ZOOTOPIA: A RACCOON'S REVENGE

Jake Runnel meets an old acquaintance for dinner. This story takes place after the events of Sins of our Fathers and is based on the story Zootopia: A Raccoon's Redemption.

Jake is a raccoon who has become Nick Wilde's best friend, almost a little brother to the older fox. He is a former thief who now runs a small security firm and has friends on both sides of the law.

This story is a bit of an experiment because each chapter will unfold as it is witnessed by a different mammal. The mammal in the first chapter is a member of the feline species called an ocelot found in Central and South America, at least in our reality. Jake is a common raccoon and Jasmine is a similar species sometimes called a crab-eating raccoon.

I do not own the rights to Zooptopia or any of its characters. This story was written solely for the reader's enjoyment and without any profitable purposes. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. (Does this legal disclaimer make you happy Mr. Moleinger?)

Chapter 1: The Ocelot

Francisco couldn't help but overhear the couple sitting at one of the café's outdoor tables and the ocelot grinned at their conversation. "Seduced me?" the female raccoon giggled as the attractive male raccoon in the dark blue suit, white dress shirt, and yellow tie caressed her paw. She looked into his brown eyes, but the downtown café's courtyard light shadowed his face making him look slightly mysterious. "My dear Mr. Runnel, I thought I was seducing you that night? I figured I'd get you upstairs in my hotel room and after a quickie, toss you out! After all, I thought I'd hidden those emeralds in a place where you would never find them. I wasn't prepared for such a rutting as you gave me."

"Rutting?" the male raccoon winced and then grinned at his companion, a female raccoon in a tight dark red dress. She sipped her glass of wine as she mischievously peered at him with her dark eyes. "Jasmine, please that's such a harsh word! You were the first raccoon I ever made love to and so I was rather excited."

The waiter had to agree that she was very attractive, the raccoon had a slim body which could drive most males crazy and her voice had an almost musical accent, betraying that she was from near his homeland, probably from one of the eastern tropical islands. Although she was almost as tall as he was, her fur was a much shorter brownish grey and even the telltale "bandit's mask" around her eyes was lighter than his. He watched as the tip of her ringed tail slightly twitched and it reminded him of a cat playing with her prey.

"Excited!" she scoffed. "You wore me out, but I do have to admit that you're one of the most satisfying romps I've ever had."

The male raccoon grinned at that and chuckled, "I've learned a few new tricks since then!"

The raccoon named Jasmine blushed before continuing, "Now Jake if I take you up on your implied offer, are you also going to try to rob me again?"

"Aw, come on!" the male raccoon laughed. "You made it too easy that night! Plus, I only took one emerald and left you the others. Actually, I could argue it was a fair trade since I did leave you something in return."

"I know, the red rose that you left inside the bag," she sighed. Then with a sarcastic voice she added, "You also left me sore between my legs and with a hangover, not to mention the three spent condoms."

"As I said, I was excited," he chuckled. "We're going to have to stop at the pharmacy tonight, I only have one packet."

"Hah! You are a daring one!" she giggled. "Who says that's going to happen?"

He squeezed her paw and huskily replied, "Are you saying that it's not?"

"No, I saying we haven't even ordered dinner and I 'm hungry!" she said. "Then maybe, just maybe, after dinner we can stop at the pharmacy across the street. So what's good to eat at this place?"

"I'd recommend the raw oysters," he answered with a grin. "I hear they're an aphrodisiac."

"Oh Lamb," she huffed. "I know I'm going to regret this in the morning."

"I take that you're saying yes?" he said as he pretended to be reading the menu. "But I'm not finding what I really want being served."

"What's that?" she asked and gave him a puzzled look.

"Raccoon," he said without looking up at her. "So I guess I have a settle for the shrimp cocktail instead."

As he began to approach their table, Francisco stopped and turned back when he heard her giggle, "Maybe if you behave yourself during dinner, you might find raccoon on the dessert menu. Now let's see, they have tuna balls…nope, I might lick some balls later. Turkey sausage, hmmm, I wonder how long it is?"

"Lion above, you can even turn me on talking about food," Jake chuckled. "Now behave yourself, I think our waiter can hear us. He has started approaching our table twice and turned back, I think he doesn't want to disturb our conversation."

"You want to share an order of a half dozen oysters?" she suggested, seemingly ignoring his comments. "Someone recommended them, something about their being…"

"And there he goes back, you chased him off again!" he snickered. "I'm going to have to give the poor guy a hell of a tip."

She smiled and ran her paw up his arm before saying, "So oysters it is!"

"I'm going to let you order," he sighed. "You've got me confused."

"You seem to be in a hurry," she giggled. "It's almost as if you had big plans tonight."

"I do have plans," he huskily replied. Then noticing that Francisco was hesitantly approaching, he turned and said to him, "We're ready to order, please forgive our behavior."

The ocelot shrugged as he replied with a grin, "I didn't want to disturb your romantic tit for tat."

"Romantic tit for tat? I guess that does define our conversation, you cute feline eavesdropper," she began. Francisco tutted at her as she added, "I do find you cute in a very masculine studdish way."

"Quit seducing the waiter," Jake sighed as he looked up at the now blushing ocelot. "I'll tell you what, give me the apron and I'll be the waiter. That way you two can sit here making google eyes at each other."

"I don't know, maybe I'll take you both with me when I go," she giggled.

"I'm sorry, you're very pretty and all," Francisco chuckled. "But he's more my type."

Looking over at the now blushing male raccoon, she laughed. "Alas, I would lose out on that deal. So please bring us a half order of oysters, a house salad to share, and a bottle of Champagne."

"Are we celebrating something?" Francisco heard the male raccoon ask her.

"No you silly hunk of coon," she giggled. "You always have Champagne with oysters."

"Oh, I usually have mine with beer on the beach," he shrugged. "I guess I should hang around you more often and you can teach me how to be classy."

The ocelot's ear flicked as she replied, "It's all a front. When you work the island casinos, you learn to play the game." He smiled because he had worked some of the casinos before he moved to Zootopia and it was a like a game, mostly mammals wanting to be seen with the rich and famous. For the staff and waiters, sometimes the perks were better than the tips. He was a young attractive gay male who was lean, almost thin, and his fur was short and smooth with his tawny coat punctuated by black and dark brown stripes and spots. Under his neck, the cream colored fur showed from under his dark blue shirt. He stood just over three feet tall with a thin 16 inch tail, which twitched as he moved with the gracefulness that only a cat can have. More than one wealthy guest wanted to get a lot more the just their paws on his body.

"So are you playing a game with me tonight?" the male raccoon asked her. "I can't afford to be caught with you if you're doing anything illegal, I'm on parole. Besides, I gave up on that old lifestyle and have gone legit. I run a small security consulting company nowadays and I even have others who are counting on me as the owner."

"I heard you've gone legit. Believe it or not, you could say that I'm actually on the side of the angels this time," she answered. "I'm on parole myself, you see my island's government said they'd clean my record if I recover a missing stone."

"A missing stone?" Jake asked. "What kind of stone?"

"A wolf paw sized chunk of black quartz," she said. "It's…well special and it was smuggled here years ago by my cousin."

"So is it worth something?" Jake asked as he leaned forward with curiosity. "Who did she steal it for?"

"She didn't steal it, but rescued it from some very dangerous mammals who attacked her convent," Jasmine sighed. "She mailed clues of its location before they killed her. I've got notes to follow and was supposed to have met one of my late cousin's associates, but she went missing."

"So you've got the notes with you?" Jake said. "Let's see them."

"They're hidden, like I hid the emeralds," she replied. Then smiling, she added, "I may let you see them in the morning."

"Oh, so it's a treasure hunt?" he chuckled. "But first, there's some treasure sitting across the table I want to get my paws on."

Before she could reply, Francisco arrived with their food and Champagne. "Is there anything else I may get you?" he asked as he smiled and winked at the male raccoon, to the great amusement of Jasmine.

"Thanks, but I've had a better offer," Jake chuckled. "At least, I think I do?"

"Shut up and eat!" she giggled. "You'll need your strength."

"That's a yes!" he said with a grin.

Francisco smiled and as he was walking away, her heard her ask, "By the way, I always wanted to ask you, where you got the rose that night?"

"For a notorious smuggler and jewel thief, you really aren't observant," he replied. "There was a couple dozen being delivered for someone at the lobby desk and I nicked one on our way to the elevator."

"And why did you only take one emerald and not the lot," she asked. "You left behind a small fortune?"

The ocelot quietly cleaned the table next to theirs, so they were both thieves he thought. He tried not to laugh when he heard the male raccoon answer. "Do I look like the greedy type?" he said with his paws on his chest in mock horror. "Besides, what we did was worth more than emeralds to me. I only took one to settle my debts."

Francisco looked away towards the street and rolled his eyes over that answer. As he was carrying the dirty dishes away he tried not to chuckle at her comeback.

"Aren't you the gentalmammal!" she sarcastically replied. "So tell me, how did you go from being a master burglar to a security consultant? They are quite opposite jobs."

"I never was a master burglar, I'd say I was mediocre at best," he chuckled. "I saw a limo being attacked by a gang of rhinos and saved its passenger, who turned out to be Mr. Big. He and I made a deal, so I ended up in this side of the business."

"Wait, you saved a notorious mobster from a gang of rhinos, how did you do that?" she skeptically asked.

"There was only one still standing when I got there and I had a big shovel," he replied. "Every mammal has a weak point, you just need to know where to strike and I did."

"Don't tell me that you're now in the mob?" she grumbled as she sat back and folded her arms on her chest. "Damn it Jake, I don't mess around with mobsters."

"No!" he snapped as he reached for her paw. "I told you I was legit now, no mob ties. I am however friends with Mr. Big and some of his associates, socially only."

"That's a fine line you're walking stud," Jasmine replied as she sat forward again. "Be careful!"

"You sound like my best friend's wife," he chuckled. "Judy said the same thing once, not long after she arrested me for punching her husband. She said that and also don't ever punch a cop again!"

"Wait, your best friend is a cop?" she laughed. "You are one messed up coon."

"Not only a cop, but a fox!" Jake chuckled. "He's Nick Wilde with the ZPD."

"You're friends with the Wildehopps?" she laughed. "The two that exposed the Night Howler plot and brought down two mayors? So here I sit with Jake Runnel, a former burglar who is now the bane of burglars, and his best friend is Nick Wilde, a former con-artist who is now the bane of con-artists."

The ocelot was surprised because the raccoon knew both mobsters and two of the city's most popular cops. He brought a new candle and place setting for the neighboring table and was about to ask if they would like desert, when the raccoon replied to her question.

"What can I say, I'm a complicated coon?" he answered as he pushed the last oyster over to her.

"I've had my three, that one is yours," she said.

"Good ahead, I hear they're an aphrodisiac!" he laughed as he comically wigged his eyebrows.

"Don't look so damn cute!" she giggled. Then she ran her tongue across the top of the oyster before she shucked it down. Daintily dabbing her muzzle with her napkin, she smiled at the male raccoon who was staring at her with his muzzle open. "Pay the check Stud, this tongue wants to lick something else."

Francisco knew that was his queue and swept in with the check, but as he tried to leave the male raccoon grabbed his arm and started shoving cash into his paw. "That's over twice the amount due," the ocelot protested.

"Keep the change," the raccoon chuckled. "We're in a hurry!" He stood and took her paw as she joined him. Slipping his arm around her waist, the two raccoons left the café and the ocelot heard her say as they were leaving, "I'll wait outside of the pharmacy while you…ah restock,"

When they reached the other side, they embraced and passionately kissed. Francisco glanced up and saw the male raccoon enter the pharmacy and the ocelot sighed, at least someone is going to have fun tonight. Walking inside, he cashed out the bill and smiled when he realized that the raccoon had given him quite a substantial tip. Suddenly, there was the squealing of tires and arguing. Francisco ran back out onto the patio, where several of the patrons were now standing and pointing. "They took her!" a sow yelled into her phone. "They grabbed her and threw her into a van! Yes officer, I saw the whole thing. She was with another raccoon and he's there right now."

He looked at the sow and then over at the raccoon, who was standing in the street in front of the pharmacy. The ocelot's ears went flat as he heard distance sirens. Then the raccoon cast a panic look towards him and ran.

Later as the police came over and questioned everyone who had witnessed the kitnapping. The patrol officer, a black bear by the name of Officer P. Jackson gave a sad nod when he told him he had overheard the male raccoon's name, it was Jake Runnel.

Authors Notes:

Since this story takes place before the events of the adventure called Lost Mountain in Zootopia: A Raccoon's Redemption, Jake is still under probation after serving eighteen months in jail for burglary.

In the story Zootopia: A Raccoon's Redemption, Chapter 1: A Fall from Grace, Jake saved both Koslov and Mr. Big from an assassination attempt by a Rhino street gang and in appreciation for his actions, Mr. Big found the raccoon a job as a security consultant. He now owns a small but successful security firm and lives in a suite at the four-star Regency Hotel, which Mr. Big owns through a shell corporation. Although he is friends with many in the mafia, Jake refuses to join the Family.