Allen agrees to become her little mouse.

The purring voice in Allen's ears was sweet like honey, but not exactly friendly. He heard her say that she might save him from this sexy torment, but only at the cost of his own freedom; that was the price the disembodied girl wanted, complete obedience in exchange for the boy’s rescue.

"Which'll it be, my little rodent? My adorable little mouse? A fate where you're a flowerbed's plaything until you forget who you even were before? Or shall you elect to become mine, and save your cute ass?"

A flower’s creeping tendril wrapped around his smol dick, cupping his miniature balls in just the right way to **** a moan from poor Allen, and the blond femboy didn’t have to mull long over whether he would take the mysterious voice’s deal. On the verge of his fourth orgasm since he was ensnared by these giggling, Molesting Flowers, Allen hoarsely stammered out, “Y-yes, I *Ughnn*, I w-w-wanna b-be *Moan* r-rescued!”

"Teehee! I wouldn't hold out hope, you cutesy boy." The azalea groping his nipples giggled as his moans turned into whimpers, "Nobody as small, nor as sexy as yourself has ever escaped us before. Us girls live to **** fine young lads such this blond bonny, we have no plans to let you leave our company with a single ounce of sperm!"

His tight little back entrance was teased by a nectar-soaked leaf, and his breathing was so staccato by the incredible, sexual over-stimulation that the young feminine man found himself about to pass out from the pleasure. A whimpering, adorable wail escaped his lips as another climax raced through his tiny body; sending another spurt of his seed across the flowerbeds underneath his buck-naked body... and scarcely a second after the orgasm, his vision went black. Allen could not tell whether it was that he was ****, or simply blinded at the moment, but all colours were stripped from the world around him, just as he'd been stripped of his clothes, and also thankfully stripped from those flowers' licentious entanglement.

Then the color of the world returned, yet only in shades of pink and purple, the hues playing at the edges of his vision before the view of a new, safer clearing revealed itself in the full spectrum of greenery. He was physically apart from, and safe from those groping geraniums, but the damage to his libido had already been done. His teeny-tiny peen was busied squirting out the last few drops of cum left in his lithe little body, and a cat waiting in the clearing before him watched with a ravenous grin across her face as the orgasm wracked his slender frame. The final bit of Allen’s cum glistened in a sunbeam as it leaked out of his underdeveloped package, down onto a blade of grass in the new clearing.

"Come on then, you’re mine now, you cute little rodent. If there’s anything a cat like me is known for, it’s assessing new talent, and I'd say you're the most promising man I've seen come by in a long time~"

Allen could at last gaze properly across his surroundings, if for nothing else than to seek out the origin point of that purring voice. However, a scan by his bare ankles revealed only a regular sized, (though curiously pink-coloured) cat. It was grinning up at his naked little body as if awaiting a response, but cats couldn't talk last time Allen had checked... right? Well, if it was possible to get gang-molested by nine-foot-tall flowers that spoke like noblewomen, then a talking cat was the least crazy thing the humiliated boy had yet encountered down the rabbit hole.

Blushing a bright scarlet as he remembered to hide his underdeveloped, utterly-spent penis from the girly voiced predator, Allen addressed the cat grinning before him...