Salutations again!
This is the story before my Zucker Bakery story collection, a series based upon the Great Race with an alternative female cast going through more X-rated content than anticipated. (Not going to stupidly split up the story into parts this time, promise). Once again if you spot mistakes, I'd love to have them pointed out for improvements. The cast includes:

MewMew -- Robyn Fate & Princess Frances Hapnick
Scarlett Johansson -- Countess Natasha
Emma Watson -- Leslie Gallant
Kat Dennings -- Maggie DuBios
Ariel Winters -- Hestia Sturdy

This segment follows a gap in time between the coronation ceremony and the grand pie fight, where our cast is in hot pursuit of Professor Fate from the perspective of the Great Leslie.

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Happy days were ahead. The baroness had been exposed and the coronation ceremony halted without a scene, apart from Professor Fate and Countess Natasha rushing out the backdoor with the royal scepter and crown. Of course we needed to catch them and expose their crimes, and in particular have the Princess stand next to the imposter to help clarify the switch to a court.

Robyn Fate, wearing a violet, royal ceremonial dress and crown, had lost her heels and was in close pursuit of Countess Natasha in a tighter black dress. I had no idea of their arrangements or what they had planned but my affectionate friend Miss Maggie DuBios, my longtime companion Hestia Sturdy, the Princess and myself were all coming after them, myself gaining the most ground, having deciding to wear my white suit pants and blouse over my ruined dress of the previous night. Also, we were initially tailed by Maxine Meen, Fate's sexual companion, however they disappeared before the coronation.

Wanting to get out of sight but not impeded by an adoring crowd, the fake Princess had made her way to a particular set of empty buildings. Unbeknownst to her that they were set up for particular movie sequences for the local show, Red Jacket. Darting through some tight corridors, she pushed her way into a door with a sticky note saying "Oobleck". Unfamiliar with the term, she ended up getting right up and personal with it as she tripped over a foot-tall plank and fell face first into the green surface.

This substance stretched the whole room with a one-way mirror and cameras set up on stands in the room. With a solid green, directors could easily perform a running-on-water effect with the thick slime as it's quite stable to run across. Unfortunately for Robyn, the stillness of the surface made her believe it to be just a floor. That is, until it began sticking to her dress and skin.

She pushed herself up, but her girls tugged hard against the suction. The way the substance got inside her dress and even her bra was stimulating but she was unable to stop and enjoy it. She could hear steps rushing behind her and she didn't want the Countess to catch up. She pushed forward, clambering through the oobleck, since going back was a fool's errand. Moving through the ooze was tough, and the mess pushed and tugged back at Fate's dress, so much so that it caused her to let out a sharp moan as a rip in the neck of the dress suddenly manifested.

With the door open, it was only a matter of time as Natasha bolted in after hearing a voice, falling forward, much like Fate but with her arms up. This spared her face from becoming a dripping mess; however, her arms landed between Fate's legs, right on the lower half of her dress. The sudden force of her roughly tugging the violet dress caused not only for Fate's hips to be thrust into the oobleck, but the dress split down the back too.

"Your royal" began Natasha, but it was cut off as Fate had rolled herself to one side and wrapped her left leg over the Countesses head. "Don't you even" she said, and without finishing she rolled back over, pushing Natasha's full form into the slime.

The Professor tried to continue her climb away, but at this stage her dress was sticking too much to the slime, so she pushed it off her shoulders and continued crawling. The Countess herself was having similar troubles; her tight number once filled with oobleck kept her body low. It was like having two sets of wet hands push their way along her skin, holding tightly to her privates, pulling her to the floor. Efficient as she was, she unzipped the side and continued her chase after Robyn.

It was at this time I got to the door, pausing because I had looked to the floor and noticed the overflow of oobleck getting on the hall carpet. I saw the two ladies exerting themselves and I recognized the smell of corn starch. I saw the door they were going towards, and without a sound of my presence, I went further down the winding hallway in hopes of cutting them off. Unfortunately, with many locked doors, getting lost, and me anticipating them to get further than they actually did, I did not encounter them again until much later.

Back in the room, the large bra of Fate was pulling hard against the suction, much more than the average cup of Natasha's. Fate was in the middle of just undoing her bra as a hand grabbed onto her lower underwear, tugging it down. The wet sensation that had been pushing against the fabric over her crotch now grinded against her pussy as Robyn tried to get away. Oobleck pulled roughly against her lower lips. She wanted to play, but just as the thought crossed her mind, both Maggie and Hestia arrived.

The two caught themselves on the doorframe as they looked in. Maggie, wearing a champagne tulle dress, looked in and then up to the opposite open door, searching for myself. While Hestia, in suspenders, a loose white shirt and maroon pants, looked in and spent a moment to catch her breath and also comprehend the floor substance. They didn't have a long time to think as from behind them, Princess Frances Hapnick, drunkenly pushed the two in and fell in herself right between them, ruining my tshirt and Hestia's skirt.

Fate, having finally crawled to the other side, climbed out. There she was greeted by a change room. Alas, the only piece of clothing there was a single red jacket to cover her naked sticky body. On the plus side there was a tap with a hose and instantly she hung the end over a clothes hook and sprayed her figure down. She caressed her big girls, pondering how nice that felt and whether once she got back to the States if she should get one installed at her mansion. As her hands went to her hair, she felt the tiara; the crown of Carpania. She glanced back to the door she had come from and a puffing Natasha was there, getting to her feet. Fate turned the hose up hard, tossed the tiara in the nearest bin, unlocked the next door and rushed out. A door I had already checked and had moved on from.

Naked having also cast aside her underwear into the slime as to keep up with Fate, Natasha scrambled to her feet and went after Fate, taking a wave of high pressure water, she was determined to gather up the fake Princess and bring her back to the Baroness's castle for further scheming.

Maggie and Hestia on the other hand were having a chaotic time. The Princess, still energetic, had noticed the discarded dresses and underwear and were slowing down the other two by forcibly stripping them. Miss Dubios' dress was not made for the substance, as it easily seeped through the designed gaps, and with both her focus on keeping pace and Frances' pulling, the dress easily ripped away. Braless, she did try to keep pace but the invading gasp of the slime into her nether regions tugged away her last piece of clothing without her assistance. She was a bit wiser and once free of the sticky substance, grabbed the jacket in the changeroom and followed the wet footprints. She'd have done up the jacket too if not for her assets, so she settles with her nipples being just covered and her posterior half protected from prying eyes.

Hestia, bless her, was more considerate and was trying to keep the Princess moving, getting her to stand, and not play around too much. However, this did indulge in the Princess' stripping demands and slapping ooze on both their privates.

Eventually the chase continued into a much, much more messy situation, but that's another story.