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Chapter 10

Mustang

I can't say I knew where we were exactly going, but I made a point of looking at a map of Durango. Browning was on the South Western edge of Durango bordering what the Legion colonials call "The Zoo". In all proper contexts it was a reservation, a large reservation. Nearly 700,000 Proto-humans live there, and because of the proximity Browning has a lot of incidents with the law. According from what my lovely partner told me, there's a lot of bars, and a lot of brothels. Most of the disturbances are petty larceny, shoplifting, and robbery for what else....money to keep the party going. But that wasn't our immediate concern. From the psyche evaluation on Carla, it's a wonder they gave her a gun. She was a troubled child, just like the Marshall told me, but unlike the Proto-humans I have seen, she is a bit walking a fine line from being common and a mess. Like all Proto-humans, she likes sex and she likes finer things in life. It was that dedication given to her from her mother that made her want to be a peace officer. But she also has the psychotic nature of the undomesticated Porto-human. According to Arianna, she says it's her hormone imbalance.

"Hormone imbalance can make you...bi-polar?" I asked as she whizzed through traffic without use of the cherries or sirens which actually was scaring the shit out of me.

She smirked with a curious smile as she concentrated on piloting the Sky-car. "Well, yes and no. Believe it or not, it's a dietary thing." My fear of her driving now seemed to disappear as I listened. "When humans start colonizing this planet, us Proto-humans were introduced to a new diet as it were. We ate off the land, what you would call "Vegans", I guess. We never ate meat really because...well, look at this planet. Killing an animal would be like killing one of our own. So with the first time a Proto-human ate meat, so went our morality as it were."

"In other words, we created her problem?"

"It would of happened anyway, because our blood chemistry is different from humans. We walk a fine line with every waking moment since our creation. Our oceans are less denser than Earth, less iron in our planet as well, thus our blood chemistry differ. You look at Carla and you will see she suffers the same condition that most herms on this planet suffer." I was still confused by this as she continued. "Yes, see us Proto-humans have a libido to procreate, it is our reason for living. Along comes you humans, introducing us to new foods, culture, ideas. Next thing you know, like an infection it spreads among us."

"Then how do people like you, Kyrell, even Johara keep your wits?"

"Simple, we on Cerces IV believe in choices. There is no right or wrong, no moral code, even your form of justice. Even so, there are those who made a choice to live like the humans. Rather than condemn them, we stride to bring them back into the community and live like all Cercians did before the Legion found us."

"Separatist...sounds like the ravings of Marvin Weller."

"No, the separatists are more like terrorist. They choose violence to prove a point."

"But Marvin Weller who, may I remind you, is probably the smartest Cercian on this planet has a point. True, we wouldn't be here without humans, but at the same cost, we can't let ourselves be destroyed by following you."

I see her point as well as I can see that Car she flew by with maybe a quarter of an inch clearance, but yet I never got the answer I wanted. "So that's the Hormone imbalance?"

"Yes, if you look at it, we all have it, it's just most of us have learned to live with it. But there are species that can't handle it, such as Marvin. He took to violence with a zeal, bringing on destruction because he is ruled by his extreme dominance. As for Carla, hers is more genetics." Now I was getting impatient as we took a hard right turn. "Carla is Hermaphrodite, you know."

"So? I seen hermaphrodites on the ship, and they don't seem imbalanced."

"You saw amphibians. Over 90% of the hermaphrodites on Cerces IV are amphibian. Time to time, we have those odd spawns as we call them. Canine, Feline, Bovine, you name it. Over 30% end up with what we call Hostilia."

"You making up words?"

"Wish I was. A Doctor Theodore Jenkins diagnosed it, and warned the Legion of the condition. But profit overwhelms safety, and settlements like Durango were built anyway. The condition affects species who have Testosterone and Estrogen. Amphibians are naturals to this, thus they never have suffered this imbalance. If you're a mink, or a squirrel, it's not pronounced, but if your bovine, or say a horse...you're a Mustang."

"And Carla is equine...."

"A horse, with a large cock. Her temperament can change at the flip of a dime."

"Is there any medication they can take?"

"In Carla's case, she takes Estrogen treatments, as well some supplemental drugs...when she takes them."

"I take it she's not that devoted to it?"

"One bad side effect...a decrease in your sexual libido, which then she starts drinking, which then the Hostilia can just spike."

At this moment I started to wonder is the job going to be harder than just a routine babysitting job. It was then the Sky-car slowed a bit as we hovered a bit before descending onto the street below in from of several store fronts. The streets were pretty populated for an early afternoon, just like any other major city. If anything there was a lack of humans. Those that were around appeared to be store proprietors or employees. Even then we are talking basic grocery stores, hardware, and electronics. Everything else matched what I knew about Browning. Brothels and Bars stood side by side and apparently they were somewhat busy. Seemed the majority advertise the two biggest enticements, cold beer and female companionship. Arianna led the way as we headed to a bar named the Fly Swatter. Two things immediately pointed to what to expect, a midday happy hour and public fornication. Mind you, it does rarely occur in the streets, but in this case it would be my first time seeing this behavior on Cerces IV. It's times like this you would start doubting yourself but watching Arianna lead the way makes you forget why you earned the nickname tenderfoot.

As we entered, the air was filled with smoke. Tobacco is a high seller in Durango so I was told. The bar was like any other dive on Earth, the difference was most of the patrons were Cercian which made for an odd sight mingling with humans. Most were chatting and drinking, yet heavy petting and groping was prevalent as well at the tables. The bar was set up like a strip joint, complete with runway and one pole. There was a beautiful Cat on the stage. Everything continued without notice as the music played, and she kept entertaining the masses at the runway. Arianna went to the bar as the bartender cleared a slot for us. He was human, which wasn't unusual. Proto-humans rarely run businesses and if so, it's either manual labor of mechanical work.

"Hey, Dan. Where is she?" Arianna asked the bartender.

"Same place as usual, in the back. This is the fourth time this month, you know."

"How bad this time?"

"He wants his money back, and this time I can't afford him. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire her this time, Ari."

She sighed in frustration. "I understand, Danny. Just means she going to have to go back to work."

"Good luck with that. I don't think the Marshall will trust her with a gun." He then looked to me with a curious gaze. "Who's the Homer?"

Hearing that, I looked to Arianna, who nodded with a pleasant smile and then looked to me. "This here is Glen Stewart, our new Deputy Marshall."

He extended his hand to shake mine. "Pleasure to meet you, Glenn. Sorry to get you involved in this mess on you first day."

"What kind of mess?" I asked him curiously.

"The kind where a certain filly goes mustang on another customer's girl." replies Arianna. She then leads me by the hand as we walked to the rear of the establishment to a door marked Private Shows as she continued. "Apparently, Ben Cambridge had a hankering for some afternoon delights."

"What does this have to do with Carla?"

As she reached the door, she pauses. "You'll see." She opened the door that lead to a hallway with 6 doors. 2 on each side, and at the end, 2 leading to respective rest rooms. We strolled to the second door on the right. I heard some muffle screams of a man who sounded like he was in pain. I went for my Lancer but Arianna took my hand to halt me from taking it out of the holster. "We won't be needing that."

I was a bit anxious as she opened the door. The room was appointed like a high end hotel bedroom, complete with Queen sized bed and a Jacuzzi. There sat a man as he angrily was in the middle of dressing himself as he stared at the bed. In it was a Skunk female who was riding cowgirl style a bareback mustang, my bareback mustang to be exact: Carla. I was stunned as I watched her ride her shaft, as she moaned and purred in ecstasy. Unfortunately, Mr. Cambridge was not satisfied by the sight.

"Goddamn bitch stole the girl from me, and now they won't give me back my money! Wait till I see the City Council. I'll have this place shutdown!" he exclaimed angrily.

Despite his angry objection, the two women continued to fornicate on the bed, as Arianna tried to soothe Mr. Cambridge's temper. "I'm sure the establishment will refund you."

"I'm not stupid, Ari. I know Carla has done this before! When is the Marshall going to wake up and keep her outside the city where she belong?" It was right at that moment that both of the young ladies began to climax as their voices echoed in the room, as Cambridge tied one of his shoes to look up angrily. "This is totally uncalled for!"

"Now Ben, this is a full service establishment, and you know the rules of the Cercian service codes....." Arianna replied before she was cut off.

"I am Human! I came here for service not for some ....Tripod to steal my nookie!"

Looking at the situation, I can see his argument except reading all the local and planetary codes of justice over the past month even I could see his argument was moot. So like a dumb-ass, I got involved.

"Mister Cambridge, you came to this establishment to pleasure yourself after midday knowing full well that this is Cercian fornication time. As I see it you have no legal right to stand on."

He looked at me with some disdain. He was more mortified by my statement then anything. "Who the fuck is this Homer?"

"That is Glenn Stewart, our new Deputy Marshall."

He seemed little impressed by the title as the Skunk and Carla came to a crescendo of moans of pleasure. He stood as he got his other shoe on and reached for his jacket. "Listen, Deputy Marshall, do you know who I am?" I simply shook my head as Arianna seemed to stand back and lean against the wall as to observe me in action. "I am Benjamin H. Cambridge, son of Calvin Cambridge! It was my family that founded this colony here, and no damn Homer is going to tell me I am wrong!"

As he grabbed his jacket, I escorted him out to the corridor. Arianna seemed concerned as she followed, but at this point I figured this guy was like any other prick that wants things his way, Then again, I should always remember not to assume things. As the doors closed behind us to the sounds of muffled screams of pleasure, I turned to Mr. Cambridge.

"To answer your question, I don't know who you are, but I do know that beyond this moment for someone who is native to this planet can act like a Homer?"

He smirked at me, as he sized me up. We had to be close to the same age. His type was easy to read. Rich, probably daddy's proud seed who given all the privileges of this jewel of a city who thinks he can push around the peons of this city like their garbage. "Assuming, of course, you know what a Homer is?"

"Well, other than the one I see in front of me now, I spent over 20 years among them. I guess that makes me an expert compared to you."

I really want to clobber this punk, but he simply smirked and looked to Arianna. "Tell the Marshall I will be calling about this incident. And contain this tripod bitch and keep her away from my merchandise." he said sternly then turned to me. "Mister Stewart, next time we meet. let's have a friendly chat...while you still have that badge."

He nudged past me as I was ready to draw my Lancer, but the tempered hand of Arianna interrupted that move.

"Don't give him a reason, hun." she said as I slowly released it and turned to her. "You didn't think I was going shoot him?"

"The thought did cross my mind. He's right; you don't know who you are messing with. That Ben Cambridge, son of Mayor Calvin Cambridge."

"What is this all about?"

She sighed a bit as she listened to the screams subsiding from the room, and figured out they must finally be done. "That Skunk inside is Olivia Dunton. She doesn't work here, that is his girl."

"So he paid for the room and Carla took his girl from him?"

"It was probably more involved than that. Knowing most Cercian females would take one look at Carla's cock and want to have her."

"I take it Carla works here?"

"Worked. I think it's time to bring her back to the station."

"Sounds easy enough." I replied.

Arianna then gave me the most serious gaze I have ever seen. "Not if she's in heat."