Doomsday Man
Copyright© 2026 by SZENSEI
Episode 2: Fort Apache
Science Fiction Sex Story: Episode 2: Fort Apache - Welcome to the Jungle, Baby! Chances are you're going to die. The world has gone to total shit. Evolution gone wild has altered the world's population in a myriad of ways due to DNA. Some normal, some psychotic cannibals, others mutants with insane power sets. Then there are the Humanimals, a combination of both species. Intelligent in most cases. This is a survival of the fittest. Meet Hector Horatio Hostile. Boy scout Badass! His turf New York City. Let the good times roll.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa High Fantasy Science Fiction
New York City! The future did not go as planned.
Doomsday officer Hector Hostile navigated his chromed-out monster truck RAMROD through the chaotic streets of the South Bronx. His onboard computer monitored the streets through the use of satellite imagery that mapped out detours as they were required. High above the Earth were the eyes and ears of the world, the only way to keep in contact with the civilized nations across the planet. Every major city had safehouses to call home, some more than one to seek protection in. They were there to supply the necessary needs to the surviving humans that fought to return those who became unhuman back to normal. An impossible task currently. Yet, hope remained optimistic. The future would one day be brighter. Until then, bleak and insane.
“I’m within the five-block perimeter of Fort Apache. Deactivate the Spinal Column, Templar.”
“Aye, Laddy! Welcome home Triple H!” Even the Scotsman Temple Lachlan who ran security protocols for the Fort had a fondness for headlocks.
“Ale on Friday?”
“Me wife be brewin’ mead as we chatter, Boyo.”
“And drunk by the time you get off.” Hector chuckled!
“Matters not! She be frisky when the jug be tipped. I be tipping her jugs thereafter.”
“Big jugs at that. Tell Laila I said howdy!”
Hector continued onward noting beacons along street corners turn from red to green like regular street lights. Each light that changed allowed Hector to move forward to the next block. Should the light not have changed then laser relays would have crisscrossed beams that would have cut anything in its path in half and manhole mines would blow the remainder to high heaven. Not to mention the sewer grids would expel a special cocktail of sewer gas that would kill you within seconds of being inhaled.
It was necessary to protect Fort Apache safehouse at all cost. Yes, that Fort Apache the Precinct, yet added onto. The newer HiRISE fortifications were off the charts. The memory of those who served with shields still about, but many of the brave were long gone. Other precincts around the city as they say, held the Fort. Within its many walls were the hardworking humans and scientists determined to keep the memory alive. Only the most trusted of APOZ, ANEGs, and BPOZ were allowed to coexist with the TYPOs. TYPO’s being totally human.
Fort Apache consisted of any building within a five-block radius connected with underground tunnels and shielded walkways above ground. The buildings themselves were designed and reinforced to withstand exterior weather and damage that any intruders might inflict in trying to break through the barriers. Everything within them was arranged to keep humanity alive. The future was now. As good as it gets!
With a speed bump array decidedly uncomfortable Sister Mary Valentine woke up with a start. Hector peripherally glanced at her yet kept his eyes glued on the light changes.
“Bad dream?”
She inhaled deeply with her eyes closed for a moment. “Wouldn’t you have bad dreams having lived like I had the last year or more?”
“Been there done that! Fort Apache wasn’t built overnight. We all struggled to survive. Sure it’s much easier now, because we’ve adapted to our surroundings and made existence tolerable. Just be glad I found you when I did. I’m still impressed you and the good Father held out as long as you did.”
She folded her arms over her chest then looked up through the windshield toward the sky. “You block out the sky with glowing nets?” Her question was no more than posed when she spotted a flash of electricity fry something above the net.
“What was that?”
“Pigeons probably!” Hector hissed! “Gadflies. Mosquitos. Who knows? Could be Pterodactyls.”
“Ptero ... you exaggerate.” She marveled at the bypass security. “This really is a safe haven?”
“Eh! As close as it can get to one V. And, no exaggeration. DNA tapped into even ancient versions. We did have museums and labs with dino bones. As Julie Chen used to say, expect the unexpected.” Sister Valentine had no idea who Julie was. No Big Brother seasons were made in over ten years now. Not that she watched much television even back when life was civilized.
“We live in Jurassic Park?” She did know of that movie. Gulp! She raised an eyebrow once recalling his words. “V”?
“Sorry, Sister!” He chuckled! “Anything else I call you is a mouthful. I’m going to stick with V if you don’t mind. For Valentine!”
“Fine! I’m not so sure being a nun has much merit these days anyway. Forgive me Father.”
“Don’t sell yourself or the big guy upstairs short. Bad habits can change. No offense and pardon the pun, yet again.”
She giggled gently! “Nun taken.” With a devilish grin he found her soul.
“Nice to smile again, isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is. Thank you again.” A breath later she crossed her legs appearing strained. “Are we there yet?” She needed to pee. Overlooking her dilemma he pointed at one last block cairn switching lights.
“Last call.”
As soon as RAMROD passed through the cairn’s influence Hector turned into a parking garage and followed it upward two stories. Coming to a halt amid various other vehicles he shut the truck down. Turning to her he clasped his palms together in a soft clap.
“Home sweet home, Sister! Let’s get you settled in and cleaned up. Plenty of friends here to meet when you’re ready to feel sociable.” Opening his door he clicked the canopy over the truck bed releasing his twin white tiger’s Ozzie and Harriet. After Hector dropped to the concrete floor he rounded the vehicle to open the passenger side door. From there he offered the nun a hand down, one graciously accepted.
Standing beside Hector as he closed the door she felt warm exhales on her hand. Behind her the female tiger Harriet had sniffed the cat hairs on her clothing. Hector eying Harriet sighed, knowing the reasoning. “She smells Father Timmons on you. Curiosity killed the cat I guess.”
He shooed Harriet away as the big cat darted along through the other vehicles. V finding Ozzie transporting her mentor reached down to touch the covered corpse of Mother Superior before shedding a tear. Hector in turn placed a hand on her shoulder. “Ozzie? Dr. Stone’s lab. Go!” The male tiger grumbled and strolled away. She trembled under Hector’s touch and cautiously stepped forward from it.
“Forgive me.” He pointed out. “I was only sharing my concern.”
She chose to smile brightly but trembled nonetheless, “I know that, Hector. I’m afraid that this past year has put my nerves on edge.”
Turning away from her, he understood completely. Hearing footsteps approach, a brunette woman with the most stunning body in a three block vicinity closed in on them.
“Welcome home, handsome. How’s our refugee?” Definitely a British accent.
“Morgana Knight? This is Sister Valentine.” The woman in red attire from head to heel smirked with a hint of jealousy.
“Lovely.”
Reaching out to grab Morgana by the chin Hector forced their shared gaze to lock without blinking. “Be nice! She’s been through hell. Get the sister here settled in. Nice hot bath and some food. Have Lucius give her a physical.”
Morgana pulled from his grasp smirking. “I know the drill. Candlelit dinner at my place as I offered earlier? I’ll fire up the hot tub.”
“Sure! The sister and I will be there at 8:00.”
Morgana dropped her jaw and bit her response, resorting to cordial. “Follow me, Valentine.” Morgana marched away leaving Hector to pull V close as if her guardian angel.
“Don’t sweat her jealousy. She’s harmless. I was joking about the hot tub at 8 offer.” A pause to rethink his opinion. “Eh? Iffy! See you soon.” Hesitantly, Sister Valentine trailed behind Morgana. Hector observed her stress and mumbled. “I bet she cleans up nice!” Cad!
Removing his headset and gauntlet he tossed them up into the driver side seat of RAMROD before sealing the door. Starting for a pathway in the opposite direction he spotted the glare of welding from the far end of the garage. With a glint in his eye he headed into the light, squinting against the brilliance.
Scooted beneath the chassis of a smaller version of RAMROD on a rolling board was a man in a yellow jumpsuit. Above him working under a raised hood was a large framed man with extraordinarily hairy arms. Hector mischievously tapped the hood prop, dropping the hood onto the back of the guy leaning inside.
“What the bloody hell?”
The hood flew back up under a muscled arm as the bulky man stood erect. Glaring over at Hector he snapped. “I should have known it’d be you, Tough Guy. You trying to give me a heart attack?”
Hector stared into the face of a humanoid gorilla wearing dark glasses to assist against the glare of the welding beneath the engine well. “Just trying to keep you on your knuckles, Big Ape.”
The gorilla huffed with a cheesy grin. “Don’t piss me off with those racist remarks cause I’m black.” A slap on the ape’s back showed the man that his friendship was very important.
“Don’t let Heater singe your fur Aperaham. How about we grab a banana split later? You can gnaw on my peels.”
“I’ll shove the whip cream can up your ass. You can cream your own genes!”
Hector stepped away by a few feet, hands held defensively in front of him. “Whoa now, Mister Silverback! I’m not into bestiality.”
“Yeah, right! Tell that to the Pussycat you have waiting in your bedroom.”
Raising a single brow Hector hissed. It was about time! “Persia’s back?” And Morgana wanted him to join her in a hot tub when his wife was home. Bitch!
“Your kitty came home while you were gone. Trouble making wench for sure. You should just lock her out of Fort Apache for good.”
Beneath their feet the man under the car slid out on his roller board and sat up on the cart. He was Hispanic and resembled actor John Leguizamo. His flesh was a light scarlet hue which was due to his overactive skin cells increasing the heat of his body to nearly a boiling point should he lose control. To touch him would burn your skin. The hue would fade and return to normal once he cooled down.
Shutting off his welding torch finger and lifting his specialized goggles he squinted up at them. “With a body like hers? Big Ape you’re turning queer. Persia’s soft fur raises my body temperature.” Both Aperaham Silverback and Hector rolled their eyes.
“What doesn’t raise your body temp?” Aperaham snarled as he pulled a cigar from his shirt pocket and leaned down to light it on Heater’s forehead, engulfing him in puffs of smoke. Waving it away out of disgust for nicotine Heater aka Julio Montoya scowled.
“Hey! I’m Hispanic, not Cuban. Anyways, can we get this job done before dinner? Vera’s frying flapjacks on my back later.”
“I don’t know how you don’t blow the place up working around fuel Julio.” Hector chuckled! “Do you even need that welding rod when you use your fingers.”
“Naa! Trying to keep my cool!” Understatement!
“Ever notice this place gets freakier every day?” Hector groaned! “I’ll let you guys get back to work. Poker night, Wednesday, right?”
Heater chuckled using a finger to point out features on his body. “Only if Persia shaves her ... everywhere.”
Aperaham dabbed his cigar with a finger equally as thick as his stogie, fluttering ashes over Heater. “She doesn’t wear clothing now moron. Without her fur she’s nekkid. Just use your imagination pervert.”
Heater evilly grins up at them. “That’s my point. I love a hairless pussy.”
Hector turned away after swiping one of Silverback’s other cigars stashed in a sleeve pocket, “Persia’s no housecat, she won’t stay long. Never does! Cats like the outside world. I’ll see you guys later. I’ve got to go check in with Doc Stone on the body I just brought back. Might be we stumbled onto a secret weapon.”
“I like secret weapons.” Big Ape clenched his cigar between his teeth and nodded. Hector knew so directly. If not for Big Ape prepping his rides with armaments, his survival on the outside world might never be as careful as it was. As Hector moved on he could only smirk at the bellow Big Ape let out as Heater merely touched his toes, giving him a hot foot. Singed fur left a nasty odor.
Shuffling across an enclosed bridge connecting the buildings of Fort Apache, Morgana Knight led Sister Valentine through the courtyard below. An adjacent shelter used for housing lie in wait. Down in the courtyard were children playing on swings, merry-go-rounds, rocking horses and the like. It made the sister pause and smile at how well this place treated the next generation.
“The children are beautiful, so full of life, even knowing the horrors outside of this place.” She spoke as Morgana stopped to retrace her steps with a perturbed sigh. Valentine ignored the Brit in her joy of youthful exploration, which included teachers obviously down below to supervise.
One teacher in particular noted Valentine and smiled, offering a wave of friendship. Morgana in her impatience realized who it was that was waving up at Valentine and grinned. A hand brought up to her lips Morgana parted her fingers and wagged her tongue between the V symbol. Sister Valentine noticed her actions and flared her eyes. A second glare down at the teacher found her repeating the hand motion. The only difference was that the stunning teacher expressed a six inch tongue like a lizard. That ended the nun’s interest.
“That’s Wagnes! She loves my pussy.” Agnes Tung actually, but the wagging tongue made for a humorous moniker, considering her last name. “I’m sure she would love to help you out when the time is right.” That British accent was extremely sexy if it weren’t for her obvious decision to be a bitch.
“Cum along! Don’t dally!” Resuming her guided tour of nothing in particular Sister Valentine suffered a sadness at what this place might become. So far, only Hector seemed kind and caring.
Reaching a flight of stairs they moved upward to a sealed door. Morgana delicately hid her code key behind her delicious build as she punched a secondary set of numbers on a pad. She made certain to keep those digits sacred and out of sight of the good sister’s eyes on purpose. Her trust level was next to none. Sister Valentine could have cared less. She was just glad to find civilization. If that was what this was. How could she not have heard of this place, these people? As the door opened Morgana looked over her shoulder at V.