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The sketch was done by Weaselgrease. Not too relevant just yet, but figured you folks deserved something.", "writing": "“I don’t know, Mr. H. It sounds too good to be true to be completely honest,” Gideon Grey muttered. He set the pies beside the Hopps family stall, releasing a sigh that sent his whole body sagging forward. He felt like an overcooked stew, uncertainty bubbling up in his guts that threatened to spill out into blubbering. “Zootopia just sounds like a rough and tumble sort of place. Even if it’s just one gig-I dunno!” He grunted, exasperated from the whole affair.\n\n“Oh, I agree, Gid.” Stu interrupted, nodding his head quickly. “No one who’s lived here their whole lives in Bunnyburrows can ever say they were happier moving to the big city.” \n\n“Not everyone, Stu. I know we’ve still got bushels of kids, but how could you forget Judy, honestly.” Bonnie said, rolling her eyes as she took each pie from Gideon’s tray. She laid them in little boxes, gently, and taping them shut before setting them out to sell. It was nice seeing the image of Gideon Grey’s Good Baked Stuff and the Hopps Produce business slogans and images next to each other on the box, even if it almost covered the entire product. \n\nGideon Grey smiled, giving a sheepish grin as he listened to Bonnie talk in her concerned, motherly tone that she brought out whenever it came to business with the fox. “Lets look at the facts,” She said, counting them on her fingers as they came up, “You’re well off for a fox your age, you’ve got a good reputation for your bakery, and two very appreciative business partners. But I think it’s important to consider whether you want that to be all you want for the next, oh, thirty or so years?”\n\n“Way to play weasel’s advocate, Bon.” Stu said, rolling his eyes. “Listen Gid, my Dad always said ‘you can’t take the blue out of a blueberry’. You’re a country fox, born and raised, who’s to say these ‘who-evers’ aren’t going to take advantage of you.” Stu laughed, tugging on his overalls confidently. “I mean, come on, what’re they going to pay you drive out to Zootopia, spend a weekend in the Tundra District-”\n\n“Tundra Town, Stu.” Bonnie said, correcting him with a stern look.\n\n“Uh huh! Tundratown, thanks, and live in a perpetual winter while making little baby sized cakes for mice or voles or whatever these folks are. Don’t you think your big paws are a bit too thick for that kind of work? I mean, does that sound like a good business opportunity?”\n\nGideon frowned deeply, shrugging. His ears flattened as he stammered. “I mean, gee, I can’t rightly say! I could make ‘em real small, I suppose, but they had a real good pitch Mr. H! You should have heard him! A-an-an-and their paying top dollar for my hotel and everything on top of what they want to hire me for!”\n\n“I just don’t think it’s good to take days off when we’ve got the fair coming up.” Stu said, shaking his head. “You have to consider how much net loss this trip will cost you if you have to close the bakery while you’re out of town.”\n\nBonnie stepped between the two, taking the momentum away from her husband. “That’s a good idea! We can work this out with some money logic. So,” She laid a paw on Gideon’s arm. “What was the initial offer?”\n\n“Eight-thousand, Mrs. H.”\n\n“Pardon?” Bonnie said, her jaw going slack.\n\nGideon shrugged. “Eight thousand, but they bunked it up to ten if I could make the trip tomorrow and-”\n\n“Ta-taaa-tata-taaaaaake the job.” Stu said suddenly, stammering as his foot thumped the dirt viciously. His eyes bulged, agape at the fox’s lack of energy. “One thing city folks are good for is the money they can toss around! Gid, think about it! You could finally buy that replacement oven you’ve been wanting!”\n\n“I mean, yeah, but I hate leaving you folks out to dry while I’m gone. You done so much for me-” The plump fox was shushed by a upturned paw from Bonnie.\n\n“Don’t bother with that kind of talk. This is a big step for your future, you could do great things with that money, Gideon. If you think you can do the job they want you to do, I’d do it. Gracious, what’s all this for anyway?”\n\nGid shrugged again. He wasn’t sure how to feel just yet. “All I heard is they got a cute wedding going on.”\n\n\n\n- - - \n\n\n\nTravis grunted, closing his eyes shut as he tried to hide his discomfort. Duke hunched over the smaller mustelid’s prone body, curled against the ferret and pumping his hips against his rear with a rapid fury. The weasel hadn’t bothered with a sticking on a condom or lube, just shoved himself inside while Travis was still dozing. It was a harsh way to greet the day, but it was better than paying rent. Travis wouldn’t have to wait long, he reminded himself. Duke Weaselton didn’t have any other set pace besides fast which meant it wouldn’t be long before-\n\n“Ooooo, here it comes, bitch!”\n\nRight on time, like a subway train. Travis doubted he was the only one who had a ticket for this particular ride, but maybe he was the only one benefiting from it. He cracked an eye and took in the rundown dump of a hovel that they called home. The bed was nothing more than a dead mattress left out in the rain that they had dragged back and the walls kept out little but prying eyes. Here there was no comfort, not anymore at least. Only a brief respite from yesterdays troubles.\n\nThe ferret felt claws digging into his bare chest and he gritted his teeth as Duke’s thrusts turned into a sharp piston, rocking Travis roughly as Duke’s orgasm forced his lithe body to convulse. He chattered wordlessly, dooking into Travis’ ear and grinding his dick as deep as he could manage. Despite how into it the weasel was, Travis felt nothing but a stern patience. What was he to Duke? He didn’t have much of a clue. Flatmate didn’t sound reasonable since he didn’t pay rent. He wasn’t a whore either. Duke didn’t give him any money for the sex, only a small stipend for their petty schemes on the streets. He sure as hell wasn’t a boyfriend. This guy was trash and Travis knew it. Duke probably knew it too. He probably got too miserable to care anymore.\n\nDuke panted, his humps twisting into the ferret’s rump, getting as much use as he could out of his morning. “That’s good stuff, kid. Tell you what; breakfast is on me today. Pick something up on the way to the masses, okay?” Before Travis could start appreciating the oddly kind gesture, he felt fingers around his throat, clenching, clutching the very breath from his lungs as the weasel’s muzzle nudged against his ear. “We’re crushing the rest of our stock today, so make sure you advertise to some folks with big pockets down for my stall of bootleg baubles before you get back here tonight. I’ll take care of the rest. Ya got that?”\n\nTravis nodded, wheezing helplessly until Duke had enough of his thrill. Travis let him indulge, just to pacify him from doing anything worse if it came to mind. Duke clambered off of the ferret, running a paw along the ferret’s tail, sneering as he gave Travis’ ass a hard smack. “This is why I love ya. Thanks for the tush, kid. Better than any pussy I could snag on the corner of the block. That’s a compliment, a free one too.” He stepped over the prone mustelid, throwing on his shirt and pants and slamming the door behind him as he headed out into the streets of Zootopia.\n\nTravis was sore, but that was just another fact of life. Here in Zootopia, you could be anything. That is, anything that’ll help you survive another day. For Travis that meant doing whatever Duke told him to do and selling his own brand of tail in the back alleys and in the seedy corners of Downtown. That or scamming the dullest animals he could find.\n\nNo shower. Just a scratchy towel to wipe off the seeping fluids Duke left behind to scrub off. He’d be able to use a storm drain as a makeshift way of keeping his hygiene somewhat average next time it rained. That hadn’t been in a week though, so he was starting to stink like the randy weasel. \n\nHe looked at himself; clothes that he’d stolen from a donation pile and a wad of money that was enough to buy a donut or something cheap. Travis hit the streets, keeping a wary eye out. There weren’t many out who would put up much effort to chase down a scrambling mustelid like Travis, but they could catch him off guard and mug him if need be. First things first; tell lies. He roamed an electronics shop, picking out a few folks, maybe a family or two that were browsing and he’d guffaw at the prices. Thirty dollars for a kids movie? Pssssh! A wink and a smile and a direction to point them in and the next step was all in Duke’s corner. Travis always had a better understanding on how to open up to folks, let them give you a second glance and ignore that critical first impression.\n\nEight storefronts later, his phone buzzed. Travis clenched his eyes shut as he pulled it out, wary about whether he’d see a new message from the weasel asking for a booty call. He cracked an eyelid and released a heavy sigh of relief. It was just Raymond. Ironically, he’d rather deal with the massive polar bear than Weaselton, even if it meant taking a tram over to Tundra Town. \n\n“Hey,” Travis mumbled, keeping his tone low. “What’cha want?”\n\nThe bears voice on the other end carried a rumble of amusement that made the ferret’s bones tremble. It was still a rumble from a giant fucking polar bear, how could he not shiver a bit? “We’re not even on a first name basis yet? Figures.” The coy tone on the other end of the call made Travis roll his eyes, but he kept his ears open as Raymond continued. “I got a job for you if you want to make a lot of money. Just a waiter gig for Mr. Big.”\n\n“A waiter?” Travis stammered, appalled at the offer. “I’m not getting an interview first or anything?”\n\n“With Mr. Big? Haha, you better hope the only thing he says to you is ‘thanks for the connoli’ when you hand it to him from the platter.”\n\nTravis nibbled the edges of his muzzle, his concern rising. “I thought you’d get me into one of his businesses or something, like, help run things a bit. Can’t you get something more, like, appropriate? I sure as hell ain’t muscle for hire and a waiter is just embarrassing.”\n\nThe booming voice on the other end guffawed and the ferret felt head rise up to his flattened ears. “You ain’t got smarts for hire either. Take the job and be happy about it.”\n\n“Shut up! I got plenty of stuff to offer. I went to college, y’know!”\n\n“Dropped out too. Nice job getting into the program, but you should have learned school is just a chump scam, kiddo.” Travis’ heart sunk at the demeaning tone that was thrust at him from the other end of the line. “Don’t think you have any secrets from me or Mr. Big, kid. We got your whole life wrapped up in a little spreadsheet and you’re lucky you ain’t done any heavy crimes or we wouldn’t be talking. Some the stuff I’m reading about you is just pitiful. Lucky you got out with a misdemeanor from hanging out with that fox. Smartest decision of your life was cutting tied. Everything after that?” He heard another rumble of humor that made his ears burn. “That’s your own damn fault. Just do what I say and take the job I’m offering, alright? Accept the position, dumb as it is, wear a fancy outfit, and serve tiny cakes to a bunch of rodents at a teeny, tiny wedding. Easy enough for a fuck-up like you.”\n\nThe mustelid itched his neck irritably, his voice cracking as he spoke. “You told me you’d get me into the family. I need something better than this dump I’m trapped in Raymond, you promised-”\n\nTravis paused, afraid to breathe when all he heard was silence on the other end. He thought he’d done the worst thing possible; snap back, start making demands, whine and bitch like he actually deserved sympathy. \n\n“Did you know the ZPD has a warrant out on you right now?”\n\nTravis felt his lungs squeeze all the air out in a wheezing gasp. “What?”\n\n“Yeah, you and that weasel scum have done enough small time crime to get the animals-in-blue hunting for you.” The impossible happened after a breathless second. The bear’s tone softened, “Listen, if you’re that desperate for something on the inside I could work you in. Not with the warrant, though. I’ll help make that disappear. This ain’t free, you understand? You owe me a favor for this.” Raymond’s voice had grown quieter, hesitant, but Travis barreled forward.\n\n“Totally! Anything, I mean it! You won’t be disappointed! Thankya!”\n\n“Shut your mouth, alright? You want to be apart of the family, you got to start learning when to talk and when to just shut up do what your told. You understand?”\n\nTravis opened his mouth, then closed it. He swallowed hard, terrified and excited at the prospect of what was ahead of him.\n\n“Good. First things first, you don’t tell anyone. Not even that annoying weasel you got laying pipe in you.”\n\nTravis’ ears flushed, and he began to come up with some sort of coy comeback, but swallowed it down with a shameful grunt.\n\n“Second, I need you get your cute little tail here and crawl in my pants. I’m pulling tough strings here for your sake, so there’s not going to any more lip from you when I make a booty call. When my dick get hard, you’re the cavalry. Got it?”\n\n“Yes, sure, fine.” Travis said quickly. He heard an amused chuckle on the other end, the kind that make his pants tight and his head fuzzy. At first, he’d been reserved about selling himself to the bear, earning cash and favors here and there in Tundratown. He told himself not to be bothered by it. It’s all he had left to give, really. Sex had put a roof over his head and now it might get him a foot in the door on a real career. A mostly illegal one, but it was worth choking on bear cock if it meant you could have the most expensive wines and liquor to wash it down afterwords.\n\n“Tundra Town,” Raymond said, letting a lustful growl carry over the phone. “One hour. I’ll wait in my car at the station and we’ll get you primed and ready.”\n\nThen the call ended and Travis was left speechless on the hot, sunny street of Downtown. He could hardly believe what was happening. It would cost him an intimate time with a beast several times bigger than him, but Raymond might be gentler this time around. It was certainly someone he could pretend to enjoy having sex with. Duke was a different story; he rutted hard, fast, and cared for him as much as one would for a pet of sorts which was more than Travis could have asked for when he first met the weasel. Duke sold stolen DVDs for a living, pick pocketed and did all kinds of small, pathetic crimes to get by while the only thrill he might be rewarded with was a dominant romp atop the ferret. Small time crime lost its thrill and Travis could see what Duke had to offer if he stayed under the streetwise weasel’s care. Raymond offered something he hadn’t thought he’d have again and it was more than Weaselton would ever offer. \n\nFamily. It was worth it no matter what Raymond wanted him to do.\n\n\n\n- - -\n\n\n\nGideon felt out of place. The tour of the hotel where he’d be staying and where the wedding was going to be held was daunting. The fox hadn’t felt so outside of his element since he first started taking his baking outside his own kitchen. The one he currently found himself in was almost alien compared to his own. His eyes scanned the metal counters, the tops giving off an almost blinding sheen and he stared at several utensils who’s purpose or use escaped him. The plump fox shifted uncomfortably in his tight outfit towards the small shrew. “I already brought all my stuff, Mr. B. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” Gideon’s voice was slow and in awe of the size of the bakery he’d been provided.\n\n“Nonsense-” Mr. Big waved a small paw at the fox’s remarks- “I mean what I say, Mr. Grey. My nephew deserves only the best.”\n\n“Shucks, no offense but I’m hardly the best at anything!”\n\nThis somehow got a dry chuckle out of the small rodent as he walked along the top of the metal counter. “My boy, I learned very early on that if you have a particular talent you should stick to it. Eventually I was rewarded handsomely for all my perseverance. Yours is no different.”\n\n“Sorry, this is just, uh,” Gid took in a deep breath, still taken aback by the size of the oven he was working with and the amount of dials alone that covered the outside panel. “I just don’t think you had to call in a fox from Bunnyburrows of all places to bake for a wedding, especially when my hands are as big as five of you, pardon me for saying.”\n\nThe polar bears outside the kitchen suddenly poked their great heads into the room through the swinging door, but froze at the sight of a single raised hand from Mr. Big. The sight of them made Gid’s heart beat a little fast. He was used to being the biggest thing around and the bears outclassed him by several feet. Thankfully, they receded back into the ballroom just outside the grand kitchen Gideon Grey would be in charge of. \n\nMr. Big sighed. “Mr. Grey, do you know who my nephew is marrying?”\n\n“No sir, afraid not.” About the only thing he knew about this family was that they were loaded with dough, the green kind that would get Gideon all kinds of new things to give his bakery the update it needed.\n\n“Have a look. It’s important that you understand our struggle.” Mr. Big reached into his front pocket, pulling out a small phone. He dragged his claw along the screen, turning it up towards the fox. Gideon squinted and at first thought it odd that he was looking at a lean hare in the photo, but his eyes widened when he saw a small shrew hanging off of the rabbit’s lopsided ear. Both of the men in the photo smiled widely and Gideon felt a short pang of admiration for the two. \n\n“Happy, aren’t they?” Mr. Big asked.\n\nGideon nodded firmly, nibbling his cheek before answering. “Yeah, for sure! I’m still a little out of sorts about the whole thing.”\n\nThe old shrew lifted a bushy eyebrow.\n\nGideon felt the room almost go cold with that brief, curious pause and he felt as nervous from that sharp change in the shrew’s expression than from the huge bears. “I mean-uh, I know it’s still a little weird for different folks to mingle and such.” He swallowed, giving one of his flattened ear a slight itch. “Like, um, birds of a feather flock together and all that junk they told us in school.”\n\n“You find it odd that my nephew is marrying a rabbit?” Mr. Big’s words took on a request for clarification rather than an outright question.\n\n“Not odd, just a little surprised. I would have figured you for someone who liked keeping things all traditional and what-not.”\n\nTo his surprise, Mr. Big frown started to lift into an amused grin. “My friend, in order to be successful you’ve got to learn to change with the times. Right now, our city is moving towards accepting all walks of life. I was more worried you’d be affronted at providing your services for their wedding, being from where you are.”\n\nGideon flicked his ears forward, confused. “Why?”\n\nThe shrew shot him an equally confused look. “Isn’t it obvious?”\n\n“Um,” Gideon brought the picture back into his brain, tugging at what might twist him the wrong way. It boggled his mind that he was supposed to be unsettled by something. “Naw, Mr. Big, I’m a little slow with these sorts of things.”\n\n“The rabbit is from your part of the country-side and my good, honest nephew hoped to bring a bit of that country flavor to grace their wedding day. Sadly,” The glance he gave the fox softened. “It took six bakers who received the same offer you did before we contacted you.”\n\nBlinking, Gideon Grey shook his head from side to side, his muzzle turned quizzically down to the shrew. “You pulling my tail? Why the heck would you turn something like this down? That’s a lot of money you were swinging there, Mr. B!”\n\nThe shrew’s smile finally showed some teeth. He was starting to like the rotund baker. “Because people still refuse to change and it makes them cruel. My nephew discovered this after trying to arrange this for his husband. It was then he asked for my help.” Mr. Big paused, letting it dwell a little longer for Gideon’s sake. “Somehow, people have learned to accept that predator and prey can live together in peace, but not that two boys can marry one another. Shameful.” He finished, sighing deeply.\n\n“You’re joking? Six bakers turned you down just because your nephew likes this cute bunny boy?” Gid said, his jaw going slack.\n\n“When it comes to my family, Mr. Grey, I never joke.”\n\n“Well,” The fox adjusted the little bakers jacket around his midsection, beginning to feel a bit of pride in the ridiculous outfit. “You can rest assured I’ll do my best to make this one tasty wedding for those two!”\n\n“I’d expected as much.” The shrew rang a bell he produced from his front pocket and a massive bear entered the kitchen, carrying a small chair in his palms.\n\nGideon kept his wide grin, but backed off a good distance from the immense mass of predator moving his way. He went to turn his attention to the order of pastries he’d have to prepare for the big day. His big eyes scanned the pictures of tiny pastries, gnawing his tongue as he studied the long list of ingredients. He’d make a few handy adjustments to help bring out that country theme they’d brought him on for. Thankfully, the guest list was made up of mostly rabbits, but he was certain he could whip up something small and delicate for the smaller folk.\n\nOutside the kitchen, Mr. Big sat back in his chair, his mind at ease. In Koslov’s steady paws, he let his limbs sag and his heart wind down. “You were right. The fox was the right one to go with.”\n\n“This wouldn’t have been such trouble if we would have just bought a baker in the city.” The polar bear grumbled, moving at a pace that kept his boss upright. It was a skill that he hadn’t ever expected to have picked up, but then again he’d never have expected to make a living as a shrew’s right hand man as long as he did.\n\n“You know how my nephew is, Koslov. He would have known if we had lied. Not that I’m in favor of this whole affair. He spoils that rabbit.”\n\n“He learned it from you.”\n\n“Your size belays your wit, but I only care for the former. Just be thankful this worked out. The fox has the speech, the look, and most importantly the skill. It helped that he was sympathetic to my nephew’s plight.”\n\n“Raymond was right then?”\n\n“For once, yes. Give him my thanks for speaking up. It must have been difficult to pick out a gay baker that far out of the city, especially when he doesn’t advertise it. I don’t know where he heard about Gideon Grey, but his initiative is to be commended.”\n\nThe heavyset bear grumbled. “He didn’t do it out of loyalty, boss. He’ll want a higher position than security.”\n\n“He’ll take what we give him and like it.”\n\n“I talked to him and he’d like someone to fill in a post at the reception; just a waiter, a friend of his. I’ve looked at the application. It checks out.”\n\nMr. Big waved his hand dismissively. “Fine, fine. Just make sure he understands how far my appreciative nature can go. No one makes demands of me.”\n\n“And yet, your nephew-”\n\nThe shrew turned and the bear caught sight of the very thin edge of the shrew’s white eyes regarding him, an annoyed frown regarding him. “Remember how I prefer the former, Koslov?”\n\nA wry grin spread across the bears muzzle, but he obliged with what he was accustomed to. Silence.\n\n\n\n - - - \n\n\n\nTravis rifled through his things back at the apartment, what little there was, and began stuffing it into his little knapsack. It was all just sentimental stuff; a science-fiction paperback he loved back in high school, some old game cartridges he kept after the sold the console for groceries during the rougher months awhile back, and what last little bits of clean clothes he had left (clean being a term used loosely). He wasn’t sure when he’d be ready to leave, but he at least wanted to be ready when the job paid off. Sure it’d be a change of scenery, but he heard there some ferrets who were more used to the cold than Downtown. Of course, he had to get the train fare he’d need to get to Tundratown.\n\nBesides, Raymond would front him for the night. A night with him was easier to bear than waiting for the twitchy weasel to simmer down after a randy fucking before bed. As Travis gave the room one more glance, he felt one short pang of guilt. True, he was leaving for something better, but he enjoyed the brief times he really felt like the weasel was looking out for him.\n\nThe ferret turned and was brought to a sharp halt as he heard the door’s knob being jostled with and before he could think of a way out Duke Weaselton slunk through the door. The fellow mustelid whole body seemed to get taller once he noticed Travis; his ears pointed up, his back straightened and his legs stretched out till he was higher than the ferret’s slumped posture.\n\nAfter a toothy grin, he said, “Hey, hey! My boy Travis, trying to clock out early?”\n\nThe ferret struggled for an answer, tearing his eyes from the floor to the weasel’s beaming face. “Figured I could snag more people if I had some product to show them. Did you have the new movie hanging around?” Maybe he could just make out with a bootleg and duck out of this pit the weasel had him in.\n\n“Forget that! Sold out of the stock today so you can rest easy for once. Speaking of which,” The weasel fished around in his pockets, biting the edge of his as he brought out two thick wads of cash and held one out to Travis. “Here’s your cut. Don’t who you saddled into stopping by my stall but they cleaned it out!”\n\n“That’s great!” Travis feigned delight as he tentatively reached out for the money. That was the largest split he’d ever been offered. It even looked like a fifty-fifty cut of the profits compared to the cash in the weasel’s other paw. It wasn’t like Duke to ever share. Especially not when there was a huge spike in profits. He had a mind for dolling out a percentage and it wasn’t unheard of for Travis to be saddled with an obscure amount of dollars and cents that as outweighed by Duke’s haul.\n\nTravis must have been too slow, prompting the weasel to take a bold step up to the ferret. Their chests were practically touching as he dipped the edge of the cash wad he had offered to Travis and swirled it around the curve of the loose shirt the younger mustelid was wearing. “Say, you been awful helpful lately, kid. Patient too considering the crap I’ve put you through. I was thinking maybe you deserved a little bonus on the side.” Duke slipped the ferret’s cut of the profit into his white shirt and after it fell into the folds the weasel’s dull claw tipped slowly circled around Travis’ fuzzy chest. “Something to celebrate the longevity of our relationship on and off the books.”\n\nIf it wasn’t the proximity of the two men that gave away what sort of ‘bonus’ Duke was referring to, it became evident as Travis’ waistband was yanked open and a grubby paw shoved down past the rim of his underwear. A small noise of surprise and discomfort rose up out of Travis’ throat. It was quickly shushed as Duke muzzle suddenly engulfed his. It was an intimate maneuver he’d never expected the weasel to ever be capable and for that shocked, confused moment he felt his arousal build as the twitchy lips mouthed against his own. It was brief, but it left enough of an opening for him to forget what he was supposed to be doing; cutting ties, moving on, tearing out a new future and leaving behind anything that might hold him back.\n\nZootopia was a place where you could be anything, do anything, but only if you were willing to hurt a few people along the way. Duke Weaselton had been a clear teacher of that mantra. If that were the case then why was he getting hard from this? Duke cupped his balls delicately, massaging them gently and running his them around the pink cock tip sliding out from his sheathe. He’d never known the weasel to be a soft lover. He was rough, impatient, insistent on getting off on his terms. \n\n“I been an asshole, I know.” Duke breathed, giving the emerging ferret dick a firmer stroke. “I’m not gonna bounce my shit off you just ‘cause I’m pissy about some lame junk anymore.” Duke kissed him again, hard and with tongue. Actual tongue, which was like saying a dog learned how to use a fork at a formal dinner party. This wasn’t the weasel he bent over for. Travis didn’t deserve a fair cut, a fair chance at an orgasm, or to have someone making these kinds of promises again.\n\n“I want you to fuck me.” Duke said, a playful growl rising up from his throat as he lapped at Travis’ neck. “I’m an asshole so you deserve to fuck me like one.” He lingered a moment more, just long enough to rub fur on fur, muzzle against muzzle, before he turned away and rolled onto the bed. Travis watched, dumbfounded, aroused, and simply torn on which direction to go.\n\nDuke began to seductively slither his shorts down his thighs. The waistband got stuck around his tail end and the weasel began to clumsily jerk and kick them off in a fit of frustration. He regained his composure and reclined onto his back, lifting his legs and cupping a hand under his sack to give Travis a telling view if his bare ass.\n\nIf ever there was a time when Travis should walk away, it was now. He just needed to swivel his body to face the door, walk a few steps and let it shut behind him and then he’d have Weaselton and the burden of living in Downtown Zootopia would forever be behind him. Yet-\n\nHe could just enjoy this last moment with Duke. He owed it to the scoundrel after this honest effort he was putting in to treat his long time fuck buddy (were they buddies? What was happening? How did it come to this?) to a turn on top. Duke never bottomed. As Travis knelt on the edge of the bed he lifted his shirt, tossing it aside and wiggling his shorts off. His red briefs bulged with his turgid arousal. No chance was he going to pass this by.\n\nDuke raised an eyebrow, glancing at the ferret’s groin. “Oof, you’re packing down there aren’t you? Come on champ, slam it home!”\n\nTravis walked over towards the bed, dropping to his knees and leaning over the long body of the weasel. He wasn’t used to seeing the weasel’s face when they had sex. The sounds and the jerky movements of Duke’s noodly body was the most he was accustomed to and all of it was rough, arrogant, out to get a juicy orgasm as quick as possible. Here he watched patiently as Travis propped himself up and lowered his underwear, dipping his hips towards the base of the weasel’s tail. \n\nThe ferret paused, feeling a slick wetness around the inner curve of Duke’s ass cheeks. Did you lubed before you came in here?” Travis asked incredulously.\n\n“Hey, only the best for you baby,” Duke said, giving the ferret a toothy smile.\n\nTravis gawked at the weasel. “How much did you use?”\n\n“The whole can. Why?” He gave Travis a queried look and the ferret couldn’t help but imagine the weasel wiping his ass in the nearby alley before he had come up. \n\nWith a shivering chuckle, Travis lowered himself onto the weasel’s chest, nuzzling the bristly fuzz with his muzzle. His hips pushed forward and to his delight he found the weasel’s puckered ring was slick enough to let the initial push to penetrate. A low groan rolled off Travis’ tongue as he eased himself in, pressing himself to the weasel’s chest as his shaft continued to sink into Duke.\n\n“Keep going babe.” The weasel said through a hum that constituted a mix of pain or pleasure. The fellow mustelid ran his hands along Travis’ shoulders, digging his blunt claws into his back as the ferrets groin suddenly mashed against the weasel’s. “Snug, ain’t I?” He said with a chuckle.\n\n“Yeah,” Travis mumbled, shivering from the tightness clamping around his cock. He couldn’t fathom Duke would be so relaxed while having someone shove dick in his ass. The weasel remained still for the most part, only twitching as Travis gave a small adjustment here and there. \n\n“What are you waiting for?” Duke lifted his legs, pushing his rump against Travis crotch. “I ain’t on my back for a nap here, kid.”\n\n“Sorry, I just don’t-” The ferret paused, his body shuddering. “-do this a whole lot.”\n\n“What, fucking? Do I need to pull the instruction manual or something?”\n\n“No, no! Just let me ease into it.” Travis stammered, afraid he might mess this up somehow. Of course, one look at the randy grin Duke was wearing and he knew he was getting some fun teasing the ferret even with his dick stuffed in his ass.\n\nNo time like the present, Travis thought. He rolled his hips back, grunting as his shaft pulled loose and quickly pushed himself forward. He did it again, finding the smooth rhythm that was aided by the copious amount of lube that plastered the weasel’s backside. Duke was still tight, but in only a minute he was rocking his lithe hips back and forth. Duke, meanwhile, laid back and his eyes closed. His face was twisted in a scraggly, perverted grin that muffled the sharp noises that rose up from his throat as Travis began to thrust.\n\nThe ferret took in a long, steady breath, filling his nose with the heady scent of the weasel underneath him. It was nicer than most days since they hadn’t gone dump diving, but the hot sun and the excitement of the situation was building a bitter musky aroma that only drove Travis wild. He lifted the rim of Duke’s shirt, dipping his nose under the rim and pushing it aside as he nuzzled Duke’s fuzzy chest and beginning to hump in earnest.\n\n“Yeah, faster,” Duke said through clenched teeth. Travis obliged, figuring he must have been hitting the right spots to bring such a big smile on the weasel’s face. He finally noticed the warm bobbing of Duke’s erection against his stomach, his long body arched over the weasel’s hard-on. Duke reached between their torso’s, his hand gliding along his shaft and jerking himself off in a rapid fashion.\n\n“Duke, I’m close.” Travis couldn’t go much longer than this. His crotch bumped hard against the weasel’s rump, a soft smack of fur on fur echoing in their tiny apartment.\n\nDuke only responded with a high pitched hum, his arms falling onto the bed and clutching the mattress. His limp, long body rocked with every thrust and Travis suddenly felt warm splatters across his belly, accompanied the moist sound of the weasel’s fist pumping out his load.\n\nFor a moment, Travis was able to forget everything outside this room. In this heated second, he believed this thing with Duke Weaselton could turn into something good. He stretched out over the weasel, searching for his hands and curling his fingers over them. He released a series of high pitched, trembling whimpers as he bucked into the weasel’s hole. Pleasure arced through his limbs as he felt his balls tighten, pouring out a days worth of stress and torment into the weasel. A low groan erupted from Duke, sensing the ferrets climax and meeting every thrust of his lover with a push of his own, milking Travis for all he was worth.\n\nAll those sensations suddenly dwindled to nothing but tired breaths and limp limbs. Travis propped himself up on his forearms, his head resting against Duke’s shoulder. His eyes focused on the ragged, hard floor and the stained mattress beneath them. He heard the noise of the traffic of Downtown, oblivious to him and what he had just done. Regret, mountains of it, somehow rushed over him after the pulse of pleasure that overcame him. He shouldn’t be here, he reminded himself.\n\nInitially, his thoughts turned to school, to the science department. Then, it was flooded with Raymond’s voice-\n\n“Aw-Aww crud!” Travis squealed, pushing himself up and forcing a sharp yelp out of Duke.\n\n“AH! Ow, hey! Easy!” He squirmed out from under Travis, annoyed. “What’s your deal, Travis?”\n\n“I have to, um,” He hesitated, then shook his head free of any doubts. This wasn’t where he belonged. “I’m going to be late for something!” He scrambled and darted for his clothes, throwing them on as he waddled towards the door.\n\n“You leaving me without some afterglow cuddles? That’s just cruel, kiddo.” Duke shouted as Travis started down the hallway.\n\nHe shouted back. “I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you!” Did he really mean that? It didn’t matter.\n\nIf he’d learned anything it was that you couldn’t stay in one place to get to where you wanted. It got him out of Bunnyburrows and now it would get him out of Downtown.\n\n\n\n - - -\n\n\n\nGideon took little comfort in the hotel room. He paced from one end of the room and back rolling through the recipes he’d have to commit to memory. Just how much his measurements would have to be for the rodent pastries, how to slice and portion the cakes for the servers. Most stressful was how he would keep track of the oven on top of all this for the pies.\n\nWorse, what would happen if he screwed this all up somehow? Too much salt or too little sugar could make or break a whole batch.\n\nA knock at the door suddenly pulled him out of this stupor. As he hurried to answer it, he paused to quickly button up his front. The chef jacket he had to wear was still stuffy and he hoped he could get it stretched out a bit in his off time. \n\n“Hello, room service here! Somebody order ten pizza pies? Only meatballs and no sauce?” A jovial voice from the other side of the door shouted.\n\n“Nick!” Another voice, this one female and familiar, spoke harshly. “Are you even capable of making a good first impression?”\n\n“You say that like we’re supposed to be in uniform.”\n\nGideon opened the door, figuring it’d be best to get the pleasantries out of the way. Judy Hopps whirled, breaking out into a wide smile. “Gideon! Hey, how you fitting in?”\n\n“Alright, I guess. Couldn’t care for the snow though.” He gave the little bunny a broad grin that went slack when he noticed a fox standing behind her. Wily looking guy, trimmed smile, lax eyes and Judy smiling while he stood behind her. For a moment, Gideon couldn’t think properly. Had she really forgiven him? He’d only repeated what he’d learned in therapy, it didn’t seem heartfelt or as regretful as he hoped it would be. Must have been terrifying for her to live with. He only remembered his claws cutting into Judy’s cheek, pushing her face in the dirt and-\n\nGideon Grey shook his head and forced a smile. A big one. He thought of a white room and kept it in his head every time his thoughts tried to pull back into a guilty verdict. It was just a thought, he reminded himself like he’d been taught by Dr. Marlowe. Just let the past pass by.\n\nThe leaner fox stepped forward, oblivious to all this, folding one arm behind his back and sticking the other out for Gideon to shake. “Nick Wilde, I’m Judy’s partner. I’m also a professional police officer.”\n\n“Shucks, you got a funny one here, Jude. Didn’t know there were ‘professional’ police officers as opposed to regular ones.” Gideon said with a chuckle.\n\n“Don’t pay him any attention. It only encourages him.” Judy said.\n\nGideon welcomed them into his hotel room, quickly closing the door behind him.\n\n“Talk about out of the freezer and into the oven.” Nick said, already starting to loosen the fabric around his neck.\n\n“Sorry, I’ve had the heater on since I checked in.”\n\nJudy gaped at Gideon. “You got into town yesterday and you’ve had the heat on max since then?”\n\n“Couldn’t you just wear a jacket?” Nick said adjusting the loose tie that corded itself around his neck.\n\nGideon shrugged, grinning broadly. “Not when I’m not fitting the hotel bill. Plus, this place is freezing! You’d think they could’ve had the country themed wedding down in the country instead of sticking it in the coldest place in the city.”\n\n“Oh yeah!” Judy bounced onto the armchair in the room. “Mom and Pops told me about your job! Are you actually baking anything yet?”\n\n“Not until tomorrow.”\n\n“Any chance at getting a wedding cake sneak peek for us?” Judy asked.\n\n“Heck no! I’m just trying to get a handle on the weirdo kitchen they got for me while making sure I have enough ingredients to make all the sweets and what-not. Besides, I don’t think they’d like me just letting anyone into the kitchen,” He chuckled. “Why are you coming to the wedding again?”\n\n“Oh, you know how it goes with my family! When you have two hundred siblings you eventually get six hundred cousins and it kind of just blows up from there. That and I’m the godmother of Mr. Big’s daughter’s son which puts me somewhere on the totem pole of this really weird family structure which makes me some kind of,” She cringed her face slightly, ears tilting. “Um, Aunt-in-law? Does that count?”\n\nGid clapped his big paw to his brow, laughing. “Trust me, I wish that was easier to understand than half the stuff I got to whip up tomorrow night.”\n\n“Hey, none of that. You got this gig, Gid. It’s not like you’re her to crash anyone’s wedding or anything.” She gave Nick a hard stare and he pretended not to notice.\n\n“You, uh,” Gideon itched his neck, straining to not make this next question sound too suspicious. “You never told me what you wanted to talk about when you asked if we could talk. Awful sudden is all.”\n\n“It isn’t anything important. I mean, we’re going to the same wedding, might as well make time to catch up. I want to make sure you’re doing fine-”\n\n“I’m fine.” Gideon said a little too quickly.\n\nJudy paused, gesturing to Nick. “And I figured I’d introduce you to Nick.”\n\n“I’m her plus one to the festivity. Very thrilled for the happy couple.” Nick said in a neutral tone before raising his eyebrows inquisitively. “Say, heard anything from Travis Blackfoot lately, big guy?”\n\nThe question caught Gideon by surprise. He blinked in confusion, glancing at Judy who gawked at Nick. Apparently, something was amiss between these two and suddenly the whole visit started to stink. “No? Why would Travis-why’s he asking me something like that?” He turned away from the other fox and gaped at Judy.\n\n“He isn’t supposed to since we didn’t come here to do police work.” Judy said, her voice growing harder and more annoyed as she turned to Nick. “I just wanted to talk to my friend, Nick. If that’s getting in the way of your ‘investigation’ you can go back to the room.”\n\n“I’m just saying that if anybody would know where a wily ferret would be it would be his best buddy is all. See, I already asked and he doesn’t know. There, I’m satisfied. Are you satisfied?” He gave Gideon a smile. It was a kind of grin that a city slick fox would give a country bumpkin. “Thanks for the help, Big Gid. And now, I think I’ll excuse myself from this over of yours and help myself to a hot tub. I’d prefer boiled alive than baked.”\n\nNick waved over his shoulder at Judy as he walked out the door. “Seeya in our room, Carrots.”\n\nThe door slammed, but it was hard to tell if it was just the weight of the door or the fox who closed it. Regardless, it left Gideon with too many mixed feelings.\n\n“I’m sorry.” Judy said, sighing with frustration. “He isn’t really like that.”\n\n“Okay.” Gideon said. He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth. “Is Travis in trouble?”\n\n“Gideon.” Jusy leaned forward and took a deep breath. “You really haven’t heard from him? You’re telling the truth?”\n\n“Of course I am! Is he in trouble or not?”\n\n“There was a warrant for his arrest.” She said after a brief pause.\n\n“What’d he do? Is he okay?”\n\n“Gideon, this is going to be hard to explain so slow down and breathe for a second.” She waited as Gideon swallowed, slumping his shoulders and taking a long, deep breath before she continued. “The station had a warrant on file but it just vanished. It wasn’t dismissed or carried out. It’s just gone. That’s creepy mystery number one. We did some more digging and neither of us could work out where he went after he dropped out of college. We were hoping to talk to you after the wedding, but Nick is paranoid about something.”\n\nGideon nodded. Even having it spelled out like that, he still didn’t understand what was happening save for the fact that Travis had dug himself into a nasty situation. “Is there anything I can do to help?”\n\n“I don’t want you getting involved any more than you have to, Gideon. You’ve got a big enough job to do without worrying about dumb cop stuff.”\n\n“It’s not dumb though!” Gideon barked, his ears folding back against his skull. “Travis got himself in trouble a-a-and he didn’t have me there to bail him outta it.” He realized, with embarrassment, that his voice was trembling. He wiped at something in his eye, rubbing the edge until he scrubbed out a persistent, ugly tear.\n\nJudy expression softened. “You two were real close friends back then, weren’t you?”\n\n“Sure, until we had to grow up. He was my best friend. I don’t want to say anything bad about him. I’m not sure how to feel about all this.”\n\n“I don’t want you to talk about it if it’s going to hurt you, Gideon. That’s not what I came here to do. I want your help, but you don’t need to do it now if you don’t want to.”\n\n“Nah,” He sniffled, smiling over to Judy Hopps, someone who somehow became more than three times the hero he could ever be. “Better get it off my chest. You deserve it after all the junk I put you through.”\n\n“You know I’ve put that behind me, Gideon Grey. Haven’t you?”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“I don’t know, Mr. H. It sounds too good to be true to be completely honest,” Gideon Grey muttered. He set the pies beside the Hopps family stall, releasing a sigh that sent his whole body sagging forward. He felt like an overcooked stew, uncertainty bubbling up in his guts that threatened to spill out into blubbering. “Zootopia just sounds like a rough and tumble sort of place. Even if it’s just one gig-I dunno!” He grunted, exasperated from the whole affair.

“Oh, I agree, Gid.” Stu interrupted, nodding his head quickly. “No one who’s lived here their whole lives in Bunnyburrows can ever say they were happier moving to the big city.”

“Not everyone, Stu. I know we’ve still got bushels of kids, but how could you forget Judy, honestly.” Bonnie said, rolling her eyes as she took each pie from Gideon’s tray. She laid them in little boxes, gently, and taping them shut before setting them out to sell. It was nice seeing the image of Gideon Grey’s Good Baked Stuff and the Hopps Produce business slogans and images next to each other on the box, even if it almost covered the entire product.

Gideon Grey smiled, giving a sheepish grin as he listened to Bonnie talk in her concerned, motherly tone that she brought out whenever it came to business with the fox. “Lets look at the facts,” She said, counting them on her fingers as they came up, “You’re well off for a fox your age, you’ve got a good reputation for your bakery, and two very appreciative business partners. But I think it’s important to consider whether you want that to be all you want for the next, oh, thirty or so years?”

“Way to play weasel’s advocate, Bon.” Stu said, rolling his eyes. “Listen Gid, my Dad always said ‘you can’t take the blue out of a blueberry’. You’re a country fox, born and raised, who’s to say these ‘who-evers’ aren’t going to take advantage of you.” Stu laughed, tugging on his overalls confidently. “I mean, come on, what’re they going to pay you drive out to Zootopia, spend a weekend in the Tundra District-”

“Tundra Town, Stu.” Bonnie said, correcting him with a stern look.

“Uh huh! Tundratown, thanks, and live in a perpetual winter while making little baby sized cakes for mice or voles or whatever these folks are. Don’t you think your big paws are a bit too thick for that kind of work? I mean, does that sound like a good business opportunity?”

Gideon frowned deeply, shrugging. His ears flattened as he stammered. “I mean, gee, I can’t rightly say! I could make ‘em real small, I suppose, but they had a real good pitch Mr. H! You should have heard him! A-an-an-and their paying top dollar for my hotel and everything on top of what they want to hire me for!”

“I just don’t think it’s good to take days off when we’ve got the fair coming up.” Stu said, shaking his head. “You have to consider how much net loss this trip will cost you if you have to close the bakery while you’re out of town.”

Bonnie stepped between the two, taking the momentum away from her husband. “That’s a good idea! We can work this out with some money logic. So,” She laid a paw on Gideon’s arm. “What was the initial offer?”

“Eight-thousand, Mrs. H.”

“Pardon?” Bonnie said, her jaw going slack.

Gideon shrugged. “Eight thousand, but they bunked it up to ten if I could make the trip tomorrow and-”

“Ta-taaa-tata-taaaaaake the job.” Stu said suddenly, stammering as his foot thumped the dirt viciously. His eyes bulged, agape at the fox’s lack of energy. “One thing city folks are good for is the money they can toss around! Gid, think about it! You could finally buy that replacement oven you’ve been wanting!”

“I mean, yeah, but I hate leaving you folks out to dry while I’m gone. You done so much for me-” The plump fox was shushed by a upturned paw from Bonnie.

“Don’t bother with that kind of talk. This is a big step for your future, you could do great things with that money, Gideon. If you think you can do the job they want you to do, I’d do it. Gracious, what’s all this for anyway?”

Gid shrugged again. He wasn’t sure how to feel just yet. “All I heard is they got a cute wedding going on.”



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Travis grunted, closing his eyes shut as he tried to hide his discomfort. Duke hunched over the smaller mustelid’s prone body, curled against the ferret and pumping his hips against his rear with a rapid fury. The weasel hadn’t bothered with a sticking on a condom or lube, just shoved himself inside while Travis was still dozing. It was a harsh way to greet the day, but it was better than paying rent. Travis wouldn’t have to wait long, he reminded himself. Duke Weaselton didn’t have any other set pace besides fast which meant it wouldn’t be long before-

“Ooooo, here it comes, bitch!”

Right on time, like a subway train. Travis doubted he was the only one who had a ticket for this particular ride, but maybe he was the only one benefiting from it. He cracked an eye and took in the rundown dump of a hovel that they called home. The bed was nothing more than a dead mattress left out in the rain that they had dragged back and the walls kept out little but prying eyes. Here there was no comfort, not anymore at least. Only a brief respite from yesterdays troubles.

The ferret felt claws digging into his bare chest and he gritted his teeth as Duke’s thrusts turned into a sharp piston, rocking Travis roughly as Duke’s orgasm forced his lithe body to convulse. He chattered wordlessly, dooking into Travis’ ear and grinding his dick as deep as he could manage. Despite how into it the weasel was, Travis felt nothing but a stern patience. What was he to Duke? He didn’t have much of a clue. Flatmate didn’t sound reasonable since he didn’t pay rent. He wasn’t a whore either. Duke didn’t give him any money for the sex, only a small stipend for their petty schemes on the streets. He sure as hell wasn’t a boyfriend. This guy was trash and Travis knew it. Duke probably knew it too. He probably got too miserable to care anymore.

Duke panted, his humps twisting into the ferret’s rump, getting as much use as he could out of his morning. “That’s good stuff, kid. Tell you what; breakfast is on me today. Pick something up on the way to the masses, okay?” Before Travis could start appreciating the oddly kind gesture, he felt fingers around his throat, clenching, clutching the very breath from his lungs as the weasel’s muzzle nudged against his ear. “We’re crushing the rest of our stock today, so make sure you advertise to  some folks with big pockets down for my stall of bootleg baubles before you get back here tonight. I’ll take care of the rest. Ya got that?”

Travis nodded, wheezing helplessly until Duke had enough of his thrill. Travis let him indulge, just to pacify him from doing anything worse if it came to mind. Duke clambered off of the ferret, running a paw along the ferret’s tail, sneering as he gave Travis’ ass a hard smack. “This is why I love ya. Thanks for the tush, kid. Better than any pussy I could snag on the corner of the block. That’s a compliment, a free one too.” He stepped over the prone mustelid, throwing on his shirt and pants and slamming the door behind him as he headed out into the streets of Zootopia.

Travis was sore, but that was just another fact of life. Here in Zootopia, you could be anything. That is, anything that’ll help you survive another day. For Travis that meant doing whatever Duke told him to do and selling his own brand of tail in the back alleys and in the seedy corners of Downtown. That or scamming the dullest animals he could find.

No shower. Just a scratchy towel to wipe off the seeping fluids Duke left behind to scrub off. He’d be able to use a storm drain as a makeshift way of keeping his hygiene somewhat average next time it rained. That hadn’t been in a week though, so he was starting to stink like the randy weasel.

He looked at himself; clothes that he’d stolen from a donation pile and a wad of money that was enough to buy a donut or something cheap. Travis hit the streets, keeping a wary eye out. There weren’t many out who would put up much effort to chase down a scrambling mustelid like Travis, but they could catch him off guard and mug him if need be. First things first; tell lies. He roamed an electronics shop, picking out a few folks, maybe a family or two that were browsing and he’d guffaw at the prices. Thirty dollars for a kids movie? Pssssh! A wink and a smile and a direction to point them in and the next step was all in Duke’s corner. Travis always had a better understanding on how to open up to folks, let them give you a second glance and ignore that critical first impression.

Eight storefronts later, his phone buzzed. Travis clenched his eyes shut as he pulled it out, wary about whether he’d see a new message from the weasel asking for a booty call. He cracked an eyelid and released a heavy sigh of relief. It was just Raymond. Ironically, he’d rather deal with the massive polar bear than Weaselton, even if it meant taking a tram over to Tundra Town.

“Hey,” Travis mumbled, keeping his tone low. “What’cha want?”

The bears voice on the other end carried a rumble of amusement that made the ferret’s bones tremble. It was still a rumble from a giant fucking polar bear, how could he not shiver a bit? “We’re not even on a first name basis yet? Figures.” The coy tone on the other end of the call made Travis roll his eyes, but he kept his ears open as Raymond continued. “I got a job for you if you want to make a lot of money. Just a waiter gig for Mr. Big.”

“A waiter?” Travis stammered, appalled at the offer. “I’m not getting an interview first or anything?”

“With Mr. Big? Haha, you better hope the only thing he says to you is ‘thanks for the connoli’ when you hand it to him from the platter.”

Travis nibbled the edges of his muzzle, his concern rising. “I thought you’d get me into one of his businesses or something, like, help run things a bit. Can’t you get something more, like, appropriate? I sure as hell ain’t muscle for hire and a waiter is just embarrassing.”

The booming voice on the other end guffawed and the ferret felt head rise up to his flattened ears. “You ain’t got smarts for hire either. Take the job and be happy about it.”

“Shut up! I got plenty of stuff to offer. I went to college, y’know!”

“Dropped out too. Nice job getting into the program, but you should have learned school is just a chump scam, kiddo.” Travis’ heart sunk at the demeaning tone that was thrust at him from the other end of the line. “Don’t think you have any secrets from me or Mr. Big, kid. We got your whole life wrapped up in a little spreadsheet and you’re lucky you ain’t done any heavy crimes or we wouldn’t be talking. Some the stuff I’m reading about you is just pitiful. Lucky you got out with a misdemeanor from hanging out with that fox. Smartest decision of your life was cutting tied. Everything after that?” He heard another rumble of humor that made his ears burn. “That’s your own damn fault. Just do what I say and take the job I’m offering, alright? Accept the position, dumb as it is, wear a fancy outfit, and serve tiny cakes to a bunch of rodents at a teeny, tiny wedding. Easy enough for a fuck-up like you.”

The mustelid itched his neck irritably, his voice cracking as he spoke. “You told me you’d get me into the family. I need something better than this dump I’m trapped in Raymond, you promised-”

Travis paused, afraid to breathe when all he heard was silence on the other end. He thought he’d done the worst thing possible; snap back, start making demands, whine and bitch like he actually deserved sympathy.

“Did you know the ZPD has a warrant out on you right now?”

Travis felt his lungs squeeze all the air out in a wheezing gasp. “What?”

“Yeah, you and that weasel scum have done enough small time crime to get the animals-in-blue hunting for you.” The impossible happened after a breathless second. The bear’s tone softened, “Listen, if you’re that desperate for something on the inside I could work you in. Not with the warrant, though. I’ll help make that disappear. This ain’t free, you understand? You owe me a favor for this.” Raymond’s voice had grown quieter, hesitant, but Travis barreled forward.

“Totally! Anything, I mean it! You won’t be disappointed! Thankya!”

“Shut your mouth, alright? You want to be apart of the family, you got to start learning when to talk and when to just shut up do what your told. You understand?”

Travis opened his mouth, then closed it. He swallowed hard, terrified and excited at the prospect of what was ahead of him.

“Good. First things first, you don’t tell anyone. Not even that annoying weasel you got laying pipe in you.”

Travis’ ears flushed, and he began to come up with some sort of coy comeback, but swallowed it down with a shameful grunt.

“Second, I need you get your cute little tail here and crawl in my pants. I’m pulling tough strings here for your sake, so there’s not going to any more lip from you when I make a booty call. When my dick get hard, you’re the cavalry. Got it?”

“Yes, sure, fine.” Travis said quickly. He heard an amused chuckle on the other end, the kind that make his pants tight and his head fuzzy. At first, he’d been reserved about selling himself to the bear, earning cash and favors here and there in Tundratown. He told himself not to be bothered by it. It’s all he had left to give, really. Sex had put a roof over his head and now it might get him a foot in the door on a real career. A mostly illegal one, but it was worth choking on bear cock if it meant you could have the most expensive wines and liquor to wash it down afterwords.

“Tundra Town,” Raymond said, letting a lustful growl carry over the phone. “One hour. I’ll wait in my car at the station and we’ll get you primed and ready.”

Then the call ended and Travis was left speechless on the hot, sunny street of Downtown. He could hardly believe what was happening. It would cost him an intimate time with a beast several times bigger than him, but Raymond might be gentler this time around. It was certainly someone he could pretend to enjoy having sex with. Duke was a different story; he rutted hard, fast, and cared for him as much as one would for a pet of sorts which was more than Travis could have asked for when he first met the weasel. Duke sold stolen DVDs for a living, pick pocketed and did all kinds of small, pathetic crimes to get by while the only thrill he might be rewarded with was a dominant romp atop the ferret. Small time crime lost its thrill and Travis could see what Duke had to offer if he stayed under the streetwise weasel’s care. Raymond offered something he hadn’t thought he’d have again and it was more than Weaselton would ever offer.

Family. It was worth it no matter what Raymond wanted him to do.



- - -



Gideon felt out of place. The tour of the hotel where he’d be staying and where the wedding was going to be held was daunting. The fox hadn’t felt so outside of his element since he first started taking his baking outside his own kitchen. The one he currently found himself in was almost alien compared to his own. His eyes scanned the metal counters, the tops giving off an almost blinding sheen and he stared at several utensils who’s purpose or use escaped him. The plump fox shifted uncomfortably in his tight outfit towards the small shrew. “I already brought all my stuff, Mr. B. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.” Gideon’s voice was slow and in awe of the size of the bakery he’d been provided.

“Nonsense-” Mr. Big waved a small paw at the fox’s remarks- “I mean what I say, Mr. Grey. My nephew deserves only the best.”

“Shucks, no offense but I’m hardly the best at anything!”

This somehow got a dry chuckle out of the small rodent as he walked along the top of the metal counter. “My boy, I learned very early on that if you have a particular talent you should stick to it. Eventually I was rewarded handsomely for all my perseverance. Yours is no different.”

“Sorry, this is just, uh,” Gid took in a deep breath, still taken aback by the size of the oven he was working with and the amount of dials alone that covered the outside panel. “I just don’t think you had to call in a fox from Bunnyburrows of all places to bake for a wedding, especially when my hands are as big as five of you, pardon me for saying.”

The polar bears outside the kitchen suddenly poked their great heads into the room through the swinging door, but froze at the sight of a single raised hand from Mr. Big. The sight of them made Gid’s heart beat a little fast. He was used to being the biggest thing around and the bears outclassed him by several feet. Thankfully, they receded back into the ballroom just outside the grand kitchen Gideon Grey would be in charge of.

Mr. Big sighed. “Mr. Grey, do you know who my nephew is marrying?”

“No sir, afraid not.” About the only thing he knew about this family was that they were loaded with dough, the green kind that would get Gideon all kinds of new things to give his bakery the update it needed.

“Have a look. It’s important that you understand our struggle.” Mr. Big reached into his front pocket, pulling out a small phone. He dragged his claw along the screen, turning it up towards the fox. Gideon squinted and at first thought it odd that he was looking at a lean hare in the photo, but his eyes widened when he saw a small shrew hanging off of the rabbit’s lopsided ear. Both of the men in the photo smiled widely and Gideon felt a short pang of admiration for the two.

“Happy, aren’t they?” Mr. Big asked.

Gideon nodded firmly, nibbling his cheek before answering. “Yeah, for sure! I’m still a little out of sorts about the whole thing.”

The old shrew lifted a bushy eyebrow.

Gideon felt the room almost go cold with that brief, curious pause and he felt as nervous from that sharp change in the shrew’s expression than from the huge bears. “I mean-uh, I know it’s still a little weird for different folks to mingle and such.” He swallowed, giving one of his flattened ear a slight itch. “Like, um, birds of a feather flock together and all that junk they told us in school.”

“You find it odd that my nephew is marrying a rabbit?” Mr. Big’s words took on a request for clarification rather than an outright question.

“Not odd, just a little surprised. I would have figured you for someone who liked keeping things all traditional and what-not.”

To his surprise, Mr. Big frown started to lift into an amused grin. “My friend, in order to be successful you’ve got to learn to change with the times. Right now, our city is moving towards accepting all walks of life. I was more worried you’d be affronted at providing your services for their wedding, being from where you are.”

Gideon flicked his ears forward, confused. “Why?”

The shrew shot him an equally confused look. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Um,” Gideon brought the picture back into his brain, tugging at what might twist him the wrong way. It boggled his mind that he was supposed to be unsettled by something. “Naw, Mr. Big, I’m a little slow with these sorts of things.”

“The rabbit is from your part of the country-side and my good, honest nephew hoped to bring a bit of that country flavor to grace their wedding day. Sadly,” The glance he gave the fox softened. “It took six bakers who received the same offer you did before we contacted you.”

Blinking, Gideon Grey shook his head from side to side, his muzzle turned quizzically down to the shrew. “You pulling my tail? Why the heck would you turn something like this down? That’s a lot of money you were swinging there, Mr. B!”

The shrew’s smile finally showed some teeth. He was starting to like the rotund baker. “Because people still refuse to change and it makes them cruel. My nephew discovered this after trying to arrange this for his husband. It was then he asked for my help.” Mr. Big paused, letting it dwell a little longer for Gideon’s sake. “Somehow, people have learned to accept that predator and prey can live together in peace, but not that two boys can marry one another. Shameful.” He finished, sighing deeply.

“You’re joking? Six bakers turned you down just because your nephew likes this cute bunny boy?” Gid said, his jaw going slack.

“When it comes to my family, Mr. Grey, I never joke.”

“Well,” The fox adjusted the little bakers jacket around his midsection, beginning to feel a bit of pride in the ridiculous outfit. “You can rest assured I’ll do my best to make this one tasty wedding for those two!”

“I’d expected as much.” The shrew rang a bell he produced from his front pocket and a massive bear entered the kitchen, carrying a small chair in his palms.

Gideon kept his wide grin, but backed off a good distance from the immense mass of predator moving his way. He went to turn his attention to the order of pastries he’d have to prepare for the big day. His big eyes scanned the pictures of tiny pastries, gnawing his tongue as he studied the long list of ingredients. He’d make a few handy adjustments to help bring out that country theme they’d brought him on for. Thankfully, the guest list was made up of mostly rabbits, but he was certain he could whip up something small and delicate for the smaller folk.

Outside the kitchen, Mr. Big sat back in his chair, his mind at ease. In Koslov’s steady paws, he let his limbs sag and his heart wind down. “You were right. The fox was the right one to go with.”

“This wouldn’t have been such trouble if we would have just bought a baker in the city.” The polar bear grumbled, moving at a pace that kept his boss upright. It was a skill that he hadn’t ever expected to have picked up, but then again he’d never have expected to make a living as a shrew’s right hand man as long as he did.

“You know how my nephew is, Koslov. He would have known if we had lied. Not that I’m in favor of this whole affair. He spoils that rabbit.”

“He learned it from you.”

“Your size belays your wit, but I only care for the former. Just be thankful this worked out. The fox has the speech, the look, and most importantly the skill. It helped that he was sympathetic to my nephew’s plight.”

“Raymond was right then?”

“For once, yes. Give him my thanks for speaking up. It must have been difficult to pick out a gay baker that far out of the city, especially when he doesn’t advertise it. I don’t know where he heard about Gideon Grey, but his initiative is to be commended.”

The heavyset bear grumbled. “He didn’t do it out of loyalty, boss. He’ll want a higher position than security.”

“He’ll take what we give him and like it.”

“I talked to him and he’d like someone to fill in a post at the reception; just a waiter, a friend of his. I’ve looked at the application. It checks out.”

Mr. Big waved his hand dismissively. “Fine, fine. Just make sure he understands how far my appreciative nature can go. No one makes demands of me.”

“And yet, your nephew-”

The shrew turned and the bear caught sight of the very thin edge of the shrew’s white eyes regarding him, an annoyed frown regarding him. “Remember how I prefer the former, Koslov?”

A wry grin spread across the bears muzzle, but he obliged with what he was accustomed to. Silence.



 - - -



Travis rifled through his things back at the apartment, what little there was, and began stuffing it into his little knapsack. It was all just sentimental stuff; a science-fiction paperback he loved back in high school, some old game cartridges he kept after the sold the console for groceries during the rougher months awhile back, and what last little bits of clean clothes he had left (clean being a term used loosely). He wasn’t sure when he’d be ready to leave, but he at least wanted to be ready when the job paid off. Sure it’d be a change of scenery, but he heard there some ferrets who were more used to the cold than Downtown. Of course, he had to get the train fare he’d need to get to Tundratown.

Besides, Raymond would front him for the night. A night with him was easier to bear than waiting for the twitchy weasel to simmer down after a randy fucking before bed. As Travis gave the room one more glance, he felt one short pang of guilt. True, he was leaving for something better, but he enjoyed the brief times he really felt like the weasel was looking out for him.

The ferret turned and was brought to a sharp halt as he heard the door’s knob being jostled with and before he could think of a way out Duke Weaselton slunk through the door. The fellow mustelid whole body seemed to get taller once he noticed Travis; his ears pointed up, his back straightened and his legs stretched out till he was higher than the ferret’s slumped posture.

After a toothy grin, he said, “Hey, hey! My boy Travis, trying to clock out early?”

The ferret struggled for an answer, tearing his eyes from the floor to the weasel’s beaming face. “Figured I could snag more people if I had some product to show them. Did you have the new movie hanging around?” Maybe he could just make out with a bootleg and duck out of this pit the weasel had him in.

“Forget that! Sold out of the stock today so you can rest easy for once. Speaking of which,” The weasel fished around in his pockets, biting the edge of his as he brought out two thick wads of cash and held one out to Travis. “Here’s your cut. Don’t who you saddled into stopping by my stall but they cleaned it out!”

“That’s great!” Travis feigned delight as he tentatively reached out for the money. That was the largest split he’d ever been offered. It even looked like a fifty-fifty cut of the profits compared to the cash in the weasel’s other paw. It wasn’t like Duke to ever share. Especially not when there was a huge spike in profits. He had a mind for dolling out a percentage and it wasn’t unheard of for Travis to be saddled with an obscure amount of dollars and cents that as outweighed by Duke’s haul.

Travis must have been too slow, prompting the weasel to take a bold step up to the ferret. Their chests were practically touching as he dipped the edge of the cash wad he had offered to Travis and swirled it around the curve of the loose shirt the younger mustelid was wearing. “Say, you been awful helpful lately, kid. Patient too considering the crap I’ve put you through. I was thinking maybe you deserved a little bonus on the side.” Duke slipped the ferret’s cut of the profit into his white shirt and after it fell into the folds the weasel’s dull claw tipped slowly circled around Travis’ fuzzy chest. “Something to celebrate the longevity of our relationship on and off the books.”

If it wasn’t the proximity of the two men that gave away what sort of ‘bonus’ Duke was referring to, it became evident as Travis’ waistband was yanked open and a grubby paw shoved down past the rim of his underwear. A small noise of surprise and discomfort rose up out of Travis’ throat. It was quickly shushed as Duke muzzle suddenly engulfed his. It was an intimate maneuver he’d never expected the weasel to ever be capable and for that shocked, confused moment he felt his arousal build as the twitchy lips mouthed against his own. It was brief, but it left enough of an opening for him to forget what he was supposed to be doing; cutting ties, moving on, tearing out a new future and leaving behind anything that might hold him back.

Zootopia was a place where you could be anything, do anything, but only if you were willing to hurt a few people along the way. Duke Weaselton had been a clear teacher of that mantra. If that were the case then why was he getting hard from this? Duke cupped his balls delicately, massaging them gently and running his them around the pink cock tip sliding out from his sheathe. He’d never known the weasel to be a soft lover. He was rough, impatient, insistent on getting off on his terms.

“I been an asshole, I know.” Duke breathed, giving the emerging ferret dick a firmer stroke. “I’m not gonna bounce my shit off you just ‘cause I’m pissy about some lame junk anymore.” Duke kissed him again, hard and with tongue. Actual tongue, which was like saying a dog learned how to use a fork at a formal dinner party. This wasn’t the weasel he bent over for. Travis didn’t deserve a fair cut, a fair chance at an orgasm, or to have someone making these kinds of promises again.

“I want you to fuck me.” Duke said, a playful growl rising up from his throat as he lapped at Travis’ neck. “I’m an asshole so you deserve to fuck me like one.” He lingered a moment more, just long enough to rub fur on fur, muzzle against muzzle, before he turned away and rolled onto the bed. Travis watched, dumbfounded, aroused, and simply torn on which direction to go.

Duke began to seductively slither his shorts down his thighs. The waistband got stuck around his tail end and the weasel began to clumsily jerk and kick them off in a fit of frustration. He regained his composure and reclined onto his back, lifting his legs and cupping a hand under his sack to give Travis a telling view if his bare ass.

If ever there was a time when Travis should walk away, it was now. He just needed to swivel his body to face the door, walk a few steps and let it shut behind him and then he’d have Weaselton and the burden of living in Downtown Zootopia would forever be behind him. Yet-

He could just enjoy this last moment with Duke. He owed it to the scoundrel after this honest effort he was putting in to treat his long time fuck buddy (were they buddies? What was happening? How did it come to this?) to a turn on top. Duke never bottomed. As Travis knelt on the edge of the bed he lifted his shirt, tossing it aside and wiggling his shorts off. His red briefs bulged with his turgid arousal. No chance was he going to pass this by.

Duke raised an eyebrow, glancing at the ferret’s groin. “Oof, you’re packing down there aren’t you? Come on champ, slam it home!”

Travis walked over towards the bed, dropping to his knees and leaning over the long body of the weasel. He wasn’t used to seeing the weasel’s face when they had sex. The sounds and the jerky movements of Duke’s noodly body was the most he was accustomed to and all of it was rough, arrogant, out to get a juicy orgasm as quick as possible. Here he watched patiently as Travis propped himself up and lowered his underwear, dipping his hips towards the base of the weasel’s tail.

The ferret paused, feeling a slick wetness around the inner curve of Duke’s ass cheeks. Did you lubed before you came in here?” Travis asked incredulously.

“Hey, only the best for you baby,” Duke said, giving the ferret a toothy smile.

Travis gawked at the weasel. “How much did you use?”

“The whole can. Why?” He gave Travis a queried look and the ferret couldn’t help but imagine the weasel wiping his ass in the nearby alley before he had come up.

With a shivering chuckle, Travis lowered himself onto the weasel’s chest, nuzzling the bristly fuzz with his muzzle. His hips pushed forward and to his delight he found the weasel’s puckered ring was slick enough to let the initial push to penetrate. A low groan rolled off Travis’ tongue as he eased himself in, pressing himself to the weasel’s chest as his shaft continued to sink into Duke.

“Keep going babe.” The weasel said through a hum that constituted a mix of pain or pleasure. The fellow mustelid ran his hands along Travis’ shoulders, digging his blunt claws into his back as the ferrets groin suddenly mashed against the weasel’s. “Snug, ain’t I?” He said with a chuckle.

“Yeah,” Travis mumbled, shivering from the tightness clamping around his cock. He couldn’t fathom Duke would be so relaxed while having someone shove dick in his ass. The weasel remained still for the most part, only twitching as Travis gave a small adjustment here and there.

“What are you waiting for?” Duke lifted his legs, pushing his rump against Travis crotch. “I ain’t on my back for a nap here, kid.”

“Sorry, I just don’t-” The ferret paused, his body shuddering. “-do this a whole lot.”

“What, fucking? Do I need to pull the instruction manual or something?”

“No, no! Just let me ease into it.” Travis stammered, afraid he might mess this up somehow. Of course, one look at the randy grin Duke was wearing and he knew he was getting some fun teasing the ferret even with his dick stuffed in his ass.

No time like the present, Travis thought. He rolled his hips back, grunting as his shaft pulled loose and quickly pushed himself forward. He did it again, finding the smooth rhythm that was aided by the copious amount of lube that plastered the weasel’s backside. Duke was still tight, but in only a minute he was rocking his lithe hips back and forth. Duke, meanwhile, laid back and his eyes closed. His face was twisted in a scraggly, perverted grin that muffled the sharp noises that rose up from his throat as Travis began to thrust.

The ferret took in a long, steady breath, filling his nose with the heady scent of the weasel underneath him. It was nicer than most days since they hadn’t gone dump diving, but the hot sun and the excitement of the situation was building a bitter musky aroma that only drove Travis wild. He lifted the rim of Duke’s shirt, dipping his nose under the rim and pushing it aside as he nuzzled Duke’s fuzzy chest and beginning to hump in earnest.

“Yeah, faster,” Duke said through clenched teeth. Travis obliged, figuring he must have been hitting the right spots to bring such a big smile on the weasel’s face. He finally noticed the warm bobbing of Duke’s erection against his stomach, his long body arched over the weasel’s hard-on. Duke reached between their torso’s, his hand gliding along his shaft and jerking himself off in a rapid fashion.

“Duke, I’m close.” Travis couldn’t go much longer than this. His crotch bumped hard against the weasel’s rump, a soft smack of fur on fur echoing in their tiny apartment.

Duke only responded with a high pitched hum, his arms falling onto the bed and clutching the mattress. His limp, long body rocked with every thrust and Travis suddenly felt warm splatters across his belly, accompanied the moist sound of the weasel’s fist pumping out his load.

For a moment, Travis was able to forget everything outside this room. In this heated second, he believed this thing with Duke Weaselton could turn into something good. He stretched out over the weasel, searching for his hands and curling his fingers over them. He released a series of high pitched, trembling whimpers as he bucked into the weasel’s hole. Pleasure arced through his limbs as he felt his balls tighten, pouring out a days worth of stress and torment into the weasel. A low groan erupted from Duke, sensing the ferrets climax and meeting every thrust of his lover with a push of his own, milking Travis for all he was worth.

All those sensations suddenly dwindled to nothing but tired breaths and limp limbs. Travis propped himself up on his forearms, his head resting against Duke’s shoulder. His eyes focused on the ragged, hard floor and the stained mattress beneath them. He heard the noise of the traffic of Downtown, oblivious to him and what he had just done. Regret, mountains of it, somehow rushed over him after the pulse of pleasure that overcame him. He shouldn’t be here, he reminded himself.

Initially, his thoughts turned to school, to the science department. Then, it was flooded with Raymond’s voice-

“Aw-Aww crud!” Travis squealed, pushing himself up and forcing a sharp yelp out of Duke.

“AH! Ow, hey! Easy!” He squirmed out from under Travis, annoyed. “What’s your deal, Travis?”

“I have to, um,” He hesitated, then shook his head free of any doubts. This wasn’t where he belonged. “I’m going to be late for something!” He scrambled and darted for his clothes, throwing them on as he waddled towards the door.

“You leaving me without some afterglow cuddles? That’s just cruel, kiddo.” Duke shouted as Travis started down the hallway.

He shouted back. “I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you!” Did he really mean that? It didn’t matter.

If he’d learned anything it was that you couldn’t stay in one place to get to where you wanted. It got him out of Bunnyburrows and now it would get him out of Downtown.



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Gideon took little comfort in the hotel room. He paced from one end of the room and back rolling through the recipes he’d have to commit to memory. Just how much his measurements would have to be for the rodent pastries, how to slice and portion the cakes for the servers. Most stressful was how he would keep track of the oven on top of all this for the pies.

Worse, what would happen if he screwed this all up somehow? Too much salt or too little sugar could make or break a whole batch.

A knock at the door suddenly pulled him out of this stupor. As he hurried to answer it, he paused to quickly button up his front. The chef jacket he had to wear was still stuffy and he hoped he could get it stretched out a bit in his off time.

“Hello, room service here! Somebody order ten pizza pies? Only meatballs and no sauce?” A jovial voice from the other side of the door shouted.

“Nick!” Another voice, this one female and familiar, spoke harshly. “Are you even capable of making a good first impression?”

“You say that like we’re supposed to be in uniform.”

Gideon opened the door, figuring it’d be best to get the pleasantries out of the way. Judy Hopps whirled, breaking out into a wide smile. “Gideon! Hey, how you fitting in?”

“Alright, I guess. Couldn’t care for the snow though.” He gave the little bunny a broad grin that went slack when he noticed a fox standing behind her. Wily looking guy, trimmed smile, lax eyes and Judy smiling while he stood behind her. For a moment, Gideon couldn’t think properly. Had she really forgiven him? He’d only repeated what he’d learned in therapy, it didn’t seem heartfelt or as regretful as he hoped it would be. Must have been terrifying for her to live with. He only remembered his claws cutting into Judy’s cheek, pushing her face in the dirt and-

Gideon Grey shook his head and forced a smile. A big one. He thought of a white room and kept it in his head every time his thoughts tried to pull back into a guilty verdict. It was just a thought, he reminded himself like he’d been taught by Dr. Marlowe. Just let the past pass by.

The leaner fox stepped forward, oblivious to all this, folding one arm behind his back and sticking the other out for Gideon to shake. “Nick Wilde, I’m Judy’s partner. I’m also a professional police officer.”

“Shucks, you got a funny one here, Jude. Didn’t know there were ‘professional’ police officers as opposed to regular ones.” Gideon said with a chuckle.

“Don’t pay him any attention. It only encourages him.” Judy said.

Gideon welcomed them into his hotel room, quickly closing the door behind him.

“Talk about out of the freezer and into the oven.” Nick said, already starting to loosen the fabric around his neck.

“Sorry, I’ve had the heater on since I checked in.”

Judy gaped at Gideon. “You got into town yesterday and you’ve had the heat on max since then?”

“Couldn’t you just wear a jacket?” Nick said adjusting the loose tie that corded itself around his neck.

Gideon shrugged, grinning broadly. “Not when I’m not fitting the hotel bill. Plus, this place is freezing! You’d think they could’ve had the country themed wedding down in the country instead of sticking it in the coldest place in the city.”

“Oh yeah!” Judy bounced onto the armchair in the room. “Mom and Pops told me about your job! Are you actually baking anything yet?”

“Not until tomorrow.”

“Any chance at getting a wedding cake sneak peek for us?” Judy asked.

“Heck no! I’m just trying to get a handle on the weirdo kitchen they got for me while making sure I have enough ingredients to make all the sweets and what-not. Besides, I don’t think they’d like me just letting anyone into the kitchen,” He chuckled. “Why are you coming to the wedding again?”

“Oh, you know how it goes with my family! When you have two hundred siblings you eventually get six hundred cousins and it kind of just blows up from there. That and I’m the godmother of Mr. Big’s daughter’s son which puts me somewhere on the totem pole of this really weird family structure which makes me some kind of,” She cringed her face slightly, ears tilting. “Um, Aunt-in-law? Does that count?”

Gid clapped his big paw to his brow, laughing. “Trust me, I wish that was easier to understand than half the stuff I got to whip up tomorrow night.”

“Hey, none of that. You got this gig, Gid. It’s not like you’re her to crash anyone’s wedding or anything.” She gave Nick a hard stare and he pretended not to notice.

“You, uh,” Gideon itched his neck, straining to not make this next question sound too suspicious. “You never told me what you wanted to talk about when you asked if we could talk. Awful sudden is all.”

“It isn’t anything important. I mean, we’re going to the same wedding, might as well make time to catch up. I want to make sure you’re doing fine-”

“I’m fine.” Gideon said a little too quickly.

Judy paused, gesturing to Nick. “And I figured I’d introduce you to Nick.”

“I’m her plus one to the festivity. Very thrilled for the happy couple.” Nick said in a neutral tone before raising his eyebrows inquisitively. “Say, heard anything from Travis Blackfoot lately, big guy?”

The question caught Gideon by surprise. He blinked in confusion, glancing at Judy who gawked at Nick. Apparently, something was amiss between these two and suddenly the whole visit started to stink. “No? Why would Travis-why’s he asking me something like that?” He turned away from the other fox and gaped at Judy.

“He isn’t supposed to since we didn’t come here to do police work.” Judy said, her voice growing harder and more annoyed as she turned to Nick. “I just wanted to talk to my friend, Nick. If that’s getting in the way of your ‘investigation’ you can go back to the room.”

“I’m just saying that if anybody would know where a wily ferret would be it would be his best buddy is all. See, I already asked and he doesn’t know. There, I’m satisfied. Are you satisfied?” He gave Gideon a smile. It was a kind of grin that  a city slick fox would give a country bumpkin. “Thanks for the help, Big Gid. And now, I think I’ll excuse myself from this over of yours and help myself to a hot tub. I’d prefer boiled alive than baked.”

Nick waved over his shoulder at Judy as he walked out the door. “Seeya in our room, Carrots.”

The door slammed, but it was hard to tell if it was just the weight of the door or the fox who closed it. Regardless, it left Gideon with too many mixed feelings.

“I’m sorry.” Judy said, sighing with frustration. “He isn’t really like that.”

“Okay.” Gideon said. He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth. “Is Travis in trouble?”

“Gideon.” Jusy leaned forward and took a deep breath. “You really haven’t heard from him? You’re telling the truth?”

“Of course I am! Is he in trouble or not?”

“There was a warrant for his arrest.” She said after a brief pause.

“What’d he do? Is he okay?”

“Gideon, this is going to be hard to explain so slow down and breathe for a second.” She waited as Gideon swallowed, slumping his shoulders and taking a long, deep breath before she continued. “The station had a warrant on file but it just vanished. It wasn’t dismissed or carried out. It’s just gone. That’s creepy mystery number one. We did some more digging and neither of us could work out where he went after he dropped out of college. We were hoping to talk to you after the wedding, but Nick is paranoid about something.”

Gideon nodded. Even having it spelled out like that, he still didn’t understand what was happening save for the fact that Travis had dug himself into a nasty situation. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t want you getting involved any more than you have to, Gideon. You’ve got a big enough job to do without worrying about dumb cop stuff.”

“It’s not dumb though!” Gideon barked, his ears folding back against his skull. “Travis got himself in trouble a-a-and he didn’t have me there to bail him outta it.” He realized, with embarrassment, that his voice was trembling. He wiped at something in his eye, rubbing the edge until he scrubbed out a persistent, ugly tear.

Judy expression softened. “You two were real close friends back then, weren’t you?”

“Sure, until we had to grow up. He was my best friend. I don’t want to say anything bad about him. I’m not sure how to feel about all this.”

“I don’t want you to talk about it if it’s going to hurt you, Gideon. That’s not what I came here to do. I want your help, but you don’t need to do it now if you don’t want to.”

“Nah,” He sniffled, smiling over to Judy Hopps, someone who somehow became more than three times the hero he could ever be. “Better get it off my chest. You deserve it after all the junk I put you through.”

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