Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction based on the world of Kit n’ Kay Boodle as created by Richard KatEllis. Names preexisting in the Kit n’ Kay Boodle comic, such as Big One, are copyrighted to him, as are characters, such as Kit and Kay Boodle, which also appear in the comic before the release of this fiction. However, characters introduced by this fiction are likewise owned by the fiction’s author, who, in this particular instance, seems to be me. Respect others, and I know you will go far in life. Richard KatEllis, solely and alone, is allowed to distribute this fiction without permission, and I will not distribute it without his expressed permission. By reading these words, you are now under strict visual contract to have a good time and enjoy yourself.

Have a nice day. (I mean, you did read the words.)

Big One is an awfully nice place to eat. In fact, one might even dare to say that it is the only one of its kind, of its kind. See, in this particular restaurant, located in Yiffburg, the staff is allowed "yiff breaks" and they tend to fool around between orders. The "Green Thumb" method of payment is delightfully futuristic, and, here, couples can enjoy a somewhat different type of dessert with their meal (not solely referring to the Boink Berry shakes, which, by the way, are a need-to-try if you have never been). Consequently, as anyone who has tried one will have to admit, the burgers are simply divine.

Now, aside from preparing and purveying an exceedingly tasty selection of foods, Big One also kindly provides a most delightful place to meet, chat or… whatever else you like to do a booth. Therefore, it should really come at no surprise that, in time, some very interesting stories have been told over its tables (with, perhaps, a trickle of gossip from time to time underneath). And just as one will find in any quant town restaurant where things have too long been quit and usual, sometimes someone will notice something that is so utterly insignificant, so inconsequential, and SO interesting, that many tables buzz unwittingly to the same tune. Now, if one happens to be in the right booth at the right time, well… Well, then one cannot help becoming edified to the goings on. And such was the case for Kit ‘n’ Kay Boodle one sunny fall day.

"I’m famished, Kay!" Kit sort of danced as he scooted to the center of a booth. At once, he had settled himself and laid his arms on the table (still sort of shimming). "I’m pretty sure I could eat a hundred burgers right now." He grinned widely and perked his ears. "And fifty shakes."

Kay, who had already sat down, was watching Kit with wonderful amusement. "Well…" Kay giggled with her arms crossed and brow raised. "Don’t let me stop you. I think I’d like to see that."

"Then it’s decided!"

Kit leaned in and kissed his wife on the forehead, and sat back down with a sort of dreamy look on his face. Kay smiled back, laughing to herself at his ridiculous excitement over food. Of course, by this time they were both rapidly approaching critical levels of yiffiness, but they would have to wait a few minutes. The waitress had arrived, and it was time to order.

"What’ll it be, Boodles?" chirped a kitty waitress, breasts as perky as her voice.

"One burger and a medium Boinkberry Shake, please" sung Kay in a sort of a cheerful declaration.

"Absolutely!" The waitress zipped a quick note on her pad. "And you, Kit?"

"One hundred burgers and fifty shakes, stat!"

The waitress laughed. "Why don’t we start out with two burgers and one shake, and see where we go from there?"

"If you say so…" said Kit, grinningly feigning disappointed. "But keep that grill hot."

"Sure thang, sweet thang," winked the kitty waitress as she scratched the note "My grill’s always hot, anyway." Then she strolled away as if on rollerblades, making a point to honk the tush of a finely hung coworker obviously aching for a yiff break.

"Well…" said Kay with half-open eyes. "That’ll take about five minutes, won’t it?"

"Seven, if the burgers are fresh, which of course, they will BEeeuuh…" But that came out more like the sigh of a cold seal sitting into some pleasantly warm water than a word. Kay had already slipped under the table and started in on Kit’s fox stalk (she really was fast on the uptake). Kit euphorically sat back with a smile on his ears and a tongue on his chin when, not intending to—he could not help it—he discerned the words coming from the booth behind him.

"Really, I’m not making this up," said someone.

"But what would a guy like that be doing in Yiffburg?" said another.

"I don’t know," responded the first. "Maybe he’s on vacation or something."

"But clothes? That’s kind of strange isn’t it? Doesn’t he know where he is?"

"Well, she told me he didn’t seem too shocked at all at the yiffing, or even take much note of it, as a matter of fact. I guess he must have expected it."

"Huh..." huh-ed the second voice. "Not just any clothes, you say?"

"Nope." said the first intently. "Tabitha said he was wearing in a brown suit, complete with hat and cane. She hasn’t seen so little fur on a male in a very long time. She only saw him from far off, but she said he looked like some species of dog."

"Hmmm..." Hmm-ed the second voice. "So, why didn’t she go talk to him?"

"Well, she said he was walking pretty fast. Besides, would you go and talk to a strange dog in a suit?"

"Hmmmm…"

Here, Kit simply could not keep himself from jumping in. Something had caught his interest. He turned half around and interjected.

"A suit, huh?"

"Yeah, Kit," answered Victoria, "a suit. And a hat and cane. I haven’t seen that kind of thing for a while."

"Really…" mused Kit. "Okay. I’m sorry for butting in."

"Oh, Not at all!" smiled Victoria, a beautiful heavy-set raccoon and one of two girls at the table.

"By the way, Vic," added Kit, "how’s y- y-your sissSSSSSssTTTeeEEEEEEeerrr!" Kit twisted back around and let his climax fly. He really should have known better than to try carrying on a conversation while Kay was working her magic. It was fast magic, too, since she knew the food would be arriving soon.

"Assuming you meant to ask about my sister," chuckled Victoria, "she’s gone out of town for a while. Her brother-in-law just flew in last night to take her back up north. See, one of her old college professors just died. Apparently, they were very close, and she was asked to attend the funeral."

"That’s horrible…" said Kay sadly from under the table. "A funeral is never a fun reason to leave town. Does this mean Rodger is all by himself in that house?"

"Well, yeah." answered Victoria, "He’s not too happy about being alone, I’m sure. But, as you know, he was just handed a lot of work—his programming skills have reached the attention of some pretty important businesses. I don’t think he could leave now if he wanted to. In fact, some peace and quiet around the house is probably just what he needs right now. He’ll most likely just stay at his computer while she’s gone. I mean, it’s only for a few days, anyway."

"Well, at least it’s good to hear all Rod’s work is finally paying off. –Oh!"

The food had just arrived.

"Here ya go, Boodles!" announced the kitty waitress as she returned, her silver body simply glistening with cheer. Kay popped her head out from under the table just as the trays were put down. "Oh!" said the waitress, getting a good look Kay. "Here’s a napkin for you, Kay."

"Hehe. HeHeHerjThanks." She wiping her mouth and smiled up at the waitress, "Don’t know if I can finish that medium shake now."

The kitty waitress laughed and nodded happily, and then beamishly strode away; again, almost as if there were wheels on her feet.

Kay started to stand so she could look over Kit’s booth.

"We’ll talk to you late Vi—"

But Victoria and her girlfriend (a handsome-faced white ferret) were already tongue-deep in an after-meal yiffing. There was no sense in asking them to talk with their mouths full, after all, so Kay sat down. She chuckling to herself and turned her attention to Kit as she picked up her burger. "So what were you guys talking about while I was busy?"

"’E ‘er tahkink abaht—"

Kay rolled her eyes. "You can swallow first," she added, smirking.

Kit gulped down his mouthful of burger with a sip of his shake. "—Well, they were just discussing someone Tabitha may have seen in Yiffburg recently.

"Really?" Kay asked, interested. "Who’s that?"

"Don’t know, really... but he doesn’t seem to like being naked."

"You mean he wears clothes?"

"Apparently a brown suit…" Kit spoke slowly, and his eyes kind of dazed when he said this, like he was deep in thought.

"What’s the matter?" asked Kay. She could tell something troubled him.

"Well… It’s silly, really. It’s just that… I’ve never met a tourist in Yiffburg who wore clothes all over the place. Folks usually come to get away from all that, don’t they? I mean, it’s all hearsay—he might not even be around."

Kay swallowed and laid down her burger with her eyes closed. "You’re afraid he’s not a tourist at all, aren’t you? You’re worried he might be a higher-up from out of town up to no good."

"Well, maybe… I don’t know." admitted Kit. "Folks who stick out usually stick out for a reason, and folks wearing suits are usually up to business."

Kay looked at him with those calm eyes of hers. "Maybe so, Kit, but I don’t see anything to be worried about. He’s fully entitled to wear clothes if he wants to. Rumors just make things worse, you know? Now, let’s enjoy our meal.

Hearing Kay’s sweet confidence, Kit felt a twinge of shame. Why, he had never even seen this stranger. He looked at Kay and smiled a shy, loving smile.

"You’re right as always, my beautiful vixen." And he kissed her before starting into his second Burger.