Your belly begins to rumble, and you had enough money to buy yourself a decent meal. Despite the gas some of the patrons of the bar where producing as they gorged themselves loudly and rather messily. You meekly walk up to the large stag. You immediately wince, his manly musk is seriously intense, dizzying almost, little do you know it's his mating season and his pheremonal musk is on full blast. He's cleaning a mug, and stares down at you as you clear your throat.
"Can I get a menu please?" You politely request. The stag smirks and leans on the table, you get the feeling he's undressing you with his deep brown eyes. "You're a human..." He says, dodging the question. "A hungry one too." You say, not missing a beat as you try to steer the conversation back to your dinner. He just chuckles darkly. "I bet you are..." The lardass lion a few feet away stopped his guzzling to chip in. "Does he not know the rule with humans?!" The deer hushes him with a wave. "You be quiet! He's not from around here...let's get you fed..."
He comes from behind the counter, and you manage to hide your shock as you notice his titanic bulge. He helps you through another door, rather forcefully, again, you find it easy to believe he's feeling you up as he does. "We haven't had a human in a while...you'll be a real treat." You ask what he's doing, he strokes your face to try and relax you, his voice taking on a patronizing quality. "Shush little man. We have a rule here, furries decide what they eat, and what humans eat! Another customer will be feeding you!" He takes you to another seating area, and decides your meal will be supplied by...
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