Breeder feeder

chapter 5

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5

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“Yah kid, of course.”

After several false starts, I’d indeed and unfortunately found myself back in the bad graces of Benshin. I didn’t trust the man in the general sense of the word ‘trust’, but I knew in which ways I distrusted him, and that apparently put him some miles ahead of anyone else in this godforsaken governance. He may have thought I was a mark and a child, but I also was far from a priority for him, barely blinking on his radar in general, and that lent a level of frankness to our discussions – well, really my questions and his impatient patience - that seemed nigh impossible elsewhere.

“The woman you met, Doris, is no joke, despite how she comes off. She runs mandingos, sure, but if what you say is true, and she was out there alone and in plain clothes with this boar, then this was likely a different level of project. Hmmm…” Benshin looks at me with more focus than he usually reserved for anything but breeding math. A shrewd and calculating, long look, before he decided to open his mouth again. “Doris and I go back… go back a ways… not close, but if you’re in this business long enough, you’ll find yourself working with most, and she, well, in some ways she IS the business, in a manner of speaking.

“The core of APs here may be working and breeding, but the edge of it, the frontier, is advancement, as far as the law will allow. Now, I can see from that dumb look you don’t know what I’m talking about, so I’ll skip the exposition to the point: Any job that exists and is done by a human could theoretically be done by an AP that met the legal limits and yet was specialized and trained to function in a needed role. And out here, most roles are needed roles.

“What you saw her doing was probably, essentially, an intelligence test. She had something in mind for him besides mandingoing. And… well, relevant to you… there’s a good chance that chance just fell in your fucking lap kid. But it won’t be cheap though, hahaha, no sir.”

Doris ran a number of operations, apparently, and her hobbies overlapped with her work. And one of those hobbies was in breeding, engineering, and/or training new variants on the common strain of APs on this world.

As I approached in the daylight, I could see the male standing beside Doris much more clearly than the other night. He was a tall specimen, 6’7, extremely-, almost obscenely-, muscled at 320 pounds and less than 10% body fat, and perhaps a year or two older than I’d thought, maybe as old as twenty to twenty-two even. He had a chiseled jaw and dark-golden brown skin, with a similar mottling pattern to Sweetcheeks, though in shades of dark brown and medium gold. The mottling on him extended over his brow as well though, and one golden oblong went over his left eye leaving a small sliver of it the same color as his right eye, a dark brown almost black, but the rest of his left eye a striking rich purple. His larger, somehow sharper-looking, pig ears were mottling-free, but like hers his mottling extended over his tail and ended in a medium brown tuft on the end. Unlike her though, his hormones had obviously been trigged some time ago, as aside from his brilliant musculature, he also had rolling thickets of straight brown fur along the edge of his jaw line, neatly trimmed, the center of his chest, and over his extremely-, almost grossly-, endowed member.

Yet despite all of this, he was not what first caught my attention. What caught my attention was the fact that Doris was in a sharp silver and gold jumpsuit, completely unlike the coveralls and plaid of the other day, and had five armed guards standing relaxed and rather bored-looking around her.

I won’t bore you with the details of this conversation, but suffice it to say that I got everything I wanted a bunch of things I didn’t. By the end of it, the best buck I’d ever imagined for my problem was following me home, I had a new and much-unwanted partner in Benshin, and he and I were more indebted than my worst nightmares to a woman that looked as if she could snap my soul with her mind.


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