Kurt was pensive as he re-read the letter. It was about all that could distract him from his surroundings. “About your dad, huh?” The speaker was to Kurt’s left, fiddling with the fly of his pants. “And my sister, somehow.” “And you got no idea why?” “Some idea.” “Check this out.”
He wasn’t sure he wanted to. Kurt looked up. The room had a dim blue light, with severe shadows from the tiny windows near the ceiling. The man speaking was his boss, so he didn’t deign to disobey.
The man, Fox, had his cock out. It was half-erect already, enormous, glistening with precum, and distinctly synthetic. “You like it?” “What the fuck, Fox?” “This isn’t your first time seeing a mod, man.” “Yeah, but why would I want to look at your dick?” Fox looked proud. “This is a state of the art synthetic penis. It’s custom and handmade. Looks red, like a fox.” He grinned. “Knots like a fox, too.” Kurt held back a groan. His boss was no stranger to creative body mods, such as the pair of very convincing and fully functional fox ears atop his head. It was a little hard to maintain respect for him after that mod was implemented, and that was saying something, since what Fox did for a living was pilot an ultra-complex space combat vessel through fields of asteroids in what was essentially the wild west of the the solar system, and command a private security force which did the same.