Applejack Jungle Adventures

In a high-vaulted cavern deep beneath the surface of the Toxic Jungle, a gathering of tribals held council.

But while that word conjured up thoughts of an administration calmly deliberating, in truth this was more like an angry mob, frustrations and anger culminating into a sort of frothing communal rage! While no single voice could be made out, the overall will was immediately clear: to a man they foamed for the blood of the outsider in their midst.

In this dark and miserable place, where the only light was provided by sputtering, struggling torches on the walls, and where water dripped so rhythmically from the stone ceilings high above, dozens of proud, dark and muscular bodies jostled for a place in the darkness. Sinister muscles coiled with anger, black eyes glimmered with barely-restrained rage.

The hubbub of a hundred came to a halt. At the cavern's mouth, where three flickering fire lights intersected, a cloaked figure stepped out into view.

She was enormous, without question the second-largest woman of their tribe. She stood a head taller than many of the men, yet where they were all hard and muscular, Witch Doctor Mare was soft and curvaceous. Tree-trunk thighs, low-hanging black breasts stretching her cloak a full foot out in front of her... The cloak's hood hid her eyes and upper-face, but not the full pair of off-purple lips sprouting lewdly from her face. Those lasciviously plump swells were more than juicy enough to give the wise woman a thick ethnic lisp.

She crossed the cavern, swaying calmly through the middle of the throng of men, and came to stand at the base of four great thrones. Hewn directly from the cavern’s rocky outcrops in ages past, time had since weathered them down to their current, gently-rounded forms.

Four massive, dark-skinned and shaven-headed men lounged upon the thrones. Each scarred, muscular bull of a man had a weapon of office planted on the ground, respectively a khopesh, scimitar, warhammer and greatbow. The Chieftains of this tribe.

They regarded her coldly... until one called in a booming voice that echoed off the walls: "Witch Doctor! Tell us what you saw of the barbarian. Give our war parties the information they need to bring her down.”

A great cry went up from the assembled tribesmen... they all agreed the woman “Applejack” must pay for her crimes. The Chieftains raised their hands to silence the throng, then turned back to Mare.

She lowered her hood, taking in the assembled crowd. "Dearest Councilmen. I implore you to not pursue the intruder. Truly, you do not realize how close our kind came to destruction on this day."

Disagreeing with the council so adamantly was nothing short of an act of treason. One man moved to seize her, but those four lordly figures quickly directed him to back down.

"This is an affront to our tribe's honour, Witch Doctor! Explain yourself, before we take your head!"

"She is more powerful than you can possibly imagine. If she wished, she could destroy our entire tribe in a matter of mere hours. She came to the Toxic Jungle to fell the Morbusaian, a beast that has devoured our men and women in droves.”

They nodded sagely. The Morbusaian had kept their numbers in check for over a hundred years now. To think it was dead...

Mare continued: “She also scaled the Great Wall in its entirety. Even our best men would never attempt such foolhardiness.”

A collective gasp went up from the gathered men, confirming Mare’s suspicions that the Chieftains had not shared this information. She heaved a sigh of relief that made her truly miraculous chest heave atop her plumpened belly, and proceeded.

“And that isn’t all. It pains me to say it, but this was also the moment our men struck. Fifty of our men, against an outsider who should have been rightly exhausted and delirious... She should have been easy pickings, and yet... She slaughtered all of them, and emerged with barely a scratch."

The Chieftains nodded. "We are aware of this. But she can be defeated, can she not?"

"While there may exist a force in this world stronger than her... I implore you to not bet our tribe's future on it being us. She has grown more powerful since she fought our men to a standstill."

The crowd began to murmur in fear. Mare quickly silenced them.

"It is true! She has made nothing short of a pact with Celestial forces beyond our ken... A False Goddess of the Northern religions backs her, and infuses her with her lordly might.”

She steeled her heart for what she said next. “And the conduit... is one of our own."

She cleared her throat, bracing herself for what she was about to say next. "She has taken the young man named Bow with her. He became... something akin to a sacrifice. A tribute to her Goddess's honour, if you will."

"Since then the pagan bitch's strength has only grown. She is now a giant forged in steel, a living and breathing Goddess in her own right. Seeking retribution... will only bring death, Councilmen."

The gathered audience were finally stunned into silence. For a long moment, the only sound was the whistling of the wind through the long and broad cavern, and the steady drip-dropping of beads of water.

And then, in a voice racked with emotion, a blood-curdling cry rang out over the meeting hall. Every onlooker felt a tingle traveling up their spine as the most passionate of their number let loose a plaintive cry.

"Nooo! No!"

All eyes turned to the very back of the hall, where a woman rose to her feet. Unlike the sea of black-fleshed bodies, this one was a pale outsider like Applejack. Yet her body was anointed with the same tribal paintings and tattoos as any of them, marking her as a fully-integrated tribal woman.

"No! It can't be! Bow... Bow and I were to be wed! To hear my betrothed is gone, is..."

Flexing muscles powerful beyond measure, she leapt through the crowd and alighted on the central stone platform beside Mare. She seized the much-older woman by her cloak, dragging them bouncily chest-to-chest.

Boing! Four tremendous, world-class breasts, one set of chocolate and one set vanilla, bounced together with a colossal clap between the two women, immediately vying for space and vantage... Most girls would have been completely engulfed by the rack Mare had matured over her long, fruitful life, but this Amazon was no slouch. Whoever she was, she made sure her chest met with just as much force as the rest of her. She matched pound for pound.

Tears streaked down her face as she shook Mare angrily. "How? How did this happen?"

Another woman might have been ruffled, but Mare remained resolute. To her, this was just another child having its tantrum, and it would not be entertained.

"Calm yourself. There is an explanation for this... Fluttershy."

Hearing her name called brought the young maiden's violence to an abrupt end. She unlaced her painted fingernails from the hem of the robe strained across Mare's enormous assets.

It seemed, thankfully, she was no fool. Her anger was temporary, and Mare already saw it passing.

Fluttershy. One of the oldest names in the world, with many different meanings across many different cultures.

When a light-skinned baby had been found abandoned in the Toxic Jungle, the tribe assigned her the moniker humourously. It meant simply "The One Who Is Alone Among Many." A taunting indication of how little time she would have for herself out here, before the toxins and the beasts and the choking kudzu vines claimed her life, churning the girl's short life down to but dust.

Mare remembered it well. She had decided to sneak food to the child when she could, and had thrust a small bone-tipped spear into her hands, but there was little anyone could do to prepare one for a life alone in a world like this. Fluttershy's death within the year was all but assured.

So imagine everyone's surprise, then, when she had not only lived, but thrived. Her name had another meaning... "One Who Speaks In Whispers." First believed to be a mute on account of being so quiet, when the child did speakher voice came out as little more than barely audible mumbling. It fell on the deaf ears of the tribal men and women.

But as it had turned out, others were listening.

The very animals of the Toxic Jungle itself had come to Fluttershy's aid in the days to come. Creeping from the undergrowth one by one, they had come, sheltering her from the harsh conditions and feeding her as if they were her own. Even the immortal nightmares that lurked at the heart of the Jungle itself found themselves unable to feed on her. They protected her defenseless form with badger's claws, turtle's hide and the shrieks of bats overhead.

So she had grown uninhibited, turning from a child into a woman. She developed into something Mare did not fully comprehend. Was this really an abandoned child? No possible parents had ever surfaced, and more fantastical possibilities soon began to present themselves.

The heart of the Toxic Jungle was as capricious as it was magical, and stranger things had happened than a child being fully-formed from the womb of the earth. The chaotic land itself seemed to care for Fluttershy, protecting and feeding her until she appeared as if a vine-wreathed extension of that dark realm's will.

Fluttershy returned the Jungle's favours a hundredfold. Soon, hunters reported strange events where they were led astray, or their prey seemed to vanish into thin air. Injured animals abruptly turned up healed and fully recuperated. Invaders attempting to strip or burn the forest met with the harshest fates of all, bodies churned up by the undergrowth, completely sucked of all nutrients.

Mare had thought on what it could all mean long and hard. She decided that if the sheer will of belief shown by humans could create Gods in this world, then why not also the trees and the animals? Where were the Gods they conjured into existence with their belief?

Could it be called impossible for, say, a little warren of rabbits huddled together in fear of the rain and lightning to wish their own guardian into existence, with nothing but their prayers?

As Fluttershy grew from a child into a woman, more of her powers manifested. She could purify water. She could grow crops in the harshest conditions, or turn a fertile field into a blighted land. On top of all that, Fluttershy's senses were unequaled among her own kind: she possessed the cunning of a fox, the speed of a rabbit, the strength of a bear, and the sting of a bee.

In the end, the tribe had had no choice but to accept her into their own number. Making an enemy of her would have been making an enemy of the entirety of the jungle itself.

Despite being not a natural-born member of the tribe, Fluttershy quickly adapted to the teachings of their people, going on to exemplify their teachings in every aspect. And it had resulted in the woman who now stood opposite Mare.

Although a far cry from Applejack's current size and power, Fluttershy had grown abnormally tall for a girl her age. She also displayed great proficiency in the art of the hunt. Fluttershy's beauty and soft allure were wrapped about the kind of strength that could easily best the warriors about her.

But it wasn't just her power and wit that were exceptional. The flower of womanhood had sprouted most thoroughly in lovely young Fluttershy, enough to even turn her long, soft tresses a shade of pink as rich as any of the jungle’s lilies. The unnatural colour made her stand out even more among the tribe than her pale skin already had, and it had only grown pinker and more vibrant with age. Girly without question! Excessively girly!

Under that thick head of hair bloomed bright green eyes sparkling with mischief and mystery alike... that would smoulder with adoration for any man she took as her mate. Her personality had always been that of one who doted on others - much like Mare she saw the suffering in other's eyes and was hurt by it.

Also much like Mare, Fluttershy had the necessary body to give exceptional care... especially to boys. She had come to the council meeting underdressed... which might seem quite an accomplishment among a tribe of jungle-dwelling primitives, until one saw her pale and fleshy curves were covered more by body-paint than clothing. The cutie’s gigantic, overwhelming bust spanned many more inches than the width of her shoulders, yet she’d wrapped only a single sash of green material all the way around those wobbling fruits of the earth.

Her hips and gut, both unmatched in their thickness and roundness by the other women in the tribe, were completely bare, just a little torn scrap of cloth hanging down between her legs to cover her womanhood. Her behind, two swollen and plump cheeks smelling faintly of peaches, only possessed a layer of muscle very, very deep under all that fat. She would have dutifully smothered Bow's face every night if he wished, keeping him drunk on her truly spectacular womanhood.

Yes, few women could keep a plump pear-shape all the way through becoming a strong warrior, but she had done it. And done it exceptionally, with splendid hourglass curves! There was a long period of honing one's body to consider, in which jiggling fat was turned little by little into killer muscle.

But when you were as closely intertwined with the magic of the jungle, and could draw on its boundless fertility in the same way many others might close a fist, miracles could happen. And so Fluttershy's burning urge to be a mother - to carry Bow's children - had somehow engorged her beyond what was possible. She had fleshed out in leaps and bounds, her body developing for this purpose and this purpose alone, while her need to prove herself as a warrior remained only a vague secondary notion.

And that was how Fluttershy had arrived at a physique that was both Herculean... and that of a hyper-fertile brood-queen. She was even on par with Mare and Applejack, and those two had been far from ordinary cases. Mare's heavy-set broodmare form, a body like that of an ox, had only been possible through decades of breeding and raising young - she might be a towering, vast-hipped broodmare now, but when she had been Fluttershy's age she had been flat, small and girlish. As for Applejack, the decadent breeder curves she now teased Bow with every night had taken nothing short of a Goddess's magic to achieve.

And now Fluttershy was going berserk. With breeding urges unfulfilled, a heat was originating deep inside of her empty womb, and it was turning to a rage that was driving the thick bitch down a bloody warpath.

Back in the present, Mare chewed her lip as she turned the details over in her head. When she spoke, it was slowly and with great weight, and in a grand tone that was directed to the entire auditorium.

"We were all excited for Bow's wedding to Fluttershy. It would have been an exceptional occasion. Few among our number bear strength on the same scale as Fluttershy, and her children would have doubtless carried the same incredible strengths and affinities for animals as her... had not the outsider come along."

Mare crossed the large room, laying a hand on Fluttershy's broad shoulder. She moved around the other girl in a circle, gesturing with her other hand in slow circles. "It began when Bow first displayed his goddess-marked brand. I understood that the boy's arranged marriage would be nullified the day he came across his fated partner. Yet I kept Fluttershy unaware of this fact as I judged there was no use having her worrying over something shrouded with so much uncertainty. Now I am paying the price of my discretion."

She clasped a fist. "Fate had driven them apart, and now Fluttershy is without a husband."

"And there is little we can do about that," Mare silently appended in her head. "Sending our whole tribe against the Goddess' chosen warrior would guarantee only heavy casualties. I need to stop them from pursuing a grave mistake, yet here are these fools thinking more of their masculinity than their people's future."

But as it turned out, Fluttershy's outburst -paired with the rattling Mare's brain had received - gave birth to a possible solution in the Witch Doctor's mind. She was quick to share it with the room:

"The troublesome Pagan warrior has stolen away your fiancé, Fluttershy. I was just conversing with the clan leaders as to what our people should do about it. There are many that insist that this had been an offense that we cannot simply ignore...and I agree."

The crowd began to murmur its approval, and Mare heaved a great sigh of relief that almost bust her robes clean open. Yes. Fluttershy was an outsider, and the tribe would move ahead just fine without her. More to the point, she was an unknown factor, a being with powers that left even Mare herself confused, and a little bit frightened. So this would be the perfect opportunity to measure the depth of Fluttershy's strengths, and perhaps even remove the untamed bandrui from the picture altogether.

"As Fluttershy had been the one wronged most by this intrusion, I suggest that she shall be the one to enact vengeance on behalf of our people. Her tracking skills are second to none, so it should be trivial to locate her betrothed, as well as that heretic."

She glanced back to Fluttershy, finding the young girl's face was alight with not just pride, but eagerness. Mare felt pleased: it seemed like everything was working out just how she'd intended. "A contingent of men could be heard from a mile away. A single woman... could perhaps take this transgressor by surprise. Does that not sound appropriate? Fluttershy, do you desire vengeance?"

Fluttershy laid a hand on her breasts, eyes downcast and jaw set. When she responded, it was with clear resignation in her eyes. She spoke as solemnly as if she really were making those sacred wedding vows. "I do! More than I have wanted for anything ever before! The outsider will regret stealing my beloved away from me!" There was not a single hint of hesitation in her voice as she declared her vendetta against the one who had prevented her union.

For being the "One Who Speaks in Whispers", the pink-haired warrior woman was anything but solemn at the moment. The outrage of having her fiance snatched from right under her nose was opening old wounds, dredging up a growing fury she felt with every fiber of her being. She shuddered where she stood, luscious figure trembling with rage for all the tribe to see, trying her hardest not to break her spear, or lash out at those around her.

But nevertheless, the warrior struggled to still her pounding heart and resist those childish urges. There were many that Fluttershy could blame, but Bow had been her fiance. She knew better than anyone that the fault lied most with her.

And in the face of that thought, there came others. The intruder, the woman Fluttershy hated so, had supposedly slain droves of her tribesmen in combat. She had soaked the jungle floor in their spilled blood. But that just made Fluttershy's heart harden all the more, and steeled her resolve to recover Bow. With his life on the line, nothing else mattered more to her, and nor should it.

Fluttershy was not like the others. She would use everything she had learned, all the power that nature had placed at her disposal, to find that despicable woman who sought to interfere with true love. And when Fluttershy had her, she would make an example of the barbarian, so that none other would ever try anything like this ever again. It didn't take long for the earth-blessed bride to follow up on her response.

She straightened her back, pink-capped breasts wobbling back to the fore, and regained her composure. "If the clan permits, I will leave as soon as possible. As a stranger to these lands, the heretic cannot possibly traverse them as well as I. I will easily catch up to her and my husband. I will make her pay. Not only for taking Bow, but for the blood of our tribe that had been shed."

Arching her back, the warrior woman raised both hands to her sides. She took in a deep breath of air, closed her eyes, and began to concentrate.

Reach down. Deep into the earth itself. Call up the power that was born within you and then take hold!

The ground beneath Fluttershy's feet began to crack apart in multiple places at once as arm-thick vines began to burst forth from the ground. One after another they came, spiraling together, looping circles around the Amazon's feet. With an array of earth-borne tendrils moving to support her back and upper body, she began to be lifted into the air. And all the while, Fluttershy stared furiously ahead, eyes narrowed and a deep frown set on her features.

More and more of her body began to be enclosed in vibrant green colours. "Make no mistake. The outsider's blood will be spilled."

Mare nodded, the large, dark-skinned woman lacing her fingers together. "I expect great things of you."

And still more vines came on, slithering out of the ground below until the rocks had entirely cracked apart, tossing fragments of stone into the air. Below her was now nothing but a great black chasm from which emerged a shivering, slithering expanse of vines, and glowing golden sunflowers a dozen feet across. As if possessed of some higher intellect, they swept the room, moving to obscure other's view of her body.

Yet more of those slithering vines whipped around Fluttershy's body, and soon every inch of her body was enclosed in a cocoon of lush greenery. The jungle's grip tightened around Fluttershy's body with enough strength that it became a skin-tight sheath, the vines straining across her breasts and hindquarters so tight that her makeshift cloth bikini ripped apart. She whined as her body was immediately bared, then quickly became quiet and placid once more when a sheath of greenery rose up to support them. A bustier of leaves as hard as steel formed around her chest while earth-green thigh-forms squeezed her thick thighs shapely and slender. A thong of vines and leaves together form-fitted itself to the woman's plumply proportioned, bordering on gargantuan, hips and crotch.

A great wooden club that had once been the trunk of an ancient tree was last. When Fluttershy reached to grasp its handle, vines immediately burst free from the base and wrapped around her wrist, locking her to the weapon as tightly as a gauntlet's grip. She hefted it over one shoulder, bearing the weight as if it were little more than a feather.

"Come, Seraph!" she called. With the fingers of her other hand, Fluttershy blew a great whistle, and an enormous silhouette almost immediately appeared at the other end of the cave. With head lowered, and great shaggy behind wobbling with each step, an enormous black bear began to pad its way down the cavern towards the organic prison where Fluttershy's battle armour was being forged. It looked up, and all those in attendance could see the great beast wearing a crooked wooden mask carved in the likeness of a rabbit, roots drawing out of the inside of the mask to anchor it firmly to the back of black bear's head. He paced around the cocoon, waiting for his mistress to emerge.

Fluttershy leapt from its confines and landed atop Seraph's back in one bold motion. She gave the ten-foot club a powerful swing that made onlookers lean back. The weapon was so large they felt gusts of strong wind blast their faces.

"The Jungle will be victorious! I will return with the outsider's head, or not at all! Ride, my steed!"

Once she and her frightening pet had raced out of the room without so much as a backwards glance, Mare heaved a great sigh of relief. "Good luck, Applejack..."