Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
m/f, slime
Kelly flicked her long red hair behind her, and strolled onto the stage. She exuded confidence wearing a loose white t-shirt, which bore a green splatter mark. A small skirt rounded off the outfit. She looked towards the other three girls, Emma, a short girl with strawberry blond hair, Lisa, a chubby lass with dirty blond hair and Sophie, who sported dark brown hair. They all wore the same outfit as Kelly, although Sophie had chosen a top a size too small for her.
The crowd cheered as the four girls stood together in front of three gunge tanks and a curtain. The DJ for the night, George, geared up the crowd’s cheering. “These are your four ladies who have, uh-um volunteered, for the viewing pleasure tonight. You’ve all been voting over which one to save from the gunge tanks. I can happily reveal we’ve raised over £500 for charity, thank you Students.”
The crowd cheered louder. “Yes, now, I can now reveal the results of the vote. In fourth place, sorry Lisa, it’s you.” Lisa ducked her head to hide her obvious grin as she walked over to sit in the tank with red gunge inside. She tensed as George continued. “In third place, we have the lovely Sophie.” Sophie put her face in her hands, before taking a deep breath, and taking her place in the green gunge tank. Kelly grasped Emma’s hand tightly.
“And now, in second place, and just missing out, [long pause], Emma, though if it helps Emma, it was a very close run thing.” Kelly shouted out for joy, while Emma hugged her tightly. Emma whispered, “You’re so lucky, you know that right.” She then turned, lifted her arms for the crowd, then turned a sat down under some blue slime.
George took a remote control out and handed it to Kelly at the side of the stage. “Now, we’ve got cameras all over the place, so we’ll all be able to relive the moment in glorious high definition, eh Kelly. Now everyone, on the count of three,” the crowd joined in, “One, Two, Three!”
Kelly slammed down on the button, and the three tanks unleashed their loads below. Lisa ducked as a wave of red gunge poured over her, flowing down her sides, and soaking her T-shirt through. As the wave subsided, she flicked her hair backwards, and for a moment, it didn’t seem too bad. That was until the second wave hit. Landing directly on Lisa’s forehead, the second wave made sure her face and hair were completely coated in red. White teeth appeared for a moment before Lisa wiped her face clean.
Sophie just sat back slightly, allowing the gunge to simply flow over her body. She relaxed completely as the first wave finished, wiping her face. She had no idea about a second wave, since she shrieked when it hit her, and squirmed for a while under the flow before she was comfortable. Like Lisa, her T-shirt was stained a new colour, in this case green. Her hair was damp, and shiny, but the small smile suggested that Sophie enjoyed herself.
Emma had not been paying attention to the countdown. Therefore when the blue slime engulfed her small body, she jumped a mile. When the first wave came to an end, Emma just sat there slightly dazed, although it could be said she was in a state of bliss. Blue flecks of slime highlighted the lightly coloured hair. When the second wave came, Emma squealed before settling into laughter, playing around as the blue slime continued to fall around her. The flow slowed to a dribble, and she looked up. The other two girls were completely coated, but before she could see better, her vision was impaired by a third wave slamming onto Emma’s hair, matting it to her head. When this final slime slowed to a trickle, Emma lifted her arms up and cheered, smiling at her completely messy state.
George took the mike again. “Give it up for Lisa, Sophie and Emma.” The three girls waved from inside their tanks as the crowd cheered. “However we have one last surprise. We said Kelly wasn’t going to be gunged in one of the gunge tanks. That’s true, she won’t be. We are all children of the nineties, and will remember get your own back. Yes, you weren’t voting to save Kelly, you were giving her the biggest gunging of the night in the Gunk Dunk.” The curtains were pulled aside to reveal Kelly, who had snuck off during the gungings, sitting on the dunk seat of the fairground style Gunk Dunk. The design had been updated so didn’t look out of place in the club, but it clearly had the three pre-dunk gunge tanks above Kelly’s head.
Kelly was gently swaying her long ginger hair from side to side as her bare feet skimmed the smooth gunge below her. Her gentle smile grew as she surveyed the crowd. She squirmed at the thought of all that gunge on her body. She watched as the three slimy girls got behind a lever ready for the gunging. Lisa stepped up to the first lever, and pulled. The gunge seemed a lot thicker than the gunge tanks, so the green snot mainly stuck to Kelly’s hair. She never noticed Sophie pull the next lever, so the cold custard shocked her, and she squealed to the crowd’s delight. There was only really hair coverage, but when Emma pulled the third lever, the flow of blue slime swung around her head meaning there was decent frontal coverage.
After this, the crowd started getting restless, and chanted, “Dunk, Dunk, Dunk.” George was only too happy to oblige. After a countdown, Kelly jerked as her seat launched her forward towards the red gunge. She felt a stream of what turned out to be purple gunge smashing onto her back moments before her face slammed into the red gunge. She sank completely under, taking her time before she resurfaced, letting the feel of the gunge excite her. Kelly gasped for air before ducking as more purple gunge landed on her messed up head. Instead of standing up, Kelly swam around in the gunge, as George addressed the crowd.
“That was amazing. Everyone, you thought you had let her go, but I’m sure you’d say that that was worth the surprise. That concludes our gunge show; just give a big cheer for our four lovely ladies, Lisa, Sophie, Emma, and not least of all, Kelly. Thank you for your enthusiasm people, we’re just going to get the party started.” The four girls, stayed in their respective gunge tanks, dancing to the music, before being whisked away to the showers. They all congratulated Kelly on being the lucky one to take the classic gunging, as they washed down the gunge off themselves.