Robin rode her trusty elephant, Shep, through the jungle, the dense greenery whipping past as he thundered along the familiar paths. The Jungle Queen leaned forward, one hand resting firmly atop his broad head, while her eyes scanned the vibrant landscape around them. She drank in the sights of her jungle kingdom—the lush mountains rising in the distance, the bursts of colorful flowers peeking through the foliage, and the occasional flash of movement as animals darted by, watching her pass.
Shep raised his trunk and let out a loud, triumphant trumpet, his ears flapping wildly. Robin smiled, chuckling at his obvious excitement. "You wanna play, don't you, Shep?" she said, her tone teasing but affectionate.
Riding elephants had been one of Robin's favorite pastimes since she was little. Much like the apes, the elephants had accepted her when she first came to live in the jungle, letting her ride them whenever she wanted. But no elephant was more loyal or fun to ride than Shep. In many ways, he felt just like her own puppy.
Her big, gray, long-nosed, peanut-loving puppy.
As they emerged into a sun-dappled clearing, Shep slowed to a stop, his massive form still and alert. Robin slid off his back with a practiced grace, landing softly on the grass. She patted Shep's head, her fingers gently scratching behind his ear as he let out a satisfied groan, nudging her with his trunk.
"You've been such a good boy today, haven't you, Shep?" she said, leaning against his sturdy side. She laughed as his trunk playfully nudged her shoulder, his way of saying he was ready for more fun.
"Thank you, Shep," she said, running her hand along the length of his trunk. Shep responded with a soft groan, his head bobbing up and down.
Robin's gaze drifted across the clearing until it landed on a sturdy log half-buried in the underbrush. Shep's eyes followed hers, and the moment he saw the log, his trunk shot up, waving with excitement. Robin's lips curved into a knowing smirk. She already knew what he wanted.
"Oh, I know," she said, her eyes twinkling.
She turned, crossing her arms over her chest, and activated her Devil Fruit powers with a flick of her wrist. "Mil Fleur."
Two large, spectral arms sprouted from the ground and lifted the log into the air, brandishing it playfully like a stick. Shep's eyes widened, his trunk stretching toward the log as he let out a low, eager rumble. He looked just like a dog about to leap for his favorite toy. Robin's grin grew wider as she tossed the log between the conjured arms, taunting him.
"Fetch!" she called, her voice playful and commanding.
The arms hurled the log into the nearby foliage, crashing through the bushes. Shep's ears flared with excitement, and with a thunderous rumble, he lumbered after it, his massive form surprisingly agile as he disappeared into the jungle. Robin watched him go, cupping her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. For all his size, Shep could be as eager and playful as any puppy, especially in games like this.
The jungle echoed with Shep's joyful trumpeting as he searched for the log, and Robin could hear the rustling of leaves as he navigated the underbrush. She leaned against a tree, her arms crossed, a satisfied smile on her lips as she waited. Before long, Shep emerged from the foliage, the log triumphantly clutched in his trunk, his eyes shining with pride.
He trotted over to her, lowering his head to place the log gently at her feet as if presenting a precious gift.
"Good boy, Shep. Good boy," Robin said, her voice full of warmth as she bent down to pat his head. She could feel his skin's rough, familiar texture under her fingertips, and she smiled, grateful for moments like these.
Stepping back, she waved her hand in a playful gesture. "Alright, one more time then. Fetch!"
She tossed the log into the bushes, and Shep charged after it, his feet pounding the earth, his joyful trumpet echoing through the clearing. Robin laughed, her heart light with happiness, as she watched her massive friend disappear into the jungle again. The world's worries faded for a moment, leaving only the simple, pure delight of a game between a queen and her loyal companion.
Marguerite, Aphelandra, Sweet Pea, and Gloriosa came up over the beaches of Bakuvvu in a small boat. Marguerite leaped over the side and was the first to step atop the island. There, she paused, staring ahead toward the jungle. While it was exciting that she was the first Amazon to step foot atop the island in many years, there was still the underlying fear that she would end up like the others.
Marguerite paused at the beach's edge, eyes scanning the dense jungle ahead. "It's too quiet," she muttered. The hairs on her neck prickled with unease, and she gripped her Boa tighter.
Gloriosa approached from behind, her voice a whisper. "This island isn't like any we've faced before. The jungle itself is alive, guarding its secrets."
She continued to ponder what Gloriosa had told them about the others who sought to find the deed to Ape Mountain. Never to be seen again or prove the deed was absolute. If they couldn't find the deed, what chance did they have?
She had a bad feeling about this.
"I have a bad feeling about this," she said.
Aphelandra nodded her head in agreement.
"Me too," she said.
Gloriosa came staggering up with her snake staff in hand.
"As you should have. No one should ever step foot on this island," she insisted.
"Even for Hancock's desires."
The creaking of wood caught their attention, and Aphelandra gasped as the remnants of an old boat caught the sunlight, its rotting hull jutting from the sand like a warning. "We're not the first to come here," Sweet Pea murmured, barely breathing.
Gloriosa shook her head.
"You think someone else is on the Island as well?
"I don't believe so. There looks to be no tracks in the sand," she insisted.
"And this boat looks to have been here for years. Whoever it was may already be long gone."
Though that was hardly comforting to the already nervous three Amazons.
Marguerite glanced at her companions. "Let's move quickly. We might like them if we don't find the deed soon." Sweet Pea turned and pointed across the beach.
Marguerite turned back toward the jungle nervously. With but a deep breath and exhale, she slowly began making her way to the jungle along with Sweet Pea and Aphelandra. Marguerite turned back to Gloriosa, who stood over a rock and sat down.
"Are you coming?" Marguerite asked curiously,
Gloriosa shook her head.
"Someone needs to stay behind to watch the boat and return to give the Empress the bad news," she insisted.
"Don't worry; I'll wait for you all to return for about three days."
Marguerite's breath hitched as her eyes swept the dark canopy ahead, the towering trees casting long shadows over the beach. Her fingers tightened around the grip of her spear, knuckles white. With a slow exhale, she steeled herself and took a cautious step forward. "Stay close," she whispered to Aphelandra and Sweet Pea. "We don't know what's waiting for us in there." The jungle felt alive, its silence more ominous than comforting.
Shep flopped onto his back, his massive legs sticking up in the air as two spectral arms appeared, gently rubbing his belly. Robin stood nearby, arms crossed, watching the scene with a fond smile. She couldn't help but chuckle softly; seeing the mighty elephant act like a playful puppy always amused her.
"Aren't you just the cutest thing," Robin said, her tone light and affectionate. She knew how much Shep loved these moments, and his contented rumbling was music to her ears.
Robin continued to rub Shep's belly with her conjured arms, enjoying the way his eyes half-closed in bliss. After a few moments, the arms dissolved into petals, drifting away on the breeze as Shep rolled back onto his stomach. Robin stretched, raising her arms above her head and feeling the pleasant ache from the morning's games. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, her gaze drifting up to the towering trees, their green leaves dancing softly in the warm breeze.
"You know, Shep," she said, resting a hand on his trunk, "a little nap sounds like the perfect idea right about now." Shep's trunk curled gently around her hand, a familiar gesture that made her smile. The jungle was her sanctuary, and moments like these—quiet, simple, and full of peace—were what made it feel like home.
Without warning, Shep came up behind Robin, wrapping his trunk around her waist and pulling her close. Robin gasped, a little surprised, but she quickly recognized the familiar gesture. "Shep?" she asked, glancing back at him with a playful grin.
Whenever he wrapped his trunk around her, it usually meant he wanted to take her for a ride. But this time, he didn't lift her. Instead, his trunk held her gently, almost as if he was hugging her, and Robin felt a wave of warmth wash over her. Shep's large, gentle eyes blinked at her, and she could tell he was enjoying the moment of closeness.
Robin's expression softened, and she leaned into him, letting herself relax. "You're full of surprises today, aren't you?" she murmured, patting his trunk. It was rare to see him so still, but she relished these calm, tender moments. The jungle could be wild and chaotic, but with Shep by her side, it was also a place of comfort and love.
Shep caressed Robin's body with his trunk, seemingly petting her as she had him. He lifted his trunk to her body, where he proceeded to cup both her breasts.
"Shep…" she moaned.
The Jungle Queen continued to utter a pleasured moan, lifting her arms above her head. All the while, her trusty elephant bounced her large breasts with his trunk. Slowly, his long nose dropped from her busty chest, causing her melons to bounce freely. Sliding down her stomach like a snake, his trunk appeared under her leopard fur loincloth.
Robin gasped suddenly, feeling the touch of Shep's trunk against her body's most sacred place. The Jungle Queen was overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure she felt. Slowly, Robin reached down her hand and placed it atop his trunk. Rather than trying to stop him, Robin encouraged the elephant to continue. With her other hand, she cupped the softness of her right breast and the spotted fur.
"Oh, Shep, that feels so good! Please don't stop!" she moaned to the elephant.
Shep heeded the desires of the Jungle Queen. The elephant continued to rub her womanhood with his trunk, which all but intensified the arousing pleasure she felt. She could feel her knees growing weaker as her breaths came in gasps of joy that were heard all through the jungle.
"Hey, do you hear that?" Sweet Pea asked.
Marguerite and Aphelandra paused as they took notice of the strange cries.