In One World or the Next, My Love is With You
Our story begins with Gin. He is your average nineteen year-old guy with an average guy life. He wakes up, showers, gets dressed, goes to work, comes home and wastes time playing videogames, reads porn, and searches the net, buying both collectable and functional weapon pieces, then sleeps, and repeats the process. Pretty boring, huh? I think so too, but see Gin didn't just grow bored, no, he was obsessed.
He hated how dead everything was. It took all of his will power just to get out of bed every morning to face the day. Here we have a sucessful biochemist, a credit to human science who has a great job and a fine paycheck and yet, life and love had lost their spark, there was no challenge to it he didn't have to struggle or fight for anything it was all just laid out there for him, he was set. Love? Hah, the girls at the lab basicly groveled at his feet, entranced by his charm,.......or according to him, his paycheck.He lost intrest in them, it's as if this world was pushing him away, purposefully forcing him to lose interest.Gin no longer had any love for the world he lived in, but one morning was different somehow, it was,.....strange.
He had a weird dream the night before of two figures sillouetted in shadow dragging what appeared to be his unconcious body through the woods and throwing him into what appeared to be a cage. He wakes up with a splitting head-ache. Sleepily rubbing his eyes, he quickly notices everything is really drafty, there was something cold, like metal, wrapped around his ankle, and appearently where ever he was, was moving.
Still unable to focus his vision, he listens quietly trying to asess his surroundings. He hears to male voices behind him and continues to sleepily rub his eyes as he listens in, the first voice deep and kind of hoarse.
"Man did we catch something weird," the second voice a slightly higher pitched voice replies.
"Yeah, but maybe we can sell it as a rare and newly discovered species, the others should pull in a fine amount as well. It scared me when it came flying out of that swirly hole in nothing though." The first voice just "yeah'd" in agreement.
His eyes finally beginning to adjust, he tries looking around. He heard "others" mentioned, maybe someone here knew what was going on. Before him, some ways away appearently across whatever room he was in were grayish blobs that slowly took human form, he blinks and looks harder his eye now adjusting to the dark the blobs take on greater detail, and he rubs his eyes this time in disbelief for they had the features of animals; bi-pedal, anthro, animals. He was amazed as he gazed upon them. Trying to stay calm, he looks around trying to observe his surroundings, the first thing he notices is that everyone is naked, including himself.
Noticing this he thinks to himself, "well that explains the draft." Slowly he begins regainning awareness of his other senses. His skin crawled and iched as he became strangly....aware, of every hair folicle on his body, suddenly realizing that his entire body was in intense pain.
He fell to his side on the floor his face twisted with pain sent from hell itself his mouth gaping with the silent screams of a poor creature being rend limb from limb that no one can hear, the furres across from look on in horror, as the carrige comes to a halt, reaching it's destination. The two wolves walk back and open the carrige doors just in time to see them with fear running deep in their eyes. T he wolves look over at Gin to see something terrible his jaw and nose extending into a snout, his spine sprouting from his back formming a tail, his finger tips losing their nails and sprouting claws as his body twists and rips shaping into that of a fox furre, the sounds of bone cracking and shaping, muscles twisting the sight of it like watching some twisted torture show, Finally his body sprouted jet black fur beautiful and shiny and matted with bloody sweat. Gin lays there shivering in his new body, exausted from the amount of energy his body used in the tranformation, with his last bit of energy he reaches for the wolves with a silently whispered, "help me," before he passes silently into sleep.
The room was spinning when he awoke, he simply lay there with his eyes closed feeling extremely relaxed for some reason, like he had felt after visiting a massage therapist one time. Something cold was on his forehead and something warm was gently padding his body. Gin slowly opens his eyes and sits up catching the cold rag as it fell from his head, as he takes a look around he sees those who were with him in the last "room" he woke up in.
He looks to a small bear cub holding what looked like a bloody rag and said to her softly,
"Were you taking care of me?" She gave a hesitant smile and nodded stepping slightly closer as he hold out his hand to her, she reaches to grab pulling back slightly then takes his hand. He slowly leads her closer and hugs her, whispering in her ear.
"Thankyou very much, please, tell them they have nothing to fear of me, they look absolutly terrified." Upon being released she gives another smiling nod and runs over to the furre who stood in shock of their embraced concerned for the girls safety. The two walk over to him as he sit there chained to the wall by the shackle on his ankle. The thin primate, possibly a chimp, looked him over some then spoke.
"Get some rest kid, you'll need it for tomarrow. It's tough work appealing to just the right customers." Gin tilted his head in confusion, "Appealing to the right customers?"
The chimp replied, "Of course, you don't want be to some weirdo's slave do you? You have to be careful about who you attract to buy you, get some sleep." he says then walks off with the girl holding her hand as she waved to Gin who sat there silent and stunned.