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Sasha and Bayley, in nothing but their skimpy underwear, sat in the moving car. Bayley displayed nervousness mixed with exictement, while Sasha displayed sheer anger and fright.
The car slammed to a halt, causing the ladies to involuntarily lean forward. As they regained their position, separate jets of thick and freezing vanilla ice cream rained down upon them. They jumped and screamed as it landed upon their heads, at the weight of the gunge, the texture, and the fact that it was freezing. It moved with great force, and turned them into statues of white cream.
In an instant, their immaculate hair, their beautiful faces, and their stunning bodies, were transformed. The two were motionless, and due to their faces being obscured, one could not see their emotions. The white ice creamed ceased, and the cart, with its two drenched ladies, moved forward.
As the car moved forward, Sasha tried to clean her face off. With her face now somewhat visible, her disgust was highly visible. She was in a state of horrified shock, in pure disbelief at the fact that this was happening to her. Bayley’s face showed that she was in a pure state of laughter, highly amused at her comedic situation.
Again, the car stopped. The ladies waited for their fate. Suddenly, thick and sticky chocolate fudge landed on their heads. Sasha’s face returned to a look of horror, until it was obscured by the slime. Bayley’s smile was soon obscured by the fudge as well. They squirmed as the fudge dripped down their nearly-naked bodies. Bayley, basking in the moment, turned her face upward into the gunge. Soon, they were drenched. The fudge was highly viscous and sticky, and they felt the stickiness everywhere. In their hair, on their skin, it was inescapable.
Soon, the fudge stopped, and the cart surged forward. The two ladies found themselves unable to wipe the sticky sauce from their bodies. They were so occupied with this task, that they barely noticed the cart coming to a stop.
Soon after the cart stopped, two separate showers of whipped cream shot down from above, upon the heads of Sasha and Bayley. The substance was like the vanilla ice cream, and it moved at great speed, obscuring them within seconds. The cream was so thick and so voluminous, that the cart began to resemble a large white mass, and at the heart, though totally hidden, were two beauties.
Finally, the sludge stopped, the cart moved forward, and after a few moments, Sasha and Bayley flailed their arms, sending cream everywhere. Despite this effort, the two ladies were still thoroughly coated in it. The cart stopped for a final time, and two red cherries fell downward, onto the heads of Sasha and Bayley.
Noel spoke up, “Ladies, it has been wonderful making you just so sweet.” Noel smiled at this, as did Bayley, while Sasha stared daggers at everyone. “But”, spoke Noel again, “we have to cover you in something sour. But first, we wish to clean you up again. Please, follow me!”
Sasha and Bayley stood up, and did as they were told. The crowd hooted and whistled, and for a moment, Sasha was somewhat happy that she was covered in so much mess, as it somewhat hid the fact that she was in her underwear and her nearly bare butt and breasts were n visible. Bayley was modest, but also a good sport, and shook her head and smiled.
Noel led them to a wall, and began again, “Ladies, we wish to clean you up a bit, and I feel there is only one real way to do it!” As Noel said this, Tegan and Dakota emerged, each holding hoses. Sasha and Bayley appeared apprehensive, and Tegan and Dakota aimed the hoses.
Before Sasha and Bayley could react, freezing cold water shot out from the hoses, and this water hit the bodies of Sasha and Bayley. The duo cringed and tried to squirm out of the way, but Tegan and Dakota were persistent. They sprayed every inch of Sasha and Bayley’s bodies, throughly cleaning them. When the two losers tried to turn around, Tegan and Dakota cleaned and sprayed their back, legs, and butts. Sasha and Bayley’s messy cover was gone, and now they once again stood almost completely bare, with their bodies perfectly visible and dripping wet.
Sasha and Bayley both lost their footing and fell. They both found it incredibly difficult to stand, and fell and writhed multiple times. Finally, the freezing water ceased, and Sasha and Bayley trained to regain their footing which they eventually did. There they stood, dripping wet and in their skimpy underwear.
Noel began, “Wow! Now that is how we clean people in Crinkley Bottom! But, we have to mess you up again.” The gunge tank spun out, and at the top, sat a tank filled with a brown and green substance that had bits of hay in it. Sasha’s face once again dropped, as she had bearly forgotten about the second part of the mess. Bayley also began to look less amused. It may have been fun to get covered in delicious sundae ingredients, but this was foul, putrid, horse manure. And it would soon be in their hair, on their faces, and all over their bare skin.
Noel ushered Sasha and Bayley to the tank, where the two girls stood, awaiting their fate. Also at the tank was Tegan and Dakota, who placed their hands on the lever, waiting to execute the deed. Finally Noel motioned to Tegan and Dakota, who pulled the lever.
Thick, liquidy manure rained down, right onto the heads of Sasha and Bayley. It landed with a satisfying impact, staining their newly cleaned hair. Next, it oozed down their heads, covering their faces. The feeling of the putrid filth covering their hair and faces, pouring down their skin, was overwhelming.
The manure began to ooze down their bodies. It went from their breasts, down to their stomachs, then their butts and crotches, and then down their legs. The ladies now had to deal with the feeling of the manure dripping down their bare skin, a feeling that was indescribably uncomfortable. The smell was just as bad. Soon, the ladies were completely coated in the brown and green manure, as well as the rancid bits of hay.
When it ended, the ladies, who just moments before were clean, were absolutely coated in manure. However, the audience was still able to see the contours of their bodies, much to Sasha’s distaste. Noel approached them, but kept his distance, selling the smell of the manure.
“Ladies”, he said while trying not to gag, “I think I know the answer, but how do you feel?” Sasha glared at him, “Horrible, Noel, horrible.” Bayley spoke next, “I was actually enjoying this, until you poured manure on me, and then it became much less enjoyable.” Noel chuckled, and the audience hooted and whistled as Sasha and Bayley shuffled to the exit.
Noel stood with Tegan and Dakota at center-stage. “Well”, he began, “we have had a wonderful time here in this tournament. So many teams, but only one stayed clean. You must be thrilled.” Tegan and Dakota nodded in agreement, and the audience applauded. “It was an amazing conclusion, and we hope to see you again sometime soon! Goodnight, from Crinkley Bottom!”