AdrenalineWorld

Bruce's survival instincts told him he needed to find a way to get into a less stimulating situation quickly, but his male reflexes told him he should stay right where he was and enjoy the show. The stuntman found himself needing to make a call: "I can't keep like this... should I back off now and find another way to win the bet, or should I hold my ground-"

Bruce shook his head, driven to action. "Come what may" had some serious implications in that last line, and there was a difference between winning a bet and being arrested for public indecency when he wasn't even getting the pleasure of skin-to-skin contact.

As if reading his thoughts, Teruko giggled about her shirt. Bruce's mind was looking for an escape, and all-too-quickly discarded the notion of backing off when it thought it heard a new door open. "She wants to take this further and lose the shirt, huh?" A rational man probably would have considered the fact that losing the dinosaur suit was a much more logical first step if they were going to throw caution to the wind and go all-out, but a rational man Bruce was not.

"All right, you asked for it," Bruce responded with a playful grin, backing off so he was on his knees over Teruko's body and reaching down for the tail of her shirt. "I've been wanting to get a look at this," he admitted, having only lifted the shirt just enough to reveal Teruko's stomach...

Ante's operator went from happy, seeing that Bruce had finally backed off a bit to give her some thinking room, to upset, as she realized he was going for her belly again, which she desperately didn't want him to stare at. "Noooo!" she squealed, barely keeping her voice down as she kicked her legs. Still, Bruce's elevation gave her just the opportunity she'd been looking for to escape his clutches. With deliberate quickness, she thrust herself out from under Bruce and successfully out of his grasp!

"Ha ha ha! There we go!" Teruko laughed, placing her hands on her hips confidently and grinning widely. "Nobody holds me down!" And it was true; she had managed to avoid being held down. Unfortunately, her expert maneuver had failed to take into account that Bruce's grip, which held securely to her shirt even as she left. As a result, she'd simply slid right out of it, leaving Bruce holding her inside-out Casino tournament prize.

Gasping, Teruko crossed both arms across her chest, hiding her bra (white with black straps) from view. As usual, the shoulder straps were so strained from the load of her breasts, that they seemed as taut as violin cords, struggling as their load bounced up and down with each movement. "Darn, give that back!" she whined, jumping back through the portal from which she'd come to retrieve her garment. As she slid through, she managed to grab her shirt from Bruce, only to slide haplessly on her belly so far that her left arm protruded through one of the openings in the cart's railing.

She was unwilling to let go of the shirt for fear of it falling and not only becoming lost, but also alerting the ones below her (hopefully all this bumping around wasn't already informing them of Bruce and Teruko's game). She was fortunate that the cart had slowed down, or else she would have already lost hold of the shirt. Still, she couldn't manage to get her arm back out of the hole from where it had stuck.

One hand held onto her PET on the cart, operating it with one thumb, while the other held her shirt just off the cart. The worst of it all was that she felt her pants had become slightly displaced from the slide; they'd slipped down with the friction just enough to give Bruce a glimpse at the white color, with black on the straps, similar to her top. "Rrrgh! Bruce, help me out of this! My paaaants!" she exclaimed in as quiet a hiss as she could manage, kicking her legs up and down childishly.

Bruce crouched stupidly as Teruko slipped from his grasp. Trying to figure what had happened, his eyes first fell to the shirt that now hung from his clenched fist. He turned his head over his shoulders, holding his position, to see Teruko behind him for a split second, before she mysteriously dipped down and once again disappeared.

Turning his head forward once gain, Bruce saw his adversary shoot between his legs and end up crammed into the bars of the railing.

Bruce continued to stare blankly for a moment, until first a smile and then a grin broke out over his face. He couldn't help it, in spite of the fact that if anyone on board was to see this he'd probably be arrested. This situation was just to priceless. It was like that one comedy show with the three guys slapping each other and poking out their eyes by accident... but with boobs!

"Ahahaa-" Bruce began, before jamming a hand over his mouth to stop himself from guffawing and alerting the crowd below. He was glad he did, because he was just on the verge of making a "stuck because you're fat" joke that he figured probably wasn't a very good line to go with on a health nut hottie he was hoping to get with. Still, broken-up chuckles escaped from between his fingers.

Having had his laugh, he figured he should probably go help her out. Leaving her hanging would be a pretty dirty way to try and win the competition.

Bruce tiptoed over to Teruko's position and knelt next to her. He thought for a moment about how he'd like to misinterpret "help me out of my pants," but he figured that was kind of a stretch, and Teruko was really in a pretty perfect position to incriminate him if she decided that's what she wanted to do. More than that, though, something about this situation just seemed to call for more silliness, so he figured there was really only one option cartoony enough.

"Holler if it hurts, okay? Don't let our little wager stop you," Bruce said with a grin, spreading Teruko's legs and stepping between them so that he could wrap his arms around them. With that, he began pulling Teruko back with way too much strength, assuming that her arm was pretty well stuck in there but that it would somehow narrow and pop out, looking like an elongated noodle. More realistically, he guessed, she'd worm her arm around some way when it got caught as to bring it out. At the same time, he was keeping his ears open: if Teruko screamed in pain or anything, he'd have to be sure to stop immediately.

Didn't hurt that his plan allowed him to get a pretty good view of the current bad luck she was having with the waist of her pants, either. "Damn, I've been involved in some crazy stuff, but this is really one for the yearbook!"

Teruko allowed Bruce to get his arms around her legs, hoping just as much as he did that she'd be able to get out with his help. Just as she was thinking she'd be able to get out, however, a totally dopey-looking animatronic, looking more like a snake than a dinosaur, poked out and caught hold of her shirt with its jaw. It gazed to both sides of her with its googly eyes; it seemed to her almost like it was avoiding meeting her own glare as a way of refusing responsibility for its actions.

The worst part of it all was that the cart was still moving, albeit slow. With mounting frustration, she held tightly to the shirt and began to whisper death threats at the snake head, trying futilely to keep her voice low enough so that Bruce wouldn't hear. "Alright, you dumb dinosaur, give up! I'm winning this contest. It's you or me, pal, and I'm betting on me!" she uttered misleadingly, trying to jerk the shirt free from the creature's mouth in a losing battle. "Do your worst! You're going to go the way of the dodo, no matter what you dooo!"

As the trolley kept on moving, Bruce still couldn't see the snake, but Teruko had to strain further just to hold on to the shirt.

"Yeah, yeah, you keep calling me a dumb dinosaur and I'll sit back and watch you go extinct!" Bruce replied, still trying to pull Teruko out from her predicament. He spoke in a whisper, presuming that the nature of the contest was why she was also keeping her voice low. "I know you're all hyped up for the competition, but let's wait until- huh?"

Deciding to peer over and see why Teruko couldn't hurry this up, Bruce finally got a proper glimpse of what Teruko was messing with. He identified that particular animatronic, and what leg of the ride they must be on with it. He'd always thought that particular bot was the biggest waste of the park's money of anything he'd seen in the park, except maybe the "Sugar Rushes," a family of adrenaline-themed clowns. He never expected to have this problem with it, though. "Seriously? Man, it's just one thing after another! Hold on," Bruce shouted, dropping Teruko's legs and clambering onto the railing.

Without a second thought, Bruce lowered himself onto the side, holding the railing with one hand and bracing his foot on a lower lip of the tram's exterior roof. That snake was about to go down to scare the passengers, and if it went with Teruko's shirt, the two would likely find themselves in one dino-sized dilemna. With the extra reach he had, he managed to get his hand on the shirt and tug it loose. Unfortunately, his idea of damage control was limited to their reputations and criminal records, so he had no idea how the shirt was damaged in the process.

"Hey, grab this. I don't want to put it down or it's just gonna friggin' blow away again," Bruce told Teruko as he tried to return her shirt to her while still hanging on the side of the cart. He'd hoist himself over once he had the free hand.

Nodding, Teruko pulled her arm back in with some effort and then grabbed hold of her now ruined shirt. She wasn't frustrated about the shirt too much; in general, it was quite a throw-away shirt. Rather than irritation, she felt a mixture of disappointment and arousal. One one hand, it was a little boring that Bruce had gone out of his way to help her; weren't they in a competition, after all? On the other hand, it was pretty daring for Bruce to place himself in danger (both professional and physical) by going to retrieve the garment.

Still, putting on the shirt now would be virtually useless; it could barely be worn as a shirt any more, since it was a little form-fitting and teeny before it had gone through the maw of the world's derpiest dinosaur. As a result, she simply threw the thing to the side and reached out her hands to help Bruce up, giving him a good view of her breasts as she leaned forward over the railing. "Don't worry, Bruce! I've got you!" she hissed in a whisper, grabbing hold to one of his hands. In reality, she was probably severely overestimating how much he needed or wanted her help. As a professional stunt man, Bruce had likely gotten into way worse situations than this just recently. Hell, hadn't he jumped a flaming car or something just earlier that day? Well, maybe not.

This was the part where he was supposed to get the girl, right? "Well, maybe not," Bruce thought, seeing Teruko toss the shirt aside without a second thought. "My good deed for the day, and hey, there are some benefits to Teruko not having a shirt to wear." More importantly, though, he'd avoided anyone down below seeing the scrap of shirt.

Again, as Teruko reached out for him, Bruce had a fleeting idea that this might be the part where he gets the girl after all. Then again, that usually happened with the guy rescuing the girl, didn't it? Lost in his own heroic fantasies and the distracting sight of his rescuer's assets right ahead of him, Bruce missed his grab. He'd been intending to take hold and pull himself into a good position for a stuntman's vault. Instead, after missing the hand, Bruce released the bar and simply began to topple backward.

Bruce was used to personal danger, and this cart wasn't even (relatively) going that fast anymore. As such, the stuntman was collected enough to realize that rather than personal injury, what he needed to avoid was risking the contest and alerting the passengers below...

... Realizing that he was apparently still thinking and his brains weren't being rattled (quietly, he had hoped) against the dirt path below, Bruce opened his eyes to see a bunch of upside down people listening to their tour guide. Said tour guide was missing a few beats here and there, obviously trying to avoid giving away his insane stowaway's presence by indicating him with his eyes. Bruce was just glad that the ride was past the part that suggested they should look back.

There was a small child staring at Bruce with wide eyes, which Bruce eventually noticed. The kid was tugging his parent's shirt sleeve with a finger in his mouth, but the parent didn't appear to notice. Regardless, the danger was there, and Bruce was hanging on by a...

"What am I hanging on by, anyway?" Bruce managed to pull up enough to see that the tail of his suit was still hanging from the roof. Was Teruko holding onto it? Whatever the case, Bruce figured the safest course was to keep quiet. Surely Teruko wouldn't just leave him here? The thought that she might put victory in their wager before his safety never crossed his mind.

"Aaah! Dumb dinosaur! I-I hope he didn't go the way of the dino," Teruko cried in a feverish whisper to herself, clutching both hands at her cheeks as she peered over the railing. Thankfully, it seemed that Bruce was not dead (he couldn't be, the cart wasn't even moving that fast), simply stuck in an awkward position. His tail had gotten caught in the railing, which was no surprise; hadn't her arm done the same earlier? She was just thankful that the tail had some substance to it, or he'd have to play the part of the world's clumsiest velociraptor to stay covert...

... Except, maybe he actually still ended up playing that role regardless. She felt pretty certain that people ought to be able to see Bruce from the range they were seated away from him. She had to help him up; his tail being stuck had saved him, but it'd also make him pretty hard to get back up onto the cart. All she could do right now was try to free him and then drag him back up.

"I know! I brought some skin lotion!" she reminded herself, reaching into her exercise bag. "I'll soap up dino-brain's tail, then when it gets a little loose, I'll try to pull him on through!" Energetically, she removed the cap on her little bottle and then poured a bit onto her hands. "Here goes...!"

Grabbing hold of the tail, Teruko started to soap it up; she was pleased to find that it could slide now, although Bruce was so heavy that it was pretty difficult to reel him in. Still, she managed, bringing him back into the cart as far as the tail would allow. Soon, however, she realized a problem: no matter how far she brought his upside down tail in, that didn't leave her any way to get him back in, unless he could do some kind of bizarre, gravity-defying sit-up. She knew he did stunts, but that didn't make him a trained contortionist.

Her tongue protruded out past her upper lip as she exerted herself, wrapping both legs around the tail to keep it stable. Next, she reached out to grab Bruce's upper body and try to pull him back in to the top sitting area. Unfortunately, her hands were still covered in gook, making them slippery. Grumbling to herself, she tried to wipe them off on his dinosaur body, to little effect. Now both her hands and his dino-flesh were slippery and impossible to hold.

Still, there was a chance. Holding down the tail with just her feet, Teruko leaned further down from the railing, grabbing hold of his suit's zipper with her teeth. With all the force she could muster, Teruko pulled her torso back up, trying to lever him to the roof with only her upper body force and the hinge point of his zipper. As it turned out, her efforts only made things worse; instead of pulling him back up, she unzipped his suit all the way down to his stomach by accident.

She blushed, realizing what she'd done, then looked for some way to rectify the situation. She grabbed up the dinosaur head he'd thrown down earlier (which she'd set her lotion bottle down inside, thinking it was her exercise bag), then held it by its mouth. In a tricky motion, almost like a carnival game, she swung the mask down to try to grasp hold of his head with it. If she could do that, she figured that maybe, just maybe, some indescribable physics would allow her to grab hold sides of the suit's face and use them as leverage to pull him back up.

All of the effort she was putting in didn't help her get him back; furthermore, it caused her to lose some of the grip on the tail, which dangled Bruce back down into the unfortunate kid's field of vision. His dino-head swung back down below where the child could see it (and only that far; she'd levered him up that high just by pulling in the tail). Skin lotion dripped down into Bruce's face from where the bottle was still hidden, then exited out of the covert holes in the velociraptor head's mouth, creating the illusion that a newly arrived, upside down hanging dinosaur had appeared in the place of the man and start drooling ridiculously. Bruce might be creating some angry, fearsome sound now to go along with the violent creature he was dressed as.

Bruce hung upside down a while longer, crossing his arms and staring back at the kid nervously. He raised a finger to his lips, and the kid, seeming to think it was some sort of game, actually did quiet down. "Does this mean I have to let him in on the bet?" Bruce joked internally, before suddenly and alarmingly almost coming crashing down to the dirt beneath him.

He'd avoided letting out a cry, but that could have been disastrous. He was used to falling, but landing safely was an art. Bruce told himself it required preparation or at least time for reflexes, perhaps glancing over the many times he'd avoided serious injury by little more than luck. "What the hell is going on up there?" Bruce thought.

He realized he was feeling more of a pull than before, but that thought didn't have the intended comforting effect. "Is she trying to support me up there? There's no way!" If she was really managing that, she must be one hell of a fitness instructor after all.

With her acting as the support, Bruce assumed he was being left to rescue himself by performing an awesome pull-up. Just as he was psyching himself out for it, he saw Teruko somehow leaning over the edge of the cart. "Hold on, dammit, if that kid sees you in your underwear, we're leaving this theme park tarred and feathered! How am I even staying up like this?!

Bruce was helplessly filled with fear and arousal at the same time as Teruko seemed unable to stop digging his grave deeper and deeper. Bruce could tell that the kid hadn't seen Teruko, but his bare back should be entirely on display. The stuntman solidified his intention not to get lampooned as the park's "X-TREME DEVIANT OF THE WEEK" and save himself.

He managed to finally get his torso halfway up, his body bent at a ninety degree angle... and then, with another hell-sent look at Teruko leaning over, Bruce's world suddenly went dark.

In spite of judgement, he couldn't help but mutter a grunt of protest... until suddenly, he realized keeping his mouth closed might be a very good idea. He couldn't even begin to guess what had been going through Teruko's head, but something hygienic-smelling and probably not at all safe to ingest was beginning to coat his face. The only saving grace he could think of is that he was still halfway through his pullup... but too soon he realized that his effort was only being sustained by Teruko's grip. She promptly lost it, of course, causing his head to swing back down and thud against the metal railing.

By this point, a couple of people had looked back, and were starting to shriek as they realized some horrible unnatural-looking dinosaur was hitching a ride atop the cart, particularly because the tour guide was supposed to be in the section where he was building up calm before everything suddenly went dark. Even the guide himself let out a shriek in spite of himself.

As the lights cut out and the scene Bruce was supposed to come down for began, the dinosaur head began making an ominous noise that barely even sounded like a dinosaur roar. Mixed with the sound of a grown man groaning, the dinosaur head's sound piece, clogged with the lotion filling the helmet, came a droning "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeraaaaaaaaaahhh..."

The dinosaur's eyes normally acted as lights to allow the figure to be seen clearly when it came down for its attack in the dark, but they were now flickering on and off and acting as horrific illumination for the thick, herbal-scented drool leaking from its face. The roar continued until the dinosaur head (which was on backwards) slowly loomed up and away from the cart...

Bruce was seeing stars, but the same survival instincts that had kept him alive to this day told him that this was, in fact, his last chance. With a superhuman feat of strength and composure, Bruce managed to perform that situp he'd been doing earlier, bending his body to first an angle, then almost a clothespin...

As Bruce's suit finally lost his battle, the kid looking back was briefly treated to the sight of a grown man's legs dangling in their boxer shorts before yanking themselves onto the cart above. The kid emphatically tugged on his mother's sleeve, trying to get her to turn around, but the guide was putting his ad-libbing skills to work and coming up with a real prize winner of an explanation the dinosaur they'd all briefly seen.

"Luckily, uh, the Slobberadon is, um, light-sensitive, so now that the lights are back on he shouldn't be able to bother us... or jeapordize our careers," he added in a mutter.

Bruce had slid out of his suit, which had at that point barely been on him anymore anyway, and catapulted himself over the railing and onto Teruko, knocking her flat and ending up on top of her in his shorts. His hand had also ended up on something pleasantly plump, but frankly he was feeling neither gentlemanly nor sportsmanly at the moment. "Oh, am I all right? What's going on?" Bruce muttered innocently while feeling up whatever he had his hand on and pretending to be blinded by the lotion.

When Bruce got back up onto the cart, Teruko immediate reaction was happiness, despite being bowled over and straddled. "I thought you were a goner!" she whispered with a grin, then realized a few key factors. The first was that he'd lost his suit, meaning that his humorous dino-boner was now a very real and hard to ignore Bruce-boner. The second was that he'd grabbed hold of one of her large and pleasingly soft boobs, which was no longer covered by her shirt; he'd now begun squeezing it with eagerness and indiscretion.

"Are you blind?!" she hissed, then eased up. "O-Oh wait, maybe you really are blind... Still, let go!" Dashing out from underneath him, she slid to the other side of the cart and tried to figure out some way for her host to cover himself. Unfortunately, they were running out of usable clothing; he'd lost his suit and dino head, and she'd already lost her shirt as well. The only decent thing they had between the two of them was her pants.

All the same, she felt a little bit giddy over the fact that his erection was so prominent and impossible to hide. "I made it that way~" a little voice cheered in the back of her head, but she quickly hid it; this was no time to be celebrating. "Um... Hm..." she mumbled, turning her head so as not to seem like a pervert. "I don't know how, but we're running out of clothes up here!"

"Oh, I've got it! You can... uh... yeah, maybe," she murmured, running to get her exercise bag. She remembered there being a towel in there... although it wasn't very large. She wasn't quite sure what he'd do with it. Maybe he could just... put the bag over it? That wouldn't work all too well.

Refusing to look in his direction, she ended up keeping her bottom very close to his face as she bent over to check the bag, both knees on the floor. "I know I um... kind of made a mess there so... if there's anything I can get you, just let me know! I know I kind of almost killed you and everything," she babbled on, suddenly realizing just how badly she'd nearly messed Bruce up. "Oh! Also, there's a charity event going on right now. I already sent in an e-mail and got a bad-ass new chip!" Teruko laughed, undermining the seriousness of their situation.

"Now, what can I give you..." Her bottom continued to dance in front of his face.

Bruce had been pretending for his convenience earlier, but he really was a little worried to open his eyes while the herbal-scented mess was all over his face. He had no intention of putting himself through any more pain on this ride than was absolutely necessary. If he had to guess it was something like lotion, but he didn't want to rub it in without knowing. "Just get me a towel for my face, Bruce muttered in a whisper, spitting gunk out of the way of his mouth as best as he could without making much noise.

The stuntman tried waiting a while for Teruko to produce something for just a little while before he decided it was taking too long for his tastes. "Hey, you're not going to be using that shirt anymore anyways, right? Just pass me that," Bruce whispered, too quiet for Teruko to hear while absorbed in her activity.

Not particularly interested in Teruko's chatter while he was still waiting, and growing annoyed because he felt like the problem shouldn't take that long to fix, Bruce began to joke around. "If we're talking about things you can do to repay me, I sure would like to see you again," Bruce said, implying that he'd like to be able to see again, period. He started to reach his hand forward, feeling around for the towel he was certain must finally be waiting for him, and ended up lightly brushing at some unknown fabric instead.

"Oh right! Good point, it would make sense to use that," she answered, turning back just in time to hear his cheesy-sounding line. It sounded a bit like he was being romantic, but that wasn't really what alarmed her; what did was how he'd firmly grasped onto her panties from where they showed just above the height of her pants. Seeming convinced that this was the rag he was looking for, he'd yanked back and up on it, putting her in a wedgie. "Ooow! Bruce, noooo!"

It was beginning to seem like "Bruce, noooo!" was going to be her catchphrase for the day. She supposed "Teruko, noooo!" could have been his if he wanted, but it would have sounded even sillier coming from him. "That's not the shirt! You've got my panties!" she whimpered in a half-laughing, half-crying hiss, not sure which was more appropriate to fit the ridiculousness of the situation. "Let go, let go!"

The panties had been pulled out just far enough for him to see the comically stretched panda face print staring back at him, if he could clear his eyes enough to do so. "Whatever you do, don't wipe your face on that!" she begged.

Bruce had not been merciful in his attempts to get his "towel," first with a half-hearted tug and then a full-hearted struggle. After hearing what he'd apparently grabbed, of course, he quickly let go. "Aw, seriously? Why are these in front of my face in the first place?!" With no way to grasp the situation, Bruce wanted to facepalm... but that would just get the gunk all over his hand, too.

"All right, let's both stop getting our panties in a bunch," he said, feeling around for a different fabric and settling on the plush sweatpants just below his initial target. However Teruko was positioned earlier, surely she'd turned around to hand him the towel by now, right? Without bothering to ask, he pulled the fabric out and rubbed his face all over it. When he was finished, he figured he'd open his eyes, no matter how much it was going to sting. This blind nonsense was getting a little ridiculous.

"S-Sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" Teruko replied, realizing that she really ought to be more careful about just thrusting her butt around. Of course, she didn't stay sorry very long, because just as she was fixing her wedgie, Bruce pulled out the hem of her pants to wipe his face on that instead. "Can't you wait just one second for the towel!?" she cried, resisting the urge to stand up or try to fight free of him. She just knew that the second she did, she was going to end up sliding out of her pants.

Bruce finally managed to clean the stuff from his face, only to get a look down her pants at the panda panties he'd almost missed seeing, as well as the very exciting image of her butt. The panties clung inward, still unfixed from the earlier wedgie. "C-Come on, let go..."

With a sudden overflow of Zen and harmony, she managed to remind herself that she didn't really have any right to be angry. She'd already gotten a pretty good look at his underwear, after all, and she had severely injured him. It was really only right that he got a look at her panties as well... Even if they were super-childish and not her sexy panties... And he was being sort of impatient, not just waiting for the shirt... How was she supposed to justify wearing some kiddie underwear...?

"Pandas are cute, a-aren't they?! Sure they are!" she spoke up in a harsh bark, trying to explain her mentality.

After finishing cleaning his face (he'd learned that whatever the goop was, he could actually safely rub the rest in), Bruce stared for a bit longer than was probably polite. "Yeah. Sure they are." Lost in his thoughts during what seemed to be a lull in the action, Bruce considered where they would stand after this. He figured his odds were actually pretty good... fifty on going separate ways and letting time erode this memory (or at least suggest they were drunk during it), and fifty that being involved in this ridiculous set of circumstances could lead to further intimacy. Maybe, in the end, he'd get more than a look down her pants?

All of a sudden, however, Bruce's sun-filled skies were darkened as his eyes traveled farther down.

... The seat of Teruko's pants was soggy with the lotion, which coated it in viscous white fluid.

"Oh no. Oh HELL no," Bruce thought. By this point, he was sure the two of them really would get away with their excursion, but if his friend saw that when he came down with Teruko, he'd never live it down. Was he going to be able to live this down, anyway? Regardless, he didn't need that on top of it. "Teruko, did you bring a change of pants?" he asked rather hopelessly. He couldn't really think of how they were going to cover it when they had to get off the cart...

... Was he really going to end up giving the impression that he'd had a chance like this and ended up losing it... there... and only that far?!

"They are!" Teruko rasped back in response, then realized Bruce had another set of worries entirely. Lotion had gotten onto the seat of her pants now; did it really even matter? How could they look any stupider getting off of this cart than they already looked? "I hate to break it to you, Bruce, but there is already no way we are getting off of this cart without alarming somebody," she muttered, staring at his boxer shorts again momentarily, then averting her eyes again.

Still, having your butt covered in lotion was gross, and it was clear it was annoying Bruce. As such, she sensibly decided to just go even steven and (after removing her wedgie), stepped out of the pants Bruce had ruined, leaving her wearing only the panda print underwear. "There! Now we both look indecent and stupid," she laughed, placing the pants into the open top of the exercise bag to create an air of finality. "Now try to concentrate. It's going to take everything we've got to get off of this cart without embarrassing ourselves..."

Of course, with both of them now in their underwear, she herself was having a pretty hard time concentrating. "You're pretty sure your friend isn't willing to just bring us more dino costumes, right? If we could both sneak off as dinosaurs, that'd be awesome! O-Or maybe they could bring us some food and we could just camp out here until the crowds left!" she suggested, running through all of the possibilities she could think of to avoid confronting the prospect of putting on her ruined clothes and climbing back down or both of them emerging in only their unmentionables.

Bruce couldn't help but think, looking over Teruko's half-revealed body, that this whole situation was so like and yet so unlike how he hoped it would turn out. He decided to avoid any further complications by taking his eyes back off his partner's tantalizing hips and back to her empty head.

"Now, now, don't go getting your panties in a bunch," Bruce told her, holding out his palms in a calming gesture and forgetting he'd already used that quip. "First off, food? What, did you think we were going to have to live up here until a rescue team found us? Nah, I'm hoping you're willing to face some embarrassment, anyway, because there's no way my boy down there isn't gonna ask us what the hell we were doing up here after we nearly lost him his job. Like it or not, he, at least, is going to find out when this set of customers clears out."

"From there, really, I don't think the rest is too difficult to piece together. Since you apparently didn't have any qualms, uh... rethinking your outfit," Bruce coughed, "we can make this look like nothing unnatural at all: kinky horseplay on top of the cart, which is probably what he was expecting when I brought a chick up here in the first place. He's like that," Bruce added, as if his own sweet, innocent mind was incapable of such a lecherous notion.

"At that point, he'll probably offer us some costumes just to get the hell out of here, or allow us to stay up here without the dinosaur stuff or us having to do anything. You know, for another ride, at least, so our Navis can finish up." Bruce just assumed the two would be close to finished now, not having any real clue on the progress of their mission. "He'll probably make us lie down and play dead or something boring like that, but it's better than public disgrace or getting reported to the office as stowaways he didn't know about."

A smile started to cross Bruce's face. He felt like he was tempting danger again, but that was nothing unusual for him... and he was practically convinced of his invincibility now. Might as well milk the situation as much as he could. "I don't know that we're really going to be able to sell that we were horsing around up here, though... all he's really heard are some tiny clunks from where we stepped around, and all he's seen is that weirdness with me hanging over the edge for a sec. I wonder if there's anything else we can do to sell the image, so that he doesn't ask us questions that we have to provide crazy answers for?"

"Let's lay off the panties comments," Teruko huffed, moving her fingers to her backside once again to make sure her wedgie was gone before settling down into a comfortable sitting position. "Anyways, this suuuucks! We weren't doing kinky... oh, well... hm, maybe we were," she murmured, suddenly remembering that she'd deliberately tried to give Bruce a footjob earlier.

"Okay! Well, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, but you've gotta be careful, because over-consumption of lemon juice takes the enamel off your teeth! Or that's what I've heard. Darn though! I'm so hungry... I wish I'd brought a snack up here with me," she sobbed, taking another peek into her exercise bag, despite having just closed it up as if they were going to forget about the mess it had caused. "At any rate, that's not a bad idea! Luckily, I know just the thing~"

Startlingly, Teruko turned around and stuck her legs out towards Bruce, as if she was going to ask for the wheelbarrow carry again. Next, she arched her toes against the roof of the cart, then held one arm behind her back, bearing down with the other palm. "Push-ups! If we do enough pushups, we'll make a lot of noise, and we'll also sweat like pigs! It's just the thing for making it look like we've been up to naughty stuff. Come on, give it a try!" she laughed, pressing her body up and down effortlessly.

Of course, from the back, this gave Bruce a tantalizing view of her bottom, as if he hadn't seen it enough already; the panda face stared back into his own eyes, almost seeming to taunt him as it moved up and down without pause. "Yep, I can do a ton of these! I get sooo sweaty, though, so I'll want to eat later. My stamina is unparalleled! I could do this all day and still be fresh for more at night! After I finish one set, I'm always good to go for another straight away! I'm never finished with the sets; after the first of the sets finishes, start the next sets! Sets, sets, sets!"

Ante coughed from her PET, overhearing just a bit of the conversation but choosing not to interject.

All grumbling aside, Bruce had to admit he was pretty hungry, too... in a way, though, he felt like he had it worse than Teruko. He had an additional carnal hunger nagging at him. Watching Teruko bounce up and down while ostensibly shouting "sex sex sex" was like being at a buffet line with no way to pay: so close, but it didn't seem like there was any way he'd get a shot at it.

He'd decided he'd actually gotten sweaty enough from the forest's conditions and his earlier exercise, so he was content to just watch Teruko go about her business. "An all-meat buffet," Bruce thought ironically, considering Teruko's probable diet, "Where someone keeps waving it in your face and letting you get free sniffs, but you never get a bite... and eh, actually there's some weird broccoli or something they keep shoving in your face..."

Wondering where his thoughts had drifted to all of a sudden, Bruce considered for a moment and came to an important realization. "Oh right! I almost missed it, but if I'd let it stay, there's no way I could believably have been getting action with a half-naked hottie up here!" How would any red-blooded man have taken Teruko up here, gotten her clothes off her body and his hands on those goods, and NOT have taken care of this?

Without bothering to explain, Bruce crept up sneakily behind Teruko and attempted to remove the binding that kept her hair up in its silly knot. He wanted to do it silently, because he was genuinely convinced that her image would become fifty percent hotter with free-flowing hair, and he wanted to see if he could still catch her doing pushups and... eh... saying "sex" over and over again. "Come to think of it," Bruce mentally noted, "if she just did the pushups with regular grunts it'd probably sound more realistic to anyone who heard it..."

Getting at Teruko's clip was easy enough, but the results were not wholly satisfying. Her hair didn't cascade down onto her shoulders like a glamor model's, nor did it fall into a reserved and cutesy bobcut. Instead, it sprung out from the base behind her, then stuck there, as if she'd just woken up and pulled her head off the pillow. It looked far sillier than it did erotic.

She didn't actually even feel it go and thus continued talking about her exercise routine enthusiastically and ignorantly. "But you know, with sets like this, I can barely even feel it! I need it much harder, you know, before I start to feel like I'm getting anything good out of it. You can't pull up either with our tools as they are up here... Man, I can't finish my sets like this, though! That's too boring!" she complained, still working out as she talked.

"I know, I could-!" she exclaimed, turning over to start some obscure exercise. In the process, she slapped Bruce across the face with one arm, then caught him again across the back of the head with the other, dragging his face down into the soft flesh of her belly (softer and less toned than it had looked, perhaps). Once she realized what she'd done, namely hitting Bruce without realizing he was there, she eased backwards and let him lift his face back up.

"Geez, Bruce! What were you doing so close?" she asked, blushing heavily as she tried to look scolding despite her grin. "You're supposed to be exercising too! What kind of exercises were you going to do, huh?" One of her bare legs shifted antsily against the cart's roof as his body loomed over hers, her back leaning against the side of the cart and her arms pinned beside her.