////Faerie encounter, if have codex and flowery hair. 
Traipsing through the brush, you slow down and take in the surroundings. The momentary respite from travel helps to quickly refresh you while allowing a more thorough sense of what's around. As you linger, though, a faerie flutters by. Not immediately different from any other at a glance, with [faeHair] hair resembling [if (faeOutfit=!faePetal) {the petals of }]a flower and a [if (faeOutfit=faeNude) {body as bare as nature made her|mostly nude body garbed only in [faeOutfit]}], she seems to gravitate to the blossoms adorning your head-foliage. You don't suppose she means any harm; what do you do?
((Same options as female intro))
///[Nothing].tooltip="Let her be, she's harmless." goes here instead of the normal
[say: Hello [Mr.] Flower,] she says happily as she settles onto you. While you can't see her from this angle, you can feel her touching and moving the soft vines on your scalp as she hums to herself. It is rather soothing, somehow. Whatever it is she's doing to your little meadow is quite pleasant. [say: No strangling these roots! Nice and happy vines,] she says triumphantly. Though unclear precisely what she did, your "hair" feels lighter and more vibrant. 

Zipping off to look at you face-to-face, the faerie grins and waves. [say: Have a nice [day], [if (player.mf) {[if (isUnderage) {sapling-son|plant-papa}]|meadow-maiden}]!] She turns and flutters away with no other words, and you feel refreshed and ready to continue your travels as well. {slight fatigue recover and hair growth boost, like the extension serum}


////Faerie encounter if still lots of corrupt glades
A strange, sensual scent wafts about as you travel, steering your attention toward a small glade. Within, a number of suggestively-shaped plants present themselves in a somehow inviting way. However stimulating the smell and sight may be, you don't dwell long before you realize someone else is already here. A little faerie flits around some of the flowers, [if (faeOutfit=faeNude) {as bare and nude as nature made her|[if (faeOutfit=faePetals) {sparsely garbed in similarly floral foliage|barely dressed save for [faeOutfit]}]}]. The peach, pink, and red shades of the surrounding blossoms, along with the odd length and width, make rather convincing images of labia, even parting slightly where the canal should be. 

The tiny [faeHair] haired fae appears affected by the eroticism as well from the look of her hot, flushed skin--though it is a little tough to tell from this far. Without thinking, you [walk] closer and continue observing her behavior. She sets herself on one of the flowers and grinds her thighs together anxiously. Her arousal must be the entirety of her focus to have not noticed you. The faerie leans down and sticks her hand into the hole, pulling it out with slick, glistening nectar now coating her fingers. After a few delighted licks of the substance, she slips her hand down, trailing the sticky liquid across her stomach before rubbing it on her groin. 

The pitched moans further compound the effects of this place on your loins, and the pressure to join her in self-pleasure is heavy on your mind. As you contemplate this, the fae leans over once again for more nectar, but starts getting sucked in unexpectedly. She screams and yelps, but the flower seems intent on engulfing the intrusion. [if (hasCock) {The thought of how its suction would feel on your [cocks]|Its clearly ideal behavior for servicing a cock}] distracts you for a moment, not taking time to consider helping the poor creature until she loses her footing and slips her whole torso inside. {+lust}
[Help].tooltip="Free her." [Fuck].tooltip="You can't ignore your growing lust{Requires cock}" [Leave].tooltip="Sucks to be her.[if (silly) { Get it?}]"
///Leave
It's safe to assume such a corrupt and erotic plant isn't meant to kill things, so it will probably release her after realizing she's not a dick. You'd rather leave this place before getting too hot and bothered, preferring some other method to release than this lewd glade.
///Help
Shaking off the heat within, you rush over to save the unfortunate critter. Gently squeezing her legs, you withdraw the faerie from the lewd depths, finding her coughing and disoriented. After momentary recovery, she arches her body to face you. Her silent, awkward stare is short-lived before her fluttering bug-like wings wordlessly communicate her capacity to fly again. You release her and in turn she comes up to your face with an embarrassed look. [say: T-thanks! I think I was going to suffocate if not for you.]

She shuffles her legs in an antsy fashion before suddenly dashing close to lay a kiss on you, then flying off quickly. With a good deed done, you head back through the woods.
///Fuck
Worked up to such a degree, now staring at the [if (faeOutfit=faeLeaf or faePetal) {up-skirt, }]bare bottom of a faerie trapped in a pussy-flower, you shake off any hesitation to join the fun. Your rigid [cocks] pulse[if (!multicock) {s}] free[if (!isnaked) { from your [armor]}] while you saunter over, twitching excitedly as [cockey] near[if (!multicock) {s}] the unwitting critter. [if (multicock) {Taking the [if (cocks>2) {smallest of the bunch|smaller of the two}], y|Y}]ou press the tip against her tiny bottom, provoking a flinch. The little fae panics, kicking fruitlessly to bat you off. Contrary to her intent, all she is accomplishing is wildly rubbing her thighs around your cock head[if (cocksmallest.length < 3) {, her feet merely tapping your pubis lightly}]. 

Although she's likely in some level of terror, her earlier arousal has provided ample slickness to spur you on as you wriggle between her legs. You move your hand over the writhing limbs and squeeze them onto either side of your shaft before pumping forth to slide your [cock smallest] over her groin and butt. It might get you off faster if you buried your tool completely within something, but the feeling of your frenulum pushing against a small, wet pussy and soft rump is not unsatisfying by any means. That said, the sweet smell and erotic atmosphere here drives you to take stronger stimulation. 

A more thoughtful side of you pauses to consider the well-being of the faerie, but before you know it, you're already thrusting, [if (cock is super thick) {jamming the fae deep inside--allowing the flower to engulf her entirely|squishing the fae against the flower's inner walls to make room}]. As you feel her still struggling, you must deduce she isn't suffocating somehow, so there's little sense dwelling on her fate. Your focus is instead on the unique sensation of plant-flesh gripping you snugly, hot and wet with nectar. While you can't imagine many cunts with a texture and tension quite the same, it's no less sublime, and it strangely gives you a giddy eagerness in your gut. You [if (cock not super thick) {release the faerie's legs and }]grasp the stem to hold it steady, unable to resist fucking the plant with full force. The tiny winged girl can barely be heard screaming [if (cock super thick) {within the bulge down the stalk, and the reason becomes clear soon|as she wraps her body firmly on your [cock smallest], nearly getting pushed off and sinking into the depths, but such a risk is soon eliminated}]. Many thin tendrils cover your member, constricting with alarming force! Instinctively, you stumble back to withdraw, but the flower has you like a vice. [if (cock is very small) {No matter how puny your penis is, this hole has become too tight to pull out of.}]

The suctioning ability that pulled the fae at the start now works rhythmically to milk you, and all you can do about it is settle in and enjoy it; however, the tendrils hold so tightly that you worry it may cut off [if (slime) {your dick from your gooey mass|circulation}]. Surely it only seeks to devour cum, like everything else in this world, yet the painful tension unnerves you anyway. More of these plant fibers run across your shaft, but these continue further, sliding out and around your base[if (hasBalls) { and [balls]}]. They pull and relax, drawing out a pleased sigh. Whether it's an effect of a drug in the nectar or something in the air, you feel copious amounts of pre streaming out. Despite this certainly giving the faerie a faceful, her struggles have slowed down. Perhaps she likes it. 

The tugging draws shudders from you; these tendrils are expertly doing their job. Suddenly, your shuddering evolves into ecstatic moaning. You orgasm and tense up, the suction voraciously consuming all the semen spewing out, and you unconsciously rock your hips through the height of the climax. As the moment passes, you feel your mind clear a bit, slightly less influenced by the erogenous vapors, but the flower does not release. You make an attempt to pull the thing off, but it just keep working away, uncomfortably milking you for further ejaculations. The more you struggle, in fact, the more intensely it sucks and tugs. Against your will, you cum again, and again, and again--several back-to-back orgasms that threaten to leave you whimpering from the over-exertion. [if (!lowcumproduction) {How this plant hasn't burst from the volume it is consuming is a mystery.}]

Finally the constriction eases up, and you gently pull the flower off your very tender [cocktype smallest]. [if (cock is very thick) {You don't know the fate of the faerie, but you aren't about to fish around in there to retrieve her. The most you can do is hope she enjoys the vat of cum she is possibly never going to escape from.|The faerie slides out with it, practically adhered to your shaft, and covered in very visible lines where the plant's fibers had tied her down. You wince as you peel her off, finding the sensation of her sticky skin unpleasant in your dick's current state. The tendrils so heavily marking her could have been painful, but [if (gore) {her vacant, dead stare suggests she may have drowned in the semen she was showered with|she looks to you with a glazed and satisfied expression resembling drunkenness. [say: I'm probaby goo' for another round sometime, hot-stuff,] she slurs out}]. Sighing, you toss the limp mess aside.}] This turned out to be far more exhausting than you anticipated. You get up and weakly stumble out of the glade, looking forward to reaching camp and resting. {+fatigue, +cor}