The S.M.U.T. situation

Director Groan walked past the rows of medical beds in the S.M.U.T. infirmary. Fortunately none of the women were hurt, but they had all been fucked some amount of times. The nurses were rushing from bed to bed wiping semen off their bodies.

"They're monsters..." Groan muttered under his breath.

He turned to the agent that had been following him, "Agent Cockthorne, what can we do to stop these two?"

Agent Helena Cockthorne tapped on the screen of her tablet furiously, trying to find an answer.

"The two of them are too strong together sir," Helena spoke, "Hodag is near invincible with his hard skin, and Teratorn can summon elemental storms. We were lucky that Kitsune was able to use her mind powers to freeze them temporarily while everyone retreated."

"Why can't she just control them normally?" Director Groan grumbled.

"Because the two Cryptids are higher power level than her. She had to endure multiple cumshots from Teratorn before she could catch him off guard," Helena explained.

"Right..." Groan rubbed his chin, "Guns don't work, our magic girl barely works..."

He stopped. An idea forming in his head.

"What about those girls that helped us with the Kitsune situation?" he asked.

"You mean the Secret Club?" Helena asked.

"That's a dumb ass fucking name," he cursed, "But they have the Fire Amulet, no doubt given to them by Montana Ford. That's why I let them run around like the idiots they are. I'm not fucking with Montana Ford."

"You want to call the Secret Club to deal with them sir?" Helena asked.

"I can't fucking believe this, but yes. They somehow helped us deal with the Wendigo, the Phantom Kangaroo, and Kitsune. I honestly don't know why I have this entire facility on payroll when these four young women just solve everything for us!" he snapped.

"Well, uh... good news sir," Helena said, swiping through tabs on her tablet, "They're already headed there."

"Damn, they're good..." Director Groan muttered.