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Ever wonder where the fuck all these furries come from? Me fucking too. I'm absolutely sick of there not being a consistent universe in which furries exist. One story they are this, another they're that. I'm sick of it. And god damn it, I'm going to fix it, for myself at least. This story is about where every damn furry came from, why they're here and what they are. This is my universe that I will be writing from henceforth. Argue with me. Agree with me. Just fucking say something. Don't read this and brush it off. Rate it, if you hate it tell me why, if you love it, tell me why.

It started out as a military experiment as so many things do. Why not combine the intelligence and skill of a highly trained special operations unit with the speed and power of say, a bear. The initial testing went horribly wrong, again-as so many do. But those were covered up for a couple of years, until it was too late. In fact, the first three generations were considered failures. Gen. 1 was a physiological nightmare; the geneticists had tried to combine the DNA of the subject 50% with that of the subject animal, (let's stick with bears for now.) The result of Gen. 1 was mangled and in no way identifiable. It was reported that in some cases internal organs were so large that they protruded, or were absent all together. Others had twisted bone structures-elbows fused into foreheads, feet melded with shoulders and so on. No one from Gen. 1 survived.

The second generation of what was then called "F.U.R." (Feral Ursine Redevelopment) was much more successful; several specimens even sustained life for several hours or even days, one such incident reportedly survived for a week. However, Gen. 2 was plagued with issues of cognitive abilities, these specimens were more feral than human. Very few of the second generation had any speech ability and were almost always hostile, even towards those with whom they had had intimate relationships.

The third, and what was thought to be last generation was the most successful, in all reality they were too successful. On the third attempt, geneticists were less concerned with an even blend of species, but focused more on keeping the specimen alive and cognitive. They succeeded... to a degree. The result of the third generation was an emotionless zombie, but an emotionless zombie that completed the P.T. tests in half or less the time that the most veteran Olympians could. Fully cognitive and in some cases highly intelligent, the third generation was considered a success, so much so that the military decided to reintroduce the subjects to their closest family members.

That was their mistake. As soon as the bear-men, (who, it is note-worthy, were hideous), saw their wives, girlfriends, or even past lovers immediately broke all restraint systems in place and proceeded to mate with them. Ten such instances took place before the project was called off.

Ten little mistakes. Nine months later, these ten little mistakes made world headline news. The globe was captivated by these human women giving birth their mutated-lovers' children.

Immediately enacted was a 'tell-all' policy which prohibited the military from hiding anything from the general population. In fact, it didn't give the military a choice; this policy took a digital copy of every file that the military had on record and placed it on a public website, available for download.

The site crashed six times before the 'tell-all' policy was revoked and the files ceased to exist in the public domain. During the weeks that the files were available, several people downloaded everything, instead of trying to filter through the documentation word by word like so many others. These people became the entrepreneurs that the world would later refer to as de-skinners. They didn't remove any skin however, they reversed the "skinning" process of the fur trade; these men and women genetically modified the public, for a price.

Thirteen years and countless generations later, approximately 99.9 percent of the world has been transformed. During these thirteen years, thousands of people; humans, died for beauty, or ignorance. There are what we now consider to be six wars; three taking place at the government level in legislation halls, one was done entirely with rioting, another took place between religious fanatics and the early transformed, and one that eradicated a quarter of the world population; The Human Euthanization.

The funny thing about furries is that many lost their sense of vocabulary. Euthanasia means "good death." Well, maybe for those who were in charge, but those dying experienced everything except peace. The Euthanization, as it is now called, claimed lives in the forms of gunfire, explosions, poisons, assassinations, eradications, beatings, even hangings. The furries felt that they were privileged, that they were entitled to solely rule the earth, based on their choice in 'fashion'. Because these creatures changed themselves, they sought to change the world by whatever means necessary.

But the Euthanization took place almost a decade ago. And there aren't enough humans around to fight off the furries' undying urge to forget. In fact the majority (78% according to a recent poll) has no recollection of the Euthanization. Must be something in the water. Since then, humans have been given extraordinary rights and privileges. They are considered a fucking endangered species. 'Hunting' them is illegal and now also a capital offense.

Along with their persistent self-worship as a culture, the furries of today inevitably, as the children of Gen. 3, are sexual beings. Actually, that was a bit of an understatement, they have sex three times more often in a given day than the average human did. No one understands why, and very few people want to, they're too busy fucking.

My name is Gideon Maddox. I'm a part of a dying, primitive species known as the human race. I am one of the last 30,000 humans on this planet. And I fucking hate furries.