You have arachnophobia, you'll take your chances with the other path

A corridor filled with spiders and their webs? No thank you, I don't think so! You head into the murky darkness. You almost knock over something with every step; an empty tin can, a glass bottle, a fragment of splintered wood. It smells disgusting, like rot and decay, and you see rats skitter about where they think you can't see them. You hear something large ahead, the sound of claws scratching against the concrete floor. You only manage to see glimpses, as it runs out of your vision with lightning speed, keeping out of your way. You walk into something large and mostly made of metal that's lying against the wall, and after a few feels as to what it is, you confirm that this is some sort of gasoline powered generator. Whoever used to own the bar must've been worried about being left in the dark in the event of a power cut. The cables seem connected, if a little chewed up, and you feel the ignition string. You give it a yank, and another one, and another one, each time the generator spluttering. But it eventually revs to life, a steady purr, and the lights slowly turn on, a yellowish hue that slowly fills the place up.

What you see repulses you immediatly.

Rats crawl over each other in the corners, between barrels and boxes, skittering about, but what you're especially worried about, is the large, unhuman infected female, that stands there on two rat like feet, short brown fur growing out in patches from her soot gray skin. Her nose twitches as she looks at you with two squinting yellow peepers. On top of her head are two rounded furry ears that point sideways. On her chest is two columns of breasts, each one smaller than the one above it, six in total, with a pink nipple on the tip of each one. A long pink tail wiggles from the top of her ass, where her spine ends.

"Cute morsel, yes yes! Yes, must fuck cute morsel, quick quick! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it... Must!" Before you can react, she skitters over to you on all fours, and knocks you off your feet. "Need Rat King for Rat Queen, yes! Yes yes! Must fuck cute morsel!" She's on top of you, holding you down with her sharp claws against the vibrating generator. She nuzzles your face with her disgustingly wet whiskers, and begins to undress you roughly. You struggle, but she's much stronger than she looks. In what seemed like a quick second, your clothes drop to the floor, your cock out.

"Hm, fuck morsel with tail maybe, yes? No! Or maybe... Yes yes, maybe tits! But pussy... No! Pussy need cock too! So hard to decide, yes yes!"