Behind The Snowman

Bonnie and Susie stood behind the huge, friendly plastic snowman beside the snowcone stand, peeking out from behind it with wide, frightened eyes. They both hoped the crowd hadn’t spotted them yet.

A nerd in an anime T-shirt glanced their way. Susie gasped and ducked back behind the snowman, knocking on the side of the wooden snowcone stand. Bonnie followed her lead, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

A small hatch opened in the wall of the stand, and Tara peered out with a look of mild annoyance.

"Hey," Tara said, raising an eyebrow. "You know I’m busy, right?"

"I know," Susie said meekly, wringing her hands. "But I was just wondering... please, if it's not too much trouble, is our new outfit ready yet?"

"Oh," said Tara, shrugging. "No."

"Um, how long do you think it might possibly take?" Bonnie asked, a note of desperation creeping into her voice.

Without answering, the hatch slid shut again. Bonnie and Susie exchanged a worried glance. Both girls looked down at themselves, and their nerves grew. After the ice debacle, they had peeled off their icy wet clothes and handed them to Tara to dry, but now they were both standing completely naked behind the inflatable snowman.

Bonnie began to pace. "I don’t know if that was the best idea..." she muttered, biting her lip.

"I know!" Susie said, her eyes wide. "What if she never comes back with the clothes?"

Bonnie glanced at the inflatable snowman bobbing gently in the breeze. She envied its carefree grin. "At least the snowman is covering us... for now," she said with a sigh.

The hatch suddenly opened again.

"Here," said Tara, handing them a thick hose. Bonnie and Susie eyed it doubtfully. It looked like a larger version of the syrup hose they had used earlier.

"What is this?" Bonnie asked, confused.

"Hold it for a moment. And don’t let go of it, no matter what happens," Tara said, ignoring the question.

"Um, Tara," Susie began timidly. "About the new outfits..."

"Girls," Tara interrupted, her voice firm. "I’m doing you both a big favor, all right? The new outfits are fantastic. In fact, they’re my favorite outfits. Giving them to you means I can’t wear them when I go out dancing tonight. And dancing is my very favorite thing in the world. So really, you should think about how much this is costing me."

Bonnie’s eyes widened. "Oh... I didn’t realize. We’re so sorry!"

"Yeah, we didn’t mean to..." Susie stammered.

"That’s okay," Tara said, waving them off. "We girls have to stick together. But since I’m giving up my outfits for you, you both have to absolutely promise not to let go of that hose. Got it?"

"I promise," Bonnie said quickly.

"Me too," Susie added, nodding earnestly.

"Good," Tara said with a satisfied grin. "Now, hold it just like that, so it’s pointing at your faces, okay?"

"Okay..." the girls replied hesitantly, unsure of what was coming next.

Without another word, Tara twisted a few nozzles behind the hatch. Instantly, the hose sprang to life, and a thick stream of syrup shot out, aimed directly at Bonnie and Susie. The girls yelped in unison as the hose bucked wildly in their hands.

The first burst of syrup hit Bonnie right in her chest, splattering thick pink syrup across her bare breasts. The sticky substance clung to her skin, making her nipples stand out as it coated her breasts, the weight of the syrup causing it to drip slowly down her torso.

Susie gasped as the hose swung her way, spraying a thick stream of blue syrup that splattered across her belly and then shot downward, splashing directly between her legs. The cold, sticky syrup drenched her exposed pussy, the syrup pooling at her thighs and trickling down her legs, leaving her feeling utterly humiliated as the goo clung to her most private parts.

The hose whipped back toward Bonnie, this time blasting green syrup all over her belly before sliding down lower, squirting a thick stream between her legs. Bonnie let out a shocked cry as the cold syrup splashed directly onto her exposed pussy, coating her in sticky goo, the syrup dripping down her inner thighs as she shifted uncomfortably.

The hose continued to buck in their hands, alternating between spraying Bonnie’s breasts with purple syrup and dousing Susie’s bare skin in a rainbow of sticky liquids. Each time the hose swung back, it seemed to find a new place to coat, whether it was Bonnie’s sensitive nipples or Susie’s exposed pussy, the syrup clung to their bodies, highlighting their nudity in the most embarrassing way possible.

When the hose finally stopped spraying, both girls stood there, frozen in shock, syrup dripping from their hair and sliding down every inch of their naked bodies. Their breasts and pussies were covered in the sticky mess, with the syrup pooling around their feet as they tried to process what had just happened.

Wordlessly, Bonnie handed the hose back through the hatch, and Tara disappeared without another word, leaving them in sticky silence. The hatch slammed shut.

Bonnie looked down at herself. Her bare breasts were covered in pink and green syrup, her nipples standing out prominently beneath the thick, sticky coating. Her thighs were slick with syrup, and her pussy was drenched in the sweet, sticky mess. Susie, standing beside her, looked equally mortified, her body covered in a mix of colors, with her bare breasts and pussy glistening from the syrup.

They both blinked in disbelief.

They were standing stark naked, out in the open air, completely decorated in syrup. The only thing shielding them from the crowd of teens nearby was the giant snowman.

"Well..." Bonnie started, still processing the situation. "At least we have the snowman."

Just as the words left her mouth, there was a loud bang. The inflatable snowman popped like a giant balloon, exploding into a thousand pieces and vanishing into the breeze.

Bonnie and Susie turned slowly to face the crowd. The crowd stared back.

"Eeeeeeeeeek!" they screamed in unison, scrambling to cover their syrup-drenched breasts and pussies as the crowd erupted in laughter.