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Amanda found herself adrift in a dream. She found herself standing in a long hallway with her sword out. Alarms blared as the hallway was lit up by red flashing lights. The walls were bleached white and the tile flooring was kept in pristine condition. Uncontrollable rage and anger dominated her thoughts as she watched a man of average height, dressed in a white lab coat, flee-past some doors. Following the man, she kicked the doors wide open. The man was frantically rummaging through scattered papers on many long, lab counters. The light bounced off the white color of the lab, making it appear brighter than it was. Her head almost reached the ceiling. Amanda glared at the man in anger and rage, displaying not a single drop of remorse. Sweat beaded down his face, his hair was a mess. He shook like a leaf, terrified of the twenty metric ton horse-woman in front of him. Fumbling his lab coat, he pulled out a black M1911 and fired at the woman missing every shot. She bounded toward the man, gripped him by his throat, and slammed him against the wall at eye-level with her.

"Where are the test subjects?!" She yelled.

"I-" The man fumbled his words, the imposing horse-woman robbing him of speech and thought. "-I don't know!" He yelled in response and began to weep in fear.

Amanda tossed him aside.

"DON'T BULLSHIT ME YOU DISGUSTING WASTE OF LIFE! YOU DAMN WELL BETTER KNOW OR IT'LL BE YOUR BLOOD SPATTERED AGAINST THE FUCKING WALLS!"

"I'm- I'm sorry Amanda but they refused to tell me!" He yelled in desperation.

"YOU SON OF A-" more gunshots rang out in the lab. Amanda felt several sharp pangs of pain erupt in her side as she was shot. She turned her gaze at another man which had entered the lab, he held a smoking gun. She pulled her lips back the best she could into a snarl and began to run at the man. Firing his last shot, Amanda pirouettes around the bullet lopping his head off with her blade. Moments later she spots the man in the lab coat grasping some papers and rushing outside. As she steps outside, she discovers herself to be too tall to utilize the staircase and can only watch the man quickly run away.

Her dream quickly faded away and she found herself laying on the ground, rain pouring down onto her. The man's voice souAmanda found herself adrift in a dream. She found herself standing in a long hallway with her sword out. Alarms blared as the hallway was lit up by red flashing lights. The walls were bleached white and the tile flooring was kept in pristine condition. Uncontrollable rage and anger dominated her thoughts as she watched a man of average height, dressed in a white lab coat, flee-past some doors. Following the man, she kicked the doors wide open. The man was frantically rummaging through scattered papers on many long, lab counters. The light bounced off the white color of the lab, making it appear brighter than it was. Her head almost reached the ceiling. Amanda glared at the man in anger and rage, displaying not a single drop of remorse. Sweat beaded down his face, his hair was a mess. He shook like a leaf, terrified of the twenty metric ton horse-woman in front of him. Fumbling his lab coat, he pulled out a black M1911 and fired at the woman missing every shot. She bounded toward the man, gripped him by his throat, and slammed him against the wall at eye-level with her.

"Where are the test subjects?!" She yelled.

"I-" The man fumbled his words, the imposing horse-woman robbing him of speech and thought. "-I don't know!" He yelled in response and began to weep in fear.

Amanda tossed him aside.

"DON'T BULLSHIT nded familiar.

As she stood up and leaned against the wall, she's reminded of her intense exhaustion. The wall, cracked and fell apart under her weight as she nearly toppled over.

The wolf-girl stood by her parents' spirits as they laid on the ground. The two ghostly spirits stirred and rolled over.

"Mummy! Daddy!" The ghostly wolf-girl leaped at her mother as her dad hugged her from behind.

"I thought I lost you." The girl sniffled in the mother's arms.

"We'd never lose you, sweetie." The father spoke up. "What happened?"

"You became all mean and attacked my friend." She motioned to Amanda. "But she bravely stood her ground and made you all nice again."

"Ah. I suppose I should be thanking you Indagator." The father calmly stated. "Is there any way we can return the favor?"

"No."

"All right, thank you again Indagator." The father looked at his family. "Let's move on to our next life." He smiled and the family slowly faded away.

Amanda felt warm and fuzzy inside. She was happy and embarrassed glad to have protected innocence. She is reminded of why she loves her job. Regaining her composure she peered down at her cloak.

"This is getting too warm." Removing the clasp she unveiled herself for the first time. She wore, a black kevlar bodysuit with titanium plating covering critical areas. Slung over her left shoulder was a rifle half her height in length. On her back were her sword scabbard and a metal rack containing five large shells. Holstered on her excessively wide hips, was a pair of large, semi-automatic pistols.

Her body displayed just how ridiculous the leviathan gene truly is. Upon her chest heaved four colossal breasts in two separate rows. Sloshing and churning inside her beasts, they struggled to contain several seas worth of breast milk. They would drag across the ground had they not been capable of holding their weight. Her ridiculously large, puffy nipples poked out soaking the front of her bodysuit in milk. Below her stomach, she had a mammoth, pink cow udder, larger than her tits, soaking the front as well, packed with milk. Between her thick, toned thighs, swung two bus-sized, sheathed equine cocks. They were parallel and would easily quadruple her height in length boasting a fat girth, had they been erect. They left a large wet mark of pre and sperm on her bodysuit. Below her cocks swung four, elephantine testes, gurgling, groaning, and lurching packed with an ever-increasing ocean of cum. They barely gave her any ground clearance. Situated behind her sack, she had two large, puffy, equine vaginas, perpetually leaking, soaking her bodysuit. Their ridiculous camel toe can be easily seen. She felt a continuous, never-ending heat and rut burning in her loins, breasts, and udder. Absorption pads were pressed against every sexual organ. They absorbed enough of her fluids such that, it would take the whole day to fill her bodysuit.

Amanda felt her sack, lurch, and churn, and her cock make a fresh spurt of pre and semen against the absorption pad. Her sack slowly increased in size. Her breasts and udder quickly followed suit. She swore. If she couldn't end this situation quickly her breasts, udder, and sack would inflate and render herself useless in battle. She needed to milk herself five more times before the night's end. Grasping her sword again she moves further into the Asylum to find the spirits which had previously been non-lethal attacking her now. They all had the same dead, empty look, the wolf family previously had after the doctor had done, whatever it was. Thinking of the family again, she swore at herself. Amanda felt obligated to use the cleansing palm again and help these spirits after she had seen what it was capable of. But she recalled her feeling of intense exhaustion.

"Fuck it." She mumbled.