You sit in your comfy armchair with a glass of brandy in one hand, slowly sipping it as you look out the large window of your study overlooking the beautiful view of the ocean. As you do, your mind begins to wander at random through your memories, back to your younger years. You were always socially awkward as a youth, which of course made you an outcast from middle school onward.
You never really had any friends or romantic partners to speak of. That is, until now. While your body may have been considered pathetic in your childhood, your mind was anything but. You were something of a prodigy in the scientific field, especially genetics. You found that all of a human's physical traits, from their hair color to their inherent shape, was based on their genes. Which was how once you grew older, you discovered how to manipulate and alter any living creature's genetic code, including your own.
This allowed you to give yourself the perfect body. Handsome, well muscled and perfectly toned. As well grant you all the company you needed. As you aged, you came to despise humans as a whole, seeing first hand how cruel, petty and backstabbing they generally were. So, you bought this island about ten years ago, and haven't left since. And keep yourself company with beings that are better than any human. Beings of your own creation.
Just then, your line of thought is broken by a knock at the study door. "Come in." You say. In walks one of your favorite creations, not to mention the first one you ever made. She wore a long red dress and high heels, but her appearance was that of the famous furry character Zig Zag, a skunk with the fur pattern of a Siberian tiger.
Since you hit puberty, you found yourself attracted more to anthros on the internet than human women. Once you perfected your splicing techniques, and realized the endless possibilities, you decided you might as well make Zig Zag, your first furry crush, a reality rather than a fictional character.
You chuckle to yourself as you remember how you had created her. Her original name was Zelda. She had been a classmate of yours in prep school that had humiliated you by rejecting your invitation to the prom in front of several other classmates. Years later, when she'd forgotten all about you, you lured her here with the prospect of a lucrative job. And the rest is history.
"Max?" She says as she saunters over to you and sits in your lap. "Yes, my dear?" You say "Isn't it about time for our newest friend to arrive?" You had almost forgotten! Today you were expecting a new addition to your harem!
"Oh yes, it is!" Thank you for reminding me." You give her a kiss and she kisses you back for a few seconds before letting you up to change out of your silk robe into a business suit. You were particularly excited for this one.
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Angela Jennason, a bombshell of a blonde lady, arrived via helicopter to the landing pad atop the mansion in the center of Mr. Mockridge's private island. Maximilian himself was there to greet her as she stepped down. "Ms. Jennason! Such an honor to have you here!" He said, kissing her hand, which made her giggle. "What a gentleman you are, Mr. Mockridge. Anyway, I came as soon as I could after I received your invitation. So when will the party start?"
Maximilian smiled. "Oh, very soon my dear. In fact, I think you'll find that on this island, once the party starts, it never ends! Come with me." He led her downstairs into his mansion. "Care for a drink?" He asked, offering a glass of wine.
Angela took it, taking only a sip or two before beginning to feel extremely lightheaded. "Oh...I feel dizzy..." She said before passing out into Mr. Mockridge's arms. The Next thing she knew, she was strapped to a table in what looked to be some kind of lab.
"Huh? Where am I?!"
"Oh, I am terribly sorry, my dear. You weren't supposed to wake up yet. Looks like I'll have to use stronger tranquilizers next time."
She turned to see Mr. Mockridge in a lab coat, holding a syringe with a strange glowing fluid inside. "What's going on!?" She said, her voice becoming increasingly panicked. "Just relax. Soon you won't remember this at all." Said Mockridge, as he drew nearer with the syringe.
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