Chapter 4 - The Doctor's Assistant
#4 of The Haunted Asylum
The shattered windows of the asylum were briefly illuminated by flashes of light. Inside, an incredibly tall horsewoman with monumental, leaky endowments, pirouetted around crazed spirits. She gripped the spirits by their heads and blasted them back with her palm. They shook the crumbling walls from their impacts and promptly vanished. She felt the slow churn and gurgle of her sexual fluids. Her quartet of hideously swollen balls, grew in size, followed by her body-overshadowing breasts and udder. More fluids poured out of her organs pooling at the bottom of her suit. Soon she would have to replace the absorption pads pressed against her body to stem the ever-increasing ocean of fluids pouring out.
A spirit leaped at her, the colossal horse-woman spun around and blasted it in the back with the cleansing palm. She silently thanked herself for wearing a bodysuit. While it made it easy for her fluids to build up. It kept her immense organs from swinging out throwing her off-balance. The spirit landed on the ground with a solid thump and disappeared. Having blasted her way through several enemies Amanda was spent. She panted heavily and leaned against a wall. It groaned in protest against her immense weight. The hallway she stood in lead her to a large room with a high ceiling, there was more clearance for her ridiculous height.
The room was lined with several rows of old, broken, decayed beds. Hoof steps echoed off the tile flooring and ricocheted across the walls. The cold, damp interior made Amanda thankful to be covered in fur. The stale air was filled with dust, slowly collected atop the furniture in the room. A single spirit crouched down low in ball softly giggled to himself.
"Hee, hee, hee, you've gotten bigger."
The horse-woman readied herself for an attack.
"Oh come on, is that how you greet old friends?" The ghost stood up and turned around. He wore a tattered lab coat, his eyes were crazed, his hair a mess, in his right hand he gripped his own head as if he was holding a lantern.
"YOU CUT MY HEAD OFF!"
Within a blink, the man charged Amanda. Instinctively she spun around the man avoiding his attack. Another lurch, churn, and gurgle, and Amanda felt her sexual organs expand outward. More fluids pooled in her bodysuit, as the ocean of fluids within her began leaking more akin to a fast-moving river.
"Shit." She swore.
"Ah, the mighty leviathan gene, gifted to the very special." The man paced the room. "So little is known about it."
More gurgling, Amanda's organs continued to double their efforts to produce fluids. They began to grow out much quicker, straining her bodysuit, already pushed to its limits, the titanium plates, placed in critical spots along her body creaked. She needed to get to the bottom of these ghosts quicker.
"How much time do you have left? Before you are overwhelmed by your own body? Ten, fifteen, minutes?"
The horse-woman narrowed her slitted eyes. "You better tell me what's going on with these ghosts before I end you."
The headless man chuckled. "Oh I will, but first, do you know who I am?" He stood in front of Amanda letting her take a closer look. She recalled the man she had decapitated in her daydream.
"You're-"
"Elliot Sanders assistant of doctor Lionthorn Webers." The ghost interrupted and gave her a curt bow.
Amanda drew her lips back into a snarl as anger, once forgotten began to make itself anew.
"You should be dead!" She yelled.
"Well." He paused. "I was, but the doctor found a way for me to come back."
"How?! I killed the doctor as well!"
"It appears you didn't kill him well enough." The ghost smirked.
The horse-woman lunged at the ghost, only to find her hooves rooted to the ground by white wispy tendrils.
"Nuh-uh Amanda, I haven't finished with our conversation." A sinful smile broke out across his face. "I want to talk about the day you invaded our lab."
"How about you get over here so I can cut it into you!"
"How brash." The ghost retorted and cleared his throat. "That fateful day the doctor and I were onto a discovery of a lifetime. From our earlier research, we had learned everything contained some sort of spirit and that spirits were a form of energy. So we wondered, was there a way to harness this energy? Well, before we could get that answer you showed up and killed me and later, the doctor."
The hyper-sized horse-woman struggled to break her hooves free.
"I thought it was all over until I found myself brought back as a spirit. I was confused at first and set out to findanswers. This is when I came across the doctor and discovered how his spirit had brought me back."
Amanda carefully sheathed her sword and readied her oversized pistols.
"Together, the doctor and I had decided to finish our research. We found this abandoned asylum already riddled with spirits and decided to make use of it."
"You experimented on these ghosts?" The horse-woman asked through clenched teeth.
"Yes, we did, and might I say, the things we learned..."
A wind, no less noticeable than a mouse skittering through the darkness, gradually built up speed and power. It began to swirl around the assistant's spirit.
"Allow me to show you what our research uncovered!"
The wind whipped through the Indagator's braided, dark-red hair, the spirit before her was completely concealed in a white, foggy tornado. She felt her hooves freed and stepped away from the tornado. As abruptly as it had started the tornado stopped. Unveiled before her was a tall, lanky creature. It had pale skin and walked on two legs. It seemed to be hunched over holding its arms close to its body. Its head appeared more ovular in shape. It had black eyes and a wide toothy smile.
"You look horrendous."
The creature screeched and jumped at her. With deft reflexes, she'd barely managed to avoid the monster's incoming attack. Within a fraction of a second, it reversed direction, running at her again. Barely managing to avoid the attack, Amanda found an opening and blasted the creature with her pistols. Several large, oversized bullets whizzed by the creature as it side-stepped all of them approaching her. It swiped with its claws, the Indagator back-flipped through the air.
The creature continued its unrelenting attack. It was faster than anything she'd fought before. Despite this, she displayed frightening skill and speed, her Indagtor mutations played their role, giving her unbelievable superhuman abilities. She punched a hole through her enemy and moved faster than the blink of an eye. Her training also played its own crucial role. She avoided and struck with stunning precision and accuracy. Pirouetting, around her enemy, and back-flipping through the air. Only targeting vital points on her target. She severed arteries and blasted crucial muscle tissues. Within mere microseconds, she switched between her pistols and blade. Occasionally she had her sword in one hand her pistol in another.
Despite her superhuman movement, her colossal sexual organs stayed in place. The ocean of fluids within her bodysuit sloshed around soaking her fur and occasionally throwing her off-balance. Listening closely the slosh, gurgle, and churn of her sexual organs can be made out. Their obscene storage of fluids sloshing around within. Despite this, their production was perpetually doomed to overwhelm their inhumane storage.
The creature she fought, proved to be comparable. As she laid strike after strike into it, somehow it managed to heal before any serious injury could be inflicted. The hole she had punched through the creature had mended long ago. Cuts she had inflicted had also been mended. The injuries the Indagator had also received had healed as well, but the pace of her healing was no match for the creature. She had already taken a significant amount of damage, as she could barely keep up with the creature's speed. If she did not act soon, she would likely perish to the creature's superior healing rate and speed.
Narrowly avoiding another flurry of attacks, the obscene horse-woman reached a hand into her pouch and pulled out a flask. Quickly, she opened it and drank its contents. It had felt as if she was just hit by a ten-ton semi-truck. Underneath the fur of her face, veins bulged and proudly displayed their presence. Anybody who saw her face like this would be terrified of her visage. Everything around her slowed down to the point the creature moved so slow she could easily walk around it.
As it lunged at her, she side-stepped, brought her sword over her head and lopped its head off. It collapsed on the ground before her as she stumbled and fell backward. Still feeling the pain of the potion. Indagator potions had the potential to grant unbelievable strength and speed at a cost. It would significantly harm the Indagator and if not used carefully could be lethal.
As the thirty-ton horse-woman fell on her bubbly ass. Cracks spider-webbed out beneath her putting a significant dent into the floor. She fought to remain upright but ultimately failed. She collapsed on her back, causing more damage. She placed her muscly arm onto her muzzle and swore.
"Shit."