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Pawbert stirred in his sleep, whimpering and then waking up in an unfamiliar bed. He sighed in relief, blinking restlessly at the wooden ceiling before turning to the old alarm clock on the bedside drawer.

Half past midnight. He’d barely been asleep for a few hours. Just as the tired and melancholic lynx was about to try and fall asleep again, his stomach rumbled in protest.

He groaned. “Better have some milk.”

Pawbert sat up on the squeaking old bed frame and slumped out of the large mattress, clearly built for a mammal larger than the green pajama-clad lynx. He walked over to the bedroom door, opened it gently, then snuck downstairs without waking a certain fox in the next-door bedroom. He didn’t want to bother Officer Wilde, let alone see anyone.

The remote cabin was old-fashioned and built by paw, possessing a vintage fireplace and furniture that made Pawbert feel like he’s been thrust back in time, but the kitchen itself on the ground floor was more modern. It had a sleek granite island with high-tech stovetops, a microwave in the corner, and an expensive refrigerator. It even had an interior stepladder designed for smaller mammals to climb up and down the shelves to grab items from the top. It almost resembled the model that used to be at Lynxley Manor before…before…

After pouring himself a cold glass of milk and shutting the refrigerator door behind him, Pawbert let out a deep, forlorn sigh. He downed the milk in a single gulp, partly wishing it were alcoholic.

As the timeless saying went, “No good deed goes unpunished,” and Pawbert had quickly discovered that after deciding to do the right thing. Rather than go through with his plan of betraying Judy or his partner-in-crime Gary De’Snake upon learning about the patent’s location, he confessed about his original intentions. Tears were shed, hugs exchanged, and after receiving forgiveness from his new friends, they got to work. Pawbert turned over a new leaf, and with everyone’s help, they retrieved the patent, exonerated Judy and Nick, and exposed the extent of the Lynxley family’s crimes to the rest of Zootopia.

To put it bluntly, Pawbert’s father was absolutely livid. He not only disowned his defiant runt of a son but began using intimidation tactics to prevent him from testifying as a key witness in the upcoming court case. This went all the way to allegedly hiring hitmen, with orders to kill the traitorous lynx. This terrified Pawbert. He needed to be somewhere secure and with not that many animals who could identify him. Which was why the Zootopia Police Department placed Pawbert in witness protection and shipped him to a secretive safe house just beyond the city limits, as well as assigned somebody to watch over the former Lynxley.

Officer Judy Hopps desperately wanted to join her fox partner in watching over Pawbert, or at the very least visit him during her off hours. So did Gary De’Snake, but Chief Bogo insisted otherwise. The fewer people that were aware of the timid lynx’s location, the better. Plus, Judy needed to focus on tracking down Bellweather and the other convicted felons who escaped from a recent prison escape. Meanwhile, Gary had his tail full with rebuilding the reptile district and acclimating his family back to Zootopia, as well as leading a goodwill campaign for snakes across the city.

Pawbert smiled softly. None of that stopped Judy or Gary from occasionally sneaking letters to him via Nick and the random ZPD officer assigned to check up on them every couple of weeks. Gary couldn’t wait to give his partner-in-crime the tour of his new home and ended each letter by wishing him the best while asking the lynx to never forget: he did have a loving family.

Pawbert sniffled. [i]I can’t believe I almost threw his friendship away…for Dad’s approval.[/i]

Pawbert continued to stand at the counter. Agonized thoughts and brewing emotions dominated his senses. He didn’t register noises behind him as a certain red fox walked downstairs, wearing black pajama bottoms and a Gazelle t-shirt clearly too big for him, looking almost like a nightgown.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh? Yeah, I get it. Can’t get used to the quiet out here, hehe. I don’t think I can fall asleep without traffic noises and—Pawbert?” Nick’s snide, sleepy smile straightened up, concern lacing his vulpine face. “Pawbert, what’s wrong?”

Finally realizing the fox’s presence, the lynx tried to wipe his eyes while faking a yawn.

“H-Hey there, Nick. Hehe, yeah I…get what you mean,” he let out an awkward laugh.

“S-S-Sometimes I hitchhiked away from home to uh, well, escape home and…mmm…” He shrugged, clenching his fist and trying not to cry again with the fox watching him. “Wh-Whatever.”

Nick wasn’t deterred by the blasé attitude. Or the attempt at one. Instead, he simply walked over to the anxious feline, who was still trying to hide his accumulating tears.

He hugged him. He wrapped his arms around Pawbert’s midsection and then leaned his muzzle against his chest, ears tickling the startled lynx’s whiskers.

“What are…you…?”

Nick shushed him. “It’s okay. You can let it all out.”

Pawbert sputtered, “B-But—”

“You went through a lot, Pawbert,” Nick spoke with honesty. “Carrots and I did too, but you went through the worst. I wasn’t gonna try to pry that much, but…You look like you need to cry. So, cry.” He hugged him a little tighter, patiently waiting. “I won’t judge. I promise.”

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four.

Inhaling through his whiskers, Pawbert sighed heavily in what resembled a shudder, like the weight on his shoulders were being lifted for him. He let go and hugged back, finally letting the tears begin to fall. He sobbed into Nick’s arms, his legs buckling out and pulling the two mammals to their knees.

Pawbert wracked out violent whimpers and choked bawling unlike anything the fox ever heard in years. Nick recognized it though. He recognized the pain. The ZPD officer easily understood it as a frequent runaway once, and as somebody who once yearned for his father’s approval before eventually learning to hate him for leaving. He recognized the fear of running away from home and turning his back on it, wanting to find a new one.

After several minutes, Pawbert quieted down enough for Nick to coax him to the living room couch. He patted the larger mammal’s shoulder in what he believed to be a comforting manner. “Do you…wanna talk about it, Pawbert?”

“What’s there to talk about?” Pawbert replied, then slowly mumbled, “My family disowned me…My dad wants me dead…I’m broke and no longer have anywhere to go because I did the right thing…”

Nick’s ears remained crestfallen. “Do you—”

“Regret it?” Pawbert asked, then shook his head while pulling away from hugging the fox. “N-Not really. No, I’m just…Just because I don’t regret not following through with my original plan, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” He sniffled. “I…I spent most of my life being in my dad and siblings’ shadows. I’ve been the runt. A mistake. And I clung to some hope of finding my way into the family, and…and I’m angry at myself for thinking that was possible after years and years of enduring their insults, their abuse…I almost threw everything away for my dad’s approval.”

Pawbert winced. “I’m so fucking stupid for ever considering it…”

“I understand,” Nick soothed him, rubbing his elbows with his paws. “And you’re not stupid. When the chips were down and you were given a choice, you choose right.”

Pawbert chuffed sadly. “It still hurts though…especially now that my own family wants me dead. Hell, I don’t think I can ever call myself a Lynxley again, and…for some reason, I’m not that sad to hear about it. Is that…weird?”

“I don’t think so,” Nick said, offering a supportive smile. “Even after the trial’s over, you’ll still need to stay underground. I dunno the specifics yet, but that means starting over with a new identity and name. You could be whatever you wanna be, Paw.”

That was right. Pawbert had completely forgotten about it during his initial debriefing the first few days after giving his statement with the help of Nick and Judy. What would his new name be? Could he make a choice?

“You’re a good cat, Paw,” Nick reassured him. “You deserve to be happy.”

“You mean that?” Pawbert cautiously asked.

“I do,” Nick said before hugging the lynx once more.

A low rumbling sound broke the silence. It vibrated all over Nick, who chuckled. Pawbert couldn’t help himself; he purred and purred like a motorcycle engine, for the first time in years.

Nick yawned without warning. “Wow, I’m tired,” he sheepishly apologized. “It’s pretty late. Do you…Do you wanna come join me in my bed?” Pawbert blushed intensely. Nick held back his laugh at the adorably funny expression on the feline’s face, knowing it wasn’t the right time, and clarified with, “You don’t seem like you wanna be alone tonight. Do you?”

Pawbert cleared his throat and shook his head. “I’d b-be g-grateful, Nick…” he said.

They slowly went upstairs once the lynx gathered himself. The canine and feline pair awkwardly settled into their respective sides, with Nick closing his eyes and wishing Pawbert a good night while the latter meekly replied with the same wish.

Minutes passed into an hour. Before either of them realized it, they fell asleep cuddling each other. Their arms wrapped tenderly around the other, sometimes sporting an erection and other times simply humming or purring in their sleep. For the first time in forever, one of them slept in pure bliss.

The other simply enjoyed the presence of someone else to hold as they dreamed.

***

Morning broke. Pawbert stirred in his sleep, waking up in an unfamiliar bed. Then, he felt the tail of a familiar fox wiggle in his face, tickling his nose.

He turned his head to see a half-naked red fox with his back facing towards him, tail swaying sleepily, and Pawbert immediately widened his eyes. He sat up from the bed and shook his head in speechless disbelief. So, it wasn’t a dream.

Before he could contemplate it further, nature suddenly called, and Pawbert quietly jumped out of bed and traveled down the hallway. He glanced one more time at Nick to see the fox roll over onto his back, still asleep.

[i]God[/i], Pawbert thought, smiling to himself and wagging his tail. [i]Nick, he looks so handsome…Shit, am I getting hard?![/i]

The lynx promptly barged into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Minutes later, after washing his paws and undressing himself, the feline figured a shower might calm his nerves, if not let his mind wander somewhere else.

The cold water descending upon Pawbert did very little to soften his erection. He tried ignoring it at first, turning the knob to set the water to hot, then running all ten claws through his damp fur. The lynx reached over to the shower wall and grabbed the nearest shampoo bottle, then rubbed his palms up and down his front, closing his eyes as he let his imagination wander.

Pawbert tried thinking about what to do for the day after breakfast, kneading all ten fingers through his luscious chest fur, only to freeze still when Nick Wilde crossed his mind. What would that fox be interested in doing? Hiking? Swimming in the lake? Nah, they didn’t even have swimming trunks.

Pawbert let out a soft moan when he suddenly thought of Nick, swimming completely naked alongside him on the lakeshore. They had no observers or police animals watching them. He imagined Nick wading closer to him on the small beach, stepping out to shake his fur and wag his tail above the water while smiling warmly at him. Water dripped down different parts of his small, lithe body, his ass wiggling as the fox shook it without even noticing, and Pawbert responded to his imagination by palming his shameful erection.

[i]Fuck it[/i], he thought, reaching down to fondle his balls and then stroke himself from base to aroused tip. [i]Oh, Nick…[/i]

His molten hot ears folded inward. His whiskers bristled. His fur stood on end. A purring noise of self-pleasure erupted from the back of his throat. Another firm stroke sent short bursts of electric ecstasy up and down his naughty spine, then back down to his hard cock. He stroked again and again and again, giving in to the temptation.

It had been way too long since the lynx pleasured himself. Pawbert barely remembered the last time he masturbated, let alone to what or whom. The lonely virgin lynx often pictured himself having sex with various older animals of different sizes, most of them feline. Plenty of them were public figures. Hell, Pawbert recalled Leodore Lionheart taking up most of his private fantasies during his time as Zootopia’s mayor. The poor lad sometimes pictured himself one day gathering the courage to ask the handsome lion for an internship, having lots of office sex, then developing a secret romance with him until Lionheart eventually retired and lived with him in a faraway land. They would live happily ever after…then the lynx would cum hard.

Plenty of different men filled his fantasies like that, their species and demeanors sometimes different. The one thing all of them shared in personality was obvious confidence, something which Pawbert felt he always lacked. And Nick Wilde possessed plenty of confidence, that smile alone fueling his fantasies as the lynx continued pleasuring himself.

Hips rocked back and forth. Toes curled against the wet porcelain floor. Warm water teased both rigid nipples and licked at the leaking tip of Pawbert’s shaft as he squeezed and rubbed himself faster. The lynx humped his own left grip while his right paw wandered behind to reach underneath his excited tail, two fingers already going knuckle-deep with little resistance. Pawbert shut his eyes and hung his head back, warm water baptizing his blissful expression as he stroked both ways and imagined all ten fingers belonging to a red fox. Said red fox roughly caressed his length with both paws at one point, only to magically teleport behind him and bury his smirking muzzle between his spread, gray-furred globes, devouring his crevice with that silver tongue of his. Sometimes, Pawbert imagined two Nick Wildes servicing him at the same time, one sucking him off and the other rimming him, the image alone causing his cock and tail hole to further twitch and quiver uncontrollably.

Pawbert purred at the sublime mental images he was conjuring. He vividly pictured Nick in his police uniform, lecturing him about law and order while servicing the officer’s cock. He lustfully lingered on another scenario where Nick did a strip tease out of his uniform before handcuffing him to a wall. Then, he would eat the lynx out like a five-course meal, his tail hole clenching tightly around that vulpine appendage each time it thrusted inside. He mentally relished the thought of Nick doing more than just cuddling with him the night before, stripping out of that comically large Gazelle t-shirt and those pajama bottoms to instead straddle the awestruck feline without a single stitch of clothing on him. They’d rub their cocks together and make out with full abandon. What did Nick Wilde taste like, exactly?

That question started driving Pawbert closer to the edge. Every movement created a choir of wet purrs and squelching noises drowned out by the hissing water descending over his blood-bloomed ears. He imagined Nick having an agile tongue like his, tasting like blueberries, smelling like fox musk and masculine cologne. Pawbert moaned like a resonating trombone as he pictured the ZPD officer thrusting his dick inside him, sometimes making love to the lynx and other times pounding him senseless. Pawbert let go of his own shaft and leaned against the tiled wall while fingering himself with three digits, mentally replacing them with Nick. He huffed and chuffed underneath the shower head’s torrential downpour, thick steam kissing his squirming body and each brush of his prostate making the timid lynx’s legs tremble.

Even rubbing his thumb against his hypersensitive taint was too much.

“N-Nick, oh fuck…Nick…!”

Pawbert nearly passed out from the volcanic climax he endured, his tail hole tightly locking his knuckle-deep fingers in a spasming vise as jets of cum stained the tiles and grout on the walls. The feline meowed loudly with undulating pleasure. He couldn’t tell if the stinging water trailing through his blushing cheek fur came from his tear ducks or the shower head itself.

He let out a heaving trill after spurting one final time. “Niiiiiiick!”

Then, the exhausted lynx staggered with his footing and leaned his back against an adjacent wall of the shower. He felt empty when his fingers withdrew and his sore hole was left vacant. When was the last time he came that hard?

Face and ears still burning, Pawbert stared down at his cum-stained fingers. [i]God, I’m such a fucking perv[/i], he thought ashamedly. [i]Nick’s going out of his way to keep me safe and this is how I think about him…[/i]

***

After another quick round of showering and shampooing himself, the lynx swiftly dried himself off and emerged from the bathroom, wearing a towel and discovering the bedroom he’d shared with Nick empty. Pawbert vaguely heard movement downstairs along with the sound of a clanking pan and something sizzling that smelled delicious. He quickly dressed himself in his usual green sweater and brown shorts before joining the fox for breakfast. During which, he mentally pushed the memories of him masturbating and fantasies of Nick to the back of his mind, pretending it didn’t all happen earlier.

Perched on a stool as he made scrambled eggs, Nick Wilde didn’t appear bothered by seeing Pawbert. In fact, the disheveled fox smiled at the cleaned lynx and wished him a good morning.

“Did you sleep well, Paw?” Nick asked.

“Honestly? I…think I slept great,” Pawbert replied as he sat across from the fox. “I can’t thank you enough for last night, Nick…”

Nick gave a small shrug. “Eh, don’t mention it. You needed company and someone to talk to,” he replied.

“A-A-And you?” Pawbert motioned to Nick. “I uh, hope us cuddling wasn’t…?”

“Weird? Don’t worry about it!” Nick smirked. “I don’t mind having a buddy to hold while I’m asleep. I’ve missed it. Plus, you were so fluffy to cuddle with.” As he scooped their scrambled eggs onto separate plates, the fox commented, “I wouldn’t mind if we did it again, Paw. If you’re up for it, Paw.”

Both lynx ears pointed straight up. “Really?”

“Really, really,” Nick said with a nod. He circled around the kitchen’s granite island and sat beside him on the nearby stool, the fox’s soft tail brushing against his backside. “Now eat up, buddy. I dunno about you, but I could go with a small hike after breakfast.”

“You’re not taking a shower first?” Pawbert asked before taking a bite. His taste buds lit up from the spices, and the lynx let out an unrestrained hum. “Mmm! That’s good!”

“I’ve been teaching myself how to cook recently,” Nick bragged between bites. “And yeah. I figure it’ll be worth it to save water. The Chief told me this place isn’t exactly connected to the grid. Speaking of which! Next time ya wanna jerk off to me, don’t do it in the—”

Pawbert choked back his food in horror. Nick laughed, but not before patting the felines back until he stopped gasping for air and began to shrink in on himself. Nick quickly noticed.

“Hey now, don’t worry about it. I was kidding,” he assured Pawbert. “I don’t mind. In fact, I think it’s flattering, Paw.”

Pawbert peeked between his fingers covering his face. “Y-Y-You d-do?” he meekly asked.

“You’re a handsome guy,” Nick told him. “And as long as we’re both here until the trial, it’s going to be lonely. If you want to ever do more than just cuddle,” he leaned forward to whisper seductively, “I’d be down for it.”

Pawbert’s brain short-circuited. Was this real?

“Well, Paw?” Nick asked again.

“I…I’d like that,” he answered after a long moment. “I’d l-like that a-a lot.” He cleared his throat as the fox leaned back from his ear, his mind struggling with what to say next. “I, um…I also l-like it…I mean, the…the way you call me…P-Paw.”

Nick beamed at the flustered lynx. “Wanna join me for that hike then, Paw?”

The blushing lynx nodded. “Yes.”