You both enter the Donkey Delight Bar, which is filled with patrons. Men and woman, boys and girls all of them drinking, smoking, and necking. However, it took you a moment to realize the strangest thing… The servers in the bar were all female, and they were all half-donkey.
They had very short muzzles, but long tall ears and flowing manes down their backs. They were covered in brown fur, but a lighter brown coat on their bellies and chest. None of them wore clothing to conceal their lightly fur covered breasts nor the thin fur on their nethers. Their tails hung down to their knees and were capped in a thick tassel, and their feet were long with shiny dark hooves. The severs strutted around the bar taking orders from tables and receiving the occasional feel up from some young man… and a few woman.
One of them approached you, “are you both looking to sit at a table, or would you like something at the bar?” You look at your boyfriend who is totally lost in the young donkey woman’s breasts. “We’ll sit at the bar,” you speak in proxy. The girl leads you through the crowd and you hear music come up as an exotic half-donkey dancer comes out onto a stage. Everyone cheers and hollers as she does her routine.
“Here you are, you can order directly from the bar,” the donkey girl gestures to two open stools. You just nod politely and sit down. Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you or the bar, his eyes are locked on stage. “Get you both something?” a voice comes from the bar. You look over and see another donkey girl smiling at you with her large blocky teeth. Her hands are on the bar, and you’re a little surprised to see she has ten digits. “What do you have?” you ask shyly. “Oh, just about anything, but if you ask me, I think you’ll like our special house brewed ale,” she smiles again. “Um, what do you think,” you ask your boy. “Sure, sounds good,” he just replies and yells to the stage. You nod at the bartender and she walks over to a spout.
You watch her fill two large mugs up with a thick head of foam and bring it to you. “Enjoy,” she says, setting them down. “Oh, um, how much are they?” you ask reaching for your purse, but the donkey girl just laughs. “Are you kidding? Everything’s free here.” She walks down the bar to help other customers clanging the mugs on the counter. You tap your boyfriend on the shoulder and he turns and sees his drink, “thanks. Man, this place is great, right?” You just nod your head and smile. “What,” he frowns, “are you not having fun?” You grab your drink, “I’m having lots of fun,” you smirk and take a long swig from the mug. You’re surprised how good the beer is, you almost don’t want to swallow it, but when you do, a warm sensation builds in you. And you take another long sip.
Your boyfriend does the same. Then…