It was Saturday and the country fair was in full swing at the Westhill Farm. Becky was bored wondering around and felt a bit silly walking around in her bright yellow chicken costume that promoted free range eggs at the farm shop. Could be worse, she could be the back end of the cow!

Becky liked a good dare and her hubby had assigned today's task which was to wear the costume without knickers.

The fair was busy with many customer's milling around looking at the prize cattle, riding donkeys and looking at tractors.

There was an obstacle course with various challenges - with the winner getting a large hamper with a months worth of meat and produce.

It was almost 1pm, and the competitors were getting ready for the obstacle course. Becky felt a tap on her shoulder - it was her hubby. He handed Becky her entry form for the race.

"Here" he said. "You have to do the course in that costume. I dare ya!"

"Two dares in one day, that's not allowed" replied Becky.

"Well, I have one forefit in the bank, so here it is!"

Becky had to admit that he was right. Rules were rules, so she accepted the challenge.

Becky lined up at the start line, ready for the race. To her left was a woman in a white bridal dress, and to her right was Batman, Wonderwoman and a Teletubby.

The klakon sounded and they were off. The Teletubby was first to fall after tripping, with their head rolling into the crowd.

Next was the though the pig pen. The competitors ran or rather jogged through the mud which wasn't an easy task. Batman went down hard into the mud after slipping in a large puddle.

Next, was a run across a muddy field. There were many cow pats to dodge as they ran and slipped over the field. At the edge of the field they had to climb over a metal gate into the next field where there was an high fence to climb over. They left Wonderwoman at the gate as she realised that she had stood in a cow pat wearing sandles, and she was now bent over, gagging.

The two competitors that remained were Becky and the bride. They reached the high fence. The bride scaled the fence in her stocking feet - her white heels left behind in the pig pen.

Becky stood at the bottom of the fence. She wiped her hair from her eyes as she watch the bride struggle to get over the fence. Becky reached up and pushed the woman's backside. She was surprised the see white silky knickers, stockings and suspenders as she finally swung her leg over the wall. The bridal underwear looked worse for wear ripped and dirty from the mud, the bride grinned at Becky, clearly enjoying herself. The bride called out her thanks before she disappeared over the other side with a splash.

Becky quickly scaled the wall with her trainers helping with the grip. On the other side, the fence was smooth, so she had to jump into the mud. She fell hard into the waist deep puddle, a little winded and she got up feeling bedraggled. The chicken costume was no longer yellow, the hat/head now lost in the mud. She looked down at her costume, the thin fabric was clinging to her boobs and ass, quite obvious that she was nude underneath. She blushed and took a deep breath before continuing with the race. She was in part thankful that the mud caked on her face meant her identity was hidden.

She ran to the next stage: a steep muddy hill with a stream at the bottom. The bride stood at the top gathering the skirts of her ruined dress and was sitting in the mud. She slid down the hill with a scream and landed in the stream at the bottom.

Becky did the same, half way down, there was a rip, but Becky didn't realise it. She splashed into the stream and stood up, climbed out up the bank and went to run across the finish line. Soon the bride and Becky were neck and neck. When the finish line was in reach, the costume finally gave up, the bottom half slide down and tripped her up. Becky slid across the finish line on her front with her outstretched arm making her the winner. Fortunately, Becky was so muddy it protected her modesty. She had realised what had happened and stood awkwardly pulling up and holding the remains of her costume together. There was a cheer for Becky and the bride. They were the only two that had made it, the other competitors lost earlier in the race. Becky and the bride grinned at each other and hugged.

Suddenly a cold blast hit the hugging girls, they were being hosed down. The mud was being blasted from them both. Becky desperately held her costume together and thankfully it hadn't gone too see through, but Becky felt exposed and embarrassed as her face was now clean, her dirty brown hair swept back by the force of the water. She looked over at the bride, her dress now in tatters. The thin straps of the dress snapped and the top half of the dress dropped to her waist exposing her white lacy bra, and for this she received another cheer from the audience.

Next, they were off to the podium. Becky and the bride were handed blankets to wrap up in and they collected their prizes.

Becky stepped down from the podium and was greeted by her hubby. They walked to the car where a plastic sheet had been laid across the seats. In the final act of humiliation, he made her sit in the costume for the journey home. He got in the car and handed her the chicken head hat to put on as they slowly drove past the people now walking to their own cars.