Through the deep layer of cake covering his head, he could hear only muffled murmurs of noise from the host's amplified voice and the cheering audience. Nothing was even remotely intelligible, but he did notice that there was a rhythm of sorts creeping into the noise. He cleared his ears in time to hear the chant of, “...Two! One!”

A thick, heavy wave of paste crashed down wetly on his head and shoulders and sluiced down his back. He nearly toppled off the stool he was sitting on, both from his own startled jolt and from the weight of the cool slime that flooded down from above. A great stream of it poured over his muzzle and he tasted more sweet icing, though much thinner and smoother. It blanketed his back and tickled as it oozed liberally down his back and over his shoulders. He groped blindly around for the walls of the booth to steady himself.

The host presented Silver once more to the crowd, and they redoubled their applause. He felt a broad smile spread across his face, and waved out at the crowd. In good comic fashion, he licked his lips with an exaggerated swipe of his tongue and gave an approving thumbs-up. The burst of laughter this brought forth followed him into the darkness as the curtain closed on the slime booth and left him alone in the booth once again..

He began to pick huge clumps of cake off his body, still fascinated and enthralled by the sensation of the stuff creeping and sliding over his exposed fur. On a whim, he leaned his face down into a handful of cake and took a big messy bite out of it. He laughed out loud, imagining what it must look like, and enjoying the mental image of himself. He scooped up a double-handful and smashed it in his face with more vigor, lapping up the cake that got into his open mouth. An unstoppable urge to just cheer was welling up in him, and he couldn't stop himself from throwing up his arms and letting out a whoop.

A soft “ahem” called him back to reality. He turned and saw with some embarrassment that the backstage crew had opened the back of the booth to let him out. The attendant was looking at him with an amused grin. “I was going to tell you that you could come out and shower, but if you'd rather stay in there and play awhile, we won't be needing the booth again this show.” The attendant walked away with a wink and shut the door behind him. It wasn't locked; Silver could open it himself anytime he wanted. But he didn't find that out for a good ten minutes more.

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