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This vignette was written for Kemper as their Patreon reward for May 2019. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place. :3

A Warm Welcome

As Kemper strolled down the street, he couldn't help but feel a little conspicuous. The warm sunlight might have been beating down upon the bare fur of his chest, but all that did was serve to make the loose shorts wrapped around his upper legs feel all the more heavy and restrictive. To his left, a pair of guys walked past. They were laughing, chatting, everything about their interaction totally normal and casual... except for the fact that they were naked, and that one of the pair was rock hard. Barely thirty seconds later Kemper felt his already red face burn hotter still as he turned a corner and almost walked into a middle aged vixen leaning against the exterior wall of a coffee shop, clutching her take-out cup in one trembling hand while the other tweaked a stiffened nipple. Between her legs a college aged stallion knelt, slurping loudly at her pussy while underneath his apron his otherwise bare, exposed cock flexed and drooled, forming a dark spot on the rich green fabric.

The sabretoothed cat's head was spinning as he slipped into the coffee shop, glancing over his shoulder as he heard the older woman let loose a shrill scream but not daring to linger, not wishing to seem like he was that stunned by what he had just witnessed. Of course, he'd known about this town before coming here on vacation. Truth be told that was why he'd come here in the first place, though as much for the reputation it had for being filled with friendly, chilled out people as it was for their liberal attitudes towards public nudity and even outright sex. But, now that he was here, even if he'd only been in town for a couple of hours, it was an entirely different matter from simply having read about and imagined it.

"Morning! What can I get you?"

Kemper's face reddened as he realised that without even thinking it, he'd made his way up to the counter. He tried so hard to focus on the face of the chocolate labrador serving him, not to glance down to see what there was, or wasn't going on around his midriff. But in doing so he felt even more self conscious, as though surely the dog would notice what he was doing. Clearing his throat nervously, Kemper opened his muzzle to say what he wanted, before realising that of course he had absolutely no idea what he wanted. Hurriedly he glanced up at the board with their list of drinks on it, and as soon as he saw something that his brain was able to process, he picked that.

"Uh, a... a mocha frappuccino please."

The barista nodded warmly, either not having noticed his awkwardness or choosing to ignore it.

"Great. Can I get a name?"

Kemper cleared his throat, swallowing thickly just a moment later as he swore that for a few seconds he entirely forgot his own name.

"It's Kemper. K-E-M-P-E-R."

He spelled it out, having had more than enough variations in the past to know not to leave it to the staff to try and figure out based on audio clues alone. Again the barista nodded warmly, scrawled his name down next to his order, and passed it off to a petite, almost fully shorn sheep with the softest and most delicate pink buttocks. Kemper paid hurriedly, once again trying not to stare even as he watched the labrador turn around, whisper something to the sheep and squeeze one of her plump buttocks as he did so, drawing a squeal of mirth from her. Even as he tried to stop thinking about that though, and instead to wonder where everyone else kept their cash or credit cards if they didn't wear clothes, the labrador was addressing him once again.

"If you'd like to take a seat, we'll bring your drink over to you."

Grateful of the opportunity to sit down not only because it meant he could leave the immediate vicinity of the counter but also because he was finding it harder and harder to conceal the tent now helplessly starting to sprout within his shorts, Kemper nodded and hurried away. He sat down, and was about to reach for his phone when he remembered that he'd left it in his Air-BnB, wanting to enjoy the sights and sounds of the town without that crutch to draw him in and frustrate him with whatever he would no doubt see on social media. He started to look around, but of course just an instant later regretted it as his eyes were drawn to the coffee shop's other occupants, a dozen or so other individuals or small groups seated at various tables drinking, laughing, and all being entirely and mind-blowingly casual about the fact that old or young, thin or not so thin, beautiful or less appealing to Kemper's own personal preferences, they were all stark naked.

"Hi."

Kemper almost jumped out of his skin when a voice spoke up from almost directly behind him, and he turned to see a woman sitting at the table resting along the same stretch of wall as his own, having barely noticed her as he made a beeline for the quiet corner table that had seemed like the best option not to drawn attention to himself. Now though he couldn't help but notice her. Her smiling face, her sparkling eyes, the vivid contrast of the black and white fur upon the skunk's face. He cleared his throat once again, but somehow still managed to croak breathlessly.

"H-hi..."

If he had felt nervous before then though, his whole face felt like it was about to spontaneously combust when the skunk asked him a question without so much as blinking.

"New in town? Here for a holiday?"

He swallowed and nodded, once again focusing very much on her face and her face alone. This time though, unlike the barista, the skunk most definitely noticed.

"You don't have to be so nervous about it, you know. You can look at my tits."

Kemper whined audibly.

"I... I'm not, I mean, I wasn't trying t-to... to not, it's just..."

The skunk raised a hand, placed a finger to his muzzle, and shook her head.

"Hey, no excuses. They aren't necessary here. Kemper... that's your name, right? Sorry, I wasn't meaning to eavesdrop, it's just.. well, no, I was totally meaning to eavesdrop. Kemper, you're so worried about doing something wrong. About overstepping and getting caught up in some secret, unspoken rule. But, that's the point of our town. Beyond the basics, beyond informed, clear consent and an understanding that everyone is welcome but no-one is entitled, there really is no secret. Do you believe me when I say that, Kemper?"

The woman giggled as Kemper's eyes travelled down to her large, gorgeous breasts, then back up again with a dazed nod.

"Good. So, you'll know I mean it when I ask you if you'd like to take off those shorts before you tear a hole in them... and whether you'd let me welcome you to the town, in my own special way."

Kemper gurgled as several dozen error messages flashed through his mind and he wondered if he would need to faint or something similar in order to reboot himself. Before he managed to summon up the willpower to actually speak though, the skunk was already standing up. Already moving over to stand directly beside his seat, not pushy but undeniably expectant even before he looked up the length of her body from her neatly trimmed crotch, past her bountiful chest and up to her twinkling eyes once again, and nodded. A moment later she was leaning forward and unbuttoning his shorts herself while Kemper turned his chair to face her. Teasing them down his legs as he rather helplessly just lifting his buttocks off the seat, and then she was straddling him, sitting backwards upon the chair and caressing his face as she rested on his lap, then leaning forward to kiss him as she lifted herself off his legs again, only so she could touch his sides and coax him to draw his lap forward, and present her with an easier target.

"You have a beautiful cock, Kemper."

She didn't whisper. She made no effort to in any way conceal what was happening as she looked down at his crotch and saw the shaft throbbing there now, bare, exposed, and with its canid knot marking its uniqueness upon Kemper's otherwise much more feline body.

"You... you're... you're so..."

Kemper tried to say something in return, to find any words to describe how out of his mind with joy this woman was making him right now. But, there were no words, and of course she seemed to know that. She smiled, giggled, and kissed him again before breaking their lip-lock, and moaning to him as she rocked her hips forward and began to settle herself down, impaling her pussy upon his throbbing erection.

"You're sweet. Thank you."

Then, simultaneously like it was the most normal and casual thing in the world and yet without sacrificing any of the meaning, any of the intimate importance of what that act meant, they were having sex. They were fucking, moaning and holding one another and whimpering loudly, desperately in pleasure right there in the middle of the coffee shop. And yet, to Kemper's wonder, no-one really reacted. Sure, people looked, but they did so in the same way someone would look over to hear someone laughing at a particularly funny joke. Sure a couple of guys started to get hard, and he swore he saw an older wolf reach into a bag beside her and pull forth a vibrating egg as she made eye contact with Kemper and winked. But, no-one stopped drinking their coffee. No-one gasped and pointed. No-one even cheered him on, because while it so clearly wasn't taboo for sex to happen in this place, it was so not taboo that it wasn't even remarkable.

Except for himself and the skunk, of course. For them, it was remarkable. For Kemper every time she rose up and almost pulled off his length only to sink back down so hurriedly that the chair beneath them creaked was utterly remarkable, and for the woman whose name he hadn't even thought to ask yet it must have been too, her moans proving their sincerity by the sheer gathering wetness of her pussy around his cock.

"Oh, Kemper!"

She cried out as for the first time since they'd begun, Kemper did more than just gently cuddle her body against his. He leaned in and kissed the tops of her breasts, and then reached around, reached down the length of her body, and squeezed her ass firmly.

"Please... w-what's your name?"

He gasped in response, the skunk giggling and moaning as she bounced a little harder, a little faster in return.

"Do you really wanna know? Do you need to? Coz, if you don't care... that's okay. This doesn't have to be anything more than we both need it to be."

The sabretooth's face flushed, but he nodded eagerly nonetheless.

"I really, r-really wanna know. Please. I... I want to... to say it, when I feel... when you make me... a-ahh..."

The skunk licked her lips, then his lips, and beamed as she murmured her name to him before fixing him with another deep, lingering kiss.

"Alleya."

As soon as he had both the space and the breath to do so, Kemper wasted no time in moaning her name. Not because he could now, not because he wanted to, but because he sincerely didn't feel he could help himself.

"Ahh... Alleya. God, you're amazing. You feel so good. You..."

Whatever he might have been about to say next though, Kemper forgot it immediately as motion crossed his peripheral vision, and a momentary panic caused him to freeze on the spot when he watched the sheep from back at the counter walk past where he and Alleya were fucking and set down his frappuccino on the table.

"One mocha frapp. Enjoy!"

She smiled warmly at the sabretoothed cat, then turned and walked away again as though he'd done nothing more than glanced up from reading a newspaper. He watched her walk away, her hips swaying slightly and that beautiful bare ass of hers jiggling with every step. Within Alleya his cock twitched urgently, and the skunk moaned, then smirked and chuckled ust a moment later.

"You should ask her to fuck later. You think her ass looks good now? Think how good it'll look when your cock is buried inside it."

Kemper looked back at the skunk, wide eyed, guilty. She kissed him hard, and shook her head as her eyes met hungrily with his.

"Hey now. None of that. Not here. You fuck me now. You give me everything you've got right now. But, later? Your time, your body, your heart is your own. You wanna fuck her, ask. I'm sure she'll say yes. You wanna fuck me again after that, or before, or whenever... mmh... keep it up, and I'm damn well not gonna turn down that offer. But, whatever you do... do it without reservation. Without second guessing yourself. Do it because you know it'll make you happy, and because you truly believe it'll make whoever you're with happy too."

The feline male blushed, and nodded. But, still something held him back. Still he felt himself being restrained as Alleya bounced ever more urgently and eagerly on his cock while he rubbed and squeezed her beautiful ass, and it was only some thirty seconds later that he finally found the words to express it.

"If I want something... else, something more... I should ask, right?"

Alleya giggled at him like he'd just asked a quantum mechanics professor about basic addition.

"How else will you know the answer if you don't?"

Her response was simple and unarguable. Kemper chuckled. Blushed deeper, and nodded yet again in understanding.

"Alleya?"

Kemper murmured.

"Yes, Kemper? Tell me. Ask me, please."

She moaned encouragingly back. The sabretoothed cat licked his lips, took a breath, and did just that.

"Could you... w-would it be okay if you stood up, and bent over the table, so... so I could fuck you harder?"

Her eyes sparkled anew, and Kemper felt a full body shudder run through the skunk as her huge lush tail swished around behind her, and around his cock her pussy clutched a lot tighter, and let loose a gush of hot fluids while she moaned, while she practically snarled her giddy response.

"Ohh god. Ohh fucking god, Kemper... of course you can."

A split-second later their bodies were in motion. Shifting, squirming, trying to rearrange themselves while not separating for even a single moment. Before Kemper knew it they were standing. Then Alleya was leaning forward, and as he gripped her hips hard and pressed his cock into her of his own accord, pulling it out only to drive it back in with the same relentless urgency, his face burned scarlet as she shrieked loudly in joy, and pummelled the table with one of her fists so hard that the still full cup of his frappuccino bounced slightly just beside where she was sprawled out.

"Yes!"

The skunk wailed as Kemper glanced around, and saw that while some of the shop were still just chatting and drinking and going about their business, now at least half a dozen pairs of eyes were fixated upon him and Alleya. Half a dozen pairs of eyes attached to bodies, and those bodies attached to hands that were exploring, rubbing, squeezing between trembling thighs, either their own or the person with whom they were sharing their own tables.

" Yes!"

She screamed louder as Kemper's knot plunged into her, slurped and popped its way back out loudly, then drove inward again, only to fail to release as Kemper tried to draw back, provoking an even more mindless, blissful shriek from the skunk as it began to swell bigger, thicker within her. Kemper heard another moan, and glanced around again only to blush, to beam uncontrollably as his eyes met with that of the sheep barista, sitting her shorn rump down on the edge of another table and vigorously fingering herself as she watched the sabretooth's hips rock and grind against the woman with whom he was now knotted. He smiled at her. She smiled back, and even as Kemper turned away and returned his focus to the woman who was most definitely about to make him cum, he heard the sheep's voice call out unabashedly not just for him and Alleya but for the whole coffee shop to hear.

"My shift's over in an hour, if you're not busy. And... if you are? Well... I can still pour coffee with a tongue in my pussy."

Between hearing that, hearing Alleya's cries as he kept on humping her as best he could with his knot locking them together, and just the general awareness of where he was and what he was doing there, Kemper couldn't hold back any longer. He growled. He squeezed Alleya's ass urgently, desperately; wordlessly pleading with her to know what was about to happen. The skunk's hands hammered the table once again, only for her fingers to open out and wrap around its edge, clinging to the woodwork in a wild frenzy. Her tail buried Kemper's face in its luxurious fluff, and he instinctively nibbled upon its flesh. Alleya screamed louder, more savagely and gloriously than any of the incredible sounds that she had uttered thus far, and then Kemper was flooding her pussy with his cum while she began to convulse, squeeze and milk him in return. A hot spray of her ejaculate gushed out against Kemper's balls as they smacked roughly, wetly against her pubic mound, and as they came together long and hard in the midst of that all too public coffee shop, the sabretoothed cat wailed in lustful triumph as he realised that in that moment he wasn't scared any more. He wasn't embarrassed. But, more importantly, he wasn't even excited by the simple exhibitionistic nature of the act.

He was excited, he was overjoyed because he and his lover were enjoying it so, so much, and because now he finally felt as though he understood what it meant for him to be here.

He felt at peace as he emptied the last of his load inside of her.

He felt so very happy, so very glad to have been able to share this here, now, without having to wait or to worry about when it might happen or how it could be better or who might judge them for it.

And of course, though he was just a visitor to this town, he already felt so very, very welcome here.

By Jeeves

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