Leave your clothes

You have no time to gather and clean your clothes. The sun will set and you’ll be left wandering in the dark. You have to try to find a settlement or a shelter before that happen. You look down at your naked form, feeling uncomfortable with your exposed self being so free to the world. You bunch up, squeezing your legs together and pressing your arms against your most revealing features.

This isn’t the best option, but it’s the only option. At a minimum, you grab your knife and free your spear from the webbing. You begin to make your way down the river in hopes of finding someone who will help you with this increasingly torturous journey.

As you make your way down, you feel your stomach complain. What you wouldn’t give for some food right now. You journey further—in a race with the sun to make it to shelter before it disappears for the night. However, your hunger begins to get the best of you.

You look to the forest and see if you can spot something to forage. Staying close to the river, you wander in and out of the woods, keeping an eye above and below for any fruit. That’s when you smell something sweet nearby. Your gurgling stomach beckons you to go for it. You’re not sure what could be producing such a scent, but you decide to investigate anyway.

Following the smell, you come to a large tree with bright red fruit hanging from it. You’re not sure if it was the fruit giving off the smell, but you care little. You’re just eager to grab a bite.

As you approach, you notice a large, pink flower growing at the base of the tree. Five petals splay outward, each one’s length as long as you are tall, making it look like an overgrown lily. A dozen long green stamens reach from its wide center, blowing in the breeze.

Although strange, you ignore the oversized plant, looking back up at the tree. You take your spear and begin to swing at one of the low hanging fruits. It’s just barely out of reach, making your stand on the tips of your toes. You eventually catch it with your spear, making it fall beside you. As you reach down to grab it, you see something out of the corner of your eye snaking toward you. You look over, but before you even realize what’s happening, a group of thick, tentacle-like vines wrap around your limbs.

A gasp escapes you as you’re lifted off the ground. The living vines raise you into air by your wrists and ankles, your weapons dropping from your hands.

“What the hell is this!?” you shout. You flail about, but being suspended like this feels like you’re just fighting against air. You kick and punch but the vines just coil tighter around you. You look down below you, seeing where the vines are coming from. You see that the vines holding you up are actually the stamens extending from the giant, pink flower’s center. You spot the unoccupied stamens begin to wiggle toward you, growing in length from the flower’s core. You feel their smooth, cool skins coil around your waist, your thighs, even each of your breasts, one by one.

You feel another vine wrap itself around your neck, making it harder to breathe. The vines holding your thighs pry apart your legs, and the last few tentacles begin to hover over your feminine hole, as if studying it. You swallow in fear, unsure of what they plan to do next. You glance beside you. One more vine rises beside your face, similarly studying it like a snake would its prey.

With the vine so close to your face, you notice a slit at the tip of the plant’s stamen. A lime green liquid seems to lightly bubble from the tip, making you fear the thing’s intentions.