You decide to head down the right-hand path. For a while you follow the corridor formed by the moss-covered rock walls on both sides, and eventually you find yourself stepping through a stone arch, like where you came from, and into a large clearing.
You take in the scene… and decide you went the wrong way. This clearing is completely enclosed by the rock wall; there ware no other exits, and you will find no help here. All you see around here are more plants… fewer than in the other clearing, mind you, and most of them looking rather harmless, but plants nonetheless. There are no traces of recent human activity.
You stand there for a bit, your hands on your hips, a sour expression on your face. You have to head back… sigh. Well, at least there are no giant crocs around… just a muddy pond near the center of the area, with a small flowering plant near the center of it. This area must be the first one you’ve entered that isn’t deadly. All there is in here is that sweet-smelling plant there, the one you’re heading toward…
You frown momentarily, coming to a stop. Why were you going forward? You didn’t mean to do that. You were supposed to turn around, and walk away. It doesn’t matter that the flower smells good… or that you seem to be getting really hot… no, you have to turn around and walk away… and walk…
You grimace and stop yourself. You’re already half-way toward that muddy pond and the flower there… what’s going on? Why… why are you walking toward it instead of away, as you mean to…?
You shiver, and not from fear or cold, as another whiff of the plant’s sweet aroma wafts by your nose. Your flesh is tingling… your body is getting really, really hot… your eyes widen as you realize, to your shock, that you’re becoming increasingly turned on for no reason at all. A tentative touch of fingers to your sex makes you gasp and moan…
What’s going on? You stare at the plant. It’s pretty small, with a mass of finger-like roots buried into the mud and with many leaves the size of your head just above those roots. A single stem is up in the air, at the end of which is a flower with red petals. The flower is open… and you can see small puffs of pink spores streaming from it.
You jerk in place and take a startled step forward, your body seeming to react without your consent. Sticking out of that flower, pointed right at you, is a large shape… tubular, with a small hole in the end, Green and smooth but incredibly reminiscent of a man’s penis!
No way, you think. That’s way too obvious. That plant must be either carnivorous or in some other way deadly… particularly, you’re sure, to a woman! But why… why are you having to fight the urge to walk toward it?! Why is your body screaming at you to get close to that thing and let it do whatever it intends?! And that mud… for all you know, it’s a bottomless bog…
You see another puff of pink spores… and understand. It’s releasing clouds of pheromones… driving your body wild with lust…
Maybe it’s just really friendly, you think hopefully? Maybe it’s harmless? And surely your body is more than ready… you’re sure that whatever happens, it would be very, very pleasant…
No… your mind is failing, you realize. You have to fight this. You have to fight the urge to give yourself to this plant… but it’s hard, so very hard to resist… you’re not sure you can. What can you possibly do when your own body fights you!?
What do you do? Fight it? Or surrender?
