Walking into an Irish pub you find yourself surrounded by big beautiful busty fox bar maids. Several of them with multiple lush fluffy tails~♡ 

Before you can even figure out what you're seeing, one of them picks you up. carrying you to a fresh seat.

You feel so small in her powerful paws. Almost forgetting this isn't normal, only snapping back when you're finally set on a chair. Surrounded by other patrons, all having the time of their lives.

Giving off the air that everything will be ok. Even if some look less than human.

A drink arrives at your table, regardless if you got a word in about what you wanted. A big, thick, hearty mug of their finest Fire Fluff brew. 

Taking your first drink overwhelms your senses. It's so strong!! Even with just the first sip, your jaw feels tingly.

Before ya know it, you're 4 drinks in. Looking like the other kitsunes around you. 10 drinks in you're indistinguishable from them. Drink 15 falls right onto your bust, pooling in your cleavage? Was that always there? Never mind that you didn't want your fur stained.

Washing up in the restroom, you look in the mirror. Adjusting yourself as you try to sober up. Something isn't right, is it? You're not all foxy... right? Where even are you?!

Before any sort of memories can surface of inebriation, there comes a call.

"BRIDGET, GET YOUR FAT ASS OUT HERE WE HAVE MORE DRINKS TO SERVE" With that, you were out of the bathroom. A big busty kitsune ready to work. Why would you be anything else?