POOL PARTY
Written by Iron-K

Slowly, Cleo opened the door to her boyfriend's study bedroom and crept in, quietly closing the door behind her. In the darkness she could only make out the time on the digital alarm - just after two in the morning, so she hadn't been as late as she'd thought.

She turned towards the gentle sound of snoring coming from the bed, and as her eyes adjusted to the gloom she could make out Miles' shape tucked under the covers, his muzzle poking out at the top - a red-furred foxboy, not much taller than she was. She smiled to herself - he looked even cuter than normal while he was asleep. Trying to stay as silent as possible, she began to remove her clothing, draping it over the back of the chair at the desk along with his own.

After getting undressed she walked over to the bed, the outline of her petite chipmunk figure only just visible in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Miles was beginning to stir. She got up on top of him and flicked her shoulder-length jet black hair behind her shoulders, then leaned over him on all fours. Slowly, she bent down and kissed him on the lips. His eyes flickered open and he smiled up at her.

"Hi," he whispered, glancing over at the bedside clock. Cleo slipped under the covers next to him, cuddling up close in the single bed. He leaned up on his side to hug her back. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Of course," she grinned, feeling his warmth. "I was with three other girls..." He listened as she told him everything about the game show she'd just got back from taking part in, chuckling as he heard about her being covered in slime in several of the games.

"You'll have to do something like that some time, you know," she finished, sliding her hands down his back to his bottom. He murred appreciatively and grinned.

"Well, we've got the ice cream in the fridge downstairs, the chocolate spread..." He stopped suddenly as she lifted her hand and put her finger to his lips, her familiar secret smile on her face.

"I don't mean like that, we've done that before... I mean properly being gunged." He looked at her, confused. "Don't you remember, Miles? The union pool party's this weekend - they're going to have a gunge tank at that, and I think you should put your name down..." She ran his long bushy tail through her hand.

"I... don't know..." he stuttered, looking worried.

"Come on, you like getting messy, don't you?" She touched her lips to his again.

"Well, yes, with you, but not in front of everyone..."

"Most of the country will be watching me when the show goes out," she reminded him. "Anyway, we can put our names down as a couple and go in together - how does that sound?"

"All right," he relented, secretly hoping that if enough people put their names down they wouldn't get picked anyway. "It... shows more... on me than you, though..."

He was stopped again, this time as Cleo brought her hand round and cupped his balls, fondling them gently with her slender fingers. He whimpered at the feeling and looked in to her eyes.

"I know," she answered, still with nothing more than the hint of a smile on her face as she felt the reason for his embarrassment beginning to press in to her groin. "But I'm sure every male will be the same."

"Especially if you're being gunged with me." He laughed as she raised her eyebrows in surprise and stroked her hair, cuddling down with her to sleep.

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A few days later, Miles was emerging from the changing room, wearing a pair of loose-fitting trunks. He looked around at the student union's outdoor pool. It was a hot day, and there was a good turn-out of students already - some swimming, some of the more confident ones sunbathing nude at the water's edge. Someone had set up a large set of speakers at the changing room end and loud rock was blaring out across the pool.

The most notable difference today, though, was the small stage that had been set up at one end. On it stood the clear-sided gunge tank, along with three or four large plastic containers behind it. Two furs were wheeling another one up to the stage with some difficulty - one of them was Boniface, a black panthermorph that Miles recognised from the student residence. He watched as the two of them began connecting a tube from it to the top of the tank.

He shivered, and looked around for Cleo. He soon spotted her wearing a black bikini in the pool, talking to Mirsha, who had been going out with Boniface for just over a week. He walked over to the side next to them, passing a lynx girl lying on her front on a sunbed, and slipped in to the warm chest-deep water next to Cleo.

"Here he is now," his girlfriend said as he put his arm around her. "Mirsha's put her name down for the tank as well, Miles."

"That's right," the tan catgirl replied, running her fingers through her wet hair. "Boni insisted," she added, looking up at the stage.

"Is it him that's running it?" Miles asked her.

"Oh, yes - he's an absolute gunge fanatic, you know. He told me that he used to love that show that was on a while ago... Industrial Zone, was that what it was called? He'll make sure he gets it right."

"IZ, that's right," smiled Cleo. "I was on it, did I tell you?"

Mirsha's mouth fell open. "Really? I didn't see you..."

"Oh, I mean it was just a couple of days ago, for the new series - it won't be shown for ages yet."

Miles' attention wandered as Cleo told the fascinated catgirl about her experiences on the programme, and looked back up to the half-asleep sunbather again. The sleek grey fur on her back was shining in the sunlight, and he watched her flick her short bushy tail lazily. A smile spread across his face as he watched her shapely rump rise and fall slightly with her breathing. It wasn't exactly unusual to see furs going naked at the pool, but it wasn't something he would really ever have done.

Suddenly, her red-haired head moved and she looked up. Seeing that he was watching, she waved at him, smiling, and he caught a glimpse of the nipple on one of her white breasts as she moved her arm. He gulped, and moved his eyes away quickly as she stretched herself, glad that Cleo hadn't been watching him.

"I'm just going to see Boni - er, Boniface for a minute," he said, pulling away from her as she told Mirsha about being caught in the corridor, and waded across to the shallow end of the water.

He shivered a little as his soaked lower half was exposed to the warm air again, and made his way round the pool to the stage, avoiding looking at the lynx girl. Boniface was standing on a small wooden platform, attaching the last of the tubes to the top of the tank, wearing just a pair of shorts.

"Hi, Miles!" he said, looking over his shoulder and stepping down from the platform. "What do you think?"

"Very impressive," Miles answered, looking at the gunge booth - it appeared to have once been a shower cubicle. The top half of the door at the front had been cut away, and there was a black pipe visible protruding down in to it from the covered mechanism at the top. "Did you build it yourself?"

"Well, I did the tank, Abe and I worked on the release mechanism together - do you know him? Anyway, he's had to rush off..." The panther continued, enthusiastic as ever, pushing the tubes out of the way as he went around to the front. "I'll show you how it works if you like, I just need to test this last one."

Miles followed him around to the front of the tank - inside was a simple plank of wood that ran across the length of it, acting as a bench. A bucket was balanced in the middle of it. Boniface produced a small device from his pocket.

"We've even got it remote controlled," he grinned. "That took a while." Miles gave an impressed nod. "Right, watch this..." He touched one of the buttons, and waited a couple of seconds. They both watched as dark green gunge dropped from the pipe and splattered in to the bucket with a thick slapping sound, a couple of drops escaping and splashing on the ground.

Boniface's grin got even wider. "Pretty good, eh? I was thinking of getting people to press the button themselves, it would be sort of ironic that way, but Abe was worried about the state of the remote control, he didn't think it would hold up that well. What happens is that once I press one of the eight buttons on here, the stuff is pumped up from the container to the tank at the top," he gestured with his hands, "and then once that's full it all drops down! I think that should cover whoever's under there pretty well. I hope your name's down for it..."

"Oh, yes - Cleo and I are going in together," responded Miles, looking over to where she had been talking to Mirsha, but they'd moved. "She was very keen."

"Excellent." The panther bent down so their faces were level - he was above average height, and certainly a lot taller than Miles was. "You're a lucky man, you know that? Anyway, for the couples we've got something special..." He straightened up and fiddled with his remote control again. "See that?" he said, pointing to the pipe at the top, which was now being rotated left to right and back. "Complete coverage," he announced, grinning down at the fox.

Miles shook his head to clear it of the image he had of Cleo and himself sitting under there. "Did you get many people volunteering?" he asked hopefully. To be honest, though, he was now rather looking forward to going in, although having an audience was still putting him off a little.

"Well, quite a few anyway. Listen, we've even got a siren." He stabbed another control. Miles jumped and covered his ears as the loud hooting sound rang out over the pool, turning everyone's heads towards the two of them.

"Sorry! Just testing, it'll be a few minutes yet," Boniface shouted across the water. "It's a bit loud, I'll adjust the volume of that," he added quietly as everyone turned back to what they were doing. He got inside, squinted up at the mechanism and reached up inside the top of the machine.

"So how are you doing this? Are you going to ask them questions and gunge them for wrong answers?" asked Miles, hoping that the eager panther wouldn't draw attention to them again.

"Ah, no, we thought that was a bit too obvious," he answered, stepping out and closing the door. "It's more to do with luck, really - I'll announce it at the start. It wasn't me that thought it up. Still, we've made sure that everyone who goes in will probably be slimed, unless they're really lucky. It's great stuff we've got, have a look." The panther hopped off the stage and around to the other side again, leaving Miles to catch up.

Boniface turned the handle on one of the large tanks and opened up the top as Miles got back on to the stage. "Beautiful, isn't it," he said, looking at the contents - a thick mixture of light green and yellow slime.

"Lovely," responded Miles, rather unsure of what to say about it. He dipped his fingers in to the cool thick substance, withdrew them again and watched the yoghurt-like gunge drip off in dollops in to the tank. He wiped the rest off on the side as Boniface closed it up again.

"It's genuine stuff, you know - made from food thickener, the same as they use on television. Hope you liked it, because you'll be getting covered in it soon!" Miles shivered and looked around again - people were beginning to gather at the front of the stage.

"You've got five tanks of that stuff?" he asked.

"Not exactly - a couple of them have gunge in them, a couple of them have food that we ordered from a catering place. They all work really well, I've had first-hand experience," the panther winked. "Anyway, we've got plenty of it." He stepped around the glass tank and took the bucket out of it, opened the next container along and emptied the green contents back in to it. "I think that's everything, let's get this started!"

"I'll just go and find Cleo," said Miles, stepping off the stage to the ground, squinting up in to the sunlight to face Boni again. "Thanks for showing me around."

"No problem. Have fun!" Boniface called after him, picking up the list of volunteers and his microphone.

Miles turned away and walked around the pool as Boniface announced the start. He soon saw Cleo again, standing near the showers with Mirsha.

"I thought you'd tried to run off, Miles," she smiled, putting her arms round him.

"You know I wouldn't run away after agreeing to this. Well, not if I knew you'd find out." He pulled away and took her hand, watching the furs gather round the stage. "He's just about to start."

"OK, I'll see you later, Cleo - I'm just going to cool off for a bit, but I'll be watching you," said Mirsha, striding towards the pool again.

Miles led Cleo in to the middle of the gathered crowd - maybe just less than a hundred were watching, but it was still enough to get his nerves up again. The panther was explaining how the game worked.

"We'll do it like this. I've got lists here of the people who put their names down - I was surprised by the number of people who want to go in to this thing, in fact. And I think we've got plenty of gunge for everyone," he grinned, his white teeth showing up against his black fur. "Still, when you're name's called, come up here, sit down and make yourself comfortable. Then, you'll have to pick a number from one to eight, three times. Three of those numbers will be safe, you'll stay clean - but I'm sure you can guess what happens if you pick any of the other five!"

Miles laughed nervously along with the rest of the crowd, gripping Cleo's hand a bit tighter as Boniface prepared to announce the first contestants.

"I think we'll start off with a couple... so put your hands together for Sara and Steve!"

All eyes turned towards an excited squeak from the right of the crowd, and the applause started as a small vixen wearing a blue full swimsuit and slightly taller grey rabbitmorph in trunks walked up to the stage hand in hand. Miles relaxed a little, glad not to have been picked first, and watched as the panther showed them to their seat in the booth.

Boniface closed the door on them as the orange fox nervously put her arm around her partner, looking up for a moment at the chute above their heads. The panther walked away from the tank, making sure everyone could see the couple, and produced the control for the machine. "Welcome to the tank, you two. So what's your first number? Remember, there are five tanks of the stuff waiting to drop on you..."

The two of them whispered to each other for a few moments. "Two," the rabbit said, leaning out of the tank and turning to Boniface.

"All right, get back in there!" He did so, curling his ears forward a little and putting his arm on Sara's shoulder as she cuddled in to him. "Two it is," he said, pressing the button. Nothing happened for a couple of seconds.

Suddenly the same dark green stuff that Miles had seen being tested earlier dropped from the top of the tank as the siren rang out, to the accompaniment of a cheer from the crowd. It hit the fox girl right on the head with a thick glooping noise. Squealing, she wriggled around underneath the flow as it splattered on to the tank's walls and the right hand side of Steve's face. He shut his eyes, but his grin was frozen in place as Boniface rotated the pipe, directing the flow of green gunge towards him. It pressed his furry ears down on to his head as it slumped down over his face and trickled down in to his lap.

Sara squirmed away from him as the flow came back towards her, looking down at her messy orange fur as the last trickle was dropped on to her head. She brushed some slime off her hair, smiled and hugged her boyfriend again as the spectators applauded, some of the furs still in the water swimming up to look on as well.

"You're the first gungees of the day, Steve and Sara - how did it feel?" Boniface held the microphone to the front of the tank.

"Slimy and wet," answered the fox girl, putting her hands on top of the tank's door and looking up at him. A drop of gunge fell from her fingers and trickled down the front of the glass.

"Well, it's not over yet - what's your next number?" There was another quick whispered discussion.

"Five?" asked Sara.

"Well, we'll find out." Boniface pressed it as they cuddled up again, Steve running his slimy fingers up and down Sara's side.

The siren rang again and another cheer went up as an orange lumpy substance fell from the top, hitting Steve right on the head and rebounding off, some of it going out the front of the tank and in to the crowd below. Cleo nudged Miles.

"Baked beans," she said. "Now, that's messy stuff..." Miles nodded distractedly, watching the substance slop down as the torrent was directed on to Sara, who shrieked and leant forward as they hit her, whimpering as they crept down and worked their way in to her swimsuit.

Steve shook his head to clear it of the lumps and smiled at the crowd again, the last few beans dropping down on to the couple's shoulders.

"Third time lucky?" laughed Boniface. "One more to go, then I'll let you out of there."

"We'll try number one," Sara said as she picked beans off the breast area of her swimming costume.

"Okay, surely you can't get covered three times ..." He pressed it. One more time the alarm hooted and the laughing couple were covered in a mixture of blue and white gunge, the pipe being moved faster this time so drops of it sprayed down on to both of them.

"He's done it really well," muttered Miles to Cleo under the cheer of the crowd. "I thought it would be a bit of a disappointment, you know, but it really looks genuine."

"I told you he knew what he was doing," Mirsha answered as she walked up behind them. "He made sure it was going to work."

They watched as the blue stuff stopped spraying down on to the couple. Sara kissed Steve on his messy cheek as Boniface opened the door to let them out, and they walked arm in arm down the stairs off the stage to applause, both absolutely coated and leaving a trail of slime behind them.

"Thanks, you two," called the panther, clapping along with the rest of them. "And we've still got a lot of gunge left, so I think we'll have a female gungee now... Ruby! Where are you?"

He looked around at the assembled crowd at the front of the stage. There was no response. "Ruby... the Lynx, I think it says here..."

"It's me," said a surprised voice from the pool. Miles could just see through the crowd, and his heart jumped as he recognised the red-haired girl from earlier. She hauled herself out of the pool, still naked, the water trickling through the light fur on her legs. Getting to her feet, she walked up the stairs to Boniface on the stage. She was quite a tall girl, almost as much as the panther himself.

"You weren't expecting that, were you?" said Boniface.

"I wasn't! Who put my name down for this?" Ruby turned around and looked out over the crowd, water still dripping from her soaking pelt. She didn't seem annoyed about it, though - in fact she was rather enjoying the attention.

"Still want to go through with it?" the panther asked her.

"Yeah, I'll do it!" Cheers and a couple of wolf-whistles went up from the crowd as she strode over to the tank and opened the door, holding her bushy tail up out of the way as she carefully turned around to sit down on the still slimy bench.

"I know you're looking..." Cleo whispered to Miles. He turned around to her.

"Sorry," he stuttered. "She's not nearly as gorgeous as you." Cleo laughed.

"Well, she's got the attention of the males, anyway," she said as she watched her place her hands on her lap between her open legs, teasingly only just covering the area between them.

"Of course, the numbers have changed round now, so don't just try and remember the ones from last time. So what's your first ch... er, first number, Ruby? One to eight, five of them will gunge you." Miles could see that Boniface was having difficulty concentrating rather than watching the pretty girl in the gunge tank.

"Two, I think," she answered, looking up at the chute then facing the crowd again, slowly closing her eyes.

"All right, here it comes!" He pressed the button and waited.

A loud click sound made Ruby jump, and she opened one eye to look up.

"You're safe!" Her shoulders sagged as she breathed a sigh of relief, and she brought her hands up briefly to flick her long hair behind her shoulders. "But for how long? Pick again!"

"Eight," she said, and this time put her hands on her head, covering her ears from the noise. She closed her eyes as she saw Boniface press the button.

The click sounded again - she was still clean. A smattering of applause spread through the audience.

"You're all waiting to see her get messy, aren't you?" chuckled Boniface as she took her hands down again, rocking back and forward in the seat nervously. "Well, we'll see if she can do it again. Ruby, to avoid the gunge entirely, choose your last number! You've used two and eight - one of the remaining ones will get you out of there clean, any of the others and you'll be completely slimed!"

Ruby thought for a while, shrugged and chose "Five," then sat up straight, her hands on her knees, as Boniface pressed it.

Slowly, a grin spread across her face as the couple of seconds' delay seemed to take ages. Looking up for a second, she jumped as she saw the mechanism open and closed her eyes tightly, her hands shooting to her face.

A huge roar went up as the siren hooted for the first time in a while, and all eyes were on the sexy lynx girl as a thick column of green and yellow slime splurged off her bowed head in an upturned bowl shape. Squirming around, she moved her hands up from her face to her head, the expression of shock mixed with enjoyment on her face visible just for a second before the slime slopped down over it again.

As it began to ease off she straightened, and the bowl shape slowly moved inwards and splashed in to her lap, the slime mixing in to a lime green colour as it ran down her nude furry body, working its way between her breasts as the flow slowly became just a trickle. She wiped her eyes as the last few drops from above splashed down on to her hair, flicking the stuff off her hands out the front of the tank.

"Sorry, Ruby!" Boniface moved over to the front of the tank, awkwardly bent over slightly forwards, and opened the door for her. She stood up, the slime on her lap sliding off and splashing in to the bottom of the tank, and walked to the front of the stage. Enjoying the whistles of appreciation from most of the males watching, she posed for the crowd with one hand behind her head and the other on the curve of her hip, the slime creeping down her legs and dripping from the fringe of her hair.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" She turned back to him and nodded, then hugged him briefly and stepped off the stage, heading for the showers.

Boniface whistled, brushing some of the goop off his black chest fur. "She was quite amazing, wasn't she? Anyway, I think we'll have a guy in the tank now for all you ladies watching..." He looked at his list again. "Susi! Are you here?"

Miles craned his neck to see over the crowd, and saw a young-looking grey wolf wearing only a short pair of trunks push his way to the front of the crowd. Clearly enjoying the attention, he leapt up on to the stage rather than using the stairs at the side as the applause started, and immediately sat down inside the slime-streaked tank, closing the door behind him.

"Well, you seem pretty keen, Susi," Boniface started. The wolf grinned out at the audience. "So, what's it going to be?"

"Six," he said, looking up at the slime nozzle and splashing his feet a little in the gunk that had collected at the bottom of the cubicle.

"Right, get ready for it!" Boniface pressed the button, and the wolf closed his eyes, a wide grin on his face. He visibly jumped a little as the siren sounded, and as the deep green gunge dropped on to his head Miles saw him laugh just before the slime umbrella hid him from view.

As it continued to pour down, the wolf leaned forward making the slime flow down his back, a couple of drips trickling down around his neck and over his shoulders. Soon the downpour eased off, and Susi shook his head, the sticky green substance dripping from his grinning muzzle.

"Well, Susi," the panther announced as the wolf wiped his brow of slime, "that's one down, two to go - what's your next number?"

"Four", he decided quickly, sitting up straight in position under the chute again, enjoying the couple of green drips still splashing on to his head. As the button was pressed, the hollow click sounded.

"Nothing!", Boniface said. Susi looked up again, then back to the panther. "You've got one last chance now..."

"Can I have six again, please?" he grinned eagerly, brushing away a drip of gunge running down his cheek.

"Well..." Boniface turned to the crowd as a cheer rose up, and shrugged. "They want it to happen, so I don't think I can argue!" He stabbed the remote, and Susi closed his eyes, an open-mouthed smile on his face as the siren started up, and the green slime splattered out and enveloped him again.

This time, Boniface angled the slime so that it began flowing down over Susi's shoulder, the gunge creeping down his grey fur on the other side. The downpour moved across his head, the wolf leaning to the side to get completely covered. As it continued, he leaned backwards so that it slopped down his face and flowed down his front, trickles of it still working their way around his ears.

The flow of gunge began to subside, and Susi bowed his head down, the collected slime on top of his head forming a pool in his lap. A final trickle splattered on his head as he grinned at the onlookers again. The downpour had lasted longer that time, and by now he was almost completely covered in green stuff, the slime sliding down and covering what little grey fur remained visible. He clapped his hands along with the rest of the crowd as the panther opened the door, and got up slowly, taking care not to slip. He walked out of the tank carefully, his hands now held out in front of him with slime dripping from the tips of his fingers, and got down from the stage to join the audience again.

"Thanks, Susi!" Boniface looked in to the tank - the sides were by now coated with a mixture of the slime than had fallen so far. "Actually, we should clean this up a bit..." He grabbed the bucket that he had used earlier, and handed it to a skunk girl who was watching from in the pool. "Could you fill that up for me?"

She dipped the bucket in to the water and with some difficulty reached up to hand it back to him. "Thanks," he said as he turned to the tank, and threw the water in through the front. The bucket of water splashed back out of the tank, clearing some of the gunge along with it.

"That should do it," he said, putting the bucket down and stepping through the watery gunk that had flowed out the front of the tank. The walls of it weren't too clean, but they were at least transparent again. "Anyway, I think it's time for another couple to go in." Miles' nervousness returned as he remembered that he and Cleo could be next. Cleo, obviously sensing this, put her arm on his shoulder.

"Mandy and Ash!"

Miles let his breath out again - he had been sure it was going to be him and Cleo. He turned to the chipmunk, clapping along with the rest distractedly.

"Don't worry so much," she smiled to him. "You'll enjoy it once you're up there, I promise."

"I know...", he said hesitantly. "It's just the waiting."

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "Well, go and relax by the pool for a bit - I'll get you when we're on."

Miles looked up at the stage again. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw that this time it was two girls walking up - a chipmunk that looked a little like Cleo, but taller and with darker fur, and a shorter white mouse girl. Both were wearing rather brief swimwear.

"Two girls at the same time?" asked Boniface. He certainly wasn't going to stop them, though.

"Oh, we're not exactly a couple, we just want to go in together," explained the taller of the two of them.

Miles was startled by a hand touching him on the shoulder, and span round to face Mirsha again, who laughed.

"You don't have to be so jumpy... just have a walk around or something."

"Yeah." He glanced again at the two girls being shown in to the tank by Boniface - as good an idea as going away from it for a while sounded, he didn't want to miss this. "I'll see you in a bit," he said distractedly, and pushed his way out the side of the crowd.

Seeing an empty deckchair at the side of the pool, he headed towards it, trying to recognise the music coming from the speakers across the water. Every so often he glanced back at the tank. Boniface was now closing the door on them.

He reached the chair and sat back in it. He had a pretty good view of the machine on top of the stage from this spot, and he saw the mouse girl clinging to her friend tightly, her large right ear pressing up against the taller girl's cheek as they prepared to guess their first number. Craning his neck to the side to see past Boniface, who had stepped in to his way as he got out of the view of the crowd, he waited to see the result.

"Yes!" he said to himself as the hooter rang out across the pool. Other furs still swimming in the pool turned to watch as blue and white slime was dropped on to the two of them, getting a little of the chipmunk's head but mostly pouring down between them, over their shoulders as they both screamed out loud.

He laughed as the downpour moved over to the mouse, splattering off her head and pushing her other ear down the way as she giggled, her arms still wrapped around the chipmunk. After a couple of seconds it was moved over to the other girl, first just lapping down over the side of her head and then moving further still to envelop her completely as she tried to squirm out of the laughing mouse's grip, some of it splurging down and back on to her as well.

The slime subsided and they both grinned down at themselves, the mouse giggling helplessly and running her hands over her head, slopping gunge down her back. The chipmunk brushed the light blue mixture off her lap with her hands, some of the stuff dripping from her short brown hair and on to her shoulders, showing up beautifully against her dark fur.

Miles realised that the obvious effect of watching the two scantily clad females being slimed together was showing on him, and he sat up a bit straighter, trying to think of something else. It wasn't easy, though, as the panther was already leaning in and asking them for their next choice, even as a few trickles of blue from above were still dripping down on to their heads.

The panther straightened up again. Miles saw him press one of the buttons, and this time it was red stuff that dropped on the pair from above. The mouse squeaked as it hit her with a gloop and splashed outwards off her round head at first, but it was thicker than before and began clinging to her and creeping down over her face as she closed her eyes.

The chipmunk, who was laughing at her friend being covered, jerked her head away to the side as the downpour suddenly moved towards her, and continued to shake with laughter as the deep red goo coated her from above, eventually moving her head under the stream and allowing it to drip in to her lap. The smell of the substance was beginning to reach Miles, and he realised what it was at once - it was tomato sauce.

The taller girl leaned over as the stream was moved back towards the mouse again, and put her arm around her shoulder. The mouse did the same to her, and they raised their other hands in to the air as the last of the sauce was sprayed on to them, the thick liquid oozing slowly down the pair, dripping from the chipmunk's hand which was still wrapped around the mouse.

Boniface leaned towards them again. "Well, you're the first to have got the ketchup. Feel good?"

"Gorgeous," replied the mouse as she wiped some of it off her head, then held her sticky hands out in front of her. She giggled and leaned away from the chipmunk as she tried to smear a handful on to her face.

"One more time, then, then you'll be let out."

"Three!" giggled the mouse as she tried to duck away from the chipmunk's dripping hands, a red streak now visible across her cheek.

"Let's see if it's your lucky number..." Boniface pressed the button for the last time as the girls straightened up again, arms around each other. The only effect this time, though, was of the click that reported the chosen tank being empty.

"Well played, ladies." The panther opened the tank's door and let the two messy girls out of the cubicle. They stood up hand in hand, laughing at the sight of each other absolutely dripping with gunge, and headed off the stage to applause and cheering, from Boniface as well as the onlookers.

Miles leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes as the panther announced the name of a male to come up to the tank - he had to admit he was far more interested in the girls. He stayed like that for a while, hands behind his head and just trying to think of something else to distract him from his nervousness. Occasionally, he opened one eye when the hooter sounded and watched the slime cascade down on to the occupant of the tank.

He was feeling a little less jumpy now, he thought to himself as he watched baked beans splatter down on to a raccoon boy's head. It wasn't the thought of getting messy that he was worried about, especially if it was with the gorgeous Cleo. He smiled as he remembered the time that the two of them had gone in to the shower cubicle in the residence with a bottle of sticky chocolate sauce. They'd both loved it then, but he hadn't ever got messed up with an audience looking on.

Thinking of Cleo, he remembered that they might be on soon. He hauled himself up from the chair and walked back round the pool to rejoin her, on the way watching the raccoon being slathered with thick deep green slime by the machine. As Boniface leaned in to the tank to shake the gungee's hand before opening the door to let him out, Miles made his way back through the applauding crowd at the front, finding Cleo and Mirsha again.

The raccoon stood up, sending a wave of green slime that hadn't soaked in to his short fur splashing to the floor of the tank, and waded out, his hands raised in the air, acknowledging the applause. As he got down off the stage, Boniface leaned down off the other side and filled the bucket with water again, then threw it in to the tank to clear the seat and walls.

Miles took Cleo's hand. "Better?" she asked, turning to him. He nodded, and they kissed once before turning back to the stage.

"Right, we haven't had a female in the tank for a while... Cassie, where are you?"

A yellow-furred arm went up briefly near the front of the audience, and the chosen contestant started making her way up to the stage as others moved aside to make room for her. As she climbed the stairs Miles saw that she was a young bunny girl. She was wearing a red swimsuit and a matching ribbon that tied her long yellow ears in to place behind her head, and had a pair of swimming goggles around her forehead. Boniface took her hand as she climbed up the stairs.

"She looks a bit young, doesn't she?" Mirsha said, half to herself.

"Must have been an early entrant to the Uni, she doesn't look more than about sixteen," replied Cleo. "And that bright colour can't be natural, she's got to be using fur dye."

"Kids these days, eh, Cleo?" Miles joked at her serious attitude. She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him in response.

Like the others before her, the bunny girl was led to the tank. She took a seat inside with a bit of difficulty, as she was very short and it was a little too high for her. Clambering on to the plank from the front, she turned around and sat down, her legs dangling in front of her, too short to reach the ground. As the watered-down slime from the bottom of the tank trickled from her toes, she looked to the side and wiped her hand along the side of the tank to gather up a bit of slime still sticking there, rubbing it between her fingers with a smile.

Boniface was about to close the door of the tank on her when he hesitated. "Oh, you'll probably want to get rid of that ribbon, Cassie - I don't think it'll hold up to slime very well."

Looking up instinctively even though she couldn't see the ribbon behind her head, she reached around to the back and pulled it off her ears, shaking her head to loosen them up as if taking a hairband out.

"Can I keep my goggles?" she asked, handing the red strip of material to the panther.

"Of course, if you like." Boniface took the ribbon and closed the door. Cassie pulled the goggles down over her large eyes, and looked upwards, laughing as she saw the pipe aimed directly at her head.

"OK, now that you're prepared, welcome to the tank! What's your first choice going to be?" Boni held the microphone in to the tank so the audience could hear her response.

She paused for a moment, swinging her dangling legs back and forward idly as she thought about it. "Five", she said.

Boniface pulled the microphone away from her and walked to the side of the tank, remote control at the ready. "All right, are you ready?"

"Yeah," she responded, flattening her ears against her head, risking another glance up at the pipe as she bounced in the seat excitedly.

"Here it comes!"

The hooter sounded again and the bunny almost fell off the seat, her mouth falling open and eyes widening a little, just before a deep red torrent of ketchup from above splurged on to her head. It slopped away in a bowl shape for a moment, her ears instantly vanishing beneath the deluge, before the torrent settled in to sliding down over her wet slimy fur. She squeaked as it clung to her and crept down the way, pooling in her lap and dripping from the toes of her bare feet, but kept her eyes open behind the goggles.

Boni moved the downpour a little to splash on to both of her shoulders, leaving a glistening coat of ketchup all over her top half. She raised her arms out to her sides and flicked the sauce off to the floor of the tank, giggling as the last trickle poured on to her head and slithered downwards over her goggles. Her red swimsuit was covered in blotches of deeper red goo, and the stuff contrasted well with her bright yellow fur.

"A good gunging, Cassie," laughed Boniface as the whistles of appreciation from the crowd faded, and he leaned in to talk to her again. "Just two more to go."

Cassie wiped some ketchup off her sticky ears, licking her lips as she put her ears back up again. "All right... seven," she said, wiggling a little backwards in the seat so she was fully on it again.

"Seven," repeated Boniface, stepping away from the tank. "Get ready for it!" The bunny, who was looking down at her soaked swimsuit, jumped and held her hands on her cheeks nervously as he pressed the button again, but she was safe this time - the tank was empty.

"Okay, Cassie, pick again, then I'll let you out of there." She moved her hands down and clung to the front of the bench to steady herself, pushing herself back again.

"Four." Having got comfortable again, she clasped her hands together and squeezed them between her legs, jiggling them to make the ketchup drip off her toes, and this time closed her eyes in preparation as the siren went off.

Another cheer went up as a deluge of baked beans splattered messily on to her head, splashing outwards and hitting the walls of the tank around her. With a squeal, she ducked her head forward out of the torrent, arching her back and squirming as they impacted on her neck and flowed around her shoulders, creeping down slowly to cover her front. As the overhead tank began to run out, she straightened up again and looked upwards in to the downpour, he eyes protected by the goggles as beans ran down her face and neck.

She faced the clapping crowd again, her smile half hidden behind the layer of beans and sauce sliding down and dripping over her mouth. Shaking her head rapidly to get rid of the beans, she straightened up her ears again, brushing some of the slimy liquid off her head. Boniface opened the door of the tank to let her out, and she pushed herself off the bench with her hands, her feet landing with a splash in the gunge that had collected at the bottom.

Boniface handed her the ribbon back as she stepped out of the cubicle, and she went to the front of the stage and bowed before stepping carefully down the steps at the side.

"Okay, time for another couple." Miles felt his heart beating faster again as Boni looked down the list. "Dusk and Cyrus!"

He let his breath out and closed his eyes, rocking back and forward on his heels. It was just the waiting, he told himself - and every time a couple went in, there was more chance of he and Cleo being called up next time.

Opening his eyes again, he realised that no one had gone up yet, and the furs in the crowd were just looking at each other.

"Dusk? Cyrus?" asked Boni again. No one responded. "Oh well, it looks like they're not around..." He looked out at the crowd once more and shrugged. "Well, there's another couple waiting to go in that I know will be here... Miles and Cleo!"

Miles felt his heart skip a beat, but to his own surprise he grinned. He had known what Boniface was going to say just before he'd actually called their names, and found himself relieved that the wait was finally over. He turned to Cleo.

"Looks like we didn't have to wait after all," he said, taking her arm.

"Ready for this?" She smiled at him. "Now you'll know what I got on IZ."

"Let's go." They walked towards the stage as the applauding onlookers stepped aside to make way for them, and climbed the stairs to meet the grinning Boniface at the top. Miles' fingers slid down Cleo's arm to take her hand.

"OK, you two, let's get you in here," he said, stepping towards the gunge tank and bowing slightly as he opened it, using his arm to beckon them in. Cleo let go of Miles' hand and pushed his rump gently to guide him inside first.

Stepping in to the tank, Miles gasped as he felt the beans that remained from the previous gunging ooze between his toes. Brushing some beans off the seat with his hand, he turned around to face out of the tank and sat down on the left hand side of the bench. Immediately he began to feel the slick liquid left on the seat seeping through his trunks. He put his right arm around Cleo as she backed on to the seat to join him, and watched Boni close the door with a clunk.

"So, make your choice! Three numbers out of eight will save you from the slime..." Boni's grin seemed to get even wider as he looked in to the tank at them.

"You choose," Miles whispered in to Cleo's ear.

"Let's have number eight, then." The chipmunk slipped her own arm around his back, putting her hand on his hip.

Boni stepped backwards, and Miles felt his heart pounding again - now that the threat of gunge above his head was there, his nervousness was back, but it was more like excitement now. He looked up at the pipe not far above their heads, but couldn't really see anything inside it. Squirming a little towards Cleo, he closed his eyes and hugged her tightly as he saw Boniface press the button out of the corner of his eye.

Hearing the sound of the hooter, he took a deep breath just before the gunge came down between them, catching him with a wet gloop on the side of his head and his shoulder. As the flow continued, he felt it slopping down the right hand side of his face and dripping in dollops on to his chest, where it continued to creep downwards in to his lap. He shivered at the feeling - it was heavy and smooth, but sticky at the same time, and the cold, gooey feeling against his fur was welcome in the heat. He bowed his head forward, pressing his chin in to his chest under the weight of the falling slime as the flow was slowly moved towards him, splashing out as it hit the top of his head.

Dimly aware of the cheering of the crowd, he smiled as the flow moved off to the right, and opened his eyes to see the mixture of green and yellow gunge ooze its way down his fur in two streams, one flowing around each side of his neck. Shivering as the slime creeping down his back began to tickle, he heard Cleo yelp, and cuddled his girlfriend closer as the slime splurged off her head. As she squirmed, some of it splattered back towards him and he closed his eyes again, laughing as he turned his head away and wiping his eyes with his free hand.

To complete the gunging, the slime lapped back towards him and enveloped him again, but after a second the tank ran out and the last trickle of lime green gunge dribbled on to his already soaked shoulder as the hooter sounded one more time.

Miles let go of Cleo and wiped down his face with both hands, then turned to face her. He burst out laughing as he saw the state of her, with the mixture sliding down her already covered brown fur and collecting in her bikini top. Her usually jet black hair was an unrecognisable mess of yellow and green, which had mixed in to lime green as the slime dripped on to her shoulders. Her eyes were closed and her smile was still only just visible, but he knew she was enjoying it much more than she would admit. She took her hand away from his waist to clean herself up a little. A couple of thick drops splashed on to her shoulder as she flicked her hair behind her head and looked at him, opening her eyes.

Wordless, he grinned and put his arm round her again, looking out at the onlookers. He waved his messy hand to Mirsha, who was still watching them from the middle of the crowd, and the movement made the gunk on his hand spatter back on to him.

Boniface looked through the wall of the tank at them. "Great gunging! How did it feel?" He pushed the microphone towards Miles.

"Amazing," he grinned, brushing away a stray drop of the stuff that he felt tricking down his forehead. Cleo put her arm round him again and shifted so she was a little closer to him.

"Told you," she whispered in his ear, a trace of amusement in her voice. He smiled back at her.

"I know, you were right..." Sliding his gungy arm around her, he put his hand on her waist and stroked her slippery fur. He wasn't really even aware of the audience any more, though he knew that so many of them would want to be where he was now - in the gunge tank next to the gorgeous Cleo.

"Let's see if we can do that again! Your turn now, Miles - pick a number from one to seven." The microphone was moved towards him.

"Four," he said after a moment's thought.

"Number four!" Boniface repeated to the crowd, and stepped back again to leave them in full view of the watchers. As he pressed the button, Miles hugged Cleo a little tighter and brought his left hand round to rest it on her knee. She placed both her hands on top of his.

At the sound of the hooter, he closed his eyes again just before he heard a wet splashing sound accompanied by a squeak from Cleo, and a moment later he felt lumpy goo spatter on to his right shoulder - even without looking he could tell they were being covered in baked beans. He smiled, imagining what it looked like from outside the booth at that moment, as the substance reached his right hand after sliding down Cleo's fur.

Suddenly the angle changed and the heavy lumps began pouring on to his head. He ducked down again, arching his head up to protect his neck and feeling the beans already there squishing on to the back of his head. He sat there frozen in place as he felt the slippery sauce push the thicker slime from earlier out of the way - it was a weird feeling, but he couldn't keep himself from laughing as the stream went off and he was left coated from his head to his waist in lumpy goo.

He stroked up and down Cleo's side again, feeling the beans on her fur slip through his fingers as he did so. He slipped his hand out from under hers and wiped the end of his muzzle with the back of it, picking a couple of beans off, and breathed out, grinning at her again.

Cleo looked down at her top, where a lot of the beans had collected. The lubrication of the slimy sauce was allowing it to slide down her body a little. Laughing, she brushed the beans aside, then took hold of the top of a cup with each hand and pulled her bikini top up again to make sure her cleavage didn't slip out.

As the applause died away, the panther leaned down towards them, visibly almost laughing at the sight inside the tank. "Looks like you're enjoying getting messy. Just one more now, then it'll all be over."

"Six", responded Cleo immediately, picking a few beans from the back of her hair.

"OK... you've got a good chance of staying clean this time." He retreated again, and Miles leaned towards Cleo, putting his arms on her sides as she clasped her hands on her lap. At the sound of the siren for the third time, she raised both her hands in the air and whooped as dark green gunge dropped on to her head with a slurp.

Miles shut his eyes, leaning a little away as he was spattered as well but grinning at Cleo's enthusiasm. She didn't often react like that to anything. As the stream moved towards him, first lapping against his shoulder and then over his head, he felt that this stuff was a lot heavier than what they'd been covered in before. He screwed his face up, closing his mouth tightly, and held his breath as the viscous liquid slopped down and ran over his face, feeling it drip from his chin on to his lap.

Soon the shower began to subside, and he felt it move away and get Cleo again for the last time. He stayed in place, a sickly grin on his face beneath the coat of batter-like slime clinging to his head and upper body. After a moment he took his hands away from his girlfriend's sides and shook the heavy slime off them, then moved them up to wipe his face.

Clearing his eyes first, he opened them to see strands of green gunge still dripping down across his vision. He moved his hands up to his forehead and wiped across it, looking to the side at Cleo again, whose hair was hanging heavily across her face. Her face now breaking in to a grin as well, she ran her hands through her hair and brushed it behind her head.

"Well played!" Boniface clapped his hands together and then opened the door of the tank for them. Miles took Cleo's hand and followed her out, shivering as the collected slime in his lap began sliding down over his legs and reaching his feet. They reached the front of the stage and stopped, and Cleo raised their held hands in the air, laughing at the cheering of the audience. Miles smiled a little, trying not to look at them, and gave her a gentle tug towards the stairs at the side.

"Should we get to the showers?" she asked him as they walked down from the stage, Boniface calling another male fur up to the tank.

"Actually, I'd like to stay like this for a bit," he laughed. He looked Cleo in the eye, and used his hand to move her sticky hair out of the way of her face. "You look fantastic," he whispered, and embraced her as they kissed, tracing circles with his fingers on the slippery fur of her back.

They parted again, and Cleo looked down amusedly at the strands of sticky gunk that had formed between them. She brought her hand up through them and wiped it on his shoulder, then slid her hand down his gungy fur to grip his hand, leading him back to the front of the crowd.

Miles looked down at himself again rather than watching the lionmorph that was occupying the tank being covered in slime. A lot of the liquid was sliding off Miles now, dripping in little streams from all over his pelt and forming a pool at his feet, leaving behind slick and slippery fur. He brushed his hands along his arms to get rid of a few more beans that were still stubbornly clinging to him, flicking them to the ground.

He looked up and joined in the applause as he realised the gunge-covered victim was being let out, and watched him shake out his slimy mane, spattering a few of the audience while he climbed down off the stage towards the showers.

"Now, the next contestant..." Boniface chuckled as he noticed who was next on the list. "It's someone who I know rather well. Mirsha!"

Miles and Cleo looked at each other, grinning, then both at the same time turned to look for her. She was pushing her way through the crowd towards the front and them.

"Oh, hi," she said with a giggle as she noticed them.

"Good luck!" called Miles, clapping encouragement. She passed them by and walked up the stairs to join Boniface on the stage.

"Ready to go in, Mirsha?" Boniface opened the door of the tank, a smirk across his muzzle as Mirsha ran her fingers through her straight dark brown hair.

"I suppose." She gingerly stepped in to the ooze at the bottom of the tank, eeping as she felt it squash between her toes, and sat down on the bench. "And would you like to come in here with me, Boni?"

At the cheer that rose from the crowd, Boniface turned to them, looking a little shocked but with traces of a smile on his face as well. "Should I?" he asked them, though he didn't need an answer. "All right, but I'll need someone else to press my buttons for me. Miles, could you come up here?"

Miles was slightly taken aback, but Cleo nudged him in the direction of the stage. Glancing back at her, he climbed the steps, running his hands over his head in an attempt to get what remained of the liquid off as he heard a smattering of applause behind him. Feeling slightly awkward, he walked over to the tank, where Boniface was just sitting down, having closed the door behind himself and Mirsha.

Boni raised himself up a bit to talk to him, even though when he was sitting down their heads were about level anyway. "Here's the mike," he said, switching it off and handing it to him, "remember to turn it on again, push that switch on the front... and here's the remote."

"What do I do with it?" asked Miles, looking down at the array of buttons. None of them were labelled.

"The eight at the bottom are what you press once we've picked a tank. They don't really change round every time, I just count them in a different way for each person, you know?"

"OK," nodded Miles, though he was slightly unsure.

"The one at the top's the siren - keep that held down if we get gunged. When, I should say," he grinned. "And to tilt the pipe, that's the two smaller ones right next to it."

"OK," Miles said again, hoping he'd get it right. He switched the microphone on and tapped it a couple of times, hearing the sound being reproduced through the speakers at the front of the stage, then stepped backwards to the side of the tank as Boni settled back in to the seat, putting his muscular arm around the catgirl, who was sitting nervously with arms folded across her swimsuit-covered chest. She shuffled sideways a little further in towards him.

"Well, Boni and Mirsha...", began Miles, startled at the amplified sound of his voice from the speakers. He glanced at Cleo again, whose hair was still dripping with dark green slime. Shivering slightly, he continued. "What's your first number going to be?"

There was some whispered discussion inside the tank about who would choose the number. "Four", called Mirsha eventually.

Miles looked down at the controller and quickly decided how he would count out the buttons, moving his thumb across them as he counted silently. Deciding on a fourth one, he hovered his thumb over it and looked up again.

"Here it comes!" He knew he was copying Boni's lines from earlier but couldn't think of anything else to say. As Boni drew Mirsha closer to him and leaned towards her to get both their heads near the centre of the tank, Miles pressed down on the button and waited.

He smiled as the tomato ketchup was dropped on to the two of them, hearing a scream from Mirsha which was drowned out by the cheer as the gooey sauce rebounded outwards again over the couple's heads. Suddenly he remembered about the siren, and fumbled with the controller, pressing the button at the top to sound the loud hooter.

Moving his thumb over to the smaller tilt controls, he looked up at the tank and played the downpour across the two of them. They were still hugging each other, Boni with a huge grin on his face as the stuff ran down his muzzle and Mirsha with just a nervous smile, her eyes tightly closed against the sauce she was being coated in.

Miles let go of the controls as he saw the torrent easing off, and eventually it became a trickle running down between the couple. Laughing, Boni pulled Mirsha towards him so she caught the last few drops on her head as she tried to squirm away.

"How was it being on the receiving end?" asked Miles, holding the microphone in to the tank.

Boni gave a whoop of approval, leaning forward to answer while Mirsha wrung her sticky hair out at the back, looking down at her hands with a slightly disgusted expression on her face. "Give us more!" he answered, even more enthusiastic than he had been outside the machine. "Seven, this time!"

"If you're sure," Miles laughed. He stepped aside again, glanced down at the controller and counted out to number seven, then pressed the button, thumb ready on the siren trigger. This time, though, the only sound was the empty click.

"Oh..." Boniface shifted slightly, stroking the feline's red-streaked hair. "You choose the last one, Mirsha."

"Two," she said quietly, looking up at the pipe above their heads.

"Number two," repeated Miles to the audience, pressing the remote for the third time. This time he was ready with the siren as the mixture of yellow and green gunge was released, hitting Boniface on the top of the head with a gloop and splurging outwards on to the side of the catgirl's face. She wiped it off, trying to wriggle away, but Miles directed the flow towards her and it splattered messily off her already soaked hair, a lot of it escaping the tank and forming a puddle at the front of the stage. She leaned forwards, her head clutched between her hands and her mouth open with shock.

Miles quickly sent the flow back towards Boniface, leaving Mirsha scarcely recognisable beneath the layer of thick gunge. It had mixed with the stuff from earlier to form a light brown colour which was still dripping off her in dollops, a coating of it clinging to her long hair. She ran her hands through it and tried to gather up her hair to put it behind her head while Boni took the last trickle of gunge on his lap. Laughing now, he moved over to the side of the tank where Mirsha had escaped to and put his arm around her again, one hand raised in the air to acknowledge the applause of the crowd.

Mirsha managed a smile as Miles opened the door of the tank, though it was clear she hadn't enjoyed the experience nearly as much as Boni had. As the two of them stepped out of the tank, though, she couldn't help laughing when she looked down at the mess of slime coating her.

"Good job, Miles", Boni said, accepting the microphone and remote from him. "That was Mirsha, everyone!" he called out as his girlfriend tentatively stepped down the stage and headed back towards Cleo again. Miles went to follow her.

"Was it all right?" he asked, concerned. Mirsha smiled down at him, the liquid still dripping from her soaked hair.

"Don't worry, it wasn't that bad. It was really cold, though. Boni loved it, didn't he?"

"I know." Miles grinned and ran his hand over his head, which was still slippery. "Time for a shower, Cleo?"

"If you insist." Cleo wore her slight hint of a smile again, and glanced up at the gunge-coated Boniface, who was by now showing yet another couple in to the booth, ready to be slimed. "Let's go." She took his hand and they headed off towards the showers together.

"You enjoyed it, I could tell," Cleo smiled as they approached the door to the changing rooms.

"Of course!" Miles insisted. "I told you, it was just having an audience that worried me." He turned to her as they reached the door.

"Well, how would you like to get messy without an audience later on?" She was wearing her usual expression, the secret smile that never gave away her emotions, but this time he could tell she was excited. Miles grinned at her in response, taking both of her hands.

"Chocolate sauce? The shower room again?"

"We'll see." Even Cleo had to grin this time, though.