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Stitch's Keyhole Adventure Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2024-01-10 11:23:17 +0000 UTCKingdom Hearts/626/Tarzan parody | Patreon Reward
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 Invasive Plants
The Deep Jungle was seen as a backwater world with not a lot of merit, by some. A jungle full of wild beasts, with a few humans who grew up here as wild and powerful as beasts. For those of magical influence, mages and wizards, the place was just as wild magically, so it wasn’t a fun place for them. For researchers and explorers the place was a mystery full of wonders to discover.
A pair of explorers came to this place, building a home, and having a child. Their goal for coming to this place would remain a mystery as the two were killed by Sabor the leopard. Their child was found by Kala, she took him in and raised him among her family of gorillas, that became Tarzan’s family.
The jungle made Tarzan strong, growing up fueled by it’s spirit and power. He learned from the other animals, becoming strong enough to defend his family from Sabor, unknowingly avenging his human family in the process.
Oh yes, Tarzan had the spirit of a hero, and had events unfolded like normal he likely would have met someone nice, fallen in love, faced an enemy or great evil and awakening to the power and destiny of a hero. He could have become a great champion of light, but that wasn’t to be...
Just as things were finally looking up for Tarzan, a strange pod came barreling from the sky, landing somewhere in the jungle. Kerchak had seen these falling rocks before, they often brought fire, but this one didn’t, it brought a whole new kind of danger. “Let’s move, just encase there is trouble.” The family began to pack up and move to a safer nesting ground.
Tarzan got curious and went to investigate, not knowing the jungle he once called his home was slowly becoming the domain of Sprout.
Stitch’s little cousin fueled with dark magic had evolved, growing faster and spreading farther than he ever could before. He was on the hunt, looking to test out his new abilities.
Meanwhile Tarzan was looking…
“Come on Tarzan, maybe we should head back.” Tantor, his elephant best friend, was worried. This wasn’t exactly new, Tantor worried about many, Many, MANY things. So much so his more danger thirsty friends often ignored his warnings and ravings. “Kerchak is gonna be mad if he finds out.”
Terk patted his head. “Which is why, he’s never gonna find out.”
“But, but, but…”
“Tantor, sweetie, baby, listen if we go we’ll just find a piece of sky rock, no one is gonna know or care.”
“What if it’s not just some rock, what if…” His eyes darted around.
“What is it Tantor?” Tarzan asked.
“What if that wasn’t just a rock, what if it was an alien space pod carrying a dangerous creature that will bring doom to us all!” He screamed in terror.
Terk and Tarzan share a look and roll their eyes. “And what would this so called “alien creature” look like?”
“I don’t know, maybe like a starfish or something.” Terk facepalmed again.
“Where does he come up with this stuff?”
“Tantor if you’re worried I’ll swing ahead and check it out make sure it’s safe, you can wait here for me and I’ll give the signal when it’s all clear.” He looked to Terk. “You watch him.” He said, before climbing up a tree, and going for some vines.
“What oh man, come on, why do I gotta babysit him?” She facepalmed.
“Tarzan please, I got a bad feeling about this.” Tarzan ignored the elephant's warning and began to swing away. “Ohh…”
“Why do you gotta be such a worry wart? For someone so big you sure get scared over little things.” She huffed and sat down.
-x-
Tarzan was swinging through the trees, even surfing on branches, getting closer to the crash site. His hand grasped a vine and he heard a strange hiss. Instinct went off in his head, he must have grabbed a snake by mistake, it happened. Something wasn’t right though, he felt many vines and plants with his hands, so he was sure what he had was a genuine plant. It was possible there was a snake nearby or maybe…
He wasn’t ready for the vine he was holding to suddenly move, and a lilac head appearing. “What the?” He let go, thinking it was some kind of snake, immediately reaching for another vine, only for it to grab him. “Hey!”
It was another Sproutling. “What is this thing?” He panicked and tried to get the creature off him. ‘It’s grip is like a snake!’ Showing great strength, mobility, and flexibility. Using his free hand and feet he tried to force the Sproutling off him.
He managed to summon a hero’s strength and destroy the Sproutling, but this made the others mad. Tarzan planned to catch a vine or a branch on the way down, but he was the one that was caught.
Four Sproutlings sprang out from the jungle, two snaking his wrists, the other two curling around his ankles. They tried to hold him, but Tarzan wasn’t a normal man. His strength was mighty and he tried to break free, even as they forced his arms and legs apart. The inhuman mobility made it far more difficult, but that was the fun of a challenge. “Release me, let me go!”
“No, I caught you, my prey!” They spoke in unison.
“You can talk?!” Tarzan had heard plenty of animals speak, having learned many of the languages of the jungle, but he’s never heard a plant talk.
“We talk, we hunt, we catch, and what a fine prize we have.” Tarzan was quite the treat, his life of difficult challenges living in the jungle had enhanced his body. He was extremely flexible, despite being lithe like a human he was as strong or even stronger than a gorilla.
The man’s muscles were drool worthy from his broad shoulders, beefy pecs, rock hard abs, firm and impressive glutes, with strong legs and thighs he could literally crack coconuts with them. His body was deliciously tan, being bathed by the sun for years and years, he had a natural and healthy glow about him. The only garment he had on him was a tattered brown loin cloth, which his mother got for him, he never asked where. Life without underwear and clothes allowed his manhood to blossom to it’s full endowments, and with no mate his balls were quite large and full. He surprisingly didn’t have much body hair, outside of his hair on his head, his pits, and his crotch. It was something he was a tad self conscious about as his meaner family members teased him for being a “hairless monkey”. It was a roll of the genetic dice, he couldn’t even grow a beard or mustache.
“I am no one’s prey!” Tarzan struggled, but the Sproutlings did their best to hold him firm. They could feel Tarzan’s spirit surge, his hero’s heart seeking to summon forth great strength to battle evil. Before it could manifest, Sprout arrived, rising up from the ground like a mighty tree.
He didn’t waste a second. “Spore Breath!” Sprout unleashed a cloud of spores right onto Tarzan’s helpless form.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Tarzan wasn’t expecting that, breathing in some of the strange creatures spores. “What did...you do...to me…” He started to feel dizzy, his cheeks burning red as if in a drunken stupor. “Hot!”
With each beat of his heart heat spread through his form, warming him from the inside out. Tarzan began to sweat, which was saying something, with his training and jungle living he was used to heat and physical activity.
His body relaxed in the Sproutling’s hold, neither his body or mind showing the resistance it once was. “Hnnn ahhh, ahhh ahhh!” Tarzan panted and squirmed feeling the heat continue to spread. His nipples hardened into perfect peeks, a sign of his ever increasing lust.
Another sign was the massive “snake” that rose up underneath his loincloth. “Why...why is my penis...hard?” He drooled.
“You won’t be needing this.” Sprout used a tentacle to yank the garment off him.
“Ahhh!” The passing breeze caressed his aching penis, it twitched and began to leak pre-cum. The weight of his balls made his sac hang a bit.
It was time to play with his prey a bit. Using his tentacles Sprout begins to flick and run Tarzan’s nipples. “Ohhh!” His head rolled back and he howled in pleasure. He had no idea touching these areas would feel so good, but feelings from his nips surged down to his aching dick. His head was spinning as his virgin mind was hit with raw pleasure, shaking him to his core.
The sproutlings holding his arms slithered up his arms, squeezing and constricting his muscles like a snake. “Nnnhhh!” They reached his pits and began to lick the sweaty area, lapping up his sweat and tickling him.
Tarzan jerked and gasped. Their coils massaged his arms, while their tongues bathed his pits, he could feel every lick as they lapped away his sweat and lapped at his hair and skin. He may have been ticklish, but he was so high on pleasure, the sensations were a pleasurable one.
The sproutlings binding his legs went after his feet, the man’s feet were surprisingly sensitive, every lick sending a burst of pleasure through the jungle man. Their tongues mapped the lines of his sole, lapping along his heel, caressing his firm pads.
Tarzan’s toes flexed and his body jerked. It only got more intense as they licked between his toes. “Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh!” His lips curved up into a goofy/horny grin.
They started off mirroring each other, before mixing up the sensations. The left one licked and sucked on his toes, while the right licked the underside of his foot.
“Ahhh!” From all the teasing Tarzan’s virgin and horny body couldn’t take it and he came, practically pissing cum as he erupted and made it rain. Sproutlings caught his seed down below but Tarzan didn’t know that. “Such a waste of seed, bad boy!”
“Sorry…” The last of his seed landed on his face and muscles.
Sprout wrapped a tentacle around his dick and balls, squeezing them tightly. Thanks to the spores his massive and fat dick remained hard and wanting. The tentacle peeled back his foreskin exposing his sensitive tip.
Tarzan squirmed and panted, the spores worked magic on his balls, increasing his sperm production. Despite the powerful orgasm, they were already itching to cum again. He humped the air desperately, wanting this creature do make him cum again. “Please…”
“Are you feeling it in your ass yet?”
“My...ass…” Tarzan slurred, confused and horny.
His hole was feeling something, the tight virgin pucker throbbing and parting. “Haa nnnhhh, ohhh!” His entrance parted, winking to the jungle. “It’s hot!”
The spores helped evolve Tarzan’s hole helping it evolved into a source for mating and breeding. Nerve endings lined his walls creating an itch. “Ahh ahh mmm!” His hole twitched in want, a growing want that would increase by the second.
Sprout watched Tarzan grow more desperate by the minute. He had the sproutlings continue playing with Tarzan’s body, the ones at his pits moved down to suck on his hard nipples. “Ah ahh ahh ohh ahh!”
More appeared, licking his body clean, allowing Sprout to map every inch of the jungle man with tongues. One came up to nibble his ear, while another whispered naughty things into his ear, filling his head with thoughts beyond his world. These two at his head alternated, one talking dirty, the other talking sweet. The dirty talker nibbled his ear on his turn, while the sweet talker licked his ear on his turn.
Sprout attacked his cock, sucking his large fat rod down to the root. “Ooohhhh!” He came again, Sprout draining his milk away, chugging his man milk like a protein shake.
The non stop sucking, licking, and tickling began, driving Tarzan wild, he came and came, feeding his predator plenty of thick seed. Sprout even thrust a tentacle in his mouth, teaching him the joy of sucking dick, it played with his tongue when at his mouth, before diving down his throat. Tarzan gagged and choked until his gag reflex was ruined and he simply moaned as he was used.
Despite the parade of orgasms Tarzan felt unsatisfied, he wanted more, something was missing. His ass remained empty, driving him mad. “Have something to say?” He pulled the tentacle out of his mouth.
Tarzan gulped. “I am prey!” He moaned. “I’m yours please, fuck me, breed me, make me your bitch.” His hero light dimmed and faded away.
“I will fuck you, but the honor of breeding you belongs to master Stitch!” With that said, Sprout thrust a thick tentacle into Tarzan’s virgin ass.
He felt no pain only pleasure as Sprout filled him deep, making his stomach bulge. ‘Ohhh I felt that!’ He had a dry orgasm.
Sprout focused on training their new bitch’s ass, letting the sproutlings handle his cock and balls. One sucked his tip, while tongue fucking his pipe, two others swallowed his nuts sucking on his sac at a non stop pace.
Tentacles worked Tarzan’s hole opening him up and training him for alien dick. He twisted and churned up the human’s body, molding him to be the perfect pet. One tentacle, two, three, twisting and curling inside him, the special nerve endings in his ass lighting up like stars.
The spores helped mess with Tarzan’s body allowing Sprout to modify it, he lost to pleasure, his dick becoming permanently erect.
His mind became lost to pleasure, he was eager to meet his new master. Sex was amazing, and his master would give him plenty, the sproutlings told him so. If he was a good boy and obeyed, serving his master completely he’d be rewarded even further. ‘I want cock...I want dick...I want to serve…’
Sprout finished with Tarzan, he had the sproutlings clean him up, before having a one tie him up. Tentacles bound his wrists and ankles, hog tying him, another tentacle filled his mouth, which he eagerly sucked on, another tentacle filled his ass. Another set bound his cock and balls not allowing him to cum anymore. Leaves covered his eyes and nipples, trapping him in a state of stasis.
“Off you go, be a good boy for Master Stitch!” The sproutling began to fly, his leaves acting like a propeller as he lifted Tarzan up to the ship. The hero of the world was gone, and now Sprout could continue his hunting, he’d find the keyhole and claim this world for his master.
To be continued
