<strong>Tagging: </strong>Group 3: Kyoko, Ishmael, Jon, Lily<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/vgWRSeT.png)</div><br/>Kyoko is bound with her face in the dirt and ass pushed up, unable to do much more than groan and wiggle her ass. The ass wiggles with a crude painting of a flower on it. Pussy slit in the middle of the flower leaks thick white cum with an alluring sweet scent.<br/><br/>Jon and Ishmael hone out the fine tunings of their plan while Kyoko pants there recovering from the priest’s fucking. They soon fashion the rope given originally for binding of companions into a loose net that should do finely for trapping of a floran. The men take whatever hidey spots they agreed beforehand, staying where they hope to be just out of sight, but close enough to assault the creature once it comes.<br/><br/>Couple moments pass. Couple more. The flowers ruffle and twitch. A breath of flowery scent heralds the presence of a floran. The puff reaches Kyoko. It’s not unlike the puff of a Dryad, immediately seeking to make the adventuress more compliant and aroused. Then, the forest parts. Much like the palace before bowed to the Dryad queen this patch of the forest obeys its floran mistress. Vines, brushes, and leaves lick her figure as it emerges from the night shrouded thickets.<br/><br/>She is tall, heels pushed up by spikey growths that crawl up the legs and thighs to form natural boots of pink petals. The very same petals hug her torso and breasts to form a tight attire with the luminescent yellow highlights at collar and chest turning the simple dress nearly regal. It’s hard to say where the clothes begin and where floran ends. Those petals crown her head too with a beautiful flower. Small blooms not unlike those crawling up the trees and grounds of her domain grow here and there on the floran’s body. Her lips part in a gentle smile as she spots Kyoko. Eyes blink. Cross shaped pupils look down on the tied up adventuress. “Pretty flower,” she hums, amused. The floran looks into forest behind her before she fully leaves it. “Stay there pretty. I found you a friend. Isn’t that great?” Smiling, her attention returns to Kyoko.<br/><br/>The nature follows her steps as she approaches with a pace nearly teasingly slow. “Who might you be miss?” She asks, already above Kyoko. Her palm comes to slide over the upturned rump, caressing and groping flesh. The floran drawing makes her chuckle. “Pffft! Hahaha! You did not have to go through all this if you wanted to become my slave dumb little adventuress. Just the bondage would have been enough.” The floran gives Kyoko’s ass a spank and digs her nails into it, looking to draw a moan of pain or three. Her gaze scans the forest around them, pondering. It’s quite clear that the floran sees that something is up. Right below her feet rests hidden in a flimsy layer of leaves the trap contraption Jon set up.<br/><br/>Floran looks back at Kyoko. Fingers release the harshest grip and slide between the thighs to scoop a taste of Jon’s cum. She licks it clean from her fingers, arousal growing bright red on the pink cheeks. “Mmmhf…  Willing slave or forceful tribute, think I’ll fuck you anyway. You’ll become mine little adventuress and you’ll tell me how to break open the chasteetibelt.”<br/><br/>She holds hands above her own sex. The bright yellow clitoris swells. Swells into magical proportions, engorges into a proper cock. It throbs as she takes hold of each of Kyoko’s cheeks. Jon’s cum squirts out of the way as Floran cock enters Kyoko. The floran groans, her hands assume firmer hold of the hips as she hilts herself. The cock draws out. Kyoko is introduced to a strange feeling hard flower petals brushing her insides. Another hump. Floran hilts again, and proceeds to fuck the thief bait. Sharp nails claw at Kyoko’s ass and back with every other thump.<br/><br/>The adventurers see their opportunity. Jon pulls on a rope to trigger self made trap. He pulls on a rope. He pulls on a rope. It’s a dud! Something is jammed. Memories flood in right away and hit Jon with regret. That knot he made above Kyoko to hold some of the trap mechanisms. It requires more weight. Just the mass of Floran and Kyoko won’t be enough. A third person has to jump in there or something heavy be thrown in for the trap to trigger at all!<br/><br/>However, by then it’s a bit too late for that. “I see you boys,” says Floran, as she still jams her pollinator hip deep into Kyoko’s pussy. “Will you be my friends too?” Friends, slaves, it seems the Floran has the two mixed up.<br/><br/>Jon and Ishmael see below around them the flower infected nature twist. Three large bushes covered in floran vines rustle. The vines bind their leaves and dig into them until somehow the plants are fashioned roughly in the shape of the Floran herself. The bushes take a few wavering steps, then, accelerate. Smaller vines and flowers too have uprooted themselves and approach Jon and Ishmael from behind, seeking to herd them towards Kyoko and Floran! “Come boys. I’ll give you cock, or take yours,” coos the Floran amidst the beginnings of a battle.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, you face the Floran now. She has animated a bunch of bushes and roots to chase you and they attempt to catch adventurers today. Defy danger in a way you deem appropriate or evade them in some other manner, or else they will get to you soon!</strong><br/><br/><br/>Separated from the little opening is Lily. She lies on the ground, a wall of non-animated bushes separating her from the sounds of the Floran and some adventurers. It’s another crazy event after a series of unfortunate incidents in the young knight’s adventure into depths of Anus. First her group was ambushed and scattered. She tried to make it back up from the edge of the first layer all by herself, but alas. Anus is too wide for one adventurer to make it far by her lonesome.<br/><br/>She settled to rest for tonight at a pretty looking forest decorated by beautiful pink-yellow flowers. Next thing she knew a gorgeous woman calling herself a Floran dragged her out of the bedroll and bound her with vines. Hands folded behind the back, securely tied up. Legs pressed together and wrapped all the way from thighs down. A few thick ones forced between her lips keep Lily gagged. She has been like this for hours. There’s an upside to it though. Floran has not yet found the key to her chastity belt, and has elected to not strip her.<br/><br/>That key and rest of Lily’s equipment are in the backpack, dragged along the ground by a tiny moving flower-man. It keeps the bag some couple feet from Lily’s face and sits on it. The flower man’s leaf arms are folded and he leans back, keeping a wary eye on the human, making sure she won’t run. Though his face is a flower and expressions thus very similar to one another Lily gets the distinct feeling that he is looking down on her. A tiny little flower looks down on her just because it can walk and she cant't.<br/><br/>With the flower man’s Mistress gone to presumably do battle with another group of adventurers lily is left alone with the tiny menace. The only way she can move is flop around, wiggle, and crawl on the ground. The bondage is too tight to break with pure strength alone, but her weapons are guarded by a flowery critter.<br/><br/><strong>Lily, what do you do? You could try to outwit or fight the single animated flower somehow, or perhaps try escape it and crawl towards the sounds of battle in the hopes of the other adventurers rescuing you from it.</strong>