Deep Jungle

We’re flying through the vastness of space in our gumball spaceship, or whatever, when Goofy spots a new world. “Heya Donald, ya think King Mickey might be down there?”

“You guys are looking for a king too?” I reply

“Why don’t you ever listen?” The duck squawked.

“Yeah, whatever, let me land the ship.”

“What? No, we’re not even landing.”

“Sure we are. Let me see the stick.”

“No!” Donald stretches out his arms and legs in an attempt to stop me. But he causes me to trip. I reach out for the control board to stop myself from falling but I end up grabbing one of levers and ship plummets to the jungle covered world.

I’m flung from the ship. Crashing through the roof of a building, causing me immense pain. “The best thing to come out this situation would be meeting a beautiful flower girl.” I stand up and rub the back of my neck, looking around the shabby wooden interior. Suddenly I’m attacked by, I don’t know, a cougar or something. Whatever it is I swipe my weapon at the feral cat a few times. A naked man comes from above and attacks it. Diving it off in the process.

“Sabor, danger.”

“Uh, thanks.” I say trying not to look directly at his junk. He repeats my thanks for some reason.

“So, where are we?”

“Where are, where.” That’s not a statement.

“Alright, where is everyone.” I say trying enunciate my words.

He’s not answering me. “Look, I was separated from my friends.”

“Friends.” He repeats, we’re actually getting somewhere I think!

“Right! So, one of them is named Don-” I stop myself. I sighed, a little disappointed in myself for what I’m about to do.

“I’m looking for my friend Kairi. Hell, I’ll even take Riku at this point.” Looking past this man I see Kairi watching us, she’s not reacting to me or the man so I can only assume she’s an illusion like last time. But why do I keep seeing this? Am I going crazy or is this just my conscience telling me I’m an asshole? My train of thought is broken by the man’s voice.

“Looking for friends?”

“Uhh yeah, you got it, man.” The man makes some incomprehensible animalistic noises before uttering “Friends here.”

“Wait, for real? Bring me to them!” He gestures to himself saying “Tarzan.”

“Huh? Oh, your name, right. I knew that. I’m Sora. Come on Tarzan, show me.” We exit the building and to my surprise the building was actually a huge treehouse, pretty amazing really.

Tarzan leads me through the woods swinging on vines and sliding down tree limbs, which is pretty fun even if I’m scraped by small branches or running headlong into trees. Eventually we come across a small camp with a very lived in feel. Tarzan brings me to the tent in the middle and inside the tent is a woman fiddling with a projector. She looks a few years older than me with long brown hair. She’s wearing a pair short tight fitting sweat shorts that reach to her upper thigh and a loose fitting tank top that her breasts could fall out of at any moment. Tarzan’s voice breaks me from my trance.

“Jane!” She turns around to address us. “Oh Tarzan, hello. Who is your friend?”

“Hi, uhh, my name’s Sora.”

“Oh, you speak English! That means you must not be related to Tarzan.” Well yeah, obviously, one of us is wearing clothes. She continues. “Are you here studying the the gorillas too?”

“I’d doubt it.” A sinister voice comes from outside as a very older man walks in, Donald and Goofy in tow. “Sora!” Goofy shouts, joy and relief in his voice. “Heya guys.” I reply sheepishly.

The old man speaks up. “A circus of clowns and animals. No use hunting gorillas.” Jane corrects him. “Mr. Clayton, we’re studying them not hunting them.” She turns back to us. “Well, the more the merrier. Make yourselves at home and if you want to help don’t hesitate to ask. We’ll take whatever we can get.”

“Actually, Tarzan told me my friends were here, I think. Have you seen them?” I could swear I saw Donald roll his eyes upon mentioning my friends. Asshole.

“The only other people I’ve seen here are Mr. Clayton and Tarzan, sorry to say.”

“I see.” I’m disappointed but only for a second as a gunshot rings out through the jungle. “What was that?” I look around and notice the older man is nowhere in sight.

“Oh no, Mr. Clayton didn’t actually go hunting for the gorillas did he?” Jane looks worried. “We’ll go check it out!” I assure her and run off in the direction of the gunshot. We reach a clearing in the forest and see Clayton pointing his rifle at a group of gorillas. “Stop” I shout, he slowly turns his head to me, expressionless. “Clayton!” Tarzan cries. “Not Clayton!”

Goofy confirms his suspicion. “Tarzan’s right, Clayton has been possessed by the Heartless.”

Clayton summons many Heartless and attacks us. The battle commences but doesn’t last long as the Heartless turn on Clayton. “Wow, that’s fucked up.” I say pretty shocked. “Just leave him.” Came the duck. “I mean, yeah, but still that’s fucked up.”

“Tarzan home.” Tarzan points to waterfall and makes a “follow me” motion. We follow him into a cave behind the waterfall. It’s really beautiful, I can see why Tarzan considers this place his home. While admiring the beauty a Keyhole appears. Donald and Goofy look at me expectantly so I lock it, just like last time.

We return to Jane and inform her of Claytons demise. “Sorry this had to happen.”

“I understand. He was a very troubled man. It would've happened sooner or later.”

“We should be moving on.” Donald announced. “Oh, well, you should rest here for the night. That way you’ll have more energy when you continue your journey.” Jane offers.

“Sounds good to me.” I say with absolutely zero ill intentions. Donald concedes with a shrug knowing he won’t change anybody's mind.

Jane sleeps in the main tent. Donald and Goofy share a tent and I get my own. Unfortunately, I can’t sleep and I end up outside to get some fresh air. A couple minutes pass and I hear a noise. I turn around to see what it was and notice Jane sticking her head out of her tent. “Sora, I need your help with something.” She ducks back into her tent. Upon entering I see Jane laying on the floor, naked, looking up at me while rubbing her clit. “I’m real horny and could use your help.” She says with an erotic look on her face. “Yeah sure, no problem.” I get on my knees and bring my head to her sensitive nub, licking it, sucking it, and fucking her pussy with my tongue.

Her breathing quickens, releasing small moans. She wraps her legs around my head and rolls her hips, effectively humping my head while I eat her out. Her moans sound muffled as orgasm washes over her and onto my face. After releasing me I crawl forward and kiss her, letting her taste herself. I undo my pants, letting my cock spring forward. Rubbing it against her tight pussy. I slide in. Thrusting into her a few times before lifting her legs and hooking them round my shoulders. Giving me greater access to her vagina and allowing me to fuck her at a rapid pace. Jane seems to enjoy her submissive position as more moans escape. She’s biting down on her wrist, presumably so my companions in the other tent won’t hear our sensual act.

The feeling of bliss intensifies as she climaxes again. I slow my rhythm in an attempt to delay my orgasm but I soon end up spraying my load into her womb. We’re both tired but I immediately stand up and get my clothes back in order. “I should head back to my tent, wouldn’t want the other two suspecting anything.” Jane agrees and I return to my tent. First thing in the morning we venture off to the next world.