Ch. 01 - Her Reasons

Protector

by capta

Chapter 1 - Her Reasons

The sky cast a gray shadow over the city of Trondheim, Norway. It was pouring when Eiolyte approached a bar with a sign in the shape of shield. It spelled "Valhalla Bar." Entering, the woman found it crowded. As anthros, humans, and taurs occupied the building. The woman, shaking off her umbrella took an open seat at the bar.

"What can I get you today?" A tall old man, asked with a warm smile.

Eiolyte's hazel eyes carefully studied the man. "Do you have something bitter?"

The man nodded and handed her a bottle. Looking around Eiolyte found a pair of ravens perched behind the counter and a pair of wolves scurrying back and forth, carrying glasses of liqueur in their jaws, and handing them to the bar-goers. Why are there?- the woman shook her head.

Eiolyte was in her early thirties. She was clad in bronze skin, with voluminous, calf-length black hair. It was tied into a high ponytail. The woman was extraordinarily tall, with wide, child-bearing hips. She boasted two pairs of gargantuan melons. The first, the woman's breasts, soaked the front. Thick lengthy knobs, protruding out of the woman's white sweater, displaying the woman's extreme nipples.

The second, a pair of balls swung at her crotch. They were just below a girthy, calf-length man-rod. A large, moistened splotch formed on the woman's pants. Hidden behind the woman's testicles, was a thick, extensive camel-toe. With similar fluid soaking abilities.

Eiolyte appeared fat. But, upon closer inspection. The average onlooker would discover the woman's fat to be muscle. Built for strength.

"You don't seem to be from around here young lady." The old man kindly spoke.

Eiolyte stared at the man. "I'm from Brazil."

"Ooh. How'd you end up in Norway?"

"I wanted to leave." The woman paused.

The old man slowly nodded. "Where do you work?"

The woman peered at the man and found him missing an eye. "I'm a firefighter."

"That's honorable work." The old man said. "I can get you 20% off your drinks." He smiled.

"Thank you." Eiolyte politely responded. "What's your name?"

"Odin." The man smiled wider.

The woman shot the man a quizzical look. "The Norse God?"

The man nodded.

"First time I've met someone named after a Norse God." Eiolyte answered her voice casual.

The one-eyed man chuckled. "Not the first time I've heard that." The man smirked.

Eiolyte smiled.

"Is there anything else I can get you?"

The woman paused. "I have a question."

"I have an answer. But can I get your name first?" The man smiled warmly.

"Eiolyte."

The old man nodded. "What's your question?"

"I need an Indagator for a delicate, magical manner. But can't just be any Indagator."

"That's a tall order Eiolyte. What kind of Indagator do you have in mind?"

"I need someone who's been through hell and back." The woman struggled with words.

The old man nodded. "I know an Indagator. She's quite unusual. Got this hard, cold exterior. But through her cat-eyes, I can see the warmth of a mother, and a protector." The man smiled. "Her name's Amanda."

***

As a powerful gale whipped the trees, rain pelted the ground. Sofia, an older horse anthro wailed in agony as she panted, sweat dripping down her fur.

"Mrs. Liam! Push!" A nurse standing by shouted.

With a deep throaty scream the woman gave one final push.

"It's a hermaphrodite!" The nurse shouted, as another nurse in the room injected the baby mare, its fur matted in blood. The tiny mare cried atop of her lungs.

Sofia panted. A nurse brought the newborn to the mother. Seeing the young mare for the first time, Sofia smiled and tears ran down her face.

"You're beautiful." Her voice was hoarse, brimming with joy.

Soon another horse anthro walked in. The father, found Sofia holding the baby horse anthro.

"Kieth, she's beautiful." Sofia's voice was weak.

The stallion anthro quickly rushed in. He kneeled by the hospital bed. Tears rolled down his muzzle.

"Look at you." He smiled. "What should we name her?"

Sofia gazed at the baby mare. "Amanda."

"Mr. Liam." It was the next day, and a doctor entered the hospital room.

The couple's eyes lit up. "What is doctor?" Kieth asked.

"Your baby is healthy. There's just one thing."

Sofia worriedly studied the doctor.

"Your baby was born with an extra set of genitals."

"What?" Sofia's peered at the doctor, confused.

"She has two penises, four testicles, and two vaginas." The doctor answered. "And she might have four breasts when she comes of age." The doctor finished.

"Will it be a problem?" Kieth inquired.

"She appears healthy. But, I would be more concerned how she'd be treated in school. Especially if she has the leviathan gene."

***

Disgust draped across Eiolyte's face. "You sick old man, how did you learn that?" Her voice was hostile.

Odin stepped back with his hands held up. "She told me."

"What?" Eiolyte's voice relaxed.

"Amanda, was down after a fight. And she decided to talk to me." Odin stepped back toward the counter.

"And she told you about her privates?" Eiolyte shook her head. "How long have you known her?"

Odin gazed at the ceiling. "Ever since she was 26."

"You guys must be close then." Eiolyte wondered aloud. "Are you in a relationship with her?"

Odin chuckled warmly. "Oh no. We're just friends."

"What else can you tell me about her?"

***

Amanda stood in line at the school library. She waited as girls entered and left a room just before her. It didn't take long for Amanda's turn. Taking a seat the mare patiently waited as the female anthro shuffled papers on her desk.

"We're going to take a blood sample to test if you have the leviathan gene."

The horse remained silent.

"How old are you?" The anthro asked.

"Twelve." The mare answered.

The anthro nodded scribbling on some papers.

"Okay Amanda, if you just sit tight we'll get this done quickly."

A few moments later Amanda was out with a piece of cloth wrapped around her arm. The next month she returned.

"Ah, nice to see you again Amanda." It was the same anthro behind the desk. "We ran your blood and the tests for the gene came back positive."

Amanda stared at the anthro stunned.

"Since you have the leviathan gene you won't be taking the normal sex ed class next year. Instead, you'll be taking a different one."

The mare said nothing.

"Now, do you have any questions for me." The anthro briefly paused.

The mare remained silent.

"All right Amanda, you can go back to class, and you'll need to bring this to your parents." The anthro handed the mare an envelope.

The horse shakily took it.

***

"It's a life-changing event when you're told you have the gene." Eiolyte peered at her beer bottle. "How did Amanda take it?"

"Not as well as you'd think." Odin replied.

***

Amanda sat alone in her room. She had given the letter to her parents. As the nurse requested. But still she found herself silent. The leviathan gene. The words echoed in her mind. She's seen pictures of her grandparents. It was impossible to hide. Yet, peering at her hands. Amanda still found the idea hard to grasp. What was she going to do with the gene? Did the people with the gene just always want to have sex? Could they even do anything? With sizes so large the skirt outlines and bras were impossible to hide.

The mare's mind swirled. And soon there was a gentle knock on her door. Her mother slowly entered her room.

"Amanda." Sofia spoke softly.

Amanda remained silent.

Soon, the horse took a seat next to Amanda. She had a large bust, with a horse udder peaking through her dress. The horsewoman was taller than most. But her age had started to show. Her muzzle now tipped with white fur.

"You know, it's rare to have the gene."

Amanda was quiet.

"What are you thinking right now sweetie?"

Amanda peered at her mother. "If I have the gene, can I still play basketball or run track?" The horse inquired.

Sofia chuckled. "Of course you can. You'll just need to make adjustments."

"But what if I fall down?"

Sofia continued to smile. "Amanda, the people with the gene, get a bit more muscle than me and your father."

"Like an Indagator?"

The mother laughed. "Oh no. They have more muscle than anyone."

"How do I beat up bullies then?" The mare innocently asked.

Sofia paused, taking in what Amanda had said. "What's that come from?"

Amanda looked away. "Dad."

Sofia rolled her eyes. "That man is too proud for his own good."

Amanda giggled.

***

"Amanda took it that well?" Eiolyte raised a brow. "I remember when I was that old, I couldn't sleep for a few days."

"Well everybody is different. And Amanda, only took it well for a year." Odin replied.

***

Toward the end of 6th grade Amanda had found bumps start to form on her chest. Four, the horse had to count to make sure. Her parents had told her the doctor predicted she'd have four breasts when she comes of age. But what they didn't explain was four nipples forming just above her crotch.

No sooner than high school did the mare get her answer. With sizeable, melon-sized breasts in high school, and a height comparable to some of the tallest people in school.

Amanda discovered the four nipples was an udder. And not a horse's udder, but a cow's udder. The mare tried to hide it. But as it grew larger than her breasts. It was impossible.

Soon, Amanda's parents found out, and took her to a hospital where the doctors had no explanation. They offered to remove it, but Amanda declined.

"Hey freak!" A collie anthro called out.

Amanda clenched her fist. The mare's twin-natured genitalia was plainly obvious. The horse's twin penises forming large outlines on her skirt. As her sheathes had gotten large. The mare's four melon-sized testes only made it worse. Fortunately her horse vaginas were hidden beneath her sack. Otherwise, they'd just add to the outline.

"Did you pee yourself?" The collie smiled devilishly.

Amanda, clenched her fist tighter. The mare couldn't look down to see. As her breasts were too big. But, the mare could feel it. A moist damp splotch. As not only had her genitals gotten large. But they had gotten productive. Her twin horse-penises staining the front of her skirt with her vagina, soaking the back of her testicles.

"You look like a cow." Another girl said.

Amanda's breasts soaked through her bra, creating a large splotch where thick, lengthy nipples were. As did the mare's udder. Which, she had a separate bra for.

"Hey cow, you want to moo for us?" Another girl mockingly said.

Amanda grit her teeth and fought back tears.

A girl whispered in the mare's ear. "Is the widdow freak gonna cry?" Her voice was toxic.

Amanda bolted, tears trailing behind her.

***

"Kids picked on Amanda on for having the gene?" Eiolyte inquired.

"Not entirely. The problem wasn't the gene. It was the fact Amanda had two sets of genitals and a cow udder."

"That was quite unusual." Eiolyte agreed taking another swig.

"It also didn't help she was into, what was considered very unladylike activities."

Eiolyte titled her head. "How so?"

"Amanda grew up in the 1900s and was a teenager through the first world war. During those times there were different societal expectations."

***

Unofficially, the mare was in a handful of sports clubs. As the school only allowed boys to join the official ones.

"Hey Amanda! Catch!" A tiger-anthro tossed the mare a laced leather basketball.

As the mare leapt in the air, the ball glanced off her breast. The horse swore.

"Let's try again!" The tiger-anthro shouted from the other side of the basketball court.

The tiger-anthro ran at the mare, dribbling the basketball. With a flick of her wrist, the anthro tossed the ball.

Again, Amanda leapt into the air, only for the ball to bounce off her breast. "Fuck!" She shouted, upset.

"You know, for a lady, you swear like a man." The tiger-anthro smiled.

Amanda let out a huff. "Thanks Abigail." Her voice was light.

The tiger continued to grin at the mare. "Having the leviathan is quite rare you know." The tiger eyed the mare's assets, silhouetted in her dress.

Amanda frowned. "Then why did I have to get it?"

"Because you're lucky." The tiger nudged the mare.

Amanda sighed. "I hate it."

"I think it's pretty awesome. I mean compared to me." The tiger cupped her modest bust.

"That's what everyone says. Not having to live with these things." The mare groped her own breasts. "They leak, get in the way, and slow me down." The horse crossed her arms.

The tiger grinned. "Speaking of leaking, you got some stains." The tiger looked over the mare. "On your top and skirt."

The horse cursed.

The tiger stole a glance of a clock on the wall. "We've been practicing for an hour. How about we head into town?"

With a nod, both ladies walked into the locker room. As Amanda undid the last button it shot off, her breasts exploding out of her top.

"Damn it." Amanda quietly stated.

Putting on her more casual, pin-striped suit-dress the mare struggled with a button.

"Abigail, can you help me?" The mare called out in the locker room.

Within a moment the tiger-anthro turned around the corner fully dressed. "You need help with a button?" The tiger saw the button Amanda fought.

"Yes please."

With a tug, Amanda struggled with breath, as the tiger pulled the mare's top tight.

"Got it."

Taking a deep breath, Amanda's top suddenly loosened as two buttons popped off her back.

"Amanda." The tiger began.

"I can tell." The horse answered, picking up the buttons.

"Luckily we were taught sewing, huh?" The tiger stated.

Amanda glared at the tiger. "Only because men are a bunch of pigs. Why do we even have to wear these stupid dresses?" The horse motioned to her clothes. "They don't even allow you to breathe."

"Because it's unladylike to wear pants." The tiger faked a masculine voice.

The mare laughed. "All right, let's go already."

***

"So sports and remotely masculine wear was unladylike?" Eiolyte asked.

Odin nodded.

"So what sports club was Amanda unofficially in?"

"I believe it was track, basketball, and soccer."

"What was going on during that time that made them unofficial?"

"It was the 1910s America and the first world war waged in Europe."

***

Finding the first sewing desk, built for anthros with the leviathan gene. The mare took a seat in the back and began repairing torn buttons.

"Good morning class." The sewing teacher walked in and began.

By the time lunchtime arrived Amanda was sitting alone at a table.

"What's up with you and hanging out in corners?" Abigail smiled at the mare.

"I can stay out of sight." Amanda casually responded.

"Well that's awfully boring." A wolftaur walked toward the horse-anthro.

"I like it." Amanda responded to Samantha.

The wolftaur rolled her eyes. "Of course you do."

"What did you get?" Abigail took a seat next to the mare. As Samantha laid down, her human half upright.

"A salad with chicken."

"Oh! Chicken! That's fancy!" The tiger responded.

As the three ladies ate the wolftaur spoke up. "What do you guys think of the war?"

"My parents are telling me the Brits call it the Great War." Abigail chimed in.

Amanda sighed. "Hasn't that been going for almost two years now?"

"Yeah, but my boyfriend keeps talking about it." The tiger-anthro stated.

"Is he talking about joining it?" The wolftaur asked.

Abigail shrugged. "He is. But we're not at war."

"The way Woodrow keeps talking about it, it's only a matter of time." The wolftaur spoke.

"Well if we ever get involved I hope my boyfriend doesn't join." Abigail finished.

"Why not?" Amanda inquired.

"I don't want him to die." Abigail quietly stated.

There was a brief silence.

"Indagators are in the war." The wolftaur said.

"It's never a good fight when they're involved." Abigail stated with disgust.

"What's wrong with Indagators?" Amanda inquired.

"A bunch of mutant freaks."

Amanda felt as if she was stabbed with a needle.

"What's wrong Amanda?" Abigail asked.

"You said freak." The wolftaur told the tiger.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Amanda! I didn't mean it!" The tiger hugged the mare.

"Thank you, Abigail." The mare looked down, patting the tiger's arm.

"Amanda, you really shouldn't let that kind of talk get to you." Samantha spoke. "You were born with the gene."

The mare peered at her melon-sized breasts, straining her top. "I don't like it."

"I heard the doctors were coming up with something to remove the gene." Abigail stated.

"Really?" The mare's eyes lit up.

Samantha frowned. "No. It's all horseradish. My dad heard the same and my mom had to show him it was just a bunch of lies."

Amanda let out another sigh. "I don't know if I will ever get used to this." She continued to peer at her breasts.

"Well you don't have a choice." The wolftaur continued. "You already big and you're only going to get bigger."

"I heard people with the gene don't ever stop growing." Abigail stated, hugging the mare.

Amanda frowned. "Thanks again Abigail."

The wolftaur shook her head. "Also horseradish."

"How would you know?" The tiger asked.

"My mom's a nurse." The wolftaur responded. "From what I was told, ladies won't stop growing until they're eighteen. While boys stop when they're nineteen."

"Why do boys stop later?" Abigail asked.

The wolftaur shrugged. "My mom says ladies finish sooner since they start earlier."

The bell rang, signaling the next class. The rest of the school day was uneventful. Until a group of girls stopped Amanda.

"Look girls, she's a freak." The girl Amanda had ran from spoke.

Some women looked with disgust, while others pitied the mare. "It's a shame you couldn't be a normal lady." The girl squished her breasts, which dwarfed the size of Amanda's. "Do you think she was always meant to be a freak?" Another girl spoke.

Amanda attempted to push through but as more people showed up. She soon found it impossible.

"Oh! The famous freak girl!" Another girl spoke as the crowd grew.

"Leave me alone!" Amanda yelled.

"The freak wants us to leave her alone." A girl smiled. "Not until we see some tears." She had a rotten grin. "Let's cheer you up, freak." The girls around the mare began to laugh and smile. Until one shouted "Freak!" Which soon devolved to a chorus of the crowd cheering "Freak! Freak! Freak!"

Amanda's eyes burned as she gritted her teeth in attempt to fight it. But as the chorus continued the mare lost the battle and the tears fell from her eyes.

***

"Poor girl." Eiolyte sympathized. "How'd she become an Indagator if she ran from almost everything?"

"Well, it starts with her reasons." Odin finished.

***

"Why do you hang out with that freak?" A collie-anthro asked.

Abigail looked up from her arithmetic. "Because I like her."

The collie frowned. "She's not normal."

"What's the matter with that?"

"She's bound to do something completely stupid."

"Not to mention that ridiculous udder she has." A wolf-anthro walked up. Her gigantic breasts blocking her lower periphery.

The collie-anthro nodded. "You should just come with us."

The tiger-anthro was quiet.

"You wouldn't be caught around that freak." The wolf stated.

"And we might help each other out." The collie added.

Abigail smiled. "Thank you, but I think I'll pass." The bell rang, signaling the end of the tiger's class as she rapidly packed her things and left.

"Hey freak lover!" Before Abigail could react she bumped into a large set of furry breasts.

"Oof!" The tiger breathed as she hit the ground.

"Imagine a lady who'd spend time with a freak over us!" The wolf anthro bent over peering at the tiger.

Looking up, Abigail found the collie and wolf anthro with a few others gathered before her.

"How stupid must she be?!" A lady centaur peered down at the tiger with a leering smile.

"Wonder if she'll become a freak." A fair-skinned lady asked.

"I'm sure she will." The wolf anthro spoke. "Spending so much time near one, it has to transfer somehow."

"Just like standing next to an Indagator." The collie had a degenerative grin.

"Please stop, she's not bad." Abigail squeaked.

"She's not bad!" The centaur bent her human half. "Says the stupid cat."

"Leave her alone!" Amanda roared.

"Oh if it isn't the freak herself!" The collie smirked. "You gonna cry again?"

The mare stopped.

"Oh, I think we can make that happen." The wolf-anthro spoke.

"Amanda it's all right." Abigail spoke, her voice cracked. "Really it is."

The collie smirked. "See? She knows her place."

Amanda struck.

The collie yipped, thrown to the ground, blood spewed from her nose.

The three girls gawked in horror.

Amanda stared at the injured collie dumbfounded. But as the collie whimpered in pain, the mare found pride swelter in her chest and smirked.

"Go fuck yourselves!" The horse shouted as the girls quickly left.

"Amanda!" Abigail looked at the mare stunned.

"What? They're assholes."

"That doesn't mean you should hurt them!" The tiger stormed off.

Amanda mulled over what Abigail had said, and pulled out a book titled Indagators and the World Vol 266. She opened the hefty book and turned to a bookmarked page. At the top was the Indagator's school, followed by their name, and the assignment.

As the mare read the entry she found herself ecstatic, pulled further into the book until she finished. I can protect people. The thought hit her like a truck. I can protect people! The mare shouted in her own head. Her heart raced as the mare held the book close to her. With a determined nod, Amanda found a new path laid out before. I'm going to be an Indagator.

***

"She must've found her calling." Eiolyte remarked.

Odin nodded. "She did."

"So Amanda became an Indagator to protect people?"

Odin smiled. "It's why I think she might be the right person."

"How'd she do it then?"

"Pardon?" The Norse god asked confused.

"How'd she become an Indagator?"

***

Eighteen years old, and a senior in high school. Amanda was thankful she'd stop growing. Her four tits had gotten so large, they were the size of prize-winning pumpkins. Her udder much larger than her tits. While the mare's horse-cocks quadrupled her extraordinary height in length and doubled it in girth. Amanda's four testicles, had grown to the size of her udder, and her horse-pussies created monumental moose-knuckles.

The mare's dress barely contained her. Her genitals drew gigantic outlines. Amanda carried a bag of absorption pads. As her assets had gotten so productive she'd soak her dress in minutes.

Samantha shook her head. "Being an Indagator is asking for death."

"Not to mention you'll be more of a freak than anyone else." Abigail added.

Amanda frowned. "I want to do it."

"How are you gonna do it? Only men can be Indagators." Abigail spoke.

"What?!" The horse was upset. "You're pulling my tail."

Abigail shook her head. "Nope."

Amanda clenched her fist. "Damn it."

"Amanda, if you're set on becoming an Indagator why would you let a simple gender requirement stop you?" Samantha smiled.

"Because she'd become unnatural." Abigail added.

Amanda raised a brow. "Unnatural?"

"Indagator are abominations."

"Wow." Samantha stared at the tiger.

"Amanda, please don't become an Indagator." The tiger pleaded.

"I want to."

"Do it." Samantha stated. "We know you can."

The next day Amanda marched straight into the Indagator office at her school. A simplistic line drawing of a wolf head was just above the doorframe.

"I want to become an Indagator."

The bear-anthro behind the desk coughed up his drink. "I'm sorry, what was that again?"

"I want to start my application to become an Indagator." Amanda stated again.

"Well, I'd love to help you, but you've got no credentials."

"I scored first place in track, basketball, and soccer."

"Uh, well those were unofficial clubs and therefore hold no standing."

"Unofficial? There were more people at the unofficial competitions than the official."

"Well that hardly matters."

"Than what does?" Amanda asked.

"Look, young lady, women can't be Indagators."

***

"Is that what he said?" Sophia laughed.

Amanda glared at her meal.

"If you're set on becoming an Indagator, you need to keep pushing for it. Talk to that man more, and raise a ruckus."

***

"A lady's place is at home. Not fighting monsters God knows where." The bear calmly stated.

"Really? According to whom?!" Amanda returned.

"Everyone."

"Everyone?!" The mare snorted. "I think you meant men!"

"Young lady." The bear-anthro stood up. He attempted to stare down the mare, only to watch her, unamused, handily dwarfing him. He sat back down.

"What's going on in here?" A tall, broad-shouldered wolfman, with a white muzzle stood outside.

"Bernard! What are you doing here?" The bear asked.

"The guild got wind there was quite the ruckus of a certain individual being refused an Indagator application. So I stopped by to check it out."

"Well, the individual is a woman, so you don't have to worry about it."

"What the hell does that mean?!" Amanda demanded.

"Your place is at home." Ralph responded. "You have no place as an Indagator."

"Like hell I do! I want to fight!"

"No."

"Why?!" Amanda yelled.

"Women are meant to be mothers."

Amanda scoffed. "Mothers! We're meant to be whatever we want!"

"If that was the case you'd be put in danger."

"Then let me decide that!"

"We know what's best for you."

"You don't know shit! I want to fight!"

"I can't let you do that in good conscious."

"Do you think I care?!"

The bear stared at her stunned.

"Wow." Bernard looked at the mare impressed. "Ralph, process her application."