It was just another day in your middle aged life when came a knock at your door. Absent-mindedly opening the door of your apartment, you were startled to find two monsters looking back at you. They were both naked, and looked like animals standing on hind legs with thumbs. But their stature and torsos were most definitely human.
One was a wolf man, with his manhood in a natural protective sheath. His front was ghost white, his back was black, while his sides were gray. He was tall and muscular, his eyes golden.
The other was a lion woman, bald, with only two nipples and two breasts, she as actually taller than he was, and only slightly less muscular. Her fur was golden brown, and her eyes amber. Her tail swayed back and forth almost hypnotically. Almost against your will you found yourself scanning up and down her form.
Both had claws that looked like they could rip the flesh from his bones.
"Hello good sir," Said the wolf in a culture voice, "Today is your lucky day, how would you like to become a man beast?"
You shuddered, and found yourself asking, "Man beast? Uh, like werewolf?"
The lioness growled. The wolf man shook his head. "Oh no no no! Werewolves these days are just humans with super powers. Man beasts, on the other hand, do not shape shift, and we are always in the form you see before you. Also, we take quite a it of pride good sir in being bloody, brutal, ravenous, having a powerful libido, being 24 hour nudists, having a strictly carnivore diet, and seeing anything made of meat as a potential source of meat except of course fellow man beasts... usually."
"... You're a bunch of bloody hedonists."
"Bloody is quite the correct term sir. As I said good sir, we take a good deal of pride in getting our claws bloody. We also perform a proper and upright rampage, transforming and eating prey as things dictate. And while we have official alpha per-say, policy is normally dictated by the most physically able and cunning member of the pack. Don't think us intolerant, we have a large collection of carnivore species you can become of. Freed from human rules of empathy and society. Though we have social rules and expectation of our own course."
"Are you going to eat me if I say no?"
"You hungry Imani?" The wolf turned to his partner.
"Not right now." The lioness growled.
"Well, I'm not feeling hungry at the moment either, so no, we would. Mauling prey when you're not hungry is improper good sir, very improper. But we aren't above engaging in bloody battle for dominance. We do have community medical care and child care as a matter of course though. We are savages, but aren't without standards."
You look around your house, think of your dead-end job, and your family you haven't seen in years, and friends... well, not really sure you'd call them that.
"So... what species are there?"