{"sf1_id":1662162,"sf2_id":"YnLMw881","title":"Ladies' Night","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":2726,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T05:23:10.000Z","tags":["Fanfiction","Greentext","Human","Second Person","Various Species"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662162-ladies-night","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLMw881","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/78/1d/781da3dd-bc19-47a0-af52-6dd21870b78a","description":"[Greentext] A casual gathering of all the lovely ladies from my pastes in one very self-indulgent bit of meta fanservice. If you can identify them all, then thank you immensely for reading my material!","content":"\\\u003eShe's still following you  \n\\\u003eA young woman has been stalking you for the last several blocks  \n\\\u003eShe's actually pretty stunning, but such a beauty has to have some kind of ulterior motive for tailing YOU of all people  \n\\\u003eMaybe she's trying to proposition you?  \n\\\u003eWell, that's being hopeful  \n\\\u003eShe's more likely to be scoping you out for a mugger  \n\\\u003eYou're so absorbed in your runaway thoughts you don't even realize you're heading into an alley  \n\\\u003eA dead end  \n\\\u003eWhen you turn around she's right on you, grinning wickedly  \n\\\u003eWith every step she takes, it looks like a part of her drips off her body   \n\\\u003eHer smile melts, literally  \n\\\u003eAs does the rest of her body  \n\\\u003eWhat was once a beautiful woman is now...  \n\\\u003eWell, a dog woman  \n\\\u003eA beautiful dog woman  \n\\\u003eA two-legged, black-furred canine with all the accessories you'd expect from a devil: horns, fangs, wings, a spaded tail...  \n\\\u003eAll nearly bursting out of the skimpiest outfit you can hardly see through her fur  \n\\\u003eA beautiful, succubus dog woman  \n\\\u003eA hellhound  \n\\\u003e\"You're looking a little lonely, big guy,\" she coos, running a thick claw under your chin  \n\\\u003eShe's going to take your soul, isn't she?  \n\\\u003eThe hellhound actually just giggles at your fear  \n\\\u003e\"Oh no, I don't do that anymore. I don't take souls, I take commissions. My NEW employer does things a little differently.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pulls a business card out of her ballooning cleavage  \n\\\u003e[Medafet's Matchmaking]  \n\\\u003eThere's an address on the card, and it's someplace not far off  \n\\\u003e\"Just give me a call when you find some happiness. I'd REALLY like to hear your feedback. Toodles!\"  \n\\\u003eAnd the hellhound is gone in a puff of smoke  \n\\\u003e...What just happened?  \n  \n\\\u003eYou head to the address on the card come nighttime  \n\\\u003eIt's a trap if you've ever seen one  \n\\\u003eThere's no office or business building you'd expect from some kind of formal “service\" being offered  \n\\\u003eIt's just a dive bar  \n\\\u003eOne without signage or even windows  \n\\\u003eOf course such an observation is superficial compared to the bouncer at the door  \n\\\u003eIt's another anthropomorphic animal woman  \n\\\u003eThis one's a wild, punkish looking hyena  \n\\\u003eOr at least she LOOKS like a hyena, except maybe a little more…monstrous  \n\\\u003eLeaning on the butt of a really big fucking gun  \n\\\u003eNot a bad bouncer to have for your bar  \n\\\u003e\"Go on in, love!\" she laughs as you approach. “It's Ladies' Night, and I'm sure you'll find someone to hold you tight if you ask REEEAL polite like!\"  \n\\\u003eShe continues cackling at her own joke as she steps aside for you to enter  \n\\\u003eWelp, here goes nothing...  \n\\\u003eWhen you head inside, you're awestruck  \n\\\u003eNot by the bar itself, though; it's pretty unremarkable  \n\\\u003eAll the patrons are animal people, and all female from what you can tell  \n\\\u003eThere's a number of different species, though quite a lot of canines  \n\\\u003eClosest to you is what you'd call the “wolfess table\"  \n\\\u003eTwo gray ones, a russet one, and one darker than all the others  \n\\\u003eThe darkest wolfess, dressed like some kind of heavy metal fan, is in the middle of a story  \n\\\u003e\"So I climbed his back, tied the ears on two of his heads to each other, and put the third in a headlock! Slammed the oaf into the ground and made a nice little outline of his body in the ground!\"  \n\\\u003e\"W0w, that s0unds like a g00d Father's Day, V0lfa,\" the russet wolfess says in a somewhat robotic tone  \n\\\u003eShe has a vicious looking chrome arm with literal blades for fingers  \n\\\u003eDoesn't make it easy for her to pick up her glass, which makes a screeching noise with every attempt  \n\\\u003eThe one named Volfa throws back a few shots, and her mouth starts smoking  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, you ever arm wrestle with that thing?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Just 0nce. I w0n.\"  \n\\\u003eThe dark wolfess drops her elbow onto the table  \n\\\u003e\"Alright, you and me! Hell, I'll even take HER on at the same time!\"  \n\\\u003eOne of the two gray wolves—heavily scarred and heavily armored—scoffs  \n\\\u003e\"Hmph. Arrogant pup. Fine, I will take your challenge and show you some humility.\"  \n\\\u003e\"That'a girl!\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa has a wolfess in each paw and nods to the fourth one  \n\\\u003eThe other gray is half inside what looks like a mascot costume, like she just got off the clock from her job  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks, but I'll watch,\" she says. “I don't think there's much room left, unless you want me to arm wrestle your toes beneath the table. Then I'd be the real 'underdog'!\"  \n\\\u003eShe elbows the scarred wolfess, who doesn't look amused  \n\\\u003e\"Get it? 'Under-dog'! Not to be confused with 'Updog'.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Wh0's Upd0g?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Dammit, R0uga, you ruined the joke...\"  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess table commences their three-way test of strength as you examine the rest of the bar  \n\\\u003eWhile the dogs have a few tables to themselves, the bar counter is packed with felines  \n\\\u003eThere's a jaguar in tribal clothes batting a shot glass side to side, like it were a small rodent or a ball of yarn  \n\\\u003eBehind the counter is a lioness dressed up in a medieval wench's outfit  \n\\\u003e\"Welcome to the finest tavern in ye olde lands…or whatever,\" she says dully to the other cats. “What are you having?\"  \n\\\u003eThe first one to order is a tiger who's trying hard to adjust her ill-fitting swimsuit as she looks at the menu  \n\\\u003eThis place doesn't seem to have a very strict dress code  \n\\\u003e\"Just water, please,\" the tigress says  \n\\\u003eThe lioness sighs and turns to another large cat  \n\\\u003eYou think it's just a second lion, dressed in tribal garb like the jaguar, but this one has enormous protruding fangs like a saber tooth tiger  \n\\\u003eWhat also protrudes from her is a massive pregnant belly  \n\\\u003e\"Water will do,\" she grunts, rubbing the top of her gravid swell. “Best to drink the clean rains so long as the brood is still growing.\"  \n\\\u003eThe lioness turns to yet another patron with a groan  \n\\\u003e\"Please don't say 'water'.\"  \n\\\u003eThe last feline's even stranger than the saber tooth  \n\\\u003eShe LOOKS like another lioness, but has scaly patches on her body and a black, snake-like tail  \n\\\u003eA…sphinx?  \n\\\u003eNo, a manticore  \n\\\u003e\"I'll have something mixed,\" she says with a toothy grin  \n\\\u003e\"You should do a body shot!\" the tigress says, almost popping out of her swimsuit  \n\\\u003e\"Are you offering?\" the lioness bartender asks  \n\\\u003e\"Hmmm, I'll do the funnel instead!\" the manticore says  \n\\\u003eThe saber tooth, despite her fecundity, hefts the manticore onto the bar counter  \n\\\u003eThe lioness props the manticore's mouth open with a funnel and grabs several bottles in preparation  \n\\\u003eYou're mildly invested in the show, but then again there's still more to see around the place  \n\\\u003eAlong the wall is a line of flashing arcade machines, with a kangaroo girl tapping the buttons frantically  \n\\\u003eYou can faintly see a rather familiar blue vixen fighting with a staff on the screen  \n\\\u003eThe game freezes for a moment and the kangaroo squeals in panic  \n\\\u003eSurprising you very little, another canine…ish creature with a vibrant yellow mane walks over  \n\\\u003e She casually punches the machine with her staticky paw  \n\\\u003eThe arcade cabinet pops with electricity and the game resumes  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks, Juitz,\" the kangaroo says without taking her eyes off the screen  \n\\\u003e\"I got your back, 'roo,\" the spark dog says. “Can I play next?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Uh…yeah, sure. Just…let me…finish this one….\"  \n\\\u003eThe dog leans against one of the cabinets to wait, and the whole line of them glitch to show “JTZ\" for every spot on the “High Scores\" list  \n\\\u003e\"Uh, maybe you could be Player 2?\" the kangaroo offers  \n\\\u003e\"Right. I'll go get the coins.\"  \n\\\u003e\"W-wait, Juitz, you can just do that…\"  \n\\\u003eToo late, the spark dog's already off to bother the bartender for game tokens  \n\\\u003eHidden in the corner at a smaller table are even more dogs  \n\\\u003eA nondescript one just sulks and mumbles to herself about everything going on in the bar  \n\\\u003eLuckily you're spared from her judgmental gaze  \n\\\u003eIn fact, she doesn't seem to notice you at all  \n\\\u003eThe other one joining her, clearly a German shepherd, only pretends like she's listening to the grumbling  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't seem like she's ignoring the conversation out of boredom, though  \n\\\u003eRather, her paws are too busy “exploring\" regions underneath the table  \n\\\u003eShe's fidgeting discreetly  \n\\\u003eYou imagine she's trying to do something lewd and not get caught, yet deliberately doing it for the thrill of that very risk  \n\\\u003eIt makes you think of your own love life  \n\\\u003eOr lack thereof  \n\\\u003eYou just sort of wandered into this place, following the mysterious lead of something completely unbelievable to you  \n\\\u003eAll of these anthro ladies with different personalities and histories  \n\\\u003eThey're all here for a reason  \n\\\u003eThough it's probably just to have a good time  \n\\\u003eAnd yet, they all seem…\"taken\"  \n\\\u003eLike there's already someone in their lives you can't compete with  \n\\\u003eIs there someone in this place just for YOU, like the hellhound hinted at?  \n\\\u003eWell, there's still the stairs leading to the floor above…  \n  \n\\\u003eThe raucous activity from the bar below peters out to quietness upstairs  \n\\\u003eThere are several rooms along a narrow hallway, each used for a different reason  \n\\\u003eThe first one appears to be just a simple lounge  \n\\\u003eA white wolfess—?very similar looking to the “Volfa\" downstairs—?is enthralled with a nature documentary about wolves on a small TV  \n\\\u003eYou guess she's not so interested in the wolves themselves as she is the rugged animal handler playing with them  \n\\\u003eThere's a washroom not far off, with the door slightly ajar  \n\\\u003eMost of the ladies here look like they could rip your neck from under your head with just a swipe, but you can't resist taking a peek  \n\\\u003eThere's a lighter gray wolfess dressing herself in hunting apparel while someone else is in the bathtub singing  \n\\\u003e\"Hilde, we're going to be late for the party,\" the hunter wolfess says. “Hurry up or I'm coming in there and finishing the job for you!\"  \n\\\u003e“~Just a moment!~\" the one in the tub sings  \n\\\u003eAlthough the plastic screen hides the bather, the pointed ears of the silhouette make you think she's probably a jackal or something  \n\\\u003eThe hunter wolfess seems to have an epiphany right at the same time.  \n\\\u003e\"Jackal…Hilde…hey, Hilde, what's that 'power' you keep going on about?\"  \n\\\u003eYou back away from the door, just in case they're ready to come out at a moment's notice  \n\\\u003eYou're starting to run out of rooms to check  \n\\\u003eThere's a large bedroom with several more anthro girls in it  \n\\\u003eOne enormous Kodiak bear is taking up the entire bed  \n\\\u003eShe looks like she's out cold, and that almost nothing is going to wake her for a while  \n\\\u003eThere's a snow leopard snoozing on top of the ursine like she were a mattress  \n\\\u003eShe tosses and turns to get comfortable, proving the bear is way too catatonic to be bothered by it  \n\\\u003eA teal and gold kingfisher is sleeping upright in the corner under a hut—or a nest—of curtains  \n\\\u003eFinally, there's a hyena (a real one this time) cocooned in a pile of blankets in the corner  \n\\\u003eShe's shivering slightly, as though her overabundance of blankets still isn't enough to keep her warm  \n\\\u003eYou leave the napping girls and head to the final room  \n\\\u003eIf this one doesn't have an anthro girl waiting for you, then it'll all be for nothing  \n\\\u003eYou step through the threshold with eyes half shut in anticipation  \n\\\u003eWhen you're completely inside, you see what you expected the most:  \n\\\u003eIt's empty  \n\\\u003eYou don't know what you were hoping for, but there isn't even a single being in here beside you, anthro or otherwise  \n\\\u003eStill, there's a pretty nice bed  \n\\\u003eIf nothing else, maybe you can crash here for the night while you figure out what to do with yourself  \n\\\u003eAs you flop on your back, your head back up in surprise  \n\\\u003eClosing the door is what you think must be another wolfess, but she's so large and full of fluff she has to have some bear in her  \n\\\u003eHonestly, you don't know what kind of animal to think of her as  \n\\\u003eExcept maybe “comforting\"  \n\\\u003eSilvery fur and deep blue eyes  \n\\\u003ePowerful limbs, but an alluring softness  \n\\\u003eAll packaged in a simple dress and apron  \n\\\u003eYou sit upright, only to have the anthro woman gently push you back down  \n\\\u003e\"You seem surprised,\" she muses with a soothing voice  \n\\\u003eYeah, a little bit  \n\\\u003eYou weren't expecting anyone to notice you  \n\\\u003eYou can't think of a single moment in this bar where you felt like you belonged  \n\\\u003eAlmost nobody made eye contact with you (except the hellhound and the bouncer) and they acted as though you weren't even physically here  \n\\\u003e\"Don't feel bad,\" she responds. “I'm sure they would enjoy your company, but they have eyes for only one human of their own already.\"  \n\\\u003eSo it was pointless to come here, then  \n\\\u003e…Unless…  \n\\\u003eYou look into her prismatic eyes, and she gives you a friendly smile  \n\\\u003e\"This is my inn. I give everyone a chance to be happy and relax, human and anthro alike. I can't say I'm the one you're looking for in your quest for companionship, but I CAN give you a moment of comfort before you go looking again.\"  \n\\\u003eThe innkeeper sets her apron aside and eases herself onto the bed with you  \n\\\u003eYou're pulled up against her, nestled into her large body  \n\\\u003e\"When you're ready to leave, you may. Until then, be at peace.\"  \n\\\u003eShe wraps one arm under you, and curls the other over you  \n\\\u003eYou can immediately feel the warmth of her body  \n\\\u003eThe warmth of her plush coat  \n\\\u003eThe warmth of her caring sweetness  \n\\\u003eShe completely envelops you in fur and tenderness  \n\\\u003eOne large paw holds you tight while the other rubs slow circles on your chest  \n\\\u003e\"You will be loved,\" she assures you  \n\\\u003eHer voice reverberates through the contact between your bodies, loosening any tension and relaxing your very muscles  \n\\\u003eHer breathing is slow; her fluffy form presses up against you with even more softness as she inhales deeply  \n\\\u003eWhen she exhales it's a gradual, gentle hum in your ear  \n\\\u003e\"You will find your happiness.\"  \n\\\u003eYou can feel the heat of her breath flow over any part of you not already blanketed in her fur  \n\\\u003eHer mantra instills good feelings in you  \n\\\u003eAnd any time your mind dares stray toward cloudy thoughts, she squeezes the negativity out of you  \n\\\u003eYou wonder how long she'll let you stay here  \n\\\u003eYou're answered with another firm hug  \n\\\u003e\"Don't feel pressured to leave,\" she whispers. “You'll know when the time is right, but you'll also know when you need to…just…rest…\"  \n\\\u003eShe hefts you off the mattress just enough so she can rock you in her arms  \n\\\u003eRepeating herself after every breath and every rock  \n\\\u003e\"You will be loved.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You will find your happiness.\"  \n\\\u003eNow you're up on her stomach  \n\\\u003eHer neck is your pillow  \n\\\u003eHer arms are your blankets  \n\\\u003eYou rise and fall in time with her breathing, like a gentle wave  \n\\\u003eAnd much like the rise and fall of the sun, she rolls over and places you down on the opposite side  \n\\\u003eShe resumes her delicate words  \n\\\u003e\"Loved.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Happiness.\"  \n\\\u003eBrushing a paw against your face and leaning her head on top of yours  \n\\\u003eYour mind stays awake so you can enjoy the rest of the experience, but your body has already gone to sleep  \n\\\u003e\"You will find someone who can take care of you like this,\" she promises. “Keep your heart open. Someone out there wants to feel just as safe in it.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's been ages since you've been able to hear any of the commotion downstairs, and now you can hardly even make out the words the innkeeper says to you  \n\\\u003eBut even though the words are intelligible, the messages are clear  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't know you personally, but you get the feeling she knows what you're going through  \n\\\u003eShe relieves you from your momentary stressors, but she doesn't quite coddle you from reality  \n\\\u003eEncouragements, praises, compliments  \n\\\u003eEverything she says to you rings true  \n\\\u003eBut she's not doing this to flatter you  \n\\\u003eShe's doing this to remind you what you should look for in yourself  \n\\\u003e\"You are perfect just as you are…\" you can hear her say as your eyelids grow heavy  \n\\\u003eSomething in you knows that when you wake up, this place will be gone  \n\\\u003eBut it's because you'll be ready to leave  \n\\\u003eBecause it's for the best  \n\\\u003eBecause…  \n\\\u003eYou are perfect  \n\\\u003e\"Don't ever change.\""}