GWEN'S FANTASY
Written by Iron-K, 2011

Gwen climbed the shallow steps up the curved garden path of her house, careful of where she was putting her feet but eager to get inside away from the chilly evening air. Turning as she reached the front door, she waved at the car she'd been dropped off from as with a few seconds' hesitance, it turned slowly around the corner on to the high street. She heard one last whoop of excitement coming from one of its passengers before it disappeared from view - the boyfriend of one of her friends one year above had only just passed his driving test, so she was rather glad to have been the first along his slow route to drop people off.

She faced the door and tried the handle, finding it unlocked, meaning her parents hadn't gone upstairs yet. Quietly, she stepped into the house's hallway, and glancing through the archway to the living room, she saw both of them slouched on the settee.

"Hi!" she smiled as she shrugged her bag off her shoulder, closing the front door behind her and kicking off her shoes.

"Good night out?" Her father, a tall and slim black dragon, put a hand on the arm of the couch as he craned his neck up from his near-horizontal position. Both of them were in nightclothes - he was wearing only a pair of blue tartan pyjama bottoms, and the pink mouse lying against him was wrapped in a thick multicoloured dressing gown.

"Where did you go?" the curvy mouse added, opening her eyes but keeping her head against her husband, adjusting the hand between her head and his side.

"Just bowling," Gwen answered. "I came really close to a hundred this time!" She unzipped her jacket, put it up on one of the pegs next to the door and began heading for the stairs.

"Hey, you don't have to disappear - come and join us!" She stopped and turned as her dad called after her, and poked her head through the archway, seeing him beckon her enthusiastically into the room. Returning his smile, she walked around the armchair to the right of the sofa and settled herself down into it, looking at the screen and recognizing that they were watching a film she remembered from growing up, recorded on one of their old videos.

"Nice to have the whole family together," her dad said happily as he shifted his shoulder and wrapped his arm back around the mouse's waist. "It's not normal for parents to know where their teenager is on a Friday..."

"And it's not normal for people to work as much as you do!" the pink mouse said back, wriggling up and poking him in the side. "It's not often we even have you here at this time of night..."

It was true that her dad rarely got home from his office at the city hall before darkness fell even during the summer, so she was glad that she hadn't interrupted her parents' rare time alone together earlier. After only about five minutes, the film had faded to black and the credits were rolling. She wriggled forward to get up off the armchair, but froze in place as the text suddenly flickered off the screen to be replaced with a recording of an entertainment programme that had been half taped over.

"Oh, hey, do you remember this?" the black dragon said after a moment, a grin coming over his face as he reached to turn the volume back up. "Gwen, we used to watch this together on Saturday nights, didn't we... and it looks like they're about to do the best part!" Gwen perched on the edge of the seat uncomfortably, feeling her cheeks heat up as the host guided the week's guest into a phonebox-like contraption on the back wall of the set.

"That's not him from Golden Years, is it...?" The pink mouse sat up a little, cocking her head to the side. Gwen nodded, recognizing his face, and her heart thumped as she watched the long-haired otter boy sit down and shuffle his feet as the door of the booth was closed in front of him. She remembered watching this section every week when she was in early school, sitting at her dad's feet in front of the sofa, and - though she hoped that he didn't remember this detail - asking him to record the gunge tank sections so that she could watch them again later. Trying her best to act natural, she stayed still as the lever was pulled and a column of yellow slime dropped from the top of the cubicle, splashing out over the otter's head and engulfing him in a sloppy dome.

"Urgh, that's... disgusting..." Gwen's mother wrinkled her nose as she watched him struggle underneath the brightly colored downpour. Gwen couldn't remember where her mum had always been while she and her dad used to watch this, but she clearly remembered her not approving of the gunge. She turned away and tried not to look at her concerned face, also attempting to keep her eyes off the screen and not seem too interested in what was going on.

"People must have been mad to agree to go on that show..." the pink mouse continued, shaking her head.

"Everyone's got to start somewhere," the dragon underneath her chuckled. "Gwen, would you go on TV if it meant getting gunged?"

"Oh, don't tease her..." The mouse clapped her hand on to his muzzle in a fake slap, distracting him from Gwen's shudder in reaction as she cringed inwardly again. She looked back at the screen, watching the messy otter blink his eyes open and laugh as he faced out to the audience, strings of the yellow gunge drizzling from the edges of the tank's spout above him - normally she would love watching this alone, but having her parents there was extremely uncomfortable even though they didn't think anything of it. Now she thought about it, she was also sure that after one evening watching the show - still not understanding what this stuff really was - she'd got her dad to draft a letter to them explaining why his daughter wanted to gunge him.

She tried to cover her inner embarrassment up with a forced laugh, and hoisted herself up off the armchair. "Okay, I'm off to bed," she announced, stretching up but quickly dropping back again as she realized she was overdoing the act.

"All right - good night, pet..." The mouse turned to her, extending her arms for a hug, and Gwen smiled and walked over to accept, leaning in to peck her on the cheek.

"See you in the morning, Gwennie," her dad added from below her, and Gwen turned to wrap her arms around him as well. She stretched up, then glanced over her shoulder at the still image one more time, just glimpsing it before the black dragon stopped the tape and began flicking through the channels to find the start of one of the news panel shows. Distractedly, she stepped away, still thinking about the gunge tank as she headed for the door.

"Do you want us to turn it down?" the black dragon called over his shoulder.

"Er..." She hesitated, her thoughts interrupted. "No," she said, "I can't hear it from my room anyway."

"All right. Sleep well!" Finding the programme and putting the volume down a couple of bars anyway, he swung his legs down from the couch and sat up, putting his arm around the mouse's shoulder and hugging her close. Gwen looked at their backs as they cuddled, breathed out relievedly, and climbed the stairs away from the living room.

Once she reached the top, she padded into her room and locked the door behind her. It was just a tiny bathroom door lock - something that she'd convinced her dad to install during her first school pre-exam period so that she could have privacy, as her bedroom door didn't shut all the way without it - but it would be useful for ensuring she wasn't interrupted tonight, too.

Half listening to the muffled noise of the television downstairs, she quickly moved to the window to close the blinds. After making sure they were tilted so nobody could see in, she unbuttoned her jeans and then struggled out of her top, tossing it on to the footrest of her bed as she shook her hips from side to side to wriggle her bottoms down her legs. She stepped out of them, turned around and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her door, straightening up and sucking in her tummy a little. 'Curvy' was the politest way to describe her body type, though she tried not to feel self-conscious about it - even though her large chest had always attracted a lot of sometimes unwelcome attention from the boys in school.

Shuffling backward a little to get her image fully into the frame of the mirror, she put her hands out and mimed pressing them against the sides of the imaginary booth formed by its edges. With a grin as she imitated the noise of the tank's siren under her breath, she hunched her neck up, bowing her head forward as she pictured a column of slime pouring down from the top of the tank and splattering over her like she'd just seen, the thick fingers of it slipping over to coat her pink skin. Hugging herself and squirming against the imaginary downpour, she tried to picture once again what the stuff must feel like - it looked a little like poster paint, and while she remembered enjoying 'accidentally' dipping her hand into a tub of it or spilling some on herself in early school, she'd never dared to tell anyone that she wanted to get covered in it like she'd seen happen to people on the messy game shows.

She shuddered at the thought, and looked to her closed computer on the bedside table. Her heart raced as she remembered about something she'd found the other night, an idea forming in her head.

Gwen clambered on to the bed, turning around to slump back against the pile of pillows, and opened up the computer as she brought it into her lap. Carefully leaning over and balancing it on top of herself, she retrieved her disc case from the upper shelf of the bedside cabinet. Hoisting it over to put it on the bed next to her, she unzipped it and pulled out a disc labelled 'homework backups' from the pockets on the inside back cover. She had only just started daring to look this stuff up on the Internet, and had found a couple of sites that happened to have clips of the shows that she watched when she was younger.

Making sure that the computer's volume was turned down to the edge of hearing, she opened up the list of files on the disc, tapped the touchpad over one of the videos and quickly entered the password that she'd set to open it.

It opened at the end of an interview section with some boyband that had now quickly faded into obscurity, the two presenters seated on either side of the interviewees on odd angular furniture that might have looked trendy during the show's life - the video was a section from a Saturday morning magazine show called 'Massive' that had been on a few years after the programme that she'd seen downstairs. As she had never had a television in her room, Gwen had memories of getting up and sneaking downstairs to watch it with the volume down, hoping the show's gunge game would come on before her mum came downstairs. As the clips took an hour or two to download, she'd just taken a couple of them when she'd found them at the start of the week, and she had been thrilled to see this one again. She tapped the video bar a couple of times to get it where she wanted.

"We've got someone else who might be a little bit nervous just now," the lapine host said, and Gwen smiled as she recognized she was at the right place. "Andie, do you want to go and meet them?"

"Oh, yes!" The slim yellow mouse girl at the other end of the row bounced to her feet, stepping around the guests on the couch. "My favorite part of the morning... are you coming?" she said as she suddenly turned to one of the band members.

"No, we promised them they'd stay well away," said the rabbit as her target gave an embarrassed smile, putting both his hands up in front of him.

"Suit yourselves..." the mouse replied. "It's time for Stop the Snot!" she called, clapping her hands over her head as she dashed out of the view of the camera.

Gwen twitched at the name and swallowed as with a cheer from the studio audience and a clip of an exaggerated choral swell, the camera changed to open the section on a view of a huge prop canine muzzle, pointed down from the studio ceiling and poking into a booth set against the wall. Seated on a blowup pool chair inside the clear cubicle was a plump dragoness, about Gwen's age and similar in build to her but with milky white skin. Unlike Gwen, she had a crop of blue hair, cut to shoulder length. She was wearing a tight black sleeveless T-shirt with a pawprint design on it, and a pair of denim shorts.

Gwen paused the video as she looked at the other dragoness's excited face, then took a breath and budged herself forwards from her slumped position. Swinging her legs a little to rotate herself around, her hands firmly holding the computer, she sat up on the side of the bed and stretched forward to put it on the dresser an arm's length away.

Standing up in the narrow space between the bed and dresser as she nudged a couple of stray items aside with the back of the computer, she moved her hands to grasp the top of it, looking over her shoulder as she adjusted the screen so that it could be best seen from the bed. She could still hear the television from downstairs and knew that they wouldn't possibly be able to hear any noise from up here above it, but reached across to her headphones and plugged them in anyway.

With the computer in place, Gwen ducked down a little further and opened her underwear drawer below it. Feeling a slightly mischievous thrill, she glanced back at the door as she reached to the very back of it, and pulled a small vibrator out from underneath the layers of fabric. The device was an inch-wide egg-shaped metallic bead, with a wire poking from its top and leading to a little controller with a thumb wheel to alter its speed. She turned it a little to test the battery, shivering as the bead buzzed in her hand, and felt a tingle at the thought of it against her.

Putting the bead on the bed behind her, she tugged her underwear down, a smile crossing her face as she imagined herself in some sort of changing room in a studio, about to be led out and put into the game she was about to watch. She laughed a little to herself as she thought that she'd never seen anyone being gunged how she'd fantasized about it.

As she undid her brassiere, she looked at the screen and then back at her room, searching for things to make the experience more realistic. With a smile, she remembered about the soft backrest that was stuffed beneath the foot of her bed, and as she dropped her top on the floor, she leaned around to drag it out. She flopped it on to the edge of the bed, thumping it to clear off some of the fluff that had collected on it, then shuffled it backwards a little, trying to give herself the perfect amount of seat in front of it.

Turning around, she hoisted herself up to sit on the side of the bed and nestled against the backrest, arranging herself into a pose like the girl in the gunge tank on-screen, her toes just skimming on the floor. She put on the headphones, then grabbed the bead vibrator and slipped it between her legs underneath her, and gasped as she turned it on at a slow setting, already grinding her hips a little against it. Quickly, she stretched a hand across the gap to the keyboard, unpausing the video and quickly returning upright, half paying attention to the screen in front of her as she wriggled the smooth bead against herself.

"And under the muzzle this week, we've got another contestant who's ready and willing to face the gunge..." The mouse presenter smiled down at the reptilian as she grinned, wriggling a little in the seat and tapping her fingers on its arms. "Introduce yourself, what's your name?"

Gwen closed her eyes as the mouse started talking to the on-screen dragoness. "Gwen", she whispered as the contestant on the video answered. She carried on answering the mouse's questions about where she was from and what she enjoyed doing, picturing herself there in the other dragoness's place. She squirmed down against her vibrator, imagining the soft surface of the bed and backrest was the blowup seat underneath her.

"Okay, Cindy, it's good to have you on the show," continued the presenter as she stepped back a little, straightening up. "And how are you feeling about being poised underneath that giant muzzleful of snot?" She reached up above the wall of the tank to pat the side of the prop.

"I'm... okay, yeah," the white dragoness grinned, biting her lip. She glanced upwards at the nozzles of the prop looming above her, shaking her head a little, and kicked her dangling feet against the front of the bulky seat.

"All right, well, hopefully you'll stay looking okay too... I'm sure you'll be safe!" She paused and leaned in further in a stage whisper. "You've got a change of clothes with you, haven't you?"

"Yes," Cindy nodded. Gwen watched her giggle with nerves, shuddering as the camera focused in on her.

"First of all, we're going to ask you to pick your partner - we've got three players on the line, who want to try to get you some prizes and hopefully save you from getting messy... who's it going to be?"

The dragoness leaned forward as three names came up at the bottom of the screen, her eyes flicking left and right as she read them off some monitor in front of the camera. "Uh... Alyssa," she answered.

"Okay! Alyssa, line three..." The presenter straightened up and faced out to the camera. "Alyssa, you're live on Massive - can you hear me?" she asked, one hand going up to her earpiece.

There was a pause. "Yeah," a slightly phone-distorted voice came after a couple of seconds, and she smiled.

"Great! You know, we had an Alyssa in here last week," she said as she pointed her thumb back at the gunge tank. "And you probably saw what happened to her - do you think you can do better than her partner did?"

"Maybe..." the voice came again, and the mouse presenter laughed.

"She doesn't sound confident, Cindy! Alyssa, have you seen this before, you know how the game works?"

Gwen smiled a little at the mouse's attempt to coax more words out of the voice at the other end of the phone line, but her heart was already thumping at the thought of the game. She gripped the side of the bed, rubbing her feet against each other, as the camera panned over slightly, letting a display of twelve numbered and symbolled squares slide in at the side of the screen, arranged in the same way as a phone keypad.

"All you have to do is press two numbers at a time to turn the cards around - if you find two that match, then that pair stays face up." Andie pointed over in the direction of the display as they flipped in sequence in a demonstration of the game. "But of course, before you start finding pairs we need to shuffle them for you..."

The cards spun around, the numbers rearranging themselves at random across the board. "Get the idea? We're going to have a look at what you can win for yourself and Cindy today, for clearing this much of the board..."

Frustratedly, Gwen sat through the summary of prizes for each number of pairs matched, half-reaching forwards to try to skip it but then closing her eyes again and imagining herself listening to it from inside the gunge tank. After the sixth one was announced, she wriggled against the bead again, smiling at the cheer from the studio audience.

"But if you don't get all six pairs in 30 seconds, you know what happens - the muzzle empties, and this pretty young dragoness is going to get completely snotted..." Gwen gave a renewed shudder as she imagined she was talking about her, and watched the on-screen contestant as she hunched inwards, giving a small nod and a nervous grin as she pressed her clasped hands between her thighs. She looked up into the prop above her, and Gwen closed her eyes and did the same, imagining the nozzles looming over her head.

"You both okay with that?"

"Yeah!" Cindy's voice came from the screen, and Gwen nodded with her.

"Okay, you've got thirty seconds. Good luck, Cindy... Alyssa, it's up to you to stop the snot... now!"

Gwen's hips twitched as the timer started, and she rocked forward to push bead further against herself. As she listened to the touch tones coming from the screen and watched two of the squares flip around and then back as they showed non-matching pictures, she imagined sitting underneath the gunge nozzles, watching the game in front of her on the camera monitor as Cindy was doing. Whispering imagined encouragement to the phone contestant, half-pointing out at the grid, she reached between her legs with her other hand and slid the bead gently back and forth against her sensitive bump, panting as the tingling feeling grew stronger. Reaching over to the switch, she turned it down a little, not wanting to reach climax just yet.

"That's one!" she heard the mouse girl say as a confirmation beep played. She looked back at the board, imitating Cindy's nervous cheer, her heart racing even though she already knew the outcome of the game. Cindy leaned forward, her hands going up to her muzzle as her shoulders shook in a giggle, watching the game board intently as her partner floundered around, picking pairs that didn't match each time as the timer got dangerously close to empty.

"That one - you've seen that one before!" the presenter suddenly called, encouraging the phone contestant as her presses got slower and more uncertain. "It was at the bottom - yes!" She put her hands in the air as another correct pair was finally uncovered. "And you've... oh...!"

She called over the harsh buzzer as the timer hit zero, the keypad view scrolling off the screen as the camera swung fully back to the white dragoness. "Alyssa, you're out of time, you only got two - so our dragoness is getting covered in gunge!"

Gwen closed her eyes as the mouse took a step off to the side. As the slime booth siren rang around the studio, she twisted her vibrator's remote to turn it up to full speed, imitating the squeamish grin that she'd seen on the white dragoness's face every time she'd watched this video. At the wet smacking noise of the gunge spewing down on to the contestant, she bowed her head down and hunched her shoulders, imagining the gallons of green slop splattering over her and sliding down her back and chest. Bringing one hand up, she pushed it down on top of her head, sliding it down the side of her face then on to her shoulder and down the curve of her chest, flicking her fingers against her own nipple as she moved over it.

Panting and squirming against the vibrating bead underneath her, she half-opened her eyes. Two huge columns of green gunge were pouring down from the nozzles of the prop above Cindy's head, one dark and one light. They were pointed slightly inward so that they came together as they broke over the giggling dragoness's head, her slime-streaked muzzle poking slightly out of the gungy dome splattering over her. As she wriggled, the chair buckled underneath her, making the umbrella shape twitch around to each side as she tilted her head underneath it, painting the sides of the booth with bright green arc shapes.

Gwen whimpered as she closed her eyes again, tossing a little from side to side in her makeshift seat and listening to the sound of the falling gunge, picturing it pushing her down into the chair as the thick, heavy slime poured all over her. She let the vibrator go and gripped the short arms of the backrest, her legs twitching as she changed her mind and brought her hands up to her head to mimic the gunge smacking on to her and slipping around her muzzle.

Breathing heavily and wriggling her hips firmly downward, she looked at the screen as the blare of the siren stopped, leaving just the cheering of the studio audience. The tanks of gunge above the white dragoness had started to run out, breaking into a rain of thick blobs that sputtered across her messy head and shoulders, her gungy hair hanging in a curtain in front of her face. With a gasp, Gwen pictured herself under the shower of slime again, and the thought sent her over the edge, biting her lip to stifle her ecstatic gasp as the warm glow of climax pulsed outward from between her legs. Slumping against the backrest and still imagining the dregs of the gunge dripping down on to her, she twitched her hips against the vibrating bead, half-opened her eyes, and watched the contestant as she wiped at her face and gave a laughing squeak, her hands moving to the sides of her head to lift her green-streaked hair away from her face.

Slowly, Gwen reached a trembling hand out to feel for the controller, and turned the vibrator gradually down to off, feeling her heart thumping in her chest as she breathed slowly in and out, coming down from the fantasy. She slipped her hands back on to the arms of the seat and watched as the grinning mouse girl leaned in to talk to the gungy dragoness, copying her actions again as she raised her hands and slipped them down her arms to brush the smooth gunge off her skin, leaving thick finger-shaped furrows behind.

With a shiver and a satisfied smile, she put the bead aside and tugged the backrest away around her, putting it down on the floor and lying back on the bed, craning her neck up to watch the stuff continue to drip slowly down on to Cindy in slimy strings. Once again, she pictured what it must have looked like for her from inside the messy tank, having the audience cheer as she was gunged.

As the video reached its end, Gwen remembered about the letter she and her dad had written again, wondering if he had ever actually sent it. Whether he had or not, she found herself feeling relieved that nothing had come of it - she'd often privately fantasized about it happening to her, but the thought of actually appearing on television had always put her off. His question this evening hadn't meant to be anywhere near as embarrassing as it had been for her, either - she didn't know whether he was expecting a 'yes' or a 'no' from it, even as a joke. Not that it really mattered either way now, because the whole thing had pretty much fallen out of fashion, apart from a couple of watery attempts on children's game shows.

After getting up briefly to close the computer and put the bead away, she got under the covers and turned the light out, still thinking about how she'd been too shy to even attempt to have it happen to her when she'd been growing up. Now that she was thinking about it again, she felt a tiny bit more confident, especially now she wouldn't have to do it through her parents - plenty of people she'd seen gunged had gone on and it was a totally normal, not embarrassing thing for them. In fact, though it was easy to decide when there was no danger of it ever actually happening, she nodded and smiled to herself as she made a promise to herself. Next time somebody made one of those shows for people of her age group, she was going to apply to be on it.