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JUNGLE FEVER: RESCUE

Cameron glanced around at his fellow soldiers, finding the same look of confusion and annoyance on their faces as him. His team was special forces and although they were all for an assignment on the lighter side of things, he at least felt that this one was a waste of their skill. There were actual rescue people specially trained for this sort of thing. It just didn’t make since.

“So what do you think? Some military aircraft went off course and crashed, so now the survivors need help getting back to our castle?” Jasper asked and nudged him from the right.

Cameron looked right at his pale face and green eyes and just shrugged.

“If that is the case, they should be easy to find.” He replied.

“Let’s say it is one of our own and not say a civilian craft. That means there is something on board it, that Command doesn’t want another enemy castle to find out about.” Another black soldier across from Cameron suggested and grinned.

“Maybe it’s one of theirs, Luke.” Cameron challenged back and returned the grin.

The black soldier raised a finger and shook it in the air.

“That would at least give sufficient reason to send us on some rescue mission… if it is even that.” Jasper added.

“For all we know, it’s just basic cargo Command doesn’t want them stealing from us.” Luke challenged back and shrugged.

“I guess we are about to find out.” Cameron suggested and pointed up at the viewing window, on the dark gray access door to the flight cabin.

Another soldier had just showed their face and it was their commanding officer. His subtle body movement said they would be getting a briefing about their mystery assignment real soon. Anything would be better than being transported in a blacked out aircraft and not knowing where they were going. The door then slid to the side cleanly with a mild hiss and then closed right behind him, after he stepped into the dark gray cargo bay. He was wearing the exact same black field combat suit as the rest of them and had his helmet on as well. This meant that they would be setting down soon. Cameron and the rest of the twelve man team did a quick reflex check of their helmet chin straps and then looked directly at the commanding officer. He was a little on the pale side, with gray eyes that likely seen more combat than most of them could guess.

“Alright Jungle Cats. Listen up and listen well. I don’t plan on repeating myself with what you are about to hear.” The officer informed them, before raising his right arm and tapped a couple times on an attached small screen just past his wrist.

Cameron raised his right arm, just as his own arm mounted screen came to life with a topographic map. Everyone glanced around at each other, with more confusion on their faces, but said nothing and waited. The commanding officer glanced up from his screen and huffed.

“Yeah. Thought that would get your attention. The screens don’t lie. We are currently five hundred klicks into the Savage Lands and got another two hundred to go at this speed. The particular sector we are currently flying over is a dense jungle or what we can call a jungle anyway. We have all heard the stories, that have filtered their way down from the original scientific observational source. Strange animals being spotted in the distance. Some that look like what use to live in the wilderness and others that seem… new. Either way, our primary focus is a rescue mission. One of the neighboring ally castles lost contact with their transport craft a couple days ago. The son of their monarch and some friends decided to steal it for a little joy ride, then ended up flying too far out over the Savage Lands.”

Jasper picked this moment to raise his hand.

“Yes Jasper?”

“Mind if we ask which castle they came from?”

“Trandoor, soldier.”

The team exchanged a loud snicker with each other.

“Yes. Yes. We all know they don’t exactly have the sturdiest of craft and thus why this incident is no surprise. However, among all the castles, Trandoor has been the best behaved and caused no trouble with us. Our monarch decided to offer our services in good faith, to go and retrieve the lost kids in as discreet manner as possible. So that means no official rescue operation. Not that any of them would even want to risk going this far in. After a brief debate with the Council, it was decided this was something best handled by us. Additional briefing will be done once we land and establish a base camp in one of the canopy trees. We should be there in about two minutes.”

At that moment, someone from the pilot’s cabin tapped on the glass of the door behind the commanding officer. They were energetically motioning for him to come back inside. He simply nodded in confirmation, before turning and then going back through it. The soldiers in the cargo hold started engaging in private conversation, when a loud screech or roar was heard over the sound of the engines. The intercom then clicked to life.

“Make sure you are strapped in good boys. We got unwanted company and the pilot is going to see about shaking them off.” Came the familiar voice of the commanding officer.

Everyone then heard the engines rev to an almost deafening roar, as the craft then began pitching sharply but smoothly through maneuvers akin to someone dodging things being thrown at them. More of the screeching and roaring was heard, before the engine noise was briefly interrupted by the sound of tearing metal. The soldiers then heard one of the mounted defense turrets directly over them go to action, rapidly firing off hundreds of rounds of ammunition a second. Everyone then heard just a roar and it sounded a lot closer. The ends of very large claws then abruptly manifested through the middle of the roof of the cargo hold, as the collision klaxon sounded off. The metal screamed in protest, as the craft pitched some more and the claw tips right in front of Cameron slowly began moving towards each other. Then a large dent abruptly appeared in the roof near the cockpit access door, in response to another screech and a very loud bang in that spot. The clawed tips then connected, right before the metal of the entire roof began groaning and popping in protest to the entire surface flexing under severe stress.

“Shit! Whatever that thing is! It’s coming right in here!” Jasper exclaimed and unholstered his sidearm. Cameron was quick to reach out and put his hand over it.

“How about we wait until there is a hole in the roof first!” He suggested to Jasper, loud enough to be heard over the noise.

Cameron got a nod in confirmation, before he retracted his hand. Both just smiled at each other and then directed their attention back to the roof… which was beginning to flex and warp a lot more. Loud metallic popping continued throughout the cargo hold, as welds in critical points failed and then the roof itself finally surrendered and was completely torn away from the craft. Rapid decompression briefly tore through the whole area, before the air rushing through the exposed cargo hold settled down to simple wind rushing harshly through it. The collision klaxon was removed with the missing roof. No one could see what exactly just attacked them and were too busy looking down and shielding their eyes from the flying debris. All they knew was the screeching and roaring was gone now, as the craft itself began to go into a tail spin and began dropping out of the sky. Cameron then spotted a red flashing light come on, just forward of the diagonal yellow striping in front of his boots. Briefly loud clicks were heard, as a clean horizontal break formed in the middle of the stripe with a hiss.

The craft was damaged beyond flying capability. Viability of the soldiers and the mission was more important. They were about to be ejected within the safety of the armored combat seats, that could also double as open air escape pods. EJECT then appeared within a yellow rectangle just above the red flashing light and began blinking. Previously raised and horizontally positioned safety harnesses then swung down and locked into place with a loud click. Cameron took a deep breathe and held it, as a lot more hissing echoed around him and the soldier was then surrounded by cold steam. He then felt the lurch and closed his eyes, as his chest pressed hard against the harness and the entire caged seat was shot out away form the spiraling transport craft.

He kept hid eyes closed for the next few seconds and waited for that second lurch, as the parachute deployed and the seat stopped tumbling. Cameron could swear he heard one of the other soldiers scream in the distance, right after hearing that monstrous scream again. The sound of tearing metal was heard and then additional screams, before the lurch came to his seat. He opened his eyes and looked around frantically to assess his situation, then wished he had kept them closed. He saw what looked like an insanely huge eagle with dark green feathers, flying away with one of the soldiers grasped in it’s closed foot. What was left of the caged seat fell away as two mangled halves of metal. Flying towards him and the other descending soldiers were a lot more of those same birds. Cameron craned his head and glanced down towards whatever was under him. He could see what looked like the top of a tree and smiled to himself in relief. It was close enough for a survivable drop into it.

“Draw your sidearms and shred the chutes! Draw your sidearms and shred the chutes!” He announced to everyone else as loud as he could yell.

He only got about three responses, in the form of guns being fired and seeing the three closest dark gray parachutes tear apart. Cameron then unholstered his sidearm and aimed up at his own. He mentally blocked out the screams of those that did not hear him and simply held down the trigger, until his parachute finally began tearing itself apart. The sidearm was quickly holstered, as the caged seat began dropping rapidly. He then closed his eyes and calmed his breathing, as air rushed past his face. No eagle talons bothered to touch him, as the descent picked up speed.

“Fuck. This is going to hurt.” He told himself through clenched teeth, before hearing the distinct sound of the transport craft crashing and exploding.

The caged seat soon made contact with the tree below, as random leaves swiped his face and random branches snapped against the kinetic force of his descending seat. He kept his eyes closed as the swiping and snapping rapidly increased and the caged seat began bouncing off of increasingly more solid branches. Cameron then felt something possibly wooden make very firm contact with his forehead and knocked him out. By the time he regained consciousness, he found half of himself and the caged seat submerged in soft mud. He quickly feels under the mud for the release button on his five point harness and presses it. Next came feeling behind his head and the headrest, for a large metal ring. Once his fingers found it, he gave it a firm jerk sideways away form his head. Once he heard the loud ping signaling it’s exit, he grabbed the harness in front of him with the other hand and firmly pushed forward on it. It’s submerged bottom loop eventually pulled free of the mud and swung up out of the way. The moment he proceeded to lean forward, the caged seat bobbled a little and began slowly sinking into the mud further.

“Nope. Not happening.”

Cameron firmly gripped the raised harness and pulled himself up out of the mud and then quickly looked around in the very dim lighting for anything to help. The surrounding haze in the air was really not helping him much. A hanging vine or even solid looking land would do. He then squinted his eyes and spotted a clump of grass. He could push off the sinking seat and land as close as he could near the grass. Chances are the mud would not be as soft there. Cameron climbed up to the top of the caged seat and squatted down, while getting his muscles tensed up for the jump. Then just as two thirds of the seat was gone, he sprang forth through the haze at the clump of grass and landed only one meter short of it, on his hands and feet. To his relief his boots only sunk in past the soles and stopped. He chuckled to himself and straightened back up to full standing height, before flinging the excess mud from his one hand and then wiping it across his pants. Cameron then raised his one arm and gave the mounted panel a tap to wake it up. For a moment the screen flickered, but then adopted a behavior that presented itself in the form of garbled stuff flickering across it. Eventually the device just switched off or… He tapped the screen again and got nothing… It was dead. Either drained battery or somehow damaged in the drop through the jungle canopy.

“I guess we do this the old fashioned way then.” Cameron advised himself, while retrieving a mechanical compass from a utility pocket.

The compass persistently kept changing where the needle should point. After he turned a full circle, he did notice the erratic behavior did intensify in a certain direction.

“The transport must have crashed nearby and it’s damaged generator is doing this. That is at least something.” He told himself and sighed as he looked around himself.

He did a quick check of himself and see if he was possibly badly damaged anywhere, as his adrenaline would soon be wearing off. If something was broken, he wanted to see it before he felt it. After doing the quick check across a uniform that looked like it had been pulled through a razor wire barrier, Cameron decided to begin walking in the direction the needle behaved the worst. What little he could see of the surrounding jungle, reminded him a little of someone’s extravagant greenhouse. Even in the dim morning light, there were so many basic colors of leaves, peppered with all sorts of unfamiliar flowers of different sizes. His ears picked up on many sounds that initially seemed familiar, but strange at the same time. The stories he heard about this place just did not compare to experiencing it and hoped Command had a contingency plan in place for this scenario. All the more reason to find the crashed transport first. From there he should be able to locate the beacon of the other ejected seats. The backdrop was an odd mash up of both normal and giant size plants. He didn’t even want to guess how tall the trees rose or how far he plunged through one, before hitting the mud. Cameron reflexively raised a hand to his mildly aching head and was relieved to see no blood when he lowered it back into view, then continued walking towards the interference source.

He then came across an unusually large flower, nestled close to the ground in between two massive above ground tree roots, that looked like no flower he had seen before. It was bight orange in the middle, with dark red petals. It looked big enough to almost swallow a car and slowly swayed sideways through the air, like it was searching for something. When it finally turned his direction, the swaying stopped and bright red feelers extended out around the edge of the middle. The ends began glowing blue, as the feelers themselves began adopting a pleasing moving pattern. It gradually became more complex and alluring to Cameron, subconsciously motivating him to step closer to it. The air around him began changing and acquiring a sweeter maple scent to it, encouraging him to breathe more of it into his lungs. His cock immediately reacted and began slowly expanding in his pants. As the man stepped closer, he could see the bright orange middle had texture to it. It was made of many narrow petals, that folded inward over each other and began to move uniformly in an opening pattern. Beyond them was a bright green interior, that looked big enough for two people to fit inside it. The interior surface was peppered with what looked like dark pores. Then in a flash, all of them erupted at once. A dense clear substance sprang through the air. He had no time to react and just stood there in shock, as he was completely plastered and coated in the equally sweet maple smelling substance.

Cameron managed to close his eyes and spare himself the obvious discomfort of having it go in them as well. He soon felt a curious sliding sensation occur everywhere his clothes covered him. The clothes themselves were rapidly beginning to feel very loose on him and the fabric around his crotch area was pulling at him, as if some invisible hand was trying to remove it. Cameron looked down and watched as various sections of his pants began sagging and coming apart at the same time. All the additional overlay material and hardware, then popped into sight and fell to the ground, thoroughly coated in the clear goo. He literally saw his sidearm break apart in slow motion as it hit the ground and the substance slowed the kinetic energy that would normally cause it to fly apart violently. His clothes rate of deterioration then sped up, as the substance itself began soaking further into the material. Cameron then watched the whole crotch area of his pants fail, as his hard cock sprang outward and flung pieces of the rapidly degrading cloth away from him. He raised his arms and watched the rest of his uniform came apart the same way, as his sleeves also sagged and fell apart right before his eyes. The fabric covering his torso was almost completely gone and fell to the ground in goo coated clumps, with the rest of his destroyed uniform. Panic then briefly set in and made him wonder if his own skin was next. He looked over his exposed coated skin and saw none of the expected signs on it. He then finally felt his boots begin to come apart, as the goo pooled in them and all around his feet.

“How is this even happening?” He finally asked himself, as his helmet finally succumbed to the same mysterious destructive fate and then slid off his head, falling to the ground in coated chunks.

All he could do was continue to stare at what was left of his entire uniform and watch some invisible force rapidly break it down and somehow turn it into the same sweet maple smelling clear goo. His boots were the last to peel away, as he felt them literally melt away from under his feet and then felt the soft loam layer of the jungle floor through the goo for the first time. His training and instincts soon kicked in, motivating him to swiftly look back up at the flower and assume a more combat ready stance. He misjudged just how much goo was still under his feet and quickly slipped, then fell onto his back. As if to add insult to injury, the flower ejected more of the goo through the air and it landed right on him. Once again he was quick to react and shield his eyes with his hands this time. As the substance landed across his body, he noticed this batch had a denser presence and a lot more of it was landing on him. Once he couldn’t feel anymore touch him, he cautiously lowered his hands and then used them to swipe away the excess goo off his face.

Cameron then acquired the sensation that the second barrage of goo covering him was rapidly beginning to feel heavier. He didn’t feel any pressure pushing down on him, but quickly acquired the sensation his movement was now being restricted and finding it very hard to move his legs especially, as his arms became glued in place against his sides. The firmness of the new layer increased, just as he glanced down and spotted movement inside the bright green interior of the open strange flower. Three green tendrils of different thicknesses began snaking out of it and across the ground towards his open legs. Cameron attempted to move his arms again with all his strength and got no results. He tried his legs next and met the same firm resistance. The man then felt the presence of the tendrils through the goo layer, as they began moving across his legs. All he could do was just lay there and helplessly watch them past his nose and a cock that chose to remain hard, while beginning to throb with need. It was like his own penis was doing this for the sake of some twisted joke. He was likely about to be grabbed and pulled into the plant as food, while all his own cock could do was just stand there and taunt him with the need for sex. Then, as if to make the joke more sick, the smallest tendril snaked towards the throbbing organ and began gently coiling around it.

The bulk of this tendril was no thicker than his pinky finger and the part coiling around his cock was maybe no thicker than the lead in a pencil. It was using the coiling motion to climb up his shaft, leaving the very thin part to flex freely in the air right over his piss hole. It then flexed one more time and arced downward, bringing a portion of it’s length in contact right under his cock head. It then actually pushed through the goo layer and touching his skin directly, as it stroked upward with movement that mimicked licking. At the same time, the next thicker tendril slid on past his belly and stopped at his chest, before lifting it’s blunt tipped end up and assuming an S shaped posture. It’s thickness was about that of the man’s wrist and had three curious equally spaced lateral dark creases, that ran back about ten centimeters and came together right at the tip. The licking motion at his cock was getting more persistent and genuinely stimulating, forcing Cameron to finally admit to himself it felt really good and eventually motivated him to do something he felt would be a mistake.

“Oh fuck! That feels so good!” He exclaimed.

The thicker tendril then chose that moment and with speed faster than one could blink, the seams split the end open into a three petal flower and shoved an attached bright red ball right into his open mouth. The red inside of the split sections suctioned right over his cheeks and nose, before releasing a steady supply of fresh air for him to breathe. Cameron clamped down hard onto the ball and quickly found that it neither hurt the tendril or do any damage to the ball itself at all. Instead... the ball’s surface rapidly grew sticky and morphed around his teeth and gums, as the end his tongue was touching soon opened and gushed forth a large amount of a sweet tasting maple substance. The taste encouraged him to begin swallowing it right away, as it rolled over his tongue and coated the back of his throat. He found himself quickly addicted to the taste and wanted all the plant could give him. A phallic appendage no wider than two fingers soon came out of the source hole and touched his tongue.

The licking tendril then stopped, just as the pointed tip reached his piss hole again and held the position. He could feel his cock throbbing so hard with need, that he imagined his piss hole was likely hanging a little open and ready to eject his load. The thin tendril took this moment and plunged on into his cock, at the same time the tendril on his tongue slid on forward and down his throat. If Cameron was free to move his body, he would be arching his back in both shock and pleasure at being violated in such an erotic way. The tendril sinking into his cock was very lubricated and the motion felt just like when he would cum. He then felt the oral tendril eventually stop, after reaching as far down as where he imagined the entrance to his stomach resided, then began releasing more of the syrup. The third tendril finally made it to it’s destination and began pushing at the general location of his ass cheeks. Eventually it successfully penetrated the rubbery outside slime barrier and began push onward right between them. It’s presence and width he briefly judged to be that of his ankle, before his logical thinking got pushed aside by the pleasure signals firing off through out his brain. The tendril inside his cock began adopting a slow thrusting motion and gradually sunk itself deeper on each downward plunge into it. At this point, the tendril in between his ass cheeks made it to his puckered pulsing hole and began applying pressure against it with a lubed blunt head.

Had his logical mind been intact, he would be wondering how something so big and thick was ever going to fit inside him. Nothing had ever went inside him that way before and certainly nothing that big ever left it either. But logic was quickly becoming a far away concept that just didn’t matter to him anymore. Only pleasure and the goal of shooting his load. The goo being pumped into him via the oral tendril made it’s way into his stomach and was greeted with the usual protest, before settling down and allowing the new visitor to coat it’s walls and fill the digestive pits with it’s presence. He then felt the tendril in his cock stop it’s thrusting motion and proceed to simply slide deeper into it. To his brief surprise, the third tendril had somehow successfully breached his virgin anal entrance with almost no discomfort and was now sliding across his prostate slowly and sensually. It then stopped, just as he felt the other tendril sink super deep inside his cock. He was quite sure it was past the base and had found the passage that ran right through his prostate, as he acquired the new sensation of the organ being touch both inside and outside at the same time.

The tendril in his ass pulled back until just the blunt tip was at his prostate, as the tiny tendril pressed a tiny bit forward to test it’s location. Cameron’s eyes got big as he realized what was likely about to happen next and was not sure his mind could handle a level of pleasure like that. Fortunately he didn’t have to consciously think about that much longer, as the effect of what he was swallowing and digesting swiftly flooded his mind with it’s arousal inducing presence. What little was left of any structured thinking melted and fell apart under the corrosive influence of his enhanced lust. The two tendrils paused at his prostate a little longer, then slowly slid forward in unison and stopped just past his prostate, before sliding back to where they started. They paused again and then repeated the motion. All Cameron could do was mildly twitch inside the rubbery goo bondage, as his sexual equipment was pleasured in an exotic way that no one he new had ever experienced before. He felt as if his mind was beginning to shut down on him, as his thoughts got simpler and more basic.

Eventually even the thoughts that let him consciously process where he was being touched or pleasured ceased existing. Had any of those remained, Cameron would be wondering why he had yet to orgasm. All these things no longer mattered, as he just lay there and allowed himself to simply exist and be used. The thick tendril eventually stopped it’s thrusting and pushed on forward, until it gained access through the second opening and moved on into his deep gut, before releasing it’s own goo load into him. The thin tendril inside his cock then began retracting and released it’s own goo substance along the way. It’s exit out of his piss hole was swiftly followed by the man’s cum, as his orgasm finally arrived and crashed through his whole body like an all-consuming tsunami wave. Never had he experienced a release this strong or a prostate that refused to stop pumping, as more and more cum kept erupting out of the man’s throbbing cock and splattering all over the clear rubbery goo layer. There was no expected pain to interrupt the pleasure, as the man that was Cameron ceased to exist in that moment.

Light rays, from a sun that was now directly above the jungle in the sky, cut through the tree branch canopy. Shafts of golden afternoon light stood seemingly motionless, as illuminated splotches of light slowly crawled across the soft loam layer covering the jungle floor. One of the larger ones had found the encased soldier, whom had long since closed his eyes, and was itself in the process of drying out the rubbery goo layer covering his body. The three tendrils, that had been connected to him in the morning and delivering mind shattering pleasure, were nowhere to be seen. The nearby flower appeared to be dormant, with the blue tipped feelers retracted and the bright orange center closed again. A mild breeze began blowing through the area and snagged a few loose pieces of the clear encasement, that had broken away and began curling up. They floated away and were soon joined by more feather light fragments, as they began freeing themselves and drifted upwards, creating a sparkling haze that made the presence of the light beams contrast more with the surroundings. Eventually the breeze began making contact with exposed hairs of the man’s body, triggering signals to fire in the slumbering mind.

Cameron moaned a little and began to move limbs no longer anchored in place by the dried up rubbery goo bondage. His first impulse was to bring his legs up and plant the feet firmly on the ground, while raising hands to his face and wipe it clear of any remaining itchy flakes. He released a sneeze or two, then eventually cracked his eyes open and looked around for any sign of the three tendrils. After realizing he also felt nothing on or inside his body, the man judged it was possibly safe to move more and went about the process to sit himself up, with propped hands against the ground. After panning his head around and allowing himself to properly adjust to all the surrounding sounds and smells, he just sighed and surrendered to the reality he was really here and that the whole ordeal was not a dream. Cameron was already feeling guilty about loosing so much time, in getting himself to the crashed transport and was a little worried that he may have just cost all those men their lives, had the crash not already killed them. There of course was the possibility they survived and were alive. Maybe even out and searching for his Jungle Cat team. With that thought in mind, he briefly closed his eyes and listened for anything that would tell him someone was nearby. Nothing.

“Of course. When you always seek the challenge, you usually get the challenge. Even when you don’t want it.” He mumbled to himself and sighed again.

Cameron then slowly and carefully rose up to his feet and observed that although his cock was no longer hard and throbbing, it was not exactly soft either and dripping a little. He simply shrugged the moment off and began brushing himself free of any remaining dried flakes clinging to his body hair and head. He chuckled some more, after seeing his effort created a temporary dust storm in the illuminating sunbeam. He looked around at the other beams cutting through the jungle canopy and judged the angle of them, then assessed the time of day to be a little after noon. He was now a little puzzled why he still didn’t hear anyone or why none of them had found him yet. Surely he didn’t fall that far away from the crash sight. The three men that manged to shred their chutes and drop clear of becoming bird food, were not that far away from him above the trees.

This situation did not make sense to him, but was also nothing to get worried about either. He picked the same direction, that he chose with the manual compose that brought him to the flower, then decided to walk onward that way. Cameron kept watching the flower that harassed him and decided to keep looking at it, while giving it much more space and walked on past the huge prehistoric size tree behind it. He quickly found what looked like an actual trail in the loam and wondered what sort of animal made it. Then his gut began to gurgle in an odd way and motivated him to look around for a decent size bush to duck behind. Before his feet even moved in that direction, he heard someone or something. More like felt it in his head, in a weird way. The presence felt… a little... chipper.

[Ah ah ah. No need to do that. I already have it taken care of for you. That gurgling was just me getting adjusted to my new home inside you. You shouldn’t be experiencing anymore moments like that. You will still need to release liquid and kindly don’t freak out on me, when you see it is now blue and glows a little. Doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you. Just some minor biological changes]