It started out like any other day, he got up, got dressed, fed his dog, and boarded the train to get to work. Josh was your average, brown-haired, 25 year old office jockey with an average build, not too lean, not too fat. He stayed at fit as he could going back and forth to work, but he wasn’t unattractive. A few of his coworkers even hit in him from time to time. Today, however, was different.
It started as he got off the train, the area unusually quiet. The station look ransacked and dirty, like an earthquake had recently passed through the area. He maneuvered through the fallen trash bins, garbage, and broken kiosk to get to the Main Street, and that’s when it hit him. The air stunk like musk and sex, like an entire zoo had gone into heat and a rut at the same time. He couldn’t help but feel a tingle in his crotch, his shaft slowly hardening as he walked to work. He checked his phone and saw a blip of a news article about a mutagen. Quickly, he tapped on it and read as much as he could. As soon as he read the article, he slipped and fell. Checking the ground, he saw he had slipped in a puddle of sex juices, somehow missing several other ones surrounding him. Feeling frantic, he decides to quicken his pace as he tries to slip into the office. He gets to the front door, but he is met with some growling and heavy musk. There are two muscular anthros about 10 feet behind him, one a wolf, and the other a horse, both naked with erect cocks that they are jerking with one hand. He has two options; Josh can try to bar the door as he runs in, or make a mad dash for cover.