It's a tough call.

Go north. Follow the River.

Go east. Follow the coastline.

Chase after the Oasis Gang. Get her stuff back. Maybe get re-captured. Apparently the slave collar around her neck 'counts' when it comes to her bizarre inability to free herself from bondage. She tries to ask her slimesuit to do it for her, but her throat locks up, her mind locks up. She can't ask. And her slimesuit isn't proactive enough to do it on its own.

It doesn't help that a part of her likes it. She doesn't naturally get off on following orders but it feels a bit like a missing piece of what her natural kinks are, like the collar is completing her somehow. It's a shivery thought. But she does want it off, she can feel the reluctance in herself to interact with society again while its still on her, not fear, but awkwardness.

Chasing down the Oasis Gang and demanding her stuff back with the collar still around her neck would be awkward. It'd be awkward even without the collar, actually, but the collar makes it an order of magnitude worse. It's not like she's attached to any of that stuff.

So, the alternative.

Write off the stuff she got dropped into this world with, leave it to the Oasis Gang as a further thank-you for getting to live out one of her fantasies, and go in a different direction. Normally she wouldn't get within ten miles of a jungle, but on this world... the calculation is very different. Not only is Mira herself basically invincible, the jungle itself is... not like a jungle on Earth would be. She can tell, even, just by looking, isekai-implanted knowledge bubbling up inside her brain: she knows what all of the plants around her are called and what properties they have, and she knows how to use what she finds to keep even a frail baseline human alive in this literal tentacle-hentai jungle, nevermind her superpowered hentai-girl-dream-body.

Mira always loved the jungle aesthetic, even if on Earth she kind of hated being in nature in full generality. In this new realm, though? It literally is a tentacle-hentai jungle, not a 'real' jungle. Sure, if she didn't have magical superpowers now she still wouldn't go near it, but it's not revolting like a 'real' jungle, like nature-on-Earth, would be.

And she remembers the broad strokes of the map she arrived with. To the north? Less tentacle hentai. To the east? More tentacle hentai.

Well, when Mira puts it like that, it's kind of obvious which direction she's going, isn't it.

The canopy is like a carpet of lush green cloud, with leaves thick enough to lay upon, but soft enough for a leg to sink in, a foot to slip through. Running on top of the jungle is a futile exercise in frustration.

Below the canopy, thick mossy branches tangle into an intricate network, illuminated by the soft glow of dappled sunlight. Here, there is much more room to move.

The way Mira can move now is utterly exhilarating, a raw childlike joy and primal wonder as she traverses the ancestral environment of the hominid in a way no brachiating tree-dweller could hope to match. She mentally commands her slimesuit to reform itself around her legs, coating her from toe to thigh in black latex, wrapping especially firmly around her ankles and feet, while leaving her bare from mid-thigh upward. She bounces in place a little, testing how it feels. And jiggling her breasts to check if she needs support there. Miraculously, she still doesn't.

Running along the branches becomes leaping from branch to branch becomes flying.

She hurtles toward a mossy trunk at the speed of a missile, flicker-dashes through the wood, and rematerializes just in time to kick off the other side and hurtle onward. Branch to trunk to branch to trunk, the wind roaring in her ears, her flight is almost smooth, never needing to circumnavigate a foothold or a point of leverage when she can flicker-dash through it instead; obstacles become speed-boosters rather than impediments.

Mira keeps the ocean in sight off to her right as she rockets through the arboreal terrain.

She plays with another of her powers as she goes. Every time she leaps, she can feel that energetic charge in her body, and when she tries she can change direction in mid air, leaping a second time off of nothing. Each time she does, it eats up the entirety of that charge, regardless of how little or how much she deltas her vee, and then the next time she so much as brushes a fingertip over a tree trunk or branch or other solid surface, the charge returns, bursting back to full strength.

As she grows more familiar with it, she start's playing closer to the edge, zigging out into sunlight over open water, before zagging back into the canopy, grinning with childlike glee.

There is very little in the Green that can challenge something as fast as Mira, but that doesn't mean there are no hazards.

The Green is dense with diverse life, and only most of it is erotic.

In that gap between trunk-branches, ahead, there appears to be something floating, suspended without support.

Faint, gleaming lines hang in the air.

One instant, everything is fine.

The next, Mira's head is wrenched backward suddenly and violently by some invisible force. She hears a horrible crunching-tearing sound inside her neck, and then darkness.

Mira snaps awake with a gasp and a wince as some last thing finishes popping back into place inside her skull. Awareness rushes back as her regeneration finishes repairing her mangled spine and leaves her able to feel her body again. A surge of adrenaline has her force her eyes to focus and orient to what she's feeling.

She's stuck to thin gossamer strands. A spider's web, large enough to hold a dozen of her.

The impact sort of folded her up and stuck her in a very awkward position. Her spine is folded back on herself, her scalp almost touching her ass, which is stuck to the web just above her head. Her legs are stuck to the web as well, at right angles to her body, as are her arms.

That other thing that was also caught in the web wriggles, shaking the strands, and calls out to her in a whispery girl's voice. "Hey, human! Hey! Are you alive?"

It's... a giant moth, with a humanoid upper half, fuzzy antenna, and a cute face. A moth-girl.

"I'm alive."

Mira glances around as best she can. Mira wriggles but remains firmly stuck. She shudders.

"Please tell me you have a spider-girlfriend and we're not about to be eaten by an actual giant spider?!"

"No, we're doomed."

The moth-girl's jerks her head toward one of the trees supporting the web.

Clinging to the wood is a beefy black spider the size of a lion. It isn't moving, but it is staring at them.

"It was eating a panther when it caught me. But I think it might be ready for seconds soon," the moth-girl hisses in a terrified, raspy whisper.

And then the spider starts climbing toward them.

NOPE.

On raw, visceral panic, Mira twists her mana through [Attack] and just blasts it out of herself in all directions.

At her level of mana control, with no spellchain, this results in a ragged magical wind that erodes and inflicts pain on anything it touches. At her level of mana output, the effect is pretty dramatic.

The web around Mira's body rips apart into dust within a heartbeat. The bark on the nearest branches shatters like glass. The moth-girl lets out an agonized scream as the magical wind scours away layers of fluff, scales, and skin, and shreds her delicate wings.

And the giant spider? It recoils as its eyes burst, shrieking horribly as loses its grip and falls along side them.

The moth-girl has enough wing left to at least attempt to slow her fall, but the spider plummets like a stone.

Shit! Fuck! Bad!

Mira spins in the air, clamping down on her panic as her mana hits [Projectile] and she launches a barrage of spellbolts at the falling spider. The spellbolts hit, and pierce through its carapace, killing it and ripping the corpse to pieces.

Then she kicks off of thin air to flicker-dash toward the moth-girl, catch the small fluffy demihuman in her arms, and spin them around.

Mira's back hits a branch, her body cushioning the moth-girl while her own spine snaps with a sound like thunder and blinding pain lances through her whole being.

Mira gasps awake out of a dark pit of timeless agony as her regeneration puts the last pieces of her innards back together. That was twice now, in as many minutes.

"Ow..." Mira expresses herself weakly.

The moth-girl's face is staring down at Mira from inches away.

"You saved me! That was amazing! You're so strong!"

The moth-girl gives Mira a pained smile. Something hot, slippery, and meaty slides out of the moth-girl's thorax and slaps against Mira's thigh.

"You'll be so good for my babies. Maybe some of that power will rub off on them!"

The moth-girl's thorax lifts, and the hot, slippery appendage curls down to prod at Mira's vulva, rubbing up and down between the human's pussy lips.

Babies?!

Oh, moth-girl eggs.

That's an ovipositor she's feeling.

Wait, moth-girl eggs?! She, uh, okay that's still kind of hot and she's actually conflicted here, but...

Mira starts to push the moth-girl away, raising her arms and legs to guard herself. "H-Hey wait-"

Mira's words are cut off by a soft girlish moan as the slick, meaty ovipositor plunges into her pussy, stretching her walls open as it sinks in deep and presses up against the entrance to her womb. Her hips curl upward to ease its passage into her depths as her arms and legs flop open, the will to resist wiped away by the pleasure of one thrust.

"S-Stop."

In principle this is one of Mira's kinks but now that it's about to actually happen to her she has questions about several pertinent details concerning what she's in for in this specific case. But the throbbing phallic egg-tube just feels so good inside her, her hips are still moving helplessly, fucking herself on the moth-girl's ovipositor even as she frets about the unknown consequences to come.

"S-Stop. W-Wait. I..."

The moth-girl pouts.

"It's now or never. You tore up my wings!"

Then the moth-girl shuts the human up with a kiss. Her lips are soft and slick and her tongue is much like Mira's, humanoid but long enough to plunge down Mira's throat.

"I'm probably going to die anyway. So you just lay there and be a good girl for me while I pump you full of cute little eggs, okay?"

She seals her mouth over Mira's lips and kisses the human girl hard as she starts pushing the first egg down her tube with an orgasmic shiver.

Be a good girl.

Mira shivers and then the slave collar floods her with warm fuzzies as she obeys the order to just lay there.

The moth-girl has a point that it's Mira's fault she's grounded. Mira does feel guilty about that. Also, Mira has regeneration and thoroughly supernatural sex organs as well as protections and immunities to a whole bunch of things. There is very, very little that can actually go wrong, here. Fear of the unknown is powerful, but so is the exaltation of being a good girl.

Mira gasps, her body convulsing as a gentle orgasm surges through her. Pink light flares from her crotch and rips a second orgasm out of her, echoing and amplifying the first. Then she feels the first egg, the phallus thickening and bulging up at her entrance. A wriggle of heated excitement squirms through her guts, her body trembling as she gives in and submits.

A component of Mira's womb tattoo is the Flowering crest.

Which just lit up, casting pink light over the moth-girl's body.

The moth-girl stops violating Mira's throat with her tongue long enough to blink and look up. "Huh?"

A thick green vine slams into the moth-girl's side. Her ovipositor gets yanked out of Mira's pussy before it can deposit even one egg and the startled flash of confusion on the moth-girl's face is the last Mira sees of her before she goes hurtling into the darkness in an uncontrolled tumble.

Mira's hips spasm as the rapid removal of the ovipositor shaft shocks her pussy into another small orgasm, which her Cascade crest doubles again. She cries out, lewd girlsounds echoing through the trees.

She jolts up, reaching for the long-gone moth-girl even as her pussy clenches and pulsates, achingly empty, and her limbs tremble. What? What happened?

A massive motile flower, that's what.

A wide fan or red petals blooms open on the side of the trunk above, stretching out away from the wooden surface on a thick green stalk. It's surrounded by meaty green vines, one of which just slammed into the moth-girl and knocked her away.

That vine slaps down across Mira's chest, wet and slick as it crosses between her boobs to pin her chest down on the branch. Four more vines lash out, spiraling into loops which slip onto and around Mira's wrists and ankles, before yanking her feet-first into the air.

Mira yelps as she's flipped upside-down, and instinctively struggles.

She finds purchase on thin air.

Mira vanishes out of the dangling flower's grip and reappears on the branch in a three-point crouch.

She blinks, it suddenly hitting her that she just discorporeated out of being restrained!!!!! How?! Do plant tentacles not count as bondage? The spider-web counted, she only got out of that because her indiscriminate attack had blasted away the silk while she was too busy panicking to think about it.

Okay, what happens if she lets the dangling flower snare her again, can she escape twice? On purpose?

The confused giant flower twists its vines around nothing a few times before unfurling everything in a sudden jolt.

It can sense where Mira is, obviously. Its vines shoot out again, striking like snakes as they coil around Mira's limbs and neck. Once again, it hauls Mira up toward itself feet-first.

Once again, this does not trigger Mira's mental compulsion to remain bound up.

Mira appears back on the branch a second time, staring up at the thrashing flower-creature in abject confusion.

Then, abruptly, it clicks.

The flower isn't tying her up, it's holding her down. It isn't using objects meant to restrain her, it just is restraining her with its own strength. No different than someone grappling her in a fight. Of course that isn't bondage of the sort she Must Not free herself from.

Something in her chest unclenches and relaxes. Mystery solved.

The frustrated flower lashes out at her with its vines yet again.

Mira leaps straight up, over the vines, shooting up past the flower itself.

Its vines whip upward, trying to catch her in mid-air, but Mira flicker-dashes out of the way, recorporeating in the air above a higher branch.

An entirely different horny plant creature snatches Mira in its vines before she can touch down, suspending her above the dangling flower in a tangle of green.

Thick green tentacle-vines slither around her neck and face, squeezing off her air and blinding her. At the same time, another slippery sinuous vine loops around her thigh before shoving itself against her pussy, wiggling until it's thick phallic girth slips between her folds and plunges inside.

Mira's instinctive grab for the vine wrapped around her head turns into a weak flailing spasm, her limbs falling limply aside, as her pussy is again invaded and fucked, a helpless cry of pleasure expelling itself from her throat as her mental universe narrows down to the slick, wriggling girth grinding against the insides of her needy tunnel.

(It's a choice, still. To allow herself to be pleasured into submission. Without an urgent reason to reject the pleasure being inflicted on her, it's the only choice her concept of herself can make, but still.)

Her body trembles and squirms in silence, the wet shlick-slurp coming from her crotch loud in her ears and the constriction of the vines sending shivers through her nerves as the thicker vine fucks her and fucks her, and Mira cums again and again and again, all in silence, all without taking a single breath. Aware of and exulting in every second of it.