The Newbie's Prize

Janet nodded, looking up over her shoulder at the redhead who had twice, now, defeated her in skinny jeans-themed combat. She would get her revenge someday. “Alright. That sounds good to me,” she said, smiling. She would be more than happy to help reveal Rachelâ€s ass to the passersby, especially since hers would be on full display.

She moaned slightly as Rachel climbed up behind her and began pawing at her ass, then kneading it, squeezing it, altogether worshipping it. Now that was a very pleasant situation, and it gave Janet the idea to have a little bit of fun with Racy Tracy. “You like that?” she said, wiggling her bum teasingly. “Tell me that my ass is the greatest that youâ€ve ever seen.”

"M'lady," Rachel giggled, "Yours is the greatest ass I've ever seen." She said dreamily. It was pretty much true anyway. Racy Tracy had never seen better. With a squeak of pleasure she hugged Janet's ass tightly against her face murmuring into the warm flesh.

Suddenly, she had an idea. With a smirck, the redhead grabbed some markers. Giggling, she started to draw and color something on Janet's rump. The felt tips squeaked against the plush bottom, as Rachel giddily decorated her prize. "You'll never guess what this is!" She said.

Janet froze as she felt the tips of the markers squeaking across her smooth rump flesh, transforming her butt into a canvas for some mysterious work of art. She squealed and pounded her fists on the bed. “Traaaaaacy!” she whined. “Iâ€m gonna be going naked to breakfast as it is! Why do you have to make it even more embarrassing?”

She couldnâ€t help but giggle a little at herself—she sounded like a teenaged girl. She couldnâ€t help but wonder, though, what her friend was drawing on her, and just how embarrassing it was going to be.

Rachel laughed at her friend's whining. "Oh you'll see!" She hinted, putting the finishing touches on it. Capping the pens, she reached for her camera and took a picture. The preview on the screen showed her masterpiece-A yellow and black trophy on the right cheek with "#1 Ass" written on it, and a white label-ish thing with "Property of Rachel" in red on the other cheek, along with the earlier doodles.


Handing the camera to Janet, she smircked. "Whaddaya think?"

While Rachel was drawing, Janet would crane her neck, trying to look over her shoulder, but she could only catch quick glimpses and flashes of color, and had no idea what the whole picture looked like. When she was shown the design on the other girlâ€s camera, Janetâ€s cheeks quickly grew red, and she hopped up onto her feet, holding onto her rear end with both hands, as if trying to squeeze the ink out of it. “N-no!” Janet squealed, stomping her feet on the floor. “Traaaaacy! Iâ€m not going down there like this! Youâ€re crazy if you think I am!”

Rachel giggled at her panicking friend. "Aww, come on! It looks good on you!" she teased. Still, if she wanted it off, Rachel wasn't one to ignore her. Picking up a washcloth, she ran it under water and then crouched behind Janet. She reached one arm around the front of the Lakota's waist, the other pressing the cold fabric against the girl's rump. The redhead giggled as she rubbed and scrubbed her friend's bottom.

After a few minutes though, Rachel pulled away the cloth and frowned. The drawings were gone...but they left behind a tie-dye-esque pattern on the Lakota's rump. "Erm...hmmm..." Racy Tracy pondered, looking at Janet's rear. Looking up, she gave a nervous grin. "You want me to keep rubbing? Maybe it can come off...." she said, blushing.

Janet would hold still while Rachel would come over with a wet cloth and begin to scrub vigorously at her rear end. “Hmmph. You better hope it comes off. Otherwise, youâ€re gonna be in a lot of trouble, missy,” she said, her vague threat sounding both silly and possibly a little serious at the same time. She crossed her arms over her naked chest, waiting for the redhead to finish cleaning her rear end off.

But, when Rachel stopped scrubbing and peevishly offered to keep trying, a chill went down Janetâ€s spine. She turned around, seeing that a blurry pattern of colors was still there and seemed to be permanent, no matter how hard the redhead scrubbed. Janet huffed and turned around, grabbing Racy Tracy and throwing her down onto the bed. “Iâ€m not gonna go down there like this,” Janet laughed, reaching around to unbutton her friendâ€s jeans before beginning to yank hard on them, trying to pull them off. “But you are, sweetie! Iâ€m gonna make a masterpiece out of your rump and carry you down over my shoulder.”

Janet felt positively devious reneging on their original agreement. It was a lot of fun. Besides, she couldnâ€t possibly stand the embarrassment of going down to breakfast like that!

Rachel shrieked as she was tossed face first on the bed. "He-ey-ey!" she cried out, laughing. "No fair! I won!" she protested weakly, shaking her rump rapidly but making no attempt to escape. Her tight jeans proved to be just as problematic as yesterday, refusing to be pulled off. Slowly but surely, though, the denim slid down, revealing her bare ass, ready to be a canvas.

Janet chuckled evilly as she tugged on the redheadâ€s skinny jeans. “Did you?” she said, faux-innocently, as Rachel insisted that she had won. “I donâ€t seem to recall that. As far as I can tell, Iâ€m the one whoâ€s winning right now.”

She continued pulling on Rachelâ€s jeans for several minutes, and, though it was very slow going, the Native American girl would finally get them past the otherâ€s girlâ€s big rump. She would keep sliding them down until she could finally tuck Rachelâ€s feet through the leg holes and pull them off of the girl entirely. Teasingly, Janet would dangle them in front of her friendâ€s face for a moment before tossing them off to the side. “Now that those are out of the way, letâ€s get started,” she said, picking up a marker and taking off its cap. “You should consider yourself lucky—I used to be an artist.”

She would glance down at her previous work, a big red heart with “To my biggest fan, all my best, L.L.” written next to it on the same cheek. It made her smile. She could add to that. The first thing she did was draw a small caricature of herself in full feathered regalia on that same cheek, giving a thumbs up in approval. That was sure to embarrass Rachel. Next, Janet would move to the other cheek, and on it she would draw a label with read: “Premium-Grade Rump Roast: Plump, Juicy, and Certified Fresh!”

Cackling, Janet would grab the camera, take a picture, and hold it up in front of Rachelâ€s face. “What do you think, sweetie?” she would ask.

Rachel squirmed half heartedly, before gasping at the cold markers. "He-ey...I didn't draw that bad!" she whined as Janet scribbled away. When she saw the picture, she blushed. "I think you need a trophy again..." she muttered while grinning.

Sitting up, she stuck her tongue at Janet. "So now what?"