Ryan was just your average college freshman. He was average build, currently making average grades, and had average, ambivalent opinions about the furry community. One Saturday afternoon, he was ambling through a secluded part of downtown; just killing time before he met his friends for bar hopping later. As he texted his girlfriend, Sarah, he glanced down the alleyway and was surprised to see neon signs.
"No way." Ryan stuffed his phone in his pocket then made his way across to get a better look. He was surprised to find a hidden bar so close to campus. The building was a cozy pub style building. The inside looked old fashioned, classy with the usual wooden bar, but the colorful lights gave it a confused casual feel. "The Drunken Tabby Tavern? This must be that furry club they were talking about. How the hell did this get here?"
Ryan fingered his fake I.D. in his pocket as he walked inside inquisitively inspecting the strange space. There was a sparse crowd of about 10 people (well, half were "people"). The other half were an assortment of "furries". A gazelle woman, a bear guy, and a small mammal kid were somewhere around 60 – 80% animal, but others less so. Two normal looking guys were having a beer with a girl, except the girl had cat ears and a tail. "Huh, not many furries for a furry bar", he thought.
"Welcome!" Greeted the half-bull bartender heartily. He was fairly big, so Ryan didn't know how he missed him.
"Hello." Ryan responded, not knowing what to say. "I was walking around and never noticed this place before."
The bull man had leather olive skin which contrasted with his ivory horns and blue eyes. "Oh, yeah. We're a best kept secret it seems. Need a drink?"
"Yeah." Ryan said a little too quickly, as he was a minor. "Just a, um, cheap beer." He laid his fake I.D. casually on the bar. The bartender picked it up, and glanced. With a knowing smile he set it back down, and poured a light draft beer. Quite easily, given the fact that his fingers ended in thick "mini-hoof" like nails. Ryan took an eager gulp. "Very good" he commented.
The bartender leaned back, comfortably. "It's OK beer, i guess. It's just our light cheap stuff."
Ryan had lied just to make polite conversation. It was actually just alright, but it was at least refreshing. He sipped it eagerly. Cool, and crisp yet it sent a warm tingle down his body. He stared at the bull mans biceps, and how he had just the lightest dusting of brown fur.
"Names Mike." He said. "This place has been slow since our opening, but more college students are joining the furry community lately."
Ryan took an other big sip, "Yeah there's a tiger chick in my Geology class. I overheard her mention this place. I had no idea this place was so close to campus."
Mike laughed, "I bet that's Alissa - only tiger girl around here. Crazy girl, big boobs. In fact, I believe she grew them larger here, along with that swishy tail."
Ryan realized he never questioned how one became a furry for some reason. Also, what did that have to do with this place he wondered, taking another gulp of beer. As he was about to ask, one of the ordinary guys ordered another round for his group. Mike turned and bent over for more glasses. This gave Ryan the perfect view of his muscular ass and sinewy bovine tail. The dark brown fur covered both it and his hard calves. His legs ended in some strange half-hoof feet. They had five toes, but ended in even thicker black nails, and he was wearing large sandals. Ryan stopped himself from further checking out a dude, taking another sip from his almost gone beer. He was about to text his girlfriend, but then...