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Ethyl quietly watched the cat approach. She had an unusual black and white striping, almost like a zebra. From the look on her face, she was not enjoying her trek across the swamp. Perfect.

* * *

"Have an adventure," they said. "Explore the vast, uncharted reaches of the planet. Help people in need." How kind of them to leave out the bit about slogging through a swamp, alone, just to get from place to place.

Crystal tried to take another step, only to find that her right paw was stuck. Again. Reaching down with her hands, she pulled with all three limbs. The paw slowly slid up out of the muck, then popped free, sending her reeling. She regained her balance and then tried to start walking again. Unfortunately, extracting her right footpaw had embedded the left.

"Gaah!" Frustrated, she reached down and yanked on her left paw, which immediately came free. This time, her balance was not as good, and she fell flat on her face.

Ewww. Oh, man, now I've got this stuff all over me. Great. Well, I suppose I might as well make the best of it. Crystal pulled herself up and started to move forwards on all four paws. The squelching noise was louder down here, but at least moving was easier. Probably something about distributing the load, she thought. Beth would know.

Back in college, Beth had been Crystal's roommate, friend, and romantic interest. It was a wonder that their nighttime activities hadn't gotten them kicked out of the dorm, but they made it. After college, they'd moved in together for six months, until Crystal decided to spend a year in the Peace Corps. Beth thought she was crazy. "It's nowhere near as glamorous as they make it sound. If you want to help people, you could start right here, and the living conditions would be far better." And she was right, Crystal thought bitterly. Only I was too stupid to listen to her.

Schluck, splush. Schluck, splush. Crystal slogged onwards, wishing Beth was here. Or, better yet, that she was back with Beth.

Crystal looked up, blinking. I must be letting my mind wander too far. I could swear that that tree trunk wasn't there a minute ago. And what's a downed tree doing this far into a treeless swamp, anyway?

Her question was answered as she got closer. It wasn't just a tree trunk, it was a petrified tree trunk, worn smooth by the ages. Huh. Must have gotten buried long ago, and eventually washed free of the muck. Whatever, I'll take it. Anything to get out of the grime for a bit.

* * *

From a distance, Ethyl watched the cat approach her trunk. Good kitty. Now sit down and clean yourself off, and then we'll have some fun.

* * *

Crystal pulled herself up onto the trunk. It was bigger than it had looked at a distance. The exposed portion was almost four feet high, so the entire thing must be at least twelve feet across. Its smooth surface made climbing difficult, but fortunately, there was part of a branch that hadn't been worn off yet and was just big enough to grab with her handpaws and help her up.

She looked down at her mud-coated body and grimmaced, then started giving herself a tongue bath. And people wonder--blech--why most cats hate water. They'd hate it too if they ever had to lick muddy water out of their fur. Bit by bit, Crystal washed the grime from her fur. Every few seconds, she would turn and spit mud back into the swamp it came from.

Almost done, Crystal contorted herself to lick her lower lips clean. As she did, her thoughts wandered back to Beth. It had taken them most of a semester to become comfortable with each other, but when they realized that they'd both secretly been lusting after each other, things took off quickly. Seven more semesters plus six months had refined their talents to an art form.

Crystal was startled out of her reminiscing by a loud purr, and it took her a moment to realize that it had come from her. She'd gotten carried away and just kept licking after she was clean, and now she was decidedly aroused. Well, she thought, it has been a while. That last villiage was so uptight, I didn't dare do anything, for fear they'd throw me out... or worse.

Giving a mental shrug, Crystal went back to her licking. The next place didn't really need her for a couple weeks anyway, so she saw no harm in taking a few minutes for herself.

* * *

Yes, that's it. Any minute now...

* * *

Crystal interrupted her yowling with a different sort of yowl as her neck abruptly started cramping on one side. Ouch! Damn, that hurts. She sat up abruptly, rubbing her neck and fighting to relax the offended muscle.

It took some doing, but finally, the cramp went away. The only problem was that Crystal was still leaking her juices onto the petrified tree. She'd been almost to an orgasm when the cramp hit, and she was still very much horny. But after that, she didn't dare try licking herself again. And that left her paws.

Crystal sighed, rubbing herself lightly against the treetrunk. Paws were... alright, but they just weren't on the same level as a tongue or a dildo, let alone a vibrator. Still, she thought, it's better than nothing. And it's not like I have any other options. Unless...

Crystal turned around to look at the branch she'd pulled herself up with. Now that she noticed, it did kinda look like a wooden dildo. Slightly larger and longer than her usual ones, and that angle would basically mean she'd have to lie on the tree in a reverse missionary, but still... it might work.

Grateful for any alternative, Crystal slid back along the trunk and contemplated the branch. She licked the muck from her recent ascent off of it, and her tongue told her that it was just as smooth as the rest of the trunk. Yeah, this will do.

Carefully, Crystal shifted so that she was laying face down on the tree trunk, with the branch between her legs. Pushing her torso up with her hands, she slowly slid backwards, moaning as the spit-slick wood came in contact with her clit.

Crystal adjusted herself downwards and tried again, shivering as the cool wood began to push itself into her hot cunt. After almost a month of forced abstinence, the makeshift dildo felt simply divine as it stretched her out and slid into her, filling a void she'd almost forgotten.

Panting, Crystal slid down the trunk a bit farther, easing the wood into her neglected depths. She moaned again as she bottomed out, grinding her clit against the tree trunk.

Crystal frowned as she felt the tree mold itself to her clit. Confused, she started to pull herself back off to investigate, only to cry out as she discovered that her clit had become stuck to the tree trunk.

* * *

Crystal was still comtemplating her predicament when she heard a tiny laugh. "Who's there? Show yourself." Looking around wildly, she blew in irritation at the mosquito who chose that moment to investigate her face.

"I am showing myself, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't blow at me."

Crystal blinked. "What?" She squinted, trying to get a good look at the mosquito hovering before her. "You mean that's you? Bullshit. I may not be a biologist, but I know that you can't fit a brain capable of speech into something that small, let alone a mouth to speak with."

"Details, details. I'm a witch; the ordinary rules don't apply to me."

"Yeah, right. First you claim to be a mosquito, and now you're telling me you're a witch too. Give it up and show yourself for real."

"I'm afraid it's nothing but the truth. But if you don't want me to help..." The mosquito flew away.

"Wait! I didn't mean to offend you. Please, help me!"

"My, you are a rude one. All these questions, and you haven't even asked me my name or given me yours."

"Er... sorry. I'm Crystal. What's your name?"

"Hi, Crystal. I'm Ethyl."

"Great. Now will you please help me get off this trunk, Ethyl?"

"Now why would I want to do that?"

"Huh?"

"Well, that's my trunk, and I'm the one who trapped you, so why would I help you escape?"

"If you trapped me, then let me go!"

"No. Not yet."

Crystal glared. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't swat you."

The mosquito laughed. "I'll give you two. One, your hands are stuck. And two, if you killed me, you'd never get loose."

Crystal looked down at her hands, which had sunk into the tree without her noticing. "Um. Okay, if you're not going to help me get loose, why did you offer to help in the first place?"

"Because I'm not going to help you get off the tree." Ethyl moved over to Crystal's ear, despite her attempts to watch. In a whisper, Ethyl said, "I'm just going to help you get off."

Crystal could hear the mosquito buzz away from her ear. "What? Where did you go?" She looked around furiously, but she just heard a tiny laugh coming from somewhere.