You step back, watching in horror as the keg shakes more and more...

The barrel's warped wooden boards start springing leaks left and right. The portion facing you distends rapidly, before erupting in a spray of foaming beer! You're smacked right in the chest by the blast and knocked backwards, with more and more of the fizzling **** gushing over you. The spirits begin congealing around you as it comes in contact with your skin, becoming especially thick and foamy whenever it touches your gauntlet. Soon Strokmier is sealed in a wobbling glob of yeasty foam, becoming completely useless.

The beer splashing and fizzling over your skin makes your body tingle and gradually get warmer. Despite your efforts to wipe the stuff off you, it only gets stickier and more clingy! Worse still, your mind is getting cloudier the longer it touches you, as though you are becoming intoxicated incredibly swiftly. You try to stand back up, but slip on the remaining beer each time you try to push yourself up from your stupor. Your attempts to rub the sticky liquid off you becomes slower and more sensuous, spreading waves of warm pleasure throughout your body the more you touch yourself. It isn't long before you're rock hard and moaning softly with need.

Heavy footsteps shake you partly out of your drunken haze - the beastwoman looming over you, a mixture of curiosity and amusement playing across her round face.

"...oh my now... how'd a cute 'lil thing like you get here...?"

She reaches down and touches your shoulder, her firm grasp sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Your head swims as you desperately try to come up with a plan.