Um...

You hesitate a moment too long as the broom flies right under the archway--and your face flies right into the dense foliage. With a cry of shock you're yanked off the broom and proceed to fall hard on the ground below.

Your vision dims to sparkling darkness, consciousness fading in and out to the sight of the night sky and a broad, pointy hat looming above. As your senses seem to return and you're able to shake off the blunt-**** trauma, you become aware of a sharp smell. Not a moment later you're wide awake, abruptly inhaling a bitter yet invigorating scent.

A woman leans over your supine form, black-painted lips smirking upon her moon-pale face and her modest cleavage hanging close in the low neckline of her black-sequined dress. Her dark eyes seem to glimmer in the shadow of her hat's brim--a hat that most clearly identifies her as a witch of sorts. "Ah, splendid! Our little kitty friend is awake!"

You can only utter a curious meow in response. As the witch leans back to sit upon her heels, she sticks a stopper back into a small bottle, her eyes roaming your body. You look around for anyone else to merit the "our" she spoke of, but see only the floating broom at her shoulder.

"You had a nasty spill there," she says, reaching out to tussle your hair. "But I had just the potion to wake you up!" Her fingers slide over to fondle the cat ear of your costume. "I should give you a heads-up, though. You might feel a few side-effects."

You meow again, pushing yourself up to your knees as you turn a skeptical gaze between the witch and the broom. In doing so you see the garden around you--an open space not unlike the rest of the topiary maze, with a variety of plants about and a little workbench at the center of two tall torches.

"It's nothing dangerous," the witch says with a wave of her black nails. "It's just that this particular potion for stimulating the mind also stimulates... well, the body."

As she speaks you can feel yourself getting hotter, certain areas of your body tingling. Your breath comes the slightest bit heavier as you start shifting restlessly. You become acutely aware of your lack of pants, tucking your torn leotard between your legs as you tightly squeeze them together.

"It won't last long, but if you feel like you need some... help relieving yourself..." The witch tips her head to the side. "I'll let you borrow Woody, here." She looks over her shoulder at the broom floating in mid-air with a smirk. "He's really quite handy for it. Then again, I'm no novice myself, if you prefer..."

You aren't sure how to respond--mostly because you can only do so in meows. One thing's for sure, though: you're getting really horny, and need to jump on one of them quick.