Hiking Thong

by Gretchen Prudence

Gretchen felt a soreness infiltrating her muscles as she lifted herself up off the ground, moaning with pain.

Her best friend, Prudence, was lying only a few feet away, on her side; she was battered and bruised, even worse than Gretchen.

Gretchen stood for a few moment, but soon was no longer able to support her body, so she collapsed onto the ground once again, letting out a groan that she was sure echoed through the mountains.

Gretchen and Prudence were the sole survivors of a horrendous plane crash. Sure, they had been the only two people on board the plane, and were also responsible for the crash because they had been making out with each other instead of focusing on flying the damn thing, but still.

They were the survivors of a plane crash, which was definitely something to be proud of.

But that didn’t mean that they were in tip top shape, right from the start!

First of all, they were both naked, because they had just broken out their dildos and were getting ready for something heavy before they had realized that the plane didn’t have auto-pilot, and they were about to crash.

Secondly, they were sure there was a warrant out for their arrest, because the plane didn’t exactly belong to them. It belonged to some rich guy that they had seduced and then had a three-some with, and while he was sleeping off the exhaustion they had caused, since they were both in their early twenties and he was well into his nineties, they had snuck out and stolen the plane, as well as some champagne to celebrate their tactical maneuver.

But now they were stranded in the mountains, and had no idea even what country they were in.

All Gretchen knew was that they had to survive, not necessarily for each other, but for their baby.

For little Thong Thong, as they playfully called her.

Her name was Thongerine, a combination of the words “thong” and “tangerine.” Because she had been born wearing a tangerine colored thong, and her mother had decided that it was a sign; so, before she gave the baby up for adoption, she had a note pinned to the thong; “Because she was born wearing an orange thong, I have named her Thongerine.” And with that, she had left her baby in an alley, where Gretchen and Prudence had found her the very next day and taken her home with them, because they lived in Florida and it would have been illegal for them to adopt a baby the legal way, so they might as well just pick one off the streets, since it wasn’t any more illegal for them to do that.

Gretchen sighed as she thought of little Thongie. She missed her baby so much! She wanted to be with her right now ….

But that was impossible.

Because they were stuck here, in the mountains.

And no one knew where they were.

Gretchen sighed and lay back; her head was hurting so bad, she needed an Excedrin … but naturally they hadn’t thought to bring one. All the Excedrin were back home, in Thongie’s crib, because that’s when they usually got headaches, because that little girl sure had a mouth on her that could give even the most studious adult a headache if she got too close.

Prudence moaned a little, and Gretchen scooted over to her lesbian lover, taking her hand.

“Pru,” she whispered softly, “Hey, Pru, it’s me. Gretchen.”

“Gretchen?” Prudence asked, her eyes cracking open slightly. “Who’s … Gretchen?”

Gretchen felt pure ice flow down her spine. “You … you don’t know who I am?” she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes. After all the years they had been together, having had their first lesbian encounter at the tender prepubescent age of 6 and a half, to not even remember her first and only lesbian lover … Gretchen couldn’t stop the tears from leaping down her face.

Prudence let out a small chuckle, which quickly turned into a violent cough. “I’m just playin’, Gretchen,” she said softly, reaching out her bloody hand to wipe away Gretchen’s tears, but only managing to succeed in smearing blood across her lesbian lover’s face. “You know I like to joke around.”

“But not about our love!” Gretchen cried melodramatically, “Not about us! Never about us!” She burst into tears all over again, burying her face in Prudence’s naked lap, licking away her pain.

Several hours later, as they lay in each others’ arms, night began to descend.

“Gretchie,” Prudence whispered to her lesbian lover.

“Yeah, Pru?”

“We should get going. I’m sure Thongie will be missing us by now.”

“Yeah … I guess you’re right.”

So Gretchen went back to the wreckage to hunt for something to wear.

When she came back, Prudence looked up at her in surprise.

“But … a t-shirt and panties? Is that all you could find?”

Gretchen nodded. “Uh huh. But don’t worry about it, I’ve seen you in less,” she leered.

Prudence giggled, and her entire body blushed, much to Gretchen’s delight.

So Prudence put on the t-shirt, which was cut low across her cleavage, and high above her belly button. And then she stared at the thong for a minute, grinning.

“It’s a hiking thong!” she exclaimed, as she slid the camouflage colored thong up past her thighs to nestle in its proper place in between her lower lips and cheeks.

“So it is,” Gretchen said, winking at her lesbian lover. She, too, was now clad in her t-shirt and panties. Or rather, her tube top and hiking thong.

But then Prudence looked out, across the mountains. “But how are we supposed to get home?” she asked, looking down at her feet, which were bare and bruised and bloody.

“Simple!” Gretchen exclaimed, pulling out a surprise.

Prudence gasped and then jumped up and down—much to Gretchen’s delight as she peered down the top of Prudence’s t-shirt—while clapping her hands. “Oh, Gretchen, you shouldn’t have!” she screeched. “It’s a pair of combat boots carved out of foam, that I can glue onto my feet!”

Gretchen grinned. “That’s right!” And she then proceeded to glue the combat boots onto her lesbian lover’s feet as Prudence ate her out of gratitude.

Once they were both clad in their uniforms of t-shirt, hiking thong, and foam combat boots, they marched off, into the sunset, never to be seen again.

Or so they thought.