The world as we know it is simple. In the suburbs of a city much like one you know, people wake up, go to work, go home, eat and sleep. This cycle repeats day to day with only slight changes for fun and family.
Humans in general like to think we are special, intelligent, and lords of our domain. But we are but a spec of sand at the bottom of the endless ocean of the universe. On this spec of sand, in one of those standard suburbs, near the city like most others with trees and roads and tall buildings, in a smaller home is where we begin.
The sun peeks through the blinds of a bedroom window. Deep chestnut brown pools tiredly creak open as a bar of light pushes through the blinds and creeps up olive skin of a mans face. A soft groan can be heard as his eyes squint closed again. With stiff joints and tingly sleep still in his limbs, he pushes back the warm embrace of his covers and places his feet onto the floor in the cool morning air around him. Fuzzy carpet grasps his toes as he groggily stands.
With a stiff grunt he lifts his hands into the air and stretches his six and a half foot frame. With a loud bang the spinning fan slaps the back of his hand. His eyes shoot open from the sudden pain and cursing he stumbles toward the bathroom. Sliding out of his black boxer briefs he turns the shower on high. Waiting for the water to come to a nice steamy temperature, he takes a look at himself in the large mirror over the sink. He says to himself "time to start another day" and then slides into the waiting shower. Rinsing the night away from his body, and washing his short brown hair, pleasant sighs can be heard. Quickly he washes his body, making sure to take care over sensitive areas.
Coming out of the shower he begins to dry off himself making sure to clear the moisture out from under his pits and dad belly. Leaving the washroom now more awake his sees his wife stirring in the bed. He smiles and walks into the closet to pick out his attire for the day.
His wife wakes hearing noise coming from the room. Her long messy curly brown hair falls about her face as she sits up. Slowly she also makes her way over to the bathroom. Coming from the closet dressed for the day he walks back to the bathroom and greets his wife as she readies the shower for herself. She adjusts his collar on his shirt while he fixes his hair and makes sure his goatee is presentable. John looks himself over one more time thanking his lucky genetics that gave him such an easy to maintain set of facial hair. Seeing that his tony stark like goatee is set, and his short brown hair is now combed he nods at himself in the mirror. John adjusts his pants and belt around his pooching dad belly and then walks out of the room saying a quick "I love you" to his wife. Walking to the kitchen he smiles hearing his young daughter open the door to her room and stumble over to bedroom he just left. Calling from the kitchen another " I love you" to his daughter she smiles and lazily waves her arms as she climbs into his bed to watch her morning cartoons.
Sighing John makes his way out the door and begrudgingly makes his way to work. The day goes slowly, like any other. John had no clue this would be the last normal day he would ever have.
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Floating in the vast ocean of space, a bright spec could be seen near a small blue star. Getting closer and closer to spec, it gets larger and larger revealing it as a large battle cruiser. Moving closer thousands of small windows can be seen showing the vastness of space to the occupants. Each one seems lit with internal lights except for one.
Moving toward that single unlit window near the top of the ship and peering in you would see a still body laying on a stiff looking mattress. Moving closer soft whitish skin can be seen on this bodies face. Long eyelashes, thin sharply contoured eyebrows, and flowing long golden blonde hair frame her face. A small button nose sits in the center of her face with pert black lined luscious lips on her face. Those black lines move from the edges of her lips like black tears up to the inner corners of her eyes. Small pointy k9 teeth can be seen peaking out of her mouth while she happily slumbers.
The light in the room begins to slowly turn on, and a chime can be heard echoing from an unknown place inside. She stirs from the new ambiance and sound in the room. Shifting on her spot her blonde locks fall around her face as a feline like ear with soft golden fur and black tips twitches on the side of her head in time with the chiming. A sweet melodic voice is heard as she groans out "5 more mites...." Before pushing her face into her pillow.
The light continues to get brighter, and the chiming gets louder followed by the simulated sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing being added to the noise in the room. A mechanical voice with a hint of feminine tones then blares out into the room "captain you are needed on the bridge".
The sleeping body tosses again as the loud words echo in her skull. Soft eye lids creak open. Deep blue pools slowly focus on the room, with slitted irises closing as she grows in consciousness. Sighing she pushes herself up from the bed, thin sheets sliding off her shoulders into a pool at her waist.
Her shoulders seem firm and taught though covered with a very short bit of golden fur. Pushing further as if to stretch, the sheets fall away more revealing dark black globs of spots littering the yellow fuz that covers her body. As her chest leaves the warm comfort of her mattress, her underside is shown as a stark white in contrast to the vibrant golden hue on her back. Her chest is adorned with two perky sets of white covered b cups with out a stitch of clothing hiding the lovely perfectly round shapes.
Her legs move up pushing her knees under her body and causing her rear to arch in the air. The sheets finally spill off of her the rest of the way showing her soft curves and lithe muscles lining her limbs. All of her body is covered with that golden softness with black spots. Pert buns with a heart shape push up into the air as she arches her back stretching. At the meeting place of those firm cheeks a thick tail begins. It pushes high into the air and quivers its black and yellow ringed length with the stretching of her back. The white tipped fluff at the end flies back and forth before she finally finishes her stretch and flops back onto the bed.
The mechanical women's voice repeats this time "captain you are needed on the bridge". She growls out at the voice "I heard you, I am coming" before she rolls over and kicks her feet off the bed. Groggily sitting at the edge of the bed literally staring out the window into the vastness of space she attempts to collect her jumbled thoughts. Just as she is almost prepared to move the chime and voice come on again "captain Angel..." Before the voice can finish she growls out "I fricken heard you now SHUT UP TINA!!!!". With confirmation of the captain being awake the voice and chimes cease. The lights dim from blindingly bright back down to a soft blue hue.
Angel stands slowly and stretches once more while staring out the window into the darkness. With a sigh she relaxes from the long stretch and moves towards a side of the room. Sensing her nearing, a wall slowly slides into itself revealing an inner room. Right as she goes to step in another chime is heard in the room and a different voice can be heard "captain we need you on the bridge". Angel stops and sighs again disappointedly as she doesn't even get to enjoy a morning cleaning. Stopping she says "what is it Coleen?" And turns instead opening a different panel revealing a line of uniforms. Grabbing one she begins to slowly put it on with little care. Coleen replies through the speaker "we have found the original strain". Angel stops and her eyes refocus before asking "can you repeat that?". Coleen stops and excitedly says through the speaker again "We have found the original strain".