Eat at the Unicorn's Dream.

You slip on your shoes and head outside to your dark blue car. You step inside, put in the keys, and put medal to the metal as you begin your way down the street. Your stomach continues to rumble as you think about the tasty food that's in store. It only takes a few minutes to arrive, and the parking lot is still rather empty this morning.

You pull up and get out. You're already getting somewhat used to walking with this bizarre sensation between your legs, but it's still odd.

A bell chimes as you step inside the building--interior of old wood with an old style counter up front. It looks not far off from an medieval tavern. You look around until you spot a familiar face, though they actually spot you first, it seems. She's already waving for you to come over.

As you head over, you see it's even more! At the booth, three people sit there.

First there's the short-haired ginger dwarf named Paulo Beardhammer. He has a short beard and moustache, and he's actually been a good friend of yours for quite some time. As most dwarves are, he's just above half your height at the most, but he's definitely wider. You could never tell if it was by muscle or by how often he eats here. He wears a black hoodie and dark blue trousers.

Next there's Sarah Plakson. She's a bit of a forward young woman with long black hair. You've spoken to her several times, but you'd never call each other good friends. Not that you dislike her or she you, but you just haven't spoken much yet. All you've heard about her is that she leans more towards women than men. Paulo knows her more than you do. She wears a more elaborate outfit that you'd imagine a magister to wear. You did hear she knows a bit about magic. A window is cut around her upper chest to show a bit more cleavage than you'd like in your current situation.

Beside her though you have no idea. She has shoulder-length blond hair. See, you thought Sarah's breasts were a generous size, or Lira's, but this stranger is approaching D cups for certain. She looks to you timidly. She has a white t-shirt though cut off below her mounds, showing off a smooth slim stomach. She also seems to be wearing black pants though it's difficult to tell. She has the window seat.

You sit down beside Paulo.

"Ey! If it isn't my best pal, John. Good to see ya," he says with a shove to your arm. You shove him back.

"Hey guys."

Sarah smiles and leans forward. You catch yourself staring at her jiggling cleavage, and you just pray she didn't notice.

"Hi," she says. "I'd like you to meet my new partner, Ika Whyte. Cute, isn't she?" She giggles.

You nod. "Heh. Yeah. She is. I'm John Doe. Good to meet you. How are all of you?"

Ika smiles shyly and nods.

Paulo roars out with laughter.

"I'm good, lad! Good timing, too. We haven't ordered anything yet. Hey!" He waves. "Serving lass!"

You look to the side as a woman dressed as an old timey barmaid walks over. You've seen her around. You've seen all of the staff, as you come here often enough. You forgot just how form-fitting their uniforms are here, especially this one. She has a shapely form, and her breasts are pushed up by the top, or perhaps just something she wears beneath it.

"What'll you have, hun?" she asks with a wink.

You shift uncomfortably. Oh god. It's so strange, feeling a hand move up and down your shaft as you stare at all these attractive women. It feels wrong, but it feels good. You shake your head and focus, concentrating your willpower to control your needs. Your wants. Your desires.