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The Bar of His Dreams

Despite having turned twenty one several months prior, Ollie still hadn't had a drink. The somewhat shy, bespectacled jerboa certainly could have, friends having offered to take him out to a bar and of course his own ID now allowing him to buy any alcohol he wanted for himself. Truth be told though, the long legged, big eared, lean and lanky rodent was really nervous about getting drunk. Nervous about what he might say, what he might let slip if he got drunk in the way he'd seen represented in TV and movies, with all sorts of otherwise intelligent people spilling shameful secrets after a little too much alcoholic intoxicant.

It wasn't that he had some deep, dark murderous secret of course, nothing truly harmful and certainly not criminal. But for a guy like Ollie who very much kept his private life private, the idea of unconsciously and carelessly spilling forth so many of his deepest and most embarrassing secrets was almost as bad as if he did have some literal skeletons in his closet. And yet... on that particular evening, as the jerboa walked back across town towards the college campus from a small research library he'd visited in order to reference a very specific, now out of print and not digitally scanned source for a paper he was working on, he found himself on a street he didn't think he'd ever wandered down before. A street lined with bars and restaurants bustling with customers, with busy tables and happy crowds visible through their large front windows and open doors. Mid way down the road though, there was one business which was different. It didn't have windows, it almost didn't look like a shopfront at all, just the ground floor entrance to someone's private city terrace dwelling with a sign over the door. And yet as he set eyes upon it, the jerboa stopped in his tracks.

'The Highlander - Milk Bar'

He'd never heard that term before. A milk bar? It couldn't have been what it sounded like, and yet a quick check of his phone suggested that it was apparently exactly that. A bar which catered to adult clients, but which instead of serving alcoholic drinks, served milk based beverages from lattes to flavored milkshakes and ice cream floats, and of course simple glasses of fresh, rich creamy milk. It sounded goofy. A little weird, a little hipsterish. And yet... Ollie really had wanted to go to a bar when he turned twenty one, just without all the pressure of drinking and revealing secrets. Humiliating, overwhelmingly personal secrets. Thus despite being on his own, despite his shyness around strangers and his preference for routine over spontaneity, the jerboa walked towards the bar's doorway. He almost gave up and went back home when upon opening the door he was immediately greeted by a tall, burly tiger in a suit who gruffly asked for his ID. Upon presenting it though and feeling the terror of being accused of having a fake ID despite it being the genuine article, only a matter of seconds passed before the tiger nodded, handed it back, and stepped aside to usher Ollie in with a smile.

Gratefully nodding and blushing to the bouncer, Ollie hurried inside. He soon found himself descending a set of steps, his eyes widening as he realised that meant the bar must have been underground, probably without any windows whatsoever. His large ears twitched as he heard something from up ahead. A muffled sound through another doorway, maybe laughter, though it had sounded more like something else. Something it couldn't possibly have been. He giggled nervously, and continued onward. He approached that second inner doorway, the corridor around him elegant in its simplicity with framed photographs on the walls of different milk based drinks, many of them held by bright eyes, warmly smiling and buxom ladies in gorgeous dresses. Before he could spend any more time admiring the décor though, Ollie had reached the door, and was holding out a hand to push it open even as he heard another burst of sound from within. Not laughter, he could tell that much by then. But what it actually was... he still had no idea, despite what it did sound like. Like moaning. Loud, eager, sexual moaning.

Ollie swallowed thickly, and reminded himself that this was why he couldn't get drunk. Because if he did, all the lewdness, all the shameless sex that boiled under the surface within his impossibly horny, kinky mind would spill out and betray him to his friends. He couldn't even walk into a bar without imagining that there was some wild orgy going on beyond its doors, and that was just a random snapshot of his life. Of his countless daily daydreams of the wild and wonderful ways he wished the world would embrace sex. Of his myriad masturbation sessions to fantasies so specific and intricate that no pornography, live action or even written or drawn by others could even come close to matching the wildness of his own imagination. Even in that moment, just thinking about thinking about sex was making the jerboa's cock stir. He could feel his libido surging, his mind concocting ever more elaborate and shameless visions of what debauched perfection was going on inside this supposed milk bar. Rather than retreating in fear and shame though, Ollie knew now that he had to go inside. To settle his libido and stop himself getting hard right then and there he had to prove to himself that it was just a regular bar serving milkshakes and stuff to non-drinkers like him, and if even that failed to quell his imagination's lewdness, to make use of their restrooms to drain his balls and prevent him from having to conceal a tent in his pants the whole walk back to the dorms.

Taking a deep breath, Ollie reassured himself that he really was just letting his mind run away with its fantasies. That he had nothing to be embarrassed or aroused by in a place like this, and...

He pushed the door open, and his eyes bulged.

"Hhhnhh... hhhhahhhhfuck..."

The jerboa's cock had barely started to harden, but as a wheezing, whimpering moan escaped Ollie's lips, he felt his legs quake and his hips twitch as he began to cum. His state of barely semi-stiffness didn't matter. Being in a public place didn't matter. In that moment, nothing could stop him. Nothing was stopping him from swaying, gasping, and flooding his boxer briefs with streak after streak of spontaneously, overwhelmingly arousal stricken cum. And though there was doubtlessly a part of Ollie's mind that was still ashamed, still humiliated by what was happening to him, he couldn't claim to be surprised. He wasn't overreacting, he wasn't responding in a way that was disproportionate to what he had just seen. If anything, just cumming was the bare minimum his body and mind could have expected from what he had just seen. From opening that door to the Highlander Milk Bar, and witnessing within a world even more obscenely, deliciously lewd than his most intense and indulgent masturbatory fantasies.

All around the bar, big enough to house a few dozen tables and booths with ample open space amidst them, he could see dozens and dozens of figures in varied states of nudity and undress. Barely ten feet away at the nearest table to him, a plump deer lady was lying upon her back on the table, two shirtless vulpine men with their shirts, jackets and ties slung over the backs of their chairs bending forward and suckling on one nipple apiece, glistening droplets of white milk clinging to their chins. The doe's legs were spread, and between her quivering thighs both the guys were groping her bare pussy. Rubbing her, masturbating her digitally as they drank from her swollen, lactating tits. Even as Ollie stared, the woman arched her back and let loose a bellowing cry, her hands flying to the backs of both men's heads and holding them tighter against her breasts while a torrent of fluids poured forth from between her legs, splashing between and all over the foxes' questing fingers.

Further away, by the main bar itself, Ollie could see half a dozen figures sitting on the wooden surface of the bar, casually chatting with one another while a powerful, muscular lion woman reached around them from behind and squeezed, massaged their tits or cocks to spill trickles of warm, fresh milk and abundantly dribbling, rich pre-cum into glasses held up by wide eyed and panting patrons. A fully shorn sheep lady in her mid thirties or so bleated lustfully as she pulled her almost overflowing glass away from the ample bosom of an older, motherly looking rabbit who was in the midst of massaging her own spurting cock, streaking its load across the sheep's smooth belly, and began to gulp the creamy liquid down like she hadn't had a drink for days, while rocking and grinding against her free hand where it was buried under the skirt she was wearing, panties hanging off one ankle.

Before Ollie could take a look at any of the other myriad individuals all having equally wild fun around the bar though, his spontaneous orgasmic high began to fade, and as it did so he noticed something else. He noticed that a figure was walking across the bar towards him. Not towards the exit, not simply intending to go past him, but approaching him directly.

The jerboa's legs were already like jelly as the tall, wide hipped, rusty orange furred and fiery red haired highland cow lady stopped in front of him, her colossal breasts jiggling as they took a moment longer than the rest of her to settle, and her huge, exposed cock twitching as she looked Ollie up and down, his eyes fixated upon her erection which was, no exaggeration, the length of his arm. Not his forearm, his entire arm from fingertips to shoulder.

"First time, honey?"

She murmured, her voice rich and bubbly, sounding as though she was going to burst into warm laughter at any moment. Ollie swallowed thickly. He nodded, and he whimpered audibly as her cock twitched and as a bead of pre-cum formed at its tip, so too did glistening droplets of milk begin to ooze from her huge, rounded and almost gravity defying firm breasts.

"Did you know what this place was when you came in?"

The cow asked gently, clearly already knowing the answer as Ollie grunted and shook his head, hips twitching involuntarily as he wondered if it would be possible for him to spontaneously cum again, even though he had just done so barely a minute prior.

"Well, now that you know... would you like to come in, have some milk?"

Reaching up behind her head and running her hands through her long red hair, the woman framed her tits with her arms, and her cock lurched with force enough to make it slap against her torso, briefly inhabiting the valley of her breasts and very nearly tapping her on the chin with its flared head. Her expression remained warm and reassuring throughout though, and even as some small part of Ollie continued to quake in terror, in certainty that this had to be some sort of trap, some sort of prank to out him as the sort of weird pervert who actually believed that places like this could exist in the real world, the jerboa's libido refused to let that fear hold him back. This looked like a dream come true. A fantasy so impossible in its perfect obscenity that his wildest mid-orgasmic hallucinations couldn't have summoned it forth. And if he was really being asked if he wanted to join in, to not just stand and stare from the doorway but to actually take part in what so many apparent customers at the bar were already indulging in, Ollie could only respond in one way.

"Y-hhhhh... yesssssss..."

He gurgled breathlessly, and as his cock began to pump his boxer shorts full of a second hands free load of cum, so copious that it was already starting to ooze through the front of his tented pants, the beautiful highland cow woman was already holding her arms out towards him. Beckoning him forward and giggling, moaning softly as the jerboa's head came to rest in perfect alignment with one of her leaking tits. She cradled his head. She coaxed his muzzle to her right breast's swollen nipple, and she whispered to the bliss-wracked, glassy eyed rodent even as she felt his lips instinctively pursing around her nipple, and the sweet pressure of his maw as he began to suckle, and to drink down her warm, sweet, deliciously rich and abundant milk.

"Welcome, honey. Welcome to the Highlander. It takes a very special kind of person to find us, and now that you're here? Among people who understand you, people who want to know you and your every wonderful, sexy desire, you can finally relax. Drink your fill from any one of us, from any tit or cock or pussy you can see available. And when you're all full up and totally satisfied, you can go back out into the big wide world and go about your day knowing that when you get tired, or hungry, or horny again... we'll be right here for you with a comfy seat, a plump nipple, and orgasms so exquisitely intense, you won't want to cum anywhere else ever, ever again."

By Jeeves