Furry World

Light streams in through your window and hits your eyes. The warm colors of your apartment make it easier to wake. You yawn loudly and stare at the ceiling a few minutes before getting up. You're still a little tired, but of more concern, you're horny.

You roll out of bed and curse--loudly--as you step on a piece of broken ceramic. The mug of water you got before bed fell off your nightstand and broke in the night. Pieces of the shattered vessel litter your hardwood floor. Lovely.

You pick the little shard of pottery out of your foot and look at your reflection in the standing mirror across the room, seeing... well, the same thing you see every day:

(Foot Note: I’m not going to claim of story branches, or writing. I have added my own chapters, but the original story is up on editthis.info, you of would like to check it out)