A gentle world of mind-altering pollen (Good path)

The tentacle wrapped around your waist pulls you through the portal and immediately your senses are overtaken by warm, humid air that seems to blanket your body. The sky is a sunset hue of pastels as you watch the portal close into nothingness. You look down to where you are now more gently being lowered and see a purple blob, about the size of a beanbag chair. The smooth orb is only broken where the tentacles holding you jut from the mass.

You're not sure if it's the environment, or if now that you've seen your captor and deemed it to be much less threatening, but you feel your body start to relax. You look around and see trees blossoming all around you, your blob captor in the center of a patch of soft grass in a clearing between them. The trees seem to shimmer as if putting pollen into the air; it's too pretty to think about too much.

As you're set down on the grass and released from the tentacles, you're surprisingly calm for someone suddenly transported into an unknown dimension. You're surprised to find that you have very little memories of what happened just before coming to this dreamland. All you remember is cold iron and domineering men - you would rather forget it all entirely. You shake your head as if to clear your thoughts entirely.

Your new companion holds up one of its tentacles as if to invite you to high five it. You hold your hand up to mimic it and touch it lightly, giggling as you do. You don't remember why you were afraid at all now. Suddenly you feel the tentacle start to vibrate and you can somehow understand words forming from those vibrations.

"Hello, little one," the tentacle blob speaks. "I'm glad you're here now. You seem much nicer than the other one of your dimension - softer, more able to listen. I've been so lonely here by myself. I'd love to have your company."

It says the last part as if asking a question of you. You don't see any reason not to; where else would you go?

"I can easily send you back to your world any time," the creature says as if reading your thoughts. "I've been able to form a bit of a bond with you already, the stronger our bond, the more easily we will be able to communicate with each other," the blob continues. "I like you, Rosa, I can tell you've had a hard life and I'd like to fix that if I can. I want to make you feel only good things now."

You think to yourself about what feels good. Being here in the warmth feels good. Being with this creature feels good. You feel as though it truly does care for you and understand you already, and in fact you can think of one more thing that feels good. At that last thought your body heats up quickly. You pull your free hand towards your already dampening slit and utter a small cry at the unexpected sensation.

You realize as you bring your hand up towards your wetness that your most sensitive part is somehow more sensitive than ever. The lightest touch has you dropping to your knees and makes your eyes roll back in your head, your tongue lolling out with a squeak. Of course, the tentacled-being already senses what would make you feel good, better than you ever have before.