Struggle to free yourself

Wasting no time, you grab hold of the vine encircling your wrist and tear at it until it loosens. As you are prying it free you keep kicking at the other vines attacking your leg. Another vine lashes your neck, wrapping around your throat, but before it can tighten you free your hand and get your fingers underneath it. The vine snaps in your grasp with a satisfying crack of celery stalks and a gush of milky liquid. You quickly pry the remaining vine from your ankle and dodge out of the way of another attack.

"You're through, bitch!" you shout and grab two vines and snap them in your hands. The plant girl screams in anger. You dance through her attacks, breaking and twisting those that come in reach of your hands.

You jump at the bulb and vault in a perfect spin kick, bringing your heel down on the plant girl's head. She doesn't have any bones, her head just cracks in half like a head of cabbage. That immediately puts a stop to the attack from the vines. She doesn't seem dead, she just can't see you and now her vines listlessly squirm on the ground.

You turn your attention to the unlucky idiot being devoured by her bulb. He is still being slowly pulled inside and a purplish vine is still wrapped around his swollen cock, milking it up and down. You grab the vine and snap it off just below the part wrapped around his prick. He looks up at you and smiles, completely in the throes of the plant girl's poison. You grab his arms and pull, dragging his legs, from the knees down, out of the disgusting innards of the bulb. His shoes and lower legs are coated in digestive goop that has, thankfully, not done much damage.

"Who...are...what is?" he mumbles as you drag him into the jungle and away from the dangerous hybrid plants. You find a shallow pool of rainwater and toss the man into it, hoping the water will neutralize the acids in the digestive goop. After a few minutes of sputtering and flailing the man finally comes around.

He is short and very pudgy, young, with a round face, thick glasses and an unfashionable fuzz of hair on his upper lip. His brown hair is stuck to his head with the water. He stands up in his ill-fitting Paisley work coverall, his now-soft cock still visible through the open trousers. The embroidered patch on his chest gives his name as "Lenny."

"What happened?" Lenny sputters. "Who are you? Am I still in the jungle?"

"I just saved you from being eaten by a plant girl," you say. "Now you better give me some answers because I almost got myself killed in the process of saving you. And please, put your penis away."

He goes bright red at the realization that his cock is still out and he quickly stuffs it back into his trousers. You wearily sit down on a rock and look at him withe a glare.

"What the hell is happening on this island, Lenny?"