A Jungle Girl Meal

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A Jungle Girl Meal
By: SXCamaro

The morning sun rose over the Brazilian tree line and quickly started climbing into the sky. The jungle awakened from its deep sleep and began to bustle with activity. The Solpobra Tribe rose and began collecting wood for the tribal fire and went about their daily activities. This particular Brazilian tribe lived free of civilized contact and lived solely off the fruits of the jungle. They mated within their small community of two hundred people and shared collectively in the toils of everyday life

As the sun made its appearance young Nima began to stir in her hut. She was a young female of eighteen circles of age. Her tribe measured age by the growth of rings on tree and used this measure to estimate the time for marriage and adulthood. Nima was a gorgeous young woman. Shehad medium sized breasts and a curvy figure with tan skin. Her figure was clad in only a small leather top that barely covered her breasts and a leather and grass skirt that hung about half way to her knees. The sun peaked through the reeds of the hut and began to hit her eyes. She turned over avoiding the sun and attempted to fall back asleep. She lay for a few moments until her mother began to call for her.

Nima! Nima! It's time to rise and harvest wood and fruit for the nocturne ceremony!

Nima groaned rolling over thinking to herself what a pain this would be. She reluctantly got up and walked outside into the morning heat. The humidity had already began to build and the air felt heavy and thick. She walked onto the village common where all huts opened to. Her fellow villagers had began fishing, tending the young, and clearing the fire pit. She walked past the common and up to the river to take a morning dip. She noticed men further down stream had begun their fishing and where watching her. She took off her small leather covering and dove into the river. It was customary tradition of the tribe for the tribe to do this, it presented everybody a chance to see what they had to offer for marriage.

Mmmm this cool water feels so good on my skin

she thought to herself. She surfaced and a slight breeze on her face. She ran her fingers over her breast and her erect nipples taking in the pleasure of the cool water and then down her thighs and across her woman hood.

I wish I could do this all day and not be stuck in the hot and sticky woods. I always get stuck gathering wood. Well I better get out of here before mom comes over and punishes me for lazing around in the water.

As she exited the water and dressed her father came over and told her that she would be expected to gather enough wood to last the entire night.

Yesterday you gather enough wood to make it through nocturne ceremony. After we had eaten our harvest we discovered that we had no more wood in the common. Today you will gather more wood and not slack on your duty. her father said sternly. The tribe needs every member to be strong and if you cannot be a strong worker what kind of wife will you make for the tribe?

Nima felt ashamed. She knew that she had been slacking off in her duty but, she did it out of fear of marriage. Her father had promised her to another tribesman at birth to unite their families and strengthen tribal bond. She felt scared and did not want to be forced to have children and work endlessly on domestic chores. Despite the feelings of remorse inside she bite her lip and told her father,

Yes father. I am sorry to have shamed our family and the tribe. I will harvest enough wood today to ensure our fire will burn throughout the night and into the next suns rising.

Her father seemed satisfied with her response and lumbered away to a group of men who were going out hunting. He gathered his spear and the men set out to kill food for the tribe.

Well I'd better get started with the wood this is going to take all afternoon and maybe longer. She thought to herself.

Nima wondered slowly into the woods with her reed and mud bag attached to her back. She walked slowly and unenthusiastically through the dense brush. She bent over picking up twigs and took her time cleaning them off.

Pull off leaves on twigs. They make smoke and bring bugs. Gather dry leaves but make sure they have no snakes under them before you pick them up. Get big branches too but, don't take any that are wet they cause uneven burning. She heard her mothers voice repeating in her head over and over as she had for the last twelve circles of her life.

I'm old enough to do the work of a woman and be married to a man but, I get the respect of a child. Nobody thinks I can do work. They treat me as a feeble being that is not reliable enough to gather these lowly twigs and sticks. She said angrily to herself.

Several hours passed and she had only ventured a few hundred feet off the village and filled her bag half full of mostly useless material. She began to ponder what the world beyond the forest must be like. She once when she was very young saw a small white monster fly across the sky. It made a loud roar and had a long tail. It hard intrigued her and made her think if she could fly she could leave this place and make a new village or find one that treated her like an equal. She closed her eyes and remembered the day clearly. She had been maybe five circles old and was hanging around camp suckling upon one of the tribes woman's breasts. The tribe believed this brought unity and power to the tribe. The milk of the women provided extra strength to the hunters and made the women work hard so they fed off of it until they turned seven tree circles old.

I wish I could be the great white flying monster. I wish I could fly far away and make a new life and live in forever happiness. She thought a bit more, sighed, and continued gathering wood. She took a step forward and suddenly the jungle foliage gave way. She fell tumbling head over heel down a hill. She frantically pulled at roots and rocks and clawed at the ground. She saw the ground ahead of her and then hit it.

She lay for a few moments temporarily stunned from the fall. What..the