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Pawbert laid in the cell he shares with his family,a darkness surrounding them all. It's about 2 a.m.,and every animal in the Zootopia prison is asleep,except for Pawbert.
He wasn't awake becouse of insomnia nor becouse of nightmares,the thing keeping him awake was his painfully full bladder. That wouldn't necessarily be a problem on it's own,the toilet was less than a meter next to where he was laying,right in the cell with him,no,that was not the issue. The issue was that his bladder was so full,so painfully full,holding hours of build up urine inside that once it finally comes out, it's gonna be loud,really loud.
A chill went down Pawberts spine when he imagined his fathers reaction if he'd accidentally woke him up with his stream. He was glad his father and siblings were asleep finally,so he doesen't have to deal with theirs dissapointed looks and cold shoulders. On the other hand,he really has to go. His bladder is already this big hot bulge poking out of his abdomen,the sea of piss pushing on his pelvic floor,demanding to be let out. His legs have been crossed so tightly that they're starting to go numb,and his paws are jammed between his trembeling thighs,gripping his dick through the orange uniform.
He leans his head againts the cold wall,biting his lip to stop the despreate groan bubbling up his throat.
The last time he had to pee this badly was back on the gala in Tundratown,where he was commanded to stand in the courner by his family,so he wouldn't fuck anything up,they said. By the end of the night,he was sitting folded onto himself on the stairs,leaking uncontrollably every 30 seconds. Pawbert shuddered at the memory,his dad refused to aknowalige him for a two weeks straight after that.
Pawbert rolls on his back,giving his bladder more space to outspread,while wiggling his hips from side to side like despreate kitten freashly out of its diapers. He held like that for about 20 minutes,bravely fighting his own body while knowing very well he was losing. His bladder was throbbing,each throb attembting to push out a stream of urine.
When,finally,his bladder finally allowed a small sprout into his pants, Pawberts eyes went wide. He burried his face into his pillow to muffle the moan that escaped him, and then started to look around the cell frantically.
When,finally,his eyes Landed on a towel next to the sink. If he had wrapped it around his dick,or stuffed it in the toilet, it would absorb most of the noise. Before he could properly think it through, or talk himself out of it,he got up as silently and swiftly as he could and waddled towards the bathroom courner. He pulled himself free and grabbed the towel,wrapping it into a ball around his dick. As he was bending down to kneel above the toilet,his bladder was already leaking. As fast as his state allowed him,he got into position and slowly let go.
The relief was ecstatic,hours and hours of pee rushing out,soaking into the towel and silently dripping into the toilet. Pawbert closed his eyes and threw his head back,his ears going flat on his head. The stream went for solid minute and a half,before it finally slowed down and stopped.
Pawbert quickly put himself back into his pants,wrapping the soaked towel into toilet paper and putting the ball into the thrash bin they had next to the toilet for Kitty to throw menstrual aids in. He tied the thrash bag and put it next to the door,for the the cleaning lady to take away in the morning.
Then he quickly and quietly washed his hands and dick,before slipping back into his bed,now finally being able to fall asleep.