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Suddenly, the mare was freed, her mind snapped back, and she found herself sandwiched between her assets, far too large for the poor cave.

Amanda wasted no time and jerked herself off into her milking cups, squeezing out all she could. Even though it meant nothing. It was impossible for her to ever feel as if she was adequately milked. The production was so much. But, it was enough for her to shrink back down to her more regular sizes despite those sizes still being colossal.

The mare panted hard and slowly felt the pain in her left shoulder creep back in. It stopped bleeding, the mare's mutated body having healed it at an accelerated rate.

"Amanda?! Are you all right?!" The horse heard the fox's familiar voice.

The detective had to shout over the futa's rumbling assets. A green cloak briefly obscured the herm's vision as it landed atop her. Sitting up, the mare knew she had to check for any damage to her milking cups. It was impossible to see any of them, obscured by her humongous tits. But she felt no breeze across the vacuum-sealed tubes.

The only breeze the mare felt was across her dark fur. The herm's armor had been ripped asunder. The horse chuckled and put the cloak back on, muffling the sounds her assets made and allowing her to see the ground. Amanda stood back up, utilizing her vast, semen-stuffed nutsack as a launching pad.

"I am now." The horse spoke in her usual flat tone.

The fox heaved out a heavy breath. "Holy shit, I thought you were gonna crush me." The vulpine's voice betrayed a hint of sorrow.

"So did I." The Indagator responded. "What happened to the demon?"

"Dead." The foxy detective shakily responded and motioned toward the succubus's body. The deceased demon's face was slouched over on the cold stone. There was blood splatter on the wall where the demon's head had been.

"Who shot her?" Amanda walked over to the corpse and peered at the blood-splattered wall.

"I did." The fox-anthro responded, her tone growing heavy with emotion. "I don't know what you did, but I felt myself coming back, and I found the succubus dying with a massive hole in her stomach. So I shot her." There was a pause. "I wanted to arrest her," The fox became teary. "but you were growing out of control and-" before the fox fell apart, Amanda gripped her shoulder. There was a brief moment of silence as the detective finally let loose and cried into the Indagator's cloak.

"Why are you crying?" Amanda asked in a gentle, steady tone.

"I-I don't know." The detective sniffled. "I was so terrified the whole time, I could only think of sex and have no control over it. I was horrified." The fox continued to cry into the horse. "Oh my God, Amanda, I-I never knew you could lose yourself so easily."

Amanda sighed. "You didn't lose yourself." She paused. "You were there the whole time." Her voice remained stable and flat. "I'm pretty sure if you continued to fight, you would break out of the demon's trance."

"Really?" The fox was hopeful.

"Yes. There have been cases of people breaking out of a sex demon's control." _Albeit rare._Amanda added to her thoughts as she comforted the fox.

"Th-thank you, Amanda." The detective fumbled through her words. "If it weren't for you, I think I would've never made it out alive."

The Indagator nodded. "Same to you. I'm not sure if I could've pulled myself out of that."

There was another brief silence.

"What now?" The fox broke the silence and walked toward the ledge overlooking the succubus's factory. Amanda crouched down as far as her humongous cum-tanks would let her and peered more closely at the demon.

"Amanda!" The fox shouted in joy. "The zombies! They're all."

"Dead again?" Amanda interrupted the fox and peered over the ledge. Before her, the massive zombie factory remained dormant. _I'll be damned._The horse thought, surprised.

"You seem surprised." The fox peered up at the mare, the horse's own thoughts evident on her muzzle.

"We never found how they were powered, nor how the field blocking all communication was powered." The mare responded.

"Zombies need power?" The fox questioned.

"They can't eat anything." The Indagator calmly stated.

"So?"

"Bodies need energy. To move, operate, and carry out all bodily functions. Zombies are dead. Therefore their body needs external energy to make them move and function." The Indagator's voice returned to its usual, stony demeanor.

"Oh. So what do you think could've powered the zombies?"

"I haven't a damn clue. But if we look around, we might find out."

A few moments later, after the fox and the horse had thoroughly searched the area, they reconvened where the succubus's corpse lay.

"You find anything?" The vulpine asked the equine.

"Not a damn thing." Amanda felt upset and began to pace around. "There has to be something powering these things."

"How important is it?"

"Very, because depending on what it is-" The mare stopped briefly and peered at the dead succubus. The hyper futa's gaze contorted to one of shock and awe.

"Can it be the succubus?" The fox asked, finding Amanda's gaze riveted on the dead demon.

"Yes, but that would make it-"

"-a Greater succubus. Damn Amanda, how the hell did you pull that off?" A black-scaled dragon-anthro, with multicolored dots all across her hide, interrupted. She was tall, standing at 300cm, and clearly blessed with the leviathan gene. As the dragoness had a pair of mountains for tits. There were milking cups attached to the dragon's bodysuit, and her tits threatened to burst out of their kevlar enclosure. All of it wasn't helped by the dragon's monumental dragon-pussy. It left a massive camel toe with a milking cup attached.

Amanda stared at the corpse in disbelief.

"Amanda, who's she?" The fox pointed at the dragoness.

"Sorry, you must be the detective from the Ellsworth police department. I'm another Indagator." The dragon held out her hand, more significant than the fox's own.

They shook hands. "Wait, when did you get here? I thought it was just Amanda and me the whole time." The fox asked.

"We got a call from some self-proclaimed resistance fighter named Reggie. He asked us to arrive pronto. Five minutes later, we were here."

"That must be the opossum," Angela spoke.

"Well, he was an opossum." The dragoness spoke.

Amanda saw a smile grow on the vulpine's face. "Glad he could do something."

"Amanda, you all right there?" The dragon nudged the mare.

The horse had been staring at the corpse for a solid minute now. The horsewoman shook her head and placed a hand atop her muzzle. "I managed to kill a greater succubus."

"You make it sound like an accomplishment." The fox added.

"Greater succubi and greater demons, in general, are tough buggers. We've lost many Indagators to them. Taking one down is quite the accomplishment." The dragon informed the fox.

"So, it's like Amanda just took down the big bad wolf?" The foxy detective asked.

"Kind of, yeah." The dragon agreed.

"Can we get someone to verify the demon's a greater one?" Amanda asked in a steady stony voice.

"Already on it." The dragoness spoke and moved toward the corpse. She jammed a syringe into the succubus and withdrew some blood. The dragon was careful to shove her boobs out of the way. The female dragon then pulled out a tablet kept in a case. The dragoness attached the withdrawn blood to the tablet. A few taps later, the dragon nodded.

"Yep. Greater succubus. Had a shit load of sexual energy built up. Hot damn." The dragon whistled in awe.

"Sexual energy?" The fox was confused.

"Sex demons fuel their magic and abilities with sexual energy. These are energies gained from intercourse, or anything lust-related." The dragon continued. "This demon had lots. It's what ultimately made her a greater succubus." The dragon stuffed her tablet away and stared at the corpse.

Amanda shook her head. "She must've been powering her zombies and the field."

"A solid deduction." The dragon agreed.

Slowly more people shuffled into the cave. Some wore police uniforms while others wore uniforms from the organization the hyper mare worked for. They worked together as they brought the corpses to the surface and slowly began to take apart the factory.

"I guess that means we're done." The fox let out a sigh of relief.

"Not quite, Angela; we need a report from you." A human man approached the fox staring down at a clipboard and shuffling through papers.

"I'll deliver it tomorrow." The fox responded. "I think I'm ready to go home and take a bath."

"Amanda." The dragon spoke again. "We'll need a report from you as well."

"I'll get it to you tomorrow." The mare responded in her usual, icy tone.

"All right." The dragon nodded, satisfied with the mare's answer.

There was a momentary silence. Until the hyper horse remembered the smaller factory below the butcher's shop.

"There's another factory below-"

"-the butcher's shop, Reggie told us. Got some people over there right now." The dragon finished the mare's statement.

"Did he also tell you about the shed's entrance to this place?" Amanda asked.

"He did." The dragoness answered.

"Onyx," Amanda began. "I think I'm ready to go back home."

"Guessed as much, given your mission. The office will be brimming with rumors tomorrow."

Amanda grunted in response.

The dragon nodded. "Figured you'd say as much." Onyx paused. "I got to help the cleanup crew and gather any more evidence. So, I'll let you go. Safe drive home." The black dragon waved as she disappeared.

"Amanda?" The fox asked.

The mare turned her gaze toward the vulpine.

"Mind giving me a ride back to the station?"

"Not at all."

The mare led the fox back to her car, stuffed herself into her casual bodysuit, and turned over the car.

"You know Amanda." The fox began. "You act all hard and miss, kick-your-shit-in, but you're just a big softie underneath."

The mare stopped, glared at the fox, but couldn't find the words to oppose her. So instead, she put the car into drive and left the farm.

End