User blog:Shortkut/Monster Division Part 1

 Monster Division

 Part 1- First Day on the Job

            I stood staring nervously at the wooden double doors. My throat felt dry, and I was keenly aware of a cold bead of sweat making its way down the back of my neck. I had waited for this day for so long. It was the day I would finally be assigned to a division. All new recruits in the Windfall City Police Department had to have at least two years of regular patrol duty before being assigned to a specific division. And take it from me, patrolling the streets of a city with one of the highest Monster Girl populations in the country was no cakewalk.

            Today was the day I would finally be done dodging drunken Oni, corralling Slimes out of alleys, shooing flocks of Harpies away from hapless pedestrians. Today I would finally become a real police officer, and solve murders, and catch drug dealers. At least, that was what I thought. I looked up again at the golden lettering above the oak doors bearing the words “Monster Division.”

            I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. I had asked the assignment officer the reason for my assignment, but he didn’t know anything other than I had been specially requested and that I was to report to my new commanding officer, Lieutenant Utsuwa, first thing in the morning. When no one else was around. That did not bode well with me, and I could not shake the uneasy premonition that I was going to have to sleep with my CO to get my first case.

            I took a deep breath and told myself to relax. These Mamono weren’t going to be like the ones you dealt with on the street, I told myself. They were officers of the law, not sex-crazed maniacs. Besides, there were bound to be a few humans in the department who could show me the ropes. I straightened my back, opened my eyes, and reached out to open the door.

            Except the door was already open, and standing in it was possibly the most stunning creature I had ever seen. She had long, radiant blonde hair falling down to her waist, and perfect, sky blue eyes. From behind her shapely hips floated five golden-furred tails, and from the top of her head poked two dainty pointed ears. She wore a tight, knee-length light tan skirt and a matching suit jacket over a white dress shirt. I noticed the first couple of buttons were undone, showing a substantial amount of the sizable bosom straining at the shirt. I thought vaguely that it was probably impossible to button it all the way with a chest like that. She stood there for a second, then she reached out and shook my outstretched hand.

            “Officer Sampson, I assume?” she said suavely, “My name is Lieutenant Kurisu Utsuwa. Pleased to meet you.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Uhhh…” I responded, not so suavely. It was as if I had lost my capacity for speech the moment she touched me. Her hand was so soft, so smooth, so elegant, that I couldn’t help wondering what the rest of her felt like.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            She smiled patiently, as if she was used to people being tongue-tied around her. “Thank you for coming to meet me so early, I thought it would be easier to fill you in on everything before everyone else arrived, that way you didn’t have to meet the entire division at once. Why don’t we chat in my office?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I nodded wordlessly, blushing like crazy. She turned and walked away, her hips swaying hypnotically and her silky tails twirling lazily behind her. I followed behind her in a sort of daze. A crazy thought shot through my head that maybe it wouldn’t be so unthinkable if I had to sleep with the boss after all. We walked down a short hallway, past a door which I assumed lead to the briefing room, and through a door at the end of the hall that opened into her office. It was probably a very nice office, but at the moment my concentration was elsewhere. She sat behind her desk and motioned for me to take a seat. I did so, experiencing some discomfort. My dark blue uniform trousers suddenly felt very tight.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            For a while I sat there, just staring at her, completely mesmerized. She seemed to be bathed in a warm, golden light, her eyes shimmered like spheres of blue fire. It felt like nothing else would matter as long as I could just look at her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I suddenly realized she had just asked a question. What was I thinking? This was a superior officer. She’s definitely a superior something said an unbidden voice in the back of my mind. No! This was my job, I had to pay attention. I blinked a few times, trying to snap myself out of it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “I’m sorry, ma’am.” I said. “Could you repeat that please?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Another patient smile. “I asked if they told you why you were assigned to Monster Division.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “No ma’am.” I replied. “They only told me you requested me specifically.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “That’s right, I did.” She said. “Any idea why?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I thought about telling her my initial suspicions about why I was really assigned to her, but that didn’t seem like a good idea. “I really don’t know, ma’am.” She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, tapping her long red fingernails on the desk. I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring. Several, in fact. Those lucky bastards said that voice in my head, then, ''maybe she’s looking for another spouse? ''I quickly silenced the voice again. I told myself to focus. I had the feeling that if I relaxed too much I would drop into another reverie, get lost in those gorgeous eyes of hers. But as long as I could ignore her unearthly beauty, it was easy to pay attention.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Your file states that over the last two years on patrol, you’ve had forty encounters with Monster Girls.” She said, “Eighteen with Oni, ten with Slimes, seven with Harpies, three Succubae, a Manticore, and a Lamia. Is that correct?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">             “I believe so.” I answered, impressed that she had my file memorized.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            She leaned towards me onto the desk. The way this simple movement changed the positioning of her breasts caused my length to leap to attention, but I struggled not to lose focus. “And did any of them try to… have their way with you?” She asked suggestively.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Erm…” I said, shifting self-consciously, “I’m pretty sure all of them did.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “And did you let any of them?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “What?” I looked at her confused. “No, of course not! Why would I?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Why wouldn’t you?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">I struggled to think of an answer. I had an inkling that the Lieutenant was testing me in some way, but I wasn’t sure how. Was she trying to determine if I had something against Monster Girls?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “I was on duty.” I responded finally. That seemed safe, and had the added benefit of being honest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “That doesn’t always matter to a young officer.” She said. “Particularly when Monster Girls are involved. Didn’t you ever want to?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Well…” That Manticore had been pretty cute. Still though… “Part of me did, maybe, but there were more important things to think about.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “You are attracted to women, yes?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “What? Yes!” I said indignantly. How could I not be with the way I’d been looking at her this whole time? Had she not even noticed?

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Hmm.” She leaned back into her chair and began petting one of her tails thoughtfully. “Officer Sampson, I believe you may have an unusually strong resistance to Monster seduction that would make you invaluable to this division.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “What?” I looked at her in disbelief. “Lieutenant, I highly doubt that’s true. I mean…” I motioned awkwardly towards her, “I intend no disrespect, ma’am, but just from being around you I’ve had… I’ve felt…” I trailed off, my face growing hotter than ever.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Oh, that’s easily explained.” She said, “I cast a minor thrall charm on you when we shook hands. To be honest, I’m quite impressed you managed to carry a conversation while under its influence. Most men would have been worshipping the ground beneath my feet by now.” She waved her hand and suddenly it was as though I could think clearly again, without realizing that I couldn’t before. The golden light vanished, her gaze lost its hypnotic pull, and my eyes stopped doing their involuntary dance up and down her figure.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I looked at her incredulously. Don’t get me wrong, she was still an absolute knockout. But I was no longer having irrepressible thoughts in the back of my mind of quitting the force and becoming her personal servant. As a matter of fact, now that I was thinking clearly I felt a little incensed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “What… I… You…” I sputtered. I stopped, took a deep breath, and continued more calmly. “May I ask why you felt the need to do that, ma’am?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “I admit, I was a trifle curious.” She shrugged and gave me an apologetic look that managed to erase any annoyance I felt. “I heard about a young officer who had managed to get his two years on patrol without out being taken advantage of. It happens to most, in fact all, officers at least once, often willingly. Even the weakest of Monster Girls are that, shall we say… persuasive. That’s why we’ve never been able to keep a human on the task force for more than a year.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Wait,” I said, my heart sinking, “There aren’t any other humans in the division?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            She shook her head. “Even the female officers succumb eventually. All that exposure to Demonic energy either wears down their will or transforms them into Monsters themselves.” She leaned forward, looking at me intently. “But you may have some sort of resilience to Demonic energy. That, not to mention your exemplary performance as a police officer, makes you perfect for this sort of work. And the fact is, we need a human in the division. It’s our job to maintain human-Monster relations, and that’s somewhat hard to do when only one side is represented. We need you here in order to show the rest of your kind that we can keep our kind in check.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I nodded. It made sense, but I had the distinct feeling the rest of the division members wouldn’t appreciate having me around as a walking reminder to do their jobs right. What was more, I wasn’t sure I was too happy with the idea of being the token human in the division. Still, those are not thoughts a rookie expresses to their commanding officer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Where do you want me to begin?” I said.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            There was a knock at the door. Utsuwa smiled. “Well, I believe that’s your first task right now.” She rose from her chair. I followed suit. “Come in.” she called. The door opened and a Monster Girl entered the room. “Spencer Sampson, meet your new partner, Mica Rayez.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I recognized her as a Lizardwoman from the dark red scales on her clawed hands, the matching scaly fins for ears, and her amber reptilian eyes, which surveyed me coolly. She had tan skin and long dark hair, done up in a ponytail. The police uniform she wore fit her perfectly, clinging to her every curve, accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the roundness of her hips. And yet, I somehow got the impression she had been made to fit the uniform, rather than vice versa. I shook her hand, met her gaze, and knew I was looking at a natural born cop.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Did you pick up a case already?” Utsuwa asked her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Yes, ma’am.” Rayez replied crisply.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            Utsuwa nodded. “Very well. Fill him in on the details, then take him out and get his feet wet. Try not to land him in the hospital on his first day.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            I laughed and looked at Rayez, but she didn’t crack a smile. She just gave another crisp nod and said “I’ll do my best, ma’am.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Alright then.” She looked at the both of us. “Dismissed.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            We left the lieutenant’s office. As we passed, I heard voices coming from the bull pen. Apparently some of the other officers had arrived.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “They were all very eager to meet you.” Rayez said. Again, she spoke with very little emotion, but just the slight amount of extra emphasis she put on the words “very eager” told me all I needed to know. <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">            “Maybe later.” I said. “Right now, let’s get to work.” Rayez nodded wordlessly, and we left together.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 150%"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">Author's Note: This is my first foray into writing MGE fanfiction, so please let me know what you think of it. I'm new on the site, so please be kind. I'm planning on publishing further installments of this series, so I hope you all really like it!