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- Ladies' Night [Various; Crossover, Meta, Secret Green, Comfy]: A casual gathering of all the lovely ladies from my pastes in one very self-indulgent bit of wankery. If you can identify them all (excluding the one who has yet to have her own story), then thank you immensely for reading my material!
- >She’s still following you
- >A young woman has been stalking you for the last several blocks
- >She’s actually pretty stunning, but such a beauty has to have some kind of ulterior motive for tailing YOU of all people
- >Maybe she’s trying to proposition you?
- >Well, that’s being hopeful
- >She’s more likely to be scoping you out for a mugger
- >You’re so absorbed in your runaway thoughts you don’t even realize you’re heading into an alley
- >A dead end
- >When you turn around she’s right on you, grinning wickedly
- >With every step she takes, it looks like a part of her drips off her body
- >Her smile melts, literally
- >As does the rest of her body
- >What was once a beautiful woman is now...
- >Well, a dog woman
- >A beautiful dog woman
- >A two-legged, black-furred canine with all the accessories you’d expect from a devil: horns, fangs, wings, a spaded tail...
- >All nearly bursting out of the skimpiest outfit you can hardly see through her fur
- >A beautiful, succubus dog woman
- >A hellhound
- >”You’re looking a little lonely, big guy,” she coos, running a thick claw under your chin
- >She’s going to take your soul, isn’t she?
- >The hellhound actually just giggles at your fear
- >”Oh no, I don’t do that anymore. I don’t take souls, I take commissions. My NEW employer does things a little differently.”
- >She pulls a business card out of her ballooning cleavage
- >[Medafet’s Matchmaking]
- >There’s an address on the card, and it’s someplace not far off
- >”Just give me a call when you find some happiness. I’d REALLY like to hear your feedback. Toodles!”
- >And the hellhound is gone in a puff of smoke
- >...What just happened?
- >You head to the address on the card come nighttime
- >It’s a trap if you’ve ever seen one
- >There’s no office or business building you’d expect from some kind of formal “service” being offered
- >It’s just a dive bar
- >One without signage or even windows
- >Of course such an observation is superficial compared to the bouncer at the door
- >It’s another anthropomorphic animal woman
- >This one’s a wild, punkish looking hyena
- >Or at least she LOOKS like a hyena, except maybe a little more…monstrous
- >Leaning on the butt of a really big fucking gun
- >Not a bad bouncer to have for your bar
- >”Go on in, love!” she laughs as you approach. “It’s Ladies’ Night, and I’m sure you’ll find someone to hold you tight if you ask REEEAL polite like!”
- >She continues cackling at her own joke as she steps aside for you to enter
- >Welp, here goes nothing...
- >When you head inside, you’re awestruck
- >Not by the bar itself, though; it’s pretty unremarkable
- >All the patrons are animal people, and all female from what you can tell
- >There’s a number of different species, though quite a lot of canines
- >Closest to you is what you’d call the “wolfess table”
- >Two gray ones, a russet one, and one darker than all the others
- >The darkest wolfess, dressed like some kind of heavy metal fan, is in the middle of a story
- >”So I climbed his back, tied the ears on two of his heads to each other, and put the third in a headlock! Slammed the oaf into the ground and made a nice little outline of his body in the ground!”
- >”W0w, that s0unds like a g00d Father’s Day, V0lfa,” the russet wolfess says in a somewhat robotic tone
- >She has a vicious looking chrome arm with literal blades for fingers
- >Doesn’t make it easy for her to pick up her glass, which makes a screeching noise with every attempt
- >The one named Volfa throws back a few shots, and her mouth starts smoking
- >”Hey, you ever arm wrestle with that thing?”
- >”Just 0nce. I w0n.”
- >The dark wolfess drops her elbow onto the table
- >”Alright, you and me! Hell, I’ll even take HER on at the same time!”
- >One of the two gray wolves—heavily scarred and heavily armored—scoffs
- >”Hmph. Arrogant pup. Fine, I will take your challenge and show you some humility.”
- >”That’a girl!”
- >Volfa has a wolfess in each paw and nods to the fourth one
- >The other gray is half inside what looks like a mascot costume, like she just got off the clock from her job
- >”Thanks, but I’ll watch,” she says. “I don’t think there’s much room left, unless you want me to arm wrestle your toes beneath the table. Then I’d be the real ‘underdog’!”
- >She elbows the scarred wolfess, who doesn’t look amused
- >”Get it? ‘Under-dog’! Not to be confused with ‘Updog’.”
- >”Wh0’s Upd0g?”
- >”Dammit, R0uga, you ruined the joke...”
- >The wolfess table commences their three-way test of strength as you examine the rest of the bar
- >While the dogs have a few tables to themselves, the bar counter is packed with felines
- >There’s a jaguar in tribal clothes batting a shot glass side to side, like it were a small rodent or a ball of yarn
- >Behind the counter is a lioness dressed up in a medieval wench’s outfit
- >”Welcome to the finest tavern in ye olde lands…or whatever,” she says dully to the other cats. “What are you having?”
- >The first one to order is a tiger who’s trying hard to adjust her ill-fitting swimsuit as she looks at the menu
- >This place doesn’t seem to have a very strict dress code
- >”Just water, please,” the tigress says
- >The lioness sighs and turns to another large cat
- >You think it’s just a second lion, dressed in tribal garb like the jaguar, but this one has enormous protruding fangs like a saber tooth tiger
- >What also protrudes from her is a massive pregnant belly
- >”Water will do,” she grunts, rubbing the top of her gravid swell. “Best to drink the clean rains so long as the brood is still growing.”
- >The lioness turns to yet another patron with a groan
- >”Please don’t say ‘water’.”
- >The last feline’s even stranger than the saber tooth
- >She LOOKS like another lioness, but has scaly patches on her body and a black, snake-like tail
- >A…sphinx?
- >No, a manticore
- >”I’ll have something mixed,” she says with a toothy grin
- >”You should do a body shot!” the tigress says, almost popping out of her swimsuit
- >”Are you offering?” the lioness bartender asks
- >”Hmmm, I’ll do the funnel instead!” the manticore says
- >The saber tooth, despite her fecundity, hefts the manticore onto the bar counter
- >The lioness props the manticore’s mouth open with a funnel and grabs several bottles in preparation
- >You’re mildly invested in the show, but then again there’s still more to see around the place
- >Along the wall is a line of flashing arcade machines, with a kangaroo girl tapping the buttons frantically
- >You can faintly see a rather familiar blue vixen fighting with a staff on the screen
- >The game freezes for a moment and the kangaroo squeals in panic
- >Surprising you very little, another canine…ish creature with a vibrant yellow mane walks over
- > She casually punches the machine with her staticky paw
- >The arcade cabinet pops with electricity and the game resumes
- >”Thanks, Juitz,” the kangaroo says without taking her eyes off the screen
- >”I got your back, ‘roo,” the spark dog says. “Can I play next?”
- >”Uh…yeah, sure. Just…let me…finish this one….”
- >The dog leans against one of the cabinets to wait, and the whole line of them glitch to show “JTZ” for every spot on the “High Scores” list
- >”Uh, maybe you could be Player 2?” the kangaroo offers
- >”Right. I’ll go get the coins.”
- >”W-wait, Juitz, you can just do that…”
- >Too late, the spark dog’s already off to bother the bartender for game tokens
- >Hidden in the corner at a smaller table are even more dogs
- >A nondescript one just sulks and mumbles to herself about everything going on in the bar
- >Luckily you’re spared from her judgmental gaze
- >In fact, she doesn’t seem to notice you at all
- >The other one joining her, clearly a German shepherd, only pretends like she’s listening to the grumbling
- >It doesn’t seem like she’s ignoring the conversation out of boredom, though
- >Rather, her paws are too busy “exploring” regions underneath the table
- >She’s fidgeting discreetly
- >You imagine she’s trying to do something lewd and not get caught, yet deliberately doing it for the thrill of that very risk
- >It makes you think of your own love life
- >Or lack thereof
- >You just sort of wandered into this place, following the mysterious lead of something completely unbelievable to you
- >All of these anthro ladies with different personalities and histories
- >They’re all here for a reason
- >Though it’s probably just to have a good time
- >And yet, they all seem…”taken”
- >Like there’s already someone in their lives you can’t compete with
- >Is there someone in this place just for YOU, like the hellhound hinted at?
- >Well, there’s still the stairs leading to the floor above…
- >The raucous activity from the bar below peters out to quietness upstairs
- >There are several rooms along a narrow hallway, each used for a different reason
- >The first one appears to be just a simple lounge
- >A white wolfess—�very similar looking to the “Volfa” downstairs—�is enthralled with a nature documentary about wolves on a small TV
- >You guess she’s not so interested in the wolves themselves as she is the rugged animal handler playing with them
- >There’s a washroom not far off, with the door slightly ajar
- >Most of the ladies here look like they could rip your neck from under your head with just a swipe, but you can’t resist taking a peek
- >There’s a lighter gray wolfess dressing herself in hunting apparel while someone else is in the bathtub singing
- >”Hilde, we’re going to be late for the party,” the hunter wolfess says. “Hurry up or I’m coming in there and finishing the job for you!”
- >“~Just a moment!~” the one in the tub sings
- >Although the plastic screen hides the bather, the pointed ears of the silhouette make you think she’s probably a jackal or something
- >The hunter wolfess seems to have an epiphany right at the same time.
- >”Jackal…Hilde…hey, Hilde, what’s that ‘power’ you keep going on about?”
- >You back away from the door, just in case they’re ready to come out at a moment’s notice
- >You’re starting to run out of rooms to check
- >There’s a large bedroom with several more anthro girls in it
- >One enormous Kodiak bear is taking up the entire bed
- >She looks like she’s out cold, and that almost nothing is going to wake her for a while
- >There’s a snow leopard snoozing on top of the ursine like she were a mattress
- >She tosses and turns to get comfortable, proving the bear is way too catatonic to be bothered by it
- >A teal and gold kingfisher is sleeping upright in the corner under a hut—or a nest—of curtains
- >Finally, there’s a hyena (a real one this time) cocooned in a pile of blankets in the corner
- >She’s shivering slightly, as though her overabundance of blankets still isn’t enough to keep her warm
- >You leave the napping girls and head to the final room
- >If this one doesn’t have an anthro girl waiting for you, then it’ll all be for nothing
- >You step through the threshold with eyes half shut in anticipation
- >When you’re completely inside, you see what you expected the most:
- >It’s empty
- >You don’t know what you were hoping for, but there isn’t even a single being in here beside you, anthro or otherwise
- >Still, there’s a pretty nice bed
- >If nothing else, maybe you can crash here for the night while you figure out what to do with yourself
- >As you flop on your back, your head back up in surprise
- >Closing the door is what you think must be another wolfess, but she’s so large and full of fluff she has to have some bear in her
- >Honestly, you don’t know what kind of animal to think of her as
- >Except maybe “comforting”
- >Silvery fur and deep blue eyes
- >Powerful limbs, but an alluring softness
- >All packaged in a simple dress and apron
- >You sit upright, only to have the anthro woman gently push you back down
- >”You seem surprised,” she muses with a soothing voice
- >Yeah, a little bit
- >You weren’t expecting anyone to notice you
- >You can’t think of a single moment in this bar where you felt like you belonged
- >Almost nobody made eye contact with you (except the hellhound and the bouncer) and they acted as though you weren’t even physically here
- >”Don’t feel bad,” she responds. “I’m sure they would enjoy your company, but they have eyes for only one human of their own already.”
- >So it was pointless to come here, then
- >…Unless…
- >You look into her prismatic eyes, and she gives you a friendly smile
- >”This is my inn. I give everyone a chance to be happy and relax, human and anthro alike. I can’t say I’m the one you’re looking for in your quest for companionship, but I CAN give you a moment of comfort before you go looking again.”
- >The innkeeper sets her apron aside and eases herself onto the bed with you
- >You’re pulled up against her, nestled into her large body
- >”When you’re ready to leave, you may. Until then, be at peace.”
- >She wraps one arm under you, and curls the other over you
- >You can immediately feel the warmth of her body
- >The warmth of her plush coat
- >The warmth of her caring sweetness
- >She completely envelops you in fur and tenderness
- >One large paw holds you tight while the other rubs slow circles on your chest
- >”You will be loved,” she assures you
- >Her voice reverberates through the contact between your bodies, loosening any tension and relaxing your very muscles
- >Her breathing is slow; her fluffy form presses up against you with even more softness as she inhales deeply
- >When she exhales it’s a gradual, gentle hum in your ear
- >”You will find your happiness.”
- >You can feel the heat of her breath flow over any part of you not already blanketed in her fur
- >Her mantra instills good feelings in you
- >And any time your mind dares stray toward cloudy thoughts, she squeezes the negativity out of you
- >You wonder how long she’ll let you stay here
- >You’re answered with another firm hug
- >”Don’t feel pressured to leave,” she whispers. “You’ll know when the time is right, but you’ll also know when you need to…just…rest…”
- >She hefts you off the mattress just enough so she can rock you in her arms
- >Repeating herself after every breath and every rock
- >”You will be loved.”
- >”You will find your happiness.”
- >Now you’re up on her stomach
- >Her neck is your pillow
- >Her arms are your blankets
- >You rise and fall in time with her breathing, like a gentle wave
- >And much like the rise and fall of the sun, she rolls over and places you down on the opposite side
- >She resumes her delicate words
- >”Loved.”
- >”Happiness.”
- >Brushing a paw against your face and leaning her head on top of yours
- >Your mind stays awake so you can enjoy the rest of the experience, but your body has already gone to sleep
- >”You will find someone who can take care of you like this,” she promises. “Keep your heart open. Someone out there wants to feel just as safe in it.”
- >It’s been ages since you’ve been able to hear any of the commotion downstairs, and now you can hardly even make out the words the innkeeper says to you
- >But even though the words are intelligible, the messages are clear
- >She doesn’t know you personally, but you get the feeling she knows what you’re going through
- >She relieves you from your momentary stressors, but she doesn’t quite coddle you from reality
- >Encouragements, praises, compliments
- >Everything she says to you rings true
- >But she’s not doing this to flatter you
- >She’s doing this to remind you what you should look for in yourself
- >”You are perfect just as you are…” you can hear her say as your eyelids grow heavy
- >Something in you knows that when you wake up, this place will be gone
- >But it’s because you’ll be ready to leave
- >Because it’s for the best
- >Because…
- >You are perfect
- >”Don’t ever change.”
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