Jared rick and Martin entered their cabin and were...unimpressed. The beds were lumpy...clearly well past their expatriation and there was little room to do anything but...sleep.
"so much for partying all weekend in a cabin" Rick moaned, pessimistic as usual.
"Cheer up man" Jared replied " At least we have vodka!" Jared pulled a handle out of his backpack, presenting it to his friends.
Ricks ears perked up at that.
"well...you always know how to make things bearable" Rick replied as he watched Jared pour three shot glasses.
Each of the men grabbed a glass.
"To a shitty weekend at camp" Rick said, raising his shot in toast " And may the girls never get to choose our weekend plans again!"
With that, the three tossed back the liquor.
From there, the night descended into an energized, alcohol fueled blur.
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Opening a sleepy eye, Rick let out a yawn. His mind was fuzzy, seemingly dulled with thick cotton. He hardly remembered the night before, the events reduced to nothing more than a swirrel of vodka, shouting and cards. A dopy grin crossed his face
"Might not remember it...but it must have been fun" He said, a rumbling purr punctuating his words.
His ears twitched at the sound of his voice. Did he just...pur? And the pich... It was far too high.
He paused again. "Wait...did my ears just....twitch?" He thought, his somewhat muddled hangover addled mind finding it hard to grasp reality.
Gradually, he reached his hands up the side of his face towards where his ears should have been. He found nothing. Slowly, he reached higher and found two rounded, furry ears standing atop his head.
A deep roar filled the cabin.
Scrambling to his feet, Rick rushed to a mirror on the wall and gasped at the sight he saw. He was a lioness. Almost a lioness at least.
The four legged, tawny furred cat that stared back at him looked less like a wild cat and more like how a cartoonist might envision a lioness if they were sentient. He still had his short cropped, sporty brown hair and his eyes looked more human than your average lion, designed to be wider and more expressive. Overall, the general configuration of his face gave him a certain human quality that allowed for emotion, expression and human speech.
Sitting up on his hind legs, he found the position comfortable, as if his feral form was designed to 'stand' in this position, adding further to his slight anthropomorphism. He also noted that he was wearing a short sleeved camp uniform. At least the top of a camp uniform. In typical animal fashion, his legs were naked.
"This is too fucking weird" he murred, a note of a growl underlining his words.
As he continued to stare, his ear twitched slightly, sensing the sound of movement.
"What the fuck was that roar, did someone let a bear in?" came a voice. Jared and martin were awake.