You'd like your things back
From Create Your Own Story
"My things which you took," you say to the grass. "I'd like them back."
For a moment, nothing happens. Then the grass lady looks away from you, toward the far edge of the prairie. You follow her gaze and find that your missing rations are returning. They bounce along the tops of the grass blades as though floating down a stream. Closer and closer, until they're within arm's reach.
But when you do reach out to take them, the rations sway aside. You lean forward and try again, but they drift further back.
"What is this?" you demand, slightly annoyed at being made a fool of by a field of grass.
Her arm extends and she points a finger at your cock, where it still pokes out from your trousers. Then, with a remarkably graceful motion, the grass lady raises one thin leg. She holds it there, perfectly straight, toes pointed toward the sky like a circus gymnast.
And there, woven into the grass between her sexy legs, you see her thick, green labia. She wants you to poke it. With your cock.
Do you:
