Chapter 4 - Indagators and Drug Networks
After the cartel had been wiped out, the leads they'd given her had to be looked at. So Amanda set off to the Nostrum Organization. But her bouts of growth continued, making her frustrated. Something, was still beyond her control.
As the Indagator drove back home, she found herself in thought through the dense rainforest. It had been effortless to get the information she needed. The people who held it practically crumpled beneath her status as an Indagator. Amanda knew Indagators, such as herself, had dark reputations.
But. Usually, people put up a more excellent resistance. Especially when it involves their business. The horse thought. So why had whoever employed the cartel made it so easy to get information out of them? Perhaps it was false? It can't be. The Indagator continued her thought. The information she had found so far led her to the right people. From the staged drug trade to the cartel she'd just recently wiped out.
Is it a new strategy? The thought crossed the mare’s mind. That would be stupid. How does easy information help with obscuring your plans? The horse tapped the steering wheel, submerged in thought. Maybe they expect their opponent to overthink their plans? “Hmph." The horse grunted_. Not something I'd place my bets on._ The Indagator affirmed with herself.
Before the thoughts took the horse any further, she shook her head. Whatever the reason, I still have some leads to follow up on. That was the last idea. It was a long drive to Brasilia. The closest city she could utilize to access the Nostrum Organization. It was night when she arrived. She found a nondescript building that was assigned as an access point.
The futa mare's organization lay in its own dimension. Therefore had only so many access points. This one was a small white building with nothing remarkable. It had a garage. Was a single story and a few windows. A rhino-anthro snored outside the garage. Amanda honked the horn as she approached. The rhino quickly sat up, suddenly awakened. He blinked a few times and came to the horse's car with tank-like suspension.
“Pass.” The rhino sleepily spoke, rubbing an eye.
Amanda pulled out her badge. Encased in black leather. A metal seal bore a tree with far-extending roots. A yin-and-yang was placed atop. An "N" and "O" was placed on each side away from the symbol. The rhino flipped it open, closely examining it. He grunted with approval and handed it back.
The herm mare stuffed the badge back inside her cloak as the rhino lazily walked over to a badge read on the side of the garage. He swiped his own badge over it, and the garage slowly creaked open. Behind it was vast marble pillars with gold-painted dragons wrapping around them. They had no business fitting inside the poor little building. Regardless, Amanda drove inside through the garage. She felt a calm ripple as she passed through a portal. The roads were made of dark basalt. The pillars held up vaulted ceilings made out of sturdy glass. Silver chandeliers were suspended from the top.
Amanda would forgive anyone for thinking they were made of silver. They were simple steel, painted with excellent paint by exceptionally skilled hands. The herm’s Jeep rumbled on down long marble-hewn hallways. The dragons around the pillars were never the same. Some were gold, while others were jade and obsidian. A symbol of change. The hallways led the mare to an equally impressive garage. It was lined with cars. They stood out almost like a sore thumb in the elegantly carved halls of stone.
The futa drove the organization’s car. Her own vehicle parked in the lot with everyone else. There were a few cars like the one she borrowed. They were built for those with the leviathan gene. Frequently, they weighed in the range of tons. The horse parked the car next to one and stepped out. Her steps were heavy and thunderous echoing through marble halls.
There was no hiding her mass, coming in well over 40 metric tons now. Due to her multiple growth spurts. Which, she recalled, had ceased. Dammit. The horse thought, frustrated as the thought caused a familiar warmth inside her. It signaled another growth spurt. The growth had the mare's height change from 490cm to a whopping 560cm. Her many assets keenly grew alongside, keeping their monstrous proportions no matter how tall she got.
This ensured the mare would never have less than ground-scraping or body-overshadowing genitalia. They pulsed and throbbed with so much greater pleasure. The mare's constant heat and rut also proliferated with it. Holy fuck. The horse thought and leaned on a pillar, feeling the hot steamy arousal rising from underneath her cloak. A sudden click and loud thud had several of her titanium plates unlatch and fall to her hooves.
Briefly, Amanda was tempted right then and there to relieve her drum-tight, tightly packed endowments. But quickly got a hold of herself. Something needed to be done about the sudden bouts of growth. Otherwise, she might become a skyscraper. The futa mare shook her head, regaining her zen. She got off the pillar and continued the trudge inside, leaving behind the slabs of titanium on the floor. They’d never fit her again anyway.
The horse could only take the stairs. The futa mare outweighed anyone else with the gene. Even for people with the leviathan gene, the elevators could not operate with her mass. Up the marble-carved stairs, she went. They led her into the main lobby, where anyone could drop by.
The lobby had tall vaulted ceilings made out of the same intricately carved glass, light from a pair of stars poured inside. A close look at them would show one black and one white orbiting each other. They made the yin-and-yang. The lobby was crowded with several creatures. The number of scents overwhelmed Amanda’s highly sharp senses. But she could see anthros of all sorts of animals, to the uncommon human, to other various supernatural creatures.
The desk, which most people lined up, was made out of the elegantly shaped gray stone of the floor, unlike the dark basalt of the garage. Computers lined the single, massive, circular desk. As humans and numerous anthros fretted behind it. The air was noisy, filled with the chatter of everyone else. Navigating the Nostrum Organization typically resulted in a nightmare.
There were numerous long marble halls. Making a sort of maze. During the night, the silver chandeliers burned brightly. But, in the day, they remained dormant. Amanda was intimately familiar with the navigation of the interior. Expertly she made her way down a few hallways to another stone desk. Above it hung a sizeable metallic sign with the words "Indagator branch."
One of the anthros behind was a familiar wolfess. The wolf had a soft gray fur coat and was blessed with the leviathan gene. Making her sexual assets absolutely massive. Amanda also knew she was a herm, much like herself. They had several passionate nights together.
“Oh! Amanda!” The wolfwoman’s ears perked up. “How was the last brood we had recently?”
Amanda stopped at the desk and shrugged. “You know the organization normally distributes them across universes.”
The wolf frowned. “You didn’t opt to keep any?”
“I don’t want to raise any kids myself yet.”
The wolf nodded in approval, looking over the mare. “You’re a lot taller.” Her gaze was focused, taking in her friends’ newly gained height.
The horse sighed. “I don’t know, but something happened. After I fought that damned ghost at the asylum. I went into a state which left me with growth spurts."
A familiar warmth built up, and again her height changed. This time from 560cm to 600cm. It threw her off balance momentarily as she dealt with her vastly greater sizes and more powerful pleasures. Quickly, the new power of her heat and rut nearly threw her into a frenzy to be bred and breed. The wolf bit her lip, her eyes had gone sultry, and Amanda heard a rip, then a solid whack, as something substantial and hard smacked the bottom of the wolf's stone desk. The mare’s sharp ears also managed to pick up the faint rumble of the wolf’s gonads.
“That's hot." The wolf's voice was husky now. "Wanna go a few rounds?”
Amanda snapped her self-control back and took a deep breath. The arousal returned from its heightened state to its constant buzz.
“No. On a mission.”
The wolf pouted. “That’s no fun.”
“As much as I’d love to breed you right now, I have to bust a drug network.”
The wolf's face changed from its sultry, lust-laden gaze to one of curiosity. “Isn’t that the police’s job?”
“Normally, yes. But this one’s using monsters.”
“Wasn’t this done in the past?” The wolfess continued to inquire.
“Yes, but most attempts lead to their own downfall. The problem solving itself."
“How’s this one different?” The wolf tilted her head curiously.
“The problem hasn’t solved itself yet.” Amanda paused for a moment, wondering if it ever would. “And I don’t think it will.” The mare found herself comfortable with this claim. Based on the evidence she had seen.
“Huh. Do you know what monsters they're using?"
The hyper mare shook her head. “Haven’t encountered any yet.”
The wolf slowly nodded as the horse started off.
“Well, let me know when you're down for some fun. I'd love to be filled up with you again!"
Amanda smirked, hearing the desire in her friend’s tone. The mare clopped past her friend’s stone circular desk to a vast open area with multiple floors and offices for Indagators. In the middle were multiple floors of recreation. They ranged from gyms to sparring rooms to simple break rooms. Most other branches in the organization had tens of thousands of personnel, while Amanda's department had only a few thousand.
It was a tribute to the danger and lethal nature of her field. Wandering the halls, Amanda recalled her office to be on the fourth floor, number 42. She placed a joke somewhere in there but just couldn't find it at the moment. The mare despised trudging upstairs as they loudly announced her presence.
Each step she took shook the ground. Stairs only made it worse. Hitting the fourth floor, the mare fumbled for her badge. The horse’s growth had displaced it. Next to her office, off to her left, was number 41. Another horsewoman peered out of the door. She had black fur with speckles all across her muzzle. Her cat-like brown eyes lit up as she spotted Amanda.
“Amanda darl’in! You’re huge!”
The dark-furred Indagator swore. She hoped to avoid the company.
“I had a fight.” Her voice was steady and dull.
“What kind of fight makes you a giant, sweetie?!" The mare Amanda spoke to was Novella, an Indagator much like herself. She had a thick southern accent, despite its monotone nature.
“One where I went into a state, and once I was out, found I was growing more rapidly than usual.” Amanda threw her arms into the air, clearly frustrated by the thought.
The other horse studied the giant closely. “You know, darl’in, being huge can have some really great advantages.”
Amanda peered at the speckled horse, closely searching her gaze. Instead, the horse stepped outside, unveiling her body. She was 196cm tall and bore giant, milk-bloated tits and a single equally massive horse-cock currently tucked inside its sheath. The other futa's balls were packed with a pair of testicles, each one larger than a beach ball. The mare wore the same kevlar bodysuit given out to all Indagators.
The giant horse’s sharp hearing quickly picked up on the gurgle and groan the speckled horse’s sexual assets created. Amanda sighed.
“It also has several disadvantages, such as, how the hell am I going to fit anywhere?”
The other horse pondered momentarily, then spoke up. “I see yer point.”
Amanda rolled her eyes and resumed rummaging around inside her cloak for her badge.
“There's no need to be mean to me, sweetness." The speckled mare spoke.
Amanda froze; she'd let her frustration out on her friend. The dark-furred mare breathed out of her mouth again.
“I’m sorry.”
“Ah, no problems here, darl'in." The shorter mare waved her gray furred hands. While she was covered in black fur, her hands and hooves had gray hair.
As Amanda searched for her badge, another spurt hit her. She grew from 600cm to 680cm. Her assets followed suit, still maintaining their colossal ratios despite the mare's height. They sent Amanda stumbling back as their new ground-shaking, wanton desire smacked her upside the head like a metal club. The mare had to quickly rustle control of her suddenly, much stronger heat and rut.
It took the futa horse a good minute as she regained her balance. She was thankful, each and every room within the organization dynamically scaled to the height of its inhabitants.
“Oof," Amanda spoke, feeling the boiling heat of arousal settle down again. Novella, the speckled mare, had removed her bodysuit and thrown it over her shoulder as their turgid horse meat shot upward far above her. It was jammed between her massive tits. She had to crane her neck around to peer past her own cock; it was so thick. Pre-dribbled down its immense length.
The other horse huffed; her voice had gone husky. "That really turns me on, darl'in." In any ordinary world, comments such as the one her friend just made would quickly be met with disgust. But, in Amanda's world, a world with the leviathan-gene. This was an acceptable comment, especially from a person who had it.
The dark-furred mare let out an indignant sigh. “Thanks.” Eventually, Amanda found her badge and swiped it over the interlock. The door unlatched, swinging open. The giant horse paused momentarily.
“You on a mission, darl'in?" The naked mare spoke up.
“Yes.” Amanda quickly responded.
“What’s it about?” The shorter mare tilted her head, still poised around her raging hard-on.
“A drug network.”
“What?!” The horse was shocked. “Ain’t that the police’s job?”
Another sigh. “No, the use of monsters placed it firmly in my court, and no, the problem has not solved itself," Amanda responded, frustrated.
“Well, golly, darl'in could be nicer."
“Sorry. Again.” The giant horse responded.
“Hmph. Got time to blow off some steam, you and me? We gotta keep ourselves relieved. We gots the gene ya know.”
Amanda recalled she’d turned down the wolfess from earlier without hesitation. This time she considered it.
“I already turned down Letha with that offer.”
“Well, that's no problem, sweetie! Can go and get her, and all three of us could go at it."
The mare felt her gargantuan horse-cocks throb with pleasure. Two giant cocks, two giant pussies. She felt her turgid horsemeat grow excited, hot with desire. Amanda shook her head.
“Not right now; need to get working on this mission."
Novella frowned. "I can smell the lie, ya know, despite the smell of my own cock." The speckled mare crossed her arms and rested them on her ginormous tits. “You need relief; heck, we always need relief.” The other mare exaggerated.
The words rang true. But, Amanda still felt her frustration at the uncontrollable growth. She was about to explode on her friend again but quickly stopped herself.
“No. Not today; go talk to Letha. She seemed eager when I talked to her earlier." The giant horse paced inside her office and shut the door behind her. She leaned her back against it, letting out a frustrated breath of air.
“Dammit.”