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The Great Pet Store of New York was not what it was, only a few short years ago. A small and unappealing structure when it was first build, back in 2010, it had been ment as a family pet store, where men and their wives could take their little children to purchase puppies or kittens or little goldfish in plastic bags. The cages where small, simple, and somewhat dull, and all in all it diden't attract that much attention from anybody, except those who where specifically looking for it.
Of course, that was before The Beast Flu.
The Beast Flu, like most pandemics, had started out in the filthy, ill-organized backwaters of the world; India and China, to be percise. The death toll was small, the victeams unimportant... and hence, nothing was done. However, the Flu quickly started spreading around the globe, a literal beast on the rampage. However, scientists noticed a rather unique trait to the desise; that it only seemed to target woman. After a more careful analyses, they came up with a conclusion; apperently, humanity had fought with this infection sometime in the past, and that the code for producing antibodies was located on the y chromosone. Whole cities, provinces, even small nations where strip-mined of their woman, the Beast Flu having nearly a 100% fatality rate. For a time, all seemed lost.
As a last, desprite measure, the men had taken what few uninfected females they could find and surgaically removed their overies; those precious eggs safe so long as they diden't become human. By the time the project began, woman had dropped to less then one percent of what they had been before. Noticing that animals diden't seem to be infected by the Beast Flu, animal DNA from any and every source was spliced in, and placed in specially crafted womb-vats. For nine months, desiese wipping out all but a few dozen woman, the world watched, and waited.
Finnaly, the came out; the first of what would be many generations of furries. Some had fur, others wings and feathers, some scales... but all where female. As they grew up, they proved to be immune to the ravanges of the desiese... though certainly at a cost to their humanity. These included the very obvious ones (they've become half animal, half human after all), but also various minor rejective problems before and just after birth, causing a level of brain damage that reduced their average IQ to 12 or 14 points bellow a similery educated human. Also, due to a differing brain structure, they had a certain animalistic inablity to function on a scientifically abstract plain of thought, reducing them to rather simple creatures, who diden't have a hope of surviving in the rugged compotition of the modern world. So, a system was set up in which these creatures are trained in their native envorments, learning the skills nessicery to be domestic servents, companions, and such for humans, who would then purchase them as pets.
That was when the Great Pet Shop took on its current form. Now, it toured as a seven story complex, close to a dozen layers deep, is glittering sigh lighting up the dim day. The sidewalk in front was clean, the people about where well-bahaved, and the buidling was washed to the point where, if their had been any sun, the grey would have glinted like sharp steel.
This was the building Canas Elden was looking over that day, a cold, slightly foggy November morning on the streets of New York City. At 21, he wasen't dark or particularly handsom, but he was tall, a good 6' 3", with seriously cropped hair, wirey build, and grey eyes that looked as though they where peering straght through you. He'd dressed himself up in the proper attire for this weather, a light blue spring jacket, dark blue running pants, and a set of grey sneakers. He stood, slightly nerviously, before the doors, his United Masculine Government dollers held tightly in his wallet. Today, he was going in to select his first pet, one he had saved up for, scrounging every cent he could. Bracing himself, he stepped through the doors and into the lobby. There wasen't much there; a few blue chairs, some signs advertising the newest breakthroughs in Draco-gene technology, and a desk, where a uniformed boy sat, typing a few notes into his computer as he waved Canas to the desk.
"Welcome to Great Pet Store," he said, his eyes drifting up and giving a smile only a reception employee could ever pull off , "I'll see you get your collar. Any idea of what sort of pet you're looking for?" He rummeged under the desk, reaching down and staining a bit before coming up with a thick, rough leather collar, emblazed with the circle and arrow of the UMG and fitted with more then a few small electronic devices.
Canas stood their, focusing his will, pressing down the excitiment and trying to look old hat at this. "I haven't given it much tought, anything you recommend?" These guys always had something to say, even if it was just what their managers told them.
Surprisingly, the boy went over and tapped in a few more commands to his computer. "Um, we've just gotten a few new additions over in the forest sector. If you'd like to browse, you can just go through that door to your left," he pointed at the door with, what else, a picture of a tree on it. "If you don't find anything there, though, just come back. We have plenty more choices"
Somewhat confused, Canas pressed his way through the door, opening up to what appered to be a genunine indoor forest. The trees, the undergrowth, the scent... it was all so lifelike. Certainly, Male technology was an amazing thing. He wandered won the pictreque path, taking in the sights; a heafty bear-girl lumbering across the ground with her thick shaggy fur, a sparrow girl with smooth feathers nesting in the tree, a cute little bunnygirl peaking out from behind the tree. So many choices, he oggled as he walked, so many choices...
The Great Pet Store of New York was not what it was, only a few short years ago. A small and unappealing structure when it was first build, back in 2010, it had been ment as a family pet store, where men and their wives could take their little children to purchase puppies or kittens or little goldfish in plastic bags. The cages where small, simple, and somewhat dull, and all in all it diden't attract that much attention from anybody, except those who where specifically looking for it.
Of course, that was before The Beast Flu.
The Beast Flu, like most pandemics, had started out in the filthy, ill-organized backwaters of the world; India and China, to be percise. The death toll was small, the victeams unimportant... and hence, nothing was done. However, the Flu quickly started spreading around the globe, a literal beast on the rampage. However, scientists noticed a rather unique trait to the desise; that it only seemed to target woman. After a more careful analyses, they came up with a conclusion; apperently, humanity had fought with this infection sometime in the past, and that the code for producing antibodies was located on the y chromosone. Whole cities, provinces, even small nations where strip-mined of their woman, the Beast Flu having nearly a 100% fatality rate. For a time, all seemed lost.
As a last, desprite measure, the men had taken what few uninfected females they could find and surgaically removed their overies; those precious eggs safe so long as they diden't become human. By the time the project began, woman had dropped to less then one percent of what they had been before. Noticing that animals diden't seem to be infected by the Beast Flu, animal DNA from any and every source was spliced in, and placed in specially crafted womb-vats. For nine months, desiese wipping out all but a few dozen woman, the world watched, and waited.
Finnaly, the came out; the first of what would be many generations of furries. Some had fur, others wings and feathers, some scales... but all where female. As they grew up, they proved to be immune to the ravanges of the desiese... though certainly at a cost to their humanity. These included the very obvious ones (they've become half animal, half human after all), but also various minor rejective problems before and just after birth, causing a level of brain damage that reduced their average IQ to 12 or 14 points bellow a similery educated human. Also, due to a differing brain structure, they had a certain animalistic inablity to function on a scientifically abstract plain of thought, reducing them to rather simple creatures, who diden't have a hope of surviving in the rugged compotition of the modern world. So, a system was set up in which these creatures are trained in their native envorments, learning the skills nessicery to be domestic servents, companions, and such for humans, who would then purchase them as pets.
That was when the Great Pet Shop took on its current form. Now, it toured as a seven story complex, close to a dozen layers deep, is glittering sigh lighting up the dim day. The sidewalk in front was clean, the people about where well-bahaved, and the buidling was washed to the point where, if their had been any sun, the grey would have glinted like sharp steel.
This was the building Canas Elden was looking over that day, a cold, slightly foggy November morning on the streets of New York City. At 21, he wasen't dark or particularly handsom, but he was tall, a good 6' 3", with seriously cropped hair, wirey build, and grey eyes that looked as though they where peering straght through you. He'd dressed himself up in the proper attire for this weather, a light blue spring jacket, dark blue running pants, and a set of grey sneakers. He stood, slightly nerviously, before the doors, his United Masculine Government dollers held tightly in his wallet. Today, he was going in to select his first pet, one he had saved up for, scrounging every cent he could. Bracing himself, he stepped through the doors and into the lobby. There wasen't much there; a few blue chairs, some signs advertising the newest breakthroughs in Draco-gene technology, and a desk, where a uniformed boy sat, typing a few notes into his computer as he waved Canas to the desk.
"Welcome to Great Pet Store," he said, his eyes drifting up and giving a smile only a reception employee could ever pull off , "I'll see you get your collar. Any idea of what sort of pet you're looking for?" He rummeged under the desk, reaching down and staining a bit before coming up with a thick, rough leather collar, emblazed with the circle and arrow of the UMG and fitted with more then a few small electronic devices.
Canas stood their, focusing his will, pressing down the excitiment and trying to look old hat at this. "I haven't given it much tought, anything you recommend?" These guys always had something to say, even if it was just what their managers told them.
Surprisingly, the boy went over and tapped in a few more commands to his computer. "Um, we've just gotten a few new additions over in the forest sector. If you'd like to browse, you can just go through that door to your left," he pointed at the door with, what else, a picture of a tree on it. "If you don't find anything there, though, just come back. We have plenty more choices"
Somewhat confused, Canas pressed his way through the door, opening up to what appered to be a genunine indoor forest. The trees, the undergrowth, the scent... it was all so lifelike. Certainly, Male technology was an amazing thing. He wandered won the pictreque path, taking in the sights; a heafty bear-girl lumbering across the ground with her thick shaggy fur, a sparrow girl with smooth feathers nesting in the tree, a cute little bunnygirl peaking out from behind the tree. So many choices, he oggled as he walked, so many choices...
