Shipwrecked

Suddenly Nad finds hisselves in another place. Madassgascar. Acrosst the Pacifix Ocean and stuff. Only Nad di'n't know that. He had been taking a three hour crooze when a storm blew him of course. For daze he had fawt the illements, clinging to his canoe and kicking shark butt and stuff like that. Finely he spotted the shoreline. He managed to come on it by fashioning a sail from his groincloth, which he tied to his groinclothlessness, and letting the wind blow him.

Nad lowers his sail and wades asssore. "This looks much like home, butt in the other direction", thinks Nad to hisselves, mostly because he is beside hisselves.

As he mounts the sand the wind blows breezerly, waving his sail this ways and that. Just off the beatch is the ocean he just came in. The sun beats down with both fists on Nad's so he (Nad) desides to go into the jungkle which is in the other way. He follows the footprints left by someone's nekid feet into it. In a sudden climax, Nad realizes that there may be others about. "Others! With footprints!", he dedouces.

The jungkle is densome and steamish. The footprints Nad followt lead to the bass of a tree what otherwise looks like the other ones. This puzzles Nad, so he looks for a secret doorway in the trunk. He finds none. Shrugging, Nad sits at the bass and desides to nap.

Up A Tree

"It must be dark", sujests Nad to hisselves when he awakes. Indeed it is - there is an abcess of lightage. Nad can feel his back against the tree but can not see it. As his eyes become uhjusticed to the night, Nad's sushifishions are confirmt. It is dark. Awhere that he cannot manurever under these condishes, Nad asides to stay put.

In the distance he hears multivalous eeepages, though in an unfamilyer axint. It is strangley comforting to hear lemur sounds in the night, but he longs for an underella. Other strange sounds fill the air, but Nad has little trubble breething.

Nad heres a noise in the tree above. It sounds like a nekid wimmin so, snatcherally, he climbs up the tree to investhergate. "It IS a wimmin", he ejaculates as his head comes up atween the sleeping lady's legs. She is snoring sprawtly acrosst the branch.

"Hey lady!", he whispshers shoutally. This has the effect of waking upon her, so she opens her eyes. Seeing Nad looking up at her from atween her legs must startle her, as she quickly jumps up to a standing on the branch looking down at Nad position.

"Don't be ascared ma'am", Nad yellts soothingsomely. In response she kicks him toely in the chin and Nad spills out of the tree headdownly.

Nad Comes Too

When he comes too, her's are dangling over him and she is dabbing his foreheadskin with a wet leaf. "OOOooOOOoooOOOoo", growns Nad. Soon Nad feels much better about her's, and attempts to strike up a conversatiation. "Who are you?", he aks her. In answer, she shakes her head left then right then left and then right again - maybe about three times, and points to her lips. "Damn!", saids Nad to hisself. Then he realeyeses that he has mistaken her response and that instead of no oral she was saying no speech. She appairedly can't speak. "Oh", saids Nad.

They soon discover that with simple hand movements they can stimulate one another. This erection of some sembranch of langwich is furthered by the use of even more body parts.

As the sun and everything else rises, Nad suckcums to his desires and has his ways with the lady what cannot speak - a trait Nad somehow tolerates. Her oral skills are not lacking in spite of her inability to speak, for her moaning is nearly contiguous, reverberating threwout his body. And that is why Nad begins to call her Moanunh.

Taming The Tropical Topology

Nad and Moanunh walk along the beatch. She bends over to signal Nad of her intentions and shows him how to find a meal. Nad is a fast learner and soon he is shucking clams and muscles with ease.

Time goes by and Nad and Moanunh, alone in Madassgascar, brave the illements and build shelter and stuff. Mostly stuff.

The Disturbalance

One day Nad is snoozingly on his branch when Moanunh rushes up obvioussomely estreamly exeyeded about somely. Motioning her suppulent breasts at Nad she indickates his followage and runs twoward the beatch. Nad follows her behindly, his head rocking with the motion of it all. When they get to the beatch Moanunh points out to see and there Nad seas a ship!

It is a large saline vessel and even from this distance Nad can see the black flag what has a white skull and crossed bones on it. "PIERUTS!", yells Nad, tugging at Moanunh's breast to get her off quickly, the beatch. She does not understand pieruts but she understands the tugging and, always ready for a good romp on the branch, lets Nad lead her back into the jungkle.

When they arrive at their shelter Moanunh, still under a misstaken asshumption, goes down on Nad who struggles to think their situation over. "Unnnnnhhhh", saids he. "No! I need to prepare to defend us from the pieruts!", he forceps hisselves to think inspite of her mouth. Nad wonders how he would handle this problem if he were back in his own domane, instead of hers.

"I suppose I would inlist the lemurs to help me", he poundhers. "Unnnhhhhh", he slipts again in response to her low moanagements. Then again. And again. And then one more time - only this time real loud like, "unnnNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!". Moanunh swallows in responge.

Trying to get her off, his lap, he uses rapid and continutal hand signals for Moanunh to follow him. She comes redily. Then she follows him deep into the jungkle. "I have heard lemurs here afore", he saids to her. "Pieruts bad - lemurs not so bad", he saids. She nods her breasts to indicate she doesn't understand so Nad splains shit to her.

Nad's Accentdental Meeting with the Chief Lemur

To Moanunh it was just a lot of eepingments but if she understood lemur she would have followed their conversaysome.

"Me Nad", saids Nad pounding his chest with his fist. "Why you mad?", aks the Chief Lemur. "Not mad - NAD!", saids Nad. "Real mad?", aks the Chief Lemur of this apparently ugly bald too tall and forin sounding lemur. "NAD!", yellts Nad in Lemuranianese. "Yer making ME mad!", screamts the Chief.

Anyways.

Eventualsomely Nad manages to splain shit to the Chief Lemur. Fortunaboatly, the Chief had dealt with the pieruts once afore, when they came ashore to have their ways with the lemur females. He was still real pist off about that!

The Stern Aft Port Bow

Meanwhile the pierut ship was drooping anchors like so much loose change just offswhorely. "Trim that sail", yellts Captain Lyle at the guy with a patch. "Yo Ho!", the guy calls back. All the pieruts are very eseyeted acause they will soon be frothlicking with those furry, though unwilling, lemur wenches. Captain Lyle's pride begins to swell as he watches his sweaty men sweat.

"Captin?", aks the first mate. "Yes, Bruce?", aks the Captain, shakin from his self-reverie. "I love you", saids Bruce. "Not in front of the others!", roars Captain Lyle. "They already know I'm your first mate", sniffs Bruce as he limps away wristly. "Blow me down!", shouts Captain Lyle at Bruce's tightsome though willsome and wellhad rear.

Then the boats are lowered sidely overbored. Captain Lyle and all of the pieruts row gleesomely toward their plunder of lemur tail.

Getting By Without Nads

Meawhile, back in Nad's Chilean home, the lemurs might have begun to wonder where Nad has gotten to. "He left on a 3 hour crooze just 8 months ago - let's not jump to conclusions", saids one. The others wonder who he is talking about.

The Chase Seen

Nad watches the pieruts as they make their ways acrosst the beatch. They appear to be a cut thoatly bunch and Nad hopes the plan he and the lemur Chief have deviced will werk. Moanunh crouches at his side ready to do her parts. The lemur flock silently await the signal from Nad to do theirs.

Then, just as the pierut hoodlums are about to enter the jungkle yo ho a' yohoing like a scene from a tropical West Side Story, Nad pats Moanunh's behindness as per the prearangled plan and she darts her nekid self into the path of the pierut's eyeballs!

"Ahoy Mateys!", yellts Captain Lyle at the site. "Shiver me timber!", yells another guy what must have had a peg leg atween his two others. Moanunh runs into the jungkle with the pieruts coming behind, unawears that they are being led into Nad's trap.

Now Nad leaps high into the trees and swinging from tree to tree remains just above and in front of the pieruts, who are screaming topical pierut verbiagements like, "Pieces of Ate!", and "I got your plank - right here!". Moanunh, feelmealyer with the path what has been selected for the plan manages to stay ahead of the noisesome men. Then, with Nad and the lemurs overly and Moanunh's just outly, the pierut pack enters the clearing what Nad and the Chief lemur have preparet to spring their trap!

The Trap Is Sprungt

"NOW!", yells Nad, as he swoops down to snatch Moanunh in his free arm and then back up into the canopeas. At this prearragned signalment, which to all but the lemurs sounds like just another jungkle eeep, the lemurs - led by the Chief - runaway. Nad and Moanunh follow. The pieruts continue to search for Moanunh - having a groupwise singular objective, known in pierut circles as "gangplanking".

When they arrive at the beatch, Nad loads everybody, into the pierut boats, and they row, to the ship, which is empty, what with no pierut willing to stay aboard, and, miss lemur tail. As they hoist the sails Nad sees the pieruts spilt out on the beatch shaking their fists angrily. The lemurs moon them as the ship sails away - bound for Nad's Chilean home.

The sea is flacid and lit clearly by the full moon overhead. Nad doesn't wonder about what it would look like underfoot. Instead he (Nad) holds Moanunh, still stark nekid (her), the two of them standing firm and erect on the port bow, rocking to and fro - often in opposite circular directions with the movement of the ship.

Suddenly they are in the Bermuda Triangle and huge storms and UFOs are hovering about flashing whatever they have at the ship! Needles to say, all of the lemurs, Moanunh, and Nad are either swept over the side of the ship by the storms or absductaped by the UFOs.

When Nad opens his eyes the UFOs overhead seem to be in pairs and the rain is still pouring. Then he realeyeses that the UFOs are merely the saucersome lemur eyes in the night and the rain just so much falling lemur wee wee. Nad's three hour crooze had been but a 3 hour snuise.

In a way Nad was not glad to be home.