Chapter 12 - Blood in the Warehouse
Amanda, trying to find a way to peacefully resolve this illegal mutagen trade. Tries to appeal to each gang. They both give her directions to a warehouse.
I really don't like how I was afraid to upload my stories. Not because of anything violent mind you. But because I thought it was simply trash. I've read a lot of other, much better written erotica. And got into this spiral of comparing my writing to them. This was not a wise decision. But, the reason I devolved into this spiral is because, whenever I upload these stories. It feels like I'm screaming into the void. Literally no one says anything, tells me what part they liked, what parts they didn't. No one ever says literally anything. So how the heck am I supposed to know what was good and what was not? I like to be constantly self-improving.
I considered creating some sort of Discord server where people can gather and talk about my content. But the problem with this is, I really don't want to manage or mod a Discord server.
Protector
by capta
So far…
Amanda arranged a meeting between the Warrior Queens and the Matriarchy of blood. They agree to meet on neutral grounds. At the discussion, Amanda talked to them. To halt the illegal mutagen trade. But the hatred between the two gangs was high. A fight breaks out. The discussion quickly devolves. Craig’s men are killed. Amanda is wholly unprepared. They flee the fight.
Chapter 12 – Blood in the Warehouse
Amanda wanted to pace Craig’s office. But she was too big. Instead, she simply stood in place and tapped her hoof.
“Well. That was a load of applesauce,” Craig stated. Seated behind his desk. “What’s the next plan, Indagator?”
Amanda held her hand up to her muzzle. She stared at a random spot on the floor, thinking. Bribery? No. Stupid. Overpower? No. I want to solve this peacefully. Find some dirt? No. Silly. She stopped. Her eyes lit up.
“Appease them.” She calmly stated.
Craig blinked, “Excuse me?” His tone baffled.
“What if we gave them what they wanted?”
“You’re goofy.”
“Listen. If I find out what they want and give it to them. Maybe they’ll stop selling Liquid Amazon.”
“What, pray tell, might gangs want?”
Amanda shrugged, “Not sure. But I can find out.”
Craig sighed, “Indagator. We’re dealing with dope peddlers. There’s nothing we can give them that’ll stop them.”
“How do you know without asking?”
Craig sat forward. “Because Indagator, I’ve worked this field long enough to know gangs only care about clams and who they can shake down to get more.”
“I want to try this first,” Amanda responded.
Craig sighed, his breath long. “Oh, the folly of youth,” he chuckled. “Fine. Give it a go. I’ll help where I can,” he motioned to the door. “Good Luck.”
Amanda set off to the Warrior Queens speakeasy. She knocked on the door. A slit opened, and a pair of eyes stared her down. The door creaked open. A giant amazonian rabbit-anthro stood in the doorway. Her breasts creaked against her dress. While her enormous bulge spanned the doorway. A distinctive, humongous rod. Atop the massive contour of her scrotum.
“What do you want?”
“I want to know what you want. So you can stop selling Liquid Amazon.”
The rabbit-anthro scoffed but paused. “Give me a minute.”
The door shut, and Amanda waited. It creaked open. Marie stood in the doorway.
“Eliminate the Matriarchy of Blood. That’s what we want.”
Amanda sighed, “Is there something else I can do?”
Marie cocked her head. She smiled, “If you insist on not eliminating the Matriarchy, perhaps you’ll eliminate a warehouse. Where crates of Liquid Amazon sit.”
Amanda’s ears twitched.
Another amazon handed Marie a slip of paper. She gave it to the mare. “The location is on the paper. Head to the warehouse. Destroy the product. Then come back when the job’s done.”
Amanda tucked the paper into her pocket. “Understood.”
“Good. Don’t fail us.”
The door closed. Amanda sighed. She didn’t trust the request. But if it avoided conflict with the Matriarchy. She’d take it. The horse went to the Matriarchy of Blood speakeasy. She knocked. The door opened. The amazon guarding the door was a human. Amanda asked the same question. They returned with Martha.
“There’s a warehouse where crates of Liquid Amazon sit.”
Amanda tilted her head, suspicious.
“What? Not a job for you?”
“N-no. I’ll take it.”
“Good.”
Another amazon handed her a slip of paper. Amanda put it away. Back at her hotel. She sat on the bed. And compared the instructions. The directions were clear. She found the supposed warehouses drawn on the map. Both slips of paper led to distinct warehouses. Still, the coincidence of the jobs nagged her. Why did I get the same job from both? Something was off. But she couldn’t put a finger on it. She winced. Her breasts and testes rumbled ominously. A trip to the milker later. Her endowments rumbled less. And weighed less.
She got ready for the first warehouse. A long walk later, she arrived. Amanda scouted the perimeter. She found giant amazons. Akin to the gangs. The hell? What’s going on here? She deigned to ask, but stopped. This might be my only chance to resolve this drug trade peacefully. The last word, peacefully stuck in her mind. She was about to clear the warehouse. The Indagator knew it wouldn’t be peaceful. Given the guards outside. And the nature of the gangs. She sighed.
Doing this might bring more options for peace. It’s the lesser of two evils. She cut herself off. Damn it. If I had to pick between two evils. I would rather not pick at all. She sighed. I don’t have any other options to resolve this. Amanda drew her pistol. With her free hand she pulled a potion labeled Indagator off her bandolier. She drank it and shuddered. Her face contorted, then she exhaled. Her eyes turned a solid green. Everything sharper, slower.
A plethora of sensations found her. The churn and warble of her testes. The gurgle and pump of her breasts. Her nerves tingled. She leveled her pistol and pulled the trigger. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Bullets whizzed out of her pistol at extreme speeds. Blood spurted from an amazon’s head. Followed by a thud. The second amazon moved. Too slow. A bullet pierced her skull. Then chest. Amanda walked up to the entrance. Kicked open the doors. Amazons already rushed her. Their faces slowly changed from shock to fear. Once their eyes found hers.
Amanda didn’t let it last. Afraid of what she’d find. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Four more bullets sped out of her oversized pistol. A wave of heat, followed by a shockwave, rippled over her. Her hair waved. More blood spurted. More sickening thuds. Like a bolt of lightning. She swapped her pistol for her steel sword. Amazons ran at her. The first fist moved like syrup. She flicked her blade. An arm fell off. Followed by a head. She twisted around an attack with ease. Her hand shot out. A massive shockwave displaced the air. Knocked down the amazons. The force jolted her arm. A blade plunged into her side.
An annoying sting. Her wrist twisted. Lopped off the offending arm. Then, they decapitated the amazon. She pirouetted around a blow. Her sword twitched. Another arm fell. Followed by a leg. Finished with a head. Bullets whizzed past her. They moved slowly. A handful found their mark. Her endowments are simply humongous. Tiny pinpricks of pain flared. She drew her pistol in a flash. And sent oversized bullets downrange. She sidestepped an amazon’s attack. Removed her head. Only to step into another knife. The process repeated. Thump! Thud! Followed by another, then another.
She moved, swift and deft, unerringly so. Each blow precise. Designed for maximum damage and minimum effort. Arteries sprayed. Limbs fell. She danced. An elegant, efficient dance of death. The last head rolled. Her potion wore off. All the damage she accumulated reared its ugly head. She collapsed to a knee. Blood seeped from every wound. Her vision grew dizzy. She ripped another potion off her bandolier. Its label read Vita Dans. She popped it open and knocked it back. Her blood boiled. Her breathing is shallow. Bullets clattered to the ground. Her wounds rapidly healed.
Amanda gritted her teeth and shook, with a slow, steady breath. Her pain faded. Her vision returned. She stood up with a slosh. And looked at the damage. A trail of maimed bodies followed her. Blood stained the ground in small pools. Her gaze wandered to the catwalks above. Amazons lay limp against the railing. Instinctively, magazines clattered to the floor. She reloaded her pistols. Then sheathed her sword with a flourish. Towers of crates filled the warehouse. She investigated an open crate and found vials of blue, viscous liquid. She opened one and sniffed. Immediately, she recognized the smell of Liquid Amazon.
“NYPD! STEP OUT OF THE WAREHOUSE!”
A police officer shouted. Amanda grabbed her badge and held it up. The police froze, then breathed, relieved.
“Lower your weapons!”
A figure Amanda recognized approached her.
“Officer Craig.”
“Indagator.” He walked around her. His gaze found the dead amazons, “How many did you kill?”
Amanda shrugged.
Craig shook his head. “I presume from the blood staining your armor that the warehouse is clear.”
Amanda nodded.
“Oh, the good Lord. Who art in heaven…” He prayed when he stepped inside the warehouse. “So many bodies,” he muttered. His gaze shifted to the towers of crates, “Do those have Liquid Amazon?”
The mare nodded again.
Craig whistled, impressed. The rest of his men had already spread out. “This is big. That’s an incredible amount.”
“I’ve got another warehouse to hit.”
Craig looked at the Indagator, bewildered. “You’re kidding?” he shook his head. “All right, I’ll see what I can do here and ask questions afterward.”
Amanda nodded.
The second warehouse was a repeat of the first. When the mare drank another vial of Vita Dans, she ground her teeth. Desperate not to scream. Her eyes closed tight. Tears streamed down her muzzle, her breathing shaky. She shuddered, then exhaled. The potions effects wore off.
“So,” Craig was there again. “Tell me how this works for your appeasement strategy.”
Amanda sighed, “I talked to each gang. They asked me to clear a warehouse stockpiling Liquid Amazon.”
“Both of them?” Craig asked, confused.
Amanda nodded.
“Suspicious, is it not?”
“Very,” the mare confirmed.
“Then why did you do it?”
“Because they didn’t give me any other options.”
“Baloney. What did you ask and/or tell them?”
“I asked what I could do to get them to stop selling and making Liquid Amazon.”
“What were your exact words, Indagator?”
Amanda breathed, “I want to know what you want. So you can stop selling Liquid Amazon.”
Craig shifted his head, side-to-side, thinking. “They told you to clear warehouses?”
“Not at first. They want me to kill the other gang.”
“Of course, why wouldn’t they?” Craig shook his head, “The warehouse job was after you refused the first job?”
Amanda nodded.
“When you said they didn’t give you options. You left out that they only gave you two options. Doesn’t really sound like you really pushed them for more options.”
Amanda opened her mouth to object, but said nothing.
“I figured as much. Too late to fix things now. What’s next, dame?”
“I’m going to report my success.”
Craig nodded, “All right. We’ll seize these warehouses. Let me know if this actually works.”
“I will.” She left.
“Excellent work, Indagator. We’ll check the damage tomorrow.” Marie smiled.
“You’ll stop selling Liquid Amazon then?”
“Not until after we inspect,” the door slammed shut.
Amanda sighed and reported to the Matriarchy. They gave her an approving nod. Before the Indagator returned to her hotel room. She emptied her endowments. Then went to sleep.