"Come on You can do it! I'll run with you!" You say, taking up jogging next to her.
She seems pleased by your encouragement moving faster and commenting that she can hold back harder if she just tries.
Unfortunately, your 2 foot body can't keep u with your words, an you almost collapse with exhaustion after your first lap.
"Hey, jussst ressst and loin me later okay. We'll get through thisss"
You nod, sitting down heavily on the floor and watching as she takes off for another lap.
Then you start to hear a strange buzzing sound. You glance around by can't see what's causing it.
"Oooh! It'zzz not often I szee a zzztudent at my sizzze. What a lucky day!"
The voice come from above and you loop up just in time to see a great purple abdomen descending on you. I squelches over your head, plunging you instantly into darkness and the wet internal sounds of what was apparently a fly-girl's lower entrance.
You are stunned for the fir few moments, allowing the merrily buzzing fly to wriggle down over your shoulders. At that point it was too late for you, your arms pinned to your sides uselessly as she squelches down over more of your body, already reaching your lap. Surely Sasha would turn and notice you soon, right. She was focused on moving, but how long before she turned the corner in the lap?
"Oooh!" The girl buzzed "What a prizzze! But itzz time to buzzz off!"
Suddenly, you feel yourself start to be lifted of the ground, the feint buzzing intensifying as she pumps her wings to hoist you up with her. Her abdomen keeps working on you slurping up your legs more quickly than she was rising, until finally you feet left the floor, the opening pausing at your ankles for a moment as she strained to fly away. Finally gaining momentum, the fly could relax a little, a final flex slurping the last of you inside her bulging backside.
Sasha turns the next corner of the pitch, panting as she slithers as quickly as she can manage. She idly watches as small purple girl with wings buzzes away into the nearby forest. It must be hard for those ones, stuck at prey size in a predator's world. She glanced back over to where Delilah had collapsed, but was disappointed to see she had gone. She sighed, already exhausted from her run. With this hit to her morale, she worried she - or moreover her friends - wouldn't make it. Even more frighteningly, the more tired she got, the less she found herself caring.
She was just so tired and there was so much ore to go... would it really be so bad if she gave up and rested? Mrs Chieftain may well have set a deliberately impossible task as punishment. She had tried, tried hard. Maybe she deserved a rest... Maybe she even deserved... a meal.
