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This story was written for Silvergatomon as part of my Patreon request days for July 2018. It contains M/M and M/F sex between consenting adults. Also, a content warning for anyone with claustrophobia, this contains scenes that take place underground.

Offering Comfort - Part Two

Lying beside Finnick upon the bed set into the rear of the fennec fox's van, Nick frowned as he peered at his phone. It was still raining, and although it had been hours since the last peal of thunder, he was looking at a weather forecast which promised more storms throughout the day. The fox looked down, smiling softly as he regarded Finnick's adorable face resting against his chest, the smaller male's ears twitching as Nick's breathing washed out over their sensitive flesh. He looked so peaceful. So calm and relaxed. The idea that in a few hours the storms might start up again, and subject Finnick to the same terror which he had faced the night before... it broke his heart. All he wanted was for his friend to be happy. To be happy, and to feel safe.

Brow furrowed, Nick looked back to his phone. He navigated away from the weather forecast, and instead pulled up the device's messaging app. If he'd had the entire day free, he might not have even bothered to call in any further assistance. He would happily have tended to Finnick himself all night and all day, rather than just the first few hours of the morning as he had previously promised. But since that wasn't possible, Nick knew to whom he had to turn. He knew who he could trust to aid both him and Finnick, and perhaps more importantly who Finnick would hopefully allow to help him, despite the fennec fox's distaste for allowing almost anyone to see him in an even remotely vulnerable state.

The message was soon sent, and not long after that Nick smiled gently as he received the reply he'd hoped for.

"Thanks, carrots..."

He murmured softly, only to chuckle as that vocalisation made the fennec's ears twitch, and moments later seemed to bring Finnick out of his peaceful slumber once and for all.

"Morning, Finn."

Nick craned his neck forward and planted a soft peck on the fennec's forehead, chuckling as he watched an array of emotions cross Finnick's features that went from confusion at why he wasn't alone, to realisation and momentary fear, to embarrassment, to excitement, and then finally to gratitude. The fennec's large eyes peered up at Nick through the still rather darkened interior of the van, only a few shafts of sunlight breaking through the blinds that had been tugged down over the windows to keep the lightning from making itself so obviously known, and Finnick shuffled his way a little further up Nick's taller, handsome body. Soon they were face to face, and with Finnick growling tenderly as Nick's arms encircled his naked form, their noses rubbed and their lips soon met in a soft, deeply affectionate kiss.

"Thank you."

He moaned to the fox as their kissing grew more playful and passionate all at once, Nick grinning as Finnick shuffled around until he was straddling the fox's torso. A yelp escaped the fennec as Nick rolled himself over, pinning Finnick beneath him and turning their kissing into a bout of shameless, primal licking all over the smaller male's face. Finnick tried to protest, but before long he was laughing, deep booming laughs that transitioned into more high pitched, gleeful giggles as what little self control and stoicism Finnick had been trying to maintain utterly failed him. He thrashed, he flailed and the whole rear of the van shook slightly upon its suspension as Nick mercilessly worked to make him laugh harder, licking his face all over while both pinning Finnick in place with his own weight and using his hands to grasp and tickle at the fennec. To make Finnick so out of his mind with uncontrollable mirth that he wouldn't be able to ask the question that always followed nights like the one they'd had last night. To grant his dear friend a few more minutes of pure happiness before reality stormed its way in and spoiled things, in any and every way that he could.

"N-Niiiiick!"

Finnick wailed as the fox's dextrous fingers attacked his bare, sensitive sides, helpless and immobile even as Nick's weight lifted off of him and the fox began to lower himself down the length of the fennec's writhing wriggling body. Finnick was hard. That wasn't really much of a surprise, given all the physical contact in which they had been engaged from the moment he woke up, but it still made Nick's plan even easier to execute. He stopped tickling Finnick at long last, only to plant a series of tender kisses along the length of Finnick's flat stomach. Kisses so playful and delicate that they themselves made Finnick giggle and squirm with the residual ticklishness of his sensitive body, but which grew more intimate and purposeful as Nick's cool, wet nose nuzzled its way through the fur upon Finnick's crotch, and at long last a moan of excitement, of desire broke through the fennec's more mirthful exhilaration.

"Oh..."

Gasping in delight as he realised at last what Nick was up to, Finnick could only stare down the length of his body and watch, reaching out with trembling hands to caress Nick's twitching ears as the fox nuzzled at his erect cock.

"Oh, Nick..."

Finnick had been meaning to ask Nick some questions. Most pointedly, whether he'd checked to see if there were any more storms forecast for the day ahead or not. He knew that he needed to know, and that his mind wouldn't be set truly at ease until he was told for certain that the thunderstorms were done for the time being. But, as he felt Nick's tongue flick out and tease the tip of his cock, as his eyes bulged and he felt the fox engulf his member entirely within his hungry maw and begin to suckle, Finnick couldn't bring himself to ask those questions. Couldn't bring himself to dwell upon the worry of leaving them unanswered.

In that moment, there was only Nick's maw around his cock. In that moment, there was only the fox's gentle moans as he no doubt masturbated himself while sucking on Finnick's shaft, and there was only pleasure. Only blissful contentment, without room for a single thought of storms and fear yet to come.

"Ah! A-aahh, oh god. Oh, yes! Nick!"

*********

As pleasant as the start of that morning might have been for Finnick though, it didn't last long beyond the culmination of Nick's blowjob. Even as he lay in the afterglow, Finnick had asked two questions of his vulpine lover. The first, how much longer Nick could stay. And the second, whether he knew what the weather forecast was for the day ahead.

The answer to the first question, not that much longer, made the answer to the second all the more difficult for Finnick to handle. Teeth were bared. Words were spoken in heated, fear driven anger. But still, Nick remained as he endured the assault of Finnick's fury. Still he sat there with the fennec in the back of his van and let Finnick yell at him, demand to know why he thought that work was more important than helping him out, how he could justify abandoning him when he knew what was coming and what it would do to the man he supposedly considered a friend.

And when the yelling ended, and the tears of fear and regret came, Nick was there for Finnick. He took the small ball of furious, terrified fluff and ears into his arms, and held Finnick as his friend wept in sorrow for what he'd said, and in fear for what the weather forecast had promised was yet to come that same day. More terror. More cataclysmic drumming from on high.

Eventually though, as the morning wore on towards 10am, the two men left one another's arms. They dressed. They left the safety and darkness of the van, and stepped out together, hand in hand into the rain that had been a ceaseless backdrop to every moment of their loving passion and furious outrage alike.

With Finnick trembling and glancing nervously skyward all the while, they walked away from the van. Not too far, just to the end of the street upon which it was parked. There, a single car stood idling, waiting for them. And within, beaming through the window at them from atop her boosted seat, Judy waved and ushered them inside.

They drove for ten minutes in near silence before Judy dropped Nick off at the ZPD headquarters, kissing him tenderly on the lips and smiling as he whispered something in her ears, something so quiet that even Finnick's own head-top radars could not catch it.

Then, with the rain falling more heavily and the sky darkening slightly more above them, they drove once more.

For ten minutes, Finnick said nothing to Judy. Then another ten, and another. It was only when they turned onto the expressway out of Zootopia itself that the fennec fox couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer, and regarded Judy in the rear view mirror, seeing her smile as her eyes darted up and met briefly with his in warm acknowledgement before returning to the road.

"Where are we going? I... Nick wouldn't tell me. He just said you'd be helping me out today."

Finnick frowned and stared down at his lap in embarrassment. It wasn't like Judy was a stranger to him. He'd gotten to know her really well, and would happily have called her a friend. But, even though he had immense gratitude and respect for her in how happy she was for he and Nick to continue their rather intimate and physical friendship while dating the fox herself, the two of them still weren't anywhere near as close as he was to Nick. He knew that if another thunderstorm came as the weather said it would, her company would surely be better than nothing. But, it wouldn't be anything close to what Nick could offer him in terms of distraction and comfort, surely. It simply couldn't be.

And yet, as Judy answered she did so with a confidence that reminded Finnick a lot of the fox they both loved so dearly.

"We're going somewhere no thunderstorm will be able to reach us."

Her reassuring smile did fade slightly however as she glanced into the mirror once again, and saw the dark, looming clouds filling the skies behind them and sweeping ever closer as they fled the city limits.

"Until then, just relax, Finnick. I promise you, just like I promised Nick. I won't let anything hurt you."

They spoke a little over the remainder of the drive, but not much. Mostly they just listened to the radio, swapping from station to station until they could no longer avoid the broadcasts of storm warnings, at which point Judy simply shut it off. The rain was torrential by the time they entered the county limits of Bunnyburrow, and though she didn't say as much Finnick could see in Judy's expression the concern that they weren't going to make it wherever they were headed before the storm broke around them.

To Judy's visible relief though, and to Finnick's frank surprise, they did make it.

They pulled past a sign that marked the beginnings of a dirt track road which led to the Hopps family farm, and before long the car was pulling up as no fewer than two or three dozen rabbits peered out of the nearest window of the wooden framed farmhouse.

An older rabbit in a ball cap, presumably Judy's father, rushed out to meet them. Judy exited the car and Finnick watched, unable to hear over the drumming rain upon the roof as they spoke for a minute or so on the porch of the house. Finally, the elder rabbit nodded, looked towards the car, and gave a double thumbs up in Finnick's direction. Uncertain, and trembling slightly as he swore the sky around them grew another shade darker in those few moments alone, Finnick returned the gesture as Judy beckoned for him to leave the car and come join her as she stepped back out into the pouring rain.

She held out a hand, and nervously, bashfully, Finnick took it. Her grip was stronger than he'd expected, and though Judy still had more than a little height on him it was oddly comforting not to be quite so dwarfed by someone trying to show him affection. The rabbit led him around the back of the house, and to a set of doors built into its side at a rather low, slightly diagonal angle. It looked like the door to a root cellar or something similar, but Finnick's eyes widened as Judy pulled the doors open to reveal not steps or a ladder to a dark, stone interior, but bare earth with what looked like a hand-made tunnel carved out of it.

The rabbit turned back to him once more, and smiled as she took his hand again in the pouring rain.

"Have you ever been in a burrow before?"

Finnick shook his head. He'd been born and raised in Zootopia. Besides, fennecs hadn't lived in burrows for millennia. Same for rabbits, as far as he knew.

Nevertheless, the fennec didn't feel the slightest trepidation as he watched Judy turn away from him once more, squeeze his hand reassuringly before releasing it, and drop to her knees before the burrow's definitively rabbit-sized opening. Finnick blushed slightly as he watched her disappearing into the hole, her denim clad butt and twitching cotton tail adorably waving back and forth before his eyes, and then he heard her voice calling back to him, muffled and yet echoing slightly as she began to crawl forward, disappearing little by little into the burrow until only her feet remained, then no sign of her at all in the pitch darkness within.

"Tuck your ears back, keep your head down, and follow the sound of my movement. Oh, and don't worry about the doors. I asked dad to close them behind us in about five minutes."

Finnick looked around the rain-soaked farmyard in which he was standing. He looked up at the dark and foreboding sky, and winced at the mere idea of it being filled some time soon with peals of thunder and flashes of lightning. His eyes returned to the burrow's opening, and he thought of the rabbit shuffling her way into it. Judy said she would be there for him. Nick had promised that the bunny would not let him down. And if she thought that crawling into some sort of hole was going to solve his problems, despite what years of reading self help books had told Finnick about avoiding that precise metaphor, he had no real option but to trust them both.

Dropping to his knees, Finnick took a deep breath, and began to crawl underground in Judy's wake.

It was dark. It was so completely pitch black that Finnick could barely believe he had ever assumed that he knew what darkness was. The air smelled like earth and rabbit, not just Judy but the lingering old scent of dozens if not hundreds of different rabbits who had no doubt crawled down here at some point. It was surprisingly warm, and so very, very quiet. The drumming of the rain continued only until Finnick turned a corner on the shallow incline down which he was crawling, and after that even the open tunnel behind him couldn't carry the sound. For that reason it was super easy to follow Judy even when she wasn't talking, and equally easy for her to hear, and to call back and correct him when Finnick even began to take a wrong turn in the veritable maze of tunnels through which he could feel them moving.

They crawled for maybe ten minutes before Finnick heard Judy stop, and then heard another sound which at first he didn't quite recognise until the rabbit gave a satisfied murmur. He chuckled. She was stretching. He crawled close by, and sure enough he felt the walls surrounding him part as he emerged into an open chamber. How big it was he couldn't possibly have guessed, big enough at least for him to stretch out his arms and rise up on his knees without making contact with the sides, though he could just about feel the ceiling of the chamber when he raised his hands up over his head. Before Finnick could get too focused on the physical space he was now inhabiting though, he heard something else from the woman with whom he was sharing it that somewhat re-directed his thoughts.

His ears twitched at the sound that greeted him, a sound he knew all too well but wasn't used to hearing without the visuals to accompany it.

It sounded for all the world like a t-shirt being pulled up and over someone's head. Like a button being unfastened, and soaking wet jeans being teased off a pair of furred legs.

It sounded like Judy was taking off her clothes.

"Uh, Judy?"

Finnick murmured softly, the sound of Judy's disrobing continuing for a few more moments until the rabbit responded.

"Yeah?"

Taking a deep breath, Finnick tried to think of a less obvious way to ask what he was thinking. When it became clear to him that there was no less obvious way though, he let out that breath and simply spoke what was on his mind.

"W-what did... what did Nick ask you to do to take my mind off things?"

The rabbit giggled, a sound that made Finnick's heart race and his stomach do flips. When Judy spoke, her voice was much closer to him than before, and sure enough within moments Finnick felt two soft, warm hands tugging at the base of his own t-shirt, teasing the sodden fabric away from his damp furred body.

"He didn't ask me to do anything. But, I know how Nick took your mind off things, Finnick."

Finnick shuddered as he felt Judy stripping him, himself and presumably the rabbit too still totally blind, but Judy seeming to have no issue with this fact whatsoever.

"Yeah, b-but... he normally waited until after the storm started. W-when he knew I needed it."

Again the rabbit giggled.

"Oh? And... what if we're so far underground that we'll never know if the storm happens? What if we're so safe and secure tucked in down here that the thunder and lightning might already have started, and we just never even heard it happen?"

Finnick's muzzle opened, then shut again. His ears pricked up, straining almost as though he wanted to try and hear the world above, thunderstorm or not. But... there was nothing. No sounds from the world above. Just Judy's shuffling. Just her hands unfastening his belt, and their shared, rather rapid breathing. He whimpered softly, not in fright or even mild nervousness, but in wonder.

"I... I've never found anywhere t-that could hide me from a storm. I could always hear it. See it. Know it was out there."

He gasped as he felt a hand come to rest upon his cheek, and that gasp turned to something even more wonderful as Judy's lips pressed gently against his own for just a moment while one of her hands assisted Finnick in pulling off his own trousers and underwear, his bare rump coming to rest on the cool, compacted earth within the burrow. Their lips parted swiftly, but their faces remained resting against one another, eyes peering out into the inky blackness but unable to see so much as a vague shape.

"Rabbits get scared of a lot of things, Finn. We're always looking for places to run and hide, even the bravest of us. That's why a lot of the farmsteads and homes out here have burrows just like this underneath. Somewhere for a rabbit, or a whole lot of rabbits if need be, to go and just chill out. To feel safe. To feel protected. Because, nothing can get at us down here. Bullies. Predators. The weather itself. Sometimes all you need to start getting over a fear of something is to know that there's somewhere in the world you can go and be guaranteed safety from it. To know that it's not all powerful and impossible to defeat, because there's somewhere you can go that makes you invincible against whatever it would normally try and do to you."

As Judy spoke, she straddled the fennec fox. Their breathing grew more ragged and their unseeing eyes grew wider still as they felt one another's bodies, bare and obviously aroused, press against one another. Finnick felt the moist warmth of Judy's outer lips pressing down over the length of his cock, trapping it against the furred flesh of his crotch and lower belly. She in turn felt him throbbing up against her, so hard, so ready.

"Judy, I..."

Finnick paused, wondering why he was about to say what had just crossed his mind, but fearing that it was now too late to back out.

"...i-if what you say is true, if I'm not going to even know the storm happens down here, w-why are you... why are you doing this? Nick fucks me during storms to take my mind off it. If I'm safe here, if I can't hear the storm, why would you still offer to do this for me?"

He reached up and touched her bare body lying over his own, furious at himself for potentially sabotaging this opportunity that he hadn't even known that he wanted until very recently, but knowing that he couldn't just let Judy do this out of potential obligation when it wasn't actually necessary any longer.

To the fennec's surprise though, Judy's immediate reaction was not to pull away from him. It was to kiss him, longer and deeper than before, and then to whisper to him as her hips lifted gently away from his own.

"Oh, Finn, Nick might fuck you during storms, but he doesn't fuck you because of the storms. Nick fucks you because he loves you. Because he wants you to feel safe and happy, and when you're with the right person... that's what sex can do."

Finnick felt his cheeks burn, and whimpered as he pecked back at Judy's lips once again.

"R-right. I know that. It's just, y'know. You don't know me like he does. We've never... y-you don't have a reason to... to feel this way about me. And, without a storm..."

Judy giggled, and murmured an affirmative agreement to the fennec as she realised he wouldn't be able to see her nodding.

"I know that. But, maybe I want a reason. And maybe... just maybe, I don't want to have to see you terrified and panicked before it happens."

Finnick's eyes bulged as he felt Judy lower herself onto him once more, though this time more directly, not slipping herself down atop his cock, but around it instead. He groaned as Judy's pussy swallowed up his aching cock, and shuddered happily as Judy's ragged, pleasure-strained voice continued to whisper to him all the while.

"Maybe it's storming outside already. Maybe it passed, and if we went back to the surface right now we'd see bright sunlight, maybe even a rainbow. Honestly, Finnick. I don't know, a-and... I don't think I care. What I want is for you to be happy. For you to feel safe with me. What I want is to share with you a little of what you already share with Nick. At least... that's what I want, if you want it too."

A deep rumble echoed through the chamber deep inside the Hopps family burrow just moments later, but it wasn't thunder. It was Finnick, growling playfully as he rolled Judy over onto her back with a squeal of genuine glee from the rabbit, and began to fuck her.

By Jeeves

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