Ralsch Houzton sighed in resignation. Another bad day at work had just ended, complete with another set of injuries to show for it. And they said security details assignment was about standing around doing nothing. Easy money. If that was true he would not be lying on this hard treatment bed right now, waiting for his torn right shoulder to mend.
He sighed again just thinking about the mess of a job gone wrong. Things were supposed to be cut and dried, move according to plan and all. But no, of course the job was never that simple. This time a panther Humonster had to jump them just as the assignment was about to be concluded, throwing everything into confusion and chaos. Worst of all the freaking cat-girl had to bite him, and nearly tore off his arm. Talk about trying to stop a hormonal girl.
A Humonster was originally a normal human turned into some kind of Frankenstein’s monster as a result of over-the-top body modifications, enhancements and mind-and-body-altering drugs. In other words, human who nearly turned non-human. Of course doing something like that was illegal, not to mention grotesque, but since when something like law or public opinion ever stop some people? Especially when there were endless possibilities for body mods, and damage to one’s body was seen as nothing consequential.
And that was why illegal body modifications had long been out of control in today’s black market. Monstrous appendages and bodily functions modifications were available just about everywhere, anytime you want. Nearly anything could be made possible nowadays. Though why people would want to look like animals or some grotesque creatures, Ralsch would never understand. Even for the good of humanity, he thought most of these biological advancement did was bringing out those crazies to the fore. As if there were not enough crazies before all these body mods shit hit the fan.
Trying to relax and let go of his dark thoughts, Ralsch let himself sink into the hard bed – which would be quite a feat to manage that – and tried to think about other things. Might as well catch some sleep now, he thought. If he was lucky, when he woke up he would be fully recovered. Though his newly fixed shoulder would be sore and his ears would be ringing for a while more, courtesy of the Humonster’s screech, but they would be functional. That was good enough for him.
Ralsch was pretty sure a day off was in order for him following these injuries. And so perhaps tonight he could go out to the city for a bit of a drink and get lucky. Dangerous situations always put him in the mood afterwards.
He smirked as he thought about the possibility of picking up a guy and getting laid for the first time in months. Hopefully someone with a pair of nice hands. He loved a nice pair of warm hands that knows their way around a man’s body. His body tingled and warmed up as he thought about what kind of man he would pick up tonight.
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Paradise Of The Mad (a Manxman Mpreg Story)
Short StoryRalsch was a beat cop who wanted to be left alone in his corner of the world. But life happens. He was at a loss and so not ready for history to repeat itself. What was he to do? Could he stop this runaway train he called his life before it crashed?
