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It was a rainy evening, the roadways of Rouver reflecting light back from the lights that towered over the sidewalks. The moon shined down, covering the cityscape in a silky curtain of light. Walking along the right most sidewalk, Drew made his way down the road at a brisk pace. He wore simply light blue gym shorts which highlighted his thick legs and thighs. The light green tank top he wore allowed his sun kissed skin to show and he had a gym bag slumped over his shoulder.

In his right hand, he nervously played with a thick papered card, the cardstock feeling weighty in between his fingers. On the front in bright purple letters read, "Viridescent; The city's finest in drinking and play." Below, there was a black silhouette of an orc with curly horns coming out of his head. A white streak shot across his mouth, representing the cheeky grin as he poured a bright pink substance into a glass.

It was eye catching and the grinning mouth of the creature on the front of the card was exactly what caught his attention in the first place when a stranger handed it to him at the local gym. He seemed nice enough; an orc himself but certainly approachable. He had a charm about him and his smile was almost disarming. The brown hair of his beard was nicely trimmed and presentable.

"Seems you need to take a load off, human..."

"Errr....uhhh," Drew replied bashfully, not used to such advances from a guy.

The orc gave a chuckle, the low rumble to his voice making his hearing perk up for a moment. "You have been selected by the Chief himself to come down to Viridescent. Show the bouncer this..."

Drew got a card practically shoved in his direction, the orc giving a disarming smile as Drew took the card but gave an appraising look at the orc. "I don't even know your name...and this bar looks really pricey."

"It's Kurdan. Tell Chief I sent ya. You can't miss him in the bar."

Kurdan. That name echoed through Drew's mind as his footfalls resulted in a splash when he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and walked right through a deep puddle.

Truth was, Drew was feeling rather pent up. With his girlfriend breaking up with him only a week ago, the only action he had was simply with his hand and whatever show was playing on Hulu.

The buff jock worked out doubly hard this week in order to help make him forget all the time they spent together, his muscles aching as the cold rain washed across his skin. What better excuse to forget then meet someone new at a bar? Plus, the line to the gym bathroom was way too long of a wait. If the orc was right, he was only a five minute walk away from the sweet release that was building up in his bladder. Drew cursed himself for drinking so much water while he was lifting.

What Drew didn't know was there was a small amount of magic pushing at his very core. It whispered to him, urging him to keep trudging through the rain. It wasn't forcing him, but rather nudging at that part that was there all along.

After all, Kurdan did say that the Chief never chose wrong.

Rounding a corner, Drew could see the bar's lights glowing through the dark night. The deep purple lights spelled out "Viridescent" that anyone walking by could hardly miss it. Drew felt his nerves beginning to kick in and his reservations rising.

"Fuck, it's felt like forever since I have been to a bar....and I have to piss soooo bad..."

Drew quickly shook away the nervous feelings, putting one foot in front of the other as he walked towards the neon lights. As Drew got closer, he took in the bar's unique features. Made out of a thick cobblestone, the bottom of the bar had plenty of support and the stone was carved with care and precision. The cobblestone bottom then began to switch to a warm brick, giving the bar a rustic and antique feel.

"God, hipsters will be crawling all over this place," Drew thought to himself.

Making his way quickly to the wooden door that led inside the bar, Drew thanked the Gods that he would be finally out of the rain. The glass windows allowed the human to peek inside, but there was something obscuring his vision. The glass itself seemed to splinter was he was seeing, preventing curious people from simple spying on what went on inside without walking in. People appeared as blotches, moving around the bar at whim and several browns and greens made their way across his vision before disappearing somewhere away from the window.

Low, muffled talking could be heard and some laughing too. It appeared to be merry company, nothing too out of the ordinary.

"Password?" A gruff voice said. Two intense yellow eyes peered out between a slit in the surprisingly sturdy iron door that led inside. The very archaic door looked as if it was ripped straight out of the 1920s.

"Uhhh..."

Drew flashed the card in his right hand and said, "I was told to come here by Kurdan and got this."

The eyes squinted before the slit was immediately closed. Several brass locks clicking out of place later and Drew was greeted by a mountain of a beast. He was an orc and Drew found himself nearly quaking. He wore a very crisply tailored suitcoat, the jacket a deep black and the white undershirt with a dark black tie absolutely stylish.

And somehow at the same time, immensely intimidating.

When Drew just stood gawking, he gave a menacing glare. He jabbed a thumb towards the stone stairs that led downward. "You'll find the fun is downstairs and not up here staring' at me."

"Oh...f-...uhh, sorry!"

Drew's footsteps clumped downward and he could hear the bouncer up top grumbling to himself. The stairs began to spiral down and unlike entering a dungeon, they were lit by small blue puffs of floating fire that twinkled in the moonlight. Even though Drew found himself heading deeper and deeper down, the windows looked out of the stairwell and to the night sky except it was far, far from where he was previously.

Feeling a slight tinge of panic, Drew stopped by one of the windows to look out to see a completely changed landscape. Instead of a city, there appeared to be a complete courtyard of sorts and a long, flowing river cut through the eastern side of the courtyard. Trees of various shades glowed ominously, the blues and pinks of their leaves swaying back and forth in the cool wind.

"Where....the fuck am I?"

Drew looked upward to the top of the spiral. He had walked for what appeared to be only about 3 minutes, but it seemed he was so far down already. His ears perked when he heard the sound of jolly conversation; much louder than outside the iron door.

Continuing his descent, Drew walked further downward until he was met with a simple wooden door. It was rustic, much like the stone that made up the spiral of the staircase; however, a nice golden brown color. Reaching forward, Drew grabbed the brass knob and gave it a twist.

The first thing that hit Drew was the warmth. The bar was crowded; bodies of people of all shapes and sizes littering around the room, but still away from the door and allowing patrons to walk in and out of the bar. Each person let out a significant amount of warmth, so much so that Drew immediately found himself adjusting the tank top he was wearing since sweat was beginning to form.

The bar itself was extremely clean. The stone floors were cut neatly and had an unnatural shimmer to them. Not a drop of liquid was on the tiles and there was no "sticky shoe" situation. Mysterious fluid landmines nowhere to be found. It was wide open, with huge gothic styled archways cutting through the bar and cathedral ceilings that would make any architect in design salivate. Small pink candles added to the atmosphere of the bar, the flames flickering like any natural fire and added a strange fusha hue. Bright light blue lights sneaked through the roof of the bar until just right above a side entrance they all spelled out in bright blue lights....

Viridescent.

Drinks of all shapes and sizes filled the bar area. The counter was wiped to perfection, glimmering in the light blue hue. The neon lights that made the bar spectacular were enhanced by the intricate glassware just behind the bar counter and stored away in the tall and spectacular cabinets. Bottles of every shape, color, and variety lined the mahogany wood and the blue neon shined even brighter due to intricate placed mirrors and bottles.

Each bottle, big and small, was filled with wondrous fluids. One could describe more as potions rather than as alcoholic drinks. Smaller holders that sat on a back cabinet held vials, each organized into intricate patterns. All the reds, blues, yellows, and greens were organized so perfectly by their shades that Drew found himself compelled to just stand and stare at the entrance. It was like sensory overload.

The next thing Drew noticed was the patrons of the bar were definitely not human.

Orcs of various shapes and sizes played pool against minotaurs off to the side, their rousing laughter adding to the cheerful timbre as they drank mugs of unidentifiable liquid. Most of them were muscular, displaying their chests unabashingly and some stuffing their shirts in their pants to allow them to hang off to the side. The minotaur's larger horns stuck out from the side of his head, the polished bone reflecting in the low light of the bar.

More orcs arm wrestled, the companions around them cheering them on as the two opponents locked eyes with one another with grins across their faces. They too were shirtless, as well as dressed in fetish leather gear. One of the orcs had a half-harness, highlighting his impressive muscular physique that simply came from his heredity as well as manual labor. Leather, assless chaps lighted the bottom, his rump on full display from the open chair almost teasingly.

The other was glad only in a simple jockstrap, his musculature on total display. The pouch was packed full, leaving little to the imagination and his rump was highlighted by the white straps that streaked across his backside to connect to the waistband.

Drew blushed walking forward and looking around the bar for the restrooms, no longer bothered with finding Kurdan in this orgy of sweat and masculinity. The fog of smoke that was around the room was thick, the scent of cigars filling the bar along with the smell of sweat and man.

The human looked over at two particular orcs, one making out passionately with the other and both still predominantly male. Drew was completely convinced he was at the wrong bar and this was a total mistake. The orcs simply smiled when they knew they were being watched, one of them stroking along the other's chest until he found the smaller orc's gold nipple ring and gave it a tug. The smaller orc gave a gasp and a chuckle before slapping the hand away. The two continued to kiss as Drew made his way past them and towards the bar.

Looking like a lost puppy, he ignored the mischievous grins from the patrons as he approached the center of the bar. Nobody openly groped him or anything, but he felt like there was an open target on his back. His eyes darted around, looking for any signs of a fellow human and when he finally made it to the bar counter, he noticed a well-dressed minotaur sipping from an ale that smelled strong enough to knock out any large creature and strangely enough his muscles bulge outward with each sip and a tuft of hair creeping around his neck and chest. The bull man simply gave a low grunt, his tail flicking as warm breath escaped in a pleasured huff.

"U-uhh....excuse me?" Drew squeaked out, his own muscles looking tiny in comparison to the mighty bulls own. "Who owns this bar and where can I find the bathroom?"

It was as if the bull was in a trance, not responding to Drew's question. The human looked him over for any signs of drugs, but found no traces. The bull seemed to be enjoying whatever sensations were crashing through his body. Drew gasped in shock as the bull continued to grow a bit larger with each huff, the pleasured sounds following after his slacks gave a small ripping sound.

"That would be me," a deep voice said from behind the counter.

Drew looked away from the minotaur, his eyes widening as they fell upon the biggest of all the orcs in the bar by far. The orc was nearly 10 feet tall easily, his brimming muscles barely contained within his clothing. He was a total stud and was easy to spot in the whole bar. The glass behind the orc shimmered in the light, contrasting with the black tattoos that snaked along his arms and body.

He loomed over the bar and Drew, the human almost straining his neck to look up at the hulking figure. His muscular body was highlighted by the suit he wore, the white vest barely containing his beefy body. The black slacks gave him a professional look that looked well-kept together compared to the almost blatant nudity that was around the bar and the black hair that highlighted his face dived deep down into his chest. The hair looked almost untamed, but at the same time had a flow to it. Two large horns curved out of the orc's head, the black color as dark as night and tattooed with strange, tribal symbols.

"What is happening to him?"

Ignoring Drew's question at first, the owner gave a smile. "My name is Urog. And nothing that he isn't enjoying, I assure you. Of course, he should have behaved in the first place."

"Behaved?"

Urog motioned to several of the concoctions behind him, the names unfamiliar to the common tongue. Some bottles had a deep green color while others seemed to glow and flicker with primordial energy. Other glass bottles grew parts and pieces like antlers or horns before Drew's very eyes.

"We have rules here at Viridescent. You follow them or I give you a...punishment."

The friendly visage of the orc turned mischievous as a smirk crossed his face and pointed to the drink list along with several rules written in chalk; about five of them. Drew simply glanced at the rules for a moment before being forced out of his concentration as the minotaur gave another pleasured huff and a long moo.

"One of my choosing as well."

"This is just absolutely fucked," Drew replied blatantly. "There are so many non-humans around here. It's...I've never seen anything like it around here."

Urog chuckled, his warm smile not giving any indication of harm as he made his way forward. "Yes, we cater to people of all shapes and sizes...not just humans. But it's always a treat when we get one if I do say so myself."

Giving a wink, Urog grabbed an empty glass and began to polish it. "You wish to stay and have a drink? We can chat about your....preferences."

Drew shook his head just as the minotaur's muscles began to shrink, almost like deflated balloons as he started to lose their size. The horns on the top of his head still remained large but slowly began to retract as if sinking back into his skull. The minotaur continued to moan, his body becoming skinnier and more lean. The muscle turned smooth rather than large and in charge and the clothes that he wore shrunk along with him.

The muscular form that was before was now reduced down to a more twinkish, lean form and the rumbling low voice had more of a middle tone to it. Instead of towering over Drew, he now was about the same size and his chocolate brown eyes began to break from his trance. He looked leaner than before, almost like a swimmer's build and the brimming muscles were reduced down to a fraction of their size.

"Uh oh...looks like someone is finally done! And ready to please."

Drew gave a disgusted look as the minotaur's tongue lolled out of his muzzle, his eyes almost clouded over.

"Go to the bathroom and find the hole in one of the stalls, bull. I do not want you to rise from your position until I tell you. This will be the last time you pester one of my patrons. Now, you will get your fill and more."

"Yes, master," the bull replied with a smirk, a slight high pitch to his voice that Drew did not expect in the slightest of a minotaur that was so huge in size only just a few moments before and grunting low and deep. The bull's eyes seemed to glitter with a strange energy as they moved over to the human, sizing him up as if he was a potential mate before flicking back towards the bathroom door. Drew got the sign; follow me back for a good time was exactly what his gaze implied.

Drew's disgust switched to intrigue as the now twink of a bull rose from the seat and began to walk towards the bathroom door. Although there was still that hint of disapproval, he found himself watching the bull as he made his way towards the entrance and opened it without any hesitation, his tail flicking sassily behind him as well as his perky rump moving back and forth in an almost camel walk like fashion.

Urog gave a chuckle as Drew watched, perplexed before turning back to the orc. "Do not worry, human. If you obey the rules, we will get along just fine," Urog repeated as if he did not just have a hand in sealing the bull's fate. "Now, do you want to sample a drink?"

Drew remembered the card still clutched in his fingers and Urog's eyes flicked to what was now being fiddled with nervously in Drew's grip. Shaking his head, the jock said, "N-no...I'm straight. I just really need to piss and then...I-I'll just get out of the bar."

Urog shrugged and pointed towards the bathroom door that the minotaur just went through. "The doors are over to your right. But if you wish to know the drink options, you are always welcome back here."

Drew nodded, getting up from the stool and quickly making his way over to the bathroom. He ignored eye contact from many of the orcs and minotaurs that watched him, their mouths turning into smirks as Drew awkwardly made his way to the hall that led to his destination.

When Drew stopped looking at his tennis shoes and actually looked upward, he was not very surprised to find just one bathroom. The door was a nice wood, a golden nameplate sitting in the middle that had an easy to read three letter word. "Mens," Drew said out loud with a roll of his eyes. Out of all the luck to get roped into a gay bar and get involved in some crazy magic, Drew figured he would be able to win the lottery after all this.

Opening up the door, Drew was surprised to find the bathroom was well-maintained. Simple soap dispensers and the tiled floor seemed to sparkle in the artificial light and the wooden walls gave the area an antique look. The urinals even looked well-maintained and without any urinal cakes as well.

Drew looked almost confused as he walked forward, expecting the bathroom to be trashed and smell like a perverted truck stop, but it appeared like any normal bathroom; minus the urinal that was missing its cakes. The only thing that was odd was Drew was curious where the minotaur went off too.

Well, that was until he heard a clopping coming from the second out of the three stalls, particularly the middle of the bunch. Drew looked underneath the doors to see two hooves before the figure kneeled onto the tile floor. Along with the hooves, Drew could see a pair of leather boots at the next stall, the boots echoing loudly inside the bathroom. Although the leather chaps that the man wore extended down to his ankles, every once and a while there was a flash of green.

There was the sound of something being unzipped before a sucking sound echoed throughout the bathroom. Drew's face turned bright red as he made his way to one of the urinals, quickly fishing out his equipment as the sucking turned into gagging at times followed by heavy panting that the human was all too familiar with.

Giving a sigh as he pulled down the top of his gym shorts to show his jockstrap and pulling the pouch to the side, the human blushed as the gagging and moans started to get louder and raise to a crescendo. Drew closed his eyes and attempted to concentrate on just peeing and leaving, but there was something primal that kept him standing, his body reacting subconsciously as heat began to flush his cheeks and blood rushed down to his lower half.

Drew did not even hear the sound of the two finishing and a whistling orc walked out of the stall and over to the sink. The human's ears flicked over to the sound of running water as the orc washed his hands. He was dressed in a simple leather harness which showed off his beefy muscles. The hair on his chest and face was a deep black color which only accentuated his physique. Drew glanced over to see the orc was wearing assless chaps, his muscular rump on full display unabashingly and the leather cap that was on top of his head only added to the aesthetic that the bar goer was going for.

Drew did not look to his right and only knew the orc was standing by him when his boots clopped over to the urinal opposite of him. He hated the fact there were three urinals so that no matter what, he had no choice but to endure that the male next him was fishing his dick out right near his line of vision. He could hear the stream of piss that flooded the urinal and the tinge of musk that hung in the air was a mix of sweat, cigar smoke, and cum.

Although the orc was staring straight ahead for a moment, Drew cleared his throat and awkwardly shuffled back and forth. The orc casually looked over, his light green eyes looking over the human and clearly checking him out before licking his lips.

"There's a needy boy minotaur in the back stall to fix your problem there," the orc said, his mouth twisting into a devilish grin at the fact that Drew seemed to be uncomfortable.

"N-no," Drew managed to squeak out as the mountain of green muscle by him was just casually pissing and talking about getting Drew a warm, twink mouth to take care of his problem. "I think I'm okay..."

"Suit yourself," the orc said with a shrug, his massive shoulders flexing back for a moment as his stream turned into a dull trickle. Drew could see a hint of silver that reflected off of the orc's cock and curiosity got the best of him. Taking a glance over, Drew's face grew an even deeper shade of red.

Grabbing his maleness, the orc gave a cheeky smirk and shook his large tube of a cock right in front of the human. "You like it? Just got it sized by a friend of the owner. Helped me pick out a ring for it."

Giving a few teasing strokes, the orc stuck out his tongue to see Drew still somewhat uncomfortable. The booming laugh that resonated from his voice made the human's chest shake as it echoed throughout the bathroom and the orc seemed to sense Drew's hesitation and skidishness. "Heeeey, just relax.. I'm not going to do anything to you. I don't mind if you look."

Drew gave a small gasp as the orc shook his now semi-hard cock and stepped away from the urinal. His broad body turned, the muscle on full display in a teasing manner as he placed his hand on the urinal. Drew continued to grab his now hard member, his attempt to just let the stream go, not working as his eyes eyed the green mountain of muscle before him. It was clear he worked out and even more clear that he kept his body in prime physical condition for one thing; to attract and then to dominate.

"I-I just have never been to a bar like this before," Drew managed to say. Although the human was large and muscular for his size, the orcs of the city always managed to stand out due to their masculine nature and size. It was almost impossible not to notice them. This particular orc was no different.

The urinal did not even need flushed. While the two were having their chat, the urinal cake spluttered to life. It glowed faintly for a moment and the urinal was sparkly clean. Drew blinked twice and contemplated to pinch himself to make sure he was seeing things correctly.

"Mmmm, it's a shame that Urog has plans for you humans or.." The orc licked his lips, his smirk all too noticeable. "I would help you out with your problem..."

Drew didn't even notice himself urinating at this point. The orc's timbre and voice relaxing his body. His admirer was still watching him, his eyes simply locking with Drew's.

When the human was finished, he found himself bashfully looking at the orc cock, remembering his run in with his orc roommate back in college. Even his roommate was unabashed about what he wanted. The amount of control and sheer will was a direct reflection of their external musculature.

"Something on your mind?" the orc rumbled, snapping him back to reality as the orc's smirk widened to see Drew's cock jumping and throbbing in the open air.

"Uhhh....I should really go."

"Ask Urog about the specials that he offers. It will certainly be worth your time since he puts quite a bit of effort into concocting the...perfect recipe," the orc said as he gave a chuckle and walked over to the sink to begin washing his hands. "We'll catch up later, human. You seem to have a lot of learning to do."

Drew zipped up his pants, his cock still blatantly hard in his jock and jeans prison as he walked out of the bathroom. The orc jolly expression did not even waver, watching as the human walked out. The orc turned back towards the stall.

"Alright mino, it's time to turn your tail to that glory hole..."

Back outside the bathroom and into the smokey bar that wrapped around him like a warm embrace, Drew awkwardly made his way back to the all too familiar counter and slipped right onto the bar stool. He did not know what provoked him to do such a thing. Maybe it was the teasing by the older orc, or maybe it was just the surreal events that led up to the bar and his breakup that was just causing him to try new things.

Or maybe it was the smoke clogging his mind and whispering to him. After all, he did just move to the city. Maybe it was time to try something new? Gay people weren't something to be afraid of and from the looks of it...they knew how to party!

What Drew did not know was the magic in the bar had a certain effect on new patrons and his mind was fresh and mendable. It wrapped around his body like a warm and familiar coat. It didn't so much as force him to go somewhere, but more gently probe at his mind to go in said direction. It was a fresh form of experimentation; of finding himself among the casual drinkers!

And what better way to experiment with this new environment than just to let go for once. His relationship ended and she said it was because he was so serious all the time. So, maybe it was just time to let things go a bit.

Drew did not realize he was sitting back at the stool in the bar until he felt the cool leathers of it pulling him in and that warm smoke from before feeling more like a cozy blanket. A satyr sat nearby, his tail flicking somewhat as he casually talked to a humanoid who looked more fawn than human and Drew had no qualms about it at this point. He just kind of ignored it when the leather bound satyr just openly groped the deerman's clothed bulge which was housed in simple, tight fitting briefs.

"Hey, you good there?" Urog said with a warm smile, his bravado still the same as it was before hand.

"Uhhh, yeah I think I'm good..." Drew replied and gave a smile back. "Just kind of feel out of my element here."

"Oh trust me, first timers always feel nervous here, but I promise that we don't bite," Urog said with a cheeky grin as his deep purple eyes twinkled. He gave a wayward glance over to the satyr and his friend as they began to heavily make out. "You'll like it here and it's hard not to come back..."

"Yeah, I guess..." Drew said with a small trail to his voice as he watched the satyr dip a hand into the deerman's underwear.

"Hey, eyes here, human," Urog said with a playful grin as Drew snapped back to him with a blush. "Gotta choose your drink to loosen you up. You can't be so tense all the time. I'm sure you wish to take a load off, hmm?"

Drew noted the interesting choice of words as he gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, haha....ummm....errr....kind of? I mean..."

Drew's eyes kept flicking to one particular thing about the couple, his eyes not looking downward at the satyr's cute tail above his muscular butt or the deerman's cock that seemed to almost peek out of the briefs. No, his eyes were much higher...

Urog gave a wide smile. "Ahhh, so the shy human likes horns?"

Drew instantly turned back again and started to quickly try to move the conversation back to talking about the bar itself. "N-no! I just can admire the male physique..."

Urog chuckled, moving back to the bar and starting to mix several drinks together. "Uhhh huh..."

His arms brimming with muscle as he flexed them to reach some of the top most shelves. He ended up grasping what appeared to be a normal looking bottle, the brown liquid inside swerling and moving in the glass prison. The bottle itself was a dark caramel color and gave the appearance of bark. When he was finished pouring, he placed the glass in front of the human and Drew moved forward curiously. He could smell a whiff of something; bark, the scent of fall, syrup, and...

Urog then took the shot glass and moved it over to the deerman who thanked Urog and gave him a currency that Drew did not recognize. Several small, silver coins that looked more like change rather than actually monies.

"Before I give you a drink, I have to know my patron," Urog said with an almost low purr to his voice as he moved closer to the bar, leaning over it and looming over Drew. It certainly wasn't meant to be intimidating, but Drew still found himself feeling awfully small in the chair. He could smell a mixture of musk and sweat naturally leaving the orc's body.

Drew took a moment to look around to either side, noticing that the satyr and deerman moved elsewhere as well as most of the others near the bar. It was as if Urog was talking directly to him, the floor his and the orcs as well. The presence he gave felt all encompassing, but not in a menacing way...in fact, it felt pleasing. Like Urog was watching over him and keeping trouble away.

"I'm not sure I caught your name... ?"

"D-Drew," the human said.

Urog gave a broad and warm smile, his large tusks showing.

"Ahhh. A pleasant name for a charming man," the orc said with a flirty wink.

"Thanks," Drew said, shuffling a bit in his chair. The conversation wasn't at least getting off the rails too much at this point. Seemed fairly straight forward.

"You look uncomfortable, Drew. Is nudity a...more forbidden topic for you?"

Drew shuffled in his seat, a blush crossing his face as his eyes scanned the bar again. Every species that he learned about was on full display in either leather, fetish gear, or just generally nude in some areas. They were either smoking or just drinking what concoctions Urog probably handed out that night.

"I wouldn't say forbidden...but...errr...let's just say that I don't flaunt it in the locker rooms," Drew gave a nervous chuckle, kind of moving in the rotating seat of the bar stool.

"Well, you have all the right....attributes. You don't have to be so coy about your body," Urog stated, his deep, rumbling voice like a nice dark chocolate.

"In fact, you look like you work out. Did you just come from the gym?" Urog asked with a warm smile as he levitated one of the glasses towards him without even glancing over at it. At this point, Drew did not even blink as the clear glass was palmed by the orc's large hands, but he had to grace not to break the glass.

"Yeah, I work out at the Gold's Gym down the street," Drew said with a small smile, his confidence rising a bit as Urog talked to him with something he was familiar with. "Usually I just work out my arms and legs there. Do a bit of jogging."

"It certainly looks like it's filling you out well if I do say so myself," Urog said with a teasing wink as he began to wipe off the glasses with a cloth that he produced from his back packet. "I'm guessing you met Kurden? He likes to work out there."

Drew gave a nod and replied, "Yeah. Gave me a card to the bar. I just thought I would get a drink. Is he around?"

"Well..." Urog gave a chuckle and pointed over near the pool table. "He's a little occupied."

Drew glanced over his shoulder to see Kurdan playing a casual game of pool, naked from the waist down and leaning over the table. His back was towards Drew, his beautifully sculpted body on full display as sweat lined the green skin and dripped down between his rump cheeks.

"Wow....yes I can tell."

"I'm guessing you admire the male form, Drew?"

"Errr...ummm..."

Drew clammed up, his knee beginning to bounce as he sat at the stool.

Urog just gave a small chuckle as he leaned forward. "It's fine, Drew. You do not have to answer if you don't want to."

Drew watched as another satyr moved forward, also nude as he wrapped an arm around Kurdan's shoulder. He pulled the orc close as they watched the cue ball end up colliding with the striped nine ball before dropping into the back right pocket. Kurdan gave a fake pout face before grinning at the satyr and getting on his knees.

"Mmm, a scratch," Urog said with a grin. "Kurdan making those bets again..."

Drew immediately turned back around in the stool to see Urog smiling warmly back down at Drew. "So, if you aren't too interested in the male form, are you interested in the female one? Because if so, you might be at the wrong bar..." He let out a deep and booming laugh.

"Well, I did have a girlfriend, but..."

Drew gave a frown, shuffling once again in his seat and shrugged. "I broke up with her."

"Awwww, I'm sorry to hear that, Drew," Urog said, clear sympathy crossing his features as he leaned forward on the bar, his elbows making the wood underneath the bar creek. "How long were you two dating?"

Drew paused, looking up into the orc's royal purple eyes. There was just something so comforting about his gaze that was almost calming and hypnotic. Drew felt his muscles relax and the fact that the orc was taking an interest in his personal life was strangely comforting. No one else really cared about his relationship; the world still ticked on, but here a well-dressed and polite bartender seemed to be giving him his ear.

And the magic once again pulled at him to just let go.

"Well...we dated for a year. Met in college since we shared some of the same classes," Drew said, flicking his hair back nervously, but still a little more relaxed. "Kind of ended a bit prematurely. I was the one who had to do the breakup. I just didn't feel as into it."

"Like emotionally, physically, or...?"

"All of the above," Drew laughed. "We barely had sex in like months and everything felt routine. There was nothing new being injected in the relationship. It just wasn't as interactive."

Urog gave a frown. "Breakups are always hard, but no physical intimacy can ruin it for some people."

"Yeah..." Drew mentioned, not noticing a loud slurping noise going on just behind him as the satyr took what was due for him; a nice, warm and inviting orc mouth which he slipped his meat into with abandon. His fluffy balls went right up against Kurden's chin and yet the bar still barely gave any attention to it as if it was just all apart of it.

And Drew still had his eyes trained on Urog's own.

"You seem distracted by something, Drew," Urog mentioned once again. The sentence seemed to become routine for Urog now, but the bartender had surprising patience.

"No...I'm just listening. I thought you were going to say something...more," Drew mentioned out loud.

"For someone not too interested in men, you seem well trained on me," Urog added, his voice quiet, but still having that rumble about it. "But, you know what would make your night better?"

"Hmmm..." Drew said coyly, his mind beginning to feel heavy. Urog's eyes looked awfully purple and very, very focused.

And so dreamy.

W-wait, what... Drew thought to himself as he shook himself out of his stupor. He wasn't gay! He was a virile straight man ready to date again. But there was something compelling him towards Urog.

That voice, those eyes, that suit so prime and pristine, and the way that he just listened and was so patient and....

"I think a drink might be in order," Urog added in a matter-of-fact tone. "Mmmm, but what kind..."

Urog glanced momentarily at Drew, the human watching him with his big brown eyes. Eyes that looked light enough that they resembled barley in a field. And the way he sat was so proper and yet skittish. Like he was ready to bolt at a moment's notice if things got too much. However, such curiosity.

Oh, the choices...

Drew was feeling rather playful, the slow working spells around the bar starting to get to him and eat at his inhibitions.

"Well, what do you think I like?" Drew asked with a ghost of a smile beginning to form.

"Ahhh....dangerous to allow your bartender to pick for you," Urog rumbled back, looking over his shoulder while his hand found the bottle as if he knew exactly where to grab. The bottle had antlers, the glasswork so impressive and bombastic in its presentation that Drew found his gaze transfixed on the bottle as if it called out to him.

The crystal clear glass was, like the rest of the bar, polished to perfection. The brown label around the bottle had a nice caramel color to it. Around the bottom of the bottle was a brown bag for it to sit along with a golden tinsel tied around the middle. The liquid inside was a nice chocolate brown and the bottle was corked on top, signaling it was a new bottle.

Although Drew wanted to desperately see the label of such an expensive looking concoction, Urog kept the label tipping away from him and Drew found himself nearly leaning over the bar to get a better look.

"Curious fella aren't you? Ahh, non non...no peeking. This is to be a surprise," Urog stated like he was about to perform a magic trick. Grabbing the cork between his index and middle finger, the man had so much raw strength that he simply pulled and twisted.

The cork popped right about as the satyr near the pool table from earlier moaned out and unleashed a white, thick load inside Kurden's mouth and pulled out to cum all over his naked chest and face. The satyr's tail flicked excitedly and his body and muscles spasmed and flexed. He grabbed the base of his manhood and used his other hand to guide Kurden back to his still throbbing maleness to nurse the rest out of him.

Drew didn't hear a single thing, his concentration solely focused on the orc and the bottle he was holding.

"You seem to be much more open now then before. I think you are a shot kind of guy, no?"

Funny that Urog should have asked since he already uncorked the bottle.

Drew nodded, "Yeah. If I'm gonna get drunk, it's going to be fast and hard."

"Oh boy, better be careful using that lingo in a gay bar," Urog remarked with a wink as he reached down beneath the bar to procure a spotless shotglass.

Drew before would have cringed at such a joke, but now he gave a small chuckle. "You have a very expansive drink menu. I'm surprised you reached so high up the shelf."

Giving a pleased smile, Urog's eyes twinkled. He continued to pour the glass with mystical concentration. "What can I say besides that I quite like you, Drew. There's something about you that made me want to invite you to enjoy my bar."

Giving a chuckle, Drew waved off the compliment. "You are just saying that so I buy the drink and give you a really big tip."

Wiggling his eyebrows at the comment, Urog gave his trademark wide grin. His tusks glowed brightly in the light neon blue that reflected around the bar. "Haha. I get plenty of tips from my patrons as is. Plus....this one is on the house." Eventually, the caramel brown liquid reached the top of the glass and Urog's purple eyes seemed to get brighter. Drew could see a hue about them and that smirk was just so charming. Whatever inhibitions he had were slowly starting to fade away as if disappearing in the cigar smoke that waffed around the bar.

Behind him, Kurden was feeling the same inhibitions disappear as the satyr bent him over the pool table and spread his cheeks. The orc was moaning openly, his ass up high in his tight assless chaps. The green muscle flexed and wobbled when the anonymous satyr slapped his ass and kneeled down. As the hairy goat-like beast made his descent downward, his long tongue left his muzzle, licking over the orc's trimmed back and lats. The moved over the orc's coccyx before finally landing right in between Kurden's two cheeks and continued lower.

Drew watched his drink with unyielding intensity and glanced up to see Urog watching him. He wasn't menacing but more like how a father would watch his son doing an unfamiliar task. Feeling a sense of protection, Drew grabbed the glass and found the liquid was surprisingly cold even though it sat out on the open bar.

"So...what exactly is this that you are offering me?" Drew said, but not without glancing back to see Kurden getting his ass eaten out with louder slurps and lip smacking coming from the buff satyr. Drew blushed and found himself wondering how Kurden could find it so pleasurable, but the way the orc's legs shook underneath him and how his cock leaked down onto the stone flooring below his feet told Drew all that he needed to know.

"Buckshot," Urog mentioned casually, his deep voice pulling Drew away from the show going on just behind him. "And it's one of my personal choices for you."

Glancing back down at the drink with apprehension, Drew gave a frown. "How do I not know this is roofied?"

Although Urog laughed at the sentiment, there was a definite harshness to his voice when he replied, "You think I would risk having my establishment turn into a drug ring?" His shook his head, his black horns glimmering brilliantly. "You tell funny jokes. I wish I could show you the last person who tried to give one of my clients a special pill."

Glaring, Urog's tame and jolly nature left to be replaced by something far more feral and beatial. "I would never make sure to actively harm someone."

Gulping and looking back down at his drink so he could avoid such a scathing look, Drew nodded. "Gotcha."

"So, you gonna keep staring at the shot or am I going to have to persuade you further...boy?" Urog said with that grin back again.

The last word sent a shiver straight down his spine. Never in his life has he ever been called something so debasing. To be referred to as a mere boy was like he was being put in his place, but at the same time he felt like it WAS his place. He was the one not acting towards his potential. He was the one who was walked on over by his ex and now he actually had a chance to try something new!

Drew took the in one hand and immediately gulped it down and he looked at Urog with what appeared to be a bratty look of defiance. The look was quickly replaced by curiosity which took a turn towards a grimace. The taste was otherworldly to say the least. A combination of earthy tones that reminded Drew of mahogany all the way to a smokiness. And where did that meaty bite come from? Then there was the obvious alcohol taste at the end that seemed to linger even after he swallowed it.

"Woooo!" Drew exclaimed when he swallowed the mixture. A new taste rose up after...something salty. "My god....wow."

"Oooo, someone's got a pair," Urog commented with a chuckle as he watched Drew smack his lips.

Drew was about to say something when he felt the liquid settle in his stomach. A bizarre warmth began to spread though his body and move towards his appendages. Drew's mouth opened out and he gave what sounded like a small bleat before putting his hands over his mouth.

"What the hell was that?" Drew asked when he slowly brought his hands back down towards the bar.

Urog laughed, beginning to pour another shot. His hand was of the same precision and accuracy as before. "Nothing to worry about, I promise."

"Are you..." A small hiccup separated the sentence. "Are you sure? I feel strange...like really warm."

"I promise."

Drew had slight disagreements with the bartender's words, especially since that warmth from before started to spread around his body. It felt like a pair of hands, kneading his muscle and working it. Starting to pant as if he had been running for a while, Drew noticed a cup sliding his way. The glass was full of cool water.

Noticing the human's worried expression, Urog gave that warm smile that seemed to say that everything was alright before smiling warmly. "I'll make sure you have a great night. I won't give you anything you won't enjoy. Now, how about another hit of...medicine." Urog nudged the shot forward, watching Drew carefully like a caring father.

Meanwhile, a groan followed by a quick grunt echoed through the bar as the satyr took his conquest. Kurden lunged forward and caught himself at first when the satyr bucked into him, his ten inches of pure man sinking deep inside. Strangely enough, the hardcore gay sex that was going on at that pool table was completely in the background of what appeared to be simple bar discussions and laughter as well as the crack of pool balls hitting into one another...among other things. The grunts, groans, and absolutely wet and sloppy sex that the saliva from the satyr created was the minority compared to the casual nature of everyone else.

Drew did not hear any of it; however, and was downing the glass of water sent to him. As he drank, the changes that were beginning to occur to him on the metabolic level were starting to become more noticable. In the minutes after he took the shot, his stomach had already begun to craft into a six pack that Drew had only imagined he could achieve from his hard work in the gym.

His legs appeared more lean and tone and his facial features were becoming leaner and more pronounced. While the changes slowly began to make their way through Drew's body, the magic of the bar seemed to hone in on and strengthen it. Although there were other minor muscular changes, the main one that came to mind was the pull at his nose and that warmth getting more and more prominent.

"So, do I have to pay for this one?" Drew asked as he reached forward to take his index finger and circle the top of the shot glass. "Or is this another one that's because you like me so much."

Drew could feel the alcohol beginning to have its effects which helped numb the feeling of his feet beginning to expand in size and his toenails begin to fill with dark black keratin. The fur began to creep up his leg, the color of it tan and caramel colored like the inside of a candy bar.

"This one is on me as well," Urog stated with a glimmer in his eyes as his eyes glanced down quick enough to catch the brown color of the fur make its way up Drew's ankle. "You seem like you need to loosen up more."

Although he was feeling a bit uncomfortable with the obvious sex going behind him, the calm gaze that Urog gave him along with his overarching presence was as calming as it was grounding. Drew's whole life seemed to have turned upside down when his girlfriend broke up with him and now he kept getting offered a chance to explore and try new things! Maybe it was the alcohol that was now effecting his perception, but he grabbed the shot glass and lifted it up towards his lips.

Down went the second shot. This one was easier to go down than the first and he found himself grimacing far less. Drew looked at Urog to see the orc was watching him with that devilish smile. That familiar warmth came back and this time felt like it punched him in the gut when the liquid reached his stomach.

Within a couple of seconds, Urog had the water cup from before filled and ready for Drew, but the human wasn't thirsty even though he was sweating bullets. His body was on fire and each of his nerves were shooting off. The warmth from before felt like an inferno crashing over him like a lava wave and Drew felt the need to get up off the barstool.

"Hey uh...I don't feel so good," Drew mentioned as he held his stomach, his arm pushing up against his new muscular abs. The fur now was moving over his legs, the muscle and bone stretching and growing at an alarming rate.

As Drew began to stand, Urog placed a hand gently on the human's shoulder and looked him straight in his eyes. "You should sit and enjoy yourself. Let the alcohol sit for a while. I promise it will be pleasurable to just relax...and take it slow."

The cool, collected, and slow and deep voice that Urog had made Drew immediately sit back down. The serious expression that Urog had quickly melted into a smile once again. "That's a good boy. Don't forget to drink your water..."

Drew's vision began to tunnel and his fingers gripped the bar counter. The intensity of the heat was reaching a high feverish level and he closed his eyes. Although the heat was there, the massive amounts of pressure that started along his chest and ballooned outward pushed like rowers in a kanoo. Every "push" from the pressure spiraled into unpresented changes.

Growing right before Urog's eyes, Drew went from his modest height of 5'10" to shooting up several more inches to 6'5". His musculature in his pecs become more defined than ever before and his clothes let out an audible rip sound.

"Oooo, there we go. Here..." Urog said with a deep rumble as he pulled away the human's shirt off his body. The material was on so snug that it immediately tore into bits and pieces. Drew kicked off his shoes without thinking and his socks, pants, and underwear followed the same fate as his shirt.

Although he was completely naked, he was so transfixed on the pressure and heat that he had no idea that he started to get an audience. Kurden and the satyr were still fucking like rabbits, the orc somehow now on the pool table with his back on top of it and ass in the air. People still played around him, having a casual conversation as the satyr pounded into him relentlessly. The load that he pumped into the orc was being pushed out by the tremendous force that the satyr hilted into him with and the wet and sloppy sounds were even more prominent.

Still, life went on and Drew caught the attention of a certain tiger nearby who was watching with adamant curiosity. His eyes were orange and intense and he took a puff from the cigar he had in his mouth. His eyes were ones of a predator and the transformation that Drew was going through and the moans and groans coming from the human were music to his ears.

Drew continued his changes, the fur finally covering his full body. His heartbeat in his skull pulsed violently which signaled a rush of blood upward to his head. His groan turned into a long bleat as his nose and mouth extended outward into a full muzzle and his tongue and teeth quickly rearranged themselves and became proportional to the rest of his body.

Two nubs that grew out of Drew's head grew out further and further and more started to branch out from the main "trunk." The material was hard and chipped slightly as the growing process continued, but Drew could feel each throb of pressure marking another inch his new antlers managed to push outward.

His manhood, balls, and ass were not safe from the transformation either. Although the brown fur covered most of his body, snow white fur grew in his chest, abs, and groin region. From the inside of his thighs to up his butt and to his tail, the white pattern added a small "heart" shape to his now incredible muscular glutes. His back grew outward and his hips formed a more hourglass pattern which added a nice curve; perfect for wandering hands to grab onto.

Urog simply watched the transformation, whispering small amounts of encouragement to Drew.

"You look so handsome. You'll be a prize buck here, Drew. I promise you are almost done...and it looks like someone else has come out to play..."

Urog's eyes glanced downward to see Drew's member was engorged and huge. As thick as a beercan but rivaling the satyr's manhood which was pounding in Kurden's ass, Drew's cock was spectacular to behold and sat above two very large and very full pairs of balls.

"T-the heat...it feels....amazing," Drew managed to say out as he gave another small and this time weaker bleat as his body began to slow down. His metabolism and heart rate began to decrease, the muscle no longer forming in huge amounts. His breathing started to slow and Drew found himself slumping over the bar drooling over the counter while Urog grinned up above him and played with his newly transformed right ear. It felt soft to the touch.

"That's a good boy. Just enjoy it," Urog said softly, almost to a whisper so that Drew would be the only one to hear. "Enjoy the rut."

Drew felt his energy begin to return and he found himself leaning upward. Urog stepped away to give Drew some space and made sure that the now changed human could get a good view of the mirror just behind the bar.

. Did Urog just say rut? No...that couldn't be. He wasn't some feral animal...was he? Not like that tiger that was eyeing him like a piece of meat and his antlers could definitely be twelve points at least.

Seeing his reflection in one of the mirrors, Drew's eyes went wide in shock. He was a deer! A literal deer that...apparently stood on two legs? And so fucking huge! Literally huge everywhere if his now giant dick had anything to say about it. His biceps bulged outward! Weird. He was rendered speechless, his body slowly starting to come down from a whirlwind of a high, but that warmth was still there.

This want and aching need.

This rut.

The problem being that Drew did not know what he needed and there was still alcohol in those shots so hopefully whatever could get rid of the heat burning up inside him did not require to do anything too physical.

And oh boy was he wrong because what the night had in store for him was going to be very physical indeed.

Right when Drew was admiring his huge cock and balls in the mirror and turning around to check out his rump with the cute diamond tail just above it, the satyr was finishing himself up right inside of Kurden. The hairy beast on top of Kurden grunted and groaned, hilting as deep as he possibly could before unloading in six very hard throbs leading into six very thick and hot shots of cum being injected straight up into the orc.

Kurden groaned as he was filled to almost the brim and unleashed his own load all over his beautiful green and muscular chest. The mixture of sweat and cum could practically be smelled anywhere in near proximity and Drew's sensitive new sense of smell caught every whiff while his ears swiveled curiously towards the deep moaning.

_"Fuck, that is exactly what I need," _Drew thought to himself, but shook his head. He wasn't gay, though and found himself looking around the bar, his cock unashamedly standing tall at attention and the tiger from before looking at it and licking his lips.

For him, venison looked to be on the menu.

"You doing okay, boy?"

Urog's velvety voice cut through the fog clogging Drew's mind.

"Minus being turned into a deer, perfect," Drew said sarcastically as he looked into Urog's purple eyes. "Give me one reason how you haven't been sued into oblivion."

Shrugging, Urog chuckled. "Most lawyers that come here find it irresistible..."

The warmth of the emotions inside of him was quickly switched to anger. "And give me one reason then why I shouldn't leave?"

A ghost of a frown was able to be pulled from Urog's expression and Drew found himself slightly intimated before that jolly smile came back again. "Because I know you won't. And because you enjoyed the drink I picked for you. A lot it seems."

Drew followed Urog's eyes to his cock. The member was rock hard and now leaking all over the bar's floor. The once human blushed bright red, his caramel fur turning rosey for a moment.

"Will this wear off?"

"Only if you want it in your heart of hearts. The magic knows when its...host is no longer wanting to harbor it," Urog started with a draw to his voice and gave a side-eye to Drew as he cleaned the two shot glasses from before with careful precision.

"And I have a feeling you would not have put up with this place if you didn't want an experience, my friend," Urog said matter-of-fact as he grabbed another bottle from the top shelf.

Giving a frown, Drew fell silent.

"If you walk out now, I won't blame you," Urog added. "You'll return to your old life, you'll give up this new body of yours, and everything will be back to normal...and you'll be without your girl."

Although Urog did not intend the last bit to be a threat, the last words stung worse than all the rest. To be honest, Drew loved his body, but this one brimmed with power and new possibilities. Drew looked back at his reflection to see the brown eyes from before sparkling with new life and energy and his naked body was so easy on even his own eyes.

"So, are you going to sit, boy or walk out on this new experience?"

Drew's fists clenched for a moment. Never had he been challenged so directly and yet by someone so...commanding. Although the door to leave was only a few footsteps and sweaty, muscular bodies away, the deer gave a huff and simply sat back down again.

The silence between the two was somewhat lengthy as Drew scanned the bar again. The lighter area of the bar still had a chit chat about it and Drew noticed there was no clock to be found. He had no idea how long he had been down in this...bar cellar for lack of a better term. Drew's eyes then fell upon a darker area of the bar, booths pushed off to the side and only what appeared to be more shadowy figures moving about. That peeked his interest and momentarily moved his mind away from Urog for a moment. He could smell a strong scent coming from other there; one that was covered in a layer of musk.

Urog got done serving the tiger from before and another orc before moving his attention back to Drew. "Ahh, you don't want to go back there yet. I know you are neck deep in your rut, but just let it simmer. It will be better in the end."

Drew looked up to see the orc's attention was back solely on him, that smirk back on his face.

"How is this place not under federal regulation?" Drew asked, his fingers tapping on the hard wood of the bar counter. "You think that our government would know about it?"

"They don't," Urog mentioned off-handedly. "I operate the bar incognito. That's why you had a password before you came in. I only choose certain individuals to partake."

Drew frowned. "I'm curious what you found in me in particular. I'm just a normal guy with a normal life."

"On the contrary. I think you are a handsome boy and my elixirs are just crafting you into what you wish...deep, deep down."

"To be an animal?" Drew mentioned with a chuckle, his shyness coming through at being complimented. "Weird way to go about my needs."

"No, to be free."

Drew fell silent at the answer. Out of everything he wanted, it did feel somewhat liberating to be something truly different. Something that was outside of his normal and allowed him to express himself. Far as he knew, he was no longer Drew, but something entirely different.

"I think you might have me mixed with someone else," Drew said half-heartedly.

Urog shook his head. "My instincts have not led me astray yet when it comes to my customers. Lighten up! Look around at all the things you could be doing! There's billiards, alcohol, and you can socialize!"

"Yeah, and end up like Kurden with a goat cock up his ass."

"Satyr," Urog pronounced slowly. "Not a goat. Completely different. And I didn't say you have sex with anyone...and yet you still sit here as if waiting for something..."

Drew rolled his eyes. "Tell me about your bar and business. I felt like I walked down several flights of stairs to get down here. There's gotta be more going on upstairs."

Urog's smile grew wide. "Ahhh, so the little buck is curious now...alright then."

Clearing his throat, Urog began, "The bar was here when I moved here. Just kinda did some renovation and added my own....flare." Motioning around to the gothic architecture, Urog had a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "A little magic can go a long way in making something your own, but it's a matter of controlling it."

"Why is your clientele so...exotic? I see hardly any humans," Drew commented, looking around to see various species, builds, and creatures.

"This is a refuge for people who are outcasts. Ones that did not get what they needed which I provide. Some people call me their...Chieftain. I provide them food, shelter, and a place to stay and in return I only ask for service."

Urog's face grew serious. "Some people don't like places like this where people can be what they want without worry. I make sure to train my tribe to defend what I have created."

"A....bar? You have a trained militia to defend a place that sells alcohol and that is incredibly gay?" Drew mentioned with a laugh.

"Did you listen to what I said, boy?" Urog stated with punctuality. "I provide shelter and food for outcasts. Each of these people in here were plagued by something in their human state. Some came as far from human as you could possibly imagine. I did not just create a bar because above me are stories of apartments where people live rent-free. They are my tribe...my legacy."

Giving a long sigh, Urog said, "I'm sorry. I care about these people and I don't appreciate being the butt of a joke."

"Y-yes, sir," Drew said quickly, not even realizing the last bit that he added in. "I didn't mean to offend."

Urog nodded, his mood getting a bit better. "Yes, I know."

"So, why a gay bar...errrr, tribe?" Drew asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. The twinkle in Urog's eyes told him that he was forgiven.

"Well, not everyone is gay, but...we all have our preferences and my clients are chosen because they have a certain tick about them that makes them more open to exploration like your friend Kurden over there."

Kurden was busy tending to another orc who was lining up his shot in the pool table. Kurden was underneath the table and was in a kneeled position. It seemed the other orc, a beefier and older orc with a full beard had his jeans unzipped and Kurden was sucking lewdly on the prize outside of the zipper.

"Yeah..." Drew mentioned, watching as Kurden's mouth worked around his lover's cock. The other orc was simply chatting with the satyr who had his fill of Kurden only moments ago and at the same time was lining up his shot to start a new billiard's game. Why was he finding the scene so...alluring again? Part of him wanted to be in the older's orcs' place and his cock ageed, jumping in between his legs and with a bit of pre trailing down over his huge balls.

"He was a drug kingpin and was getting into my tribe's territory so I took him in and changed him for the better and now he serves my community. Most importantly, he serves me and he enjoys it. Much like you, he can leave whenever he feels, but....all have stayed so far, buck boy."

"H..how did you...?"

"Convince someone so deep in crime to join? Well, remember that I have a knack for discovering attributes that will help our tribe. If he was some regular thug, then I would have probably sent my tribe out to deal with him...and I see that look, no not kill them," Urog stated plainly.

"Just convince them to move out of our territory," Urog continued as he reached forward, his hand lightly brushing across Drew's back. The fur was soft on his hands, but right under was hard and developed muscle.

Drew registered the touch, but was so focused on Kurden. How could a drug dealer turn into some gay stud? It didn't make any sense and yet...part of it did make sense. If Urog got him to take a shot to turn into a deer, what makes Kurden any more able to withstand Urog's charms.

The hand began to move upward to Drew's shoulder and the buck shivered as Urog's hand gripped his right shoulder firmly, but not so much so to cause pain. Drew's cock continued to leak, the stream of pre becoming thicker and the heat that washed over his body that much harder to ignore as Urog lightly massaged his right shoulder to dig into the muscle.

"H-how do you make all these drinks?" Drew asked, trying to change the subject. His back was to Urog and he watched Kurden follow the orc and gulp down the orc's massive spire between his legs once again with hardly a gag. A second hand was added to the buck's left shoulder and Urog gave a pleased rumble when Drew visibly relaxed to his touch. The rut, magic, and alcohol was starting to run its delicious course.

"I have a mixing lab in the back. Every person you see here had one of my drinks at least once. I make sure the mixture is perfect and then I add my little pinch of something truly special that makes the drink perfect," Urog stated with a purr to his voice as he felt the buck physically relax and slump a bit in his stool.

The heat was getting to Drew and his body had small droplets of sweat begin to form and move down between each curve and dip in his musculature. Although sweat was dripping onto the barstool, it was wicked off by whatever special material they were made of and Urog delighted in the fact that Drew had such an earthy musk. It was nearly irresistible.

One side effect of the buckshot is that a buck in heat has a subconscious effect on the people nearby, making them more open to Drew's advances. But like the majestic buck in the wild, Drew was the one who ultimately got to choose who would receive his load. He was the stud and everyone else was ultimately a reservoir for his load.

But right now, Urog's touch was sending an electric shock up his spine that shook through him and made his fur stand upward. The orc's right hand moved away from his shoulder and moved down towards the buck's chest and started to play with one of his nipples. Ever so gently, he took Drew's right nipple in between his index and thumb and lightly pinched and tugged on it. The nub responded by growing harder and Drew had to bite his lower lip to stifle a moan as the left hand moved down to start the same treatment.

Drew's cock was pulsating violently between his legs and the tiger nearby simply watched with growing interest. His right arm pivoted back and forth as he pleasured himself while his left arm rested on the bar. What Drew couldn't see was the gleaming silver of the tiger's cockring which sat at the base and kept his member turgid and full to the brim with blood. The tiger's left hand held the his head up and he watched the show with his nostrils flared. He took in the scent with a predatory growl as Urog moved away from the buck's nipples up towards his pectorals and starting to massage them and feel the muscle.

Although Drew knew this probably was completely across the line when it came to gay activity, his mind was too far pent up to care. He

"You are coming along so nice, buck boy," Urog chuckled before teasingly stepping away and turned around to face the wall of bottles. "How about another round? On me once again, of course and this time, I'll add a bit more flavor."

Drew had to keep himself from reaching back over the bar and grabbing Urog by his suit collar and tell him to continue. That burning feeling was going to eat him alive if he didn't get some help with his problem and his cock was continuously leaking and hopping between his legs.

When Drew turned around in the barstool, the way too happy orc was already garnishing his drink, the liquid a nice ruby red color. A long shishkebab held strawberries, pineapple chunks, and blueberries. Urog tenderly sprinkled sugar on the rim of the glass, the white marble container for the fine powder practically manifesting itself out of thin air from Drew's perspective.

"And...voila!" Urog said spectacularly while Drew simply stared at the drink and then back at Urog.

"Will this drink get rid of my boner?" Drew said with a huff as he eyeballed it curiously before leaning over to sniff it. It smelled like any alcoholic cocktail and was even put in a martini glass. It was surprisingly cute and Drew's stomach gave a small rumble. The fruit looked so appetizing and it wouldn't hurt to try one of the fruits on the outside....

"Not exactly. It'll make you more open to males. Makes you wish to please them and in turn, please you."

Drew's mouth fell open. "So, this makes me gay?"

"Yep," Urog stated matter of factly.

"And...I'm straight. Why do you think this drink called out to me?"

Urog raised and eyebrow and said nothing. Drew knew exactly what that look meant. "No...no no..."

"Yes," Urog said with a chuckle. "I told you that I have a knack for it."

Drew just looked dumbfounded. "Uh huh. Will I have control over myself?"

"Complete control. This just takes your desires and amplifies them into what you want. Once those desires run dry, then the drink has done its work and you can walk right out the door of the bar."

"And has anyone ever wanted to go back?"

"Now, you know the answer to that," Urog chuckled as he leaned forward and looked at Drew straight in the eyes. "I promise I would never give anything to hurt you."

Frowning, Drew looked down at the drink.

Before the buck even thought anything of it, he had already popped a strawberry that was just barely holding onto the wooden shishkebab into his mouth. And wow, that was some fresh fruit. It tasted better than a normal strawberry due to the sweet alcohol it sat in for just a moment.

"That's a good boy," Urog said with a smile and a wink. "Again, you need to learn to enjoy the warmth. After all, if you leave then you'll never get to experience such a thing again."

There's that word again...experience. Drew was experiencing something, but he was in the middle of a gay bar and part of him wondered what a women would think of his form. Maybe she would be into it? Ugh, doesn't matter. He was stuck with an incredible hard cock and his throat was feeling kind of parched and that fruit was kinda good. And maybe...just maybe he could like pleasuring a male...or being pleasured by one.

But that feeling of just letting go and letting a beast of a man control him for a night would definitely be an experience.

Ahh, what the hell?

Drew absentmindedly took a few sips of the cocktail and damn. He had fruity drinks before but this one was otherworldly. Whatever the orc had mixed together, he must have used something unfamiliar to Drew because the buck kept licking his lips to try to piece together what was in it.

"Wow...this is actually really good," Drew admitted plainly and outload. Urog raised an eyebrow.

"Ahh? Finally kicking up a bit and pulling that stick out of your ass?" Urog joked.

"Ha...yeah, whatever," Drew shrugged as he took another sip of the drink. Damn, the alcohol was starting to get to him. He began to scan his surroundings once again to see the satyr that was with Kurden earlier talking to a minotaur.

Although their backs were towards him, he could see the minotaur's balls bouncing between his legs as the satyr slowly jerked him off. The way the bull's back flexed and his muscles in his ass squeezed whenever a good spot was rubbed made Drew blush but the buck watched, his head looking past the tiger nearby who was licking his lips and watching Drew with that same intense look of longing.

When Drew was done having his fill of the satyr and minotaur starting off slow, his eyes moved over towards the tiger. The man had shifted his weight, sitting a bit off the seat and it was just at the corner of the bar that Drew could now make out his cock. Drew gasped, watching the hand move along the thick shaft and his balls slap against the leather of the seat. Drew's heightened senses could pick up the vibrations coming from the feline and he could smell his arousal. Fuck, his musk smelled so very good.

Urog simply watched at first, but then woke Drew up from his lustful fog by saying, "You know, you can go over and tell him hello."

It was as if the buck was dunked in a pool of ice cold water and turned his chair back to face the orc.

"N-no," Drew hesitated with a blush. "No! Just give me some time to get used to everything."

"Remember why you decided to come down here-"

"Yes! I know...sir," Drew said, not even realizing that the last word left his lips.

Drew took another drink of the cocktail.

And he resumed looking back over to his left to watch the tiger's hand turn into a blur of motion. His cock ring jingled and he looked the buck up and down to assess him.

"By the way, his name is Diego," Urog mentioned, close enough that Drew could feel his hot breath on his ear. "One of my fiercest and loyal men."

Drew was getting the fierce part down, especially when the tiger rose off his chair. His tail flicked back and forth as he walked. Adjusting his harness, the tiger gave a low purr that sounded almost like a growl and his member wobbled between his legs.

In what sounded like a smooth accent that Drew had never heard of, Diego said, "May I have a seat?"

His eyes glowed in the lowlight and Drew blushed. The buck's heart was heavy in his chest and he gave a hesitant nod. "Y-yes..."

Diego smiled, his fangs poking out from his lips and he put a finger just below Drew's chin. "Good boy. I'm gonna sit right here..."

Diego took advantage of Drew's surprised state to sit on his lap, his naked ass hotdogging the buck's thick and engorged cock. The fur felt so soft and the muscle cushioned his maleness between the globes. Instinctively, Drew's hands moved to the tiger's rump and pulled him up. Diego's legs flanked the buck's thighs and Drew found himself keeping the muscular tiger on his lap with ease. The purring coming from the feline reverberated through him and he shivered before giving an audible moan when Diego gyrated his hips.

"Heh, seems the kitty likes you," Urog commented with a chuckle. "Mmm, a drink and a show. What could be better for you, buck boy?"

Drew blushed, the fog of the rut keeping him mildly occupied. Fuck, this was so very gay, but...damn. He could feel the tiger's cock slap against his abs and pre rub down the muscle, but part of him didn't care. The way he moved was of expert precision and the amount of self-control it took not to roll his hips against the tiger was extraordinary. Diego had grabbed his drink, reaching out to offer it to Drew.

"You'll need this...for stamina."

"But, it's alcohol. How will that....nnnngh.....help?"

"Trust Diego," the tiger said with a mischievous smile as he brought his hips down exceptionally hard to hear Drew's sweet moans. "Helps with your sex drive too. And I know how much you want to get off, little deer."

Drew took what Diego said into consideration and drank a large swig of the alcohol. The tiger politely took it back and placed it on the bar counter. Looking over at Urog, the tiger gave a smile. "May I have some fun with him, my Chieftain? I won't marinate the venison too much."

"You may, Diego."

Giving a grin, Diego leaned forward to whisper directly into Drew's ear, "You hear that little buck? This kitty gets to play..."

The pain that Drew felt when Diego nibbled on his ear was quickly washed away by the intense pleasure that came with it. God, he didn't care if it was gay at this point and did not care if it was alcohol or magic talking. He needed to get off and need someone to do it.

Purring, Diego got up off of Drew which got a pathetic whine from the deer. The tiger kneeled before his pre, licking up Drew's leg and watching him closely as he slowly made his way between. Urog was watching intently as the tongue smoothly worked past the buck's inner thigh until it got to his balls and he began to lick across them with earnest.

Drew's left hand moved to the bar and the other moved to Diego's head as the tiger took one of his balls in his mouth. Gripping the counter of the bar, Drew stiffened up when the tiger popped the now slobbery right orb out of his mouth and licked up the buck's stiff shaft.

Urog leaned close across the counter to Drew and began to rub his shoulders once again. "You are doing great. Let the drink take its time. Relax."

Pulling his chin towards him, Urog stared into Drew's brown eyes and the buck looked back at those beautiful purple ones. Immediately, he felt a sense of peace and calm. The sensations bombarding him felt even more intense and Drew thought he would cum right then when the tongue reached to the head of his cock. Giving small whines that turned in full on moans, Drew's head was spinning topsy turvy. It was like it was his first time again and all the sensations were even more intense then before.

Drew leaned towards Urog, his lips inches from the orcs and Urog simply smirked when he saw the buck's eyes flutter. "Do what feels natural, boy. What do you want?"

Giving a small, lustful smile, Drew nodded and brushed his lips against the orc. Urog waited for a few more seconds. "That's it, boy."

Fuck, the orc smelled so good to the buck. It just felt so...right. Or maybe it was the fact that Diego was sucking down his cock like it was the last thing on earth to give him sustenance. Whatever. If it was the tiger's warm and wet maw or Urog's calm expression, the buck moved even more forward and shifted his body so he could kiss the orc passionately on the lips. Now, Urog moved away from the buck's shoulders and placed one hand on his left cheek and the other found a nipple.

Diego still sucked, his own cock hard and throbbing as he shifted himself to the left and practically shoved himself under the bar counter when Drew turned to face Urog. The buck did not even realize he came until he was shuddering and Diego's gulps sounded off from below. Drew didn't know how much he shot off, but it was incredible how much he produced. Six, seven, eight...his balls just kept pushing more and more out.

The electric shocks of his climax were nothing compared to the heat that was still raging inside of him. When Diego pulled away and jacked off Drew's still hard member, the splashes of cum that rained down onto his furry chest made him chuckle and he pointed the firehose down at his abs.

When Drew was finally done, the tiger was purring very loudly. His tail flicked back and forth and he looked up to see the bottom of Drew's muzzle completely locked with Urog's. The two made out, the view tantalizing from down below and Diego simply nuzzled up against Drew's cock and balls.

When Drew unlatched his mouth with Urog, a trail of spit connected their lips and the big orc smirked. "Now that is how you should say hello to me from this point forward. Turn around and rest your arms on the bar and scoot back so your butt hangs off, boy."

Drew was under Urog's spell and barely questioned the move. The drink was starting to work it's course and he felt his hips widen ever so slightly and his muscular rump begin to develop just a bit of fat to give his ass a bit of cushion. Diego watched from down below as Drew turned in the swivel chair and scooted backwards. His fluffy white tail flicked upward instinctually and his rump was spread just enough on the chair that Diego could see the prize up above; a winking deer hole just ripe for the taking. The tiger licked his lips and started to move forward.

"Like this...sir?" Drew said as he felt a warm puff of air on his asscheeks which slowly and painsteakingly moved towards his exposed hole. Drew shifted a bit, his straightness slowly melting away as his inhibitions began to fade. Drew noticed no one was actively watching like Diego before, but some gave glances and knowing grins. For some strange reason, Drew liked it that they watched.

"Yes, like that buck boy."

Drew felt a hand underneath his chin gently move his head to the right and he was immediately kissed once again. The hand that was underneath his chin rubbed his abs, spreading the cum around and creating a nice musky, warm mess. The other hand tweaked Drew's left nipple, making him moan and roll his hips forward. The rutting buck's still leaky cock dripped onto the chair and floor below.

And at that moment, Diego began to lick across Drew's hole.

Fuck, that was a weird sensation! The wet appendage snaked across Drew's hole and the buck found himself gasping in Urog's kiss. It was as strange as it was pleasurable and so very erotic. One of his most personal zones now being licked across as if it was a tasty snack and Drew found himself rolling his hips back harder with each sloppy kiss and slurp Diego applied to his hole.

"Mmmmf....nnnngh....blech," Drew moaned as Urog removed his tongue from the buck's mouth and stared into his eyes. Not even realizing Urog had moved his hand back under his chin, Drew found himself being moved to look back out over the lobby of the bar. His moans were unashamed by now and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as Diego continued noisily eating him out.

"You are being prepped, my buck boy," Urog said sensually. He nibbled on Drew's small ear which earned him a small gasp. "Prepped for my favorite part of welcoming horny buck boys to my tribe."

Drew nodded, but barely registered what Urog was saying. The pleasure was incredible and his cock was responding accordingly. Diego had come sometime in the rimming, his orange and black fur streaked with his jizz. Drew could smell it mixing with the manly musk of the bar and found himself leaning back against it. Whatever Urog had given him, he was leaning into it whole hardily. He wanted more....

He needed more.

"Are you going to..."

Drew looked over at Urog with lust in his eyes, the fire behind them a combination of blues and pinks from the neon hues of the bar.

"Yes," Urog said plainly. "But only if you want it. Do you want it, buck boy? Do you want to be part of my tribe?"

Drew paused for a moment. He had family. He had friends and a future outside of this place to think about, but he also looked around to see a bunch of smiling, happy faces. Each one apart of something unique and tailored to them. Something that was beyond comprehension.

"Will I ever be able to leave and come back?"

Urog gave a warm smile. "Of course. I can hide your form with a simple glamour spell. But you will be changed and you will be mine...forever. And I do expect you to help out around here. It's not all fun and games, my sweet buck boy. But I don't think that will be an issue."

"Then I want it," Drew replied. "I want it more than anything..."

Urog simply nodded and grabbed the buck below his arms and heaved.

Drew was lifted up over the bar as if he weighed no more than a bag of flour and put safely back down behind the bar. He was turned around and Urog kissed him once again. The two's lips smacked together and their tongues danced as they made out openly. Urog was fully in control of the situation, his hands moving across Drew's body and fur and Drew had no idea what to touch.

That was, until Urog grabbed his wrist and led him where to go. Drew's hand moved down across the orc's suit and towards his pants. Drew could feel the muscle underneath the clothing and the sinew flex and move. When his hand found Urog's crotch, Drew's muffled surprise was all that needed to be said.

Urog was huge.

The tube of man that was between his legs was more akin to a spire than anything. He was thicker than Drew and Diego and very, very hard. Drew's hand was then moved up to Urog's belt and the buck needed no direction as to what the orc wanted. He unlatched the belt with surprising knowledge and the fancy dress pants simply fell to the floor in a heap. The orc chuckled in their kiss when Drew's eyes went from closed to opening and tried to glance a peek at the tight brief clad bulge that his hands were now coping a feel of.

"Alright, alright. Slow your roll there, boy," Urog said with humor in his voice after he pulled away from their hot kiss. "Just take your time. Enjoy it."

"Yes sir," Drew said as he felt across the bulge. Every curve and deep was perfect and those balls would be something he never dreamed of coming into contact with, but damn. He would put any horse or bull to shame. The musk was mouthwatering and Drew found himself sniffing down at the bulge and around Urog's neck and chest to get more of that wonderful scent.

"Good boy," Urog cooed as Drew nuzzled up into his neck. "Now, let me get my suit and shoes off."

Drew did not not realize he meant by magic until they were engulfed in deep, royal purple flames. They disappeared, not burned into cinders and the buck found himself staring at an almost naked demon orc besides the briefs around his waist.

The hairy chest, abs, arms, and crotch were just the icing on the cake. He was a proud specimen of manliness and muscle all rolled into one and the buck found himself drooling a bit as Urog placed a hand on his right shoulder.

"Turn around, boy and present yourself for daddy orc," Urog said sultry.

"Yes sir."

Drew did as he was told, turning around and lifting up his tail with a deep red blush. He never imagined himself doing this in a million years, but here he was being more gay than he ever anticipated and all for a massive male who was probably going to wreck him. God, why was he so hard and turned on? And why did he not care? He wanted him more than ever and his cock was just the external representation of that desire. That heat _ate_at him now. He needed something inside of him or he felt he would explode.

Drew did not even jump when he felt a hand on his back, feeling around until it rested on his rump. There was a tender squeeze and then Drew felt something huge and hot push between his cheeks. He gave a grunt, his hips naturally bucking against it and feeling every curve and dip. God, Urog was a beast.

When his rump dipped low enough, he could feel Urog's balls brush up against his ass and knew the contents were filled to the brim and ready to be deposited into a willing hole. The heat kept eating at him and he moved back up to line the tip right up with his hole. Urog kept his composure and put a hand gently on Drew's shoulder before leaning forward to let his weight fall on top of the buff and now susceptible buck.

"Don't worry about the first part of this. The magic of this place helps with that...just relax."

Drew did as he was told, making sure to take long deep breaths. His heart was beating hard in his ears and he found his nerves beginning to bubble up to the surface. Fuck, what if this does split him in two? He was such a big orc...which was precisely why he wanted him in the first place. Damn his insatiable need!

"Yes sir," Drew said obediently. He hissed when he felt the tip push against the ring of muscle firmly. The pressure was there, but no burning sensation thank goodness. Drew didn't know how much his virgin ass could....

Pop.

"OH!" Drew vocalized. "Oh....wow...."

Like being submerged in hot water, his nerves sang out in glory as Urog sunk into him. The pressure was electrifying and the way his body just tightened around the member that was now pushing into him was blissfully satisfying. The saliva from Diego was doing its trick and Urog was already moving into him with masculine grunts and growls.

"Damn, you like that, buck boy?" Urog said with a chuckle. "Needed a big orc to take you for a ride?"

"Yessssssss, please sir," Drew moaned outward. "Please keep going. It feels so good!"

Urog rumbled pleasantly and continued to roll his hips. Inch after inch of that green, throbbing cock sank deeper and deeper into its newest sheath. The pressure that Drew was feeling began to subside and instead replaced itself with an overwhelming pleasure. The electric sensation was back but this time in full force and made his legs shake. The orc took note and simply squeezed Drew's cheeks and gave them a teasing slap.

Yipping, Drew licked the drool that was forming off his lips and starting to roll his hips back to meet Urog's thrusts. More and more of the orc's cock disappeared inside of the deer and Urog felt the needy male squeeze around his member as if trying to push him out, but only managed to suck him further inside. Finally, Urog's balls met Drew's. The buck's furry pair brushing up against Urog's hairy ones.

Drew was a mewling mess, his fingers gripping the wood of the bar tightly and Urog had a mixture of relief and bliss across his face.

"Mmmm, you feel so wonderful," Urog grunted out. "Now the real fun can begin."

Drew barely had time to register what that meant before Urog was pulling out of him. The buck wanted to protest, his body already getting used to the feeling of the foreign invader rummaging through him, but quickly gave up any thought of it when Urog thrusted back in ever so slowly. That pressure was back once again as Urog filled him up but the electric that shot through him was just as delightful.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Drew moaned out.

"Now that is a good sound to hear," Urog replied witley when his balls were pushed right back up against Drew's.

Urog did this motion several times and Drew's cock jumped and pulsed each and every time. More and more pre drooled out and that heat that was bubbling inside of him quelled with each push in and fired up with each pull out. It was like he was on a seesaw of devilish pleasure with one side spearing him with an orc cock and the way down leaving him wanting more.

"Ple-please....give me more," Drew begged.

"With pleasure," Urog growled as he began to speed up his movements.

Urog balls started to slap against his now which was punctuated by an even duller sound of Urog's hips slamming against his ass. Drew's tail flagged upward as high as it could go and the buck was a yelping and whimpering mess as Urog began to move towards a more suitable plowing speed.

"Let me know if it is ever too much my little buck," Urog said while holding back his pants. Sweat started to form across his muscles and glimmered on the black hairs of his chest and abs. "Because I can always slow it down."

"N-no! AHH! God, this feels amazing!" Drew groaned out.

Urog was putting his buck through the ringer and his massive member moved in and out of the buck with expert precision. His hips rocked back and forth as Urog pounded into him with surprising depth and precision. The sounds of their lovemaking was so loud that it reverberated through the bar area and knowing grins looked towards the duo.

Although he was blushing, Drew was loving every second Urog's massive cock rubbed up against him. Those electric shocks were jumping straight to his cock with each push into him and each movement out.

The musk was overwhelming at this point. The smell of man permiated every surface and filled Drew's nose. Diego was now leaned up against the counter, his golden eyes watching Drew with a high amount of interest and the purring in his voice vocalizing his arousal. His own ass was now being played with; Kurden was fingering him and also standing right beside the counter. His hairy chest was covered in cum which added a nice glistening to his green skin.

"New boy is doing well," Kurden said to Diego. "I envy him."

Diego kept quiet, pushing his ass back as he put his head in his hands with a dreamy look on his face. Meanwhile, Drew was rocking back and forth as he was rutted like he had never been before. He was a needy buck and was getting his fill. The pre that leaked into him must have been substantial because Urog's cock was now pistoning in and out of him like his entire passageway was lubricated.

"I'm getting real close, boy," Urog growled. "Are you ready for my first load?"

Drew nodded, his body preparing itself. He had never finished a man and especially not inside of him. God, just thinking of it got him so hot! That that was bubbling in him needed to be released! He felt like he was about to pop!

Diego scooted his muzzle closer, giving Drew's lips a tender lick. Looking over at the tiger, Drew's eyes trailed down to see the pearly white fangs glittering in the light. Those fangs quickly moved closer and Drew found himself locked in a kiss with the tiger as Urog grunted behind him.

"Here it comes, boy...."

Roaring out, Urog shoved as deep as he could into Drew and the buck moaned out into Diego's mouth. Urog's maleness throbbed inside of him, pulsating and throbbing as it was fed it's heavy payload out of the orc's round balls.

It was a flood of liquid fire and that inferno that was inside of Drew was pushed straight down and concentrated right on his cock.

"MMmmmmMMMMFFFF!"

Drew came hard enough that he swore he could hear it splatter against the inside of the bar. The load was thick, white, and substantial. Urog's own was still jetting out of the orc's cock as Drew gave his respectfully large, but at the same time pitiful load against the bar. Every area inside of Drew was filled to the brim and so much so that Drew was backed up. Urog's load splattered all over Drew's rump and trickled down their balls as it squeezed around the turgid orc's member.

Finally, Urog felt his load begin to tamper off and was left a panting and sweaty mess. Drew was still plugged with orc dick and Diego was still making out passionately with the buck. When Urog cleared his throat, Drew backed off away from Diego and gave a chuckle.

Bringing a hand up and slapping Drew's ass playfully, Urog said, "You enjoy that, buckbutt?"

"Y-yeah," Drew mentioned. "I liked it a lot."

"Good."

Drew took a breath in, feeling Urog still snug inside of him. That heat was still there, but much more manageable and the buck could feel like he could think straight. However, he noticed himself unabashingly looking at the men in the bar who had watched their little charade. A lot of them were chatting and snickering. Some had even enjoyed the show enough that their cocks were standing at attention or tenting in their pants.

"You want to play, don't you?" Urog said with a chuckle.

"Yeah."

"That's okay, boy," Urog said.

Drew gave a surprised whimper when Urog began to slowly start rolling his hips again. "But not until I'm done."

Moaning and keeping his tail lifted, Drew gave into the pleasure. His new life was going to be full of new experiences for sure....

Hard and hot new experiences.