The Bush Below

"Oh, yeah? You want me to stay quiet?" Amy straightened up a little, stepping forward away from the wall and drawing herself up to her full height. "That's not how I do things, wee man! I've been mouthing off since I was six years old and in Mr. Garrick's Maths class! I'm not scared of you! I'm not scared of your little dreams either!" The Dream Lord stared at her for a long, uncomfortable moment, before letting out a wistful sigh. He nodded, made a subtle gesture with his fingers and, as if by magic, Amy's outfit—the whole thing, gown and nightie both—were whipped up and off of her by a powerful gust of wind. Now naked, the first and most noticeable thing about her form was the way Amy's long, long, long legs ended in the pale, triangular paradise of her crotch. Her upper thighs were shockingly pale and speckled with light brown freckles, but her pussy was hidden beneath nothing less than a small forest of pubic hair—bright red and curly as the day was long—so thick not even the delicate slit could be seen, nor the barest hint of her lips. In short, Amy's bush was lurid, untamed and, as far as she was concerned, terribly, terribly embarrassing. The Dream Lord cackled openly, doubling over and shakily raising his arm to point at her. "G—g—good god, is...is that for real?" He asked, between bouts of laughter. "It's...it's...like you've...sellotaped...a Scotsman's wig t—to your...thighs!"
Any of the retorts or angry rebuttals Amy might have ordinarily had withered and died like so many grapes on the vine amid a wave of embarrassment. She was frozen on the spot as her cheeks flushed a ruddy tinge, adding to the overwhelming image of redness she was already projecting. She tried to say something, tripping over every single syllable on the way, looked down, let out an ear-piercing scream, then slapped her palms down over her almighty ginger bush and bit down hard on her lip, suddenly feeling very small and very ****.Her sensitivity about the situation between her legs was so great that the fact of her chest being equally exposed was forgotten, so it stayed unprotected and on display, her perky, nubile breasts hanging high and proud while their ghostly pink nipples went to work stiffening in the cool night air. The Dream Lord finally straightened up, still intermittently set upon by lingering giggles as he took stock of the denuded girl standing before him. "Oh...oh dear, I haven't been amused like that since, well, the last time we did this!" He clapped his hands jovially. "Now I remember why I missed this so much! Oh, the look on your face, Amelia Pond, the imaginative little dreamer from Leadworth, stark naked and looking like butter wouldn't melt! I never knew Mr. Williams would be quite so keen on a good old-fashioned Safari, I mean the tools he must have to bring to cut his way through all of that, the mind boggles!" He slapped his knees and burst out into another fit of giggles. Amy pouted and looked at the floor, too overcome with shame to answer back again.
Figures shrouded in shadow appeared at either end of the alley, stark and menacing in the dim light. They stepped forward, their heads sputtering mechanically as they turned to reveal plastic, smiling faces. Far above her, mostly shrouded in shadow, a loudspeaker came to life in a burst of feedback. Over the system, a voice rang out, high and clear:
"It hides between smooth thighs aglow,
Red like fire, she should have mowed
Pond can't hide it, now we know,
Down there she hides The Bush Below!"
The voice over the tannoy immediately set Amy panicking, it was highlighting her biggest insecurity, the one thing she so desperately avoided anyone seeing or knowing about. She quickly found herself abandoning any attempt to retrieve the nightie and dressing gown to instead try flattening the wild, untamed shock of red hair between her legs, but she couldn't seem to hide it no matter how hard she tried, great tufts of it kept poking out from between her fingers and the Smilers kept advancing, pointing over and over again while the disembodied voice kept repeating the rhyme. She kept gasping, taking huge, shaky breaths as the shame kept washing over her, and found herself shocked and humiliated all over again every time she felt the rough, coarse hairs. As if she couldn't quite believe this was happening, she looked down again to see the hairy patch of redness peeking rudely out without so much as a fig leaf to cover it, her mouth stayes wide open the whole time and her cheeks burned so intensely it looked as if she'd rouged them.
"She skipped the shave, and let it grow
Now it's here, The Bush Below!
She cannot hide, she cannot stop
Us seeing what she failed to crop
Here she is, all brave and Scotch
Trying to hide her fire crotch!"
Every verse rang out like the tolling of a bell in her ears. She would have wished for the floor to swallow her up if she didn't know there was a distinct chance of that actually happening. Stupid, stupid, how could you forget? She'd forgotten to pick up enough razors when they'd gone off in the TARDIS and now she was having to stuff a jungle into her knickers every time she got dressed. Rory said he didn't mind, he even insisted he was into it sometimes, but Amy couldn't shake the lighter-than-air queasiness that was flooding into her stomach. A glance upwards told her the only clothes she'd had were now snagged on a jumbled metallic nest of a fire escape some six or seven feet up, far too high for her to reach even if she wasn't utterly terrified of taking her hands away from her crotch; it was just so humiliating, being here in nothing but her nightie, and now knowing that they'd seen it! That the terrible creep standing in front of her had seen it! She felt as if she were on the verge of a panic attack, and all the while the Smilers kept on advancing. In a fit of panic she drew her legs closer together and tried to stuff her pubes down between them, crossing one over the other to better hold the whole affair in place, then sandwiching her sweating palms into the tight space she'd made between her thighs. "Why are you doing this?!" She snapped. "This isn't fair! This isn't how you're supposed to—" she stopped at the sight and sound of a flash going off to her right, one of the Smilers had a camera and had just taken a picture! That definitely wasn't fair! No one could see that! There couldn't be a photo of her trying to hide the scraggly red terror down there, there just couldn't! She'd never live it down! She'd never—
The twittering of birdsong rang out suddenly from everywhere and nowhere all at once, and suddenly Amy felt very, very sleepy. She swayed on the spot, tried to steady herself, but quickly succumbed and started toppling forward...