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I'll get to Astro phase 2 for , but for now, here's a request by He wanted to make life of his OC, Malana, hell, so here it is.

“Where do you think you’re going, Pink Cake?” mocked the Terror Toad as he blocked Malana’s escape. The monster’s bloated body was enough to sent fear down her spine.

Malana still in her Mystic Pink Ranger form, but not that would be useful. She had fought with all her strength along with her teammates, only to be beaten and left in pain. Left, because all other Mystic Rangers were then in Terror Toad’s stomach. Their helmets showed fear as they became nothing more than tattoos on monster’s sick stomach. She could hear them, but she mustn’t give up yet.

Maybe she should. With flippered hand, the Toad struck Malana’s head hard. The girl was sent flying onto empty ground. When she tried to get up, she realized something horrible: her helmet was knocked from her head. She was left exposed.

The Toad belched with disgusting sound. The foul poisonous air invaded Malana’s nose, making her scream. The pain was nothing like she ever felt. Her body felt tightened. It was like Terror Toad did something to her.

“No....” Her entire body was throbbing with pain, making escape impossible.

“Don’t you miss your friends, Ranger?” The Terror Toad rubbed her stomach, where the Rangers helmets tattoos located.

Malana could hear them, moaning, grunting, and sobbing in despair. They all begged her to release them from this hell, a hell which slowly absorbing their mind.

Mystic Pink was given the horrible view of her friends. The Toad made his stomach transparent so she could see the rest of Mystic Force Rangers struggling in vain inside. Swarms of tentacles wrapped and invade their body. Gastric slime smeared all over their suit, even into their throat.

Mystic Red was defenseless, pathetic. His neck bulged with every slime packet delivered. The phoenix spirit dying as it was continuously drained. The life force in his eyes faded before the Ranger became limp.

The monster laughed at his new absorbed power. He rubbed the stomach faster, making the Rangers screamed in pain and insanity.

“Stop, I... I’ll do anything for you!” Tears fell from Malana’s eyes. This made Toad even more satisfied. “I... I am a slave to you. Please don’t hurt them.”

She felt herself useless. She was the last Mystic Ranger left, and she begged for mercy on this disgusting monster.

The creatured towered before her. “I have great plans for you, Little Pink Slave. I know you lie about your surrender now, but I will make you sincere.”

A smile opened on Toad’s fang-filled mouth. His stomach grumbled and deforming. He suddenly tilt his head over the top, making his REAL face just below the neck could be seen.

From this flattened mouth, a tentacles shoot out and grabbed Malana’s legs. It pulled her hard, even sent her flying into the maw.

Pain, that was all she could remember as the lines of fangs pulled her deeper. She screamed for help, but the Terror Toad just mock her by forcing other Rangers screamed too.

“Yes, Rangers, scream! SCREAM! Scream for your miserable life! You all are mine now!” The Toad’s real eyes looked at Malana. “And you will lure other Rangers here. They wouldn’t realize the entertainment I made!”

Even though Terror Toad’s real stomach looked just like a two-dimensional outside, the interior was enough for Mystic Pink. Just enough to stuff her in, and left her immobilized by the fat around her. Her form bulged with useless struggle.

She tried to break free, but even her hands couldn’t be moved. She liked in a cocoon of foul, smelly fat. The smell got smellier, making her dizzy. “What... What is happening? I can’t... breathe.”

“Suck all that air, Mystic Pink. Soon, you won’t remember yourself.”

“No... No... I must fight.... This smells good.... Master.... No! Malana, you got to fight it! Fight the Rangers.... My friends gone.... I want to join them... Their moans and grunts... Such beauty.... Slimy slime... Slimy slime....”

Terror Toad’s face was in her mind, and nothing else. Something told her to open her mouth wide as the cocoon was flushed by the gastric slime. She shouted and laughed, losing her mind in the process. She liked this, she LOVED this. She wanted more.

The slimes solidified into latex-like substance all over her Ranger suit. Squeaking sounds made Malana more aroused and drowned deeper into the brainwashing. Terror Toad was her master.

Her friends laughed hard at their own downfall. The Red Ranger yelled at his own pathetic fight. Each Ranger made fun of themselves in permanent mindless state. All their Mystic Spirit absorbed and forced to serve the monster

Malana saw her Mystic Phone, now adorned with the symbol of Terror Toad. She couldn’t wait to use it.

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I'll get to Astro phase 2 for , but for now, here's a request by He wanted to make life of his OC, Malana, hell, so here it is.

“Where do you think you’re going, Pink Cake?” mocked the Terror Toad as he blocked Malana’s escape. The monster’s bloated body was enough to sent fear down her spine.

Malana still in her Mystic Pink Ranger form, but not that would be useful. She had fought with all her strength along with her teammates, only to be beaten and left in pain. Left, because all other Mystic Rangers were then in Terror Toad’s stomach. Their helmets showed fear as they became nothing more than tattoos on monster’s sick stomach. She could hear them, but she mustn’t give up yet.

Maybe she should. With flippered hand, the Toad struck Malana’s head hard. The girl was sent flying onto empty ground. When she tried to get up, she realized something horrible: her helmet was knocked from her head. She was left exposed.

The Toad belched with disgusting sound. The foul poisonous air invaded Malana’s nose, making her scream. The pain was nothing like she ever felt. Her body felt tightened. It was like Terror Toad did something to her.

“No....” Her entire body was throbbing with pain, making escape impossible.

“Don’t you miss your friends, Ranger?” The Terror Toad rubbed her stomach, where the Rangers helmets tattoos located.

Malana could hear them, moaning, grunting, and sobbing in despair. They all begged her to release them from this hell, a hell which slowly absorbing their mind.

Mystic Pink was given the horrible view of her friends. The Toad made his stomach transparent so she could see the rest of Mystic Force Rangers struggling in vain inside. Swarms of tentacles wrapped and invade their body. Gastric slime smeared all over their suit, even into their throat.

Mystic Red was defenseless, pathetic. His neck bulged with every slime packet delivered. The phoenix spirit dying as it was continuously drained. The life force in his eyes faded before the Ranger became limp.

The monster laughed at his new absorbed power. He rubbed the stomach faster, making the Rangers screamed in pain and insanity.

“Stop, I... I’ll do anything for you!” Tears fell from Malana’s eyes. This made Toad even more satisfied. “I... I am a slave to you. Please don’t hurt them.”

She felt herself useless. She was the last Mystic Ranger left, and she begged for mercy on this disgusting monster.

The creatured towered before her. “I have great plans for you, Little Pink Slave. I know you lie about your surrender now, but I will make you sincere.”

A smile opened on Toad’s fang-filled mouth. His stomach grumbled and deforming. He suddenly tilt his head over the top, making his REAL face just below the neck could be seen.

From this flattened mouth, a tentacles shoot out and grabbed Malana’s legs. It pulled her hard, even sent her flying into the maw.

Pain, that was all she could remember as the lines of fangs pulled her deeper. She screamed for help, but the Terror Toad just mock her by forcing other Rangers screamed too.

“Yes, Rangers, scream! SCREAM! Scream for your miserable life! You all are mine now!” The Toad’s real eyes looked at Malana. “And you will lure other Rangers here. They wouldn’t realize the entertainment I made!”

Even though Terror Toad’s real stomach looked just like a two-dimensional outside, the interior was enough for Mystic Pink. Just enough to stuff her in, and left her immobilized by the fat around her. Her form bulged with useless struggle.

She tried to break free, but even her hands couldn’t be moved. She liked in a cocoon of foul, smelly fat. The smell got smellier, making her dizzy. “What... What is happening? I can’t... breathe.”

“Suck all that air, Mystic Pink. Soon, you won’t remember yourself.”

“No... No... I must fight.... This smells good.... Master.... No! Malana, you got to fight it! Fight the Rangers.... My friends gone.... I want to join them... Their moans and grunts... Such beauty.... Slimy slime... Slimy slime....”

Terror Toad’s face was in her mind, and nothing else. Something told her to open her mouth wide as the cocoon was flushed by the gastric slime. She shouted and laughed, losing her mind in the process. She liked this, she LOVED this. She wanted more.

The slimes solidified into latex-like substance all over her Ranger suit. Squeaking sounds made Malana more aroused and drowned deeper into the brainwashing. Terror Toad was her master.

Her friends laughed hard at their own downfall. The Red Ranger yelled at his own pathetic fight. Each Ranger made fun of themselves in permanent mindless state. All their Mystic Spirit absorbed and forced to serve the monster

Malana saw her Mystic Phone, now adorned with the symbol of Terror Toad. She couldn’t wait to use it.