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Pink petals floated in the air as Princess Ayaka came to a stop under the vibrant sakura tree, resting against its trunk for a moment. This walk through Narukami Island’s scenery had been so relaxing, a little nap was just what the Yashiro Princess needed - and the tree just looked so cozy and inviting. Pulling down the hem of her skirt, she took a seat on the grass in front of the tree and laid with her back against it, her head drifting to the side as her snowy-white hair cushioned her from the roughness of the bark. Such simplicity in the comfort she found was beautiful, she thought, drifting off to sleep. She slept with confusing dreams - people whose voices she did not recognize, shouting orders and growling, giggling and wailing. It was a grateful experience for her to finally blink the sleep from her sky-blue eyes, and lift herself up so that she could continue on her journey back to the Chinju Forest. Five paces from the sakura at which she had rest, she felt a sudden tug on her ankle. “Hm?” she wondered, looking down to identify the source of the force - a bundle of grass, stretching from the ground and wrapping its length around both ankles, as if it were tying down a heavy load - but in this case, the load was none other than the Yashiro Princess Ayaka, who could not be any more perplexed at the situation. Drawing her sword from her scabbard, she sat herself down on the ground and held her feet out in front of her. As the grass tightened itself around her ankles and bound them together, she carefully set her blade to the knot and began sawing it to release the verdant ropes. “What is this...?” she wondered aloud. Instead of getting an answer, Kamisato Ayaka was simply greeted with another problem - as soon as her sword had snapped the bindings on her ankles, another stalk of grass had risen, seemingly from thin air, and began looping around her ankles yet again, forming fresh bindings as if she had never even freed herself from the old. “This place, it may be what’s causing this to happen...” she said to herself. “I need to leave, before things get any worse!” she pushed herself onto her knees, reaching out with her toes to roll onto her feet and stand, when the ankle bindings reformed. Ayaka knew she would be able to stand, but it would be a question of if she could hop. Drawing herself to full, albeit petite height, the princess rolled onto her platforms, pushing herself off both at a time and moving a step forward. Her landing was rocky, and she had to shift around to stabilize herself and make sure she wouldn’t fall. “Phew. Okay, just keep going...” she told herself, making the bounding hop a few more times before she was met with another challenge. A tall blade of grass erupted from the ground and had wrapped around her sword arm and was pulling hard, causing Ayaka to pull back. “N-No, you’re not taking this!” she protested, straining to pull it away from the blade, but somehow, its strength surpassed hers. With a flick of Ayaka’s fingernails clanging against the hilt of her sword, which now changed hands into the grasp of the grass, she went flying backwards and landed on her back, sending her back to where she started before she began hopping. “No!” she cried out, but before she could get to her feet again, a blade of grass bundled itself around her wrists and was quickly accompanied by more to pull her arms tighter behind her back, The Yashiro Princess was becoming rapidly more helpless, and that only continued as another blade wrapped itself around Ayaka’s torso and began dragging her backwards through the soft turf, as if it was the ensnaring tongue of a frog who just caught a succulent fly. Ayaka shifted her hips to try to shake away from the grip of the grass as it pulled her toward the tree, but it adamantly continued tugging - leaving Ayaka trussed up at the very trunk she’d just taken a nap at minutes before. “Please, I’m not sure why you’re doing this, but there’s really no need to tie me up like this,” she pleaded to deaf ears. The grass didn’t seem to care that Ayaka seemed sincere, or that she was the famed Yashiro Princess. To the disembodied, sentient bindings, she was just the first girl who would become a part of their collection. Thicker blades sprouted from the ground and wrapped around Ayaka’s curvy, squirming form, soft green bands clasping over her creamy thighs and illustrious blue clothing. The blades hugged her skirt to her body, and despite knowing that she was alone at this tree, she still felt conscious of the voluminous rear the grass would not let her hide. “Let me go, please!” she begged, but the grass was set on keeping Ayaka at all costs. Blades of grass wrapped her feet up so thoroughly, no sight of her tabi socks remained, and they continued up her legs, fusing them together with their verdant bindings and yet again completely covering what they bound. “No... the grass, it’s... mummifying me!” Ayaka wailed. She squirmed desperately, trying to break her comparatively thin wrist bindings before the bundles of encasing flora reached them, but she was having little success. By the time she snapped the stalk, the bandage-like grass had already thoroughly wrapped her curvy butt, and forced her onto her stomach so that she could be wrapped even more smoothly. “I’ll do anything if you just let me go!” she begged desperately. Oh, how she wished she had her sword right now! But of course, the grass paid her pleas no mind, not even going out of their way to conjure a gag for the captured girl. Her hands were once again forced to the subjugation of the grass, and sealed against her butt as the wrapping continued, transforming Ayaka’s torso into a menagerie of silky green ropes. Stalks of grass stretched around Ayaka’s chest armor, squeezing her breasts as they snuggled her upper body and made sure nothing would go unwrapped. Ayaka was starting to accept defeat, her blue eyes wide and scared as her arms were fully bound by the grass and blades began wrapping around her neck. Ayaka looked up at the sakura tree she was now forced to lie under, thinking about how just a while ago, she saw it as a symbol of comfort. Now, it was a prison, and she was to be the prisoner. The grass, having snugly encased her neck, sprang up to wrap around the lower parts of her face. The princess gave one final meek plea to be freed, but it was swiftly rejected - the grass had its prize. With satisfied swagger, it pressed against her mouth, forcing her to open her mouth before stuffing wiry strings of green between her teeth, stretching them around the back of her head and tying them off before wrapping more grass over her pink lips to mask them. Ayaka was completely helpless, a squirming green mummy who was only further teased by the smallest blade, which jumped out from her gag and wrapped around the bridge of her nose, squishing it gently. “Mmph!” she complained, but a new sensation made her even more worried. She was sprouting - from her cocoon, more sentient grass that in turn, rewrapped the princess’ body, adding more layers to her foliage prison as vines sprouted from her back and began pulling her up in the air. “Mmgh?!” she wailed, looking around as she was lifted up high into the boughs of the sakura, where she would remain to release her grown, sentient grabgrass across the land, condemning more girls like her to her fate of a foliage cocoon. This was the beginning of the end for Inazuma’s vast population of pretty girls, as they were going to spread this nightmare until it literally encased every last one...