Medieval Mooning

Mary and Steven rushed into the medieval wing, coming to a stop at the weapons exhibit. Both of the nudies whipped their heads around, appreciating the artifacts they were surrounded by.

"Damn, look at all this!" Steven said. "They got halberds, broadswords, war axes...!"

"Spears, war horses, and armor!" Mary added. "I wish we could steal some of this stuff to wear!"

Steven glanced around the room one more time. "Shit! I'm not seeing an exit."

Slaps of bare feet on the floor caught their attention. Mary and Steven frantically looked around the room to find somewhere to hide. "Quick! Up here!" Steven said.

"What? Are you nuts?" Mary asked. "What if he sees us there?!"

"You got a better idea?!"

Mary groaned and climbed after him.

Gus marched into the room with the flashlight on his phone. The water from earlier had done a real number on his device. Fortunately, there were enough paper towels in the bathroom to clean it off.

He shined the light around the room, but couldn't find any sign of the streakers. Only suits of armor and weapons lined the walls. He hoped the light would shine something on somebody, but he couldn't find any trace of the streakers.

"Dammit! How the hell did they get away again?!" Gus slammed his fist into a nearby suit of armor. He immediately withdrew and began shaking his hand in irritation. This distracted him from the falling armor that came crashing down on top of him.

"OW!" He screamed in pain. "Someone get this thing offa me!"

Across the room, Steven and Mary sat atop a war horse covered in metal armor. From their vantage point, they could see everything that happened to Gus from across the room. The two began laughing so hard at the spectacle that they could barely keep themselves upright on the horse.

"Holy shit! That was hilarious!" Steven wheezed.

Mary clung onto Steven in an effort to keep herself steady. He momentarily realized that there was a warm nude woman behind him and a pair of soft breasts pressed into his back. Meanwhile, Mary felt herself wrapping her arms around Steven's sides, letting his warmth envelop her.

Their mutual moment was ruined as Gus caused the armor to rattle from on top of him again. Steven pushed himself off the horse before offering his arms to catch Mary. "Right this way, Lady Godiva!"

"Oh, you're too kind, Tom!" Mary joked. She launched herself off the horse and let Steven catch her. He gingerly let her down, trying keep her breasts from his face.

"Wait, Tom?" Cassie asked. "I thought he only peeped on her?"

"Apparently, there's new evidence suggesting Godiva picked up another male rider and ordered him to join her," Mary said.

"Probably the one guy brave enough to admire her after the Lord's threat," Steven guessed. "Why else would she make him ride behind her?"

"Behind her?" Cassie asked. "Wouldn't that mean they basically...?"

"Moving on with the story!" Mary shouted.

Dana sprinted into the room as quick as she could, nearly slipping on the mud underneath her feet. The loud crash that she heard made her think the streakers had arrived in the medieval wing of the museum. She skidded to a stop just as she saw a pair of naked legs dash out the emergency exit.

"Dammit!" Dana shrieked. "What's it gonna take to catch those bastards?!"

She kicked a nearby fallen suit of armor, immediately pulling back and holding her foot while hopping up and down. "Ow! Ow! Stupid! Stupid!"

"Uh, as much as I love the muddy jiggle show, could you help me up?"

Dana looked down to see Gus pinned underneath the suit of armor. His one arm was still clutching his phone as he tried to push the armor off.

Rolling her eyes, Dana stormed to the suit and began lifting it off of Gus. "Those two are REALLY starting to piss me off!"

"You and me both, honey," Gus said. "Those pictures are gonna be so worth it! Both her and you!"

Dana stopped lifting the suit and fixed Gus with a glare. "If you don't help me catch those two, you aren't getting a single shot of me!"

"Oh! Insults! That'll make me help you!" Gus said sarcastically.

Dana was far past her breaking point and blurted her next sentence out before she could stop herself. "If you help me catch those streakers, I give you a lot more than pictures!"

Gus didn't even need clarification. "Deal!"

Dana was too angry to explain and lifted the suit off of Gus. As she did so, they both heard a loud ripping sound. Gus noticed his pants had a giant slash through them, made by the armor's broadsword. As he stood up, his pants fell apart at his feet, leaving him in his underwear.

"Tighty-whities?" Dana asked. "Seriously?"

"This from the thong girl," Gus mocked. "Let'd hurry up now!"

He raced passed Dana, giving her a slap on her ass as he did so. She let out an involuntary squeal in response, leaving her rather embarrassed at herself.