she is there, and she and you are willing to come into the station of your own volition and make separate statements that she is in no danger, and is under no duress to remain with you..."

Before the Chief could say anything more, a burst of static erupted over the phone as what sounded like a small struggle erupted over who was holding it. A few seconds later, a deeper, more urgent voice rang out for both Bogo and Jezz to hear.

"Duress?! I'm not under any duress. Oh my god, is that what he told you? T-that Gail kidnapped me? I... please, Sir. Please, don't arrest her. Oh god, this is all so stupid. All I wanted... all we want... is to be happy. Please, Sir. Please... don't take my Gail away from me. I've only just found her. We've only just... o-only just found each other, and..."

Jezz almost wanted to giggle as Chief Bogo held the phone away from his ear, looking at it with exceptional discomfort as the lady on the other end, presumably Mrs Setwell, the supposedly kidnapped badger, poured out her heart and soul. The cat smiled to herself. She had been right, and the case was over. Not a missing mammal. Not a kidnapping. Not even a robbery. Just a lady leaving her husband and taking her most valuable and treasured possessions with her, into the home of a friend. Or, from the sound of things, someone who was much more than just a friend; more likely the entire reason for her sudden and abrupt departure from her husband's life.

Standing up in her seat, Jezz smiled as Chief Bogo glared at her, still pinned to the phone by the badger now weeping and whimpering as she confessed her undying love for her friend, and how less than a week ago she had discovered that her friend felt the same way. Placing one hoofed hand over the speaker portion of the phone, Bogo scowled as he watched the cat hop down from her seat and give a silent salute to him.

"I should have let you make the call. Let you listen to the life story. On your way out, please tell Clawhauser to check who's on patrol in Tundratown right now, and ask if maybe they can stop by Miss Erminetrude's residence to confirm that our two lovebirds are safe and well."

Jezz nodded warmly as she padded towards the door.

"Yes, Chief."

Before she could pull the office door open though, Chief Bogo called out to her once more.

"Oh, and Miss Forest?"

His voice was dry and calm, trying to make as little of a big deal out of this as possible. It wasn't that Chief Bogo didn't like congratulating his officers and staff, but more that he didn't want them to get big heads. After all, their duty was to serve the people of Zootopia, and a successful day's work was therefore nothing more than them doing their job.

Still, it felt pretty nice to hear him actually say something positive.

"Good job."

***************

A part of Jezz wished that after that day things could just have remained the same between herself and the Chief. Or at the very least, that her lingering memories of that day could have first and foremost included his acknowledgement of her success, or his intrigue as he began to realise that she was onto something with her analysis of the situation. Anything, quite frankly, other than the thought which found itself firmly lodged at the forefront of her mind when she'd first entered his office.

On any other day, at any other time and with any other person, he would have made her leave his office, knock, and probably wait thirty seconds or so before asking her to come in. But that day, he hadn't. He'd given in. He'd seemed almost like he just... couldn't be bothered.

And from that one tiny inaction, somehow, Jezz had convinced herself that this was just one symptom of a much more far reaching problem. Yes, Chief Bogo was grumpy. Yes he was abrasive and short tempered. But... unhappy? No. Jezz had never believed the water buffalo to be unhappy before now. So why couldn't she shake the impression that he had been depressed, sad when first she encountered him that one evening? And why now, each and every time she shared a room with him for even a few brief seconds, did she find herself desperately searching for any sign that he was feeling that way again, and any way she could possibly fathom in order to help him feel better.

The more her heartfelt feelings for Chief Bogo seemed to swell and flare within her heart, the less she was able to ignore other feelings too. And eventually, it was those more base urges that tripped her up.

On a work day like any other, they passed in the corridor. Jezz nodded respectfully up at her superior, and he kept on walking with the total lack of warmth that all the ZPD knew to expect from him in return. Just like she would have on any other day, the feline took advantage of her boss's apathy and glanced around as she too continued down the corridor. She took the opportunity to have her gaze linger on his broad shoulders, powerful legs and the tight ass within his well fitted uniform trousers. She licked her lips, blushing and fighting the urge to purr. She blinked, and...

Fuck.

Jezz's head snapped back around, facing forward as her eyes fluttered back open after that momentary closure, only to find Chief Bogo's own neck craned around, and his eyes widening as he found her staring back at him. Before the water buffalo could say a single word Jezz accelerated and burst into the bull-pen. She padded right the way through the bustling open area of desks and cops working on paperwork and behind the scenes investigation. She dodged past Officer McHorn as he plodded heavily towards the water cooler, and barely even nodded in response as Officer's Hopps and Wilde smiled and wished her a good morning.

It was only when Jezz burst into the women's restroom and threw herself into one of its smaller cubicles made for mammals of around her size, that she allowed herself to breathe. She gasped loudly, and thumped a closed fist against one wall of the cubicle as she growled to herself.

"Idiot."

How could she be so stupid? To get caught staring at her boss like some sort of smitten high-school girl staring at the star of the football team. Forget how unprofessional it was, forget how embarrassing it was to be caught obviously doing what she'd been doing. He was married. Married! That wasn't something she could just scoot around or ignore. It wasn't like Mrs Setwell and her lover. There was no sudden realisation or dramatic upheaval of life circumstances to justify her selfishness. She was craving the attention and affection of a male who had a wife. What she was implying by merely giving her fantasies attention was that on some level she didn't care about Chief Bogo's marriage, and didn't care that he was already happy within that marriage... so long as he could be happy with her instead. That wasn't who she wanted to be. That wasn't the kind of mammal she believed herself to be. No, she wasn't a cop, and she sure as hell wasn't perfect by any definition of the word. But she was better than that. Better than this.

Clenching her fits and growling to herself, the forest cat nodded firmly as she stared at one of the cubicle's blank walls. This ended here. These fantasies. These desires. They stopped right now. She was done thinking about Chief Bogo as anything more than her superior.

Done.

Except... she totally wasn't.

It was easy to say it. Easy to tell herself that her heart was done indulging her with fantasies and momentary flights of fancy regarding how hot Bogo was, and how much she wanted to be the one to make him care. But the problem with a job like hers, there was downtime. Time when she didn't really have much to do between cases, and when she would inevitably find her mind wandering to all manner of thoughts, some of which would obviously regard her superior officer. And the more she thought about him, the more she found her own mind betraying her desire to remain guilt free. The more her brain seemed intent on cramming as much lewd and selfish material into those moments she did grant herself as possible.

Within another week, Jezz could barely enter the ZPD building without wondering where Bogo was right now. What he was doing. What he was thinking. She couldn't walk past his office without thinking about the way he'd rubbed the bridge of his nose, weary and far too quiet. Her mind raced to all sorts of places, forgetting all its training in evidenciary procedure and jumping straight to the conclusion she most desperately wanted to assume. That day he had been upset. He had been fatigued. His mind wasn't on the job, because it was elsewhere. Perhaps at home. Not a happy home, but one broken and divided.

Jezz had never met Chief Bogo's wife. For that matter, she didn't know anyone at the Precinct other than Clawhauser who had, and that wasn't saying much as Clawhauser had an even more elaborate social network than Officer Wilde's web of contacts for practically any occasion or case. She didn't know this female. Didn't know anything about her other than that at some point she and Chief Bogo must have been in love enough to get married. Yet in her mind, she clung to this image of some careless, self interested bitch of a lady. Someone who didn't care about how much work Bogo put in at the office, how much his career and the safety and security of all mammal's in Zootopia meant to him. Someone who only cared about herself, and would demand, and demand, and demand of her husband until he was too exhausted and too worn down to even discipline his staff.

She had this whole elaborate fantasy worked out, despite her supposed attempts to keep herself from ever thinking about it. But what scared Jezz, what worried her most of all about this whole scenario wasn't being proven wrong. At least if she was wrong she might be able to get some closure, and stop obsessing about this male who was so far out of her league it was ridiculous. What scared the cat out of her wits, was that no matter how much her subconscious sought out any evidence to suggest that Bogo's home life was a happy one... she couldn't find any. Indeed the more she dug, the more she realised that over the last few months the Chief had started working longer and longer hours; pulling more all nighter's asleep at his desk, even though the city was experiencing the lowest crime rate and highest conviction rate for criminals in over a decade.

And then, of course, there was one final piece of the puzzle to consider.

Why had Bogo not spoken to her about catching her staring at him in the corridor? The ZPD had a zero tolerance policy for sexual harassment or fraternisation between superiors and subordinates, and even her obviously longing glance was grounds for a disciplinary hearing. Yet she hadn't been confronted. Hadn't been questioned. In fact, now she thought about it, Jezz hadn't been alone with Bogo in his office or anywhere else for a single second since that day.

A fact that remained true for almost another fortnight, until circumstances brought them together in solitude once more.

***************

"Okay, Sir. Start from the beginning and tell me what happened leading up to you being mugged."

Outside the interview room, practically the entire precinct was gathered. Snorting and laughing, the assembled cops stared through the one way glass, watching Officer Grizzoli beginning an interview that was sure to be one for the record books... not in terms of an interesting case or convinction, but simply with regard to length.

The sloth seated across the from the uniformed lion paused to collect his thoughts, and about four minutes later began to speak.

"It...

...was...

...seven...

...twenty...

...one...

...and...

...thirty...

...two...

...seconds...

...when...

...I...

...woke...

...up...

...this...

...morning...

...give...

...or...

...take.

...

...

...

Actually...

...no...

...that...

...was...

...this...

...morning.

Yesterday...

...I...

...slept...

...in...

...until..."

Jezz was about the fifth of the assembled group to tap out, smirking and giggling as she returned to her desk, still picturing the look of absolute despair on Grizzoli's face as he realised what he'd gotten himself into by asking such a vague question. She glanced around the oddly quiet bull-pen, and ever so briefly looked towards his office.

The door was ajar.

Her eyes widened. The door was never left ajar. If any officer forgot to close it on their way in and out, woe betide them. If a member of the public left it open as they entered to speak with the Chief, he would always close it for them as a way of offering privacy and a safe space. And if Bogo had forgotten to close it himself, or neglected to ask someone else to do so... well, if that was the case? Something was very, very wrong indeed.

Despite her knowing that this was probably the last thing she should do, Jezz slipped off her chair and padded over to the office door. She knocked, and waited.

"Yes?"

Her already wide eyes bulged a little more. He was inside. Suddenly, Jezz realised she didn't actually have a reason to be visiting Bogo's office. No case updates to give. No assignments to request being a part of. Absolutely nothing, except the real reason she was here. She swallowed heavily and padded inside, carefully pushing the door shut behind her. Turning round to look into the room, the cat jumped slightly as she found herself staring directly at Chief Bogo. Or more specifically at his crotch. The water buffalo wasn't seated at his desk, he was standing in the middle of the room just staring off into space. It was only when Jezz cleared her throat, and murmured his name in concern, that he turned his gaze down towards her.

"C-Chief Bogo?"

His voice was weary, and his eyes had that same look in them that she'd seen back during the Setwell case. The apathy that went beyond his usual no nonsense attitude, and into almost tragic emptiness.

"Yes, Miss Forest?"

His voice was just as devoid of sentiment. He said it plenty of times, but right now it seemed like truly, genuinely, he just didn't care.

"I... I... I just... I wanted to ask..."

He snorted softly, and the cat fell sharply silent. He smiled, though it was a humourless and dry smile.

"If you're thinking about the corridor the other week, don't give it another thought. I haven't reported you, nor do I intend to."

Jezz's heart skipped a beat, but she tried to get past the sudden awareness that Bogo really had noticed what she'd been doing; that she'd been checking him out.

"Thank you, Sir. But that's not why I'm here. I actually wanted to ask you if you were doing o-..."

The Chief held up a hand, and again the cat fell obediently quiet. He looked down at her. His sharp eyes focused on hers, and only when he knew she was watching him watching her, did his gaze shift its position. Leaving her eyes, her face, and roaming down the rest of her body with purposeful intent. The forest cat shuddered as she realised what was happening. As she saw Chief Bogo checking her out. But before she could react, he spoke in a gruff rumble.

"My wife used to look at me the way you did. The way you have so many times. And... I used to look at her like that too. Like I'm looking at you, now."

Bogo took a step forward, towards Jezz. She took a step back, then another and another to keep up with his much larger stride, gasping as her back found itself brushing up against the side wall of the office, just next to the door. Jezz bit her bottom lip, and felt her face flushing a deep crimson beneath its white and golden fur as Chief Bogo stepped around her, and leaned against the wall in a position that placed him directly between her and the door. No, he wasn't blocking it. She could easily have darted under the curve of his arm and been out the door before he could react. But by placing himself there, he was silently saying that he didn't want her to leave. A fact that made Jezz shake like a leaf from head to toes.

"Do you know, Miss Forest, what it is like to spend close to forty years with a person out of convenience?"

His nostrils flared, and he snorted, not giving Jezz an opportunity to respond before continuing.

"Of course you don't. You weren't alive for... what, eight, nine years after my wife and I met. Sometimes I forget we aren't young any more. But then... then one day, she says something to you that makes you remember. She asks, like it's the most casual thing in the world, if I regretted settling. Going for the easy option, by marrying her."

He chuckled dryly at the look on Jezz's face. Not one of embarrassment any longer. Not one of wonder, or amazement as she realised that so many of her supposedly baseless assumptions had been right on the money. All he could see on the feline's features was sorrow and anguish at hearing of his predicament.

"I loved that lady. Or at least, I thought I did. But... when she asked me that question? I realised something. I realised... Miss Forest, that I knew the answer right away."

Bogo closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep, steadying breath.

"Yes. Yes, I regretted it. Because I was a good husband. A loyal husband. And do you know what that means, Jezz?"

Hearing the Chief call her by her first name made the cat's knees weak. She mewled softly, shaking her head.

"No, Chief..."

Bogo leaned down towards Jezz, his powerful figure dwarfing the cat and casting her in shadow.

"I think you do. It means I did not take advantage. I did not accept the offers that came the way of a strong, up-and-coming police officer in the prime of his life. I ignored the come-ons from my colleagues. The pleading offers from women who loved a male in uniform. I'll have you know I even had the opportunity to spend the night with a certain former Mayor, back when she was first elected as Deputy. Though given the way things turned out for her, I am glad I turned down that particular offer."

Again he gave that same dry laugh, and shook his head in faux amusement.

"Imagine, Jezz. Imagine if I'd realised sooner that what I thought was love, was really just the gratitude of having someone waiting at home who didn't care enough to miss me when I worked late. Who didn't mind that I never bought her anniversary gifts, because my bank balance was always open to her for whatever she wanted without the obligation of having to spend an evening being wined and dined first. A lady who was glad to oblige my desire to put work before having a family, so she could continue living her life without either a child, or a husband to get in the way."

Jezz whimpered softly, feeling like her heart was going to break. She could see how much saying all of this was hurting Bogo, even if his reaction was to look ever more stoic and unaffected.

"Sir. Please... I'm sure it's not that bad. You're acting like she doesn't care, but you said it yourself, you've never had time to spend together. How can you know? How can either of you be sure that... t-that you haven't just forgotten how it felt when you fell in love. Maybe all you need is some time together. Dinners. Dates. Give her... I... I don't know, a massage? Just try harder. Work at it."

The cat had no idea what she was doing. She'd been obsessing over the idea of Bogo even remotely paying attention to her advances for weeks, and now that he actually seemed to be showing his availability, she was trying to offer him marriage counselling?! It was insane. And thankfully, the Chief seemed to find it just as ridiculous as she did. He laughed dryly, but with some genuine mirth on this occasion.

"I gave this piece of advice once before, and it turned out I was wrong. But this time, I think it really does apply, Jezz. In this life? This world? It's not about how badly you want something. It's about what you are capable of."

Jezz frowned.

"Sir? W-what do you mean?"

Bogo snorted, and his vast powerful shoulders gave an almighty shrug, as though he was casting off a vast weight that had been lying heavily upon them for years, perhaps even decades.

"I mean, it doesn't matter how badly I wanted to be a good husband. Or to believe the female I married was a good wife. We walked through this marriage for almost four decades without paying any real attention to it... and now? Even if I could try to rebuild what's left... I don't know if I want to. Not when I look at you, and see the alternative."

Staring up at the vast and strong male looming over her, the cat mewled nervously, yet with almost unbearable excitement.

"T-the alternative?"

She glanced down, and her legs almost gave way as she looked at the well fitted fabric of Chief Bogo's royal blue uniform trousers. The front was bulging with a substantial tent, and one of the water buffalo's hoofed hands was rubbing at the bulge as he stared down at her, unblinking and utterly without remorse.

"Taking you in my arms, and doing exactly as I please with you. Knowing you want it... you crave it in a way she never would, or could ever again. Just imagining what I could do to you with this. And what we could do to each other, if I stopped fighting. Stopped trying to be a good husband to a lady who doesn't even care... and admit the truth."

Hearing Bogo speaking such suggestive and frankly filthy commentary, gripping and hefting the vast bulge as he spoke in no uncertain terms about cheating on his wife with the female standing right in front of him, Jezz felt like she could pass out at any moment. Her head span. Her heart was beating so fast it seemed like it was going to pound its way right through the front of her red dress. If he kept looking at her like this. Kept talking to her. If he even touched a single hair upon her golden furred body... she didn't know if she'd be able to resist. Even now, it was only fear of getting caught... of being found out by the department full of police officers, and most importantly of all Chief Bogo's wife, that kept her from throwing herself headlong into his arms and giving the water buffalo everything that he seemed to crave.

"Chief. Sir. B-Bogo. Please. The truth is you're married. Happily or not. You're married, so... w-we can't. We shouldn't. I'm flattered. R-really flattered. But... I should probably go. L-leave you to think about this some more?"

The male's hands clenched into tight fists, and he snorted passionately.

"That might be true, Jezz. All of it. But it's still not the whole truth. Only I know the whole truth. Only I know what I'm thinking... what I feel, what I need right now. And only I know the one part of it that really, truly matters. Would you like to know what that it?"

Swallowing thickly, the forest cat nodded. She didn't actually know if she wanted to know. But she knew that she needed to.

"Tell me. Tell me, Bogo."

The water buffalo's fists unclenched, and he reached down, grabbing Jezz under the arms and pulling her up against the wall. Her feet left the ground, and she held back a yowl of unbearable excitement as his body stepped closer still to her own, and she found his strong face and steely eyes pressing against her own.

"The truth, is that no matter what's right? No matter what's best? I. Don't. Care."

Bogo pressed his mouth to Jezz's own before she could react, and a huge thick tongue invaded the cat's muzzle. Her eyes bulged, and her claws extended from all four limbs as she helplessly grabbed at the male. Not to fight him though. Not to try and push him way. But to dig those claws into his clothes and the flesh beneath, and clutch at him savagely to hold them together as she began to mindlessly, joyfully kiss him back.

***************

Outside of Bogo's office, the day shift continued as normal. Officers and clerical staff went about their business, and not an eye turned towards the Chief's office with any real curiosity or intent. Every Officer in the Precinct knew that if Bogo wanted them; if he needed an opinion, a body to be reassigned, or an update on the progress of a case or some paperwork, he'd ask. And if he didn't, unless it was absolutely urgent, they knew not to bother him. He was a busy individual, and whatever was keeping him locked away in there, it had to be of vital importance.

"O-ohh god... Bogo..."

One of the water buffalo's strong hands pinned Jezz to the office wall by her chest, lifting her higher and higher as her claws scrabbled at the paintwork behind her. The forest cat fought with all her strength not to cry out any louder than that desperate moan of delight, still panting and gasping in the wake of that first intense and lengthy kiss with the police chief. It was painfully hard to restrain herself though, particularly when she could feel the male's hoofed hand trembling as it pushed her to the wall, leaving him helplessly able to feel every thundering beat of her heart. The task grew harder still when Jezz realised why he was doing this, his other hand grabbing roughly at the black fabric of her leggings, slipping in beneath the thigh length fabric of her dress, hooking one digit around the waistband of the opaque, skin-tight leggings and starting to drag them down.

"We shouldn't. W-we could get caught. Please... o-oh... ohh..."

Her pleas were half-hearted at best, almost spoken purely to thrill and excite herself as much as the beast of a male now tugging her leggings down from around her ankles. She could tell Bogo knew it as he glared up at her, and a single moment spent staring into his eyes, no longer weary but blazing with furious passion, was all it took to drive out any remaining and genuine anxiety she may have possessed as the water buffalo grunted at her again.

"We'll only get caught if you scream. So Jezz? Don't scream."

The cat mewled, blushed, and nodded. But as she watched Bogo tossing her leggings aside and his free hand immediately returning towards her crotch, she knew that was going to be easier said than done. He hooked the same digit around not the waistline, but through one leg-hole of Jezz's panties. She almost gave them away right then and there as the firm finger brushed at her inner thigh and came perilously close to making contact with her pussy, holding back her giddy cry and instead unleashing a deep, intense grunt of longing as the Chief tore her underwear away from her midriff and bared her before his gaze, her crotch resting almost perfectly at eye level.

"Like I said, Jezz. Whatever you do... whatever it takes. Don't scream."

He was just teasing her now. The fucker! And she loved it. Bogo's deep voice rumbled passionately to her as he cast away her panties without a care, the balled up fabric actually thudding dully against the glass of the office door in a way that anyone outside could have seen.

"F-fuck you..."

Jezz half growled, half giggled as she saw Bogo's wry smirk, but before she could try to chide or reassert even a shred of control over the situation, she felt the water buffalo's free hand lifting each of her legs in turn, planting her bare feet wide apart upon his shoulders. His neck cranked out to the left, and the cat shivered happily as he ever so tenderly kissed at the inside of her leg. He repeated the process on the right, and began to inch forward, kissing higher and higher as his snout grew ever closer to disappearing beneath the fabric of her red dress. All the while, he continued to murmur under his breath, almost daring Jezz to talk back with such glorious filth that it made her toes curl.

"No matter how many times I stick my tongue deep inside you. No matter how I suck on your clit, or how hard you know you're gonna squirt when I make you cum... don't cry out, Jezz. Don't let them catch us. Don't make us have to stop before I've had a chance to show you what I'm capable of. You hear me, Forest? Not a cry. Not a whimper. Not a word that could get us caught."

By the time he fell silent his lips were pecking at the insides of Jezz's thighs, and the cat's hands were clutching at the wrist of Bogo's free hand. She had two of his thick hoof's digits in her mouth, and was half suckling on them in an attempt to tease and excite the male in return, but half using them as a gag to hold back her cries as he drove her crazy before his mouth had even made contact with her intimate depths. She could never have dreamed that he'd be this way. So rough and so tender all at once. So firm and yet so giving. It was the sign of a truly masterful lover, being able to remain dominant whilst promising to eat you out to a spectacular orgasm. But really, Jezz shouldn't have been surprised. She'd always known there was a reason that Bogo had made her weak at the knees, and finally she was about to experience it firsthand.

The cat's golden hues widened like dinner-plates as Bogo's snout huffed a hot rush of air over her pussy a second before his lips parted and his muzzle pushed the final little way forward. He was huge, and as Jezz flung her legs around his neck and slurped loudly at his fingers to hold back an almighty shriek of bliss, she realised that it was not just his cock that she had to contend with being a monster. It must have barely been the tip of his tongue that had invaded and almost filled her muzzle during their kiss, because as the girth of his muzzle spread her legs lewdly apart, the tongue that delved between her already damp and swollen outer lips spread her as wide as the biggest male she had ever been with before now. Its tip somehow managed to seek out her clit, and lashed the stiff little nub several times back and forth before withdrawing, leaving Jezz a quivering and gurgling mess. But when it began to push inside her, to tongue and eat out her pussy's depths, there was no delicacy about Bogo's actions. He was rough, he was sloppy, and god, it drove the comparably tiny cat absolutely wild.

Jezz knew it was rude, but she didn't care. Her hands reached out as she trembled and moaned around the fingers that Bogo was now actively holding against her own muzzle, grasping tightly at the water buffalo's horns and tugging on them as if somehow seeking to pull his face even more urgently into her crotch. She saw his eyes widen at the rather personal contact with his horns, and felt him grunt into her dripping pussy, but it was a sound and a glare of excitement and desire, rather than offence or anger.

"Y-you like having your horns t-tu-ahh... ooohhhh god!"

As soon as the cat pulled her muzzle free from the male's glistening digits and tried to tease him, she regretted it. He took full advantage of her momentary weakness and withdrew the entirety of his tongue from within her, slurping loudly as he dragged its rough surface across the inner walls of her pussy on its way out, and then stuffing it right back in again just a moment later. If he hadn't wrapped his hand around her mouth, practically engulfing her entire face in its palm, her cry would have rung out around the office and beyond, but instead it barely made it to the water buffalo's twitching ears as he revelled in the cat's obvious lust.

"Bogo. Fuck. Fuck! I... y-you're gonna make me... aahh..."

She didn't know what she'd expected when she told the male of her rapidly approaching orgasm, but what she got was the perfect response. No reaction at all. It was like he genuinely didn't care. Like her orgasm was irrelevant, and it was his thirst for her moans, her writhing atop his muzzle and her liquid longing drooling down his chin that were all that mattered. Like he would keep on going whether she came or not. Through one orgasm. Two. Three? As many as it took for him to get his fill.

Jezz mewled frantically as she humped and bucked at the male's face between her legs. His eyes stared up at her over the red fabric of her dress, obviously drinking in every expression of bliss and desperation upon her face in a way that made Jezz's cheeks burn brighter and brighter. He wasn't just loving this, he was proud of it. Proud of what he was doing to this female; how crazy he was driving her and how much she craved him. And right now, Jezz couldn't even blame him, or deny it in the slightest. Yes she craved him. Yes she wanted him. Needed him.

And that was when it hit her. When it struck her like a rhino charging.

She had him.

After all this time. All those fantasies and guilt-ridden days, followed by indulgent, masturbatory evenings. She actually had him between her legs, tongue buried deeper than she could ever have imagined in her pussy, and not simply about to make her cum... but actually making her cum, right now.

"B-Bogo! Ohhhh fuck, yes!"

Muffled by the water buffalo's hand over her mouth, but still worryingly loud as she shrieked in ecstasy, Jezz was struck by the mother of all orgasms. She had been imagining this for so long a part of the cat had been worried it couldn't possibly live up to expectations, but god did it ever. Her toes curled and flexed violently, her clawed fingers scratched and clutched at the male's horns, and of course her innermost depths squeezed and convulsed around Chief Bogo's tongue as each powerful spasm sent volatile shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve in Jezz's shuddering, writhing body. Right then and there, the cat couldn't have stopped, couldn't have held herself back from experiencing and indulging in her bliss even if Bogo's wife had walked right into the room. And even if she could have, she didn't think she would have. It wasn't that she didn't care. Just like she knew it wasn't that Bogo didn't care at all. It was just that some things weren't worth caring about, while others very much were.

"Hey... you still with me, Forest? Don't go passing out yet."

Jezz's cheeks flushed as she felt herself being pulled away from the wall, and now two strong arms wrapped around her torso again, trying to disentangle her legs from around the water buffalo's neck. She released her grip around the male's head, and moaned happily as one of his hands dropped down to cup her rear end, drawing her close to him as Bogo carried the panting, shivering cat over and around to behind his desk; a place Jezz had never been before. She looked into Bogo's eyes as she came to rest on his lap, feeling the swollen length of his cock straining up at her through his trousers. Licking her lips, she growled playfully.

"Passing out? Someone's full of themselves, aren't they?"

For a split second Jezz thought she actually saw a blush cross the water buffalo's face. He covered it quickly with a snort of amusement though, and with one thick hoofed hand grabbed the back of her head, pushing their faces together in yet another deep and lingering kiss. Jezz's eyes fell shut, and she trembled with delight as she realised she could smell her juices on his face, and feel droplets of liquid still clinging to the hair around his lips. And just when she thought Bogo couldn't possibly make her want him more, his sharp eyes gazed deep into hers, and he grunted at her once more.

"Now, how about we get you full of me?"

Sliding Jezz off his lap, the Chief rose to his feet and his hands dropped to his belt. He nodded, and snorted encouragingly as the cat's eyes widened, and she urgently began to fumble with her dress. By the time she'd loosened her own belt and pulled the bright red garment up and over her head, Bogo's trousers were around his ankles and he was looking the naked cat up and down with a lick of his already moistened lips as his hoofed hands hooked themselves over the edges of his boxer-briefs and began to drag them down over the bulge of his erection.

"Oh... oh my god... Chief..."

Shamelessly, the cat found one of her own paws between her legs, grazing and stimulating her clit mere minutes after her powerful orgasm. She couldn't help it though, as she stood there and stared at Bogo's cock. It was huge. Thick and imposing, as broad as the cat's arm. It was the biggest, and the most enticingly glorious cock that Jezz had ever seen. And it wasn't the idea of trying to fit even a little of that monstrous member within her that terrified Jezz. It was the idea that she might try, and fail. That it might be too big, and she might not be able to fuck Bogo's brains out.

"You like it, Forest?"

Bogo sat back in his chair, and gestured towards the well-space beneath his heavy wooden desk as he swung himself around like he was about to get back to work.

"Suck it."

The fact that Jezz couldn't tell if Bogo knew she adored his abrasive demeanour, or if he really was just that tactless and overburdened with confidence only served to make the Chief's command so much hotter. She moaned to him softly in a failed effort at retaliation, already dropping to her knees and crawling beneath the desk as she did so.

"F-fuck you..."

And groaned louder still, one paw still resting between her legs and fondling herself hungrily as Bogo snorted with laughter and shot right back at her.

"If you're lucky, then maybe you can fuck me. For now... either you suck it, or you get out of my office."

The mere idea of leaving without making Bogo cum was threat enough to make Jezz mewl in horror, and almost desperately fling herself forward between the water buffalo's legs. Grabbing the head of his cock in one hand, its shaft so thick she couldn't even come close to making her fingers close around its length, the feline guided it towards her open maw. Before taking it inside her though she sniffed at it, inhaling its masculine scent, and lapped at its tip with her own far smaller but even more wonderfully rough tongue.

"Ah..."

It was only a slight gasp. The softest of pleasurable sounds. But it was enough to let Jezz loose, knowing that for all his bravado and machismo, Bogo was just a mammal. An adonis of a male mammal perhaps, but still just a mammal, and thus every bit as susceptible to the allure of pleasure as she was. With a longing gurgle the cat filled her muzzle with as much of Bogo's cock as she could comfortably handle, before sealing her lips around it as best she could and gleefully starting to suckle.

"Ahh... ahhhh... fuck."

No matter how hard he might have tried, Bogo clearly couldn't hold back his enjoyment as Jezz slurped and licked at him masterfully. He grunted and moaned in pleasure as she suckled and bobbed up and down on those first few inches of his member, and it wasn't that long at all before Jezz felt one of his hands brushing through her hair and scratching her behind the ears. The cat began to purr like an engine as she felt that tender touch coming from the big, tough water buffalo, and the vibrations from deep within her chest and throat drove Bogo to gasp and shudder in ever more intense pleasure.

Closing her eyes, Jezz just listened, drinking in every last little noise the male she was pleasing made in response to her ministrations. She tried a few different techniques, differing the speed of her head's bouncing upon his cock or the intensity of her suckling, and it wasn't long before she found the exact combination of licking, suction and caressing by her lips to get the loudest and most frequent groans and growls from within Bogo. Of course, what she was doing was far from a selfless act. The more he moaned and grunted, the more urgently Jezz allowed herself to stroke and tease at her own pussy. She gurgled happily around his cock as she slipped two trembling fingers inside herself, and began to work them in and out just a little way, in time with the bobbing of her head.

"God, Forest. Jezz. You can suck a cock... I'll give you that. Let's just hope your pussy can handle as much as your mouth."

It was hard to tell who was more turned on; Bogo to the point where he was starting to say such things, or Jezz upon hearing them. The cat settled on deciding that it was probably a tie, though she suspected that if Bogo had been able to feel how wet her fingers were getting between her legs, he might have disagreed. Then again, if she hadn't been slurping and gulping down all the water buffalo's rather mild, sweet pre-cum, god only knew how much of a mess he'd be making drooling and dripping down the length of his own cock. Jezz thought about that. She pictured it, and shuddered violently. Goddammit. As if there weren't already a thousand and one different ways she wanted to please Bogo, now there were one thousand and two.

"You up for swallowing, Forest?"

Jezz didn't answer, at least not in words, but the fact that she groaned loudly and sucked upon Bogo harder than ever after he asked the question made the water buffalo grin. He stroked the cat's head again, and let loose a deep, rumbling bellow of desire.

"Aahhhhhhh... good. Because, you're gonna have to. I don't fancy explaining a mess under my desk to the cleaners. Ahh. Ahhh fuck, Jezz. Keep it up. God, i-it's been... it's been way too long."

The cat's eyes widened as she heard Bogo give that final grunt. Too long? Too long since what? His last blowjob? Or, god forbid, his last orgasm. The idea that he might have not had sex with his wife in a while had certainly crossed the cat's mind, but to think that things might have been so stale that it would have held back his sex drive entirely? Suddenly this wasn't just a desperate personal desire for Chief Bogo's cum pouring down her throat. Now this was a mission of mercy. A desperate struggle to re-awaken the male's libido, and make it ravenously hungry for all it had missed since... well, whenever it had last had the chance to indulge itself without limit.

"Fuck. Fuck , F-Forest. I'm... ahhh. I'm close. Don't stop. Don't you fucking dare stop now."

The desk above Jezz shook as Bogo's fists slammed down on it as he huffed and grunted with loud, breathless ecstasy. Jezz felt his cock straining. Felt him getting harder, thicker within her muzzle as he approached the point of no return. She worked her tongue and lips around him with groans of her own glee, and ground her thumb against her clit as her own ecstasy prepared to reach a second peak.

The sound of knuckles on glass from close by made Jezz's eyes spring wide open, and a fevered curse escape Bogo.

"Fuck."

Before either of them could react, the door swung open, and a lilting voice rang out as Jezz felt the male's cock throbbing in her muzzle, and heard his most recent command ringing in her ears. Don't you dare fucking stop.

"Hey Chief! Just checking in to see if there's anything appointments you need re-arranging for this afternoon."

Clawhauser's chipper voice rang out around the room, and Jezz shuddered in devilish delight as she felt Bogo trembling violently as she kept on suckling him.

"N-no. Nothing, Clawhauser. I'm... I'm fine. Thank you."

Reaching up with her free paw, Jezz cupped the water buffalo's hefty balls in her palm, caressing and squeezing them affectionately as she dragged her tongue along the underside of Bogo's erection. She heard Clawhauser reply cheerily, then the sound of the door starting to swing shut. A split-second later though, it swung open again and the cheetah spoke up once more.

"You okay Chief? You want me to grab you some lunch, or a glass of water from the cooler? You look a little-..."

It was all Jezz could do not to snort with laughter as she felt her lover's cock straining, on the verge of orgasmic release as he fought to remain coherent and collected in addressing their colleague.

" No , Clawhauser. I'm... ah... I'm just very... ahh... busy. And I don't want to be d-disturbed."

The cheetah paused for a moment, and then...

"Not even a Pretzel? I can get you your favouri-"

" Out, Clawhauser. Now!"

It wasn't often Jezz heard Clawhauser annoyed or offended, but as he made his exit her sharp hearing caught him muttering under his breath.

"Okay, okay. Fine. Jeez, somebody needs to get laid."

The door slammed rather pointedly shut, and barely a second later a volatile bellow of ecstasy escaped Bogo's muzzle.

"Fuck. Fuck! You g-goddamn... ahhhhhhh! Take it. T-take it all!"

Jezz heard and felt Bogo's legs kicking at the wood of the desk as his hoofed hands practically dug holes in the arms of his chair, but they and his savage growls barely registered in comparison to the feeling of his hot cum flooding her muzzle. His cock strained and throbbed with such force it almost dragged itself free from the cat's clutches and sent cum spraying all over the desk, but with a desperate mewl Jezz flung her head forward another inch or so, holding it in place against the roof of her muzzle and gurgling as she fought to gulp down each wave of the hot, thick cum. The sheer volume was far more than her little muzzle could handle, so it was no surprise when she felt it drooling out of the corners of her maw and down her chin, but she handled the majority with sheer force of will, challenging her own libido in its craving for this male to swallow each and every drop she possibly could.

Her own second peak was forgotten for the time being, lost as one of the female's hands kept caressing the water buffalo's balls while the other stroked at the length of his shaft which her muzzle had never reached. But Jezz didn't care. Horny and lustful as she was, feeling Bogo cum, knowing it was her that had awoken all of this feeling and passion and the liquid bliss now drooling down her throat, was far more satisfying than any orgasm could have been. At least for now.

"Oh. Ohh god. You... you little bitch. Were you trying to get us both fired?"

When finally Bogo relaxed, and he leaned back in his chair so that he could look down at the cat kneeling between his legs, still licking and nuzzling at his erect but slowly softening cock, he addressed her with a weary but satisfied groan. Jezz just smiled, purring loudly as she ran a finger over the male's tip, collecting a lingering droplet of cum and licking it off luxuriously.

"No. I was trying to make you cum. And it worked. So shut up, or say thank you."

Licking her lips, Jezz crawled out from under the desk and without waiting for permission scrambled up onto the water buffalo's lap. She stood, straddling him, just about bringing the two of them face to face. Her cheeks were flushed and the fur around her muzzle was slightly matted with the escaping rivulets of cum she'd tried to deal with, but her eyes were bright and eager.

Bogo looked at her smiling face, and her wide, gleefully sparkling eyes. He snorted softly... and smiled back at Jezz.

"Yeah. Yeah, Forest. I guess it did."

Once more the water buffalo's lips pressed against the forest cat's own. Just a peck this time, but one so soft and affectionate it made Jezz giggle. Bogo's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed.

"Just don't mistake gratitude for me caring. Because good fuck or not, I'm in no place right now to have a new woman expecting me to win her heart."

Jezz smirked, and kissed the male back in the same light, tender way he'd kissed her.

"That's fine. Maybe I don't care if you care or not. Just so long as I get to feel that cock of yours inside me soon."

The police chief stared at the little lady within his arms, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled warmly.

"That?"

He kissed Jezz again, one large hoofed hand squeezing at the forest cat's ass.

"That, I can do."

By Jeeves