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Rolls:
J 12+1-1 vs Sq2 9 Pow!
Sq1 8 vs J 15 Nope!
Sq2 19-4 vs J 8+1-1 Thwap!
Sq4 No roll
Part 1 of the plan went all according to specs: Jessica waited until it was well in the air and unable to change its course quickly, and smacked that annoying squirrel right in the kisser. Meanwhile, her self-butt-grab prevented the clothes-diving squirrel from doing anything effective, as it was pinned between two layers of clothing and three body parts of varying squishiness.

Unfortunately, the diving squirrel did manage to stick the landing, surprisingly, and was now stuck on her sword arm - as was the vine, which was covered in some oddly tacky substance that clung to skin and wouldn't let go easily. The final squirrel disappeared into the hedge and seemed to be running around looking for something.
Rolls:
J 11+1-1 vs Sq2 3+1 Zoom!
Sq1 2 vs J 5-1 Nada!
Sq4 9 vs J 7+1-1 Flap!
Onwards to operation: squirrel grab. Success! Still a bit dizzy, the squirrel didn't put up much of a fight as it was easily plucked from her arm, and sent soaring to new heights. It, too, eventually stabilized its trajectory, though it apparently spotted some shiny nuts nearby and circled off to the side, unlikely to get anywhere near the witch this time.

Upskirtsquirrel was still not making much headway, even after being released from its pin: It pawed around here and there ineffectually, but apart from rediscovering up and down it didn't accomplish much and pretty much just stuck where it had been for the past while.

Meanwhile, the last remaining free squirrel found what it was looking for, and popped out the hedge just below where the vine came out. Was that the tiniest rubber chicken ever? Whatever it was, it slung over the vine, and the squirrel came down on probably the tiniest and most adorable zipline in history, landing right on her sword arm and clinging fast, pondering its next move.
Jessica FP: 4/5 AP: 3/10 Status: Being grappled by two squirrels and a vine. -1 from AP.
Sq1 FP: 2/2 Status: Now the leading squirrel expert in panties in the dark.
Sq2/3 Out. Status: I belieeeve I can flyyy...
Sq4 FP: 2/2 Status: A small step for a panther, a big leap for squirreldom.
 
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Jessica couldn't help but be downright impressed by the sheer variety in the arsenal that the squirrels apparently kept in the hedges. Their persistence would've been admirable too if it hadn't become downright frustrating around the time that she'd acquired a panty-squirrel. But the squirrels' reign of terror was just about over. There were only two left and annoying vine or not there was no way she was letting the apparently perverted woodland creatures claim victory with only half their number remaining.

Unfortunately, she couldn't exactly start swinging her sword at either of the two remaining squirrels unless she wanted to see how her virtual blade felt against her own arm or, worse, her butt. Instead she opted to swat at the squirrel climbing her sword arm as if it was a mosquito. If she managed to strike it then she would follow up with another attempt to grab and toss it away, hopefully leaving her alone with the squirrel under her tunic.

Smack squirrel 4. If she succeeds then it's time to try her hand at squirrel pitching for the third time today.
 
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Rolls:
J 14-1 vs Sq4 1: Smack!
Sq1 14 vs J 1-1: Doin' it.
Sq4 20-2 vs J 1-1: Ouch. Critical thwap.
It started so well: Jessica lashed out with a left-handed slap that hit the latest squirrel straight on and sent it reeling. Unfortunately, with the diver squirrel being left unattended for a while, it finally got something done: Scrabbling at the waistband of her panties, it managed to dislogde it from her hips a bit, and scurry inside. Since they now weren't as securely attached and had some added weight to them, this sent the squirrel-riding-panties combo on an expresstrain down to her shoes.

On the upside, this meant that that squirrel was once more sitting on the floor without much ability to cause immediate harm. Downside, a rush of cold air reminded her that her lower holes were now considerably more accessible to crawly critters, plus the panties settling around her ankles would act as a restraint of sorts, preventing her legs from moving too far apart and cutting into her mobility.

And if her luck wasn't bad enough already, the squirrel she'd just slapped proved significantly less docile than the others, and reacted to her aggression by jumping up at her face. And what a jump it was: its upper claws dug into her hair, while the lower claws held on to her chin on the left and ear on the right.

So she now had squirrel in her face: All she could see was some dull red of light shining through thin squirrel-skin, and while she still had some good breaths of air in her lungs, getting any more of it would prove troublesome for a while, since the squirrel was creating a near-airtight seal around her nose and mouth. And for the final (somewhat literal) "fuck you" the squirrel started frantically humping her face, which didn't do much yet, but she soon felt a growing - thing - poking at her nose and mouth, quickly growing past what even the most well-endowed squirrel had any right to have.

Well, this sure left her in a pickle. She could try to pick the squirrel off her face and continue with the air+space program, she could try and blindly kick where she remembered the other squirrel had landed, or she could get her panties fixed back up where they belonged. She could run away, but given her current state, that might not help her too much.
Jessica FP: 4/5 AP: 5/10 Status: Blinded by squirrel facejob and pantsied. -2 to all from AP, -2 to movement from hobbled legs. Will take FP damage from lack of air in 2 turns.
Sq1 FP: 2/2 Status: Truly rediscovered gravity.
Sq2/3 Out Status: Gone with the wind.
Sq4 FP: 1/2 Status: Humping faces.
 
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Ack! Head humper! She wisely chose to think rather than attempt to vocally protest as the squirrel latched itself onto her face and quite literally began to hump away at her. Jessica soon after learned that the perverted creature was hung like a flea, which was to say that its erection apparently constituted a great deal of its body weight, as she felt its growing shaft poking at her lips and nose.

A brief bout of invasive thoughts had her considering opening her mouth and giving it a lick just to see what it was like, since it was the EGG and there'd be nothing wrong with experimenting in virtual reality. That line of thinking warmed her cheeks and sent an aroused tremor through her, and between that and the feeling of the open air against her groin she felt herself becoming excited. Perhaps unfortunately for the eager squirrel, it still wasn't enough to get her to open wide for him or even to give him a taste test. If he wanted to bury his nuts for the winter, so to speak, he was still going to have to work for it.

Jessica would grab at the squirrel on her face with her left hand in an attempt to pry him off and send him sailing after his comrades. She could worry about her panties and the remaining squirrel once she was able to breathe again.

SQUIRREL 4 REPORT FOR BLASTOFF. Hopefully.
 
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Rolls:
J 5-2 vs Sq4 16+1: Barely sub-critical miss
Sq1 5 vs J 19-4: Whiff.
Sq4 8 vs J 17-2: Nopuu.
Well, that went nowhere. Her hand found the squirrel on her face without any trouble, but she couldn't find an edge to hold on to her furry face-mask, eventually finding the tail and trying to pull on it to dislodge the creature. Unfortunately, the bushy fur turned out to be too slippery, and eventually what gave wasn't the squirrel's hold on her face, but her hold on the tail, so that she only managed in slingshotting more squirrel dick onto her nose - more humiliating than painful, fortunately.

Meanwhile, she could only feel something brush her right hand, briefly clawing at the skin and falling back down - apparently, pantysquirrel was significantly better at getting down than up, lately. Facesquirrel meanwhile was taking a break, as crashing into her nose at ballistic speeds can't have been too comfortable for the little critter. It did stay latched on her face, though, which meant asphyxiation was still a very real possibility if she didn't do something.
Jessica FP: 4/5 AP: 5/10 Status: Still stuck with the little furry facehugger. -2[AP], -2[encumbered]. FP damage next turn if not freed.
Sq1 FP: 2/2 Status: Gravity's lovechild
Sq4 FP: 1/2 Status: Bruised but attached
 
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Despite nearly losing her nose's virginity, Jessica would be persistent in her efforts to get the squirrel off of her face and fling it away. She just had to ignore the original squirrel for the moment and hope that it found no more success against the perils of physics than it had so far.

Her left hand would go for the face rider's tail again, seeking to pry it away and she would drop her longsword in order to attempt to slip her right hand between her mouth and the squirrel's underside. By then it wasn't like she could see the gravity-bound squirrel to swing at it anyway and she certainly didn't want to risk stabbing herself in the face. She was pretty hopeful that between both of her hands she'd be able to fling the persistent little face hugger away, or at the very least that with her right hand to block she'd at least avoid getting her nose cock-slapped by a squirrel for a second time if she failed.

Attempt to squirrel toss again. Dropping sword for fluff reasons because I really can't imagine her attempting to stab something that's riding her face.
 
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Rolls:
J 16-2 vs. Sq4 2+1: Un-hugged.
Followup J 17-4 vs. Sq4 9-1: Whee!
Sq1 18 vs. J 9-2: Success.
Trying again with both hands, Jessica was considerably more successful this time around, and systematically picked off the limbs clinging to her head, ending up with an angry but harmless squirrel in her hand. Leaning back into her best pitching pose, she pulled back her arm and sent the squirrel flying. This worked out quite well, despite her hobbled feet and suboptimal concentration, and the squirrel joined its pals in a very brief career as a weather balloon.

Meanwhile, the last squirrel hadn't quite given up yet, and was taking advantage of her steady throwing stance and catching breath by running up her legs yet again. This time around, it ended up sitting in front hanging on to her thighs, and Jessica felt a curious nose poking around her nether regions, now unshielded by panties.

Jessica FP: 4/5 AP: 6/10 Status: Breathing again, back to being squirrel climbing post.
Sq1 FP: 2/2 Status: Nosing around juicy bits
Sq2-4 Out Status: In a hedge far, far away.
 
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The feeling of a squirrel playing around under her dress was... unique, to say the least. By then, despite the fact that her cheeks were beginning to burn and she was even growing wet with arousal, the latest sensations mostly forced her to fidget and suppress giggles as the scrambling of tiny feet against her thighs and the brush of the squirrel's nose and its breath against her groin all conspired to tickle her into submission.

Still! She wasn't stuck with a squirrel up her skirt, it was stuck up her skirt with her. Or something along those lines. She brought both hands to bear against the last of the four menaces, her latest squirrel extraction a far more delicate process than the previous one lest she find out just how accurately the EGG could simulate the feeling of squirrel claws and teeth against her most sensitive places. If she managed to wrangle the little guy out from his attempted nesting place she would bring him up to face level gripped firmly in her left hand

"You've had your fun. Time to give it up." With that she would set out to launch a withering barrage of nose flicks against him with her free hand until he cried uncle or whatever the squirrel equivalent of that might have been.

Remove crotch-squirrel! If she succeeds then FLICK HIS NOSE UNTIL HE SURRENDERS (by which I mean feel free to roll attacks against him until he's either down or until he manages to dive back down her top or something).
 
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(auto-forwarding a few rounds since it's only the two of them left)
Rolls:
J 8-4 vs Sq1 11: Swish!
Sq1 12 vs. J 17-2: Nada
Her first fishing voyage was unsuccessful, as the squirrel easily dodged the searching hands. But at least she didn't fall over, so there's that. However, as busy as it was with dodging, the squirrel couldn't really do anything effective either.
Rolls:
J 8-4 vs Sq1 19: Crit miss
Sq1 5 vs J 4-2: Hit!
Well, the followup wasn't unsuccessful, it was catastrophic. As Jessica fished around again, she slightly overbalanced towards the front, and her reflexive step forward got caught in the panties still around her ankles. All in all, that made for a very silly scene, as the girl stood with both hands up her own skirt, slowly toppling forward and faceplanting into the (fortunately soft) grassy floor of the path.

The squirrel, being almost at her center of gravity, survived the entire maneuver without much of a scratch, and the girl felt it settle victoriously on her lifted buttocks, quickly followed by a push of something nut-shaped entering her asshole - she had no idea where the squirrel had picked it from, but she sure knew where it went now.
Rolls:
J 16-2 vs Sq1 14: Grab!
Sq1 1 vs J 12-2: Stuck!
J auto-hit!
Sq1 9 vs J 7-2: Escape!
There was one advantage to her situation: Now that she was on the floor, she was no longer having balance problems from the panties around her ankles, so as long as she didn't mind briefly flashing the empty path, she could easily roll over, flip up her skirt, and have ready access to the evasive critter.

That went to plan this time, and the last of the squirrel ninjas ended up in her fist, unable to struggle free. She got one solid flick in at its nose with her left hand, then the terrified squirrel managed to squirm and slip its way out of her fingers before she could get a second one in. Fortunately, it apparently didn't fancy its chances anymore against the increasingly annoyed girl, so it bounded off into the hedge, and could be seen limping off into the distance along the top.

That left Jessica alone to fix herself up and reorient herself. The vine still stuck to her right arm came off slowly, but without that much trouble - at least now that there weren't squirrels pouncing her every few seconds. She could still try and get her hands on the potion behind the traphole, or just leave it where it was and move along.
Jessica FP: 3/5 AP: 5/10 Status: Newly victorious against the mini-ninjas.
 
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The feeling of an nut-shaped object being pushed into her ass quickly elevated the squirrel's sentence from flight testing to an improvised neutering. Between that and it forcing her to unintentionally flash whatever else might have been lurking around on the path in her efforts to grab it, it was probably fortunate for the squirrel that it escaped her capture and fled before she regained enough sense to pick up her sword and get to work.

But once it was all said and done, she was content to simply lay on her back on the path. Well, she was content to do as much after she had pulled up her panties and ensured that she wasn't giving a free show to any spectators. Even the squirrels wanted a piece of her, huh? Well, she had set Animals to ten, after all. Still, this must've been how those H doujin heroines felt when every human, animal, and animate object in a ten mile radius conspired to fuck them silly. And now there was probably an acorn somewhere in her colon, although compared to those same heroines she'd probably gotten off easy there. In the real world having an unidentified object gone missing in that nature would probably be the catalyst for an embarrassing trip to the emergency room and general panic, but since it was the EGG she decided not to worry about trying to fish the thing out and just hoped that a virtual tree didn't end up rooting in her lower intestine or something.

So for the time being she rested long enough to recover her strength and to calm down and then, if her recovery hadn't been interrupted, she would set off down the path. The shiny loot still called to her but it'd be a bit embarrassing to go for it again only to get caught by the vine on her second attempt and assaulted by more squirrels or whatever else might be waiting in the hedges.
 
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(Apologies for the short post after much delay - I don't have enough practice to draw these out too long, and there's not that much happening right now that needs long descriptions...)

Walking it off at least allowed Jessica to recover from the squirrels' assault - perhaps a bit more quickly than she'd expected,
but that was probably just the virtual environment doing its thing so players didn't have to take hour-long rest breaks.
So by the time she rounded another corner, all stinging in her skin was gone, and the arousal so skillfully induced by the squirrels had faded back down to a mild tingle,
not any worse than running into an unusually hot guy in the supermarket.

Passing the corner gave her pause, though: Just in front of her, the grass on the path suddenly stopped,
to be replaced by a floor of seamless marble, which disappeared on both sides into the bottom of the hedge.
There were three pools of mud spread here and there on the floor, which should be easy enough to step around if she wanted to,
until the path turned another corner about 10m down, with what looked like more mud around the corner.

Jessica FP: 5/5 AP: 2/10 Status: Recovered from squirrelswarm. I may or may not have thought of that nut until you mentioned it :p
 
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(No worries. Going to be busy with some RLstuffs for the next month and barring some luck I won't be able to do quick replies again until April.)

Another few wonders of virtual reality. Beyond her quick recovery time and the impressive speed at which her body cooled down even without any relief, trying to find a seamless piece of smoothed marble as long and wide as the one she'd stumbled across would've probably taken a trip to an extremely rich person's Summer mansion. The sheer amount of money that would've been necessary for such a thing in the real world made the presence of the three pools of mud seem all the more trap-y to Jessica. Between that and the generally undesirable nature of having mud on her boots, she was happy enough to avoid them entirely and did so as she approached the corner.

What she did next would depend entirely on how much mud awaited her around the corner. If the path continued, whether it remained marble or transitioned back into grass, and it wasn't completely overrun by mud she would be willing enough to keep walking while avoiding any pools of the stuff, assuming there weren't any crossroads and she didn't need to make a choice in that regard. On the other hand, if there was something of interest along the way or she couldn't avoid stepping in mud then she would definitely need to stop and consider her options.
 
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(no worries about timing, RL is as RL does)

As Jessica stepped gingerly around the mud puddles on her way, they remained blissfully untrappy, their only output a nonthreatening smell of wet earth.
As she reached the corner, however, her "avoid the mud" plan reached a roadblock, or rather, a roadpuddle:
Around the corner, the mud had occupied the entire path, disappearing below the hedge on both sides.
The path itself did what maze paths tend to do, and twisted around back to the right about six long, very muddy paces along.

That left Jessica standing in the corner, with mudpath ahead of her, and mud puddles to the left where she came from.
She could risk the mud and march bravely on, or she had a few puddles and a large expanse to run whatever experiments she wanted first.
If she wanted to avoid any contact with the mud entirely, she could channel her inner squirrel and try to climb along one of the side walls.
The hedge did look sturdy, provided there were no adventurers hacking through critical branches, but then again - it was THE hedge,
so who knows how its inhabitants would react to a tasty human spread-eagled for free while clambering across it...

Jessica FP: 5/5 AP: 2/10 Status: Stopping and considering her options.
 
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This is going to turn into one of those beer commercials with cat fighting in the mud, thought Jessica as she surveyed what was nearly a channel of the stuff around the corner, and she hadn't even packed some sort of skimpy bikini to give any impromptu bout of mud wrestling the proper ambiance. Well, she couldn't very well turn back then. That would be the exact opposite of bravery, and besides she wasn't sure she trusted the tall grass waiting at the other side of the hedge for her any better than the option set in front of her.

She ruled out the possibility of climbing the hedge almost immediately, if only because it seemed like the quickest route to learning just how well endowed any other of the denizens lurking within it might be. Removing that option left only walking through the mud if she wanted to make further progress. Generally speaking, Jessica wasn't the type to be afraid of getting mud on her boots, she just preferred to avoid the effort required to cleanup after splashing about in it. At that very moment, however, she had what she considered to be a reasonable concern, the sort that could only be born after a squirrel had attempted to face-fuck her and one had very successfully buried a nut which was still somewhere inside her, about the possibility of her imminent attack by mud golems or tentacles.

Her initial thought was to use her sword to tap against the muddy path but that was quickly dismissed. She wouldn't even subject a fictional blade to that sort of abuse. Instead, the woman separated the weapon from its sheath and the sheath from her belt and bent low enough to use the scabbard as a sort of walking stick. She pressed the tip of it through the mud until it found solid ground then dragged it left and right. Her intent was to ensure that the mud was shallow enough that she wouldn't go plummeting up to her neck when she tried to step through it and that it wasn't animate and intent on grabbing the first thing that stirred it.

Assuming the answer to both of those questions was a no and that the pool wasn't deceptively deep and didn't start trying to get friendly with her scabbard, she would brave the mud, taking her first step into it. From there she would take her time and continue, not kneeling but bending low enough to continue tapping her improvised walking stick through the mud to confirm a safe path before each step. And if a trap did show itself after she was already in the thick of the mud, well... she'd just have to practice her sprint.

Sorry for the long delay, I've been recovering from surgery. Starting to get into easy sailing though, so should be able to start posting more regularly again.
 
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J 13 vs Mud 11+?
J 18 vs ??? 11
At first, it seemed like the sheath was smoothly sinking down with no resistance - but something was off, the pressure on her fingers was wrong, and - wait. It wasn't sinking down, the tip was just sliding away as her hand pushed down, but without any of the friction she had expected from muddy ground. Even if said mud was sitting on top of a smooth marble slab.
So that was the mystery of the mud solved, for now - but it left her in a precarious position: As nothing had immediately appeared to swallow her makeshift walking stick, she had balanced slightly forward to press down on it, and now her center of balance was looming dangerously close to the edge - and she wasn't going to be able to push off on the stick, that was for sure.

Things got very tense for a moment, as she instinctively tried to catch her fall with her left hand - but she reacted just in time, and with a twist landed full backwards on her butt, on a thankfully mud-free stretch of stone. Taking stock, the only thing that caught mud was the tip of her sheath, plus a little on the fingertips of her left hand, where she'd just barely caught the edge of the mud as she pulled back. Other than feeling slightly warm from being out in the sun all day, the mud didn't do anything at the moment, though.

MrowmrrROWrrrrrrrraar - she was interrupted from her musing by a noise coming from the hedge behind her, getting closer, and closer, and snapping through the hedge… Reacting quickly, she rolled out of the way just in time, gracefully managing to stay in dry spots.
Jumping through the spot where she had just been sitting, a growling and hissing and clawing ball of fur landed on the ground and skid out into the mud. Slowing down for a moment, the ball of feral aggression turned out to be a pair of housecats, locked clawing and biting each other - and then turned right back into a mess of clawing and kicking and growling. And then a kick connected particularly well, and the mess separated back into two cats - one flying back past her and sailing right into the hedge, vanishing in a puff of leaves and annoyed sounds.

Looking back at the other cat, things were a little less explosive, as it had managed to get back on its paws, but was now skidding slowly away, claws finding absolutely no purchase in the mud despite the animal's best efforts to scratch at the ground. Slowly rotating, it looked at Jessica with somewhat panicked eyes whenever it did face her way, until after a few long seconds it finally crashed into the far corner of the hedge and came to a halt. Pausing briefly to shake its head around a few times, the animal pushed off against the edge and zoomed off around the next corner, looking a little less panicked and more gracefully skidding in the direction it wanted to go, and then it was gone from sight.

That all left Jessica mildly confused, sitting on her rump at the edge, looking out over the mudpath.
Jessica FP: 5/5 AP: 0/10 Status: Wanting a beer for some reason.
 
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