All of them, but you end up at the Rivers and Lakes

The Clerk lead me throw the exhibits, the wolf girl was hot as was the cat girl, and the Griffin Girl was freaky sexy but you couldn’t bring yourself to pick just one. As the clerk leads out of the mythical area you notice one more room.

“What’s lakes and rivers?” you ask.

“Oh that is closed, but,” the clerk was hesitant, “Sure I will introduce you to Luna. Please excuse the mess.”

The clerk led you into the last room and it was destroyed. To your right there is a fake hillside with small water fall pouring water into a river down the middle of the room, but the idyllic look of the room was ruined by the fake trees knocked over and strewn about the room. It looked like a hurricane had knocked over a theme park fake forest.

“Hay boss man,” a feminine voice called from the right.

“Hay Luna,” the clerk called, “Brought someone to meet you.”

“Cool give me a second.”

“What the hell happened in here,” you mutter to yourself.

“Someone thought it would be a good idea to make a beaver,” the voice echoed across the room, “but the problem is beavers are genetically programed to dam up everything at the sound of running water… which is a problem around here. Had to send her back in a straight-jacket.”

The source of the voice appeared around the side of the fake cliff and walked across one of the fallen logs over the river. She was humanoid otter, about six feet tall, with a tan chin and belly with brown coat over the rest of her. The most pronounced feature was her D maybe double D cup tits hanging off the front of her slim athletic frame. Walking up to you she smiled and held out her hand.

“Luna, nice to meet you,” she smiled.

“John,” you shake her hand.

As you do you notice the webbing between her fingers and the claws at the end of her fingertips.

“Ah”, you stammer, caught off guard.

“Yeah, Otters have webbed hands. Makes me a better swimmer,” she smiles clearly not bothered, “I would say have a seat… but I don’t think any of these are safe to sit on.”

“So tell me about yourself,” you tried to regain the initiative.

“I am a genetically engineered domestic pet otter. I am very social, I love seafood, shell fish, swimming, diving,” Luna smiled, “I think humans look sexy in wetsuits, and I don’t have urges to build dams or kleptomania!”

“What?” You ask.

“Rita,” Luna pointed at where a fake tree had crashed into the wall, “She was trying to sleep when Michelle lost it. She was a raccoon and had a habit of grabbing shiny things.”

Luna ran her hand throw her long brown hair.

“This really is a mess,” You breath.

“Yeah,” Luna sighed, “But we should have a crew come in to fix the place and some new roommates soon.”

“Well it was nice to meet you,” You hold out your hand to shake hers.

“Likewise,” she smiled, “I hope you find what you are looking for.”

“Yeah.”

Luna turned and went back across the river. As she did you looked at her. Her mane of human style hair went down to the small of her back and her thick tail reached down to almost human feet. Of all the animal girls she hadn’t acted ****, she had acted like being introduced to a friend’s friend…

“All set here?” the clerk asked.

“Yeah,” You smile as you turn to leave.

The clerk leads you back to the front desk and grabs the stack of forms.

“So have you picked out who you want?”

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