FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Amanda finished setting up the directional antenna; she heard the opossum speak.

"So what are you folks do'in here precisely?"

"Stopping whatever is behind this mess." The Indagator firmly spoke.

"What'ave ya learned?" The opossum curiously asked.

Taking a deep breath, the horse spoke. "So far, I've felt invisible strings pulling the zombies around here. I've also fought several creatures that weren't exactly zombies."

"Uh-huh." The opossum keenly listened.

"What I've deduced so far is someone's behind these zombies and most likely other monsters crawling around here."

"Do ya have evidence?"

"Not as of yet. The only definitive evidence I have is the feeling and a factory I discovered below the butcher's shop." The hyper-endowed horse spoke sternly.

"Ah. I see yah found one of the mayor's classified factories." The opossum mentioned.

"You know about them?" Amanda stopped, her horse-like ears pivoted.

The opossum let out a long sigh. "Yeah. I was a part of a resistance to stop the mayor from build'in them. Can see how well that turned out." The opossum rubbed the back of his head.

"Hmph." The horse grunted. "Some ghosts showed me visions of a battle where lots of anthros and humans fought off a zombie horde." She paused. "I've also been finding notes laying around the farm talking about it." Amanda shifted her stance, setting her hands on her obscenely flared hips. "The only issue is, they stopped making any sense."

"I'm guess'in they stopped making sense since you discovered they was encoded."

The horse nodded.

"I can decode them if ya like. Just want to know what exactly ya'll gonna do."

"I-"

"We." The fox interrupted the horse.

"We plan on stopping the zombies by finding out where the person is controlling them." The hyper-sized Indagator continued.

"That it?" The opossum continued to probe.

"No. Not only do we want to find out who's controlling the zombies, but we also want to find out why and how." The horse added.

The opossum slowly nodded.

"All right, I can help ya. Although how are you gunna put an end to all this? By arresting them?"

"Precisely." The fox interjected once again.

"Angela, this case is outside of the regular police. It's in the realm of the Nostrum Organization." The horse calmly stated.

"What does that mean?" The fox appeared upset.

"It means all the normal processes you take in a normal police case don't necessarily apply anymore."

"What? So you're not going to arrest whoever is behind this?" Angela threw her arms up. As frustration slowly crept into her voice.

"Yes."

"Then what are you going to do?! Throw a dance party?!" The fox exclaimed, her chest huffed up.

"No. I'm going to kill whoever is behind it." Amanda succinctly responded, shifting her stance again.

"What?! No trial? No handcuffs? Nothing?! Just death?!" The fox was now clearly upset.

"You can't take monsters in for questioning." The horse responded, relaxed.

"Yes, you can! Not all monsters are rampaging dragons or wraiths!"

"Hmph. How do you expect to arrest a wizard?"

"A wizard's behind this?!" The fox was stunned.

"Not necessarily, but some mage or someone with an affinity for magic, I expect to be behind this." The Indagator assured the fox.

"How can you be so certain?"

"Because of what I saw at the factory. While they assembled the zombies with whatever stitching, they had to use science to make them work."

"How so?"

"On the table, they assembled the zombies on there was a rune. I don't know the specifics of it, but the equation it had was related to the re-animation formula."

"How's that scientific! That sounds like magic to me!" The fox yelled, confused.

Amanda sighed. "There's a reason things of magical nature are handed off to the organization. First off, magic and science are the same. Both must obey whatever laws of science and the conservation of matter-energy."

"Well, what kind of laws allow making zombies?!" The fox shouted again.

"One that's not discovered yet."

"Then how can it be used?" The opossum, now suddenly added.

"By being mathematically correct." The horse continued to respond.

"What does that mean?" The opossum asked, confused.

The obscenely-endowed Indagator sighed. "You know when you take your car to a shop. You expect some certified technician to work on it."

"Uh-huh." The opossum responded, still following the conversation.

"Do you ever expect them to know Physics like a scientist?" The horse continued in her monotone manner.

"No."

"It's similar with mages. They may know how to make spells and runes, but they have no clue as to the scientific phenomena behind their so-called magic."

"That sounds rather strange." The opossum responded, his hand scratching his head.

"I can agree on that." The fox stated.

Amanda shrugged. "I'm ready with the antenna."

"Can you tell me the specifics of the plan again?" The fox inquired.

"I"m going to take the antenna to two different locations. At each location, I'll put it in front of the heads and point it toward the strongest signal."

"How sure are you that this will work?" Angela continued to ask.

"Sure enough that I'm willing to try it." The horse quickly responded.

Grasping the antenna, Amanda slung the bag of zombie heads over her shoulder. "Stay here."

The Indagator first made her way East. After she had traveled some distance away, the monster slayer set down the bag of heads and the antenna. She pulled an anthro's head out by the fur and placed it in front of her. She then held the antenna in front of it. She was silently thankful she didn't have to bend down too far. Otherwise, her mountainous assets would get in the way.

As she held the antenna in one hand, she had the ammeter attached to it in another. She carefully monitored it and rotated the antenna. Amanda turned it in a complete circle until her ammeter detected the most current. She found the greatest signal strength when the antenna was pointed 35 degrees away.

The obscenely-endowed horse then proceeded to pull out a map and mark the location of the antenna. The Indagator then moved directly West. The horsewoman needed to take extra care to travel the same distance West as she had traveled East. Having reached her next point, she placed down another head and held the antenna out.

She found the most signal when she rotated her antenna 40 degrees away from her. The Indagator then jammed it into the ground and marked it on her map. With both positions noted, she quickly calculated the distance. The monumentally-endowed horse managed to pinpoint a location North of the barn about a kilometer away.

The location on her map appeared to be an old wooden shack. _Great._She thought. _I've got no idea if I can fit inside that damn shack._In case of the worse, she made her way back to the old barn where she found Angela and the opossum to have disappeared.

"Angela!" She called out. No response. _Shit._Amanda unsheathed her blade and carefully listened in. At first, she heard nothing. Then proceeded to advance further inside. Where she continued to find nothing. It was not until she heard faint paw-steps, a few hundred meters away, combined with something she could make out to be dragging. Quickly she spun around and burst out the door.

In front of her was the black fox-anthro from earlier. She was still approaching the Indagator, but Amanda could tell the colossal sizes attained by the fox's eight overly-milky breasts had not faded. Nor did the monumental dimensions of the fox's three pussies. Amanda also noted the fox's assets continued to belch and spew liters upon liters of milk and fem-cum onto the ground.

"I guess the saying is true. You can't sneak up on an Indagator."

The fox spoke. Amanda peered at her with a hard and stony gaze. Besides the fox's ginormous tits and pussies she found the fox carrying a sizeable semi-automatic pistol.

"What the hell do you want?" Her tone was hostile, filled to the brim with hatred as she recalled what the fox did to attain her monumental sizes.

"Well, someone's mean." She paused. Her voice was nonchalant, brimming with arrogance. "I'm afraid you've done a bit too much digging. My mistress has asked me to put you down."

"Hmph." The Indagator grunted, her blade ready. "You can damn well try."