A tub of quick-dry cement- and it falls on Rachel!

Technically, the "Stik-Fast Quik-Dry Prop Sealant" wasn't cement; it was meant as a new and improved way to mold props and armor. That didn't matter so much when a thirty-gallon tub of it tipped over onto Rachel.

"My costume!" Rachel shrieked. The gray cement had dumped all over her Sylvanas cosplay from head to toe. Not only that, but it was already drying.

"Oh, shizzle!" Tessa swore in keeping her ruthless **** on slang she had no idea how to use. The Mystique cosplayer turned towards her friend and stared for a moment, just a little jealous; she'd wanted to paint herself in something similar for a zombie body paint cosplay, but Saki had shot that down.

Rachel tried to step away from the display, but her feet refused to move. The cement around her boots had already dried.

"I'm stuck!" Rachel gasped. "Tess, help!"

"Right on, sister!" Tessa said. "One hug for the banshee queen, coming up pronto!"

Saki-as-Kasumi turned away from the professional photographer she'd been "negotiating price" with and instantly realized what was happening. Tessa was about to pull Rachel out of the cement, but she wasn't smart (or paranoid) enough to see that the fast-drying material had also sealed Rachel's boots to her leather pants.

"Tessa, wait!" Saki shouted, running toward the disaster about to happen. "Don't pull her out!"

Saki was too late. The photographer was just in time.

Tessa quickly squatted down to pull Rachel out of the cement, spreading her legs wide and exposing her most intimate spots. Her lady bits might have been painted blue, but only on her lips: as she flexed, her snatch blossomed open to flash her pink pussy.

Not only that, but as she lifted, those who looked close could see that Rachel's tight asshole wasn't painted at all. She never liked to paint that place; it made her feel dirty.

Rachel relaxed as she her boots started to come off- she wasn't stuck anymore, but something felt off. What was that slipping sensation around her waist?

"Tess, wait, I think my pants are-"

Tessa gave one final tug and pulled the Banshee Queen right out of her pants, leaving her standing on the Con floor in nothing but her hood and bustier.

"No! Fuck, Tess! FUCK!" Rachel swore, threw one hand between her thighs and the other over her shockingly white ass. She was too panicked to cover everything: A thin dusting of short, bristly brown hairs peeked around the hand shielding Rachel's crotch.