He walked along the road without really noticing where he was going. He stumbled along the street, looking for the drinking cup sign.
There seemed to be none. Or they weren't open. Or even worse, maybe they went unnoticed in all this darkness since they didn't have lights on, perhaps they just forgot to set up signs.
He went on, struggling to see through his tears and the haze surrounding him. He saw a small set of lights in the distance. His hopes rising, he started running through the streets, heading right for the signboard he could see.
He reached it and tried to read it. He wiped his eyes and used his handkerchief to mop up any remaining wetness, and stared at the board.
Damn.
It was America's favourite pictogram. A picture of a knife and fork. He had found a restaurant sign. A goddamn restaurant.
He turned around and started heading back up the street, feeling cold and miserable. He shouldn't have bothered. This was a waste of time, he should have gone home and slept. He couldn't afford to make any more mistakes just to get drunk with someone.
As he walked along the road, passing a nearby strip club, a voice hailed him.
'Hey there, cutie! Need a place for a quickie?'
He turned his head slowly. His eyes popped out and he felt his heart flutter.
The woman who was waving to him from near a pictogram showing a wine bottle pouring a generous dose into a wine glass was an eight-foot tall goddess of pure muscular beauty. Her arms were massive, enough to lift and crush boulders in one go. Her abs were so well defined, ceremonial armour could be formed out of those and sold for a fortune. Eight packs of hard, solid abs, each like a steel plate, were shining in the dim light of the board. They looked smooth and shiny. He almost felt his tongue shoot out of his mouth in anticipation of tasting them. He realised he was almost about to get on his knees, his tongue half hanging out of his mouth and ready to do what this goddess commanded. He snapped to attention, blushing at what he was sure was a ridiculous sight with him trying to lick air. He slowly walked over to the hellhound, trying not to gaze up and down her body, but it was so damn hard. Not his dick, the fact that she was a gorgeous beast.
Her skin was a dusky black, more than the night which had fallen upon them. Her legs were like two concrete columns reinforced with cement, the thick thighs and bulging calves making him wonder what it would be like to be between them, his face in her pussy and eating her out with gusto. He could just imagine the hellhound snapping her fingers, and then forcing him to his knees when he stared at her body, unable to move from the mesmerising sight of her enormous breasts snapping out of the leather bra she wore. The same one holding up her mountains right now. She wore leather hotpants which were ripped in a few places. The bits which covered her ass were ripped off so that the lower parts of her rear stuck out from them. Her tail was quite long and fluffy, the fur well-brushed and maintained. Her ears were like a dog's, upright and twitching. She had fluffy paw-pads, each digit ending in wicked-looking claws which could probably tear a wall to shreds. Her back showed hints of muscle too, the shoulder blades popping out through her skin as he could see when she bent over to pick up a piece of paper which was on the ground. She looked at it, and then directed a jet of burning orange flames towards it with her eyes like Cyclops from X-Men. The paper burned into ashes and crumpled to the ground.
It looked like he had left Order territory and gone into mamono lands. He didn't care though, he was too desperate for some human, or rather nonhuman contact. He walked over to her, and stood in front of her, watching the paper disappear with her magical flames.
She looked back up at him, smiling a little at how his mouth gaped open in surprise at her abilities. She raised a claw and beckoned him forwards. He moved towards her nervously, his mouth dry. He swallowed several times to moisten his parched throat, but it didn't help. She was both sexy and intimidating, enough to make him harder than diamonds and wonder if she would tear him apart just with a look.
'So, cutie, you still want that quickie?' she asked.
His jaw dropped. He didn't know that mamono would just proposition someone that blatantly. He swallowed again and opened his mouth to ask what she meant, although he was sure he already knew. He raised a hand slowly, wondering what she was going to do to him. Probably in a back alley behind this bar.
The hellhound burst into surprisingly feminine giggles at the look on his face. 'It's all right, I won't eat you up. Unless that's what you want. I meant a quick drink if you're up for it.'
He opened his mouth again, and this time he could speak. 'Um, with you? Y-Yeah, sure, I didn't think you'd want to -'
The hellhound placed a hand on his shoulder. 'Oh, you flatter little old me, really. But no, not with me. I meant in the bar. You seemed to need a little pick-me-up. I'm the bouncer, and I'm guarding the place for now, unfortunately. You'll have to do without me for now, I'm afraid. My duty hours will last a while.'
She gave him a warm, sincere smile, and his heart melted. He would do anything to be able to go out with this goddess. He could give up everything he owned, any vacation he wanted to go to, to kiss her once. Or rather, have her kiss him. He knew how forceful and persistent hellhounds were, and he wanted to experience it for himself.
'Bouncer, huh?' he said. He seemed to have forgotten to move his mouth. She was taking his breath, and his sanity away. 'It really suits you. You're really se-strong, you know.'
The hellhound smiled at him. It was a smile which communicated she was perfectly aware of what he had been about to say. 'Thank you, dearie. Now run inside before it closes. I'd love to talk, but maybe that could wait for a little while? It won't be long before the bar closes, so you could have your drink, and then I'll be with you when we've shut up shop. Go on, darling.'
'O-okay,' he stammered, his eyes travelling to her abs. He walked past her as slowly as he dared, looking over every inch of her body. She was too damn hot not to notice. He could see how her legs started form the bottom of her ass, stretching down to those soft foot-paws he could imagine wrapped around him. He walked past her and turned around, walking backwards now as she gazed towards the door of the bar, looking out for other patrons. Her ass was enormous and very muscular, as well defined as a calligraphy plate. He looked down the backs of her strong thighs and legs, and then stared at her back. He felt something twitch downstairs, and quickly clamped a hand over his growing boner. It would be really embarrassing to pop one right now. He gave a soft whimper as he saw the hard muscles in her back, imagining what it would be like to give her an oil massage right now as she stood there. He didn't care who would watch or laugh at him, he just wanted to feel up that body. He wondered what she would do if his touch aroused her enough. Most likely whip around and slam that hard body on his, feeling him up and rubbing him in a massage of her own. She would pin him down and rip all their clothing off, slamming her hips on his and riding him ragged until morning. And he would love it with all his heart, eventually directing his love to her.
He felt his ass bump against the door leading to the inside of the bar, and jolted himself into wakefulness by slapping his forehead. He really needed to get drunk or get laid. Even though both could be a good feeling.
He turned around and walked into the bar. The smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol assaulted his nostrils. He wrinkled it a little, then took a deep breath. It felt as if they were really drinking in there. The mamono could probably put away a hundred more pints than a human could.
The bar was filled with mamono of every shape and size. Pretty kikimora maids in uniform walked along the tables, distributing drinks and snacks to the patrons. One of them was in a hadaka apron, and actually letting any customer feel up her tits and ass under it if they wanted to. She giggled as a slim man with lean muscles reached up her apron to rub her ass in circles, and then pinch it as she bent over to pick up a fork which she had dropped on purpose. She stood up as he reached to the other buttock, rubbing her creamy flesh and grabbing her butt cheek in a hand, squeezing it like it was a lemon. She squealed as she felt his hand rubbing against her asshole and squirmed away, but he grabbed her and bent her over the table. He flipped her apron over her ass on her back and started spanking and groping her properly, using one hand to open up her ass cheeks and inserting his finger into her rectum a little. He took out his finger and sucked on it, lubing it up, and then shoved it back inside to finger fuck her tiny little pucker. She squealed and giggled, muttering 'no!' several times under her breath. He responded by adding a second finger inside her ass, moving both in and out of her with increasing tempo.
