swordandsandle
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the world is not particularly different then it is today. Sure, computers have gotten better, energy is cleaner, people are living longer and healthier lives, new enviormental preserves have opened up the wonders of nature in the world, and there are a few new fancy toys to play with, but all in all few big changes have happened. The same nations that where then are still here now, people still have the same prejudices, and there aren't any flying cars or food pills, or even a cure for cancer.
There was one big thing that happened though; The Beast Flu.
It wasen't much different from most pandemics. It started out growing in the slums of India and Africa, catching the poorest and least healthy. After a few days of strange cunvulsions, delerium, and a ravnious hunger, victeams died in their sleep, bloodless. Of course, poor and few as they where, word diden't spread, and before people relized what was going on, it was everywhere.
The only major abnormality about it, though, was something people never expected to see. Despite it occuring all over the world, the flu only ever seemed to affect female humans; no animal or man ever showed up possessing it. However, it was virulent, and even with the nations of the world working around the clock to find a cure, feminity was dropping in droves. It was adaptable, hardy, and 100% lethal. The remaining women where locked up in specially sealed chambers by order of the United Nations, hope seemed all but lost, when suddenly a solution was stumbled upon.
It was found that, the reason that the virus never affected men or animals, was because of two codes hidden on the Y chromosone and nearly all the animal kingdom, barring the great apes. Although previously labeled as "nonsence" DNA, it was discovered that it, indeed, coded for an immunity to the infection. Of course, unable to seperate it from the Y chromosome (and indeed prefering not to live in a world full of hermaphroites), the men did what they needed to do; they cross-spliced animal genetics into the extracted eggs of the remaining women, producing an amazing new genetic code that would, when fertilized, form a creature immune to the ravanges of virus.
These gave rise to the furries; a new, uniquely female creature with breeding potential of both humans and their parent species. Gifted with a quirk of outstanding fertility, the creatures (when they reached maturity), turned out large litters of children, repedativly. Though studies are still being done on why, it seems all males are born pure human, and all females furries. As such, the dynamic of humanity changed for good.
Though, was if for the best? Despite the new fertility and immunity to the virus, the splicing had the unfortunate side effect of blunting the furries life span and intellgence. Due to genetic incompadability, low levels of mental redardation where almost omnipresent (Average IQ was about 80.2), with a life span of about 50 years even with the best medical care (though, oddly enough, old age diden't set in any earlier then it did for humans, so they never died old). As such, alongside inate desires from their animal species, they where deemed ill-suited and inefficant for proffesional life in all but the rarest cases (with specieal papers, perments, and tests). Insteed, they where raised in the native habitats of their parent species, trained in basic domestic duties, and later transfered to "Pet stores" to be sold to the men of the world, who where now swamped with a huge duty of running a society just as complex as the one before the flu, only with about 2/3s as many workers. It was a good relationship, both sides supporting one another, and it wasen't uncommon for a man to care for his new servents, showing them a tender, child-worthy respect. ...
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New York City, United State of AmeriCanada, Mid-Spring
The Great Pet Store,
A glittering, chrome building; a modern landmark almost as memorable as the Statue of Liberty or the New World Trade Center. Though three stories high on the surface, it went deep, deep below ground; dozens of stories, each filled with wonderious breeds of pets. This sign, not too fancy, stood in great red letter before the front entrance, surronded by engravings of petgirls of every description. Here, and only here, was where the real magic of genetic tinkering could be found.
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 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 Dino-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 circle and cross that had come to symbolize petgirls 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 actually went over and tapped in a few more commands to his computer. Staring at the screen intently, he seemed to be mentally debating before nodding curtly. "Well, the Savanna section has a decent selection today. Just got a new airshipment from the East African habitat. Why not go there?"
A bit unsure, Cana was quick to grab onto the idea, smiling politly. "That sounds nice," he looked around, finally spotting the directery. "Thank you."
Following the map, he travaled down several floors, finnally finding the appropreate section, right across the hall from Aquatic Life. Flipping open the door, he was suddenly looking into a wonder of technology; a fully enclosed, perfectly replicated Savanna, about a hundred feet underground. The scraggly trees dotted the area, tall grasses swaying in the breeze and hot lamplight. Stepping in, Cana slowly took in the deep sights, following a dirt path. He caught sight of some of the local wildlife; a gazzele girl looked up from her grazing; stiffening her legs and hooves before slowly coming over, staring with large dewy eyes. A less then pretty hyinna, at the end of her life, hobbled in hopefully, licking at his heels. Even a few ariels flew over him, mulicolored plumage filling the sky. It was also such a wonder...
Then he saw her.
She was lounging out in the sun, curled into a small ball. Lithe frame... if a bit weak, spotted down her back and front, face pushing forward into a bit of a muzzle. Slowly, he walked over, the rest of the girls trailing him, proding her awake when he got close.
"Hey girl," he smiled gently as she awoke. "How are you doing?"
the world is not particularly different then it is today. Sure, computers have gotten better, energy is cleaner, people are living longer and healthier lives, new enviormental preserves have opened up the wonders of nature in the world, and there are a few new fancy toys to play with, but all in all few big changes have happened. The same nations that where then are still here now, people still have the same prejudices, and there aren't any flying cars or food pills, or even a cure for cancer.
There was one big thing that happened though; The Beast Flu.
It wasen't much different from most pandemics. It started out growing in the slums of India and Africa, catching the poorest and least healthy. After a few days of strange cunvulsions, delerium, and a ravnious hunger, victeams died in their sleep, bloodless. Of course, poor and few as they where, word diden't spread, and before people relized what was going on, it was everywhere.
The only major abnormality about it, though, was something people never expected to see. Despite it occuring all over the world, the flu only ever seemed to affect female humans; no animal or man ever showed up possessing it. However, it was virulent, and even with the nations of the world working around the clock to find a cure, feminity was dropping in droves. It was adaptable, hardy, and 100% lethal. The remaining women where locked up in specially sealed chambers by order of the United Nations, hope seemed all but lost, when suddenly a solution was stumbled upon.
It was found that, the reason that the virus never affected men or animals, was because of two codes hidden on the Y chromosone and nearly all the animal kingdom, barring the great apes. Although previously labeled as "nonsence" DNA, it was discovered that it, indeed, coded for an immunity to the infection. Of course, unable to seperate it from the Y chromosome (and indeed prefering not to live in a world full of hermaphroites), the men did what they needed to do; they cross-spliced animal genetics into the extracted eggs of the remaining women, producing an amazing new genetic code that would, when fertilized, form a creature immune to the ravanges of virus.
These gave rise to the furries; a new, uniquely female creature with breeding potential of both humans and their parent species. Gifted with a quirk of outstanding fertility, the creatures (when they reached maturity), turned out large litters of children, repedativly. Though studies are still being done on why, it seems all males are born pure human, and all females furries. As such, the dynamic of humanity changed for good.
Though, was if for the best? Despite the new fertility and immunity to the virus, the splicing had the unfortunate side effect of blunting the furries life span and intellgence. Due to genetic incompadability, low levels of mental redardation where almost omnipresent (Average IQ was about 80.2), with a life span of about 50 years even with the best medical care (though, oddly enough, old age diden't set in any earlier then it did for humans, so they never died old). As such, alongside inate desires from their animal species, they where deemed ill-suited and inefficant for proffesional life in all but the rarest cases (with specieal papers, perments, and tests). Insteed, they where raised in the native habitats of their parent species, trained in basic domestic duties, and later transfered to "Pet stores" to be sold to the men of the world, who where now swamped with a huge duty of running a society just as complex as the one before the flu, only with about 2/3s as many workers. It was a good relationship, both sides supporting one another, and it wasen't uncommon for a man to care for his new servents, showing them a tender, child-worthy respect. ...
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New York City, United State of AmeriCanada, Mid-Spring
The Great Pet Store,
A glittering, chrome building; a modern landmark almost as memorable as the Statue of Liberty or the New World Trade Center. Though three stories high on the surface, it went deep, deep below ground; dozens of stories, each filled with wonderious breeds of pets. This sign, not too fancy, stood in great red letter before the front entrance, surronded by engravings of petgirls of every description. Here, and only here, was where the real magic of genetic tinkering could be found.
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 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 Dino-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 circle and cross that had come to symbolize petgirls 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 actually went over and tapped in a few more commands to his computer. Staring at the screen intently, he seemed to be mentally debating before nodding curtly. "Well, the Savanna section has a decent selection today. Just got a new airshipment from the East African habitat. Why not go there?"
A bit unsure, Cana was quick to grab onto the idea, smiling politly. "That sounds nice," he looked around, finally spotting the directery. "Thank you."
Following the map, he travaled down several floors, finnally finding the appropreate section, right across the hall from Aquatic Life. Flipping open the door, he was suddenly looking into a wonder of technology; a fully enclosed, perfectly replicated Savanna, about a hundred feet underground. The scraggly trees dotted the area, tall grasses swaying in the breeze and hot lamplight. Stepping in, Cana slowly took in the deep sights, following a dirt path. He caught sight of some of the local wildlife; a gazzele girl looked up from her grazing; stiffening her legs and hooves before slowly coming over, staring with large dewy eyes. A less then pretty hyinna, at the end of her life, hobbled in hopefully, licking at his heels. Even a few ariels flew over him, mulicolored plumage filling the sky. It was also such a wonder...
Then he saw her.
She was lounging out in the sun, curled into a small ball. Lithe frame... if a bit weak, spotted down her back and front, face pushing forward into a bit of a muzzle. Slowly, he walked over, the rest of the girls trailing him, proding her awake when he got close.
"Hey girl," he smiled gently as she awoke. "How are you doing?"