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It was an exceptionally dark night. The sky was inky black, stars glittered brightly against the dark backdrop. An extraordinarily tall horsewoman, Amanda drove a white, tall Jeep with tank-like suspension through the chilly night. She wore her typical green cloak. Next to her sat an orange foxwoman 180cm in height. She clung to her coat closely as the chilly winds swept through the non-existent windows. Stretched out around them was a large endless plain. The tarmac road was the only guide to civilization.

Underneath the fox's sweater, was six large breasts in three separate rows down her chest. While nothing compared to anthros blessed with the leviathan-gene, they were still substantial. Her clothes obscured her dramatic hour-glass figure with sweeping hips and her nicely rounded, plump rear. The car's radio crackled between the horse and the fox.

"Goooood evening, fine Kansas citizens," The radio voice had a heavy southern accent.

"I hope you've got yerselves a fine night. The lowest temperatures will be fifty-fiah degrees farenheight. But watch that wind; it makes it feel a hell of a lot colder, folks. Mak'in it feel more like thirty-five degrees. Make sure you got your coats on!"

The vulpine switched off the radio.

"Why do you have a car with no windows?"

"It's the only one that'll carry me," Amanda responded. Underneath her cloak emanated a low gurgle, glorp, and groan. As if a highly pressurized kettle was bursting with fluids. It proved a challenge to make out the differences between the ginormous horsewoman and the car.

"Why does it sound like you've got a kettle underneath that cloak?" The foxwoman sounded annoyed. Amanda smirked.

"My four, over-inflated cum tanks I call my balls. Combined with my twin racks and udder."

The foxwoman appeared stunned. "Wha-" She was confused. "want to run that by me again?"

The horsewoman sighed. "My balls, tits, and udder."

The vulpine seemed flabbergasted as she peered at Amanda's body. Her cloak obscured her body from view. She turned away, thankful for the dark night as it hid the reddening of her cheeks.

"You look like a turnip."

"I'm sorry, Amanda, I only just met you at the station four hours ago, and you're telling me these incessant, loud sounds are your-" The fox stuttered.

"Balls, breasts, and udder." She responded.

The fox was taken aback by the Indagator's statement. Quickly, she regained herself from her stupor, brushing herself off.

"Furs just don't go around stating that. Especially to a complete stranger."

"You asked."

A short awkward silence settled between them. Until a detail caught the vulpine's attention.

"Wait, how did you tell my face was red? It's pitch dark out here."

"Indagator senses."

"I guess what they say about you Indagators is real."

"This your first time working with one?"

"Yes."

"How long have you worked at the police department?"

"About a year. This is my first case with one."

Amanda smiled.

The car slowed as the horsewoman turned off at a sign which stated "Elthorpe Farms" It took her onto a dirt road. As the dirt crunched underneath the car, they pulled up to a metal gate with a locked chain across it.

"I thought you said some detectives had already been here."

The fox was confused at the pad-locked gate. "They have."

She quickly jumped out of the Jeep and peered at the lock. She tugged on it to make sure it was real. The car's engine quickly sputtered to a stop. The night was only broken by Amanda's gurgle, glorp, and groan. As she stepped out of the car, its suspension noticeably squished. The fence was clearly built to keep out normal-sized anthros as it was just high enough to tower over them but not high enough for the horse. Amanda stood at eye-level with the barbed wiring. Past it, she spotted more roads.

"There's more road past the fence."

The fox looked through the wire fencing and called out.

"THIS IS ELLSWORTH POLICE DEPARTMENT WE HAVE A WARRANT FOR THE ARREST OF MR. ALEXANDERS!"

No response. The fox shouted again, only to be met with the same silence. She banged on the metal fence in frustration.

"Great, nobody's home."

"Move."

The fox stepped out of the way as the Indagator walked up and kicked in the lock, breaking open the fence with a veritable _slorsh_sound every step she took.

"How did you?" The fox was both confused and stunned at the Indagator's physical prowess. "Those things require bolt-cutters."

"Or a hundred-ton mutated horsewoman." Amanda cracked a smile.

The fox looked between Amanda and the fence. Calmly the Indagator stepped back into the car and turned over the engine.

"Are you coming?"

"Yes!" The fox quickly snapped out of her shock and leaped into the car.

As Amanda took them down the dirt road, the fox spoke up.

"You're a hundred tons?"

"Last I checked. Probably more now."

"More?!" The fox was flabbergasted. "How the hell do you even move around?!"

"Like anyone else."

"Where does all that mass come from?!"

"Overfilled, tits, udder, and balls. Combined with the ginormous sizes of my dicks and pussies. All of which isn't helped by my true height."

The fox quickly fell silent again; she seemingly could not process the new information the obscenely endowed Indagator gave her. As they drove down the road, Amanda's sharp nose picked up on a rancid smell of a dead body. She moved the car closer to it and found an ominous wooden shack all by its lonesome with a recently used ax. The Indagator made out the faint smell of blood from the ax.

"I think we should see what's inside."

"Well, Amanda, might I remind you this is my case, so I'll make the calls." The fox detective spoke up with a fussy voice.

The horse shrugged.

"Doesn't matter whose case it is."

The fox sighed and stepped out of the car.

"Anyone home?!" She yelled at the front door. There was no response.

"This is Angela from Ellsworth Police Department, and I'm heading in."

Amanda watched the fox enter the residence. The shack seemed off, out by itself with no one around. Yet a recently used ax laid against it. Worried for the fox, Amanda went around the car's back, pulled out a sheathed blade, and followed the fox inside. She had to crouch low to enter the residence. Clearly not meant for furs of her stature. Her first hoof-step inside had the wood flooring crushed with a loud Crack!

She swore.

"Uh, Amanda, I think you might want to see this." The fox called out. Amanda followed the fox's voice stooped over. If not for her cloak, there would be no way she could fit inside the house. Each step punched holes through the flooring, followed by a loud _glorsh._Her immense nutsack rested on the floor as she was a few centimeters lower due to the pits. She was thankful for their thickened bottom, making it hard for splinters to pierce.

The ridiculously endowed Indagator entered the living room to find a dead body lying against a chair. It was a male bull-morph with his gut cut open.

"I've seen bodies in worse conditions," Amanda stated, unimpressed.

"How did this happen?" The fox inquired.

"You're the detective on the case, you tell me." She crossed her arms, something made possible due to the cloak.

Amanda watched the fox holster her pistol and take the flashlight to examine the body. As she watched the fox, her uncanny senses picked up on heavy footsteps approaching the abandoned shack.

"Angela!" The horsewoman whispered.

The fox paid her no mind. The Indagator slowly drew her blade and held the scabbard in her other hand. "Angela!" She whispered angrily. Soon the door was kicked open. Angela perked up, her ears locking onto the sudden noises. There was a slow metallic grind as if someone dragged a piece of metal across the wood flooring, causing the Indagator to flinch. As her hypersensitive hearing was overwhelmed by the loud noises so close in proximity.

"Holy shit!" The fox yelped in surprise.

Amanda, slowed by the holes she created, did her best to get to the fox. Just as she rounded the corner, she spotted the fox to have fumbled and panicked when she pulled out her gun, dropping it. The attacker swung his ax; the fox narrowly avoided his attack and landed on the floor with a loud thump. The Indagator immediately noticed a few odd details of the attacker. He was a rabbit-morph. His fur was ragged, and Amanda could see pieces of skin hanging off him. His eyes seemed dead, his body controlled by something.

"Amanda! Do something!" The fox yelled out in fear. The zombie-like anthro stumbled over to her. She swept him off his feet with her scabbard and stabbed him. Amanda noted a clear fluid spilling out of the wound. _That's not blood._The anthro didn't seem to care as he got back up and reached for his ax. He clumsily swung the ax with unnatural slowness. With ease, the Indagator quickly knocked the ax aside and chopped off his head. The anthro swayed for a moment then collapsed on the floor.

The runic lettering on her blade glowed. _Something's strange about that anthro._She wanted to take a closer look at the corpse. Under any normal circumstances, Amanda could crouch down to a limited degree. But, with her hooves buried in the flooring and her gigantic, drum-tight nutsack resting on the floor already. Crouching down was virtually impossible unless she used her quad-testes to break through the flooring.

Effortlessly, she settled on crushing the floor beneath her ginormous, ludicrously heavy ballsack. With a groan, the floorboard gave way, splintering beneath her creating a gigantic crater beneath her cloak. She was able to crouch down low enough to rest on her sack again to take a closer look at the body.

"What the HELL was that?!" The fox yelled, terrified. "And what the hell was that sound?!"

Amanda grunted in response.

"Amanda!" The fox demanded.

She sighed. "That," she motioned to the body she currently examined. "Is something I did not expect to see here. And that sound was me crushing the floorboards beneath me."

"It sounded more like you collapsed the whole damn floor!" The fox was frustrated and on edge.

Slowly, out of curiosity, the fox inched her way forward toward the decapitated corpse.

"Wait, this doesn't seem like blood." The fox keenly noted the seemingly old, clear fluid on the ground.

"It's because it's not," Amanda responded as she poked and prodded the corpse.

"That's blood plasma."

Amanda nodded in agreement. Tracing down to the anthro's legs, Amanda saw them unnaturally swollen.

"Do you have a knife?" The Indagator asked.

"No, but we're in a house with a kitchen; I'll get one from there." The fox grabbed the first kitchen knife she spotted and brought it over.

"Thanks." The horsewoman made an incision at the anthro's ankle. A thick, dried, dirty red fluid seeped down. By the smell, Amanda could tell the blood was a few days old.

"This anthro must've died a few days ago."

"Based off the congealed blood and separated plasma?"

"Yep," Amanda affirmed. The fox was now stooped over the corpse with her.

"Where's its head?"

"Over there." Amanda motioned to the corpse's head not too far away from her.

The fox grabbed the head and examined it. "His fur is unusually long. I can also see some bone."

"Might need to have someone examine the body," Amanda stated.

The fox sighed. "I would call for someone to do so, but I have no signal whatsoever."

"What about satellite signal?"

"Don't have it; soon as we entered this place, it's as if everything was suddenly blocked."

"Hmph," Amanda grunted, then stood up as far she could. "My badge started to vibrate soon as we approached the fence."

"What's that mean?" The fox asked, confused by the statement.

"It means magic or monsters nearby."

"Wow, wish I had a fancy badge like that."

Amanda let out a light chuckle at the fox's statement. "Then become an Indagator."

"Hell no. Isn't your field rated as the most lethal in the world?"

"Yep." She smiled. "I'm getting tired of crouching over. I'll be outside. Can you bring the body? I would, but it's hard to move in here."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Ya damn giant."

Outside, the horsewoman stood up with her back straight again, thankful to be out of the cramped quarters. The fox followed after her dragging the body and carrying the head.

"Here. Catch." She tossed the head to Amanda. She deftly caught it.

"How'd you leave that huge crater on the floor? The shape of it made it seem like you carried a giant, super-heavy ball with an odd shape."

"Asking me that again?" Amanda had mentioned earlier about the sounds she made. "I've already told you." She stated, slightly annoyed.

The fox stopped for a moment then looked at Amanda's cloaked figure. "Look, I'm sorry, I can't believe you until you show me. Since if the size of that crater in the flooring is anything to go off of, it would mean you're easily larger than most other anthros with the leviathan gene. And they're already absolutely ENORMOUS in size."

Amanda sighed again, annoyed. "Fine."

Quickly Amanda undid the clasps of her cloak and threw it over her shoulder. The fox's jaw dropped in shock and awe. Amanda stood at 285cm in height, with a set of four tits, more extensive than most national monuments. Each was accompanied by a ridiculously long, thick nipple obscene in its own right. To add to her impossible assets, below her breasts was an udder even large than her breasts. Both of which were extraordinarily tight filled to the brim with milk.

Further below, her groin contained two colossal sheaths of similar monumental sizes as her breasts and udder. The only difference being, she knew her horsecocks, when only at twelfth mast towered over the Eiffel tower in length. Meanwhile, they were ridiculously thick, making them like a skyscraper.

Adding more to the Indagators obscene assets was a drum-tight nutsack so large, it was more prominent than the world's largest pool. Outlined on her sack were her four tremendous testes. Then finally, to finish it all off, Amanda had two obscenely pumped and obscenely sized horse-pussies, just beneath her donut-like tail-hole. They were situated between her two bubbly asscheeks.

Attached to all of them, except her tail-hole was low-profile suction cups, always filled to the brim with fluids. The pump they were attached to made a faint humming sound. Despite this, it was quickly drowned out by the sheer lurch, groan, and gurgle her breasts, udder, and balls made.

"Holy shit."