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Protector
by capta
So far…
After facing a giant amazonian lady, Amanda resumes her investigation around one of the factories reported to have seen these giant women.
Chapter 8 – Perry’s Drug Company
The next day found Amanda at the factory. She scanned her surroundings and found a pile of discarded vials. Thud. Her testes rested on the ground. She took a vial and stopped at the local Indagator HQ. A line drawing of a bear head hung above the doors. The hyper mare walked inside.
“Greetings,” Amanda placed her badge. An anthro sat behind a counter.
“How can I help you?”
“I need a lab.”
The anthro nodded; “Let me check if we have one for you;” she searched a nearby file cabinet; “Lab A18 is open. It will be on your right,” The anthro handed her a key. Amanda entered a long hallway. Several doors lined either side of her. Next to a door, a bronze plaque spelled A18. She unlocked the door. Barely a hoof-step inside. Amanda’s enormous cock-sheathes bumped into an otherwise normal-sized island counter.
Carefully, Amanda maneuvered around the lab. Effortlessly, she grabbed beakers and burners from the ceiling-mounted cabinets. Where’s the chemical cabinet? The mare scanned the room. Is it hidden beneath my tits? A half-step and clatter later, she bumped into it. Amanda stepped aside, and her assets swallowed half the room.
Chemicals now in hand, the horse returned to the counter. She poured them into a beaker. Then, they were placed inside an equation circle. The horse pulled out her discarded vial and poured what was left of the blue fluid. The mixture bubbled, and fumes caused the mare to cough. Her eyes watered. She searched the wall for a switch. Quickly, she flicked it. A fan whirred to life, the fumes extracted from the lab. She took a deep breath and returned to the bubbling mixture. Slowly, it changed colors. After a few minutes, the mixture went dormant.
Amanda furrowed her brow and pulled out a notebook. This doesn’t make any sense. She placed her notebook and left. When the mare entered again, a bison anthro followed. Carefully, he stepped around the mare.
“This lab is too small for you,” he smiled.
Amanda stared at the bison, unphased.
“My name’s Aketcha,” the bison stood tall and broad. “I’d shake your hand, but I’m afraid I’d bump into your… penises,” he looked up, “not even tall enough to bump into your udder first,” he laughed.
“Thanks for helping me,” Amanda sighed, “I found a strange blue liquid outside a factory that smelled like a mutagen. I brought it here to test what it is and got lost.”
The hyper horse quickly explained her procedure.
“Interesting, can I see your notes?”
Amanda handed the bison a notebook. He flipped through the pages, “I want to test something,” the bison gathered more beakers and filled them with chemicals. He placed a magical circle beneath one and grabbed the mixture Amanda crafted. The bison poured it into the beaker. It bubbled briefly, then suddenly changed colors. He peered at his notes.
“I’d say your nose was right. It’s a low-level mutation.”
“Can we find out what it does without taking it?”
Aketcha shrugged, “I don’t know. What factory did you find this?”
“Perry’s Drug Company.”
The bison slowly nodded, “why take interest in it?”
“I’m investigating a string of murders caused by super tall women with an uncanny amount of muscle.”
“You’re escort bursa investigating the case of the monstrous women?”
“If that’s what it’s called in the news. Then yes.”
“Wow. What have you learned so far?”
Amanda quickly told the bison.
“Ah. Well, if you need my assistance, feel free to ask,” he smiled.
“Thanks. This should be all for now.”
“Very well, I’ll talk to you later,” Aketcha left.
Amanda collected the used beakers and cleaned them. She placed them inside the ceiling cabinet. The mare attempted to check for anything else but only saw her tits. The horse frowned and left.
The mare resumed her investigation. It was the next day. A door stood ajar. She approached it and hesitated. There’s no way I can hide. She peered at her room-filling tits. I can’t even fit through the door. Amanda continued her search. Nothing. She searched the factory’s exterior for a week. The horse sighed, defeated. I need to get inside. The mare left and entered a coffee house. She quickly ordered a drink and took a seat. How can I get inside? The hyper mare pondered. I could work in the factory. But they’d know I’m an Indagator. Amanda peered outside a window. Her green, cat-like eyes reflected back to her. Would that prevent them from hiring me? She scanned her surroundings.
A man strutted inside. He quickly ordered a drink. Amanda watched him closely, lost in thought. The man’s eyes met hers and shot wide. He shook his head and turned to the server.
“Do you know who that is?” Amanda overheard.
The waitress shrugged.
The man locked eyes with Amanda. He studied her carefully. His eyes lit up; he approached the mare; “never seen an Indagator like yourself.”
Amanda snapped out of her thoughts, “thank you,” she examined the man before her and found his eyes cat-like, “what guild do you come from?”
“Ursine Bellator,” he smiled, “mind if I take a seat?”
“If you can fit,” the horse’s assets occupied the specialty booth and a good portion of the coffee house. She cautiously moved. Her squished endowments spattered the ground and soaked the floor. They shuddered.
“I’ll stand.”
“What brings you out here?” the horse curiously asked.
“Got an assignment. An organized group of vampires kidnapping and selling people. What about you?”
“Tracking a string of murders caused by super tall, super buff women.”
The man tilted his head, “you’re investigating the monstrous women?”
Amanda nodded.
“The feds asked us to investigate that one a while ago. Been too busy with other problems. What guild do you come from? Heard we’d plan on giving that mission to another guild.”
“Canis Lupus.”
“Wow, from the other side of the country,” the man took a sip of his coffee, “tough assignment,” he paused, “what have you figured out?”
“I found some vials containing a low-level mutation outside Perry’s Drug Company.”
“That’s alarming.”
Amanda nodded, “I went to investigate further but couldn’t seem to turn anything up,” she paused, “I need a way inside.”
“Bet they’re hiring.”
“If they are, I’m worried they’ll look at my eyes, realize what I am, and refuse to hire me.”
“I don’t think they’d care. Heard from someone they need people. Badly. I’m sure they’d hire anyone.
The hyper mare listened, “I’ll take a look then,” she quickly finished her drink, left the mug on a nearby table, and left.
“Good hunting!” the eskort bursa man called out behind her.
“Excuse me!” Amanda shouted over the factory’s exterior wall, “I’m looking for a job!”
A man walked out. He stopped suddenly and studied her. A few minutes later he approached her, “never seen a dane as big as you.”
Amanda frowned, “can I get a job here?”
“What do you got to offer?”
“I trained for eight years at the Canis Lupus indagator guild.”
“Impressive. Why did you come here then?” he eyed her suspiciously.
“I wanted to do something else.”
The man eyed her repeatedly, “what class leviathan gene are you?”
“Leviathan-Class.”
“Have you drained yourself recently?”
Amanda’s strained assets gurgled ominously, “I’m overdue for a drainage.”
The man nodded, “tell you what. If you drain yourself and come back. We’ll get you a job.”
A short while later, Amanda returned.
“You sound like a kettle,” the man stated.
The horse’s endowments gurgled, “this is normal.”
The man nodded, “get a slip verifying you’ve emptied yourself. Don’t want a mess.”
The mare returned with a slip. She handed it to the man.
He quickly scanned it, “all right, come on in,” he opened the gate and let the horse inside, “Indagators got enhanced strength right?”
Amanda nodded.
“Do you know how much you can lift?”
“I can lift slightly over a tonne up to my chest.”
The man stopped and gawked at her, “you’ll have no problem lifting anything here.”
After a visit with her supervisor, Amanda quickly got to work. Crates, people, and machinery disappeared below her. The mare’s gigantic assets overshadowed them. She trod carefully. Tasked to pick up crates. Amanda needed a way to lift them. Her options were limited, the horse mashed her gargantuan endowments against them. They gorged fluids and left a deep trail.
One day, while Amanda worked, she spotted a giant archway, guarded by a pair of giant amazons. The mare studied them. Their clothes stretched, their massive endowments and uncanny musculature threatened to rip their dresses apart.
“What’s over there?” Amanda motioned to a nearby worker.
“Don’t look at them,” her coworker fearfully stated.
“Why not?”
“The last person who stared at them disappeared.”
“Why haven’t you called the police?”
“They can’t harm them.”
“Does anyone know what they’re guarding?”
The coworker shrugged, “don’t hear from anyone.”
While Amanda worked the next day, she stuck close to the women. She listened to their conversation.
“Do we know who killed Eliza?” a brown-haired amazon asked.
The other amazon shook her head, “not a damn clue.”
The brown-haired amazon scowled, “think it was the Matriarchy?”
“No way. Cuts are way too professional.”
“What does the boss think?”
“Indagator.”
The brown-haired amazon looked at the other amazon, terrified.
“What’s got you scared?”
“Have you seen an Indagator fight? They’ll make mince meat out of us.”
The amazon looked away, “we can take em,” she spoke quietly.
What’s The Matriarchy? Amanda thought.
“She’s massive,” the brown-haired amazon commented the next day.
Amanda threw a subtle glance.
The other amazon nodded, “makes the boss look small.”
“Don’t let her hear that.”
“Doubt she’d even listen. Too busy beating up anyone who looks at her funny,” the brown-haired amazon shook her head, “I think she’s lost it.”
“With the amount of Amazon she’s taken. I wonder if she has any brain.” the other amazon stated.
“Think the Matriarchy poisoned her mutation?”
“Doubt it, too busy beating up their own.”
The two amazons paused.
“Why aren’t we fighting the Matriarchy?” the brown-haired amazon asked.
“Someone’s gotta keep out the interlopers,” the other responded.
Both fell silent.
“My log’s getting hard,” the brown-haired amazon spoke. Her dress’s fabric creaked.
Amanda picked up the faintest burble from the amazon’s giant testicles.
“My tits feel like bursting as well,” she rubbed a boob.
“Haven’t you drained yourself?”
“No. I was told to come over here before I could empty myself.”
“I can cover you. While you take a break at the milker.”
“I want to drain inside of somebody.”
“Talk to the girls; they can help you.”
“I know, but none are as big as the horse lady.”
“Thinking of using her?”
A nod, “thinking about it makes my dick-” Rrrip! The amazon’s dick sprung free, “-hard.”
The horse tossed another glance. The brown-haired amazon’s cock bobbed above her head and slapped her in the face, “damn it,” the amazon shoved her giant dick aside, “now I can’t see.”
“Better hurry. I can hear your balls.”
Her balls stretched and bubbled. They pulsed, packed with seed. Dark outlines formed at the top of her dress. The amazon’s giant, lengthy teats grew increasingly visible, “I’m gonna fuck the horse lady, “hey! you!” the brown-haired amazon approached the mare. Amanda towered above her.
“How would you like a promotion?” a lecherous smile. Her cock leaked a considerable amount of pre.
The horse studied the amazon. Her cock’s ready scent sent signals inside the mare. Her testes rumbled, the rest of her assets followed. Deeper puddles formed beneath her. “What kind of promotion?” despite the horse’s arousal, she remained level-headed.
“How do you feel like working the other side of the factory?” the amazon motioned behind her, where her friend stood guard.
“Is the pay higher?” the mare inquired.
“Certainly,” a smile, followed by a flash of lust in the amazon’s eyes.
Amanda sensed an opportunity, “lead the way.”
A wicked smile, “follow me.” the amazon motioned to her friend, “she works this side of the factory now.”
The mare followed the brown-haired amazon down a hallway into a small room. She occupied most of the space. The amazon closed the door behind her. She immediately stripped her clothes. “Take your clothes off,” she ordered.
Amanda locked eyes with the woman, “no.”
“Don’t you dare defy me! Take. Your. Clothes. Off.” her tone turned hostile.
“No.”
“You little-!” The amazon swung. Deftly, Amanda stepped aside. Tripped the lady and slammed her head into the concrete floor. Blood seeped from her skull. The mare’s own assets continued to rumble.
The horse stepped away and cracked open a door. She peered into the factory floor. Giant mixers populated the floor while workers milled about. They carried unidentified crates. She closed the door.
The unconscious amazon fired thick, lengthy ropes of semen. Her tits gushed their cargo. Her body was soaked in seed; she lay in a shallow pool of her own breast milk. Amanda examined the amazon. Need to take her out. Steadily, she moved into position. The amazon’s unconscious form disappeared beneath the mare’s more monstrous endowments. The lady’s head grazed the mare’s ground-scraping scrotum. A step later, Amanda stomped on the amazon’s skull. Better investigate the factory before anyone finds out.
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