Stormy Sleepover

One night, Friendly had invited Timothy over for a sleepover again. After the cubs had brushed their teeth, Friendly took Timothy into his bedroom and helped prepare his younger friend for a good night's sleep. He helped Timothy pull his blue t-shirt off and pulled his shorts down, reaching for the raccoon's training pants - which he had to wear because he often wet the bed at night. Timothy blushed as Friendly helped him into his training pants and pulled his favourite shorts up over them.
"There you go, all ready for bed now" said Friendly, rubbing Timothy's headfur and standing up again.
"Thanks Friendly" squeaked Timothy, as he waddled over to the bed.
"Alright, I'm turning the light out now. Do you want me to plug my night-light in again?" asked the fox.
"Uh-huh" said Timothy, as he snuggled up in Friendly's bed and looked over at his friend.
Friendly turned off the light and plugged in his old night-light, before getting into bed with the slightly-chubby raccoon.
"Thank you Friendly" said the little raccoon, snuggling up to his fox friend and trilling contently in his raccoon way.
"Goodnight Timothy" smiled Friendly, giving his friend a little hug.
"Goodnight Friendly" squeaked Timothy, still trilling contently and snuggling deeper into the covers.
Soon, Friendly was asleep alongside his friend too.

Suddenly, Friendly was awoken by a large white flash, a very loud bang and a startled squeak from Timothy. 
"Eeeek!" cried the raccoon, tears welling up in his amber eyes as he realized what was going on.
"Wha..." yapped Friendly, pulling the duvet aside and standing beside his window. Heavy rain pelted against the window-pane, the raindrops bouncing off the white panel and the wind howled as yet another flash lit up the pitch-black sky overhead, followed by another bang.
"Eeeeek!" cried Timothy, shuddering visibly and clutching onto the duvet, burying his head in Friendly's pillow.
"It's just a thunder-storm, Timothy" chuckled Friendly, deserting his post at the window and getting back into his bed with the timid raccoon cub.
"I... I... I'm frightend of thunder, Friendly!" squeaked Timothy, burying his head in the fox's pillow again as he anticipated another flash to light up the sky and a loud bang to follow it.
Friendly put his arm around Timothy's chubby body and put his paw over the raccoon's heart. Timothy's heart was pounding heavily. Curiously the fox let his other paw wander to the raccoon's shorts. He wiggled his paw underneath the waistband and felt the front of Timothy's training pants. They were already soaked-through.
"Awwww, it's okay Timothy. Come here" said Friendly, snuggling up to the raccoon and letting his friend cry into his furry chest. Another flash lit up the bedroom and was followed by a dull clap of thunder.
"Eeek!" squeaked Timothy, burying his head deeper into Friendly's fur and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Shhhhh" comforted the fox, rubbing his raccoon friend's furry back and giving him a kiss on his cheek. "I'll keep you safe, it's okay Timothy"
As the raccoon continued sobbing, Friendly remembered what had made Timothy trill contently a few days ago. He put his paw on the seat of Timothy's shorts and began to rub his friend's butt in a circular motion.
Soon, Timothy was trilling contently and Friendly put his other paw against his friend's heart again, which had resumed a more normal pace.
"There, it's okay Timothy" said Friendly, continuing to rub the seat of Timothy's shorts and giving him a comforting hug with his other arm.
"Do you want me to change your training pants, Timothy?" asked the fox, soothingly.
Timothy looked up at his friend with pleading eyes and a quivering lip. He uttered another little squeak through his nose as another dull flash of lightning partly illuminated the room.
"It's okay, the storm's moving away now" said Friendly, "Come on, let's get you in a dry pair of pull-ups"
"Th... thank you Friendly" said Timothy, holding Friendly's paw and gingerly getting out of bed.
Friendly glanced at the bedside clock on his table - which said 02:34. He flicked on the light-switch and walked over to his five-year old raccoon friend, smiling at him as he gently pulled Timothy's shorts down, revealing his soaked training pants.
"It's okay buddy, let's get you out of those" said Friendly, pulling the wet pull-up off and throwing it into his garbage bin before helping his friend into a fresh pair of training pants, and pulling his shorts up over them"
"Thanks Friendly" smiled Timothy, giving the fox a big hug.
Friendly smiled and lifted his friend off the ground, patting the seat of his shorts and walking over to the bed again.
"At least your pull-up didn't leak this time" said the fox, breathing a small sigh of relief as he put Timothy down and walked over to turn the light off again.
Timothy snuggled up into the covers again and smiled as his nine-year old fox friend joined him again.
"Poor Timothy" sympathised Friendly, putting his paw on Timothy's butt and finding the velcro-seal on his pocket. He prised it open and put his paw inside, wiggling it around.
"Heeheeheeeheeeheeeee! That tickles!" giggled Timothy, as Friendly wiggled his paw around inside the silky pocket on the seat of his shorts.
Friendly grinned and closed the velcro pocket, rubbing Timothy's butt again.
"Goodnight Timothy" said Friendly, kissing the raccoon's cheek and holding his paw.
"Thank you Friendly" smiled Timothy, trilling contently and snuggling up with his fox friend again.

-- The End --