My 'The Great Race' reimagining continues but back before the pie fight and coronation and interrogation.

The scene follows the Great Leslie arriving in the Kingdom of Carpania and attending a ball in her honour. The ball however turns messy. After the messy occasion, Leslie and company are invited to join the Princess for a brief shower and light refreshments. Warning: There is a drunk person in the story however it is not for the purpose of fixating on that sexually or fetishistically, only for the purpose to instigate the food fight and its continuation, and for representing the actual character they are emulating from the movie. For the scene, I envision the following cast:

For the scene, I envision this cast:
Leslie Gallant -- Emma Watson
Hestia Sturdy -- Ariel Winters
Princess Frances Hapnick -- MewMew
Countess Natasha -- Scarlett Johansson
Baroness Raven Von Darkhme -- Jennifer Lawrence


As the Leslie Gallant, daredevil extraordinaire, my close friend Hestia Sturdy and I had been on a world spanning race. So far everything had appeared to be in our favour, even despite a couple of events like the mud fight in Texan town Boracho or the drifting iceberg incident. Our main rivals Robyn Fate and Maxine Meen had not been heard of for some time, although it does make me worry for Maggie Dubois, a reporter who'd also entered the race and who was the captive of Fate in this leg of the journey.

Putting that aside, we arrived in the small Kingdom of Carpania, a matriarchy society with an aesthetic akin to those you'd find 50 years ago. It was the early afternoon, yet a massive crowd awaited us with thunderous cheers as if we'd just crossed the finish line. It was at that moment that a lady, to be exact, Countess Natasha, informed us we were invited to stay and attend a celebration in our honour from Princess Frances Hapnick. We were deeply grateful.

Cut to hours later and I've just slipped on my silk evening gloves to match my sparkling white ballroom dress. My thoughts however were on Hestia, nervous for her sake. Her world was mainly around being my assistant and her role as my mechanic in the race was invaluable. She had her amber hair kept in a loose bob, while she wore a long emerald, green dress. It was a bit tight for her bust, and I know as I helped her into it, but in the end, it was worth it as she looked plump and fresh for upcoming dancing.

Countess Natasha herself came to bring us to the ballroom of the castle. The ginger upstyled her hair much like my gibson tuck and wore a dark bronze dress that kindly exposed her shoulders and neck to reveal a pretty black necklace. I couldn't help but notice she had a slim build like me, not as flat yet flexible. Although I assume she is required to keep up appearances, whilst my body I take care of for work purposes.

"Is that your favourite attire?" She asked. I paused, unsure of her meaning. Her face was not quite seeking delight but definitely not judgemental. It wasn't but it was what I could travel with. I knew it was best not to answer verbally and nod.
However, Hestia replied, "Uh-ha." A conformational grunt.
"Splendid. If you require it, we have spares for various clothing options and can get something for customised builds." Once again, she was hard to read. I looked to Hestia to see if she was okay with that dig at her, but it seemed like it went over her head.
"We are ever appreciative." I replied.

We were guided by the crown guard up to the ballroom where we came across a glorious number of ladies and gentlemen all in polite chatter, waiting for the Princess and her guests of honour, "Hestia Sturdy. The Great Leslie." Called the announcer. Unlike back home where people would rush up to me after hearing that title, the guests murmured and continued their discussions and drank their fine wine. Very respectful and civil. This was a comfortable change.

I let Hestia take my arm and together we walked as the countess introduced us to a few parties. We talked along courteously, asking further details about other guests' professions, up to what they were eager to discuss, as well as mentioning the race and how we were delighted to take a moment's rest from the road.

The room itself was majestic and the music from the band was like a lullaby although not too quiet to avoid discouraging people from talking. Lines of tables with drinks, appetisers and cakes surrounded most of the northern and southern walls, with the west side for the orchestra and east for the grand floor-to-ceiling windows that could open to the balcony.

Suddenly the music died down and the crowded room pressed themselves to the walls to make an open space in the centre of the room.
"Her royal highness, Crown Princess Frances Hapnik." Guards lined up a walkway from the entry hall to the ballroom as brass bellowed a fanfare. Then, coming down the hallway in a royal blue dress with braided black hair came the princess. The countess stood by my side, taken a little aback by a Hestia's reaction.
"Pist!" whispered Hestia as she tugged on my arm. I tried to hush her, but she insisted. "It's her, it's the professor." I knew what she meant but I was certain it wasn't Robyn Fate. I was very well researched on my rival Professor Fate, and there was no way she could have pulled the wool over my eyes. 'A plan to arrive in the Carpania and fool a whole populace by herself', I thought. Although the two were strikingly similar, it is an impossible scheme for Fate to pull off. I relaxed myself, taking note of a drinking goblet in the princess's hand limp.

She got to the end of the Guards just as the fanfare stopped. "That was exhausting." She said, shoulders slouching as she let out a blurted laugh. The crowd around us kindly responded in laughter.

Frances caught the eye of Countess Natasha and strolled over towards us. All figures bowed in her presence. She did not appear as regal as I expected but in the peer pressure of the moment, I felt it would be rude not to give my own curtsy.
"Your royal highness, may I present, Hestia Sturdy and Leslie Gallant: The Great Leslie."
"Ah yes. The racer. Welcome to Carp-*hic*-na." She said, dismissively waving off our bows.
"Ah, your majesty." Interjected Hestia as I tried my hardest to hold an eyeroll, "you wouldn't happen to have any relatives in the States?"
"The States?" she replied confused, mostly by the abbreviation.
I had to save my friend from herself. "It's just that you bear an uncanny resemblance to someone we both know."
The princess clutched her own heavy breast, "Someone who looks like me. The poor bitch." she blurted out her hyena laugh harder than I anticipated. She waved her hands for crowd feedback, and they kindly replied to keep her happy. She took another sip of her cup, passed it off to Natasha and then pulled the nearest handsome looking man to the centre of the floor.

The laughter died as quick as it started as the princess and her partner started dancing. Gradually other couples joined in. Hestia mentioned that the princess never said no, although I chose to ignore her, something I would soon regret.

There were also a couple other items worth mentioning. I also noticed that though one or two guards stayed in the room, a lot of the married or engaged women had pulled their partner away and left for the event, slowly decreasing the number of men. The women who were staying were hanging on every one of the princess's words and actions, to the point where they were consuming more rum than the princess to catch up.

Earlier on I was informed by the Countess that Princess Frances was interested to talk later and more casually, away from the crowd but she did not indicate when and after being in 4 of the 6 dances, I was feeling my stamina wouldn't last the night. I'd taken a seat with a white-haired pixie-cut girl wearing a lacy cream dress and a copper haired girl with short wavy bangs and wearing a short artic-shade dress.

"Will you be staying for the ceremony tomorrow? A lady only becomes Queen once." Asked the first lady, Luann Steward, fanning herself a great deal to steal my attention. This was not news to me, but we had lost 8 hours because of this town and its crowded roads, and although we had not seen Fate for some time, she would most likely avoid these sorts of social occasions.
"The race is a pressing matter. It is our understanding that our main competition has not crossed the border yet. We wish her royal highness the best, but we should be heading off before noon tomorrow."
"But then why delay at all? Surely you want to secure your win." Spoke the other lady, Blair Fergus, leaning in closer as if to distract my eyes. She wasn't that well-endowed, but her thin figure and fine bone structure was indeed attractive.
"It's been my experience that there is little advantage to winning if one wins too easily." I reply with utmost composure.

Meanwhile the Princess's latest dance partner finally excused himself, giving Hestia the moment she was waiting for. Hestia approached and right away Frances remembered her plans.
"Oh right, you go get Miss Great. I'll see you all in my chambers." The princess did go to walk off but trailed through the band, knocking over their stands as if it was the only route to the exit.

It didn't take much more: a spill of a drink, legs tired from dancing and an intoxicated princess. Her drink left her hand, and she slipped forward into the table where her face and the right of her chest grinded into a creamy pavlova cake. Gasps left people's lips as they all became attentive. The music halted. From across the room Natasha became aware of the incident and tried to formulate a plan of attack. Women with fans held them up to hide their joy or shock while the men adjusted their ties or belts.

Hestia and several other ladies drew closer. "Prof... *cough*, Your Highness, are you alright?"
Frances was licking her lips as she pushed herself up. "This is great." Everyone was just stunned while their princess took a couple more bites, giggling to herself. "You should try some." She added, suddenly turning around and throwing a handful of the cake as Hestia, but in her drunken state the throw dropped and splattered over Hestia's left chest.

Even if you found it funny or sexy, I could only feel bad for Hestia. Not only had she left her bra behind to fit into the dress, but her chest was also very sensitive. I stood up with my company and began to draw closer, but a loud voice stopped us in our tracks.
"Please! Allow me." Echoed the commanding voice of the Duchess, crossing the floor towards the Princess. For a moment, Hestia and I thought the Duchess was going to get a napkin from the table, but we were mistaken. The redhead picked up a sponge cake with blue icing and chucked it square at Hestia's face.

Hestia barely moved as the cake exploded over her features, the weight of it dropping down on her dress where some crumbs climbed in the spaces where the previous cream slipped through before. Some women among the room gulped in surprise, other's eyes focused intently as if waiting for something. The men simply shifted in their clothes, mostly adjusting their belts again or more likely, something else in that region.

Hestia didn't groan or moan. Didn't even lick her lips. She was fortunate that the cake didn't obscure her vision as she spotted another dessert on a plate upon another nearby table. She hobbled quickly in her heels, grasping at what her hands could hold before flinging it directly at the princess.

Red velvet splattered across the top of a youthful orange haired girl as her company, of which I can only assume she did consider friends, shoved her in the way of the food. Although it wasn't enough to protect those behind her as chunks got past the girl's neck and got both the Princess's and the Duchess's necks and faces.

Hestia froze, wide eyed as she took in the fact that she just hit an innocent bystander. All the much better for Princess Frances as she'd perfect time to set up and throw a green jelly, catching Hestia's collarbone and dropping straight down, slipping, and sliding inside her dress.

Things started to get much worse from here. The ginger threw handfuls of a black forest sheet cake into the crowd towards her friends, catching several new people who joined in. During the ensuing food fight, one of the men with a thin moustache threw a key lime pie, and it mistakenly flew towards Luann who I quickly took a hand upon her hip, pulling her close to my right, causing the dessert to narrowly miss.

About thirty people were now caught up in the food fight, although the guards were simply standing there and taking it. The princess was crawling up onto a table towards the chocolate fountain after having pulled open Natasha's dress to drop in a key lime pie and snapping it shut. The ginger who'd turned on Hestia over the red velvet, after throwing back a banana pie had ducked under a table, fairly messed up herself after getting caught in between fire.

The banana pie had been hastily thrown and it hadn't flown straight. It whacked the cleavage of Hestia's dress, and the pie tin ripped a long tear, barely held together by the dress's lining. The rest of the pie, carried on by momentum, fell out of the pie tin and coated the tear and the immediate exposed skin in pie filling and crust.

Hestia let out a brief high pitch squeal and took the cherry cream pie in her hands with her as she went under the table too. The ginger turned around, midway through undressing into surprisingly sexual black leather lingerie, to get a pie full in the face. As Hestia paused, catching her breath from the surprise of the female's attire, Princess Francis lifted the back of Hestia's dress, exposing her white underwear and poured warm chocolate over it. My friend let out a moan in surprising confusion and in immediate response, the ginger placed a hand behind Hestia's neck to pull her in for a kiss.

Meanwhile, the food fight was pulling in more people, not just guests, but guards, musicians, and servers. An androgynous musician was throwing a cupcake at a topless female guard who was dodging a bit too close to Blair. I was going to pull her in by the hip too, but Luann was pulling me backwards a bit, so I settled for her hand, pulling, and spinning her into my chest just in time. I kept her wrapped in my arm as she regained her balanced and locked eyes with me, deep appreciation in them. That was all I got to see as Luann, who'd pulled us back to a table, smushed a coconut cream pie right into my face deliberately. I was left gobsmacked. My remaining reliable sense kicked in when Luann leaned into Blair and whispered. "Let's show the Great Leslie how we party in Carpania."

The pair of ladies licked my eyelids just clean enough to see again. This time I paid more attention as I noticed that it wasn't only that guard that was topless. During the messy fight, many other guests had lost their attire. A woman in a champagne dress had their attire literally ripped off the left side exposing she had no underwear but a garter to keep her skin leggings up, and instead of any modesty, she pushed off the other side right before being served a key lime pie to the face.

Blair excitedly took my face and came up for a kiss, although paused. She was shy and nervous. It showed. I placed an arm behind her back and kissed her instead. She was so slow that by the time we had finished enjoying our first kiss, Luann had been caked in the belly, pied in her hair, retrieved a blueberry cream pie, and pulled away the shoulder straps of my dress.

She grabbed the back of Blair's hair, pulling her from our kiss and immediately kissed her. I had a second to enjoy the sight of her command as the chest of my dress fell away and she'd pied my breasts. She broke the kiss again and leaned into me, taking hold of my small boobs, suckling on my right nipple.

As Blair was bent over getting out of her own dress, I was privileged in witnessing the naked Princess holding herself up upon a half-dressed male guard, riding his cock screaming "Oh Hurrah!" The countess was naked bar for her once lavender lace underwear conversing with some blonde haired, dark dressed lady with perfect pose I could only assume to match a noble's title. My friend meanwhile was upside down along a table with her crotch in the mouth of the ginger kneeling. My attention dropped much like my dress when I felt Blair pull aside my underwear and softly rub my hidden lips. She might have been slow, but Luann was efficient in finding my sensitive areas, working them with just her tongue and the application of fresh sticky food.

After Blair helped me finish, the two ladies scissored for a while. I supported them with kisses until Countess Natasha signalled me over. The Princess wanted to wash up and wanted Hestia and myself to join her. The recently replaced guards (i.e.: clean and dressed) took us down to a massive communal shower in the palace where Natasha, Hestia, Frances, and I washed down together.

Warm water washed through my hair removing the excess food with ease. The servants provided me with a brush and after only a few brushes, the mirror they also provided showed my hair clean and perfect again. I didn't waste my time. The sample hair products and soaps were necessary to my routine, even if I was tempted by the soapsuds when they ran over my nipples, my belly, and my pussy, I kept to my cleaning ritual. The Princess was eying Hestia and I, up and down, but seemed a bit too groggy to consider a move and much more interested in drowning the air in small talk. It was quite understandable. The day-to-day menial tasks of a royal must accumulate many conversational topics like a dam needing release. It was probably the cause of this evening's messy event.

As we were drying, from beyond the wet zone, the blonde-haired dark lady entered the room much to the delight of the Princess.
" such as swallowing swords and chewing broken Raven, you rogue, where have you been?"
"My apologies for being late, your Highness, but I was delayed by some" The lady made an almost unnoticeable pause but the way their lashes flickered made me confident that they were looking at me if for only the briefest moment. " last minute business."
"You've been fucking one of your models again, haven't you, you naughty girl."
"No, Your Highness."
"Miss Leslie, this is Baroness Raven Von Darkhme." Interjected the Countess.
"Von Dark-*hic*-home is Carpania's greatest duelist." Princess Frances continued. She got a fancy robe put on her by her servants as others attended to the rest of us. "Matter of fact, her prowess is so grand, she could strip you with a flick of a paintbrush!"
"Baroness." I offered a hand to shake, and she responded just as softly, and yet her hands felt so distinguishably experienced.
"I'm honoured." she replied.
"Sit and drink up. The evening's young, we're all going to have such a gay oh, rum! What kept you?" She says, receiving a drink after she plopped down on her lounge chair.

"My coronation is tomorrow, you will stay for me, won't you? There's going to be a big fat cake in my honour."
I took a moment to share a glance with Hestia. She was still picking out jelly from her hair, noticed and nodded back to me. She understood the slight change I had in mind to our plans. "We can make it for only the coronation, however come the celebration effort, we must depart."
"If you change your mind, I'll save a seat for you, you Great Leslie, you." Winked Frances.
Countess Natasha approached with a mild look of concern. "Surely staying the whole coronation cuts into your arrival in Paris? Your closest rival, Fate I believe, could cross past Carpania's borders at any moment and cost you a possible win."
I had considered this earlier, but my trust in the Leslie Special, in Hestia and in my own skills had not failed us yet. "Even if they did overtake us, we could close that gap, and in my profession, to win is imperative. To win easily is a blessing." I replied, raising a glass with a smile.
This seemed to ease Natasha yet there seemed to be something plaguing her mind. I would have had time to focus on it more but again the Princess stole my attention and so I indulged her with what I consider thoughtful commentary.

Had I but spent more time paying attention to the Countess and the Baroness, I could have overheard the mention of Fate and the plotting of a coup. I might have overheard them discussing the problem of my ability to recognise the differences between Fate and the Princess, should the worst happen during the coronation. I may have even learned of an interrogation tactic to delay me, however I did not. This failure on my part would lead to a string of events one could only call very messy.