Princess Sally Acorn stirs in the mossy ground, her eyes fluttering open. Above her is a canopy of trees unfamiliar to her. She pushes herself up and reaches into her vest pocket. Hopefully, Nicole would have some answers for her about where she is and how she got there, but her fingers only brush against bare fur. She sits up and looks over herself,her gasp nearly echoing into the forest. Not only is she in some unknown wilderness, but Sally doesn’t wear a single stitch!
She stands and takes a notice of her surroundings. The trees rise up high into the air, higher than she had ever seen in the Great Forest. No, this had to be some other place, far away from home. Just great.
She closes her eyes and lets the sound of the local fauna help her identify her locations. The birdsong is exotic, yet definitely familiar, reminding her of her days vacationing with her father before Robotnik took over Mobius. “Angel Island?” She asks herself. She sniffs the air, and the peculiar sweetness of rot and mold wafts in from around her.“Definitely the Mushroom Hill Zone.”
Sally crosses her arms over her chest and frowns. How in the world did she wind up here? Some kind of Warp Ring? What was the last thing she remembered? Eggman had built a Death Egg, the Republic was in turmoil after a change in power... its all such a blur to her, now. She shakes her head. That doesn’t matter, anymore. What matters now is that she finds herself a way out of here. If this is Angel Island, then surely, Knuckles would be around nearby, and he’ll be able to help her. Carefully, she treads along the ground, wincing as sticks and rocks poke at her feet. Too much travel without her boots would be dangerous. She will most certainly have to keep her travels light for the time being, or maybe even find some kind of workaround. If only she woke up on the edge of Angel Island. There, she could have fashioned the palm trees into make-shift shoes to wear, at least.
After only a small trek, Sally finds one of the many bouncy mushrooms of the Mushroom Hill Zone. Deciding that against its stem was as good enough a place as any to rest, she leans back against it and fan sherself. Not only is the ground treacherous, but it’s so hot and humid here. She could have jumped into the Azure Lake, no problem and just swim until Knuckles discovered her. But she’s not at Azure lake. Perhaps a rest is in order... yeah, she can take a nap for now and wake up in the evening,when it is cooler. It isn’t like she’s going to take a day long trek or anything, not in her current condition.
Her sleep is light and uncertain. A few times, she imagines that the mushrooms around her circled her, watching her, waiting for her to have her guard down so they can work some sinister goal. These dreams do not bother her, but it is when she feels something tickling at her sole that she wakes on reflex. She gasps and pulls her feet in, her eyes opening to see a vine resting on the ground. She must not have noticed it when she went to sleep. She sighs and reaches out for the thing to to toss it away, but as her hand gets close, the vine lunges forward, coiling around her wrist!
Sally gasps and pulls against it, but the vine  is so strong that it actually pulls her to a standing position. Gritting her teeth, she reaches out with her other hand, trying to tear the vine off, but another vine shoots out from one of the tall trees and grabs her free wrist. The two grasping tendrils then pull her along, away from the mushroom she had slept beside. She tries to pull back, really, she does, but the vines are too strong, and her feet sting as she plants them against the thick brush. Soon enough, she must relent, and she follows the vines, until she approaches a large flowering plant. The petals are so massive, that theyeach could be used as a bed, and between all the petals, a large mushroom, larger than the others, grows. Sally gulps as she is dragged onto the petal. It certainly does not look like any sort of carnivorous plant she has ever seen before, so its intentions are both alien and frightening.
With a tug, the plants slam her up against the stalk of the mushroom. The impact causes tiny spores to rain down upon her, like glitter dusting her face and shoulders. She coughs after reflexively breathing the min, her whole body shuddering as a tingling sensation runs throughout her.The vines pull her up along the thick trunk, and as her chest rubs against the stalk, thick slime coats her. She has to stand on her tip-toes on the petal, her chest stuck to the wall, so her butt sticks out in an uncomfortable position. Though, for some reason, the feeling of natural breeze passing between her legs begins to feel really, really good...
Sally’s vision blurs, and she shakes her head, trying to clear her mind, but her vision wavers, and she can swear she sees more vines crawling down from nearby trees, some of them dripping with oozing nectar, their leaves like licking tongues. They approach her, one of them pressing against her cheek, slurping up along her, causing her to close one eye. Another comes down, pressing against her butt, licking up along her spine. She gasps at that, shuddering at the sticky secretions from the vines. She feels another vine tap her heel before brushing down over her sole. She bites her lip, trying to keep herself from laughing out loud. Her cheeks burn bright hot, and when the second vine goes to her other foot, she cannot help herself but bellow out in a boisterous laugh. That’s when the next vine, thick and rough, pushes itself between her lips!
The large, fibrous member slides deep down inside her mouth,brushing against her tongue, her cheeks, and the roof of her mouth. Where it goes, it secretes a sweet and sticky sap that serves to distract the chipmunk princess more. Her cheeks begin to tingle as if she has eaten a bunch of mint. The whip-like vine wriggles within her, tickling just before the back of her throat. Whatever this vine is, it knows not to go for the gag reflex. She breathes through her nose, trying, but feebly, to pull her arms free from the vines that hold them. That’s when she feels the vine pour out its sweet sap down inside her. Sally squeezes her eyes shut as the cool liquid rolls down her throat and settles in her belly. All the while, other vines hold her tight or tickle her in various places, licking at her sides, her chest, under her arms, and between her legs.
It’s from the vines down below that Sally squeals into the tendril lodged in her mouth, as it licks its sticky tongue-like leaf against her own lily. Her hips stick out further, as she can no longer resist its lure. The more of the sweet goop she ingests, the more her stomach and her lower body burn for more sensation, the more each tickle, each lick, burns with excitement and pleasure!
The leaf folds in on itself, making a nice penetrating point before it pushes up into her slit. Sally squeezes her eyes shut and rocks up against it, fully enthralled now by the delicious treat that slipped down her throat. The tendril pushes inside past her folds and up inside her moistened depths. Soon, fluids from Mobian and plant mingle together as the leaf unfurls within her, gently spreading her while molding to her contours. She can’t cry out too loud, because her mouth is already filled, but she’s lifted up by the vines, her feet dangling in the air as her body twitches. Little grunts and cooing groans escape her muffled throat.
More vines emerge from the forest. Some wrap around her waist, others make a makeshift seat to lift up her rump, while even more wrap around her body, above and below her breasts, making them stick out nicely.
Her whole body is now covered in both spores and fluid, the plant seeming to enjoy the “taste” of the mushroom that sits up upon it. All efforts to struggle fade from the former princess as she falls to complete and total submission, the vine in her mouth traveling farther than she would have ever allow it to go before as she tilts her head back to give it more room. Inside, the leaf tickles at her cervix, but the opening yields, allowing the pollinated sap-filled vine toill out sp deep inside of her.
Sally finally throws her head back, gasping for breath as the vine in her mouth pops out, screaming to the wilderness around her. She’s no longer by the mushroom, and is instead lifted up to another plant entirely. This bright pink flower is unlike anything she had ever seen before, but when she looks upon it, it is not in fear, but with open arms, for at some point, the vines had let go of her. She reaches down, and climbs toward its embrace, letting the final vine inside her slide out of her with a pop, her womanhood oozing with the fluids of desire and the plant’s infectious aphrodisiac.
She tumbles onto the petal and slides down inside of the plant. When she lands, the pollen puffs up into the air, coating her in its yellow glory. Sally rolls around in it, soon finding the tall stigma. She wraps her hands around it, and presses her lips to the stalk, her tongue rolling out, licking over that lovely genitalia. Meanwhile, the vines crawl back to her, wrapping around her legs once more, spreading her, and blooming her own petals. This time, multiple vines spin together to form a striking phallic shape, and so it goes, pushing up into her, roughly inserting itself. She shouts to the world, begging it now to “Fuck me! Take me! I’m yours!”
And so it does, so roughly, that her slime and pollen-coated chest bounces to its rough pushing, but she loves every last moment of it.And soon, Princess Sally Acorn climaxes, her own nectar mixing with the flower’s own, until she collapses into it.
As she falls onto her back, she stares up at the blue sky above, too tired to do anything else but to smile as the flower closes in around her. Whatever happens next, she knows she will be safe from any and all dangers that rest outside of this place, for all that really matters to the lost princess now is that she is here in this beautiful forest, far away from war, far away from madmen, far away from blowtorches and weapons being inserted into her body. She’s also far away from something else. Something blue... and fast... and wonderful, but it can’t possibly be as wonderful as life is right now, so Sally just stretches, yawns, and hugs her new lover, curling up into the flower, awaiting her rebirth here as part of this lovely plant, for now she knows for certain that is her destiny. Wherever she is, whatever might be happening to her in some other life, this is the life she has now, and she accepts it with a warm embrace as she feels her very self changing forever, for the betterment of everyone, perhaps one day, they may too learn this loveliness and be happy with her.