This story was written for me as a Christmas present by Hyalinum, a friend and a fellow wam writer. You may read some of Hyalinum's other stories on FurAffinity.
This is a crossover story that includes Ichika from Five Summer Days and Josephine from Hyalinum's stories.
“No fair, you cheated! I know you did!” Ichika accused her opponent. There was no way Josephine hadn’t cheated. She did the math and the odds just weren’t good enough. Josephine, for her part, had not actually cheated, and had gotten quite lucky, which she was reveling in.
“You wish!” She cackled, her loose tank top bunching up against herself as she leaned back into her beanbag chair. The two had been engaged in a heated match of strip poker, which Ichika had decisively lost. She crossed her arms, huffing indignantly. The issue was not that she was left nude in front of her mostly clothed adversary.
“And don’t think I forgot about our little bet.” The punkish woman grinned, sitting up in her seat. “I already have the stage prepared and everything, and I’m certain my audience is going to love seeing you put on a show for them.” She stood up, unphased by her completely barren lower half. “You stay here. I’m going to get your outfit.” She pranced off happily, leaving Ichika to stew in her own frustration and embarrassment.
The two had wagered before their game began. Josephine had managed to convince Ichika to do a wet T-shirt contest at her next show if she lost, and lose she did. It certainly sounded enticing, even as a punishment, but could she really handle it?
Josephine returned with a tight fitting white T-shirt and a pair of blue swim trunks, tossing them towards Ichika, who gave a soft squeak in return as they landed on her.
“I expect you to show up on time in your special uniform.” Josephine said as smugly as possible. “And don’t worry, we’ll all be cheering you on.” She insisted, not entirely dishonestly.
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As promised, Ichika arrived at Josephine’s theater in her special outfit. Her T-shirt clung tightly to her body, showing off her breasts more than she would have otherwise liked, as Josephine forbade her from wearing a bra underneath her shirt. At least her trunks were comfortable and soft, which seemed almost too kind. She took a deep breath before heading backstage to meet with Josephine, who conversely was decked to the nines in her usual gaudy host outfit.
“Lovely to see you, cutie.” Josephine gave her victim a warm hug. “You’re gonna do great.” She began motioning all her stage hands around to get ready for the show. “Just go stand over at the marked spot on the ground. I’ll guide you along once we begin!” She scurried elsewhere, leaving Ichika alone behind the curtain for a few moments. The PhD student couldn’t help but squirm as she heard the crowd grow louder and louder. All those people, ready to watch her.
Without another moment to ponder, the curtain began to rise with the spotlights flashing onto Ichika. The crowd cheered and clapped as Josephine stepped out from the side of the stage, bowing deeply until the crowd settled down.
“Thank you all for coming! I think you’ll love our show this evening. Please welcome our special guest, Kitagawa Ichika!” Josephine motioned over towards Ichika who was squirming in place, very much excited, but also very nervous. “Our brilliant scientist over here lost a little bet with me and now she gets to give you all a wet T-shirt contest!” The crowd erupted into cheers. “And the best part? You all get to vote on if she does a good enough job or not, and if she fails? Well, let’s just say I don’t think she wants to fail…” She trails off as she smirks, motioning for Ichika to step forward.
Equal parts exhilarated and terrified, she did as she was asked and walked towards center stage, the lights following her the whole while.
“Any words for our lovely audience before we begin?” Josephine asked, holding the mic over to the shy woman.
“Please be kind?” She softly requested, perhaps not hoping for mercy, but instead for acceptance.
“Oh don’t worry, you beautiful thing. I’m sure they’ll treat you like you deserve.” Josephine gave her a pat on the back, both reassuringly but also not without a fair amount of teasing. The host woman stepped back, leaving the stage to Ichika who sat confused as to what she was supposed to do. Without much pause, several of Josephine’s stagehands wheeled out a cart with several buckets of water and spray bottles. At that same moment, a red velvet rope dropped next to her. She stood and stared, first at the crowd, then at the tools placed before her, then back at the crowd, which was growing more and more restless, eager to see her get soaked.
Perhaps hoping to start small and work her way up, Ichika reached for one of the spray bottles and began squirting some of it towards herself. The water slightly darkened her shirt, leaving some marks, but was far from enough to do anything sizable. Maybe out of a fear of disappointing the crowd or maybe just because she really wanted to show off for all these people, Ichika decided to reach for the bucket full of water, which definitely excited the crowd.
As she hefted the blue bucket full of sloshing liquid up in front of her, she took a deep breath. In one swift motion, she lifted the container above her head and began to tip it, causing all the cold water to splash onto her, soaking her shirt and trunks in one go. The crowd cheered and hollered as her once opaque shirt was now practically transparent, showing her exposed breasts to everyone. Despite her pang of embarrassment, she instead decided to try and strike a pose, showing off even more. She raised her arms above her head, reaching her hands together such that her chest was even more pronounced through the tightly clinging clothing. Something seemed just a little off, though. She could have sworn she heard sounds from her clothes that didn’t sound quite right, but no matter. She had a show to finish.
As her adrenaline took over, she reached for the rope and gave it one hefty tug, sitting for a moment in confusion as nothing occurred. Ichika looked up, wondering if she was missing something before suddenly being met with a mound of snow falling directly onto her face, covering her entire body. She quickly dug her way out of the freezing slush, much to the wild applause and whistles of the audience. It took her a moment to realize she was no longer wearing anything at all and was, in fact, standing completely in the nude.
Unbeknownst to Ichika, Josephine’s special outfit was designed to dissolve in the water, and those strange sounds were her clothes doing just that. If the crowd weren’t so raucous at this point, perhaps she would have been able to hear Josephine laughing as she walked up beside her. Ichika for her part, was mortified, freezing, but also strangely excited, nearly intoxicated by the situation.
“So how are you feeling, little snow angel?” Josephine teased before holding the microphone in front of Ichika.
“I-I think it might be wrong to say I feel ‘hot’ given the circumstances but…” She trailed off, clearly shivering, though not complaining. More laughter and cheers from the crowd, though this time very much alongside Ichika’s joke.
“Well what do you say, everyone? Has she done a good enough job to be sent home clean or is it time to show her what happens to losers?” Josephine asked out to the audience. Almost unanimously, everyone responded in unison.
“Make her messy!” They all chanted. Ichika, for her part, whined a little bit at her situation. She did a good job! She even did a little pose and everything! But oh well. At least she liked getting messy, and Josephine was sure to have something fun for her.
“Well, you heard the people, Ichika. Any last words before we trash you?” Josephine held the mic over to her one last time.
“Next time, don’t go so easy on me~” She said, taunting the audience in one last show of defiance. Josephine, for her part, couldn't help but giggle as she began walking away.
“Careful, you just might get your wish.” Josephine warned as suddenly the lights all went dark. Ichika yelped in surprise as the spotlights all flashed back on to a wriggling mass of goofy looking animatronic tentacles which were slowly advancing towards her from either side of the stage. They got closer and closer until they began gently slapping Ichika with clear lotion, causing her to shriek but also uncontrollably giggle at the silliness of the situation.
“Nooooooooo!” She cried out, leaning completely into the bit as she became surrounded by the appendages. She could feel the soft tentacles sliding all around her body, which she had to admit she was enjoying the feeling of. As she got used to the feeling, though, an abrupt shift. Suddenly the ground below her and she dropped into a large vat of mud below her. The crowd cheered in delight as their entertainment for the evening took one final dip into the thick, but mercifully warm mud below. In one last bout of humiliation, some of the slippery tentacles reached down and picked her up, holding her out by her limbs so that she was completely exposed to the audience, her entire muddy body on display. Josephine began her strut back out on stage as Ichika wriggled in her predicament.
“Thank you all for coming! I hope you’ve enjoyed our show, and good night!” Josephine took a deep bow as Ichika continued wriggling and whining helplessly behind her, the curtain slowly lowering.