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Jezz is a... fun person to be around; he's unique. I'm not sure how the raccoon came into my life, he just... appeared one day and suddenly he's the love of my Goodman life. I wouldn't trade him for anything, this raccoon has gotten me out of more shit than I can recall. Although, he's also the same person who gets me into all that shit so there's probably something else to him.

We were out having a nice late walk in town. Dusk seeping into the edges of the bright blue sky. I was about to say when the raccoon pushed me into a pair of revolving doors. We spun around a few times, him having the playful nature of a manchild, it annoyed as much as it charmed me. When we finally stepped out of the doors and into the building the Jezz greeted the receptionist with a playful smile while I was still trying to get my balance. He then said, "Table for two please," the same childlike nature invading his tone and directness.

Now, this wasn't just some wherehouse someone turned into a pizza place. There were white stone pillars lining a dining area entrance, one where every table was covered with a blue velvet cloth and a candle. Everyone sitting had a well-fitting suit which cost as much as their perfectly seared and seasoned meals served on silver plates. Meanwhile my unbranded hoodie and torn jeans would pay for 10% of 10% of an appetizer.

The obvious response for a receptionist in this situation would be throwing us out the doors we spun in with. Probably Spit into our faces and tell us to come back when we're living off our 401ks. But I guess the charming smile of this raccoon got through to him, and he just led us to our table, no questions about a reservation or anything asked. A booth at the very edge of the restaurant. Guess he still didn't want us eating with the blue bloods.

"What're you going to order?" Jezz said with excitement, almost leering at me from his side of the table.

"Steak looks good." I respond plainly.

"Oh, come on! I was gonna get that," he whined, "Can't you get something else, then we can share our plates."

"Yeah but you get meat super rare. I don't like that." It's a bit too chewy for me.

"I like my meat bloody," He said with a wink,

""Want some Alfredo?"

"I can try it. Oh, it's a veggie plate" he said with disgust "for a fox you're not very carnivores."

"Well there's one type of meat you know I like." I responded with my own wink.

"Ugh fuck off, you always go with the obvious jokes." He rolled his eyes at me and I just giggled.

"Say, so this place is pretty pricey, I know you managed to get us in but--"

"Don't worry about it," he cut me off.

"Yeah but--"

"I said don't worry about it." He was gruffer with that time, almost sent a chill down my spine, I knew not to press the issue. "You won't have to pay a cent when we're walking out of here."

"...I'll do the chicken parm. That's got meat,"

"The basic bitch choice." Does nothing I do on my own satisfy him?

"Fuck you too." And right as I said that our sharply dressed cervine waiter came by. One arm behind his back and another holding up a tray with our drinks. Jezz looked up at the deer with the same wide grin he gave the receptionist. He probably sensed the repressed hatred that cervine has for these 20 somethings sitting in this restaurant. We both know that when this fancy lad finally snaps, he'll take it out on us.

"What would the gentlemen like today." I told him both our orders and he strutted off from our table.

"So... why this place, Jezz?" annoying some grumpy ass waiter aside there isn't a lot here that Jezz would find fun. He's a rambunctious sort, being the type to sooner fling food at fancy dressed people not dine with them.

"Ever eaten at a place where the cheapest thing on the menu is 100$?"

"No but--"

"Well then here you go! we're trying something new," As he said that he began rubbing his leg against mine. He then leaned in and whispered "Also, I've got other plans." Jezz looked around the restaurant before turning back to me. "something fun!" He shot me a wide-eyed devilish smirk.

You know when you're in a dream and you hear your alarm clock. The primal gut feeling that wretches you away from a fantasy of, lets say, having a normal Goodman dinner, and into the cold harsh reality of waking life. Yeah, I get that feeling every time Jezz says fun.

Although that's not the only feeling I get in moments like these. Jezz knows by now, the word has almost conditioned me to have this other reaction. The reaction that makes your face red and your pants tighter, yeah, he was rubbing my leg for a reason. I looked back at the raccoon again and this time he had a smirk that wouldn't look out of place on a Dr. Seuess character. He knows what's happening.

"Feeling a little uncomfortable there." He said, bringing his leg back over mine.

"I'll need to go to the bathroom soon to take care of this if you keep--"

"I wouldn't recommend that." Jezz interrupted, pressing his leg against mine a little harder. I could feel him going against my fur... my bare fur.

I shot him a glare, something between angry and submissive. That didn't faze his devilishly innocent smile. "What the hell!" I slammed both my hands on the table and leaned in, snarling at him.

He didn't say anything just smirked and pointed to the side. There our cervine waiter stood, I'm not sure if he saw my sign of aggression but he had both our plates in hand. "Extra rare steak and chicken parm for the gentlemen." He said putting both plates down with regality that presents itself with every aspect of him.

When he put my plate down, I pulled the tablecloth over my crotch. It looked suspicious, but still better than him seeing what was under it. I had to confirm myself though, as if I wasn't already feeling the cool restaurant air on it I actually looked down and lightly lifted the cloth to confirm that... yeah, my senses were correct, I'm not wearing pants. That raccoon somehow made every piece of clothing below my waist disappear.

The waiter left, and I looked back at Jezz. "Very funny." I said trying to intimidate him, but he could hear the fear in my voice. "Now give them back!" I pull the tablecloth against my crotch even harder, the glasses on our table wobbling as I do.

"I don't want you to get them dirty?"

"What!?" I tugged the cloth a little more and this time my glass did topple over. It splashed me in sweet sticky alcohol, I'd need to wash this hoodie later. Fuck it feels like that attracted some attention, I don't think our waiter caught it, he's not rushing over to help us or anything.

"Like that," Jezz pointed at my ruined hoodie. "you're such a messy eater, let me help you out." Jezz flew his hand in front of his face and suddenly my hoodie and my shirt were gone too. I didn't even notice it at first, I just didn't feel as wet and sticky anymore. I looked down to see my top, now just as naked as my bottom.

I covered my chest with my arms. "Asshole!" Not the strongest reaction I've had to his antics, I might be getting a bit numb to them, that doesn't make this less embarrassing.

Jezz had to spit his wine back into his cup so he wouldn't choke on that laugh. "You really want to be yelling right now?" He went back to sipping.

I swear there was an out of focus camera lens on my eyes as I glanced around the restaurant. I could see all the regally dressed elites, most staring back at me. They probably spent thousands on each of their suits, but I'd pay even more to have any of them on me right now. Fuck, I'd settle for one of the tablecloths.

"You're going to get us kicked out." I said a little hushed.

"I'm going to get us kicked out?" Jezz said with a mouthful of steak. He swallowed and picked up his knife pointing it at my bear chest now covered by my arms. "You're the one making a scene."

For the love of, yeah, I guess I was the naked one, but he stripped me... somehow. I didn't just take off all my clothes and go, 'look everyone I'm naked!' That'd get a real hoot out of Jezz though. Speaking of, he had a few more things to say about my situation.

"Finish your food then we can leave." He said while cutting into another piece of steak.

"What?" I was dumbfounded.

"You haven't taken a bite. I'm treating you to the most lavish place in town and you're just sitting there gawking at me. We can do that in the bedroom but right now. That's completely inappropriate behavior if you ask me." He took another bite of steak, acting as if he were at a normal romantic dinner. He's spent an eternity mastering that poker face and dismissive attitude. There's a chance that this ultimatum could be true, but what else was I going to do, run to the bathroom?

Shakily I removed my hands from my top, half tempted to throw the tablecloth around me as I ate, but that would only draw more attention to me. I cut into the marinara covered chicken parm, not nearly as red as my face right now. Before I could even put it in my mouth, I felt something.

"Ahh~," I moaned, something warm and wet was slathering my cock, now completely out of my sheath. I dropped the fork, it hit the tablecloth with a soft metallic CLUNK! I stifled my moans with the hand previously holding it; now I'm looking around the room to try and see if I've attracted even more unwanted eyes. But what I noticed instead was the empty seat opposite me.

"Jeezzzaaahh~" I had half the mind to lift the tablecloth and tell that raccoon to go fuck himself. Although, Knowing him, he was probably fingering himself with one hand, and the other was about treat me similarly.

"J-Jezz--HAAA!" Never mind, the raccoon had more planned for me regardless. As what I could only imagine was at least 3 fingers penetrated me down to the second knuckle at least. Fuck that was a loud moan too, and it attracted a few more eyes.

I can't take this! I slumped back into my seat, claws digging into the velvet upholstery of the cousins. More people were definitely looking at me right now but I couldn't focus on that: cause despite the humiliation; despite the eyes of this city's elite staring me down; despite the fact that I may be kicked out of this restaurant, laughed out of this district, and arrested all in my birthday suit, I was still getting a blowjob, a great one at that.

At some point I just closed my eyes and resigned to enjoy it and then something snapped me out of this. A familiar voice.

"Oh, come on now," Jezz said, sounding slightly disappointed." I go to the bathroom for a minute and you haven't even taken a single bite." I opened my eyes trying to focus on something other than the pleasure, and there I saw my raccoon, he was staring at me, and I noticed a faint red glimmer in his eyes.

"Y-You're doing thi-aah~!" For the first time since this mysterious BJ started, I noticed it. Another red glow under our table.

"I thought you'd be lonely when I left so I hooked you up with something to keep you entertained," I just grit my teeth, I had no words for the raccoon anymore. "If you want me to stop it then--"

"No!" I shouted, "Don't P-please don't stoooaaaahhh~," I don't care, I don't fucking care if some suits are seeing me getting a secondhand fucking from this raccoon. I know he's doing it... somehow. The same way he made my clothes disappear, the same way he got us into this restaurant no questions asked, the same way he just showed up in my life all unannounced and changed it forever. I don't care how he's doing any of this, but I want nothing more than for him to keep doing it.

"You're close." He said, dropping any pretense of being coy.

"Y-yeah, finish me off babe." My hesitance seemed to just disappear as my cock swelled in preparation.

Then the feelings just stopped.

"In a bit." Jezz said, I looked at him with eyes out for blood. I'm about ready to demand he make me cum. Then he pointed a little to the left of me and I felt a hand on that shoulder.

I was tugged away from the table by our waiter finally dropping that regal act. "What the hell is going on here!" And that's when I remembered... I'm in a restaurant.

I don't know how long everyone was staring, make no mistake it was everyone. Every yuppie and their dad were staring me down, red faced and completely erect, cock still twitching from my mysterious under the table treatment. I didn't even think these were the types of people to have their phones at dinner but there they were. Recording this to put on their twitter feed for their billions of followers looking for financial advice or the quarterly report and getting my dick instead.

My heart leapt into my throat and I just looked at Jezz for... help? He wouldn't do that. Guidance? Nah, too nice. A reassuring but naughty smile. Yep that's exactly what I got, but he was mouthing something too.

"Cum," I swear he only mouthed it but I heard... something. Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind I heard a deep guttural call. Older than time itself, a voice that could have men falling at their knees to follow their every whim, something that'd strike fear into hearts unaware of its true intentions. Well I knew exactly what it wanted. It was telling me to "CUM!"

My cock erupted. Spraying ropes all over my body, staining the suit of the poor deer waiter holding my arm, adding extra seasoning to my chicken parm, I probably even hit an audience member in the splash zone somewhere next to our table. I was too busy experiencing pure bliss to check.

I soaked in the afterglow a tiny bit, before I heard a disgruntled scoff from the waiter. I swear he was ready to break a tooth with how hard he was gnashing his teeth, flaring them like the predators his ancestors ran away from. Even had a little eye twitch to top off the insanity. Thankfully he didn't go for my throat. Just dragged me out of the restaurant and threw me onto the pavement where I could lie down and enjoy the aftermath in peace.

"Need a hand?" Jezz said completely causally. There weren't a lot of people out and about today but the ones that walked by just stepped to the side of the pavement to avoid me. The naked fox lying on the pavement, I guess they wanted to get home from work more than they care to acknowledge social taboos in public. If anything, Jezz was the nicest one of them all, offering to pick me up.

I took his hand and as soon as he got me to my feet he went in for a kiss. A deep passionate and warm kiss. His tongue invading my throat as our fingers locked with one hand and our other grabbing the backs of both our heads. I kissed back but he always has control over these kinds of things, I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Come on." He said, holding my hand and leading me down the sidewalk.

"What? Hey my clothes?"

"Won't need em."

"Why!? Where are we going?"

"The park. I want to actually fuck you on the public trail. Now come on, let's walk. Exercise does wonders for recharging, especially after an orgasm like that."