The Great Pet Store (closed)

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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?"
 
After a month at the building, the girl had gone almost spiritless. Back at the open field she was one of the most active girls. It was in her leopard genes, wanting to climb, jump and run. She usually chose a tree branch and went up faster as any other anthro animals. Even faster than most of her leopard sisters. It was natural for her.

But one day, some of the girls were lured into small cages and trapped to be sent to pet shops. They were ready to be offered to mankind so they had to leave the open field. Together with other girls (one or two of each species) she had been packed and boarded in the hold of a big plane. The journey had been more than awful. It was a quite noisy place, and it became even worse when the monkey girls had started squeaking. All the girls got anxious and chaos broke out. Luckily the journey only lasted a couple of hours and when they were taken into the shop, all she had left was a slight head ache.

The space at the shop was better than expected. After the horrible trip, she thought they would be stored in little bar cages. But the basement of the shop had a wide area with a replicated Savanna. The girl was amazed at the sight of trees, and the moment she was set free, she run up the closest to her. The feeling was far from similar to a real tree, but it was more than she was expecting. And up there she stayed for the rest of the day.

From there she could take a look at all the girls around. She was surprised to see quite a lot of leopard girls. There were far more girls of that species than any other else. It didn't surprise her though. Leopard girls were known to be a bit solitary, and thus may not be wanted by men. Leopards were also quite active at night, and possibly men wouldn't like that either. But she wasn't worried. That basement looked like a quite nice place to live.

At the replicated Savanna she was given her first name. Leopard 35, not a very fancy one, but a name after all. It was nice to have someone taken care of her. She knew back at the real savanna they were taken care by other men, but they had a policy of "no intervention", so men were rarely seen. They were taught the language and manners by older animal girls and food and other things appeared almost out of the blue. So the first real connection with human people was being quite satisfactory. At the place was nice. It was not like the real one, but it seemed enough for her. And it never rained. She liked that, because she didn't have to be wet for lots of hours waiting for the sun to dry her. But she missed the rain drops falling down her skin. It had been one of her preferred sensations, it was almost like a caress from nature. That it why she enjoyed shower time so much. It felt as good as being under the rain, but you could get away from it whenever you wanted. So she was loving the place quite a lot.

But after a month, she clearly recognized the difference from the open field. The basement was big, but not as wide as the place were she had been born. When she wanted to run, she had to go around the place several times, and eventually it became boring. So now, she just lay on the grass most of the time, looking at the other happy girls who were satisfied with the place.

Sometimes she noticed the murmur of girls going around men who came to get a pet. The Savanna was not very frequented by pet buyers, as the pet girls there were a bit strange. So any time a man showed up down there, all the girls got restless and excited. At first, she had joined them, hoping for one of them to choose her and take her out of her misery. But seeing she was always dismissed quite quickly, she no longer approached the crowd.

So she was surprised when she found than man talking to her.

"Hey girl. How are you doing?"

And she didn't know what to say.

Had he taken a good look at her? Maybe he hadn't noticed she was a leopard girl. Some men couldn't tell them apart from tigresses, which were more wanted.

She stared at him for a while expecting him to lose interest in her, just like every other man had done before. But he seemed different. So she got up, not wanting to be rude. Her furry skin bristled for a moment with the change of temperature. The air in the place wasn't cold, but it was cool enough to notice the difference with being all curled up on the ground. Her leopard tail curled up and its tip showed between her waist and her right arm. She looked for some seconds into the eyes of the boy and finally answered him, looking back at the ground.

"Hi" she purred in a low voice and quite timid.

She tried to be nicer than ever. Maybe today was her lucky day.
 
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Their two faces where in front of each other, and suddenly Canas felt a strange dread going over him. Sure, he'd had his father's pet in the house during his youth, and delt with those of his freinds and relatives, but those where just street-variety; dogs, cats... although his Uncle Albert had a dolphin. Even then, it was just as a vistior; how was he supposed to be behave as a potential owner? Assertive? Curious? Cold? His lip squinched up, his fist closing when she spoke. It was a pleasent purr, respectful. His own tounge was drying in his mouth, before he was able to collect himself, taking a deep breath and bending down to her eye level, trying to look non-threatening.

"What are you doing all alone over here?" He asked, grasping to the first topic available. "The other girls are out there having fun." Still confused, he just did what seemed natural; he set his hand on her arm, rubbing the fur softly, putting his mouth back into a smile. Only now was the artifical tempurature of the area starting to catch up to him, and he could feel the heat on his skin. It was a bit... akward, dealing with a complete stranger like this. He tried hard just to see as a normal man... but it was impossable. The differences where just too great.

"If I where you, I'd be up in front every time a man came along," he tried to comfort her. However, the other girls had found where he was, and a few of the more enraptured one where starting to migrate over. "I mean, you're a pretty one... and polite too, by the looks of it." His attention was pulled away momentarily by the closness of the enchanted girls; a delicate, dewy-eyed gazzle and a sleek tigeress. The former was on four limbs, huddle up as if fighting her fears and inhabitions, while the later stood tall, sloping herself to emphasis her curves, both subtly trying to draw him away. "Are these freinds of yours?" His other hand went along the gazzele's back; the girl shivering in delight at the simple touch.

Then, it hit him in the face. "Oh, how uncivil of me," he apologized. "You can call me Canas, all of you." He directed the statement to the three closest to him, the leapord included. "Do you have names?"
 
"What are you doing all alone over here? If I where you, I'd be up in front every time a man came along, I mean, you're a pretty one... and polite too, by the looks of it."

She could have answered, but she didn't like the truth. Man were not usual suspects down there, and none of them had showed the lightest interest in her, so why should she bother? But seeing this one had approached her, she thought maybe there was hope. Other girls were approaching and he seemed to stay interested in her. So she smiled and tried to be as luring as she could. He was even touching her, something she had never experienced before, and it was so nice...

But the moment broke in a second, finally, his attention was drawn to the other girls. She knew she couldn't compete with them, but she would do whatever she could to get home with that man.

"Are these friends of yours?" he continued, touching a gazzele girl. She could only hope her skin was better than hers. Of course she wouldn't know, she had never touched any of those kinds of girls, she had never been that close to them.

"Oh, how uncivil of me," he apologized. "You can call me Canas, all of you. Do you have names?"

She had to win him, she had to...

"They call me Leopard 35, but it's a bit plain...", she hurried to say, before any of the other girls even opened their mouths.

"Though you could change it for me if you wanted...", she continued, stepping forward.

She smiled at him as she used her tail to caress his leg. She had seen other pet girls do it before, so she thought she could give it a try. There was nothing to lose and everything to gain.
 
Canas could feel his confidence rising... the strange situation slowly losing its threatening air. Indeed... it actually felt a bit endearing. These girls where just falling all over him, not really pushing but more suggesting. His hand worked its way around the circle, taking each of them in turn and giving a gentle feel... the firmness and softness telling him what he needed to know. Of course, he also was dealing with the tail tracing his legs... but it felt nice, and he diden't see a reason to make it stop.

"Gazzele 18 sir," the shy one responded as the Leopard finished. Her voice was soft, more of a whisper. "I'm a very obedient pet, sir. Clean, tidy..." her voice trailed off into a nervious whimper though, as the tiger pressed on her, trying to get his attention. However, Canas coulden't take his eyes off he spotted beuty before him.

"I think you deserve a better name then that... Grace sounds good." He tested the word on his tounge... while his brain made a snap decision. "Would you like to come home with me?"
 
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