Shorts: The Furry Years Read Online Free
Author: John Van Stry
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction, furry
always great with animals. Now that I was one, well partially at least, I could tell why. He smelled good. He also sounded good, and just plain felt good. I couldn't explain it more if you wanted me to.
"Thanks Rasha! Well let's have a look at the both of you."
He then spent the next hour giving us both a basic physical. He checked my puncture and tisked at Rasha for it. She tried to blush and looked embarrassed. Then he took urine and blood samples from each of us.
"I'll compare this with what I've got on file from Rasha, of course. Using that I should be able to work up a baseline. I'll need your medical records, too." He looked up at me.
"Sure, I'll give my doctor's name to your assistant. I'm sure he'll be interested in helping out."
"Fine, with all the calls I've made since yesterday I don't expect any problems."
"So what can you tell us?" Rasha asked.
"It would seem that you have a combination of both human and tiger anatomy. But combined beneficially. On the outside you're mostly tiger, with human form. On the inside you're about split. Musculature is more animal than human, your digestive system has the stronger acids and tolerances of the tiger. But it appears you can metabolize vegetable matter pretty much as a human. Just not as efficiently. So it would still be better for you to stick to more of a meat diet to get the amino acids you need.
"The parts which are most human about you are your heads; they are more human than tiger, even if they look otherwise. Your hands, feet, and your sexual characteristics are more human too. Rasha now has two breasts instead of six, and both of your genitals are more of human proportions. Also I don't think Rasha's going to cycle like a tiger anymore, but I suspect she's still going to be an induced ovulator."
"What does that mean?" she asked, looking at me as I gave a sigh of relief.
"That you won't go into heat and spend a week giving me no rest at all."
"What's so bad about that?" She grinned, "sounds like fun if you ask me!" Then she leered at me.
"I didn't say she wouldn't go into heat, John," Randell said with a chuckle. "Only time will tell on that. But I think her cycles will be more regular and not dependent on breeding."
"Oh well," I sighed. "I just hope I don't go ballistic when she does."
"Anyway, your tails seem to be the same as a tiger's. I'm not exactly sure how you're managing to talk; your muzzle's are more flexible and a little shorter then a regular tiger's would be. From the throaty sounds of your voices I suspect some interesting changes to your vocal cords. I don't see any reason to worry about it though.
"Oh, and if I had to pick, I'd say you're both about sixteen years old on a human scale, and in perfect health."
"Could we get something that says I'm about twenty one?" Rasha asked.
"Why?"
"Well, I think I'm going to need some kind of I.D., and I don't want to be considered a child."
"Good point," I added.
"Sure, mentally you're old enough. I don't know what good it will do you though, I'm only a vet. I think a doctor will have to handle this."
"We'll see." We said together then looked at each other and grinned.
We left after that. I could smell some pretty interesting people, one was a dog of some sort, Rasha said a doberman. The other was a rabbit. I could understand why they didn't want us to run into one another. The rabbit made our mouths water.
So we stopped at a drive-through and got a dozen burgers. The girl at the window flipped when she saw us, but we left before anything could develop.
Next stop was the Sheriff's office.
"Why there?"
"I don't want to get shot by some deputy. That's all."
"I hadn’t thought about that, hon!" she sighed, "I wonder how long it will take for the world to adjust to us."
"Don’t you mean 'for us to adjust’?"
"Hell no!" She grinned, "I’m not changing again!"
I laughed with her and tried not to notice the looks we got as we walked in.
That also went fairly quick. They went to
"Thanks Rasha! Well let's have a look at the both of you."
He then spent the next hour giving us both a basic physical. He checked my puncture and tisked at Rasha for it. She tried to blush and looked embarrassed. Then he took urine and blood samples from each of us.
"I'll compare this with what I've got on file from Rasha, of course. Using that I should be able to work up a baseline. I'll need your medical records, too." He looked up at me.
"Sure, I'll give my doctor's name to your assistant. I'm sure he'll be interested in helping out."
"Fine, with all the calls I've made since yesterday I don't expect any problems."
"So what can you tell us?" Rasha asked.
"It would seem that you have a combination of both human and tiger anatomy. But combined beneficially. On the outside you're mostly tiger, with human form. On the inside you're about split. Musculature is more animal than human, your digestive system has the stronger acids and tolerances of the tiger. But it appears you can metabolize vegetable matter pretty much as a human. Just not as efficiently. So it would still be better for you to stick to more of a meat diet to get the amino acids you need.
"The parts which are most human about you are your heads; they are more human than tiger, even if they look otherwise. Your hands, feet, and your sexual characteristics are more human too. Rasha now has two breasts instead of six, and both of your genitals are more of human proportions. Also I don't think Rasha's going to cycle like a tiger anymore, but I suspect she's still going to be an induced ovulator."
"What does that mean?" she asked, looking at me as I gave a sigh of relief.
"That you won't go into heat and spend a week giving me no rest at all."
"What's so bad about that?" She grinned, "sounds like fun if you ask me!" Then she leered at me.
"I didn't say she wouldn't go into heat, John," Randell said with a chuckle. "Only time will tell on that. But I think her cycles will be more regular and not dependent on breeding."
"Oh well," I sighed. "I just hope I don't go ballistic when she does."
"Anyway, your tails seem to be the same as a tiger's. I'm not exactly sure how you're managing to talk; your muzzle's are more flexible and a little shorter then a regular tiger's would be. From the throaty sounds of your voices I suspect some interesting changes to your vocal cords. I don't see any reason to worry about it though.
"Oh, and if I had to pick, I'd say you're both about sixteen years old on a human scale, and in perfect health."
"Could we get something that says I'm about twenty one?" Rasha asked.
"Why?"
"Well, I think I'm going to need some kind of I.D., and I don't want to be considered a child."
"Good point," I added.
"Sure, mentally you're old enough. I don't know what good it will do you though, I'm only a vet. I think a doctor will have to handle this."
"We'll see." We said together then looked at each other and grinned.
We left after that. I could smell some pretty interesting people, one was a dog of some sort, Rasha said a doberman. The other was a rabbit. I could understand why they didn't want us to run into one another. The rabbit made our mouths water.
So we stopped at a drive-through and got a dozen burgers. The girl at the window flipped when she saw us, but we left before anything could develop.
Next stop was the Sheriff's office.
"Why there?"
"I don't want to get shot by some deputy. That's all."
"I hadn’t thought about that, hon!" she sighed, "I wonder how long it will take for the world to adjust to us."
"Don’t you mean 'for us to adjust’?"
"Hell no!" She grinned, "I’m not changing again!"
I laughed with her and tried not to notice the looks we got as we walked in.
That also went fairly quick. They went to
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