Although he normally preferred to wait until the tail finally burst through the pants of his customers before determining their species, the bartender was consumed by curiosity. He wanted to know what these two customers before him were going to be. He began inhale with his big black ursine nose, hoping to sniff out their species before it showed itself.
The air of the bar was heavy with all kinds of scents. The bartender could detect the sharp spicy canine smell of the wolf boy, who had now almost entirely changed, as well as the tangy, acrid scent of the gator kid's scales. The oaky, rich odor coming from the big rugby player with the rhino tail caused his cock to twitch. For a moment, he was distracted by the thought of the gigantic cock that fate would bestow on that lucky kid once he finished his transformation. He could even pick up the subtle hint of donkey coming from the remaining players on the team, who were still bent over their stools attempting to sprout their own appendages.
Finally, like an elusive perfume under layer upon layer of smell, the bartender's nose honed in on the unique scents of the two boys before him. He looked at Nick, noticing his nose had pressed forward and upward, its bridge covered with a fine coating of small blond hairs. He then looked at Scott, whose hands grasped the stool for dear life, short brown claws digging into the soft wood of the stool top. From both came the sweet, musky odor of woodland prey species of some kind. They were not becoming the same thing, but certainly it was close.
The bartender smiled. The "Animal Revealer" drink was never wrong. Whatever these two were becoming would be a perfect fit for their lanky boyish frames, and timid personalities.