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Amanda expected herself to be dead. It wasn't until she heard a familiar voice.

"Amanda! Amanda! The zombies!"

The Indagator heard gunfire just in front of her. Blinking rapidly, the horse quickly drew in her senses. What felt like burning from the inside was gone. Angela had been firing into the approaching zombies. Unsurprising, they kept staggering forward. The mare placed her arm over her muzzle.

"Shit." The Indagator grunted.

"Amanda's awake!"

The horse looked up and found the opossum stooping over her.

"Amanda! The zombies! I can't stop them!" Angela yelled over her own gunfire.

The futa let her arm fall to her side and felt familiar cold steel. Looking over, Amanda found her arm resting on her massive rifle. Determined, the horse breathed out of her nose. Then, got up with a single motion, swinging the gun over, pulling back its massive bolt. She grasped a large shell in hand and shoved it into place. Then, the horse slammed the bolt forward, took aim, and shouted.

"Watch out!"

A sky-cracking boom, followed by pressure waves that would knock an elephant down; followed suit as the horse piled an 88-millimeter shell right into the center of the horde. It detonated, in a roaring explosion, sending chunks and pieces of zombies everywhere.

"Holy cow." The fox muttered underneath her breath.

"Hmph." The Indagator grunted in response.

The fox lowered her pistol. "So what now?"

"Now, we greet the so-called mistress." The horse stated in a stern, cold tone.

The horse led them back to the shed she had encountered earlier.

"Why did you bring us to a shed?"

"Through it, I believe we can find our grand perpetrator. The only issue is, I can't fit."

The fox peered up at the ludicrously tall mare.

"I guess having the leviathan gene has drawbacks," Angela smirked. "I take it you want us to go inside."

Amanda shook her head. "That'd be suicide for you."

The detective slowly nodded. "I can see that. What's our plan of attack then?"

"Follow me; I know of another probable entrance."

"Probable?" The fox spoke again.

"I don't know if it leads to the so-called mistress." The mare's voice was steady and stoic.

"Well, only one way to find out." The opossum spoke with his light Southern accent.

Angela sighed. "I suppose your right."

The Indagator lead them back to the butcher's shop. She was thankful for her cloak, as the horse could look down at the gaping hole she made. The fox and the opossum followed up beside her.

The opossum made an appreciative whistle. "How'd that happen?" He peered at the hole in the floorboards.

"I fell." The Indagator responded succinctly.

The opossum face lit up with confusion. The resistance fighter peered up at the towering horse and back at the hole.

"That hole's bigger than you."

The mare made a quick nod. The opossum tilted its head.

"Aren't y'all worried about that?" The marsupial's gaze swept over his two companions.

"Uh, Reggie," The fox paused. "Amanda's big." She motioned to the mare.

"I can see that missus; she's a giant. But that hole is almost double her width."

There was a brief silence, only interrupted by the Indagator's groaning assets.

The horse sighed. Then immediately spun around. The herm tossed her cloak over their shoulder. She was fortunate the opossum was far enough away. Otherwise, the marsupial would disappear beneath the mare's mountainous assets.

"Holy mother of God." The opossum spoke with a quiet tone. But was quickly drowned out by the groan and gurgle of the mare's tremendous assets.

Amanda could've sworn the opossum's brow ridge almost leaped off his face and ran away. It had risen so high. His mouth was agape. Which the Indagtor couldn't be sure was awe or shock. There was a long pause.

The horse saw the opossum's mouth move but couldn't hear anything over the deafening sounds she made.

"Yer louder than rush-hour traffic." The opossum shouted over her as he slowly regained himself. "How'd ye fight monsters like that? They'd hear ya miles away!"

A question frequently asked of her.

"The cloak muffles the sounds." The monster hunter shouted in response. Then with a single fluid motion, she threw her cloak back on. The mare's body disappeared beneath it. And the sounds it made muffled.

"How's that work?" The opossum approached the mare, speaking in a normal tone. He peered around the cloak.

"It's bigger on the inside." The futanari stated nonchalantly.

"Can we get back to the task at hand?" The fox interrupted the two, annoyed.

Amanda nodded, then stepped into the hole, landing with a solid crash atop the rocky ground beneath. Cracks spiderwebbed out beneath her hooves. There was also a veritable glorsh as she landed. The fox, caught off-guard by the Indagator's rapid decision-making, leaped down beside her, landing softly. The opossum followed last, landing with similar light-footedness.

"You sound like a meteor." The fox spoke.

The Indagator ignored the comment and quickly led her companions to the factory she had found earlier. The familiar scent of rot, blood, and dead limbs assaulted her sharp sense. The mare took a moment to adjust. Afterward, she was met with the familiar sight of the factory. The zombies she had slain earlier remained where they were as the meticulously sorted piles of body parts continued rotting away.

"Is this the factory you mentioned?" Angela asked.

Amanda nodded.

"It's horrifying." The foxy detective spoke in a disgusted tone.

"Jeez, Luis, this is the first time I've set paw in one of these." The opossum shook its head. "It's horrible."

The Indagator continued to peer at the factory. Flies were still buzzing around the bodies as maggots squirmed out of others. She surveyed the area, searching for another tunnel. The mare located the one she couldn't fit into earlier. The horse walked up to it and peered around some more. She discovered a much larger tunnel entrance.

"Over here!" Amanda shouted.

The fox and the opossum followed her voice to the extensive tunnel she stood before.

The Indagator motioned them to follow. Unlike the opossum, she expected the fox to have no problems seeing in the tunnel. In fact, the mare knew opossums couldn't see well at night and instead relied on their sharp noses and ears. It's why, she guessed, the opossum stayed close behind her. As they ventured forth, Amanda's uncanny nose picked up the distinct smell of rot. The herm could tell she was approaching another factory.

The scent of decay accompanied the familiar smells of limbs and zombies. Soon, she found herself in a vast cavern where numerous tables were laid out in rows. This factory, she noted, was easily double the size of the first factory she encountered. It was even more meticulously laid out. In fact, Amanda would wager, the factory she entered could pass as a proper manufacturing facility.

The zombie builders pulled body parts out of a wooden floor hatch, giving the floor a much cleaner look. They placed them on their tables and attached them to the partially assembled corpse handed down the line. It was clearly laid out with utmost efficiency. The distances were short, making it easy to go from one table to another. Amanda observed the completed zombies were ushered into a pen by other builder zombies while watching the manufacturing facility. Where a large number of them were already kept.

The cave was lit up by a giant green crystal in the ceiling to top it off. The stone was old but finely smoothed. The Indagator continued her survey and found a figure leaning against the stone railing atop the cliff. She wore a thin, untied, see-through white robe. The figure's skin was purple, her face young, soft, and round. It gave her breathtaking feminine charm. Atop this, the horse found the figure's chest large and plush with dinner-plate-sized, dark purple areolas with thick, puffy nipples.

The woman's figure was an incredible hourglass shape. Her curves are large and numerous. At the woman's crotch, though, Amanda found a horse-cock. The large sheath it hid away in, betraying its potentially thigh-slapping length. A Basketball sized nutsack swung beneath it, crammed with two testicles. The woman was of average height. Standing at 160cm, with thick thighs and delicately formed legs. The purple-skinned woman had long, healthy, dark purple hair past her plush rear.

The woman, while lacking the leviathan gene, was still breathtaking. Yet. Atop her head, the Indagator found a pair of horns. They had a gold chain starting at their base, wrapping around to the tips.

"Amanda, who's the woman?" The fox quietly asked.

"I don't know. But I know it's a succubus." The horse had spotted the dark purple tattooing all across the succubus's body to a heart just above her cock. A distinct feature of all succubi and incubi.