Pull The Vines Off Her

"Hold on, Ayame!" you shout and run up to her as the vines begin pulling her deeper into the forest. You grab a handfull of the vine on her left arm and begin trying to pull it away from her. On the ground, you notice that the vines Ayame had torn have begun to twitch again. Although the severed ends still lay limp on the ground behind you, the parts that are connected to whatever the source of these vines is are still moving.

"Hurry, Naomi," cries Ayame. "I think it's getting stronger." And you think it is too, for all your pulling you've barely managed to pull the vine off of her shoulder. The vines on the ground have begun to slither up her legs, and she squeals as the first one pushes under her tight running shorts, stretching the fabric as it wriggles deeper inside. Ayame is being wrapped just as tightly as you were, in spite of your efforts.

You both scream as the two of you are dragged through the last of the bushes, emerging into a forest clearing near a wooded cave. At the mouth of the cave is the source of the vines; some kind of hideous blob sprouting tentacles from all over it's body. Even as you approach, you see more vine-like tentacles begin to emerge from the semi-transluscent mass, twitching and throbbing as they grow like a gross parody of a guy's cock.

"Kyuuhhh," gasps Ayame, "It. . . it's inside me." Looking down, you see that at least one of the tendrils has reached all the way up her thigh and is twitching and probing in the crotch of her shorts. In spite of her panic, her eyes half-close at the erotic touch of the creature. "Oh God, you've got to get me away from this thing," she begs between moans.

You're already breathing hard and you don't know what else you could try.