So what if there was a stinky skunk cabbage pony that needed regular ponies to pollinate her but lived in swamps where ponies didn’t normally tread? They release an overwhelming irresistable musk to lure mates into their clutches, wraps their bract and leaves around them to concentrate the scent around them, and won’t let go until they’ve thoroughly had their fun with them? So you’re in the swamp and you smell something strange and by the time you realize what it is you’re already aroused beyond belief and heading toward the source…