The sky fox Nick Wilde found himself roughly shoved into a dark room by a pair of big, huge polar bears that had ‘escorted’ him. As he stumbled and regained his footing he noticed an old, worn out sofa sitting in the room, and across from it was an expensive-looking desk with a large armchair behind it, facing away from him so he couldn’t see who was it. Knowing what to do he meekly hurried over to the couch and sat down without saying a word. Immediately afterwards one of the polar bears came over and held out their thick, wide rump, barely giving Nick any time to move away as he sat down, the sofa creaking softly beneath his weight as his massive frame took up more than half of the available space. Nick nervously tried to scoot away from him and get some space to himself, only for the other polar bear to come and sit himself down next to his partner, leaving the poor fox uncomfortably smooshed between their big, huge bodies. He could hardly move, feeling their soft, warm flesh pushing in on both sides and completely enveloping every inch of his slender body, leaving only his face visible as it stuck out between them.