You decide to wait for Cuss to get off work so he can show you around, and so you and your two heads order something a little less dangerous and a little more
familiarly alcoholic: a tall peach margarita, enough for all three of you to enjoy it.
You're starting to realize how interesting having three heads is, as other than eyesight, there's no real division of sensation at all. You can feel and taste as either of
the other two drink. It's fascinating, and more than a little fun. Before long, you three are staring at the bottom of your third margarita, and feeling at least a little
drunk. The three of you giggle, having an obvious good time.
"Hey," your right-hand head says snickering, "know what I've always wondered about?"
"Oh Goddess," your left-hand head groans, "Not this again."
"What?"
You say this with total ignorance, not knowing what she's talking about.
"You don't remember?" your left-hand head says, "She pulled this the last time we were drinking."
"Did not! I don't remember it, and neither does she. I think you're making it up," your right-hand head retorts.
"Well," you say, "what have you always wondered about?"
You turn your head to the right to see her puckish, fanged grin. She winks, and speaks.
"This!"
Unbidden, your right arm reaches around and pulls your head towards hers, yanking you into an unexpected deep kiss with her. Her tongue probes your mouth,
tracing your fangs, and surprisingly, you find yourself reciprocating briefly before you reassert control over your body and break the kiss.
"Mmm," she says, "I just love feeling both ends of a kiss! Don't you?"
You blush, obviously agreeing with her, but thoroughly embarrassed.
"What the hell was that about?" You ask.
Cuss looks to you, chuckling.
"You just discovered a quirk of Cerberan sexuality, gal. Nearly a full third of 'em are autosexual."
"Yeah, tell me about it," your left-hand head says wearily, "She always wants us to try it, saying maybe we're autosexual as a unit. I keep telling her I don't swing
that way."
"Bull. You swung that way just fine," the right-hand head says, "that night we were alone on Ceres IX!"
"Uhm, excuse me," you say, "autosexual?"
"That's the movement's name for being turned on by yourself. Autosexuals, known in slang as "solos", have been staging Solo Pride marches more and more lately,"
Cuss says.
"But how does that even work," you ask, "being turned on by yourself?"
"Well," Cuss answers bemusedly, "you may not have noticed, but you've got three of everything, and sister, I mean everything. Get all three sets going at once and
it's hard to resist sometimes."
You blush, as more racial memories assert themselves, and you start to remember the time on Ceres IX.
"See, she likes it! You'd like it too if you weren't so cranky," right-you says.
"Why do my heads have different personalities, Cuss?"
"You see, sister, that's another oddity," he explains, "Your right-head there, she's your Maiden, Clotho. She's like your right-brain on crack. You, you're Lachelsis,
and since that nice prismatic fur of yours is blue right now, it looks like you're mostly in control of the body. If you lost control, piloerection would make your fur
look like a different color. For Clotho there, it'd be green. Your third head, however, is Atropos, and she's the seat of your rage. You start to see your fur turn red
when she's in charge."
"Wow. So much to learn. So, Clotho's into autosexuality because she's pretty wild?"
"Sort of like that, but it's more complicated than that. Most of the inhibitions you, the rational one impose are vented out of the other two, your anger out of
Atropos, your...well, you can guess what Clotho vents. Chances are you've got a little repressed autosexual kink that she's just acting out."
"Damn. Maybe I should try to work through that?"
"If you do, don't do it in my damn bar. That shit's dangerous, because it can provoke the Cerberan War-Form."
"War-Form?"
"Yeah, your race wasn't always in that pretty little form you wear there. When they were still a conqering race, the war-form served them well. Consider it a kind
of primal throwback to the bad old days. They rent nice, padded rooms here if you want to try that kind of kinky stuff out."