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Chapter 7

Stallions

Before long, it was Day 12, the day of my examination and as the Marshall put it, my graduation. From the wording, it sounded more like I will pass or else. Or else scare the crap out of me because despite our "Intellect and humanity", stowaways on a cruise ship are pretty much treated as property. And like all property you can be sold, and the Marshall assured me I didn't want to end up a Proto-human slave. Yes, I did say slave as slavery on Cerces IV is legal. It's actually considered a job, with perks, benefits and keeps a roof over your head with a good medical plan. Yet socially, you are pretty much the doormat of society which is nothing really new for the human race. Working as a cashier or a janitor is pretty much a butt joke on Earth as with modern technological advancements with robotics to do these things, an actual human is treated like a piece of machinery. So with the idea of being the gum on someone's shoe, I think I had incentive. Besides, Druzilla pretty much told me I better pass or she will personally buy me as her slave. At first I wasn't impressed with this threat as it seemed like a treat, but Rudy set me straight. He told me Druzilla is a sweet girl, with a sexual libido that can kill a human. He also said she's a bit of a freak in the bedroom. I asked him how he knew; he simply snickers as his right ear twitched. I always wondered how he got those teeth marks on his ear. I thought it was a bar brawl or something.

The testing started at 9:00 AM Cercesian standard time, and ended at 15:00 AM. It was split up with the first three hours was the written portion, all covering the law and Cercesian society. The last three hours was all physical, starting with shooting, obstacle, running, all that physical training. I'm not gonna bore you with the details; let's just say I did better than I thought. It felt good after noon when the Marshall came up to me, shook my hand, and handed me a Stetson with that gold badge on it. I was a Deputy Marshall, and it felt good except the festivities didn't start yet. The Marshall told me now I had to cram to know the shit that really counts. I was confused by this, and I looked to him.

"But you taught me everything. I know where every doughnut and smoke shop in Durango is, and I haven't even driven a patrol car yet!" I stated obviously.

The Marshall for the first time seemed more serious than anything as he handed me tablet. "This is the shit you need to know so you don't get that pretty head blown off your head by the people you're going to work with so listen." he said as he opened the screen. The first image was a male Proto-Human who looked like a Bengal Tiger.

"This is Kyrell, he's the acting Deputy, and he hates being it. Mind you he can shred you in minutes as he is literally a 6 foot 4 inch tiger with the strength of 4 men. He's nobody's cousin, brother, or son-in-law. I got him to become an officer because I was sick and tired bringing him into jail every 3 to 4 days."

"He was a criminal?"

"Hell no, I had to protect him! Women are nuts about this guy, he's a Casanova of sorts; he goes out with this skunk named Johara. Sweetest thing you ever saw, and very attractive. If she propositions you, don't accept!"

This struck me odd as Cerces was built on a free share society. "Isn't that considered insulting"

"Not in my book, matter of fact I encourage you to do the opposite!" he states firmly. "You see, Kyrell is a good cop. Hell, he's a great cop, his only problem is he's Proto-Human. All the real criminals on Cerces know the weakest link is what you need to compromise. I can't change what Kyrell is, but I can do what it takes to make him the best of what he can be! Stay away from Johara! She's just like all these women on this ship Glenn, and if you haven't noticed, all they want you for is one thing!"

I must admit I never heard the Marshall be so blunt about something, especially this Kyrell fella. One would think he was his son. He then showed me another Image of a female Proto-Human with long blonde hair.

"This is Arianna Camino, one of the best officers we have. She works two ways, alone, and no clothing." My eyes nearly fell out their sockets when I saw her in...full uniform as it were.

I looked to the Marshall with a somewhat stunned look. "Is there any particular reason why she has no clothing?"

"Of course, stupid! Look at her...she's a Mare!" the Marshall shouted at me. Now it's one thing to pass the test, it's another not to remember. Equines and some other Mammals in the Proto-Human species do not wear clothing. In most cases, it is the females that lend in to this which the law affords them to do so. Why is this so? Seems an actual build-up of body heat increase hormone production, in other words they can spontaneously go into heat.

The Marshall, a bit tender that I brought that up, was not more intense in his wording from here on. "She is an excellent cop, hell she is our undercover, crime scene investigator, SWAT assassin, and she seems like the only person other than me that knows how to brew coffee. Mind you, you will be working close to her, and I gonna warn you, I consider her my daughter. You screw her up, I'm gonna break you, and then let her destroy the rest of you."

The look in the Marshall's eyes was one of pure terror. At that moment I was more frightened meeting her than anything else. I wasn't sure why he was being so melodramatic about this but he seemed very concerned that I know these people. We went on to the next image of a very beautiful tigress.

"Katira Cambridge is probably the finest woman of all of Durango. She is also the President of the Cercesian Global News Network, a very accomplish singer, dancer, and overall socialite. You will probably meet her when we arrive, she loves getting a hot scoop. She not only owns the news, she works it as well. Her husband Richard Cambridge is pretty much crippled after 3 years of marriage to her."

"Car accident or something?"

"No, she fucked the shit out of him...literally!" stated the Marshall. "And I am warning you, she is the sweetest person to talk to, hell, take her out to lunch! But I warn you she is a Succubus, she will drain the life out of you if you have sex with her! Do yourself a favor boy, just say no. We got too many bow-legged fuckers on the street already...don't join them!"

After my experience with some of the women on this ship, I heeded his words because after 10 minutes with one of them, it may as well been an hour. They have a voracious appetite that seems endless. Now I see why most of the males seem not to mind if their mates have multiple partners. There is just no satisfying their sexual lust. Which brings me to the next set of pictures.

"The first picture is a female Equine named Carla Vega. She is a Mare, orphaned to the city, and a close friend of Arianna, some would even say...lovers. Carla is a mixed up kid, but by the next image you will see why."

As I looked at a full body image of her, I already suspected she wasn't going to have any clothes. But the fact she had a cock possibly over two feet in length, and while flaccid was a bit hard to believe.

"Yes, she is what you would call a Hermaphrodite!" stated the Marshall. "Not in the human terms of the word either. She has it all, meaning she can impregnate a female, and have birth as she has a uterus."

I remember the Marshall telling me this but to actually see one before me was mind blowing. "What about her?" I tried to ask all business like but was very enticed by her image.

"She is our on again, off again officer, and your first case as deputy Marshall."

"What, bring her in? On what charges?" I ask.

"No tenderfoot!" he replied back sharply looking at me dead seriously. "I'm starting to wonder if I made the right choice here Glenn...don't make me do that...understand?"

Now it really settled in, this was no game, he was dead serious.

"Carla is mixed up. Thing is Herm equines tend to not last long! Their hormones go plumb loco and drive them to the funny farm; in some cases...they die! But not Carla, for some reason she is a Hybrid that actually have internal gonads! I don't understand the whole medical terminology for it, but let's just say her ovaries work in conjunction with her nuts! The short of it, you can hang out with her and the boys and catch the game at the titty bar, but you better be snuggling her in the bedroom. They call her the Crazy Bitch because that's how she is. She can be fearless, heroic, courageous, stubborn, moody, vain, gluttonous, and compassionate all within 5 minutes when she's on a tangent. Her mother was my predecessor, Carmen Vega. Five years ago she was gunned downed during a home invasion at a neighbor's. We believe it to be the Proto-Human in the next image. Marvin Weller, possibly one of the most deadly Proto-Humans in all of Cerces IV!"

As I gazed at the photo, his appearance was a mix between a dog and some kind of Demonic beast. "What exactly is he?" I asked.

"We call him a Gargoyle! One of those impossible Hybrids I told you about, but don't let his looks fool you! He's a friggin' Genius!" replied the Marshall. "Murderous genius at that, and probably public enemy number #1 in all of Cerces IV! He also has a crush on Carla, who really wants nothing to do with him, and would probably kill him if she knew he kill her mother!"

"So, my first case is to take him down?" I asked innocently.

"Hell No, Boy! You're still green, and the last thing I need to do is bring a tenderfoot like you on this case! You are going to keep an eye on and guard Carla so she doesn't do something stupid! And this won't be easy, because I need a 32 hour watch on her!"

"That's it? A Stupid Bodyguard? That's why you hired me?" I said sharply, as I was feeling a bit betrayed. Marshall Simms looked at me rather pissed off and slaps the mess out of me.

"Listen Boy, if you think I'm using you, then hand me that tin plated badge back, and work your way back to earth as a slave! Whiny piss ass Homers, that's why I would been better off staying there then being with you stupid piss head humans!"

For the first time I was honestly hurt by Marshall Simms. Then again, I had it coming being so ungrateful for this opportunity. In the end I took the mission, like I really had a choice. So I'll be watching some Mare with a cock better than 3 times mine is. But something about the brown coated mare had my heart racing. Wasn't sure what it was, but I told Rudy who simply said that I'm a Stallion. Now Rudy has his moments of being profound but I wasn't sure where he was going with that.

He told me this. "Humans have fetishes, as Proto-Humans have many fetishes. You being human, you lock your fetishes away like they are some damn dirty secret that will come back to haunt you down the road. Us...we live our fetishes, and follow them with new ones. That is what makes you a stallion, because you want that mare."

In the end, I guess of all the teachers on this cruise, Rudy was the most educating. I just wish he told me that payment for lessons from Druzilla was 16 straight hours of sex. At one point, it was me and 8 female Proto-humans. The Marshall did tell me that they only wanted me for one reason; then again I kind of knew that and really didn't care. Although Druzilla said I was done paying her and she would be looking me up in Durango to finish my payment. Such is the life of us Stallions...such is our life...on Cerces IV.