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Alya is a white anthropomorphic mare dressed in a tan flight-bombers jacket. Being a professional flight mechanic stranded on some bygone planet, the slender girl ties together some technical intricacies in the jet-like Star Trackers communications transponder - the radio in her prized ship. "Come on baby, just beep once for Mama?" Alya hopes, only static can be heard. "Wonderful." Frowns the horse. Leaning against it, she decides to weigh her options and figure out a plan to connect a signal to her location.
Parked at the bottom of a dusty gorge, the rocky cliffs on either side are way too steep to traverse. East of Alya's location, there's a tower surrounded by caves. It could be dangerous, but she'll do anything for that distress signal. West, an abandoned-looking dam sits firmly within the gorge. It has an ominous presence to it, like a technologically ruined haunted house. The mare unscrews the radio from the Star Tracker and wears the machine above her tail, strapped around her waist. "Now, where was I going?"
(OPTION A) East
The top of that tower would be a good place to transmit a signal.
(OPTION B) West
The top of that dam would be a good place to transmit a signal.
(OPTION A) East
The lone horse heads East. Pulling out a picture, the mare smiles at the image of her donkey boyfriend with his arms wrapped around her. "Such an ass." Giggles Alya, nearing the field of caves. The place is incredibly quiet. Thought the horse, the spiraling stone tower is just a few yards away. Before trekking any further, hundreds of red transparent jellyfish floated like bubbles from the caves - they're all carrying eggs within. Pulling a laser pistol from her jacket, the mare takes action.
(OPTION A1) East
Stand strong and fight! The laser pistol should have enough juice to eliminate (at least) most of the threat.
(OPTION A2) East
Get up that tower! Attempting to battle such large numbers isn't exactly a favorable tactic.
(OPTION A1) East
Stomping her hooves to the ground like a bull, Alya points her weapon and shoots whatever targets come nearest - disintegrating them instantly. The jelly bubbles move in from all directions like a pack of wild molasses. The more she blasts, the more concerned her expression turns as there's simply too many of them coming. One of the jellies squishes itself across her gun and electrifies it, melting the internal battery and making it useless. Desperate, she begins swatting them away with her tail and punching them.
Unfortunately, punching them is useless as they collectively pile the adventurer to the ground. Even worse, they all mold into each other and become a sentient blob full of eggs! "N-no!" Alya cries out, the monster pinning her limbs as a liquid tendril sinks from its face after her trembling lips. In a last-ditch effort, she chomps the gooey appendage, only to have it squelch down the horses throat and spread her maw apart as wide as it can go. Like a softball pump, the huge slime monster begins force-feeding Alya its egg-stock one at a time.
Each time she swallows, her throat pulsed with a wet ~GLORP~ noise as her pupils dilated. Stuffing at an alarming rate, the radio strap snaps off from the expansion of her abdomen and gets crushed beneath her. The building pressure within is so immense, but somehow the slime filling the captive kept her from bursting. Shlorp, shlorp, shlorp... Bloating Alya to enormous proportions, the creature only seeks to make her the apex broodmare incubator.
Finger circling the horses outie bellybutton, the slime monster is now completely devoid of eggs. With a pained expression on Alya's face, it decides to blast-feed the rest of itself down her gullet and pack the mare so tight - all her limbs retreat into the orb that is now Alya's newly shaped figure. Aside from her sunken head, arms and legs - the horses tail blows in the wind as she sloshes morbidly, hoping that anytime soon someone will come and help. THE END
(OPTION A2) East
Realizing she's way outnumbered, Alya charges up the stairs. Rushing for the highest platform, the jelly bubbles cluster into a sea of red as they make a slow ascent to the peak of the tower. Panting hard, the horse squats down and starts tinkering with the communication transponder at the highest platform. It starts beeping a rapid S.O.S signal, auto-transmitting the grid coordinates of the location of the radio. Readying her laser pistol, the jellies start appearing around her a few at a time.
BZZT! The weapon fries a jelly, vaporizing them one at a time. Alya's doing pretty good at first, but the increasing numbers was becoming daunting very fast. Caught off guard, one of the jelly bubbles squelches to her face and implants an egg straight down her throat. It all happened so fast, the horse roasted the thing and singed her nose tip. Suddenly, lasers rapidly blast down across the gooey aliens like they were nothing. A ship labeled The Star Tracker II swerves by and finishes the job, blasting the jellies into red paint.
Pfff... The space ship cools down as it lands on the platform, the cockpit swings open. "Honey!" Says the donkey, hopping out to hug his girlfriend. "I heard your distress signal and came immediately, are you alright?" He frowns, the mare struggles to hold back tears. "I-I ingested an unidentified egg!" She blushes, embarrassed. Placing a hand beneath her tail with the other around her back, Jack gives her a deep kiss of assurance that everything will be alright. Soon after, the horse finds herself in a hospital and everything turns out okay. THE END
(OPTION B) West
The lone horse heads West. Pulling out a picture, the mare smiles at the image of her donkey boyfriend with his arms wrapped around her. "Such an ass." Giggles Alya, nearing the dam front. Finding a steel door, the mare finds it locked. "Time to improvise." Saying so, she draws her laser pistol from her jacket and melts the knob. BZZT! Kicking it open, the girl walks into a room of dusty old party supplies from a time when civilization used to inhabit this place. Just when things were getting stale, an alligator appears from the dark.
The gator cracks a wide grin and wags his tail like a dog. "Gwah!" Shouts Alya, jumping back a few paces from the large reptile. He whimpers lightly, his big yellow eyes begging for attention. "Huh, wasn't expecting this." She comments, rubbing his scaly belly as he curls into her hooves. Looking over the faint light of the room, the horse sheaths her gun and finds a long steel canister labeled with 2He. "Hey Gator, wanna be a good little helper for me?" She grins as he waves his snout up and down excitedly.
Soon after, the alligator finds himself outside with a helium canister shoved completely down his throat. The poor thing has actually taken on the shape of the cylinder itself! "Alright cutie, ready to help Mama?" The mare asks quaintly, he reluctantly waves his snout left and right. "TOO LATE!" Saying so, Alya yanks a string guided all the way through his tummy attached to the pressure valve - turning it to full blast. Eyes bulging from the sudden pressure, the reptile's body inflates immediately. THWUMP! His scales creak loudly as they're pushed beyond comfort of elasticity.
Floating up the dams exterior, Alya grabs his tail and takes a ride upward. Clopping her hooves along the wall, the reptiles incredibly buoyant form pulls her straight up without much trouble. Climbing over the guard rail, the mare ties the creatures tail to it and leaves him to hang around for a while. "Uh oh." Frowns the horse, the jingling of spurs walking towards her. As the reptiles gargantuan form stops inflating and blocks most of the sun, the infamous Cowbot steps into view.
A shadow casts a fine line between the two, one that should not be crossed. Curling his mechanical fingers, he looks ready to draw a powerful-looking spark revolver on the horse. Alya carefully grips her laser pistol, watchful not to make any sudden movements. A bead of oil drips down the Cowbot's brow, his poncho flowing in the wind. The reptiles little limbs flutter pathetically in the background, wondering what the heck is going on. After a close examination of her target, Alya decides to...
(OPTION B1) West
Shoot the Cowbot's weapon.
(OPTION B2) West
Shoot the Cowbot in the head.
(OPTION B1) West
BZZT! Cowbot's weapon gets vaporized before he could even squeeze the trigger! Blasting him again in the head, he plops to the ground and short-circuits. Twirling the gun into her holster, Alya sets up her communications transponder and turns on the S.O.S signal... A ship labeled The Star Tracker II dips into the atmosphere, the coordinates on the dashboard leading to the dam. Jack, the mares boyfriend, is piloting this ship. As the signal gets stronger, he sits in awe of the inconceivably ballooned alligator with his girlfriend sitting atop his head. He was worried at first, now finally relieved to see she's okay. THE END
(OPTION B2) West
BZZT! The Cowbot gets shot in the head! Mid-fall, he fires off a round right into the reptiles enormous belly and- KABOOM! the electric burn of the shot mixed with the helium-alligator explodes the dam and floods the gorge... Washing up on the tower stairway down the Eastern side, the horse gurgles as she lays there weakly. With a bloated girth of water and no radio, she gives an especially long sigh for the loss of her ship... To make matters worse, the reptiles stands over the girl with a big bandage across his tummy, a look of revenge can be seen sharply in his eye... THE END
Alya is a white anthropomorphic mare dressed in a tan flight-bombers jacket. Being a professional flight mechanic stranded on some bygone planet, the slender girl ties together some technical intricacies in the jet-like Star Trackers communications transponder - the radio in her prized ship. "Come on baby, just beep once for Mama?" Alya hopes, only static can be heard. "Wonderful." Frowns the horse. Leaning against it, she decides to weigh her options and figure out a plan to connect a signal to her location.
Parked at the bottom of a dusty gorge, the rocky cliffs on either side are way too steep to traverse. East of Alya's location, there's a tower surrounded by caves. It could be dangerous, but she'll do anything for that distress signal. West, an abandoned-looking dam sits firmly within the gorge. It has an ominous presence to it, like a technologically ruined haunted house. The mare unscrews the radio from the Star Tracker and wears the machine above her tail, strapped around her waist. "Now, where was I going?"
(OPTION A) East
The top of that tower would be a good place to transmit a signal.
(OPTION B) West
The top of that dam would be a good place to transmit a signal.
(OPTION A) East
The lone horse heads East. Pulling out a picture, the mare smiles at the image of her donkey boyfriend with his arms wrapped around her. "Such an ass." Giggles Alya, nearing the field of caves. The place is incredibly quiet. Thought the horse, the spiraling stone tower is just a few yards away. Before trekking any further, hundreds of red transparent jellyfish floated like bubbles from the caves - they're all carrying eggs within. Pulling a laser pistol from her jacket, the mare takes action.
(OPTION A1) East
Stand strong and fight! The laser pistol should have enough juice to eliminate (at least) most of the threat.
(OPTION A2) East
Get up that tower! Attempting to battle such large numbers isn't exactly a favorable tactic.
(OPTION A1) East
Stomping her hooves to the ground like a bull, Alya points her weapon and shoots whatever targets come nearest - disintegrating them instantly. The jelly bubbles move in from all directions like a pack of wild molasses. The more she blasts, the more concerned her expression turns as there's simply too many of them coming. One of the jellies squishes itself across her gun and electrifies it, melting the internal battery and making it useless. Desperate, she begins swatting them away with her tail and punching them.
Unfortunately, punching them is useless as they collectively pile the adventurer to the ground. Even worse, they all mold into each other and become a sentient blob full of eggs! "N-no!" Alya cries out, the monster pinning her limbs as a liquid tendril sinks from its face after her trembling lips. In a last-ditch effort, she chomps the gooey appendage, only to have it squelch down the horses throat and spread her maw apart as wide as it can go. Like a softball pump, the huge slime monster begins force-feeding Alya its egg-stock one at a time.
Each time she swallows, her throat pulsed with a wet ~GLORP~ noise as her pupils dilated. Stuffing at an alarming rate, the radio strap snaps off from the expansion of her abdomen and gets crushed beneath her. The building pressure within is so immense, but somehow the slime filling the captive kept her from bursting. Shlorp, shlorp, shlorp... Bloating Alya to enormous proportions, the creature only seeks to make her the apex broodmare incubator.
Finger circling the horses outie bellybutton, the slime monster is now completely devoid of eggs. With a pained expression on Alya's face, it decides to blast-feed the rest of itself down her gullet and pack the mare so tight - all her limbs retreat into the orb that is now Alya's newly shaped figure. Aside from her sunken head, arms and legs - the horses tail blows in the wind as she sloshes morbidly, hoping that anytime soon someone will come and help. THE END
(OPTION A2) East
Realizing she's way outnumbered, Alya charges up the stairs. Rushing for the highest platform, the jelly bubbles cluster into a sea of red as they make a slow ascent to the peak of the tower. Panting hard, the horse squats down and starts tinkering with the communication transponder at the highest platform. It starts beeping a rapid S.O.S signal, auto-transmitting the grid coordinates of the location of the radio. Readying her laser pistol, the jellies start appearing around her a few at a time.
BZZT! The weapon fries a jelly, vaporizing them one at a time. Alya's doing pretty good at first, but the increasing numbers was becoming daunting very fast. Caught off guard, one of the jelly bubbles squelches to her face and implants an egg straight down her throat. It all happened so fast, the horse roasted the thing and singed her nose tip. Suddenly, lasers rapidly blast down across the gooey aliens like they were nothing. A ship labeled The Star Tracker II swerves by and finishes the job, blasting the jellies into red paint.
Pfff... The space ship cools down as it lands on the platform, the cockpit swings open. "Honey!" Says the donkey, hopping out to hug his girlfriend. "I heard your distress signal and came immediately, are you alright?" He frowns, the mare struggles to hold back tears. "I-I ingested an unidentified egg!" She blushes, embarrassed. Placing a hand beneath her tail with the other around her back, Jack gives her a deep kiss of assurance that everything will be alright. Soon after, the horse finds herself in a hospital and everything turns out okay. THE END
(OPTION B) West
The lone horse heads West. Pulling out a picture, the mare smiles at the image of her donkey boyfriend with his arms wrapped around her. "Such an ass." Giggles Alya, nearing the dam front. Finding a steel door, the mare finds it locked. "Time to improvise." Saying so, she draws her laser pistol from her jacket and melts the knob. BZZT! Kicking it open, the girl walks into a room of dusty old party supplies from a time when civilization used to inhabit this place. Just when things were getting stale, an alligator appears from the dark.
The gator cracks a wide grin and wags his tail like a dog. "Gwah!" Shouts Alya, jumping back a few paces from the large reptile. He whimpers lightly, his big yellow eyes begging for attention. "Huh, wasn't expecting this." She comments, rubbing his scaly belly as he curls into her hooves. Looking over the faint light of the room, the horse sheaths her gun and finds a long steel canister labeled with 2He. "Hey Gator, wanna be a good little helper for me?" She grins as he waves his snout up and down excitedly.
Soon after, the alligator finds himself outside with a helium canister shoved completely down his throat. The poor thing has actually taken on the shape of the cylinder itself! "Alright cutie, ready to help Mama?" The mare asks quaintly, he reluctantly waves his snout left and right. "TOO LATE!" Saying so, Alya yanks a string guided all the way through his tummy attached to the pressure valve - turning it to full blast. Eyes bulging from the sudden pressure, the reptile's body inflates immediately. THWUMP! His scales creak loudly as they're pushed beyond comfort of elasticity.
Floating up the dams exterior, Alya grabs his tail and takes a ride upward. Clopping her hooves along the wall, the reptiles incredibly buoyant form pulls her straight up without much trouble. Climbing over the guard rail, the mare ties the creatures tail to it and leaves him to hang around for a while. "Uh oh." Frowns the horse, the jingling of spurs walking towards her. As the reptiles gargantuan form stops inflating and blocks most of the sun, the infamous Cowbot steps into view.
A shadow casts a fine line between the two, one that should not be crossed. Curling his mechanical fingers, he looks ready to draw a powerful-looking spark revolver on the horse. Alya carefully grips her laser pistol, watchful not to make any sudden movements. A bead of oil drips down the Cowbot's brow, his poncho flowing in the wind. The reptiles little limbs flutter pathetically in the background, wondering what the heck is going on. After a close examination of her target, Alya decides to...
(OPTION B1) West
Shoot the Cowbot's weapon.
(OPTION B2) West
Shoot the Cowbot in the head.
(OPTION B1) West
BZZT! Cowbot's weapon gets vaporized before he could even squeeze the trigger! Blasting him again in the head, he plops to the ground and short-circuits. Twirling the gun into her holster, Alya sets up her communications transponder and turns on the S.O.S signal... A ship labeled The Star Tracker II dips into the atmosphere, the coordinates on the dashboard leading to the dam. Jack, the mares boyfriend, is piloting this ship. As the signal gets stronger, he sits in awe of the inconceivably ballooned alligator with his girlfriend sitting atop his head. He was worried at first, now finally relieved to see she's okay. THE END
(OPTION B2) West
BZZT! The Cowbot gets shot in the head! Mid-fall, he fires off a round right into the reptiles enormous belly and- KABOOM! the electric burn of the shot mixed with the helium-alligator explodes the dam and floods the gorge... Washing up on the tower stairway down the Eastern side, the horse gurgles as she lays there weakly. With a bloated girth of water and no radio, she gives an especially long sigh for the loss of her ship... To make matters worse, the reptiles stands over the girl with a big bandage across his tummy, a look of revenge can be seen sharply in his eye... THE END
Category Story / Inflation
Species Horse
Gender Female
Size 135 x 105px
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