She sits on the toilet shocked. "What just happened?" she mutters. “I thought I was supposed to be special?” her self-confidence shattered.”What am I even doing here?” she mutters. the stall door still open, she looks down at her yellow low-cut panties on the floor.

  ‘No, fuck that guy.’ She thinks, ‘It's not me; something is wrong with him.’ She fights against the despair, the weight of all the changes in her life recently. “No wonder people stopped worshiping you,” she says loudly.

  A person covered in a thin yer of hair walks past the stall and looks in. the baggy t-shirt he has on says Tekken 5 and below that he is wearing bck gym shorts. He stops for a moment, looking her over. ‘It's the girl from the other night,’ he thinks.

  “Are you ok, miss?” he asks, taking a step into the stall. The weirdest thing about him is he has a tail. It's almost 3 feet long and covered in tan fur; it matches the messy hair on his head.

  "Uh, yeah," she says, pulling her dress down to hide that she isn't wearing panties.

  “What happened?” he says, looking her over with his straw-yellow eyes.

  “I had a bad experience with the guy who thinks he is a god,” she says, trying not to show how mad it makes her.

  “Oh, you're talking about Mars. He was muttering to himself as he stormed out of the bathroom; he pointed in the direction of the hallway. He looks her over again, noticing the panties on the floor and the smell of precum.’Did he hurt you?” He asks with a note of genuine concern in his voice.

  “Just my pride,” she says, crossing her arms to hug herself.

  “Try not to take it personally. He is in love with Scarlet. You would think after thousands of years he would stop falling so deeply in love,” he says with a frown, “I just don't think you're his type. I'm not sure what he was thinking”.

  “Oh?” she asks, starting to rex. She finds him charming and cute, sort of like an awkward puppy.

  “Scarlet has a little more than most women…” he finishes, uncomfortable with sharing more.

  “well, thanks… Uh, yeah, that helps,’ she says and lowers her arms.

  “That's good. My name is Cane,” he says with a nerdy bow.

  “Izzy,” she says and holds out a hand. ‘What are you doing, weirdo?’ she asks herself. But his hand is warm, warmer than hers by a lot. She feels a small tingle between her legs. ‘Shit, I find him attractive,’ she thinks in the deepest part of her mind.

  “Izzy, would you like to go get a drink?” he asks.

  Her eyes travel down his body to see he has a bulge in his pants. Despite everything, she is still horny. She still hasn't let go of his hand. It just feels good.

  “That sounds nice.” She stands up, and he covers his eyes for modesty as she pulls her panties back in pce. They leave the restroom together and take a seat at one of the booths around the outer edge.

  A fox-eared woman walks up to the table. “Can I get you anything?” Her voice puts Izzy's teeth on edge; it's high-pitched and cutesy.

  Cane smiles and says, “Ice water, please.” He gestures to Izzy, “It's on me. Whatever you want.”

  “Water, no ice, please,” she says, really not feeling like alcohol this early and still mostly full of breakfast.

  “I'll be right back with your drinks,” the waitress says and scurries off.

  “You're new here, right?” He asks. his facial hair, making him look like he hasn't shaved in 2 weeks. He looks young, early 20s. Lean and muscur but not well defined.

  “Yeah, just got in a few days ago,” she says, pying with the pepper shaker.

  “I have been here a long time.” He smirks, “Actually, I was born here.”

  “How's that work?” she asks.

  “When a daddy loves a mommy,” he says with a short ugh.

  “No, I mean why were you born here? She asks, resting her head in her hands.

  “My family lives around here. This is the closest hospital, not to mention the only one that caters to my kind.”

  “Your kind?” she asks. ‘Is he part bat? Why does he have a tail? So many questions.’

  He smiles and shows his enrged canines.

  “I have lycanthropy.” Cane says

  “You are a werewolf?” She asks, stunned, ‘Not a bat. What was I thinking? He is also not at all scary. She thinks back to the Twilight movies. Yeah, he is nothing like that.

  “Don't worry; it's genetic; you can't catch it.” His tail sps the back of the booth. He reaches back and stops it.

  “I, uh, used to be a clerical worker,” she says, trying to shift the conversation away from his condition.

  “That sounds awful." He says, “Tell me everything.” She sees he is holding his tail firmly to keep it from wagging.

  “It was awful.” She says, “No, that's not true. It was basic 8-4 with a half hour unpaid lunch and a half hour commute. My boss didn't care about me or my work, and frankly, no one else did either. Except my boyfriend”. ‘Shit, what did I say that for?’ she thinks.

  He looks at her enraptured by her very human story. 'Boyfriend? Well, there goes that hope.' He frowns as The cat-eared woman sets the drinks down with a dog treat. “Compliments the bartender,” she says.

  On seeing the dog treat, Cane is filled with rage. “Tell that old bag of fur to shove it up his ass.” His teeth and face elongate, and he snarls. He sets the treat on the serving tray. “Can you do that for me?”

  She squeals and leaves. His face slowly returned to normal.

  “I should probably go,” he says, embarrassed by his outburst.

  “no stay,” she says.

  “Are you sure? It sounds like you had some trauma today, and I don't want to add to it. Plus boyfriend?” He has butterflies in his stomach.

  “Stay and tell me what you know about the bartender,” she asks, upset about ruining her chances.

  “He is just the Cat. No one knows that much about him.” He nods. “You sure you want me to stay? People often think my transformation is disgusting.”

  The transformation was fluid, hardly disgusting. She shakes her head. “I don't know what you're talking about. Can you do it at will?”

  “no, it just happens like a reflex or sometimes emotionally,” he says, his tail trying to wag again.’If nothing else, she is fun to talk to.’

  The very end of his tail touching her leg. It's soft. She reaches down and pys with it as it wags. It escapes her grasp and wags faster as she tries to catch it. “Do you want to hold it?” he asks.

  “Uh, sure,” she says, and switching sides of the booth, he ys his tail on her p as they talk. She brushes it softly. “Are there other werewolves around?” she asks, twirling a few of the longer hairs into a curl.

  “A few hundred live near the ranch. There are other pockets throughout the world,’ he says, trying to hide how good it feels to have his tail touched.

  “and it's genetic?” she asks

  “Yeah… It's a curse or a blessing; it depends. Zeus was upset about..., he says, her hand creeping up his tail.

  He grabs his tail for comfort. Not wanting to talk about the horrible truth of his origin. “...Luckily no one bothers us out here. And compared to some of the crazy species that visit here, we are retively tame.”

  Her hand brushes against the hand he has holding his tail, and she finds her heart racing. ‘Oh my god, butterflies really?’ she thinks to herself. ‘What are you, 12?’

  “I really am sorry that Mars treated you so badly. You are incredibly beautiful,” he says nervously.

  She smiles. “Thanks for rescuing me from my self-doubt.”

  He smiles back. “Gd to be of service,” he slides his hand on top of hers and squeezes softly.