Marie’s dreams were wild overnight as her subconscious forced her to relive the dumb argument she had with her son the night before. After Liam had finally snapped and told his mom off for treating him like a child at his age, she’d hit right back saying that when she was his age, she’d never have acted the way that Liam does. After a bit of tense back-and-forth, the two of them stormed off to different ends of the cabin and angrily crawled into bed as they tried to get some sleep.
Feeling like utter crap as she woke up the next morning, Marie’s nose twitched as she smelled the scent of teenage male sweat, a smell she had grown familiar with washing sheets, boxers, and sweatpants ever since her son had hit puberty. “I didn’t think it was that warm last night, but I guess Liam got a little too hot,” she thought to herself. “Poor little guy…”
She cursed herself for the awful things she had said to her son and sat up in bed before rubbing her eyes. She felt a fuzzy little paw against her face, making her frown and look closer at her hand. “What the…” she mumbled to herself, seeing a hand that looked like a cross between an animal and human’s, covered with soft fur and tipped with blunted little claws. She pushed her hair out of her eyes, only to realize that it wasn’t her hair, but instead a floppy pair of ears, long and fuzzy like an overgrown rabbits’ ears that were falling down over her eyes. “Ugh, why did I need to get these lop-ear genes instead of having nice straight ears like the rest of my brothers and sisters… Thanks, mom.” Marie thought to herself, then realized what a bizarre thing that was to think.
She looked around the room, and saw she wasn’t in the cabin she had fallen asleep in, but was instead surrounded by bunk beds occupied by a bunch of young teenage animal people, maybe 13 or 14 years old. Suddenly, the smell she had awoken to made sense, but the longer she sat in bed staring at the room around her, the more she stopped being bothered by it. “Whatever, man. Boys sweat, who cares?” she thought to herself, grinning as she scratched her fuzzy armpit a little bit before becoming horrified at the thoughts that seemed to be forcing themselves into her mind.
“Hold on a sec… Why am I in a boys cabin, anyway…” Marie mumbled to herself. A thought occurred to her, then she slowly lifted up her covers, seeing a beat-up pair of boxer-briefs wrapped around her waist. Taking a deep breath, she peeked inside the unfamiliar pair of underwear and…
“Geez, Marty, if you wanna beat your little carrot, at least wait ‘til you’ve got a little privacy!” Marie gasped and looked up, seeing a grinning coyote teen, about 14 years old, looking down on her from the top bunk.
Marie… No, rather, Marty the rabbit boy took a deep breath, then bellowed out an ear-shattering, “What the fuck is going on here!?”, his voice cracking a little bit as he did.
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Liam stopped for a second on the way to the showers with Grayson, letting himself get distracted for just a moment from watching his roommate’s butt as they walked together.
“Hey, did you hear something?” Liam said, looking over toward the camper cabins.
“Nah, you’ve probably still got some water in your ears,” Grayson said as he kept walking ahead. “Come on, we need to get all washed up or we’ll be late! Get moving, paddlebutt!”
Liam blushed at the little nickname, then nodded and continued to follow behind Grayson, pulling a flavored wooden stick out of his pocket and gnawing on it nervously, his new beaver instincts telling him to keep his front teeth nice and tidy as they made it to the communal showers.