Chapter 7: Sneak Peak

So far, Deep Jungle wasn't turning out to be Sora's favorite world, not even in his top five (and he'd only seen four new worlds), but that could all change depending on how soon that bloodthirsty cheetah would continue attacking him, or when he'd get hopelessly lost again, or how often those satanic hippos would play their evil games in the lagoon. However, he was safe now, relaxing in the encampment's big yellow tent.

After reuniting with Donald and Goofy, Sora let them venture outside while he took a momentary breather. Sitting in the corner of the tent, he tenderly nursed a microscopic splinter in his left pinky.

His new ally, Tarzan, suddenly plopped down next to him, smiling eagerly while trying to get his attention with monkey gestures. Steeling his patience, Sora muttered, "Caaan…I help you?"

Nudging him uncontrollably, Tarzan started oo'ing, "Oo, oo, ah, oo, oo!" Then, he motioned at Jane.

"Hm?" Sora looked over at the Englishwoman, who was preoccupied with assembling the vintage projector. Sora asked, "What?"

Smiling deviously, Tarzan narrowed his eyes and said, "Jane wears thong."

Behold, Sora spotted the thin white undergarment exposed on the squatting woman's backside. Just then, she turned around and noticed Sora watching her. Oblivious, Jane requested, "Oh, Sora—do you mind helping me set up this stand? It's a bit tricky."

Setting foot into yet another fresh hell, the already agitated boy stood up and answered, "Erm, sure."

Kneeling to help position the projector's stand, Sora then watched Jane rise and bend over to attach the assorted pieces. As she did so, she unwittingly gave Sora a full view of her ample bosom, that of which hung and swung inches from his face while she worked.

Needless to say, the sweat did indeed pour. Meanwhile, Tarzan walked behind Jane, silently making boob-gestures with his hands to make sure Sora's awareness fully encompassed the nearest rack. Tearing his gaze away, Sora attempted to ignore both Tarzan and the knockers, but unfortunately, both—rather, all three were quite overpowering.

Getting Sora's attention again, Tarzan sternly whisper-yelled, "Touch them!"

"No!" Sora hissed back.

"Do it!" Tarzan commanded, full-on yelling at the lad. "Touch them, NOW!"

Suddenly, Jane turned around and asked, "Everything okay, Tarzan?"

Tarzan simply shook his head, disappointed with Sora's lack of initiative. After Jane returned her attention to the projector, Tarzan took a tiny rock and threw it at Sora's head.

"Ow!" Too bad that didn't knock him unconscious.

Turning around again, Jane chastised the jungle-man, "Tarzan! That was rude! You have to be nice to our guests!"

"Tarzan trying," he grunted back.

"Are you okay, Sora?" Jane asked.

"Yeah. It was just a rock to the head, nothing serious," he joked, rubbing the pain away.

For whatever reason, her boobs jiggled as she apologized, "Forgive him, Sora. Sometimes he can be a little too playful."

Desperate to look elsewhere, Sora offhandedly mentioned, "Hey, uh, at least I forgot about this splinter in my hand."

"Oh, really? Here, let me look at it."

And so, it happened that Jane started examining Sora's left pinky. Try as he might, the heightened level of focus he placed on the pinky itself was literally overshadowed by the nearby cleavage. This was in part due to Jane's positioning of his hand directly in front of her chest, which gave Sora the slight impression that the boobies themselves were examining his splintered finger. Nonetheless, his Poker face was put to the test, especially when she hummed and moaned provocatively, even making irresistibly suggestive faces, complete with lip-biting, eye-batting, and so forth. Also, Tarzan totally walked up behind Jane and pushed her into Sora, resulting in a head-on-boob collision between the young teen and fully developed adult.

Fed up with the random shenanigans, Jane exclaimed, "That's it, you little brute! Go outside and help them find the slides!"

Satisfied, Tarzan gave the thumbs-up before departing from the tent. Sora blankly stared forward, inexplicably short of breath.

Jane apologized, "You'll have to excuse Tarzan, Sora. He just acts so strangely when he meets new people. Like when he and I first met. He could not stop…. Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you that."

"No, you can tell me," Sora said without thinking.

"Well, for whatever reason, he kept trying to shove his head up my dress, and that's how I knew he was raised by monkeys. Honestly, it's a relief to find another civilized person out here in the jungle. Would you believe me if I said I was waiting for you to put your head up my dress?"

"You-whuuhhh?!" Sora stammered.

"But since you never did that, I now know you're civilized and would only ever do such a thing because of being a vicious pervert." She removed the splinter. "Ah, all better!"

"Thanks—whoa!" Sora was suddenly pulled in for a tight hug that made him feel warm, fuzzy, and everything in between.

To the lad's reluctance, Jane withdrew from the hug, telling him, "Now, go and help the others find those slides! If Tarzan knows where your friends are, those pictures may jog his memory."

"Okey-dokey…"

Sora exited the tent, regrouping with his friends. Donald crankily vented, "There you are! Now help us find those stinkin'—"

Sora fainted.

"Poor feller," said Goofy. "He's all tuckered out from adventurin'."

Meanwhile, Tarzan poked Sora's body with his spear. Then, he gave his analysis, "Tarzan proud."