"I'm sorry, but I have to go," the cat girl said as she quickly grabbed her things. "I shouldn't be here."
"Well if it makes you feel any better, we were safe and I didn't sleep with you," Fisk tried to reason with her and calm the frustrated
Alexis down. "I can drive you home."
"No, it doesn't make me feel better," she snapped, "I couldn't handle my alchohol and had sex with a complete stranger. No matter how
hot you are, that's not good! And don't think you have to feel all sorry for me! I can get home by myself. C'mon Elaine!"
"Alexis," the rabbit girl said, "He is trying to be nice, we could let him drive us home."
"No, we've already been here too long, let's go!"
Alexis pushed her way out the door, bringing Elaine with her. The rabbit mouthed an apology before the two disappeared from sight. No
sooner had they left than Jason came out of the room with his partner.
"What's all that racket out there?" Jason mumbled sleepily. "Can't a guy get some sleep?"
"I think they had a little trouble with their girls," the lab said.
"Yeah, Fisk's girl flipped out and dragged my girl out with her," Brandon grumbled.
"How was I supposed to know?!" Fisk defended himself.
"Hey, guys," Jason interrupted, "David's gonna spend some more time here, okay? At least until dawn."
Fisk glanced at the cable box below the TV. It was 3:00 in the morning. With some more angry mutterings by Brandon, everyone went
back to their beds. But Fisk couldn't fall back asleep. He lay awake in the dark thinking about Alexis and how she had flipped out. He
understood it was scary to wake up half-drunk in a stranger's bed, but he had done everything possible to respect her.
"No wonder I'm bi," he said to himself, "Girls would be great if they weren't so crazy."
He heard soft talking and movement from Jason's room.
"Oh yeah, real tired," Fisk said then banged on the wall, "Go to sleep!"
A muffled "fuck you" could be heard from the other room. But they did quiet down, and Fisk was left to his thoughts again.
He hadn't always been like this. Fisk Vex was born as the human son of Jack Vex and grandson of Nicholas Vex, founder of VexCo.
Nuclear Technologies. VexCo. was the reason furries existed as they were, an accident at one of their plants created Furcotin, the
chemical that changes things into anthromorphic animals. When Fisk was about four, and his brother was just born, he had accidentally
drank a vial of Furcotin that his dad had brought home from work. That was when he became the otter he was now. His parents tried to
get him helium, but it hadn't worked. His father believed that his strange coloration had something to do with it. After all, glowing purple
isn't exactly a natural color. After some tests, it was found that the Furcotin had reacted with a genetic mutation he had and made it
impossible for him to change back. But it wasn't until he was about ten that they found out he had also gained a strange ability. He was
watching a movie he wasn't supposed to be where a man had tentacles shoot out of him from an alien in his body. Later, Fisk imagined
tentacles popping out of his body and it actually happened. The tentacles were merely extensions of hisbody and could be created
anywhere. It took no effort other than thought to create them and the tentacles were ten times stronger than his already powerful arms.
And the stronger he got, the stronger the tentacles became. He could now lift a full refrigerator with one tentacle with very little effort.
He hadn't discovered his sexuality until he was 16 when one of his friends stayed the night and they began to explore. He still thought
girls were hot, but he found guys sexy too. Needless to say, as the future heir of a powerful and influential company, his life wasn't all
that private. His sexuality had gotten out when a photographer snapped a photo of him and a date two years ago. That's why his dad
was always worried about him slipping up with his power. If that got out there would be an uproar. Many humans had prejudices against
furries, and if they found out some might get mutated abilities, they could be locked up as threats to society or whatever the humans
deemed them as. Fortunately, college security was tight, so there were no photographers. However, another student was occasionally
paid to snap a photo of him doing something embarassing.
His reminiscing slowly lulled him to sleep and he had fitful dreams of stressful times in his life.