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Running through the dilapidated temple, the gravid bellied, violet haired, clad in red Shantae struggles. Jumping from platform to platform, crossing the divides of the broken floor is far from easy. With each jump, she lands on both feet but teeters forward, her heavy breasts and even heavier belly propelling her forward, as if gravity itself is trying to bring her down. Accompanying every jump is the need to readjust her top. The small golden ring that binds her brassiere together strains from the added girth of her breasts, this causes Shantae to pause before making yet another jump.

“I can’t believe this! This is the third or fourth time I’ve had to readjust my top!” Shantae yammers on with more complaints about her sudden pregnancy. The red fabric of her top is pulled so thin that her dark, large areolas are actually visible. Aware of this, Shantae covers up her breasts in shame.

“W-why am I even doing this? There isn’t anyone around to see me…” Shantae says as she taps her two index fingers together. She then lowers her hands, letting them dangle at her side as she walks forward, leaning backwards. Each footstep thumps on the ground, causing a loud sound to echo throughout the darkened corridors. Sighing audibly as she continues her exploration, Shantae eventually comes to another break in the temple.

“Alright, girl, time to jump through some nonsense with minimal effort!” Shantae says to herself as she sees multiple platforms, broken floor chunks held up by pillars. She runs to the edge, prepares to jump, but stops and leans forward, her awkward center of gravity making her jump difficult.

“Jeez, this again? Really? Ok, calm down…one…two…three!” Shantae counts down before making a leap. Steadying her belly with one hand, reaching out with the other for balance, Shantae clears the first platform easily.

“There we go! Let’s do it again!” Shantae confidently shouts as she makes her second jump. Several jumps later, a now weary Shantae falls to her rear, wiping sweat from her brow and off her recently impregnated belly. As she continues to wipe sweat from her belly, a gentle nudge rubs up against her hand. Shantae pulls her hand back suddenly but instead of freaking out, her lips curl an awkward smile.

“I-I guess you aren’t so bad.” Shantae says down to her belly, expecting whatever is inside her to be able to hear her words. Shantae sits there, looking down at her belly, waiting in silence.

“Nothing? You kick and smash around inside me as I try to leap around but now that I’m trying to talk to you, nothing? Thanks, kid.” Shantae says as she folds her arms over her chest and lets out a deep harrumph.

“Ho ho ho! Look at you!” A familiar, treacherous, and not the least bit welcomed voice rings out through the hallways. Shantae tries to jump to her feet but only manages to stumble her way to something that resembles standing.

“Risky Boots!” Shantae cries out as she looks around the darkened temple, trying to find the dangerous pirate.

“Oh my, Shantae, you look dreadful!” Risky shouts from the darkness. Her voice gives Shantae a focal point to turn towards.

“I can see you, you know that, right?” Shantae calls out as she clenches her fists so tight her fingers turn white. Down the hallway, shrouded by darkness is the silhouette of Risky Boots.

“Your stupid hat gives you away!” Shantae cries out again. Hearing this, the pirate shrinks back into the darkness. As she does, bright yellow eyes, belonging to Tinkerbats, several sets of them rush forward from the darkness.

“Eeek!” Shantae shrieks as eight Tinkerbats, each one armed with a cutlass, rush towards her. Shantae immediately strikes defensive pose but before she can even begin to plot her next move, a rumbling, tumbling feeling radiates through her belly. Looking down at her pregnant swell, she sees the child inside shift sides entirely.

“Aw, gross!” She shouts as she turns pale in the face. The Tinkerbats continue their advance. Shantae manages to regain her composure before they’re upon her. She leans her head back, takes a step forward, and whips her long, thick, purple hair. With one swing, she wraps her hair around the hand of one of the Tinkerbats. Pulling hard, tugging down, she manages to bereave her target of his cutlass. The blade twirls in the air with all eyes looking up at it.

“Alright!” Shantae shouts as she jumps high and grasps the cutlass by its hilt. With a single downward strike, she dispatches the disarmed Tinkerbat. Seeing this from the shadows, Risky puts her face in her left palm and looks away.

“You runts are….a-are…ugh.” Shantae begins to taunt only to stutter her next words. The baby once again shifts, making Shantae markedly uncomfortable. Distracted, the Tinkerbats begin swinging wildly at the pregnant half-genie. Snapping back to reality just in time, Shantae manages to parry aside several slashes. Despite her condition, she displays a high degree of her usual agility and continues to dispatch Tinkerbat after Tinkerbat. One makes for a stab, only to be beheaded in a single slash, while two more attempt to surround Shantae. She twirls her hair around. Using her hair like a club, she takes out the legs of these two Tinkerbats and then twists to fast them. She pulls the cutlass to the side, eliminating these two. Now, down to just four Tinketbats, Risky realizes it’s time to retreat. Shantae sees the pirate’s silhouette fade away.

“You vile villain! Risky! G-get…oh, ohhhh.” Shantae begins to call out to her longtime foe only for her baby to yet again, assail her innards. Distracted, Shantae lowers her guard for just a moment. The black skinned, yellow eyed, bandana clad Tinketbats surround her. Each one pulls their blades back over their shoulders with the intent on bringing them straight down on the weakened Shantae. Woozy and slightly nauseated, Shantae manages to register the danger she’s in.

“Eek! Woah!” She shrieks as she ducks to the ground, landing on her knees and elbows, holding her rear in the air, she manages to avoid the barrage of strikes entirely. Shantae feels the cold, cold floor on more than just her knees and elbows. She looks down and sees her heavy belly rubbing against the cold floor. She looks up and witnesses all the remaining Tinkerbats fall over.

“Wait, what?” Shantae says in awe. Crawling forward, she looks at one of the Tinkerbats, who was clumsily killed by his own comrades.

“Wow! They all hit each other?! Minimal effort win!” She further exclaims as she rises. Looking around, Shantae shakes her head at the sight of the awkwardly dead Tinkerbats.

“Grrr, good for nothings. Can’t even eliminate that half-genie manatee! Rah!” Risky exclaims as she makes her escape before Shantae can give persuit. Risky eventually jumps out a side window and slides down towards more of her Tinkerbat minions await her. Four run forward, carrying a lavish sedan chair with them. They kneel down and bow before their matron. With a scuff, Risky slowly climbs onto the padded chair. Her minions hoist it high and carry her off towards her small frigate. There, in the caved in base of the temple, floating atop the dark ocean waves, rests Risky’s mobile base of operations.

“It seems everything is going according to plan…w-with minor hiccups.” Risky says as she pulls her hat down and lays it over her lap. She smiles a vicious smile as her loyal subjects continue to carry her on her way. After reaching the camp that rests on the broken floors of the temple, Risky disembarks and runs as fast as she can to her command tent. There, a lonely figure squirms. Sporting bright blue hair, a yellow bandana, and beat, well-worn clothes, Bolo remains tied to the center pillar of Risky’s command tent. Bound and gagged, all he does is manage to murmur a few grunts and growls towards his captor.

“Hohoho, Bolo, my dear. Don’t worry, Shantae will be here soon! But don’t…d-don’t, hold on.” Risky begins to taunt her captive and turns away and catches her breath before turning back to continue her boasting.

“Don’t think she’s saving you this time!” Risky finishes her taunt as Bolo struggles to wiggle himself free. Risky laughs at this futile display. Meanwhile, Shantae rests as she takes in the situation.

“Ok, so, I’m stuck in this temple that is filled with Risky and her Tinkerbats. No big deal. I have this sword, a bonus.” Shantae says as she sits on her rear, legs splayed out. Leaning against the cold wall she holds the sword up with both hands and looks stern before setting it to the side and continues her monologue.

“Sky has been driven out due to whatever magic nonsense created…this.” Shantae says as she then lays both her hands atop her pregnant belly.

“There’s…this thing.” Shantae adds as she points down at her belly, as if she expects someone to take notice.

“And on top of that, I still need to find Bolo!” Shantae shouts as she throws herself forward and slams her face into both palms.

“W-well…at least I know Risky is behind all this.” Shantae says, reaching out and grasping the hilt of the cutlass. Dragging it close, she uses it to prop her heavy body up.

“And I have this!” Shantae exclaims gleefully as she swings the cutlass up with both hands.

“I had best hold onto this. It may come in useful, with my transformations being…somewhat less than viable and whatnot.” Shantae adds as she looks down at her round belly. Cocking her head to the side and closing her eyes, Shantae tries her hardest to relax before throwing the cutlass over her right shoulder and taking off full speed after the dastardly Risky Boots. Meanwhile, on the surface, Sky tends to the steadfast falcon, Wrench. The sun has finally gone down, leaving only a tiny trail of purplish hues as stars slowly shine through on the opposite side of the sky.

“Boy, oh boy, Wrench. This trip has taken a considerable turn for the worse. Shantae’s gotten herself into a nasty…situation, to say the least.” Sky says as she runs her hand across Wrench’s sleek beak. He appears largely unfazed by Sky’s words.

“Look, we need to find a way to get you in there. If we could find an opening that you could easily fly through, we could rescue Shantae and Bolo, where he is. Man, I sure hope she’s found him by now.” Sky begins to plan ahead. She snaps her fingers in sudden realization.

“Oh crap, we may have an issue. W-Wrench, did we ever figure out how much weight you can carry?” Sky asks her loyal companion. This elicits a quick, jerking glance at her.

“I bet you can handle me, Bolo, and Shantae, but…Shantae’s got a passenger of her own now.” Sky says as she goes pale in the face and wipes cold sweat from her brow.

“I almost ended up with one myself!” Sky shrieks, startling her falcon. Wrench screeches and flaps his wings aggressively, kicking up dirt and debris, generating a gust nearly powerful enough to knock poor Sky over. Sky manages to wrangle in the disturbed.

After her brief encounter with Risky Boots, Shantae has continued her progress through the dilapidated temple. Nighttime light punches through the broken structure, illuminating the way for Shantae. Running rather slowly, carrying the cutlass over her shoulder with her right hand, cupping her unwanted, clumsily belly with the other, Shantae quickly realizes she’s lost track of Risky. She pauses to catch her breath and walks over to a crack in the wall. Peering through, she sees the outside world, stars gleaming in the sky, the mooning still rising, not yet having reached its apex.

“Aw, it’s so beautiful out right now and I’m stuck in this place.” Shantae murmurs. She puts the cutlass down, propping it up against the wall.

“I usually enjoy this…but then again, I don’t end up p-pre-pregnant every time I step into a dungeon or temple!” Shantae wails and sobs. Hanging her arms out the crack in the wall, her belly smacking against the cold tiles, loses herself. Forgetting her mission to rescue Bolo, losing herself in the direness of her situation, Shantae does not notice what is slowly approaching her. With incredible silence, two large, hulking figures stalk towards Shantae. Their shadows eventually creep over Shantae, alerting her to their presence.

“Oh no you don’t!” Shantae bellows as she whips around, grabbing the sword and flailing her hair in one motion, smacking both approaching enemies in the face. This does little to faze them. They are large, far larger than Shantae, and bright cerulean blue. Two massive crap-like pincers on each arm, a short, lobster like tail, and a hard carapace to go with it. Staring down at Shantae with their singular, yellow eye, the creatures lift their claws, ready to strike.

“Wetmen! Should have known your kind would be around a place like this!” Shantae exclaims, recognizing a familiar foe. She dashes to the left as both crustaceans lunge forward, slamming into the wall, cracking it further. Seeing the opportunity, Shantae runs up behind one of the Wetmen. Approaching with her left leg, she slams it down hard. Holding her belly with her left hand, balancing on the cutlass, Shantae performs a quick turning motion. As she does, she brings up her right leg and thrusts it hard with all her might.

“Hiiiiyahh!” Shantae shouts as her foot slams right into the back of the beast’s carapace. It slams further into the cracked wall, breaking it away entirely, and tumbling to the ocean.

“That’s one!” Shantae says as she jumps, excited at her accomplishment. Her excitement doesn’t last long as the remaining Wetman charges towards Shantae, both pincers mashing unceasingly. It reaches out and attempts to grab the pregnant heroine with both pincers. Shantae manages to jump up and over the creature. As she flies over, she holds the cutlass downwards with both hands and lets her full, newly enhanced weight, drive the point, quite literally. There is an audible ting as the cutlass simply slides off the mighty creature’s natural armor. Shantae lands on its back. She is alarmed that her attack failed. The creature bellows and bucks, shaking Shantae off.

“Ouch! Guess that’s not going to work…” Shantae whispers to herself as she rolls off her rear and rubs her belly. The creature turns again, raising both pincers and prepares for a crushing, downward strike of its own. As it moves, Shantae shifts on the floor, kneeling on both knees. She holds the cutlass with both hands, right above her belly, and thrusts upwards this time, nailing the creature right in its only eye. Fluids rush from the injury as the creature swipes frantically at the cutlass. Shantae leaves it impeded in the beast as she scurries to her feet.

“Wow! I didn’t think it would be that stupid!” She says as she leans forward and cups her belly with both hands. The sudden commotion has caused her unwanted passenger to wake up. Flipping around, tumbling, and finally jabbing Shantae in the ribs, the baby inside causes her much discomfort. She lets go of her belly and leans forward even more, placing both hands on her knees.

“Oh no, stop, pleasseeee! Stop!” Shantae screams down to her fecundity. It does nothing. Shantae grits her teeth and looks up, seeing the lone, eyeless Wetman continue to swipe at the cutlass longed in his face.

“I-I can’t afford to lose that!” She proclaims. Shantae runs forward as fast as she can. She jumps onto the creature’s back and slams her belly down on it. She brings both hands to the shoulder parts of the creature’s carapace and pulls hard, shifting its balance. Using her new found weight, Shantae manages to guide the Wetman to the massive hole in the wall. Shantae then pulls back on more time, causing the beast to tumble out of the hole. Before going down with it, Shantae crawls forward and leaps off the beast. Her long purple hair snaps back and wraps around the cutlass’s handle.

“Gotcha!” Shantae says as she pumps both fists. Tugging hard, she manages to reclaim the blade as the large crustacean falls just like its comrade from earlier. Turning to look over the edge, Shantae witnesses the massive splash as the Wetman hits the water.

“Alright! I’m still in one piece! And look at you, the extra weight came in handy!” Shantae gleefully chatters to herself before rubbing her left hand across the expanse of skin that makes up her pregnant midsection.

“If you’re going to make it hard to transform, I might as well put you to some g-good…good….good use!” Shantae squeals, first continuing her high spirits, only to have them taper off as her unwanted cargo shifts inside her yet again. This sends shivers down Shantae’s spine, straight through her hips, down her knees, and to her very ankles.

“Ew! Enough, we have to get going!” Shantae bellows as she begins a slow pace that quickens into a run. Meanwhile, back at her ship, Risky sits atop a closed chest. Her large, flamboyant purple hat rests on her lap. A trim of light red goes across the top, skull and crossbones adorns the center. A red and white striped bandana is tightly tied across Risky’s cranium. It’s long and trails down to her waist. Beneath it is Risky’s deep, Tyrian purple hair hands to the sides, framing her face. Her purple brassiere is masterfully crafted into the shape of an ominous skull. In her right hand, she holds a large scimitar. With her left, she slowly pulls it across a pumice stone. She methodically sharpens her blade. With each sliding motion, her crimson eyes follow the blade.

“The first part of my master plan has gone over without a hitch! Shantae, when you finally get here, you’ll be so tired from lugging that treasure chest of yours around that you will finally, finally meet you end!” Risky cackles as she continues to sharpen her blade. Each swipe of the pumice is slow and deliberate. Her army of Tinkerbats are hard at work, buzzing around like worker bees while their queen sits on her throne. A devilish smile spreads across her periwinkle face.

“Soon, v-very…ugh. Stop.” Risky continues relish in the moment but pauses and stiffens up. She sets the pumice down and brings her left hand to her mouth. The blueish hue of her skin fades to a pale white.

“I am…I am so sick of this.” Risky says as she releases a nauseated burp. Immediately after belching, she closes her eyes and leans back. A subtle movement jars the hat on her lap, forcing Risky’s eyes open.

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Running through the dilapidated temple, the gravid bellied, violet haired, clad in red Shantae struggles. Jumping from platform to platform, crossing the divides of the broken floor is far from easy. With each jump, she lands on both feet but teeters forward, her heavy breasts and even heavier belly propelling her forward, as if gravity itself is trying to bring her down. Accompanying every jump is the need to readjust her top. The small golden ring that binds her brassiere together strains from the added girth of her breasts, this causes Shantae to pause before making yet another jump.

“I can’t believe this! This is the third or fourth time I’ve had to readjust my top!” Shantae yammers on with more complaints about her sudden pregnancy. The red fabric of her top is pulled so thin that her dark, large areolas are actually visible. Aware of this, Shantae covers up her breasts in shame.

“W-why am I even doing this? There isn’t anyone around to see me…” Shantae says as she taps her two index fingers together. She then lowers her hands, letting them dangle at her side as she walks forward, leaning backwards. Each footstep thumps on the ground, causing a loud sound to echo throughout the darkened corridors. Sighing audibly as she continues her exploration, Shantae eventually comes to another break in the temple.

“Alright, girl, time to jump through some nonsense with minimal effort!” Shantae says to herself as she sees multiple platforms, broken floor chunks held up by pillars. She runs to the edge, prepares to jump, but stops and leans forward, her awkward center of gravity making her jump difficult.

“Jeez, this again? Really? Ok, calm down…one…two…three!” Shantae counts down before making a leap. Steadying her belly with one hand, reaching out with the other for balance, Shantae clears the first platform easily.

“There we go! Let’s do it again!” Shantae confidently shouts as she makes her second jump. Several jumps later, a now weary Shantae falls to her rear, wiping sweat from her brow and off her recently impregnated belly. As she continues to wipe sweat from her belly, a gentle nudge rubs up against her hand. Shantae pulls her hand back suddenly but instead of freaking out, her lips curl an awkward smile.

“I-I guess you aren’t so bad.” Shantae says down to her belly, expecting whatever is inside her to be able to hear her words. Shantae sits there, looking down at her belly, waiting in silence.

“Nothing? You kick and smash around inside me as I try to leap around but now that I’m trying to talk to you, nothing? Thanks, kid.” Shantae says as she folds her arms over her chest and lets out a deep harrumph.

“Ho ho ho! Look at you!” A familiar, treacherous, and not the least bit welcomed voice rings out through the hallways. Shantae tries to jump to her feet but only manages to stumble her way to something that resembles standing.

“Risky Boots!” Shantae cries out as she looks around the darkened temple, trying to find the dangerous pirate.

“Oh my, Shantae, you look dreadful!” Risky shouts from the darkness. Her voice gives Shantae a focal point to turn towards.

“I can see you, you know that, right?” Shantae calls out as she clenches her fists so tight her fingers turn white. Down the hallway, shrouded by darkness is the silhouette of Risky Boots.

“Your stupid hat gives you away!” Shantae cries out again. Hearing this, the pirate shrinks back into the darkness. As she does, bright yellow eyes, belonging to Tinkerbats, several sets of them rush forward from the darkness.

“Eeek!” Shantae shrieks as eight Tinkerbats, each one armed with a cutlass, rush towards her. Shantae immediately strikes defensive pose but before she can even begin to plot her next move, a rumbling, tumbling feeling radiates through her belly. Looking down at her pregnant swell, she sees the child inside shift sides entirely.

“Aw, gross!” She shouts as she turns pale in the face. The Tinkerbats continue their advance. Shantae manages to regain her composure before they’re upon her. She leans her head back, takes a step forward, and whips her long, thick, purple hair. With one swing, she wraps her hair around the hand of one of the Tinkerbats. Pulling hard, tugging down, she manages to bereave her target of his cutlass. The blade twirls in the air with all eyes looking up at it.

“Alright!” Shantae shouts as she jumps high and grasps the cutlass by its hilt. With a single downward strike, she dispatches the disarmed Tinkerbat. Seeing this from the shadows, Risky puts her face in her left palm and looks away.

“You runts are….a-are…ugh.” Shantae begins to taunt only to stutter her next words. The baby once again shifts, making Shantae markedly uncomfortable. Distracted, the Tinkerbats begin swinging wildly at the pregnant half-genie. Snapping back to reality just in time, Shantae manages to parry aside several slashes. Despite her condition, she displays a high degree of her usual agility and continues to dispatch Tinkerbat after Tinkerbat. One makes for a stab, only to be beheaded in a single slash, while two more attempt to surround Shantae. She twirls her hair around. Using her hair like a club, she takes out the legs of these two Tinkerbats and then twists to fast them. She pulls the cutlass to the side, eliminating these two. Now, down to just four Tinketbats, Risky realizes it’s time to retreat. Shantae sees the pirate’s silhouette fade away.

“You vile villain! Risky! G-get…oh, ohhhh.” Shantae begins to call out to her longtime foe only for her baby to yet again, assail her innards. Distracted, Shantae lowers her guard for just a moment. The black skinned, yellow eyed, bandana clad Tinketbats surround her. Each one pulls their blades back over their shoulders with the intent on bringing them straight down on the weakened Shantae. Woozy and slightly nauseated, Shantae manages to register the danger she’s in.

“Eek! Woah!” She shrieks as she ducks to the ground, landing on her knees and elbows, holding her rear in the air, she manages to avoid the barrage of strikes entirely. Shantae feels the cold, cold floor on more than just her knees and elbows. She looks down and sees her heavy belly rubbing against the cold floor. She looks up and witnesses all the remaining Tinkerbats fall over.

“Wait, what?” Shantae says in awe. Crawling forward, she looks at one of the Tinkerbats, who was clumsily killed by his own comrades.

“Wow! They all hit each other?! Minimal effort win!” She further exclaims as she rises. Looking around, Shantae shakes her head at the sight of the awkwardly dead Tinkerbats.

“Grrr, good for nothings. Can’t even eliminate that half-genie manatee! Rah!” Risky exclaims as she makes her escape before Shantae can give persuit. Risky eventually jumps out a side window and slides down towards more of her Tinkerbat minions await her. Four run forward, carrying a lavish sedan chair with them. They kneel down and bow before their matron. With a scuff, Risky slowly climbs onto the padded chair. Her minions hoist it high and carry her off towards her small frigate. There, in the caved in base of the temple, floating atop the dark ocean waves, rests Risky’s mobile base of operations.

“It seems everything is going according to plan…w-with minor hiccups.” Risky says as she pulls her hat down and lays it over her lap. She smiles a vicious smile as her loyal subjects continue to carry her on her way. After reaching the camp that rests on the broken floors of the temple, Risky disembarks and runs as fast as she can to her command tent. There, a lonely figure squirms. Sporting bright blue hair, a yellow bandana, and beat, well-worn clothes, Bolo remains tied to the center pillar of Risky’s command tent. Bound and gagged, all he does is manage to murmur a few grunts and growls towards his captor.

“Hohoho, Bolo, my dear. Don’t worry, Shantae will be here soon! But don’t…d-don’t, hold on.” Risky begins to taunt her captive and turns away and catches her breath before turning back to continue her boasting.

“Don’t think she’s saving you this time!” Risky finishes her taunt as Bolo struggles to wiggle himself free. Risky laughs at this futile display. Meanwhile, Shantae rests as she takes in the situation.

“Ok, so, I’m stuck in this temple that is filled with Risky and her Tinkerbats. No big deal. I have this sword, a bonus.” Shantae says as she sits on her rear, legs splayed out. Leaning against the cold wall she holds the sword up with both hands and looks stern before setting it to the side and continues her monologue.

“Sky has been driven out due to whatever magic nonsense created…this.” Shantae says as she then lays both her hands atop her pregnant belly.

“There’s…this thing.” Shantae adds as she points down at her belly, as if she expects someone to take notice.

“And on top of that, I still need to find Bolo!” Shantae shouts as she throws herself forward and slams her face into both palms.

“W-well…at least I know Risky is behind all this.” Shantae says, reaching out and grasping the hilt of the cutlass. Dragging it close, she uses it to prop her heavy body up.

“And I have this!” Shantae exclaims gleefully as she swings the cutlass up with both hands.

“I had best hold onto this. It may come in useful, with my transformations being…somewhat less than viable and whatnot.” Shantae adds as she looks down at her round belly. Cocking her head to the side and closing her eyes, Shantae tries her hardest to relax before throwing the cutlass over her right shoulder and taking off full speed after the dastardly Risky Boots. Meanwhile, on the surface, Sky tends to the steadfast falcon, Wrench. The sun has finally gone down, leaving only a tiny trail of purplish hues as stars slowly shine through on the opposite side of the sky.

“Boy, oh boy, Wrench. This trip has taken a considerable turn for the worse. Shantae’s gotten herself into a nasty…situation, to say the least.” Sky says as she runs her hand across Wrench’s sleek beak. He appears largely unfazed by Sky’s words.

“Look, we need to find a way to get you in there. If we could find an opening that you could easily fly through, we could rescue Shantae and Bolo, where he is. Man, I sure hope she’s found him by now.” Sky begins to plan ahead. She snaps her fingers in sudden realization.

“Oh crap, we may have an issue. W-Wrench, did we ever figure out how much weight you can carry?” Sky asks her loyal companion. This elicits a quick, jerking glance at her.

“I bet you can handle me, Bolo, and Shantae, but…Shantae’s got a passenger of her own now.” Sky says as she goes pale in the face and wipes cold sweat from her brow.

“I almost ended up with one myself!” Sky shrieks, startling her falcon. Wrench screeches and flaps his wings aggressively, kicking up dirt and debris, generating a gust nearly powerful enough to knock poor Sky over. Sky manages to wrangle in the disturbed.

After her brief encounter with Risky Boots, Shantae has continued her progress through the dilapidated temple. Nighttime light punches through the broken structure, illuminating the way for Shantae. Running rather slowly, carrying the cutlass over her shoulder with her right hand, cupping her unwanted, clumsily belly with the other, Shantae quickly realizes she’s lost track of Risky. She pauses to catch her breath and walks over to a crack in the wall. Peering through, she sees the outside world, stars gleaming in the sky, the mooning still rising, not yet having reached its apex.

“Aw, it’s so beautiful out right now and I’m stuck in this place.” Shantae murmurs. She puts the cutlass down, propping it up against the wall.

“I usually enjoy this…but then again, I don’t end up p-pre-pregnant every time I step into a dungeon or temple!” Shantae wails and sobs. Hanging her arms out the crack in the wall, her belly smacking against the cold tiles, loses herself. Forgetting her mission to rescue Bolo, losing herself in the direness of her situation, Shantae does not notice what is slowly approaching her. With incredible silence, two large, hulking figures stalk towards Shantae. Their shadows eventually creep over Shantae, alerting her to their presence.

“Oh no you don’t!” Shantae bellows as she whips around, grabbing the sword and flailing her hair in one motion, smacking both approaching enemies in the face. This does little to faze them. They are large, far larger than Shantae, and bright cerulean blue. Two massive crap-like pincers on each arm, a short, lobster like tail, and a hard carapace to go with it. Staring down at Shantae with their singular, yellow eye, the creatures lift their claws, ready to strike.

“Wetmen! Should have known your kind would be around a place like this!” Shantae exclaims, recognizing a familiar foe. She dashes to the left as both crustaceans lunge forward, slamming into the wall, cracking it further. Seeing the opportunity, Shantae runs up behind one of the Wetmen. Approaching with her left leg, she slams it down hard. Holding her belly with her left hand, balancing on the cutlass, Shantae performs a quick turning motion. As she does, she brings up her right leg and thrusts it hard with all her might.

“Hiiiiyahh!” Shantae shouts as her foot slams right into the back of the beast’s carapace. It slams further into the cracked wall, breaking it away entirely, and tumbling to the ocean.

“That’s one!” Shantae says as she jumps, excited at her accomplishment. Her excitement doesn’t last long as the remaining Wetman charges towards Shantae, both pincers mashing unceasingly. It reaches out and attempts to grab the pregnant heroine with both pincers. Shantae manages to jump up and over the creature. As she flies over, she holds the cutlass downwards with both hands and lets her full, newly enhanced weight, drive the point, quite literally. There is an audible ting as the cutlass simply slides off the mighty creature’s natural armor. Shantae lands on its back. She is alarmed that her attack failed. The creature bellows and bucks, shaking Shantae off.

“Ouch! Guess that’s not going to work…” Shantae whispers to herself as she rolls off her rear and rubs her belly. The creature turns again, raising both pincers and prepares for a crushing, downward strike of its own. As it moves, Shantae shifts on the floor, kneeling on both knees. She holds the cutlass with both hands, right above her belly, and thrusts upwards this time, nailing the creature right in its only eye. Fluids rush from the injury as the creature swipes frantically at the cutlass. Shantae leaves it impeded in the beast as she scurries to her feet.

“Wow! I didn’t think it would be that stupid!” She says as she leans forward and cups her belly with both hands. The sudden commotion has caused her unwanted passenger to wake up. Flipping around, tumbling, and finally jabbing Shantae in the ribs, the baby inside causes her much discomfort. She lets go of her belly and leans forward even more, placing both hands on her knees.

“Oh no, stop, pleasseeee! Stop!” Shantae screams down to her fecundity. It does nothing. Shantae grits her teeth and looks up, seeing the lone, eyeless Wetman continue to swipe at the cutlass longed in his face.

“I-I can’t afford to lose that!” She proclaims. Shantae runs forward as fast as she can. She jumps onto the creature’s back and slams her belly down on it. She brings both hands to the shoulder parts of the creature’s carapace and pulls hard, shifting its balance. Using her new found weight, Shantae manages to guide the Wetman to the massive hole in the wall. Shantae then pulls back on more time, causing the beast to tumble out of the hole. Before going down with it, Shantae crawls forward and leaps off the beast. Her long purple hair snaps back and wraps around the cutlass’s handle.

“Gotcha!” Shantae says as she pumps both fists. Tugging hard, she manages to reclaim the blade as the large crustacean falls just like its comrade from earlier. Turning to look over the edge, Shantae witnesses the massive splash as the Wetman hits the water.

“Alright! I’m still in one piece! And look at you, the extra weight came in handy!” Shantae gleefully chatters to herself before rubbing her left hand across the expanse of skin that makes up her pregnant midsection.

“If you’re going to make it hard to transform, I might as well put you to some g-good…good….good use!” Shantae squeals, first continuing her high spirits, only to have them taper off as her unwanted cargo shifts inside her yet again. This sends shivers down Shantae’s spine, straight through her hips, down her knees, and to her very ankles.

“Ew! Enough, we have to get going!” Shantae bellows as she begins a slow pace that quickens into a run. Meanwhile, back at her ship, Risky sits atop a closed chest. Her large, flamboyant purple hat rests on her lap. A trim of light red goes across the top, skull and crossbones adorns the center. A red and white striped bandana is tightly tied across Risky’s cranium. It’s long and trails down to her waist. Beneath it is Risky’s deep, Tyrian purple hair hands to the sides, framing her face. Her purple brassiere is masterfully crafted into the shape of an ominous skull. In her right hand, she holds a large scimitar. With her left, she slowly pulls it across a pumice stone. She methodically sharpens her blade. With each sliding motion, her crimson eyes follow the blade.

“The first part of my master plan has gone over without a hitch! Shantae, when you finally get here, you’ll be so tired from lugging that treasure chest of yours around that you will finally, finally meet you end!” Risky cackles as she continues to sharpen her blade. Each swipe of the pumice is slow and deliberate. Her army of Tinkerbats are hard at work, buzzing around like worker bees while their queen sits on her throne. A devilish smile spreads across her periwinkle face.

“Soon, v-very…ugh. Stop.” Risky continues relish in the moment but pauses and stiffens up. She sets the pumice down and brings her left hand to her mouth. The blueish hue of her skin fades to a pale white.

“I am…I am so sick of this.” Risky says as she releases a nauseated burp. Immediately after belching, she closes her eyes and leans back. A subtle movement jars the hat on her lap, forcing Risky’s eyes open.