So a few weeks ago, I submitted a comic of my Keepers deuteragonist, Jobe, being eaten by Justice League villain Gorilla Grodd. Well, a lot of you seemed pretty excited about some rarely-seen gorilla vore, so I immediately was inspired after the work was finished to commission another work of such.

This one now tells a short story of Jobe going to the deep jungles of Africa and encountering a new gorilla villain: the villainous feral gorilla Tublat, whom some of you might recognize from The Legend of Tarzan, the series based on the Disney movie Tarzan. And it pretty much ends the same way as his encounter with Grodd.

Jobe walked through the deep jungle, looking around at the surroundings there, and hearing the chittering, chattering animals hiding out in the wilderness.
He was unsure as to where he was. Aterea had multiples kinds of settings and environments, but his planet certainly had no jungles. There were plains, forests, swamps, deserts, and mountains, for example, but definitely not a single jungle.
This was odd to the young prince. Where had he gone? He had been attempting to visit his godfather, Randall, in the city of Ambleside, but this was clearly nowhere near Ambleside. Nor was it anywhere in Aterea.
He knew that something had gone wrong. He'd used Storm's portal ring all the time, and it did have a tendency to mess up sometimes. This looked like one of those times.
"Where am I this time?" he wondered aloud as he walked. "That portal must have taken me to the wrong location."
He had barely finished his statement when he heard a low, quiet growl from a tree close by.
Then, before he could even react to the growl, a large, thick hand came out of practically nowhere and grabbed him around his throat before the big, beefy arm attached to the arm picked him up off the ground. Jobe shut his eyes tightly as he could barely breathe from the squeeze.
"I'll tell you where you are," said the voice belonging to the source of the arm that held him.
That source happened to be a large, wide-bodied gorilla with an overall tussled-looking appearance. He had coarse fur that was such a dark shade of gray, it could've been black. His head fur stood up atop his head like dancing flames. He had deep, evil yellow eyes, shaggy hair, and noticeably big, bulbous lips, with the lower one being a good deal larger and more noticeable than the upper one.
The gorilla went by the name Tublat. He had once been a part of a family of gorillas run by its late leader, Kerchak. But he had been exiled for starting too many fights with other male gorillas and for a failed attempt at challenging Kerchak for leadership. Since then, he had wandered the jungles, looking for other gorilla families to take over. Most recently, he'd taken over one such family, but had been defeated and driven away by Kerchak's adoptive human son, Tarzan, who had taken over rule of his original family.
In between schemes, though, Tublat also looked for his next meal or someone to terrorize. Having spotted Jobe wandering alone through the jungle, he had definitely decided on one of the two. While neither would be particularly appealing to Jobe, there was definitely one that he preferred over the other.
Unfortunately, what Tublat said next hinted that he was about to do his less preferred thing.
"You are in the middle of being a meal," Tublat said, raising Jobe just above his eye level. "My meal."
Now, Tublat didn't ordinarily eat humans. As a gorilla, he preferred fruits, bananas, and termites like most others. However, his years of enriching his more primal instincts had given him an almost predatory edge. While it wasn't a regular thing, he did enjoy indulging himself on the occasional human meal. Which was just what he intended Jobe to be.
The evil gorilla pulled Jobe close him, grabbed him around his back, and planted a long, sloppy lick beneath his chin with his long, wet, pink tongue.
"Delicious," he said, licking his big, plump lips with his saliva-covered tongue. His parted lips could now reveal how much his mouth was watering at his prey's delectable taste. "You'll go down quite nicely."
Then, he opened his maw widely, revealing his big, sharp teeth and the many, many, many stalactites and strands of drool hanging from the roof of his maw, as well as the waiting back of his wide-open throat, into all of which he was ready to shove his meal.

Part one of my commission by  ViceXXX.