Alan, A "Straight" Frat Bro-Wolfman looking to smoke Buds with his Bros

Alan walks out of the fog and finds a straight dude's stoner paradise: buff dudes sucking on bongs while they get their dicks sucked, a buffet table of pot-infused desserts with a bunch of chubby daddies surrounding it, and maids of all kinds walking around with trays carrying both pre-rolled joints and jack-off toys for the customers.

Alan is turned on by the sight, so he strokes his dick through the pouch of the jockstrap he wore there. The wolfman looks to his companions he met in his frat: Jessie, a bullman with a great ass,and Victor, a batman with a fat dick. They all walked there wearing only their varsity jackets and jocks, like real straight guys. He asks them:

"So bros... y'all ready to get your DICKS WET?!"

"Yah brah, you know it," Jessie cheers as he shakes his bubble butt about in joy.

"Dawg, it's been wet since we got in line," Victor quips while palming his damp bulge.

"Don't harsh my vibes, Vic," the bullman proclaims, "I'm just hyped to get my blaze n' bone on with my boyz."

"Well I'm just hyped to blaze, so I thought to fluff myself so I'd be roaring and ready once we got in here, unlike your dopey ass," the anthro-bat replied.

"Alright, alright my dudes," Alan says, cupping both of his bro's asscheeks, "let's go get our table and order a first round, then we'll get on with the bro-banter, huh?"

They make long, meaningful, smoldering, straight eye-contact with each other and eventually chill out, then walk up to the front-of-house where they find a buff tigerman who is wearing a maid headband and poofy skirt, but is otherwise just in a leather harness, cuffs, and collar. He's working as the greeter, but the trio can see that he's doing a little extra work: behind him, Alan and the boyz can see some man on his knees with his head up the tiger's skirt, most definitely eating him out.

"Hi Sweethearts, welcome to... mmmmm... fuckkk..."

The tiger loses focus as he props himself up on the greeter's desk and pushes his ass back into the face of the ass-eater, letting him wedge the guy's face between his cheeks. The slut under that skirt must be enjoying thrusting his tongue through the ring to dutifully ream that hole.

"prrrrrrr... OH MY! Sorry... Welcome to the Stoner Slut Maid Cafe-"

The tiger then took a wax pen off of his desk, then took a long inhale before blowing out three puffy rings of smoke.

"-where we're ALL about blowing out clouds and blowing out rings! How many are we seating today?"

Alan steps up and says, "Us three, and we're looking for a good time! What's your best deal for straight guys like us?"

"Ah, so you boyz are straight, huh," the greeter says as he puts a hand on the back of his salad tosser's head, "Then I think y'all would like..."