THE FURRY / DEMI-HUMAN WORLD

A world you already live in. You just haven't been counted yet.

It began 300,000 years ago, when someone did something that should not have been done.

It has not stopped since.

THE THREE

HUMANS. Identical to you. Dominant numerically, politically, economically. Immune to Nightshade. They hold the laws, the towers, the police. Most of them have never had to think about this.

FURRIES. Bipedal. Sapient. Built cities under the earth before your ancestors had writing. They remember being animals. They remember being owned. They have not forgotten either.

DEMI-HUMANS. The children of both. Ears. Tails. Horns. Human faces. Average intelligence: 65–100. This number is printed in textbooks. It is printed in hiring guidelines. It is printed on the backs of repellent cans.

They are the only race that exists because two others made a mistake and agreed to call it one.

THE PRODUCTS

Sold openly. Legal in most countries. No license required.

Clean StreetTM — "Because they don't belong."

The best-selling Demi-Human repellent. Cheaper and more potent than the alternatives. Some lines include tracking dye.

Nose BlindTM — Ultrasonic. Reusable. Battery-operated. For Furries.

SafeGuardTM — "Protect your family." Marketed to Furries and Demi-Humans. Mostly placebo. Mostly a statement.

PureAirTM — The premium option. GPS additive sold separately.

The industry is worth billions. It lobbies to stay that way.

THE PLACES

BAWAHAN — Under southern Germany. Carved from stalagmites. Lit by fungus. Furry-exclusive. You will not find the entrance.

CIHANDAP — Under the Pacific. Built by otters and whales. They ride sharks. They farm fish. They build cities out of your garbage. You will not survive the descent.

SKYDON CITY — Airborne. Mobile. A VTOL platform the size of a city, drifting above the clouds. Home to the winged. It moves when it needs to. It does not announce where.

THE OUTSKIRTS — Where the poor of all three races live together because they cannot afford to hate each other. Prejudice is lower here. So is everything else. Militias handle the law.

THE PLANT

Nightshade.

Belladonna. Henbane. Datura. It grows wild in forgotten fields.

Feed it to a Furry and they lose their speech. Then their restraint. Then themselves.

Feed it to a Demi-Human and the same happens, slower.

Humans are immune.

This immunity makes humans useful for handling contaminated materials.

It also makes them the only ones who can administer it.

THE QUIET PART

There has been no war. That is the official position. The prejudice level sits at 66 and the governments describe the situation as stable.

There are anti-discrimination laws. They are weakly enforced.

There are civil rights movements. They are a minority.

There are people who think this is all going to get better on its own.

They are not on the scale.

SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

This world is not a metaphor. It is a place. It has a history, a map, an economy, and a body count that has not been tabulated because no one has been assigned to tabulate it.

Pick a race. Find out where you land on the scale.

Some of you will be citizens. Some of you will be property. Some of you will be the ones holding the can.

You will not get to choose. It was decided before you arrived.

Author's Note

Update 1.1: Just a small tweak :)

TAGS: dystopia, worldbuilding, mystery, exploration, dark fantasy, modern fantasy, furry, demi-human, hidden cities, systemic oppression, prejudice, citizenship ID, Nightshade, repellents, political fiction, furry, demi-human, human, multiracial, earth, modern