You pour milk onto your cornflakes as you struggle back to wakefulness. You are so focused on trying to recall every task and meeting you have today that the first indication you have of the milk going off is the gloop, gloop noise it makes as it leaves the carton.
The second is the smell... sweet mercy, that is rancid!
You wash the inedible mess down the sink, finish your coffee and make yourself minimally presentable—by throwing on jeans and combing back the most unruly of your fur—before setting out for milk. Because you're not going without breakfast today, dammit!
Fortunately, you live two minutes from a convenience store.
Unfortunately, on your way to get fresh milk for your cereal, you are abducted by aliens.
It happens so quickly. You are walking down the street, the early morning traffic whizzes by on the road beside you, when all the color seems to drain from the world around you. The cars slow to a halt. Birds freeze in the air. You look down at your hands. You feel relief as the color fails to drain from your fur. Whatever this effect is it seems as if you are immune.
It grows cold. You shiver.
Your ears twitch up from where they were plastered against the back of your skull as you hear a deep thrumbing noise. A big, blue, flying saucer appears over the horizon; the only other object with color in this grey world.
A cone of golden light shines on you from the underside of the alien craft and you feel yourself melt away.
The next thing you know, you are on the bridge of the USS Enterprise... if the Enterprise was staffed by cubs.
There must be two dozen or more cubs in here, the oldest looking almost fourteen while the younger ones cannot be less than five years old. They are all dressed in the most obscenely revealing uniform you have ever seen; sandals, either black hotpants or a black micro-skirt, a bare midriff and a shimmering, primary-colored, short-sleeved t-shirt with a black hem around the collar. Red and gold are the most common colors, but you notice blues and greens too.
The room itself is circular, its walls lined with stations full of blinking lights, brightly colored buttons and displays showing indecipherable patterns. The inner ‘horse-shoe’ of stations ring the middle of the room around what is obviously the captain's chair. There is definitely a 60's vibe going on here. Looking over your shoulder you see a wide viewscreen and in it the earth from space.
You look back at the boy who is obviously the captain; A golden-furred lion cub. He reclines casually in his chair, smirking at you like he's just played a prank on you. You notice the bulge in the front of the boy's black shorts that he makes no effort to hide as he kicks his legs idly.
Maybe they want to teach you about this thing they call love? You hope so, otherwise, they might just be about to perform unspeakable experiments on you.