Furry World

Light streams in through your window and hits your eyes. You groan, rolling out of bed, and stare at the ceiling a few minutes before getting up. You're still tired, horny, and you curse - loudly - as you step on a piece of broken ceramic.

The mug of water you got before bed fell off your dresser and broke in the night. Lovely. You pick the little shard of pottery out of your foot and look at your reflection in the mirror across the room from you, seeing... well, the same thing you see every day: