((No problem, Amy-Chan))<br/><br/>Trish didn't look at all displeased with the situation.  Quite the opposite, she saw Seras emerge and grinned widely at her from where she stood bent over half-way.  "S-so... slimy!  That must... have been...<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>in there!"  She managed.  Marcus, holding her firmly by her waist, made a grunt of agreement, his brown eyes also meeting Seras' green ones.  He grinned, too; he'd gone from being a mindless, memory-less creature in a slimy plant to a free male with all kinds of young women to choose from.  It was like going to heaven the second he'd stepped out of hell.<br/><br/>Some of the other women saw where Trish was looking, and they noticed Seras' slimy upper body sticking out of the plant.  Though it was always fun and distracting to watch activities like what Trish and Marcus were up to, it was also rather commonplace; as such, a few of the women decided they could give Seras a hand.  Bobbie, that muscular woman, wedged a spear into the opening again, a safe distance from Seras, and with her muscles bulging she widened the passage for the redheaded Retriever.<br/><br/>The other women took hold of Seras' arms, and with a little pulling they freed her from the Passive Pitcher Plant safely to lower her nude and slimy form to the ground.  The plant, though it had lost two meals today, gave no reaction... but then again, there was still a motionless feminine form in its stem.  It wouldn't<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>another meal for a while.<br/><br/>A few minutes passed, and the women watched and waited.  Seras having "drained" Marcus once, it took him longer to give Trish his seed this time, but Trish wasn't complaining about that fact.  Indeed, by the time he finished, she looked thoroughly pleased with the experience.<br/><br/>Finally however, she walked up to Seras and gave her a good long hug, not caring about how slimy she still was.  "Good job, Retriever," she declared, grinning at her.  "<span style="font-style: italic">Really</span>good job.  Ya rescued us one of our boys, red."  She smirked.  "We're lucky.  We managed to save<span style="font-style: italic">one</span>person, and it's one of the men.  There doesn't seem to be anyone else we can save."  She looked around the 'garden' they stood in, wherein so many of the humans had died during the mindless days.<br/><br/>To everyone's shock, someone heard Trish's words, and apparently disagreed.  Though it was muffled, the words they heard in reply were quite clear.  "<span style="font-style: italic">Does that mean you're going to leave me here?</span>"<br/><br/>It took them a few seconds to locate the source of the voice.  At the base of a Spitter Plant, almost entirely concealed under its leaves, lay the gummed-up form of another human... another man.  Though helplessly encased by the plant's quick-hardening glue, whoever it was had managed to clear their face before it hardened, so they could breathe.  The clan had chopped off the plant's feeder vine, so all it could do was glue up its prey, without being able to actually eat it.  The clan used that glue.<br/><br/>The person lay there, their face exposed.  The clan members would immediately realize that it was yet another<span style="font-style: italic">man</span>... and judging by the restrained<span style="font-style: italic">bulge</span>in the glue covering him, he'd been able to see everything that had just happened.<br/><br/>"Another man!"  Trish said happily.  "Wow, and we almost<span style="font-style: italic">missed</span>ya!  Good thing you spoke up."  She frowned.  "Huh.  I know you just got slimed up and nearly drowned, Seras... but that plant'll spit at whoever gets close to it.  Could be any girl at this point, but... you up for it?"  Even if Seras didn't remember the plant, just looking at the helpless man at its base would warn her what would happen.  If it sprayed her in glue, she would have to wipe her face clean immediately, or suffocate as it dried.  And, even if she managed that, she would end up utterly glued up afterward, and for who knew how long... "Well?  We can have someone else do it, if you're too tired."