Run up the side of the forest

You feel like running on foot is still the best way to go. You figure you will be less out in the open and have a chance to escape back into the woods if the goblin manages to spot you. You begin to make your way in the direction against the river’s flow. Not forgoing the forest’s cover, you try and move just inside the border of trees that span the river.

You don’t hear the goblin as you make your way upstream. The only thing you hear is the growl of your stomach. You haven’t eaten since yesterday. It’s going to be a hard journey if you don’t get something to eat, plus your feet are bruised and scratched from running barefoot in the forest. With the chasing goblin nowhere in sight, you slow down to give your weary feet a rest and to search for 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 try and hop upwards with fingers extended, hoping to catch the low hanging fruit. There is no way to reach it without climbing the tree. You look to the trunk and walk towards it.

As you begin to pull yourself up on a low branch, you spot something out of the corner of your eye. 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 pulled off the side of the tree and raised into the air by your wrists and ankles.

“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 some 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 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.