It's been a long, long evening…

Fridays were usually busy days for the pizzeria, but fucking hell, this was no ordinary Friday. The otter knew it would suck the moment he arrived at work. Right after he clocked in, the manager informed him that the two other drivers called out sick, meaning the responsibility of delivering every single order during the dinner rush would lie solely upon his shoulders. Regrettably, this news was only the first of several unfortunate things to befall him.

First, there was the gang of drunk college students that pelted him with water balloons for delivering to a rival fraternity house. An hour later, he accidentally ran over a nail in the middle of the road, forcing him to change the flat tire by himself with barely any prior experience. This later led to four irate customers refusing to pay for their now-cold pizzas. As if those incidents weren't burdensome enough, there was also a customer that mistook him for a girl because of his height and another who forgot he ordered a pizza and threatened him with a shotgun for trespassing. If anything, this double shift was more akin to a trial by fire than a minimum wage job.

After almost eleven hours of torture, the otter was now on his final round of deliveries before clocking out. The first two orders gave him no problems whatsoever. The third one, however, was some pseudo-intellectual stoner type that tried to logic his way out of paying for his order. The customer's reasonings were so idiotic, the otter genuinely feared that he had lost brain cells as he debated him. After ten minutes of having every single one of his arguments struck down by the delivery man, the pothead finally admitted he just didn't have money to pay for his food.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to clock out, hang up his uniform, and crawl into bed after everything, there was still one order left in the cue: a regular-sized pie with mushrooms and extra cheese. After this, the downtrodden driver could finally call it a night.

Following the car's GPS, the crestfallen mustelid reached his last stop for the evening, pulling up to the address and putting the car in park. He reached into his insulated pizza bag, took out the solitary cardboard box, and stepped out of the car. All he had to do was to get the pizza in this person's hands and this nightmare would be over.

"Please let this be a normal customer," he prayed as he approached the door.

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Any minute now…

It had been almost an hour and a half since Perci called the pizza place for her dinner and with each passing minute she had become more and more impatient. Of course, she did her best to entertain herself: watching cartoons, studying, masturbating, texting her boyfriend, sending her boyfriend nude selfies, masturbating again, taking a bath, drying off, playing games on her phone, staring at the clock…

Everything she did, she could only concentrate on for five minutes at most before her grumbling stomach robbed her of her focus. The yearning for cheesy, carb-filled, mushroom-covered goodness was just too much of a distraction to bear.

Having run out of activities to keep her occupied, the restless poodle was now attempting to meditate. While she wore a façade of calm serenity as she sat with her legs crossed on the bed, internally she was pulling her hair out. All she could think about was a knock on the door, or a ring of her doorbell, or a text from the delivery person saying they arrived. Anything that would let her know the instant she had her pizza.

*DING DONG*

"YES! PIZZA! Woah!"

Without even giving herself time to untangle her legs, she used her arms to climb off the bed and towards the living room, only to unceremoniously tumble off the edge of the bed and onto the ground below with a thud.

"Ow," she said flatly with her now-uncrossed legs dangling in the air, "Well, that hurt."

Regardless, now was not the time to linger on past mistakes, not when it's pizza time! Undeterred by her fumble, the canine continued to roll her body towards the door until she was right-side-up. The moment she felt her two feet touch the ground, she balanced herself out and leapt back into a standing position before running to answer the door.

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After ringing the doorbell, the otter immediately heard screaming from inside, shortly followed by a loud thump.

"Of course," he sighed, "It's another weirdo."

Pessimistic thoughts running through his head, he looked back to the delivery car and considered running back to its shelter before another loony threatened him with a gun. Despite the thought, the delivery driver wasn't given the chance, as he heard the sound of the door swinging open behind him.

"Hey, extra cheese and mushroom, right?" asked the lady of the house.

"Yep, extra cheese and mushroooooooh my!" he answered as he turned back to the customer, only for his jaw to drop at the sight of her.

The woman, whom he presumed to be the customer, had a coat of night-black fur from her head to her toes, which happened to be the only thing covering her body when she answered the door. Reeling from shock, the mustelid could only stare in disbelief. Immediately, his eyes lingered on to the stiff, bright pink nipples that poked out from underneath the fur along her modestly sized breasts. Curiosity getting the better of him, the otter brought his gaze lower. Alas, she was just as bare below the metaphorical belt, with a small, peach slit resting between her curvaceous legs.

The overwhelmed otter had dealt with underdressed clients before, but they were usually ugly, old, men that were either hoping for a pretty delivery woman to sexually harass or just too senile to know their dick was hanging out. In those cases, he learned the best trick was to simply treat it like a normal order, all the while making sure not to look down until the customer was back inside. Of course, this wasn’t the case at all. If anything, she had the body of a model and fur to match. The sight of her was such an attraction, he didn’t even notice the moment he released his grasp on her pizza.

“Hey!” She barked as the box hit the ground.

The mustelid, still oblivious to his box of food on the ground, immediately covered his eyes and looked away, “Oh! Oh no! I’m so sorry miss! I shouldn’t have been staring!”

"Wh- ...staring?" the poodle retorted, “I’m talking about…”

Before she could finish her complaint, a soft breeze made her particularly hyper-aware of her surroundings. She immediately darted her eyes downward and saw what had the delivery man so red in the face.

"Oh right," she deadpanned, "I'm naked."

"I can wait if you wanna step inside and… do something about that," he assured, blindly motioning to her general position.

“Well, it does explain why you dropped my pie.”

"I did?" the otter asked, peeking down from behind his hands, "Oh shit, I did!"

Eager to fix his mistake, he scooped up the box with both hands.

"I'm terribly sorry about that," he apologized, eyes closed and head turned to the side to avoid ogling her yet again, "it's been a hectic shift and this is my last order."

"I can imagine," the poodle quipped, "So how much was the pie again?"

Huh? His ears perking up at her answer, "You, uh, don't want to, you know, go and cover up?"

"Don't care, dude. Look as much as you want. I just want my pizza," she shrugged it off.

He gulped. Well, he reasoned, the customer is always right.

“If you insist,” he conceded, turning his head forward and cracking a single eye open.

Once again, he was met with the familiar sight of her obsidian fur and uncovered extremities.

But why? he pondered.

She knew she was nude, and not only could he see her nudity, but anyone else that happened to be right outside her front door would be able to see her nudity as well. Heck, she was even putting herself at risk for a public indecency charge. Yet, with one hand resting on the door and one at her side, she made no attempt to cover her bare, feminine form. It didn’t make sense. In her shoes (or lack thereof), any woman would’ve been embarrassed into submission. Looking for answers, the otter tilted his head upward to meet her eye-to-eye.

It was then that he finally caught a glimpse of her face, or more notably, the expression it wore. Her dazzling, amethyst eyes were staring back at him with a lackadaisical, half-lidded gaze while her lips curved upwards into a knowing and playful grin. Suddenly, it clicked. It’s not just that she had no reservations about her body; she enjoyed being seen like this!

“So, how much do I owe ya?”

“Whuh? Or, right!,” he faltered, quickly studying the receipt taped to the top of the box, "It'll be, uh, eighteen bucks."

“Cool,” she responded, reflexively sliding her hands down her hips, only to look down and remind herself of her undressed state, "Right, no pockets… I’ll be right back!"

And she was off! But not before she lifted her tail as she turned away, giving the otter a perfect view of her curvy backside, if only for a moment.

With the canine absent, he couldn’t help but look around for a hidden camera, or at least a random passerby to confirm he wasn’t the only one seeing this free spirit showing off her goodies like a magazine centerfold. Alas, there was no one there to aid him with his quandary.

“Okay, I’m back,” the dog returned, still unclothed, now wielding a twenty-dollar bill in front of her, “Here, keep the change.”

"Thank you."

"No problem!"

Despite everything, the transaction went smoothly, with the otter taking her money as he handed her the pizza.

"Have a good night, dude!" she fared.

"You too," he acknowledged in turn.

Although the poodle was about to retreat back into her adobe, she paused for one last bon mot.

“By the way, you might want to take care of that when you get home,” she added, motioning towards the ground before closing the door.

“Take care of what?” he wondered to himself.

It wasn’t until he inevitably looked downward and saw the tent formed in his pants.

“Oh geez,” he weakly muttered, his hands covering up his face.

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Mmmmmph! So good!

Meanwhile, inside of her house, a still naked Perci was lounging on her bed with the open pizza box next to her. Once the first bite of her dinner touched her tongue, she was fighting back tears of joy. It wasn’t long before the hungry nudist had finished her first slice and began stuffing her face with another. Another two slices later, her hunger was properly sated and her mind began to wander.

You know, that pizza dude was actually a nice guy, she pondered as she bit into the Italian deliciousness, he didn't try any funny business after he got a good look at me. I should've given him a bigger tip.

Suddenly, a small smirk came across her crumb-covered mouth.

Or maybe I should've invited him inside, she mused as she continued to stuff her face with one hand, while her other hand began to slide down her body toward the dainty, little spot between her thighs.

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As he buckled himself in and started the car, a small chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. Only seconds later did the chuckle evolve into uncontrollable giggling, which then turned into hearty, full-bellied laughter.

As if a switch in his brain had been flicked, all the surprise and humor of the past two minutes had ultimately hit him at all once. The dams had burst and all he could do was lean back and laugh with his head pressed against his backrest. It was only when his diaphragm began to hurt from a solid minute of brouhaha that his wails of amusement began to wane.

"Oh, man," he howled, finally catching his breath, "that was priceless!"

Bringing his head down and resting it on the steering wheel, he continued to snicker at the thought of what just happened as he waited for his lungs to recuperate. Eventually, however, he realized that he still had to drive back to the pizzeria before going home. So, with a heavy sigh, the otter lifted his head and shoved his keys into the ignition.

No one at work is gonna believe this, he thought as he drove off into the evening.