Examine them

A penis shaped plant is weird. Anyone would look closer at them.

There is a huge colony of these reeds, surrounding most of the pond in a thick foliage. You cant believe you didnt notice these at first. The stems are tall, slender, green, and seems pretty sturdy. But at the top the flowering part was shaped, like a big ol' cock.

You reach out to touch it and are surpised by the texture, its very soft and they dont seem hollow one bit. You lean in to smell one, and they smell sweet and almost intoxicating.

Maybe it's the smell, or maybe it's how close you are already, but something in you made you lick it. Just a tiny little lick, nothing weire. Except that you loved how it tastes. You went in for a bigger, second lick, and weee hooked on the taste. It was something between the best sweets youve ever had and a wondeful full course meal. You continue licking it, wanting more of the taste, soon you just sart slurping on it. You keep slurping and sucking, addicted to the taste.

Then all of the sudden, you feel it swell, you pull it out of your mouth in time for it to shoot out a pink spore-like gas. The aroma of it was drunkening, and immediately turned you on. You needed another in your mouth. You felt high, you had no clue what you were doing, or who you were for that matter, all you could think about was these plants and how they taste and smell and feel against your throat. You take another, and make it spray, then another, and another. You're covered now, head to toe, in this pink mist. You continue sucking off these reeds, eventually not even bothering to let them release on you, you let them shoot their pink mist down your throat, which just intoxicates your more.

Everything turns into a fleshy, pink blur. Next thing you know you're waking up in a dark room, vision blurry. You hesr voices that sound very far away

"...like 30 of them, I've never seen anyone suck off that many without dying... There's no way it hasnt formed an addiction, we need to ween them off this... i dont know if thats a good plan, the others might get ideas"

As you try to focus more, you slip into unconsiousness.

You wake up again in the cage.