This wasn't exactly the way Gloria had expected her life to go. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, going out to rescue Marty from himself and his own stupidity after his escaping the safety and comfort of the zoo and now here she was, laying on a bed of hay in a crate on a cargo ship, listening to Melman freak out and Alex and Marty bickering with eachother. She sighed and bumped her head against the wall, the ship rocking gently from one side to the other as she finally snapped and said, "Would the two of you please shut the hell up?" That caused both Marty and Alex to fall silent for a moment before Marty asked, "Gloria, don't you think this is a good thing?"

Gloria sighed a little at that, a change of scenery could be nice, but at the same time, all of them were now being taken out of their home and sent off to who knew where. She relaxed a bit and then said, "Marty, I don't know, really. I mean, I won't lie and say that I could probably go for somewhere warm and sunny, but then, we all lived in that zoo for a long time. It's going to be a big change for all of us." She heard Marty sigh and sit down in the crate above her, in part one of the reasons why she'd told both Marty and Alex to shut it. 

It was going to be a long journey to wherever it was that they were going and they were probably going to need some sleep if they were going to make it. They didn't need to be arguing the entire time. It wasn't long before an uneasy silence fell between them, though it really didn't last very long. As Gloria settled down, Marty had to open his smart mouth and the fight between him and Alex started up all over again. 

Gloria rolled her eyes and tried to intervene between them, but it seemed like this time words weren't going to be enough as Alex shoulder tackled the side of his crate to knock into Marty and Marty responded in kind, the sound of wood scraping over the top of her crate masking out the sounds of the ratchet straps straining at the impacts of these large animals going at eachother.

Finally Gloria had enough and snapped, "Don't make me come up there, I'll get the whooping on both of ya'll!" That didn't seem to help as Marty and Alex continued their fighting while Melman devolved into a panicked hyperventilation, begging for everyone to stop fighting. Alex rammed against the crate once more and the snap of the ratchet straps giving way reached their ears.

They didn't really have much time to worry about that as shortly after, the ship pivoted hard to one side as though suddenly changing direction and now unsecured, Marty and Alex's crates went tumbling onto the deck, followed by Melman. Gloria was the last to move, due to her weight, but move she did, sliding onto the deck and towards the others, smashing into them and sending the entire group hurtling into the ocean.

As soon as her crate hit the others, a crack smashed open on the edge of it and water poured in. Thankfully, with the bouency provided by the crate itself and with her being water loving, it didn't really bother her. In fact, she enjoyed it. The cool water washed over her before finding it's way back out again and she soon found herself drifting alone in the ocean.

She sighed a bit and rested her head against the back of the crate as she bobbed up and down on the waves, wondering what would become of her and her friends now. Would they find an island? Would they be rescued? Or would they starve on the waves. Personally, she hoped some other ship would come along and rescue her. Still, the water was nice. And soon, she found that she wouldn't be alone either.

As she lay there, a wave of water crashed over the crate and through the crack in it, two star fish fell onto the floor of the crate. She looked at the little creatures who looked dazed and she smiled before picking them both up and laying them on her chest, "It's okay guys, you are safe." She sighed a bit and relaxed back before jumping slightly as the starfish latched onto her chest. She mmfed a bit, bitting her lip as she felt the suction of the creatures cling to her. She stroked over them a bit and said, "I've seen some humans with this kind of look, heh, now all I need is something for down south."

Gloria sighed a bit and decided to settle in with her new passengers, at least before another wave rocked her crate and a clawing sound reached her ears. She looked back down at the crack in her crate and beheld a strange creature, perhaps a crab? She hadn't really seen a crab before though she had heard about them, sea dwelling creatures with many legs. 

This creature certainly had many legs, eight of them by the looks of it, with no visible eyes and a long prehensile tail. It had two flap on either side of it's body, gills probably, and it seemed to be a off white color. Perhaps it was an albino crab. He skittered over towards her and felt up her legs a bit, feeling along her hers to her groin before pressing a leg into her pussy. She flinched a bit, about to smack the creature when it pulled the limb back and then crawled up onto her and placed it's body against her groin, laying against her.

It's legs were spread, the tips trying to squeeze against her while it's tail tried to wrap around her leg. She looked at it, wondering if perhaps it was just tired, worn out from a long trip. She pet it and it twitched slightly. "Aw, it's okay. I think there's more than enough room in this crate for a blind crab. Don't worry, you can rest here. When we reach land, maybe we'll find one of your friends to help you.

She felt that maybe this creature had lost it's eyes in an accident, or perhaps a fight, and had been aimlessly floating along in the ocean, lost and looking for help. She felt a bit of a kinship in that sense, as that was her in spades, a lost traveler, adrift in the ocean, with no ability to see the world beyond her crate. She sighed a bit and closed her eyes, yawning broadly.

It had been a hectic and intense past few hours, and now that the adreniline was starting to wear off, the sleeping drugs still in her system were starting to take effect again. Medicine intended to keep her passive and calm during the trip would in turn lure her into sleep once again.

As she drifted off into sleep, the creature hugging her groin extended a tube out from it's body, a fleshy ovipositor that felt around her skin before finding her folds and pressing inside, squeezing a bit tighter to her as it flexed and pressed deeper, it's body rhythmically twitching as it began to lay...

It was many hours later that Gloria would find herself waking up, feeling the ground solid beneath her and hope sprang up in her once again. She had made landfall, that was great news. Perhaps she would be able to find humans and the others and get back to where she needed to be. She rubbed her eyes a big and shifted, feeling an unusual feeling in loins, like something had penetrated her.

She looked down and saw the crab thing still hugging her and felt it flex and felt something pass into her womb. She felt her hope immediately turn into rage as she shouted, "Hey! This is not okay! I didn't give you permission to mate with me!" Her yelling caused the starfish to jump off of her and skitter for the edge of the crate and she reached down to grab the creature, trying to pull it off.

To her surprise, the creature clenched to her skin painfully tight and it's tail squeezed around her leg, making it near impossible to pry off, only succeeding in causing bruises on her stomach the harder she tried. She growled a bit and kicked off the bottom of her crate before crawling out as she said, "Look punk, I let you sleep with me because I felt sorry for you, you better stop that!"

The strange crab didn't seem to hear her, or if it did, it didn't care. She sighed a bit and stood up, finding it a bit awkward to stand with the thing hugging her leg like that but she managed it all the same. Her belly felt a bit heavier than normal, like this thing had pumped a lot of seed into her and she wondered how it could have so much in such a small frame.  Or perhaps it wasn't seed at all.

Perhaps it was eggs. Maybe this crab was female... That idea calmed her down a bit, enough to make her look at the creature again with a softer look. Maybe this blind creature was with child and was trying to find the safest place to put it's young. Since it was blind, maybe it didn't realize where it was putting it's eggs. It could even be deaf too and just didn't hear her and didn't understand.

With that thought in mind, she decided to let the creature be. If it was laying eggs, it would probably let go of her when it was done, then she could probably press them out of her and put them somewhere else. If she needed help, she was sure a doctor could help her, I mean they certainly helped Melman a lot.

Speaking of, she wondered where her friends were. Turning her attention back to the beach, she began to walk along it, looking around for any sign of the others, an unopened crate, paw prints, anything that might indicate that they had made landfall before she did. She didn't see anything though, just sand and rocks on the edge of this beach, with swaying palms. She sighed a bit and shook her head, hoping that they were alright. She didn't want to entertain the idea that they may perish on the ocean while she made it. Being the sole survivor of her friends wasn't an appealing idea.

However, her thoughts were interrupted when the creature hugging her suddenly loosened it's grip and then fell to the ground beneath her. She gasped a bit and looked down at the creature, whose legs curled in on itself as it died. She frowned at that, having not expected that, but then this was probably what was going to happen. Such a maimed creature, having floated on the ocean for who knows how long, it probably didn't have much life left in it anyway.

She bent over and picked it up, carrying it to the beach and digging a hole in the sand to bury it in. It wouldn't stop predators from getting at it, but it would at least make her feel a bit better. Once she'd buried it, she sighed and figured she might as well start looking for others, maybe get a head start on finding people.

She began to make her way into the trees, looking around for signs of life as she went, looking for humans. A village maybe, or perhaps a road, anything to point her in the right direction. She wandered around for a few hours, when suddenly, she felt it, a pain hit her in her abdomen, causing her to double over as her belly began to shake and quiver. She hissed as she fell onto all fours, the pain being like a bad cramp and she wondered if maybe her body was going into labor to start pushing the eggs out.

But no, that was not the case. The pain didn't come in waves, it was constant and increasing. It was like her womb was being gnawed at, being clawed at. She cried out and whined as she said, "Wha...what's happening..." She pushed up and began to move faster, looking around for help, looking for anyone, anything. Blood began to seep down her legs as she moved and the pain grew more intense.

That thing, the thing she'd buried, it couldn't have been a crab, no creature had children like this, no children caused this much pain, this... A pop came from her belly and she gagged in pain, falling onto all fours as she called out, "Help...please! Someone help me!" But there was no help, nothing that could help her. She crawled forward, climbing over tree branches and moving forward. She could hear something, faintly, it sounded like music. People? Perhaps she could find help with them.

That was not to be.

As she pushed up onto her feet, she screamed and fell back against a tree as her belly bounced and punched outward before with an almighty rip and snap, her belly exploded outwards. Gore and vicsera flew out in all directions as several long snake like creatures fell out onto the ground, leaving her innards spilling out into a mess onto the floor.

In that moment, all sense of self, all sense of being, fled from her, replaced by the wild and blind panic of a dying animal as she collapsed forward onto the ground, blood pooling around her, her life fading just as quickly as this horror had started, her eyes soon glossing over and staring unblinkly into oblivion as life left her, a mere carcass upon the forest floor for scavengers to pick apart, lost and forgotten on an unknown tropical island.

Her progeny however would go on, hissing and screeching, they slithered on though the jungle towards the music, towards people, towards more prey...more incubators.