AN EVENING WITH NYTE AND ISLA
Written by Fyrefennec in 2016

"Oh! There it is!" Quinne exclaimed happily. It took a few seconds for her to remember that she had meant to think that rather than shout it out loud. She glanced around to see a few people giving her curious and slightly surprised glances and shuffled awkwardly. She really needed to remember to keep better control over her inner voice. The fennec girl already stood out enough with her shiny pink suitcase with black skulls stamped all over it.

She gave the crowd a goofy wave and pulled her suitcase towards the apartment block she had just pointed at excitedly. Quinne wasn't large and the large number of people enjoying the evening sun in the small square was quite intimidating. She heard a grunt behind her and had to jump out of the way to avoid getting flattened by a fast moving rhino guy.

The evening breeze was really welcome and as she got her herself and her suitcase back upright she blew a few strands of hair away from her face as her fur tingled. Quinne had dressed for spending hours on an air conditioned flight. It had been smart as long as the flight had lasted, but she had spent the last half hour in a cab where the air conditioning was on the fritz. All she could think about now was how sticky she felt under her short leather overalls and the feeling of the sweat that had collected at the back of her knees under her tall leather boots. For once she couldn't wait to take them off, even if they gave her a welcome boost to her height.

Once she had struggled up to the apartment block she soon found the person she wanted and pressed the buzzer to be let in. She was just wondering whether she'd have to drag her suitcase all the way upstairs when the front door opened and a blue lizardess stuck her head out.

"Hey Quinne!" grinned Isla. She immediately pulled the fox girl into a big hug. Quinne gave out a little squeak but returned the hug enthusiastically . . . even if their dramatic height difference meant that Quinne was pressed up against the voluptuous lizard girl's chest rather than her face.

"'Sup Isla. Thanks for offering me a sofa for the night. You've saved me a crazy amount of hotel fees."

"Aw don't mention it. It would have been stupid for you to get a hotel here when we've been looking for an excuse to catch up anyway. Come upstairs, Nyte's making dinner. And by making dinner I mean ordering pizza. If you hurry you can let him know exactly what you want."

"Hah. I'd eat anything you'd put in front of me. But I'll go up all the same."

Isla grabbed her bags and huffed. "Wow. What the hell do you bring with you on vacation? And how are you able to move this thing?" She poked the pink furred fennec girl's arm as though testing whether she was made of steel.

"I'm hiding a lot of muscle," Quinne grinned as she gave her best superhero pose. She helped Isla drag the heavy case up to her apartment where Nyte was waiting for them. She grinned when she saw him. She had caught up with Isla over video chat a few days ago when Isla had offered her a sofa for the night, but the last time she had seen the gray black feline he had been covered from head to toe in gunge. Well, both of them had.

The memory threw her a little bit and after a few seconds she realized she hadn't said anything. Nyte also hadn't reacted beyond a slightly nervous smile. Quinne figured she should say hi to him somehow but wasn't sure whether to hug him as Isla had done to her or just wave. In the end they did half of both which didn't really help the awkwardness. 

"Hey Nyte. How have you been?"

"Oh great, I guess," he said.

"You look fantastic. Both of you I mean. Being together definitely suits you," Quinne looked between the pair of them. Nyte and Isla glanced at each other and grinned.

"Phew!" Quinne thought to herself. As long as Isla was in the room she could keep the conversation going.

"I'm just getting a drink Quinne, want one?" said Isla as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Aw rats. "Um, yeah, a beer would be great," yelled after her.

Nyte and Quinne looked at each other again and the awkwardness returned. Quinne had forgotten that he was a little bit shy and now that they weren't running around a TV studio she wasn't sure what to talk to him about. Most of the time Quinne tried to break the ice by flirting but she was pretty sure Nyte would take that the wrong way if she tried it here.

Nyte gave her a goofy smile. Clearly he was having the same problem and Quinne desperately tried to think of a topic of conversation that would avoid any more uncomfortable silence. She thought about mentioning Industrial Zone. After all that was where they had met and was their only shared experience. Of course that just risked even more embarrassment for Quinne so she wanted to avoid it if she could.

She was just about to make an offhand comment about Industrial Zone when Nyte finally found his voice and got there first.

"You've been getting successful," he said at last.

"Huh?" Quinne responded a little confused.

"Your channel? Aren't you up to 10,000 subscribers or something like that?"

"Oh yeah! Yeah . . . that was a bit of a milestone. I can't think why though. All I do is goof around and sing badly. I'm surprised anyone wants to watch that. And hey, I hear from Isla that you're getting a rep as a decent DJ. We should get into a recording studio and see what happens."

Nyte noticeably swallowed as Quinne flopped on the couch.

"Phew! I'm beat," she said. Planting one foot on her other thigh she leaned forward and grasped the zip of her boots, ready to pull them off before she felt a prickling on the back of her neck. Glancing up quickly she caught Nyte still looking at her.

"Do you like them?" she said. She kicked up her leg so that the light bounced off them and flexed her ankle to show them off to the feline.

"Uh, sure. They're cool," said Nyte, sounding like he'd much rather be somewhere else at that moment.

Aware that Nyte was still looking at her while trying to pretend that he was interested in something else, Quinne pulled the zip the entire length of her boot and slipped her foot out of them.

"I needed to take 'em off. My feet need some air," she said as she dropped them with a thud on the floor. She quickly pulled at her pink and yellow banana print socks, now damp with sweat.

"And, uh, forget you saw those," she said as she peeled them off and hid them in her boots.

"Here you go. Whoa, did you shrink a few inches while I was in the kitchen?"

Quinne stuck her tongue out at the lizard girl and grabbed a beer off her. A few seconds later the door buzzed for the pizza delivery guy. 

"I'll get it!" Nyte disappeared like a flash. From the corner of her eye Quinne could see Isla staring at Nyte longingly as he left the room.

"Still in that phase, huh?" she said.

"Phase?" said Isla.

"When you can't take your eyes off each other."

"Oh yeah," Isla grinned. "Even more so when we can only see each other occasionally."

"Yeah. Sorry again for ruining your alone time," Quinne said with a grimace as her ears flopped down. "One day I'll learn some actual life skills and plan my life better."

"At this point I wouldn't bother. Stick to what you're good at," said Isla.

"That's what I keep saying to Delta! I'm never going to be a lawyer or a surgeon . . . or even a mechanical engineer," she smiled at Isla. "She said that was fine, but couldn't I at least learn how to organize my life? Though I think she's just worried that she's going to end up as my official manager. She already says she's my unofficial one."

"Sounds like you gunged her unfairly if you really do rely on her that much," Isla said jokingly.

"Yeah, haha . . ." Quinne trailed off and laughed nervously as she ran her hand through her hair. Thankfully Nyte interrupted them by returning with boxes of pizza and Quinne had to keep herself from just grabbing one of them and stuffing it into her face.

Nyte put on a random movie to act as background noise while they ate pizza. Quinne munched on a slice as she slid onto Isla's couch in a way that left Nyte slightly squished between Quinne on one side and Isla on the other. Thankfully things weren't as awkward as earlier. Pizza was already a great bonding experience but once Quinne launched into a conversation about music she found it easy to keep a conversation with Nyte, with Isla chipping in from what she'd picked up from Nyte. 

"Well that was fun," said Isla as the film ended.

"Yeah. I'm already planning my next cosplay. Superheroes rock!" Quinne grinned and punched her fist in the air.

"You want to watch anything else?" Nyte asked as he grabbed the remote.

 "Eh let's just find some trash to watch. We were only half watching the TV anyway," said Quinne.

Nyte flicked through a few channels and then switched over to the stuff they had recorded. Immediately the screen was filled with saved episodes of Industrial Zone and Quinne's eyes widened.

"Hah. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Industrial Zone is on your favorites list," she said as she gently poked Nyte in the side.

"Come on! Put an episode on and we can watch as they totally fail to win. After all they're not us," said Isla.

Nyte picked up an episode that him and Isla had obviously been half way through watching earlier. It was from one of the first two seasons when the show was set in a space station. 

A slightly nervous looking mouse was being ushered into a small metal seat that was placed beneath what looked like a very large tripod supporting a large black sphere that was decorated with lots of flashing lights.

"Ooh it's the Pod! This has to be one of the most iconic games on the show."

"Nyte certainly remembers it," said Isla as she wrapped her arm around Nyte and pulled him in closer to her as they listened to Alex explain the rules even though they already knew them so well.

"I'm not going to lie to you Matt. There's a very high chance that you're going to be gunged in this game. But we're going to give you and the team a chance to stop it from happening. On the keyboard in front of you you'll see that most of the symbols there have a pair but there are five . . . and only five . . . that are unique. To stop the machine you'll need to find those five symbols in one minute. You'll lose time if you press the wrong symbols though so be sure before you press them!"

Alex turned to the rest of the team who had crowded excitedly around the Pod, eager to see one of their teammates get slimed. "You guys can help him of course. Or at least you can try. In my experience listening to them isn't always the best idea."

Quinne glanced to her left to see both Nyte and Isla staring at her. "Whaat?" she said as innocently as she could even though she felt her fur tingle with embarrassment.

Quinne couldn't help lean closer to the screen as the game started and everyone started yelling suggestions for the mouse edging closer to his messy fate. "That one! That one!" she shouted as she saw one that looked completely unique.

"That one's got a pair Quinne," Isla burst into giggles as Nyte had his head in his hands.

"Oh," Quinne slumped back and grinned weakly at Nyte.

"It's harder than it looks. Anyway, Isla got one wrong too when we played. It wasn't totally my fault that you got . . . you know."

"Oh it totally was," Isla protested even while she was still trying not to laugh. "Although if we're ever faced with the Pod again maybe we should go in together and Nyte can show us how it's done.

Nyte choked on his drink a little. Quinne guessed he had just seen the same mental image as her. The thought of being crammed into that small metal seat with Isla beneath the Pod while the countdown neared zero made her go a deeper shade of pink than usual. The fennec girl was still trying to think of a sassy comeback when the siren suddenly sounded and she gave an involuntary jump.

On screen the mouse flicked his head up briefly before looking straight forward and squeezing his eyes shut just in time for a large column of green slime slithered down over him. It was almost as wide as his head and completely engulfed him for several seconds before the faint outline of his face became visible.

Quinne could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the flow of slime slowed to the point that it was running over every inch of the mouse's fur, coating all the bits that had been missed by the splatter caused by the slime first hitting his head. Soon all traces of white on his top half were hidden beneath the coating of slick green gunk. It almost looked like plastic from the way the light was shining off it. It felt very different when you were covered in it though as Quinne knew well.

"That was awesome," said Isla as the three of them watched the aftermath. As the slightly shellshocked mouse was helped out of the Pod there was a playful argument brewing between two of the other team members as to whose fault it was that the mouse got gunged. One of them, a shy looking yellow dragon girl admitted defeat as a sassy red squirrel convinced the team's leader, a pine marten already messy from earlier games, that she wasn't to blame.

"Aw, it was totally not her fault," said Isla as the dragon girl was nominated for the next game. She turned to Nyte, "I bet you don't mind though. I'm guess of that team you like the dragon girl the most?" she said. Nyte nodded, enraptured but slightly numb as the dragon girl put her head in her hands when she saw the vat filled with baked beans that she was going to be sitting under.

Quinne watched as the dragon girl was placed into the Bean Machine and Alex hunted around for another player. The squirrel immediately started pushing the team's leader towards the other seat. The pine marten started to protest that he'd already been gunged that round but eventually gave up and accepted his seat as well.

"Hah! I like her," Quinne pointed to the squirrel as she stood with her hands on her hips looking at the other two. "She's definitely my type."

"You surprise me," Isla rolled her eyes. Nyte shifted a little uncomfortably next to her and Quinne suddenly wondered if she had said something wrong.

"I'm sorry. That doesn't bother you does it?" she asked tentatively.

Nyte swallowed suddenly and waved his paws frantically.

"No no! Of course not. It's just that I'm not used to someone being that open about, you know . . ." he trailed off as Isla wrapped her arms around him.

"He's a bit shy if you didn't notice," Isla ruffled his hair and gave him an affectionate hug. Quinne looked a little apologetic.

"Sorry. It's my fault. We're quite open about that kinda stuff in my circle of friends and I forget sometimes that it's not an everyday topic of conversation for most people."

"It's okay," Nyte said. "I've seen some of your videos where you talk about sex positivity and being pania . . pol . . . polia . . .a bunch of things that I'm not sure I understood."

"Pansexual and polyamorous?" Quinne's ears curled into her hair. She was quite open in the videos on her channel although the fact that she was speaking to a camera often made her forget that thousands of people actually watched them. "I'm sure they mean different things to different people. But the first for me just means that I can be attracted to and can fall in love with any sex or gender identity," she said, putting a lot of emphasis on the word 祖an' both times. "So don't worry, I like guys too," she gave Nyte a cheeky wink.

Nyte looked like he was going to faceplant into his pizza. "And, um, the second?" he said as he composed himself.

"Polyamory for me means I'm open to multiple relationships." Isla raised her eyebrows at this and Quinne winced. "Yeah. I know it sounds like a lot of new age nonsense that's just used as an excuse to be promiscuous and sleep around a lot. But it's really not, in fact for me it's the complete opposite. I've never hooked up with a complete stranger at a club or on a dating app, or hidden who I've slept with. I've always been faithful to the rules and boundaries I've agreed with my partners and I'm just as picky as anyone else when it comes to who I like. They've got to be fun, open minded, trusting and loving. Oh, and hot of course."

"Guess that counts us out, right Nyte?" Isla nudged the slightly shell shocked feline next to her.

"Are you kidding? You two are some of the most intimidatingly hot people I've met."

Nyte and Isla both looked a little taken aback by the compliment. Thankfully they were all interrupted again by the sound of a klaxon on the screen. They all stared as the dragon girl was suddenly swamped with a torrent of baked beans in sauce that easily slithered down her reptilian skin, running down her face and pooling in her lap as the tomato sauce stained her t-shirt and shorts red.

Nyte was completely entranced and Quinne wondered if he would even notice if she waved a paw in front of his arms. She didn't spoil his view though even if they had seen it before. On screen, the dragon girl had overcome her earlier shyness and was 

"It's not our usual gunge, Kezia so I have to ask . . . how does it feel?" said Alex as he did his best to avoid the beans that the dragon girl was shaking away.

"Their slippery and they smell terrible! Who comes up with these ideas?" the dragon girl laughed as she reached into her t-shirt and pulled out a handful of beans from where they had pooled. She grimaced as each movement squashed another clump of the lumpy beans against her body.

"So gross," said Quinne. She wrinkled her muzzle as she looked at the bean covered dragon shaking her head. "It must be even worse when you don't have hair."

"Tell me about it," said Isla as Nyte distractedly ran a paw over her smooth head. "No fur to absorb any of the gunge means it all just runs over you. Although they use so much on games these days that having fur doesn't really help at all."

Quinne nodded in agreement and grimaced as the dragon stood up and beans slithered out of her shorts and down her legs before burying her feet. "At least we all just got covered in gunge."

"Urgh, yeah. The fact that they had the Bean Machine in the earlier seasons was bad enough but it must have felt even worse running around afterwards with what they used to wear," said Isla.

"In articles these days they always go on about how everyone wore swimsuits on the show. They were much more modestly dressed in the first season," said Nyte as he found his voice again. 

"Yeah. Everyone remembers IZ as everyone wearing skimpy swimwear and not being able to move without getting totally drenched but it was only really the last season where things got really . . . messy," said Quinne.

"I was really surprised when you wore a t-shirt and shorts. You really didn't need to hide yourself away with a body like that," said Isla.

"I guess it felt more natural. Everyone wore that kinda thing in the shows I watched as a kid. It was probably more pleasant to wear a bikini though."

"Yeah. I think your t-shirt was utterly saturated after you took a dip in a couple of gunge baths."

"You don't have to remind me," said Quinne as she shifted uncomfortably. She caught Nyte and Isla looking at each other.

"Hey Quinne. Can I ask you a question?" said Nyte.

"Sure," said Quinne. Part of her hoped that this was going to be something completely unrelated but another side of her wanted them to continue this conversation. It wasn't every day she got to talk about gunge after all. She just wished that it wasn't quite so obvious when her ears were pricking up with interest.

"It's just that you always seem super confident all the time . . ."

"And you want to know what my secret is?" Quinne grinned, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment.

"Ehh . . . not exactly. I was going to say that the only time I've seen you nervous is when you were sitting in a gunge tank." Nyte looked uncomfortable as he asked the question but looked outwardly relieved as he figured it sounded less weird a question than it had in his head.

Oh. Quinne looked to one side and ran her paw through her hair as she thought about how to answer that question.

"Hah. Yeah it's amazing how staring up into the hole of a gunge tank can give anyone the jitters," she said, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible. Nyte gave Isla a slightly pleading look and the lizardess took over from him.

"What he means is that we figured that someone with your confidence would either hate the idea of getting gunged and try to avoid it or would be so up for it that you'd volunteer for every game. But although you didn't shy away from being gunged you always seemed to be a bit nervous when it was about to happen to you."

Although Isla was speaking as casually as possible there was something about her tone that gave Quinne butterflies in her stomach.

Quinne swallowed. "Well . . . it's supposed to be a punishment isn't it? It's not something that's supposed to be enjoyed."

"So why did you go on? If . . . you know, you don't mind me asking," Nyte said.

"Well, I . . . I . . . uh . . . kinda walked into that one." Quinne brushed her hair away from the front of her face and bit her lip nervously before sighing. She might as well tell them the whole story.

"I guess, well I'd always grown up with those kind of shows on TV."

"Those kind?" Isla was watching her curiously. Quinne wondered what she was thinking.

"Oh you know. Crazy game shows where you nobody cared if you won or not. The whole point was to have fun and get covered in . . . gunge." It felt weird saying it out loud and she was suddenly very conscious that she had paused nervously every time she had been about to refer to gunge or getting messy. From their questions and inquisitive expressions Isla and Nyte had clearly both noticed this.

She took a deep breath.

"Anyway, on the shows I watched getting gunged was often a forfeit for losing a game. Or a punishment for someone who really deserved it. It wasn't really something you wanted to happen to you. So it always seemed weird to me that people actually wanted to go on these shows and put themselves in that situation. I used to wonder if it was just because they wanted to get on TV but they always seemed to enjoy themselves even if they ended up getting completely gunged."

"Any that stood out as particularly memorable for you?" said Nyte.

"Mm, I remember a few celebrities getting gunged on talk shows. But there was one non celebrity moment that really stuck in my head. It was on Friday Night Party. There was this fox who had written in asking for her older sister to be gunged because she kept stealing her clothes. They had one of those votes to see whether she deserved to be gunged and forced her to sit in that tank for the whole show while she waited to see if it was going to happen to her. I was with my older sister at the time and I jokingly said to her that it would serve her right if I did the same thing to her. Instead she came up with a whole load of reasons why I deserved to be in there instead."

"I can't imagine why she would think of you that way," said Isla sarcastically.

"Anyway the end of the show came and everyone was surprised when she was voted not to be gunged. I was so disappointed at the time because the gunge scenes were always my favorite bits in those shows. Then they said that they couldn't finish the show without a gunging and put the younger sister in the tank instead. She sat there shaking her head like she couldn't believe it was going to happen to her. And then her older sister got to pull the lever to get her splurged and my sister turned to me and said 全ee. That's what happens to uppity little sisters like you. They get what's coming to them.' Anyway afterwards I couldn't get that image out of my head. I searched for the clip again online and found this site that had a bunch of other clips of people getting covered in slime."

"The Gunge Factory?" Nyte interrupted. His attention was now completely on her. Even the sounds of squealing as the team on the episode they were watching got slimed again couldn't distract him.

"Yeah. That was it," said Quinne, wondering if she should ask him how he knew about it. "I spent a whole evening just watching the clips that were on there and picking out my favorites. There wasn't really anything that they shared, except for the fact that they all . . . deserved to get gunged in some way. I wasn't so much into the clips where someone was just pranked or thrown in without a reason."

"You liked the idea of them being humiliated?" said Isla. Quinne flinched at the question but Isla seemed to be more curious than bothered.

"In a nice way! That's the thing about being gunged. It doesn't hurt or cause any long term damage to your reputation. It's just a fun way of temporarily embarrassing someone. I mean it's always going to be fun seeing someone covered in slime. But when it's well deserved there's an extra spark of excitement."

"That's not too weird," said Isla. "I guess we're still wondering why you wanted to go on IZ. Did you like the idea of that happening to you?"

Quinne sighed. This was going to be the most uncomfortable bit of the story.

"I really wanted the experience of being on one of those shows. The idea of getting gunged myself was kinda embarrassing but there was a part of me that . . . I dunno if 層ant' is the right word. It's more like I 創eeded' to get what was coming to me or it would have felt wrong somehow. I mean everyone's got to get their comeuppance right?"

Quinne looked over at the TV where the squirrel girl was looking apprehensively up at her other teammates as she wriggled beneath the straps of The Ride. Her earlier sassiness had disappeared with the rest of her clothes and she was now looking at the others with a pleading expression on her face.

"I'm sorry for sliming you all earlier, but do you really have to do this?" she asked with a slight tremor in her voice . . . even though she had already started giggling involuntarily.

"Nah, they don't," said Alex as the squirrel blinked in surprise. "I'm going to do it for them," he added as he pulled the lever. The squirrel girl squealed in surprise and strained against her restraints as the chair moved along the rail.

The three of them had gone so quiet that aside from the TV the only sound that Quinne could hear was the crinkle of her leather overalls as she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. The trio watched as the squirrel got her just desserts as two waves of brightly colored gunge splurged down on either side of her head. Despite her fur, the creamy goo was just the right consistency to ooze over every part of her body including under the restraints as she wriggled some more at the sensation. After the second wave of slime she started laughing, each wave punctuated with a giggle or an "oh no!" squeaking from her. She got her final overhead sliming while she was being sprayed from muzzle to paw in the creamy foam they used to accompany the slime in the tanks. It left her a shaking mess of dark blue, purple and white as she was dragged out in front of her cheering teammates.

Quinne let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. She looked over at Nyte who looked visibly flushed under his fur. Even Isla mouthed a silent "wow" at the scene.

"So what about your experience? What was your favorite gunging?"

"For me? I dunno . . . they were all memorable in their own way. I loved the Mixer, you never forget your first time though do you? And being stuck in that bath . . . Oh! And the cog that went around . . . and playing football with gunge filled, um, wellies. There are just too many."

With a grin, Nyte moved on from the soaked and quivering squirrel girl and flicked through their saved episodes until he got to the series finale at the very bottom and pressed play. He fast forwarded through the intros and went straight to the first game.

"Oh no! I'll get embarrassed if you put it on!" Quinne buried her face in Nyte's shoulder. The feline stiffened slightly but let her rest her head against him as the three of them watched as they played through the first game, each of them nervously getting into the mixer. Quinne watched as her younger self got into the tank and how her expectation of escape turned into shock realization that she was about to be gunged for the first time when Nyte got his sequence wrong. Quinne looked up and gave Nyte an obviously fake angry glare.

"You got me back later," he shrugged.

"Aye. I loved seeing you guys in that tank. The one that gunged you from behind. I know I got it just as bad in the game after but there's something a bit special about being stuck in a gunge tank with someone else. Having them squirm up against you as two of you get covered in slime together. I kinda wish that had happened to me on the show more . . . seems like a special experience."

Nyte and Isla shared another meaningful glance.

"You could say that," said Isla slowly. "Any other regrets?"

Quinne thought for a moment. "The sludge cube would have been awesome. That was always one of the tanks that made me the most uncomfortable. I always wondered whether they used different slime for that. It just looked filthy."

"Eww. Tell me about it. Even people who love gunge were grossed out by the sludge cube. Right Nyte?"

Quinne's ears pricked up and she sat up and cocked her head at Nyte. "You . . . love gunge?" she said. Nyte's eyes widened and Isla clapped her hands over her mouth as she realized she had said too much.

"Um. Sorta. Yeah . . ." The feline went quiet. Isla was staring at the ceiling.

"Hey. I just told you my story. You can't chicken out now," Quinne punched him in the arm in an encouraging and affectionate manner.

"I . . . uh, guess I always liked watching people getting messy. Well, girls specifically," he added.

"Really?" Quinne couldn't dampen her smile. "I mean I can see the appeal. Like I said there's already something amazing about covering someone in slime, and watching all those guys and girls in skimpy swimwear getting covered in thick gloopy liquid . . . yeah, I can definitely see the appeal."

Quinne turned to the lizardess. "How about you? Gunge-lover too? You seemed like you were really enjoying yourself on the show."

Isla laughed. "Maybe not quite in the same way as Nyte, but sure, I had a blast. I'd definitely do it all over again."

"How about you? Would you go through that again?" Nyte asked. Quinne was happy to see that his earlier nervousness had completely disappeared and wondered if it was the first time that anyone had bonded over a conversation about gunge.

"Like a shot!" she said. "And there are so many TV shows that do it now. "Friday Night Party, Dragons Den . . . Cleanup Crew would be great! I'd love to do that, although I'm not sure who I'd nominate to go in the gunge."

"Knowing you you're more likely to be the one nominated to get dunked," said Isla.

Quinne shot her a dirty look. "Maybe I'd nominate you two to go in. I'm never going to get tired of pulling a lever to slime you two.

Nyte whimpered, presumably at the thought of being squished in a gunge tank with Isla while gunge splurged down on the two of them. Isla just grinned and leaned over Nyte until she was inches away from Quinne's muzzle.

"Sure. But that would mean it was your turn again. Hell if you're really naughty I'm sure they could rustle up a dunk tank just for you.

Quinne imagined the lizard girl standing over her, pushing her down into a vat of slime with one powerful foot. It was her turn to whimper slightly.

Nyte scrabbled around in a drawer and brought out a glossy leaflet. "Have you heard of this place," he said as he thrust it into her hands.

"A water park?" Quinne said. Even as she looked down at the leaflet she could feel the lizardess's eyes on her.

"Some of the people who worked on Industrial Zone made a few messy games and rides for it. Take a look!"

Quinne flicked through. Much of the leaflet was full of normal regular water filled stuff but towards the back there were several pages with a bright green background and, in large gloopy letters, the title Slime World. She yipped with delight and she saw some familiar games and people having fun getting messy. The biggest photo showed a fox boy sandwiched between a two girls, a skunk and a squirrel, as the three of them were getting plastered by a machine spouting slime from many different tubes around them.

"How did I not know about this place! We have to go!"

"There have some games too that you can do as a group. They're pretty flexible about numbers so you could bring along Delta too."

"Ehh . . . Delta isn't into the whole getting messy thing so much. I'm still amazed they got her to go on Industrial Zone. But I'm sure she'd be happy for me to go along. She'd probably think it was a good way to get the idea of getting gunged again out of my system for a while. I'm . . . uh, not sure she knows me that well." Quinne grinned. "Wow . . . look how messy you get on that middle seat!"

"You might have to fight with Nyte over who gets to be sandwiched in the middle." Isla wriggled up against Nyte, squashing him even more between the two of them.

"Aww. You already had your turn going in the middle on IZ," Quinne stuck her tongue out at Nyte, giving him a good view of her pierced tongue. "I still think that you two and Becky together got one of the best slimings on the show".

"Okay . . . I have to ask now, what's your favorite gunging of all time?" Nyte asked as he took the leaflet back off her.

"Oh, Sally Acorn," said Quinne without really thinking. She stopped as she realized what she had just opened herself up to.

"That was fast. You've thought of that before?"

"Yeah. Just a little bit," said Quinne as her brain thought frantically. Please don't look it up please don't look it up please don't look it up . . . 

"Here we go! Found it!" Nyte already had his phone in his hand.

Quinne half watched the clip of Rossi ushering Sally into the tank.

"Are the boots staying on?" he asked as the squirrel nodded. Quinne bit her lip. That bit had always excited her. Although she tried to look somewhere else as Sally was gunged she couldn't help but watch the part where foam crawled up her boots and the squirrel moved them slightly to try to save them before giving up and dropping them back in the mess.

"Did the boots help?" Rossi asked.

"I think they're filling up . . ." Sally replied. Quinne squeezed her eyes shut and tried to banish the image from her mind.

"Yeah, that was pretty good," said Nyte. 

"Shame she probably ruined her boots though," said Isla.

"Yeaaah . . ." Quinne couldn't help but trail off her voice in a really awkward way. Isla's eyes widened.

"Oh is THAT why you like it so much? Guess Alex was right. You really do like boots," she said. She and Nyte both giggled as Quinne blushed so much it showed through her pink fur.

"I . . . uh . . ."

"Quinne, we've just been talking about slime as a kink. We're not going to judge you for any other kinks you might have."

"It's ok for you two. Black and blue are awesome colors. It's very hard to look cool and mature when you're bright pink and have super large ears. Adding some black shininess helps a lot. It's another way I'm completely opposite from Delta. She just has her battered old doc martens and I have an entire closet just for shoes."

"But you also like it when someone else is wearing them?"

"Yeah . . . you could say that. I mean, I like a lot of shiny clothing. You know, leather, latex, rubber . . . that kinda thing. But boots are particularly special."

"Damn girl. You're one kinky fennec!" Isla reached across to pat the fennec on the head. "If I'd known I'd have worn those slime filled boots myself. Or gotten Nyte to wear them," she nudged the flustered feline next to her. "Though I don't think you're alone with that kink either. Do you remember that photoshoot that Sally Acorn did? I remember she wasn't wearing anything except for her boots. Guess they knew what kind of effect it had on some guys and girls."

"Hah, yeah, I've kinda got that as a poster in my room." Quinne squeezed her legs together. Her short leather overalls were starting to chafe against the fur on her legs and she shuffled to her feet. "I'm just going to get changed into my nightclothes. Back in a sec."

She grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. She quickly shuffled out of her leather overalls and t-shirt. A bit of her wanted to shower to get the day's stickiness off her fur but she didn't want to leave Nyte and Isla alone for too long and the way she was feeling now she'd probably end up spending quite some time in the shower.

Instead she just slipped on her banana yellow t-shirt and matching short shorts and shuffled back to the other two. She half hoped they'd found something else to watch.

"Aww. So adorable!" Isla said as she passed back into the room. Quinne glanced across to the screen to see the three of them and Becky were currently being slimed yet again, this time all together in one of the final games of the show.

"You wanna go to bed yet? Nyte and I can clear out if you're tired."

Quinne shook her head as casually as she could. "Nah I'm good. We can get to the end at least."

Nyte and Isla had snuggled up closer together and the feline had rested his head on Isla's chest as the lizardess yawned. Quinne tried not to think of the two of them disappearing into Isla's bedroom for the night. She only hoped that when they did she had thick enough walls between them. It was already going to be hard enough for her to get to sleep with her thoughts full of the evening's conversation.

Quinne was glued to the screen while the finale played out.

She had watched it a few times before but it had been a while and there were still bits that completely hooked her. She hadn't been lying when she said that filming the whole show had been memorable for her. Watching the episode brought back vivid memories of her in the mixer getting her first gunging, so many times when gunge just came slithering down past her cheeks and muzzle, and the cute and gross squelchy sounds of her padding around in gunge filled wellies. While she was staring at the screen another one of her memories played out as she was dunked into the vat of slime that of the finale.

There really wasn't any way for her to get messier after that. The rest of the game had been her getting covered and covered again in new shades of slime. Still, Quinne kept her nose pressed up against the screen until the show faded out and the announcer said that had been the last in the series.

"Urgh . . . it took me so long to get clean afterwards. I was cleaning slime out of my ears for days. How about you?" Quinne turned to Nyte and Isla and stopped when she saw that they had fallen asleep. Quinne grinned at the two of them snuggled together and wondered whether she should give them a poke to wake them.

On the other hand . . . 

The evening had put her on edge. She hadn't expected to have a long discussion about her various kinks and she could do with relieving the tension a bit. She couldn't do anything with the two sleeping furs next to her though. That would be a bit too familiar.

She turned the TV down rather than switch it off in case the sudden change woke Nyte and Isla and crept out of the room. Once she reached the bathroom she closed the door as quietly as she could and sat on the edge of the bathtub. She slid her hand inside her shorts and breathed out deeply as she replayed the evening in her mind. The discussion blended with fantasy images that appeared in her thoughts. Quinne squeezing into a tank between Nyte and Isla. Nyte and Isla in a vat of slime covered in slippery goop as the dragged her in. Isla dressed from head to toe in shiny black rubber and wicked boots up to her thighs as she stood over the fennec, lifting her heel and planting it down firmly in her . . .

There was a click and Quinne's eyes flicked open. She froze as the bathroom door opened and a sleepy looking Nyte wandered in. He blinked in the light and then saw Quinne. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he looked at her. And her hand buried deep in her obviously very damp shorts. He swallowed nervously.

"Um . . . hi," he said.

"Hi there," said Quinne. She felt herself turning bright red. "Do you wanna use the bathroom?" she added.

"Um . . . sure. Do you . . . want me to give you a few minutes first?"

"Oh no! Thanks. I'll be fine," Quinne got up. 

Before the shocked feline could say another word she left the bathroom as fast as she could without running. As she pulled the door shut she gently slammed her head sideways against the wall.

"Damnit!" she whispered to herself.

Her shorts now felt damp and horrible but at least she was still wearing them. She would have died of embarrassment if Nyte had walked in on her completely naked. Still, that was a moment she'd rather not repeat.

"Can this evening get any more embarrassing?" the fennec muttered.

"Nyte? Did you find Qui . . . oh hi!" Isla emerged from the bedroom in front of Quinne. Quinne noticed that she was topless at about the same time that the lizardess noticed the still very visible damp patch on her shorts. She grinned.

"Nyte interrupted you huh?" she guessed.

"Just a little," said Quinne. She was suddenly aware that she was staring at Isla and frantically tried to look in any other direction. 

"I wish I could have seen his face," said Isla. She had moved close enough to Quinne for the fennec to feel the lizardess's breath on her fur. She looked back in front of her and saw Isla's big green eyes staring straight into her own bubblegum pink ones.

"So . . . you wanted some alone time?" There was something predatory about Isla's smile. "What was it? Talking about gunge? Boots? Watching it on TV? The two of us . . .?" she left the last suggestion hanging as Quinne swallowed nervously.

"All of them I guess," she bit down on her lip.

"Anything we can help with?"

Quinne blinked. "Are you offering to . . . to . . ." she trailed off.

"So it's not just gunge tanks that give you nerves huh?" The lizardess took her hand and led her into the bedroom. "Let's give Nyte his second surprise of the night when he comes back," she whispered into Quinne's large ears.

Quinne's sense of goofy excitement took over when she saw the giant bed and she "oofed" as she jumped belly first onto it. She looked over her shoulder at Isla as the blue lizard girl used a more sultry method of sliding onto the bed.

"So . . . have you ever done this before?" Quinne carefully brushed her hair away from her muzzle and pulled the lizardess close.

"You mean with a girl?" said Isla. She shook her head. "I've wondered about it though."

"Then I'll try to make it memorable," said Quinne. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around Isla as she pushed her tongue into the other girl's mouth. Isla made a muffled noise in surprise at the fennec's sudden forwardness but soon responded in kind, sliding her own arms around Quinne's waist as she entwined their tongues together.

They heard a gasp from the door and they flicked their eyes sideways at the same time to see Nyte standing there.

"Hey Nyte . . . look who I found!" Isla slid her arms around Quinne and hugged her from behind. Quinne wriggled in the lizard girl's powerful grip as Nyte in front of them. He was completely speechless but Quinne could already see his involuntary reaction to walking in on the two of them making out.

"What should we do with her?" Quinne yipped in surprise as Isla slid on hand into her top and started massaging her. With her other hand, Isla parted Quinne's legs so that the newly damp patch on her shorts was visible to Nyte. She blushed at the combination of arousal and embarrassment from him seeing her like this.

"I . . . uh . . ." Nyte shook his head still trying to form words.

"He . . . looks a little overwhelmed," Quinne said.

"Just be thankful we're not in a gunge tank together. He'd probably faint before he could pull the lever," Isla grinned.

"Aw. Now that's a shame. It would serve us right for all the times we put him in there during Industrial Zone." 

Nyte pinched his nosepad. "Wha . . ."

"Quinne was as turned on as you were by that conversation. Seemed a shame to leave the horny fennec by herself for the evening. I just had the couch recovered," said Isla as Quinne cringed.

"What do you say Nyte. Wanna have some two on one fun with this horny fennec?" The lizardess rested her hand at the waistband of Quinne's shorts. Quinne bit her lower lip as she watched the feline struggle to work out how to react. 

"Can I . . . just watch for a while?" said Nyte nervously.

"Oooh. Someone wants a show," said Isla. "What do you think Quinne. Shall we give him one?"

Quinne smiled as she suddenly felt Isla's breath tickle the fur in her ear. She felt Isla's cool tongue slide into her large soft ear and she breathed in sharply as Isla slid her hand into Quinne's shorts and used two fingers to gently rub her clit. 

The gooey feeling she felt below suddenly became a fire of arousal as she leaned back into Isla. The lizardess explored her as someone very familiar with her own body. She explored Quinne as someone very familiar with her own body and curious about the ways Quinne felt and reacted differently to her.

"Like that?" said Isla.

"I . . . oh hell yeah," Quinne wriggled some more. Isla responded by sliding her middle finger inside the fennec. Nyte rested his hand against his shorts as Quinne made lots of cute noises from her arousal. Isla brought out her hand and sucked her fingers until they were wet enough to slide down her clit and all the way into her vagina before bringing them out again as softly as she could.

Quinne's vision of Nyte was obscured by blue skin and suddenly the lizard girl was kissing her again. Quinne curled her toes and massaged Isla's tongue with her own until she had to breathe again. She pulled away with a gasp and arched her head backwards. She felt Isla's hands on her top and broke away to allow the lizardess to pull her top off her. Nyte raised an eyebrow appreciatively.

"Those are pretty good," he said. Quinne opened her mouth in shock horror.

"Pretty good? Hear that Isla? I only got a 叢retty good' from him," she said as she looked across as Isla's breasts. "I guess compared to you I am only pretty good," she sighed.

"Don't torment him," Isla said. She gently bit the fennec's ear and Quinne gave an involuntary yelp as the stinging sensation sent a wave of pleasure through her.

"Your girlfriend likes to be on top huh?" Quinne said between breaths as she looked back at Nyte.

"Some of the time," Nyte gave a shy laugh.

"Okay. Let's see how she likes it then," said Quinne. She planted her paw on Isla's chest and pushed her back down on the bed. Isla blinked in surprise as the fennec sat on top of her and leaned down to lick her nose. Before she could get back up again Quinne followed it up with a wet lick to the lizard girl's blue neck before her tongue circled around the darker purple skin around her nipples. She traced a path of small kisses down Isla's sweat sheened tummy until she reached her panties.

With her tongue still circling a few inches higher Quinne expertly hooked her paw into Isla's underwear and pulled them down. Isla wriggled to help them off and suddenly Quinne was facing her prize. The lizardess gasped as the fennec's hot breath was replaced by her wet tongue with a few cautious licks.

"Ever do this with her, Nyte?" she said as she flicked her tongue against Isla's cleft.

"Of course. He's the perfect gentleman," Isla looked down her body as Quinne looked back up at her. "And he's good, too," she added with a grin.

"Damn. I could never find a guy who was any good at it," she said. She curled her tongue around Isla's clit before giving it a gentle kiss. The fennec suddenly felt a movement by her and brushed her hair away from her right to see Nyte sitting right next to them. The feline was clearly still nervous but he'd slowly gotten to the point where his arousal was giving him confidence to get closer.

"Oh ho . . . someone decided he wanted to join us! Atta boy!" said Isla. Nyte nodded.

Quinne leaned across and tugged Nyte closer by the waistband of his shorts. "Well come on then," she said. "Show me what you've been hiding."

"Be gentle with him," said Isla. "He's . . . not as experienced as me."

"Oh I can be really gentle," Quinne smiled and hugged Nyte encouragingly. She slowly wriggled his shorts down and nearly gasped in surprise when his full length was revealed.

"I . . . wow," she said, wide eyed. "And I thought I was jealous of you getting to be with Isla. Now I'm not sure who's luckier. I didn't think you could get any that big. Naturally I mean," she added with a nervous giggle.

Quinne leaned forward and Nyte's eyes widened as she pressed her tongue against the base of his shaft. With her eyes still on him so she could tell he was still comfortable she tentatively ran her tongue up the side of his length and gently kissed his tip before pulling away.

"Oh! It . . . feels different," Nyte said with a gasp.

Quinne stuck her tongue out. "Tongth pierthing," she said with her tongue still hanging out. Turning her attention back to him she gave him a few more licks and grinned when she saw Isla lie down on her front next to her. Scooting over to one side she grasped the base of Nyte's penis and started licking him while Isla did the same on the other side.

Nyte gasped but managed a smile as he watched the two of them synchronize their licks so they reached the top at the same time. As Nyte watched them Quinne and Isla wrapped their tongues around his penis as they started kissing again.

"You . . . ever . . . take . . . him . . . all . . . the way?" said Quinne between licks, making sure she met Isla's mouth for a quick kiss or lick at the end of each stroke.

"I'm not even sure that's possible is it?" said Isla as she pulled away a little wide eyed.

"Wanna bet?"

"Go for it. Just don't take him all the way. I was kinda hoping to have him at some point this weekend," said Isla with one hand on her hip.

Quinne took Nyte's tip into her mouth and sucked it softly as she ran her tongue around the top of his shaft. As she bobbed her head up and down she began to take more and more of him into her mouth with each movement. She continued to blink her crystal pink eyes at Nyte, enjoying the mix of excitement and torment on his face. When she finally reached his base she took him all the way in and kept her mouth there. She held her breath as long as she could before she finally pulled off him with a gasp.

"Damn. I'm impressed," said Isla. Quinne grinned as she ran her paws over Nyte's length as the feline gave a muffled whimper. She grinned up at him. He was cute, but she hadn't imagined when she first met him years ago in that studio that one day she'd be sucking him off. And with Isla too . . . she raised an eyebrow as she felt Isla pulling at her shorts.

"You okay back there?" she said with a laugh.

"Girl, these are coming off!" came the reply. Quinne yelped as Isla pulled off her sopping wet shorts before throwing them with a wet thud on the bedroom floor. 

"You probably should have taken them off before now," Isla giggled. Quinne glared at her before she turned her attention back to Nyte. She resumed her licks as she felt warm kisses tickle her own thighs that got closer to her core. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Isla's powerful tongue work its way inside her.

"Lil fasther," said Quinne as she swirled her tongue around Nyte's penis like was an ice cream. The vibrations as she spoke caused Nyte to squirm and earned her a gentle whap on the butt from Isla. Quinne yelped and Nyte stiffened even further around her mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," she said.

"Yurr one tuh talkth!" Quinne shot back.

Quinne moaned as Isla did change her rhythm, speeding up until Quinne felt herself churning with arousal. She looked back at Nyte. The feline was lying back on the bed with a dazed expression on his face. His eyes were glazed over and his tongue was hanging out. Someone's tongue needs a workout, Quinne thought as she shifted over so that Isla could press her own cleft into Nyte's face. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of sloppy kisses and licks and it wasn't long before Quinne and Isla were both panting and moaning as the attention they were getting.

Quinne suddenly felt her stomach clench up and she quickly pulled away from Nyte, leaving a trail of saliva between them as she buried her head in the sheets and moaned as she climaxed hard from Isla's licking. Behind her she felt a similar shudder as Isla came from Nyte's practiced ministrations. She looked over at Nyte as the only one who hadn't climaxed.

"Damn. How are you still going?" she said to Nyte as the feline came back to his senses and grinned.

"I'm not sure I could have held on much longer with you doing that," he said. Quinne cheekily poked at his member with her paw.

"Oi!" Isla gave Quinne another smack on her butt. "Shove over. I don't get much of a chance to do this myself."

"He's all yours," Quinne laughed as she rolled onto her back. She was still marinating in the afterglow of her orgasm and part of her felt she had more to give. With Nyte though there was no way she could ask for penetration . . . not that there was any chance for her to do so. Nyte and Isla were on each other almost immediately and as Nyte was already lubricated from Quinne's saliva he had little trouble sliding straight into the lizardess. Isla was now stimulated enough to fully feel the pleasure of the feline rocking back and forth within her and moaned deeply as the two of them rolled on the bed.

The two of them were so in the moment that they were surprised when they suddenly rolled into Quinne. She gazed down at the two of them, her fur drenched with sweat and other fluids.

"Um . . . you want me to give you some alone time?" said Quinne. She wasn't too hurt that they'd completely forgotten about her. After all Nyte and Isla had been waiting a long time to be together.

"You can stay and watch if you want," Isla grinned. She flipped Nyte onto the bed and started moving up and down on him. Quinne watched them for a few minutes while idly playing with herself before a naughty thought suddenly struck her. Glancing at the two lovers to check that they only had eyes for each other she slipped out of the bedroom and made a quick dash to the kitchen to see what she could find.

After a few minutes of preparation she was poking her head back around the bedroom door. Nyte and Isla were still thrusting together and Quinne was only a little surprised to see that Isla's fingers were now easing in and out of Nyte's butt.

"Guess there are still some kinks they haven't talked about," she whispered to herself with a grin.

Nyte saw her as she walked in, but even though she was completely naked his attention was not on her. Instead it was on the two paper plates full of whipped cream that she was carrying. Quinne chewed on her lip as she awkwardly put her finger up to her muzzle, trying not to get cream on herself as she did. She tiptoed up behind Isla and Nyte began thrusting faster as he suddenly realized what she was going to do.

Isla opened her eyes and stared into Nyte's own eyes.

"Do you know how amazing you are?" Nyte said to Isla.

"No? Tell me," Isla said as she wrapped her arms around Nyte's waist and squeezed them both together for a sensual kiss.

When she pulled back Quinne seized the moment and slapped the whipped cream pies on either side of the lizardess's face. Isla gave a surprised yelp as her vision was suddenly obscured by an explosion of sticky white cream over her deep blue skin. After a few seconds she ran her tongue around her lips and gave a happy squeal as she tasted the cream.

"Oh my god! I've been pied!" she laughed and pressed her head into Nyte's chest. The sight of Isla getting messy and the sensation of her pressed against him pushed Nyte over the edge and he thrust deeply into Isla twice before he was brought to a shuddering climax. 

"Oh Isla! Isla! Isl-!" Nyte cried out before he was suddenly interrupted with a mouthful of cream. His own eyes were shut and he didn't even see the other two pies that Quinne had made up for him before she clapped them around his head like two cymbals. Nyte let out a muffled squeak as she rubbed the whipped cream around their faces until they were little more than white blobs.

Now that neither of them could see, the two of them just road out their simultaneous orgasm together before collapsing back on the bed completely exhausted. After a few seconds the two of them scraped whipped cream out of their eyes and blinked stared into each other's faces. Isla burst out laughing as she saw that Nyte had been hit too. The sight of his girlfriend's gooey face laughing at him gave Nyte a sudden surge of arousal even such a short time after his own climax and he pulled Isla in for a slippery kiss.

"Urgh. What a way to end," said Isla as she looked down at the whipped cream that was now sliding down her body in clumps.

"The cleanup's going to be horrible though. I mean we're both going to have to shower." Nyte tried to keep a straight face but as soon as he'd finished speaking the two of them collapsed into giggles again.

"Yeah . . . most people don't use whipped cream in sex THIS way," Isla glared at Quinne as the fennec put on her best innocent face.

"You, uh, may need to buy some more whipped cream," she said.

Isla did her best to look annoyed, which wasn't easy when whipped cream was still oozing down from her face. Then she grinned.

"You! You . . . just might get invited to stay again," she said. "Although next time you're totally the one who's going to get creamed." She pulled a clump of cream away from her face and waved it at her threateningly.

"Oh . . . you wouldn't get me back for that would you?" said Quinne.

"Oh we're going to get you back. I promise you. But for now I REALLY need a shower," said Isla. She tugged at Nyte.

"Just be grateful you already used all the cream," said Nyte.

He took Isla's hand and the two of them walked off to the shower. Before they left they looked at each other and then turned around and grinned at the fennec girl who was still hopelessly trying to look innocent.

"Coming?" Isla said.

Quinne smiled. It was going to be a long weekend.