Detective Alric Andersson walked slowly down the sidewalk, his eyes scanning the homes, looking for anything out of place. He was already on edge. What he'd seen at the hospital was enough for him to know he was dealing with powerful forces.
Of course, none of the higher-ups at the Bureau wanted to believe him. Their sensors hadn't seen readings like this in millennia, but they just wrote it off as a glitch. It had taken months for him to get permission to investigate the matter, and by then things had gone silent. But Alric knew something was up, and that's why he was here on his own - no partner, no backup.
And the hospital confirmed everything he'd suspected - something was seriously altering local reality fields. None of the patients or staff seemed at all bothered by the fact that all of the nurses were sexy women in fetish costumes. In fact, they gushed about the level of care - said it was the best hospital in the country, as far as they were concerned.
Nor did it seem like a problem that their leading physician, a Dr. Mitchell, was dressed exactly like them. "I have to set a good example for my girls," she'd said while sitting in Alric's lap. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her bosom against his body, "After all, we pride ourselves on our... bedside manner..."
Alric knew this game. He was a specialist in sexy situations - he'd made it through the Orgy of Lesbos unscathed, and confiscated the Emperor's mind control crystal in the process. This would be easy. As soon as he asked her about any exceptional patients, she suddenly became forlorn. Like she was missing something deeply important.
"There was one," she stopped stroking the bulge in his pants for a moment, "The best patient I've ever worked on. He was certainly special." It only took a little more grinding before she easily overlooked countless confidentiality laws.
And now he was here - it had taken some wandering before he found the house. He knocked on the door, and a scant few seconds later it quickly swung open.
"Jon!" the blonde woman nearly screamed before the look of glee on her face melted away, realizing the man at the door was not who she expected. "Oh... can I help you?" she asked, timidly. She studied him for a moment then smiled.
Alric tried not to stare at the erect nipples staring back at him from the lacy pink shelf bra. Instead his eyes locked on her pussy, which he could clearly see through the gauzy tulle of her miniskirt. She looked like an x-rated ballerina.
"So..." he managed to say, "Jon lives here?"
"Um," the woman hesitated, unsure if she should trust this stranger, then went right ahead. "Yeah. He's, like, my son!" She moved closer to him, apparently excited to be in the presence of a man. Behind her, Alric saw two identical blondes 69ing on the couch.
"So, you're his mother?" he asked.
"No, silly! I'm, like, his fuckbuddy. Have you seen him? He left a while a go. He hasn't been inside me for like an hour and I'm really starting to worry."
Alric felt his stomach drop. These changes were far deeper than any he'd personally encountered. He backed away from the woman, whose eyes were beginning to look hungry. He turned and walked away quickly. She looked disappointed but decided not to pursue in her stripper heels. Instead, she shouted, for all the neighborhood to hear: "IF YOU FIND HIM TELL HIM I MISS HIS COCK!!"
Alric only quickened his pace. This was bad. This was very, very bad. The powers at play here were immense, and if Jon wasn't at home, it could spread in an unprecedented way. As he walked, he felt a warmth against his chest. He pulled the protective amulet out of his shirt - it was glowing and pulsing like he'd never seen. The weird energy was back, and his pendant would lead him right to it. He was running now, the pulses getting stronger. The amulet had protected him in the past, he could only hope its magic was enough to protect him this time.
