'The look on your face. I can't believe it. I can't believe you didn't smell a rat either.'

James can't believe it either. And he hadn't. The young man with his delicate ears poking out of his bright red hair mixed more more restrained brown streaks wasn't exactly naive, yet somehow the bizarre nature of the last ten minutes that turned out now to be a set up had slipped him by. Just turned twenty and sporting a lean, muscled figure he usually didn't flaunt. And wasn't now since it wasn't exactly his choice to sit here completely naked with his hands tightly folded in his lap. Not that it was Sally's choice either, but then she had always been more comfortable with her body, her deeply tanned skin matching her black hair highlighted by careful application of dye that shimmered if the light caught it. Well..actually, it might have been. Since he was starting to work out that maybe she had been in on the whole thing, and certainly played her part in him sitting here now; on the show that was undeniably his favourite.

He really should have smelt a rat. The receptionists accent was too bizarre to be real, now he really thought about it. Almost stereotypical really. But he hadn't thought anything about it. Or the very small lift he and Sally had shared with the maid in the even smaller outfit. He hadn't known where to look when she had showed him how small it was, explaining they hasn't got her a proper one ordered yet. It hadn't helped he had felt Sally laughing behind him. That should have been a clue. But it wasn't. Neither was the ludicrous room with the palm trees and stuffed animals dotted around the room. And she really should have done when the maid's uniform 'malfunctioned', her breasts popping out in front of him. Not even after he had guided her out still apologising to turn to see Sally standing behind him completely nude, saying they should check out the bedroom. Once he was properly dressed. By which she meant undressed. James had wasted no time following her example, letting her lead him through the doorand out onto the stage surrounded by an audience of softly laughing and clapping women.

One he recognised as quickly as he realised not just that he had been set but how; even before Noel said 'Gotcher' leading them over to the sofa at the centre of the stage. Even without looking at it, which he wasn't anyway since he was staring shyly at his feet, he would have been able to describe it in detail. He had, like many, obsessively watched every episode of the newly rebooted Noel's House Party. Like many a young man who grew up with the original, he was thrilled to see it make a return in a post watershed time slot. He loved the new set of Crinkly Bottom Manor. A place he often walked in his dreams and now he was here, surrounded by
the elegant brown leather sofas. The dark wood walls, banisters, staircase and floors. The wide bay windows looking out onto the lush garden beyond, which was just a backdrop. Albeit an impressively realistic one. Right now James' feet seemed the safer option than the assembled and clearly amused group of ladies. He only dared raise his eyes again when he was seated and could, just about, meet Noel's gaze which was thankfully nothing but professional. If you ignored the slight hint of a smile.

Which James couldn't, shyly breaking her gaze for a second and glancing at Sarah who seemed completely at her ease with this. Or at least was just faking it better. He couldn't blame himself for being shy, surely anyone would be sitting naked next to someone he had more than a little crush on.

' I can't believe she you all this up.' James offered a smile of his own, sinking into the distraction of those words. The show had been known for impressive pranks during the years but this was something else. Or maybe just different because he was on the receiving end of it. Not that that was really a problem.

'Well..we didn't do it alone. You can thank Sally for this. It was her idea. We just..added a few details.'

'Like the wardrobe malfunction?' James asked with his usual confidence returning a little. 'Maybe I'll be getting her back for that.'

'Maybe you'll be doing it for more than that. SeeSally let something else slip as well. Something about a little fantasy of yours.'

'Oh ye..wait...' James asked with a sudden wary caution. 'You didn't.'

Sally just shrugged casually, her bare breasts bouncing a little with that gentle movement; her expression not giving away anything about what she might be thinking.

'Oh yes. She did.' Noel replied without any such circumspection. 'I know you'll like this. Follow me.'

Oh, no. No way. James muttered to himself as Noel took hold of his paw and moving at a run lead him towards the winding stair that lead to the small, innocuous and infamous balcony on the upper level of the set.

James, now blushing, was lead along by Noel at an excited pace up and around the winding staircase that rose to the upper floor of the mansion, his heart only beating faster as he realised where he was being lead. The audience had cottoned on a few seconds before if the raucous cheers and steady encouraging applause were anything to go by.

Blushing even deeper, James was quickly ushered into the open fronted circular carriage with soft padded chair in the middle, his bare rear settling into the soft cushion as his paws pressed tightly onto his knees. He almost couldn't believe this was going to happen. Until Noel yanked on the lever that, with a shower of sparks and a shrill mechanised whirr, began his tour around the Great House.

Caught off guard he lurched forward with the sudden motion, barely having righted himself as the smooth curved metal back carriage reached the edge of the short wooden railing lined balcony and with a softer lurch began to sink down to the floor below. Hoping somewhat vainly the low and flickering lighting around did something to cover his naked state from the cameras that were no doubt recording this, James fought the sudden unexpected urge to cover himself from what he knew was coming. Although if he meant his head or his crotch, he wasn't sure. It was a vain hope indeed, the newly revamped version of the classic show he idolised had spared no expense on the high definition cameras that captured every detail of the new Grand Tours he had saved on equally high definition discs. Surely all the ladies in the audience, along with who knew how many across the country, were now enjoying the good look at his naked body they wouldn't be able to see in a few more moments. It wasn't like he hadn't done the same with the cute llama who had fallen victim to this last week, had he?

At least like her he didn't look up as the music around him picked up in its tempo along with the audience's clapping which no doubt included Sally's; something that made no difference as Noel tipped a bucket of blue Gunge right onto his lap, drawing a surprised yelp from the nude young man. Now he did look up, seeing that instead of just watching Sally stood above him with her own bucket poised and then tipped forward to splash yellow Gunge over his head and chest. He barely saw her delighted grin before the splash struck and his head ducked down to press into his slippery chest.

Head dipped or not, James couldn't help noticing the ride had slowed down to almost a crawl; a crawl slow enough to allow Noel and Sally to race ahead, grab two more buckets and just as he passed beneath where they stood dumped the pink and red Gunge all over his body. Yelping again as the Gunge washed over his crotch as thickly as the rest of him, James was swiftly carried away before they could dump more over him. Which might have been a disappointment had he not known what came next. That sudden burst of speed quickly faded as James was carried under, but not through, the crisscrossed streams of foam now gushing from the pipes mounted on the close tunnel of the two brick walls leading towards the houses fireplace. Although not just yet. In a new twist James wasn't carried quickly through but rather head there, the carriage slowly rotating in a clockwise circle as more and more foam mounded and piled onto his tensed and hunched frame. Someone, Sally, must have spilled, because he had always felt this bit was over too quickly. But he meant watching it, not being in the middle of it himself.

Slathered and heavy with foam after some few minutes, his hearing cleared from the rushing foam to hear the delighted applause grow louder as the rolling carriage finished its journey and settled, with him still sloughing and lathered in foam, softly into the imposing fire place lined with the impressive stone mantlepiece complete with elegant traced lines and playful grotesque faces carved into it, one on each side and facing out towards the centre of the stage.

It was beneath one of those faces that the still nude Sally was directed, her eyes ignoring the grinning face and totally fixed on the lever beside it. A lever that she totally knew what it was going to do; she herself having watched enough episodes to know that.

'Sally..I think you should do the honours.' Noel nodded to the lever following a brief pause for the assembled ladies to enjoy the sight of James in all his foamed, slippery and gunged glory. Like Sally they all knew what was going to happen to him and were clearly eager to see his experienced completely.

'Gladly.' Sally smirked as she gripped the lever. 'Enjoy.'

James most definately did, but not in way Sally had expected. With a shriek her paws froze on the lever as the sculpted stone face above and beside her exploded in a tightly group mass of little streams of yellow Gunge that rained down over her shocked and tensed naked body, leaving her wearing a glistening coat of yellow that washed down over her hunched shoulders. She wasn't shocked enough to move away, playing the good sport while letting the Gunge play over her head. In a way Sally had expected this might happen, and now that it had she wanted to give James a good show. And what a show it was, his eyes not leaving her body as it rolled and slipped over her curves smoothly.

How much James was enjoying this was hidden beneath the still clinging layer of foam, both obscuring the grin on his face and the sudden twitch of hardness in his crotch he was glad no one else had seen. This wasn't exactly new to him, this trick having been used on the classic show once. Disappointingly it had been a guy on the receiving end, and he wished then see it used on a girl. To actually live out that fantasy with his girlfriend as a victim was truly the icing on the cake. On Sally with barely any clothes to slow it down, the effect was amazing; making a moment he would never forget.

'Okay. I deserved that.' Sally slicked her hair out of her eyes, as one last heavy wave of Gunge signalled the end of the rippling streams that had coated her.

'I think James enjoyed that. And I think he will enjoy this.'

James had genuinely forgotten where he was, brought back to that moment in an instant as Noel again yanked on the lever, the fireplace first filled with the classic shrill siren then with raining streams of green Gunge that only settled atop and mixed the massed white foam instead of washing it all away. Seconds later James was a mess of both white foam and green gunge, the latter pouring and pooling into his lap while he squirmed below the streams gushing from the tank above. Scattered into a half dozen streams, the Gunge played across every inch of his torso to leave him dripping with streaks of green over the once pristine white foam. He couldn't ignore the feeling of the massive amounts of Gunge seeping down to his fur, only raising his head with a shy grin to wipe his eyes clean when he was sure it was finished.

'I was right. He did enjoy that.' Noel laughed as Sally moved to wipe her hand over James head only for him to pull her into his lap and pressing her body into the slippery foam. The tv audience missed that moment as the camera focused on Noel who was busy thanking her guests and reminding them to tune into the lottery and to tune in next week.

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