Chapter 6 - Westdon Suppliers
Story by Gandoof on SoFurry
Amanda makes a call to Westdon Suppliers. As she inquires about LNV she finds herself quickly blocked. With nothing else to do she decides to go the HQ herself.
“Hello? Westdon Suppliers, Angie speaking.”
“Greetings, I want to inquire about a client in Brazil," Amanda spoke on her phone.
“I'm sorry, but we're not allowed to give out information about our clients."
“I’m an Indagator calling from the Nostrum Organization.”
There was a brief pause. "Uh, I'm sorry, ma'am, but I cannot believe that. Do you have your number, perhaps so we can verify?"
“Yes.” The mare retrieved her badge from her bodysuit. “It’s 69420666.”
“Ah. You must be Amanda.” The person on the other side of the phone responded.
“Yes.” Amanda guessed they used the public access portal.
“Very well; which client would you like to inquire about?"
Amanda stopped. She realized she had no clue who the client was.
“Do you have anyone by the name of LNV?” She made a wild guess.
“Let's see here." Amanda waited a few moments and heard the other line gasp.
“I'm sorry, but I can't help you." The receptionist quickly responded.
“Why?” Amanda calmly asked.
“It’s against our company policy.” Click. The line suddenly fell silent.
The mare peered at her cellphone in disbelief. Amanda re-dialed the number and was answered by the same receptionist.
“Hello? Westdon Suppliers, Angie speaking.”
“I’m here to inquire about a client related to someone named LNV?” Amanda annoyingly inquired.
“I'm sorry, ma'am, but who are you?"
“I was the Indagator that called not a minute ago.” Amanda’s voice began to harden.
Click. The receptionist hung up again.
Amanda, frustrated again, peered at her phone. What the fuck? She thought. The mare called once more.
“Hello? West-”
“I need information on a client related to LNV.” The mare quickly interrupted.
Click.
The mare swore angrily and set her laptop aside. She then paced to her closet only to be reminded of her current issue. The mare cussed again, calling the armory.
“Nostrum Organization armory, how can I help you?”
“Is the magical bracelet stable?” Amanda was careful to keep her tone controlled.
“Amanda?” The receptionist carefully asked.
“Yes.”
“Ah. Well, the bracelet is not at all stable."
“Fuck.” Amanda’s frustrations boiled. “I’m going to have to go in naked then.”
“That appears to be the case. We can still tune your cloak, though.”
“Fine. I’ll be down in the armory in five.” The mare quickly hung up the phone and put all her gear back on. Moments later, she was in the armory naked as they tuned her cloak. By the time she got it back, the mare had already attracted the attention of a small group. Twenty minutes later, she found herself in Brazil using her car’s GPS to navigate to Westdon Suppliers. By the time she arrived, the mare was seething with rage.
“I want information on a client of yours.” Amanda approached the receptionist.
“Uh, I'm sorry, ma'am, but-"
Amanda slammed her badge on the receptionist’s counter. “I don’t give a shit.”
The receptionist withdrew.
“Ahem. Sorry, Indagator. What client would you like information on?"
“The one with LNV.”
The receptionist’s eyes shot wide. “I, uh…” Amanda maintained eye contact as the receptionist searched for an excuse. “Need to verify your badge; it might take some time." The receptionist took her badge and disappeared behind the door. The mare would slam her fist on the desk but found herself too tall for that now. Instead, she clutched her hands, frustrated. Thirty minutes later, Amanda grew upset.
“I’m tired of your bullshit! Give me my damn badge, and I'll find another way to get information!"
The receptionist. Meekly stepped out and handed Amanda her badge. "I'm sorry, ma'am, we couldn't verify your badge.
“That's a load of horseshit, and you know it." The mare took her frustration out on the receptionist.
“Sorry.” The receptionist bowed before returning to their work.
The mare stepped away from the desk and brainstormed other ideas for the next few minutes. During this process, the mare felt a familiar warmth, and the next thing the mare knew, their height shot from 680cm to 780cm, with the rest of the horse's body following suit. Soon, the horse reckoned their drippy milking cups would be woefully undersized for their asset's newfound sizes. The mare considered returning to the organization as they began to drip more rapidly. It wasn't until their sharp hearing picked up on a conversation did the mare decide against it.
“Ah. Renald, I heard you’re a manager now.” It was a conversation between a human and a parrot anthro.
“I certainly am!” The parrot gleefully responded.
As the parrot walked past the mare, she stopped him and showed her badge. "I want you to tell me about a client related to LNV.”
The parrot’s eyes grew wide as he looked at the receptionist. The collie-anthro shook her head. The parrot looked up at the big mare and swallowed.
“I guess there was no hiding it.”
“Damn straight," Amanda affirmed.
He let out a sigh. “Follow me.” The parrot leads the mare into his office. Amanda took special care when she bent over to fit through the door. Her cloak only hid her assets from the outside, not their increasingly drippy nature.
“I apologize for the receptionist and my office space being too small.”
Amanda grumbled and stooped over.
“I would offer you a seat. But I think you’d destroy my chairs.” The parrot calmly stated, slightly amused.
“Cut the crap; why has your company gone so far as to stop answering my calls and deliberately made it harder to get information?" The mare’s tone expressed her discomfort as she was increasingly worried about flooding the building.
The parrot sighed. "To start, we had no clue we were supplying weapons to a cartel. As the client who ordered it proved, he was a legit business selling guns and ammo."
“Uh-huh.” Amanda sarcastically answered.
“It's the truth, I swear it."
“We’ll see about that.” She paused. “Who is LNV?”
“We don’t know Indagator. They asked we keep their name out of the books and deliver their weapons to a cave somewhere in the Amazon rainforest."
“Weren’t you suspicious a client wanted weapons shipped to a cave in the jungle?”
“We were and refused at first. It wasn't until the last orders came from the higher-ups we were to comply with the client's request."
“So you refused at first, but then someone higher up in the company ordered it to happen anyway?" Amanda quizzically raised her brow. She became increasingly aware as the drip, drip, drip of her milking cups grew to a more steady stream. The mare knew she needed to vacate the premises soon.
“Yes, ma'am."
The horse sighed. “I’m not going to press charges on you, as the charges are in the jurisdiction of the normal police. But, I will require you to write me a report on any dealings with this LNV and send it to me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Indagator. What e-mail should I send it to?"
Amanda gave the parrot the e-mail on her badge.
“Got it, ma'am. Have a nice day; sorry again for any inconveniences we caused you."
“Hmph," Amanda grunted in response and quickly left. Her milking cups began to leak small waterfalls, leaving behind a soaking trail of pre and milk. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Amanda rapidly thought to herself. Worried at any moment, her cups would burst, and there would be global flood. Driving back to her organization, the mare left her car seats soused.
By the time she got back, the mare’s milking cups had begun to leak in more pressurized waterfalls, and the sounds could be more clearly heard. She rushed to the specialty-equipment department.
“I need new milking cups now. My everything has grown so damn large it’s reached a new epoch of production. I need new milking cups now; otherwise, Noah’s going to need to build another ark."
“Ah. You must be Amanda.” The Tanuki behind the counter responded. “No worries, we got a room for you. It’ll take us a few days to make proper milking cups for you.”
The mare let out a breath of relief. “Fine.”
“Now, if you please, follow me.”
The mare followed the Tanuki. They lead her to a room, much like her office. In fact, Amanda could tell without a mistake it was her office. Of course, they designed my office like this. She thought as she stared at the familiar drainage grate on her floor. Never want it to resort to this. With that, the mare hung up her equipment and watched her cups finally shatter. Hyper-pressurized jets of milk and pre roared out of her like a cannon battery.
The sounds deafened her. There’s no way I’m going home tonight. With that thought, the mare peered around her distorted office and found a marble slab above the ocean of fluids. It held a mattress. Guess they expected that. The mare thought as she peered at the bed, climbed inside, and fell asleep to the roar of her genitals.