Gideon cucks Nick

Nick Wilde was thankful the weekend had finally come. He hadn't expected his new job as a police officer to be easy, especially after how difficult the academy had been, but the real shock was how boring it often was. Plus, it hadn't been good for his social life, since his old friends had almost insisted on avoiding him now that he was "the fuzz". Still, he'd been able to convince Finnick that he wasn't a traitor and he certainly wasn't about to try anything on the weekend. They'd made plans to play paintball after a long while of being too bored to think of anything interesting, and he'd agreed to pick Nick up for the game.

"Hey, man, gonna invite your girlfriend?" asked Finnick.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm calling her, and nothing's official yet. We just like each other." he said as he called Judy. "Hey, Fluff, you there? Me and Finnick were about to go play paintball and we were wondering if you wanted to come, your apartment's really close to the paintball place."

"Plus your boyfriend would love your company, especially after the game." sneered Finnick.

"Stay out of the call, man, that's not cool." said Nick with a bit of a nervous laugh.

Judy interrupted, laughing. "Hey, it's always good to hear someone kidding you for a change, instead of you bullying me."

"It isn't bullying, Carrots, it's just banter."

"Sure. Anyway, sorry, I'll have to disappoint you, I already made plans. Gideon came over and he's telling me about family life back home. Gotta stay in touch, you know? Plus we were going to try Gauntlet, he hasn't gotten to play since we were all kids."

"Oh, that's too bad. Hope you have a good one, always good to keep up with family. See ya around." Nick hung up.

"Uh-oh, lover boy, you're leaving your girl with another fox?" Finnick pulled a face of mock terror. "But it's okay, right, nothing's official."

"Yeah, it really is okay, I keep telling you it's not like that. They're just friends, and we're not an item."

"Sure, sure. Especially because I bet you haven't mentioned your family to her, huh?"

"Shut up, you'll spoil the game."

Whatever he might have said about not being nervous, Nick's hands did shake enough that Finnick won easily.
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After a long day of getting bruised by tiny pellets of paint, Nick was relieved when it was finally time to drive back.

"Hey, mind driving by Judy's place? Got some business to take care of."

"Sure, I gotta see how your date goes."

"I keep telling you it's not a date. Being that short make it harder to hear?"

"Real funny, Wilde. ...Here we are. Thought you were lying about it being that close."

"Me? Lie? You must be thinking of someone else." Nick clambered out of the car and went up to Judy's door, knocking on it.

"Who's there?" called Judy's voice.

"It's me, poor Nick Wilde, mercilessly savaged by a baby fox and his paintball gun, badly in need of comfort."

Judy laughed. "You really lost that badly? Come in, the door's not locked!"

He entered, and threw out his arms as though to emphasize what a miserable sight he was, covered in splotches of paint and bruise.

"Well, that really is bad news, because you lost again. Gideon and I managed to beat your high score."

Nick groaned and made to sit down as Finnick laughed jubilantly and exclaimed, "Looks like you got cucked!"

"Does that even mean anything anymore?" sighed Nick.

"Nope."

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? I'm not having those paint-soaked clothes on my furniture, I just cleaned the place yesterday!" exclaimed Judy. "You'll need to get changed."

"Alright, alright, but as long as I'm getting naked, you feel like spending the afternoon celebrating my first week on the force? And, uh... Finnick, Gideon, nice to meet you, could you excuse us?"

"Wait, what? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" said Gideon.

"You told me you weren't dating, you hustler!" said the fennec, laughing uproariously.

"Oh, sweet cheese and crackers, do you have to ask in front of every--yes, that's exactly what he's saying, and no, we're not dating, but we're... definitely close friends--" said Judy as she tried to contain a blush.

"--with benefits--" interjected Nick.

"--which you're about to lose if you keep embarrassing me in company."

"Oh, you know you love me," chuckled Nick, "smugness and all."

The rest of their dialogue was lost in Finnick's laughter as he escorted Gideon and himself out. Gideon should have been glad that no one had been paying attention to his obvious devastated expression, but he felt as though Nick and Judy had been mocking him with their callousness, yes, it had to be callousness, and the midget was laughing at him, Gideon Grey. That had to be it, there was no way this had all be a coincidence. He struggled to keep the tears from his eyes as he began the journey back to Zootopia.
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Connie was a female bison college student who turned to prostitution as a side job to support her tuition. So far the job hasn't been too bad, she's always been sex-positive and she works at a fairly classy brothel, so things stay clean and safe. As corny as it sounded, she'd actually enjoyed meeting people and had been surprised at how ordinary the johns were. The fetishes had been strange, but she'd always enjoyed trying new things and they hadn't gone beyond some roleplay, a few silly costumes, and moderate dom/sub stuff. But today she'd had a client that made her question whether this was the right job for her.

A fat, youngish fox had entered her room, fidgeting with a bunny-ear headband and stammering as he'd asked her name. It was obvious that this was his first time and he was nervous about it, so she'd tried to be gentle and patient as she told him that wasn't important, only what he wanted. He had asked her to put on the bunny ears and call him Nicodemus Wylt, like the fox pornstar. It'd seemed harmless enough, so she had agreed, even though he was starting to disturb Connie. Then he specifically asked her to make eye contact, and she had really started to doubt whether this was going to work out. It wasn't so much what he wanted as how obviously desperate he was and how poorly he was handling the situation. He just wasn't attractive at all, and it had seemed like he was almost going to cry.

They'd had sex, quick and unsatisfying for either of them, and mercifully she couldn't remember it, only how dejected he had seemed as he slunk out of the room. Connie kept his money.