Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f-solo, f/f, farm, food, m/f, mud, pie, slime, tv
“Gotta make an honest living partner,” Casey shouted from her horse, tipping her hat to the gentleman.
“That might be true ma’am, but I really think you’d be suitable for this. Please give it your consideration.” The gentleman walked away.
Casey watched him as he left. It was a strange prospect he was proposing. Maybe it was crazy. Maybe it was crazy enough.
She kicked back, riding her horse back to the stable. It was then it caught her eye. Down by the river, where her cattle get their water. Of course, that was before the summer drought. Now they rely on the pipes, but it’s what was left behind that intrigued Casey. The light brown textures, smoothly running down to the tricking stream. Maybe it was a crazy idea, but there’s no harm in trying.
She hitched the horse, then took a look around. There was no-one, not that there ever was. This was private land, well protected from intruders. That gentleman had been talking business, and no one was due later today. Why not?
Flicking her long brown hair back, Casey started stripping. There was no way she was brave enough to ruin her clothes like this. She hooked her chequered shirt on the fence, threw her jeans over it, then, after a moment of hesitation, stuck her bra and panties on top, leaving her cowgirl boots next to the post. Free in the Texas wind, she giggled like a little girl, before running excitedly towards the river bank. Confidence failed Casey at the last moment, and instead of jumping up in the air for a big splat, Casey instead started to slow down as she ran into the cool light brown mud. Of course, Casey had never been a student of physics. The mud acted as a lubricant, and her momentum acted against her, her feet sliding forward even when her body had already slowed. The result was Casey with a muddy derrière
“Ow,” Casey squealed, before she started laughing at herself. She twisted herself onto her knees, rubbing her legs with the smooth mud she was sitting in. She then ran her hands through the mud, and used some on her fingers to draw tribal marks on her face. She giggled as stroked the mud up and down her arms, around her belly, and around her abdomen. She slowly massaged the mud into round breasts, which were firm, but squidgy at the same time. God, she loved those. And how she was loving this mud into them.
Feeling more confident with herself by the minute, Casey decided that her original plan wasn’t all that bad. Kneeling up, still giving herself a squeeze, she let herself fall forward. She closed her eyes as the brown muck rose up to smack against her face. Casey let the mud tickle her skin, before raising her head to gain some air. Now the only really clean part of her was her hair, but that wasn’t to last long as Casey lay on her back and started to use the mud as a shampoo for her hair, feeling the ecstasy at the smoothness of the mud coating her entire body.
After a while, Casey started to feel the chill in the air, suddenly realising that being naked in the open air wasn’t perhaps the best of ideas. Still on a high though, she traipsed back to her house. After running her hands under some water, she went inside, still covered in mud and as naked as the day she was born, and grabbed her phone.
“Mr. Nerve, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
—
The plane had landed, and Casey was being whisked away to the studio. She was quite excited about what Eddie had promised, even if it wasn’t something she had considered before. She wasn’t a model by any stretch of the imagination, so this was an experience for her, even if she knew her heart lay with the cattle in Austin. This was simply her once in a lifetime prospect.
She arrived in the studio, and was quickly taken from place to place. She was dressed in wardrobe in her favourite cowgirl outfit, before modelling something Eddie had lined up for her (She had expected the whole expenses paid trip to the UK would involve some payback). Afterwards, she found herself in a limo with Eddie and his business partner, heading to where she would be staying the night.
“So Casey, quite the impression you made on our Eddie.”
“Peter, you’d have to agree that she’s beautiful. Plus the cattle were perfect for that expansion in the states. And not forgetting, she did let a certain secret slip, and I think it’s only fair that we let Kelly and Emma have some fun with some new blood.”
Casey blushed as she remembered exactly the secret she had revealed, and what it had led to doing for the rest of that day. Still, she would take that honest hard work over the high life any day of the week. A girl could have her dream though.
The limo arrived at what Casey could only describe as a palace. She had never seen a house so big, and she’d seen some pretty big ones in America. “Wow, y’all live in that?”
“Yep. Home sweet home.”
They parked up and the guys led her inside.
“Now Casey, we do have something we’d like to show you before we get you settled in your room. If you’d like to follow us please. Leave the bag, someone will take care of that, don’t worry.”
They took Casey round corridors galore, not sure where she was being taken. When they eventually turned off, she found herself in a small room with a saddled seat in the middle of the room.
“Casey, we’d just like to get some more shots right now, would you mind?”
Casey surveyed Eddie, wondering why they couldn’t do this at the studio, but then maybe they couldn’t get the seat there. Besides, after what had been promised for tomorrow, it was the least she could do. She nodded, before straddling the saddle, holding onto the monkey grip like she would normally do on her ranch.
“Hmm, I know what would complete this look. Here, stick this on your back.” Peter stuck a brown Stetson on her back, held on by some string to go along with red chequered shirt, skin tight jeans and high cowgirl boots. Casey shrugged, and started to play to the camera, which Eddie was clearly making a video rather than just photos.
Click.
A flash from her left disorientated Casey until she felt something slap against her head. She screamed when she saw the green slime splashing in front of her, which was the only colour (sorry, is that color?) she could see for a few seconds. The gunge flowed down Casey’s head, covering her eyes as gravity did its work. The goo kept flowing, and Casey squealed loudly as she felt the slime go down the back of her neck, right in a gap left by the hat. Of course, despite the falling slime, Casey kept up the cowgirl image as if nothing were happening, except of course she kept making high pitched squeals every time the gunge slipped into another crevice or dripped off her nose onto her chest, or how even the smallest movement shifted the flow of slime from above.
Eventually however, the good feeling had to come to an end. While it never hit the same ecstasy highs like the mud once did, the shock of the surprise (admittedly one she should have seen coming) gunging still gave her that little perk. She took the opportunity to break character, wiping the slime backwards behind her head. She then took one look round to see two smiling women along with the guys that had led her here. She presumed these must be Kelly and Emma, although they were both in dressing gowns.
“Howdy ladies.”
——
Morning came, and Casey was still asleep. She had been unable to sleep last night when the other four had left, which she suspected could be the time difference. The darkness outside her window didn’t help, but she soon found herself entertained, marvelling at the massive TV of such great quality of How I Met Your Mother. So when Casey finally got herself up, it was well past noon local time, and after getting dressed in some clothes she’d been provided, even if they were even more cowgirl stereotypes than the night before, Casey wandered around the corridors near her room.
She heard some shouting coming from one room, and headed that way. She opened up the door to see Emma, wearing a Manchester United shirt, shouting at the TV, where the team in red seemed to be winning, not that Casey understood any soccer.
“Casey, you’re finally up.” Kelly caught Casey’s attention. “Good, we can get you ready.” Casey’s eyes shifted to Emma, but Kelly quickly dismissed her. “Don’t worry about her, leave her to her football. It’s only Arsenal, she should be happy in a couple of hours. Come, let’s go for a walk.” The two left just as Manchester United scored another goal, eliciting another scream from Emma.
Kelly took Casey around the house. She showed off some of her favourite activities, letting Casey have a go at some of her toys. After a while, they found themselves in a massive wardrobe.
“You sure like your clothes over here.”
“Oh, this is only because we go through so many of them. What with what we get up to, this is completely necessary.” Casey nodded in understanding. She stared at the wide variety of outfits, even laughing slightly when she saw the cowgirl outfit. It was at that moment that Emma entered the room, smiling widely.
“So tell me Emma, what’s the result of the bet?”
“8 pies for you, 2 for me.”
Kelly’s eyes widened. “8-2? Really? Were Arsenal just that shit then, or were Man Utd on fire?”
Emma smiled even more. “Both.”
“Yes, well. Casey, if you’d just excuse us, we need to get into our outfits. Have a wander around the wardrobe.”
Kelly and Emma walked away, discussing something that clearly went over Casey’s head, not one for those types of sports. She walked around the room, looking at the various looks, costumes and sizes, until Kelly called her over. Both Kelly and Emma were dressed as 1911 women, although they probably got the look off some movie, rather than it being accurate. It went well with her Cowgirl look though.
“Y’all look great, you hear. Now, what you got in store for me?”
“Come this way and find out,” Emma said, leading Casey to a door. Passing through, they found themselves in the gunge room. Lots of gunge tanks, of varying shape, size and colour made Casey squeal. That one little slip to a prospective customer has led her to beyond her wildest dreams. Of course, once she goes to her honest way of life, this will remain her one crazy adventure.
There was one thing that stood out to Casey straight away, and that was the bucking bronco, right in front of her, surrounded by a pool of green slime. Her eyes lit up at the prospect of giving it a whirl.
“Right before we let you loose, me and Emma have some bets to settle.” They headed over to a table, where a load of whipped cream pies were waiting. Kelly picked one up and turned to Emma. “As always, the winner takes theirs first.” She slammed the pie into Emma’s face, who reeled backwards, but was smiling when the tin was taken away. She kept smiling as Kelly threw another pie, which landed on Emma’s chest. Emma looked down at it, then smiled viciously at Kelly, who knew what was next.
“Of course, the loser ends up with more, although I never thought it’d be this many. Still, here goes.”
Emma grabbed her first pie, and in a swift motion, quickly smashed it into the unsuspecting Kelly. She spluttered slightly, but held her nerve as Emma grabbed two pies for Kelly. The inevitable sandwich came, cream covering Kelly’s head. Emma chose her next target, with two pies on Kelly’s knockers. “Would you just hold Kelly’s dress please Casey?” Casey obliged, and Emma proceeded to stick a pie down the panties Kelly was wearing. She left the tin behind as Casey dropped her dress back down to her feet. Emma now looked at where to put the final two pies. “Here Casey, you smash it from that side, and don’t hold back.” Casey took the pie, and went for it, smacking Kelly’s left as Emma smashed the right. The end result as the tins fell away was it hard to recognise Kelly under all the cream.
“Wow, y’all looked to be enjoying yaselfs.”
“Yes, this is our little ritual. Anyway, let’s get you on something,” looking at the bronco. “You know, I bet you couldn’t last a minute on that thing.”
Casey looked at Emma strangely. “A minute, I easily last longer. Ten pies says I do it.”
“Deal,” Kelly said, smiling.
They moved over to allow Casey to climb onto the bull without taking an early dip, then with her comfortable, Kelly and Emma took a position to one side. Casey held on to the monkey grip, and waited as the girls started up the ride.
The motion was gentle at first, leaving Casey to wonder how hard this would get. It then lurched, but Casey just as quickly adjusted her weight. Splash. Something watery splashed over Casey from the left hand side, putting her off her stride. Casey recovered though, moving with the motions, spotting as the bull turned Emma just about to throw her bucket full of blue slime. Aware of the incoming projectile, Casey was able to keep her nerve and balance, although she did take a faceful of slime. This continued for some time, taking splashings of goo from all directions, leaving Casey with sodden clothes and dripping hair. Still, there were ten seconds left to the minute, with Casey still going, when a thick stream of red gunge fell from above Casey. She probably would have been fine, if it hadn’t have splattered over her hands, causing Casey to lose her iron grip just as the bull made its next lurch forward. Casey consequently flew through the hair, screaming all the way, and plunging into the thin green slime. She surfaced, wiping away the slime with a smile, and looking over at Kelly and Emma.
“How’d I do?”
“Quite well, but no cigar,” Kelly answered as she helped get Casey out of the slime.
“That’s certainly different to the rodeo, I can tell you that. Right, stick ‘em on me.”
SPLAT. Kelly and Emma, each holding a pie behind their back, planted them both on Casey’s face. She recoiled, noting the thicker cream contrasted with the thin watery slime, before wiping away the pies. Emma then planted one on her crotch, just as Kelly stuck one on her arse, effectively guaranteeing full impact. Casey ‘oohed’ at the impact, before smiling as the girls grabbed a pie in each hand. Kelly rounded to Casey’s back, and gave her a sandwich, just as Emma planted some on her boobies, causing Casey to giggle, quietly at first, but she was soon laughing loudly. Kelly proceeded to muffle the laughter with another pie (Casey went “mmmph”), and Emma swiftly followed that up with the final pie on the top of the head.
“Right then partner, that’s the pies done, why don’t we try another tank.” The two girls grabbed Casey and started to lead her through the room. They found themselves at a large tank, which the girls dragged Casey inside, shutting the door behind themselves. They stood either side of Casey, who surveyed the vast number of pipes currently pointed at herself in the centre of the small space. She was already soaked through and covered in cream, although she was loving that tingly feeling that she just couldn’t put her finger on.
Each of the pipes all started up in unison, each spewing out assorting colours. All three girls were getting splattered, but as Casey noticed previously, with herself placed on the spot (something Kelly and Emma clearly knew), she was taking the brunt of the falling slime. There was so much more than Casey had ever experienced before, more than she had seen various celebrities get on TV. Casey had always imagined that under the umbrella of gunge, the person stayed safe (until the inevitable collapse, that is), but here she was, with the goo flowing right over her mouth, and she could feel how thick the gunge stream was on her arms. Casey found herself leaning so far forward just to catch her breath that she could feel the back splatter all the way down to her derrière Another thing that struck Casey was just warm the slime was. The mud she’d played in back in Texas was quite cold, especially once the chill in the air kicked in, but this gunge was quite different. In fact, it almost seemed inviting.
The pipes soon gave up their contents, and Casey found herself, absolutely covered in the thick gunge, laughing at the state of her two companions. They were also coated in the wide range of colours as Casey, although the gunge had formed a pool at the bottom of the tank which came up to Casey’s thigh. Both Kelly and Emma were smiling, their period dresses ruined, not that they probably cared (that was possibly the point). Although at that point, Emma frowned slightly.
“Kelly, did you remember to switch the other tank too?”
Kelly bit her lip, kind of like she was saying ‘oops’. Before Casey could turn her head from Emma to Kelly, the pipes gurgled. Instinct taking over, Casey looked up just as brown slime poured down. Reflexively turning away, but not before taking a faceful of slime, Casey took the opportunity to scream. Not a scared scream, no, this was a scream of pure delight. The brown slime that was now adding to the mess didn’t look all that appetising, but that feel of the slap against the face, although heavier than before, still gave Casey that shot of adrenalin. Casey started to feel more confident, and decided that Kelly and Emma deserved payback for the trick with the bronco. She blindly grabbed out, and although she would later swear she had accidentally grabbed a boob, she soon got hold of an arm, which turned out to belong to Kelly. She used this leverage to grab her hair, and then manoeuvred her victim over to a pipe. Casey was rewarded with a squealing girl, followed by laughter from her right (Casey thought ‘you’re next.’). After a few seconds, Casey changed her grip so she could push Kelly down so she was sitting on the floor, in amongst the gunge.
Casey then went for her other target. Going by the laughter, Casey easily got a hold of Emma (Casey would later note that neither girl put up any resistance). Even with the gunge still falling around her, Casey was in the zone, twirling Emma so she had her arms wrapped around her. Ignoring the strange voice in her head, Casey started tickling Emma while the gunge fell (again, Casey barely took notice of the gunge rising up past her waist, even though she was standing). Casey found herself wanting to cover her ears, such was the volume of Emma shrieks, but she kept up her attack, not afraid to look everywhere to find Emma’s spot. Casey didn’t even notice the slime slow to a trickle, but did smile when Emma broke, yelling, “STOP! STOP! ENOUGH, PLEASE!!”
Of course, now Casey had let go of Emma, she could finally see the state she was in. She noticed that the brown slime, much thicker than the other gunge, resembled sludge, and that they were all coated in it, wading around in the pool that had built up. Casey then decided she didn’t care, turning to her hosts. “I haven’t had this much fun since Larry rode that cow naked round town. God bless his soul, he had no idea the thing he was causing…what?” Casey took a note of Kelly on her left, and Emma on her right, advancing on her, almost menacingly. Casey backed away, slowly due to wading through the gunk, which was slowly beginning to lower, until she found nowhere else to go, hitting the glass door. Suddenly, the two ladies grabbed her, and despite her screams, started to rip off her clothes. Casey was in quite a shock that she barely registered what was happening. Off came the shirt, off came the boots, off came the jeans. The girls smiled viscously at each other, before they grasped on to her under garments, and pulled them off in one swift movement.
“You know Casey, I think we should show you our dunk tank. We filled it specially with chocolate today.”
The little kid in Casey, the one that still had a sweet tooth, squealed. She had always dreamed of having a bath of chocolate. Of course, she was still daydreaming when Kelly and Emma lifted up the naked cowgirl and carried her out of the gunge tank they were in, heading over to a dunk tank that had indeed been filled with chocolate. They placed Casey on the dunk chair, then moved away, as the chair automatically started to rise to the top of the ramp. From up here, Casey found the prospect of all that chocolate actually quite daunting. That said, that wet feeling beneath her bum served to remind herself that this was nothing.
“Casey, hope you’ve enjoyed your time in England.” Emma pulled the lever.
Casey tensed as the piston released its load, sending her hurtling towards the slop. Gravity accelerated her so that by the time the chair stopped to launch her, Casey was flying. Diving forward, Casey could feel something warm splatter over her bare back, but had little time to worry over this as she fell down into the chocolate. The chocolate was smooth against her skin, almost like all the other gungings had been, but as Casey surfaced and some of the chocolate entered her mouth, she got confirmation that this really was that sweet dessert. She smiled as she couldn’t resist the temptation to start licking the chocolate.
While Casey found herself, coated in chocolate a long way from her ranch back in Texas, she knew in that moment she would never forget her English adventure.