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>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."