Chapter 18: A Town Full of Bigots

Jake gets rewarded by Marie for doing the right thing. Lemon warning - adult fluff.

She giggled at the look that he gave her after she had told him her news. "Oooohhh…a convention for accountants, how exciting!" he snickered while he clenched his paws and pumped them in the air in faux excitement. "What do you do for fun, math puzzles, and play pin the deduction on the tax forms?"

"Sugar, you've never partied until you've been to an Association of Finance and Accounting Convention," she giggled before she mimicked his look by clutching her own paws in fake excitement. "We have orgies with hookers in the hot tub, smoke nip, drink booze, and of course do math puzzles."

"Sure you do and the next day, you all sit around and try to figure out how you can write the costs off on your taxes," he laughed as he grabbed her paws with his own and pulled her closer.

"I reckon y'all should just come along!" she replied.

"It's out of town, so I don't think my probate officer would be too happy with me if I went. Besides, you're sharing a room with your friend from work."

"I wasn't suggesting we share a room," she laughed while he released her and twirled her around, before wrapping his arms around her as he pressed his body into hers from behind. The train jolted to a stop at the station and he looked up at the herd of bison riding in the car with them before he pulled her back into a corner. "Let's wait until they leave," he suggested.

She watched as the large bovines filed out of the subway car before they followed.

"You got to love that herd mentality," he whispered to her.

They looked at the village before them, it wasn't ancient like her hometown of Warrenton, but it was nice. Penbrook was Just another sheep village in the heart of the Meadowlands, nothing spectator in its architecture. Like so many other towns and villages, it was swallowed into the City of Zootopia's ever-going boundaries. The village itself was just a collection of reddish-orange brick buildings with tin roofs, but it was located at the head of the walking trail that the two raccoons were planning to take.

"Hey, you want a hot drink and something to nibble on before we hit the trail?" Jake asked. They walked through the village and found the only bar around, a small building not far from the station. The bar was full of sheep, goats, and a couple of deer. As they entered the room, heads turned and looked at them, quite a few of the patrons gave scowls of disgust.

"I don't know about this place?" she whispered while she drew herself closer to him.

"It'll be just fine," he cheerily replied as he escorted her to a booth by the window. After taking her coat and hanging it up next to his by the door, he helped her into her chair before he climbed up into his and picked up the menu. Most of what was listed were grass-based burgers or pitas. "They have sliced cucumbers and hummus," Jake said. "How does that sound?"

She nodded and looked around at the room, the two of them were obviously the center of attention. A fluffy-looking waitress shuffled by the table with an order of what looked like rye and oat salads for the neighboring table. The ewe briefly looked at them when she passed by again, but didn't say anything.

After a few more minutes, she came by again but didn't stop.

"Is she ignoring us?" Marie whispered.

"I think so," Jake replied and then called out, "Excuse me miss, may we please order?"

The ewe looked at them both before she turned and walked away into the kitchen.

"Well, that was rude!" Jake commented just a little too loud.

"You just can't get the hint boy. You're kind ain't welcome here," a scarred old ram at the bar called out. There was a chuckle and murmurs of agreement from others in the room.

"Gee, you don't like us city types?" Jake sarcastically replied.

"No, we don't like you shitting preds!" the ram baaed out. "Just get the hell out of here coon, this is our bar."

There were more laughter and murmurs of agreement again to his statement.

Marie leaned forward and put her paw on Jake's arm. "Don't, Sugar!" she warned. He was tensing up and looked like he was ready to pounce.

"Aw, just be a good trash panda and listen to the little pelt!" a younger ram obnoxiously laughed.

Marie gripped the other raccoon's arm tighter and she could feel that his anger matched hers. "You're still under probation, let's just go," she frantically whispered

Jake looked into her eyes and could see that she was scared, but then he realized it wasn't just for herself. She was scared for him, what he would do and the ramifications it might cause to his life. He reached over and put his other paw on the one that was gripping his arm with and smiled. "Okay, we'll leave," he softly agreed. "I don't feel like drinking with these inbred wool heads anyways."

He helped her off the oversized chair and escorted her to the door, before adding much louder, "Besides, this town smells like dipshit anyway."

The younger ram snorted when he stood up and looked like he was about to charge the raccoon. Jake turned and faced the ram, shifting his stance with a smirk on his muzzle that would have made Nick proud.

"Sit down Junior!" an elderly bison bellowed from the far corner. "Let him be, boy!"

Jake glanced over at the huge bovine, he was very muscular and wearing an old worn military jacket. On the table was a faded red beret and the raccoon realized the bison was a veteran. He shifted his eyes back to the confused-looking ram, who was now also looking at the larger mammal.

"Why? You heard what he just said?" the ram named Junior asked.

"Because you won't win!" the bison snorted out. "Look at his stance you idiot, he's trained in Varma kalai. You charge him and he will sweep you're hindhoofs out from under you. Near his left paw, he has placed an open bottle of hot sauce which he will splash into your eyes, blinding you. Then he could drive the bottle's end into either your temple or your throat. Either way, you'll lose boy!"

"I can take him!" the ram protested.

"No you can't, so sit down now!" the elderly veteran ordered.

Jake moved slowly back towards the door and bowed towards the bison.

"I still don't like your type coon," the veteran muttered. "I think it's past time for the two of you to leave town."

Jake grabbed Marie's paw and ran with her towards the station. While they waited for the subway, she hugged him close and gave him a kiss. "I'm proud of you Jake," she finally said.

"Why? I turned tail and ran. I let them chase us out of town." he huffed out in disgust.

"I'm proud of you, Sugar, because y'all did the right thing," she answered while she cupped his cheeks between her paws and looked him in the eyes. "You might have won the fight, but you would have jeopardized your probation. I didn't want you to lose your freedom Jake, I want you to be free and with me."

"That's the best offer I've had all day."

She could tell he was still mad when they arrived at the downtown station, but now only because their big plans had been ruined. Instead, they walked through the park and went to a small bistro not far from his hotel. Afterward, he asked her if she wanted to go to a movie but she declined, reminding him that she had to work in the morning, and so he walked her home. When they entered her apartment she realized that Karen wouldn't be home for another half hour. Grabbing Jake's paw she pulled him into the room and shoved him down onto the sofa.

"Marie, what are you doing?" he asked in confusion."I let them chase us out of town."

"Rewarding you, Suga,r for doing the right thing," she replied huskily before she knelt between his knees and unbuckled his pants. He groaned when her paws pulled his pants down and released his growing erection from the confines of his underwear and she was surprised that he was much larger than she expected.

"You don't have to…" he began, but her mouth covered and began sucking on him, so instead he groaned.

They were both surprised when he suddenly grabbed her head and buckled with a cry. Her mouth filled with his warm musky salty seed and she almost choked while she swallowed. Licking him clean, she looked up and almost giggled at the look of wonder he was giving her.

"What's the matter, Sugar?" she asked before she licked him again.

"That was…unexpected!" he panted. "I've not…well you know? I haven't been that fast in a long time."

There were the sounds of keys on the door and he quickly tucked himself back into his pants while she crawled up next to him. Karen looked at the two guilty-looking raccoons as she entered the room. "Hey you two, what a day I've had!" she grumbled before glancing at the two embarrassed-looking raccoons on the couch. Turning towards the bathroom she rolled her eyes in amusement before she added, "I'm going to take a shower."

Jake was gone by the time the skunk finished her shower and dried herself off. Marie was humming in the kitchen making while making tea. "Well, what have you two been up to?" Karen sarcastically asked.

"We just got back from a date," Marie replied in a forced nonchalant manner.

"Well, I guess you must have had a really good time?" Karen snickered after she turned and walked back into the living room. "But you might want to wipe your chin fur, you've got a little…ah…Jake on it."

The blushing raccoon quickly grabbed a paper towel and wiped her chin.