From up here, the world looks small...and very hard to see. Eva should be more relieved. Alas, she hasn't been small for very long. She's still not used to it.

And her mount flies so fast, that the only thing she can look at for a long time without getting sick is her mount. And it's a good thing Eva doesn't. She's still drunk...from that beer can she fell into. In a way, that sort of makes this fly her...ahem, "knight in shining armor."

The fly's got a huge ass. Eva shudders...

At her size, the fly's back leg is like a really tall pole. Her arms will get tired, indefinitely. So, once again, she climbs up to the fly's knee...

The fly stays airborne, never wavering. If he suspects he's picked up a freeloader, he doesn't show it.

At last, she's on the fly's knee. She stands atop it, and prepares to jump...

The gap between the fly's leg segments has a lot of crags in it. Eva's standing in one. From behind, a dust mite approaches her. Good thing she doesn't turn around...

The dust mite stops to smell her. At the same time, she chambers to leap. With nanoseconds to spare, the mite reaches forth with its mandibles, and caresses Eva's bikini-clad ass. It's a VERY delicate ass...even if it could use some work...

As before, Eva sinks her fingers into the side of the fly's abdomen, as she slides down it some. She clenches her eyes, and prays she doesn't slide off the bottom...

She doesn't. Confused, she's tempted to caress her ass, to see if her mystery molester left a mark... Alas, she needs both hands on the fly's ass for this next part.

Precariously, she climbs the fly's abdomen. To her, it's like a round cliff.

Behind her behind, the mite seems disappointed. He turns, and crawls back into the depths of the fly's back leg.

Onward, the fly flies. Some insects just don't know how to land. At some point, though, this one does. He lands on an upper limb of a tree, surrounded by jungle.

At least, Eva gets to climb to the top of the abdomen, without having to suffer the scariness of looking down. She doesn't, of course. And it's just as well she doesn't. The limb in this tree is still at a height...if not the same height her mount was airborne.

She's made it to the top. She stands, and looks around. Below and away, the trunk of the tree radiates branches and limbs towards other trees. Trees in a forest compete for sunlight, but... Some of these features suggest that trees also want to be connected...

To Eva, they're like paths of death. She's not used to heights; she's always been more down-to-earth, among most women. She'd hardly call this a safe height. But then, where she comes from, there's no such thing.

From where she is, she sees the fly's thorax. It looks MUCH safer to be on than where she is now...as much as she lusts for her steed's record-breaking ass. So, she spreads her arms out. And in nano-baby steps, she proceeds to the thorax...

Alas, a lizard crawls up from behind the fly. Its tongue is emerging from its mouth...

Too soon, the fly takes off again. Eva screams, and nearly slides off the back end of the fly's abdomen. If not for her sharp nails, she'd go sliding off the end, into oblivion.

She looks behind her, and down...past her own bikini-clad ass. It's a long way down... And it makes Eva sick, so she turns her attention back to her mount's ass.

This is sickening...but also thrilling. If Eva wasn't scared to death, she'd think she was in leavened sex heaven...

Ahead, a poison dart frog sits on a perch. His leathery skin drips with venom...

He sees movement, so he flicks his tongue. What joy; it was a fly, after all. And a fruit one, at that...

Having been robbed of her mount, Eva goes spiraling through the air, among limbs and past branches. She bounces across several leaves.

Her bikini's loose. She thinks one of her tits is exposed...

She grabs onto a limb she passes...and stops moving. She swings from it...and slows to a still hang.

She looks down, past her toes. She feels like dampening her bikini bottom.

Her arms are sore. Still, she hauls herself up. She's on the limb. Alas, she can't seem to stand. She stretches out across the limb, and trembles. Her feet and hands make contact with the limb...but that's all that has. Down-to-earth, Eva is NOT in a good place, right now...

Resting on a branch nearby, a golden viper opens his eyes. From far away, he sees a limb trembling. It's the one Eva's on. He can't see Eva...but he's been around long enough to know that if a limb trembles like that, it isn't because of the wind. There's prey on it.

The viper flicks his tongue...confirming said prey's scent. Within, his bowels bubble. His appetite is ripe, and ready for sating. He'd hate to leave a good roost...but he'd hate to go hungry more. He's a snake. He'd ALWAYS hate to go hungry.

Perspiring, Eva stops trembling. Precariously, she puts one foot forward. Clutching the limb tightly with her hands, she brings her other foot forward. Now her bikini-clad ass sticks out like a sore thumb...or an overdeveloped knob. But at least Eva's bottoms-up toast is hot...

Eva stands, spreads her arms, and precariously finds balance. She looks down...and nearly falls, squealing while doing so. She nearly irrigates her bikini bottom. So she looks up instead, breathes, re-composes herself, and takes dangerous steps forward.

She can't see where she places her feet. Even so, she trusts the limb more than she does the open air. Thankfully, this limb is just wide enough for her to tight-rope walk decently. It's almost as if this jungle's been EXPECTING this to happen to her...

At this, Eva stops, and thinks... Hmm; this jungle could be haunted...

Nonsense; there's no such thing as magic, and she knows it. Onward and downward, she continues. The floor is so far from here. Alas, it's just as well she doesn't get there. For someone her size, the jungle floor can be more dangerous than its canopy.

Even if that be the case, Eva will feel safer there, even if she really isn't. So, with the feet of a guanaco, she must proceed...

And even at this size, she is a VERY elegant guanaco...whether she sees herself as one or not. She sure sees herself as a sex leech...if not a relatively self-controlled one...