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Serenity Base Episode 1 Part 3
By white softpawsx
Posted 5/11/19     92 views
As the team moved cautiously away from the trap that had claimed Uma, Bonnie took back her position as group leader, her bravado that unable to allow her to do anything less. Still, she couldn't help the knot of nerves in her stomach; half expecting to be confronted by another trap or maybe imposing armoured figures armed with guns just loaded with Gunge primed to slime they all by way of greeting. As it happened, all her fears proved to be false as Lena lead them to a control room of sorts, the dull grey metal counterpointed by the bright flickering lights of the round central console which itself stood above a wide area filled with a maze of twisting open topped passageways cut between blocks of solid metal which no doubt were rooms of some sort which doubtless contained the games they would play. Now that she had a moment to think, Bonnie couldn't help feeling a little..disappointed that she had arrived without gunging of her own. Not that she would share it with the others, but seeing Uma's not quite gunging had more than a little curiosity bubbled up inside her at the thought of her taking Uma's place.


Was it curiosity bubbling inside her, almost unwillingly bringing with it the thought of her taking Uma's place? Or was it something more? It was a question Bonnie had no answer too and no time to ponder as Lena cleared her throat.

'So..Bonnie..we need to play a game. Are you ready?'

Not sure if Lena actually meant her or was just asking that question generally, Bonnie nodded anyway. 'Sure. Let's do it.'

'Good. Follow me. I think a nice team game will be a perfect start. Even if one of you will sit this one out.'

'How much do you want to bet that person is going to get slathered in something slimy.' Uma mused, that whisper clearly only meant for Adam even if Bonnie heard it too as he to silently agreed with her. Before she could think on that Bonnie was again disoriented as Lena led the team down a twisting set of turns until she brought them all to a halt outside one of maybe a dozen identical doors they had passed. 'Okay. So..one of you must go in first, then the others can enter. Anyone want to volunteer?'

'I will.' Uma squeaked before anyone else could chime in; Bonnie unable to determine if she thought that was the safer option or she was angling for another gunging. Given her earlier commenting could have been the latter by Bonnie wasn't sure. Either way the combination of her eagerness and Bonnies sudden hesitation meant she was unchallenged for that.


Her stomach still a little aflutter, Uma passed through the now open door to find herself faced with an imposing black chair that while dwarfing her was itself dwarfed by the tightly bunched collection of pipes set directly above where she quickly sat before taking a glance up into the darkness that concealed any hint of the fate that was to befall her. The low lighting was such that she couldn't make out anything but the smallest detail, leaving her with little to do but wait for the game to begin.

Luckily for the excited fur that wait wasn't a long one, the door opening barely ten seconds later to admit her three teammates, just as the lights flared to life around her. Blinking against the sudden brightness, Uma couldn't hold back her gasp of surprise as she realised exactly how messy she was about to become. For above her were suspended not one, not two but three tanks of Gunge in red, blue and green respectively.

Uma was not the only one to have taken notice of Uma's..shall we say..precarious position. Adam too had noticed the almost obscene amounts of Gunge suspended above the cute kitten with more than a smattering of glee, guessing that things could quickly get messy for her. Trying not to let on how much he would enjoy that, Adam joined his team in focusing on Lena's voice piped from outside the room.

'As you can see, Uma is seated below three tanks of Cobalt's slickest, most disgusting slime. Luckily for her, each tank is equipped with a release valve that will safely drain the tank, in the form of the black circle you might be able to see attached to the front of the tank. Unluckily for her, above that is a second valve which will instead of draining the tank safely into the vats below her dump a good ten gallons over her. Each tank will take three hits to drain it fully and each third you pour into the tanks below will score you fifty points. So, if you get all three fully drained, that's 450 points you could earn. How well you do with that will rely on how good shots you are.'

Shots no doubt with the small pellet guns fixed to angular stands that lined up before, and matched perfectly, with the three furs. For while Adam had been distracted by thoughts of Uma's mucky fate, Bonnie had turned her attention to the game itself, working out most of what Lena had said anyway.

'Each of you can take a gun and will have four shots to drain the tank opposite you. You may fire in your own time and may only fire at one tank at a time. Good luck.'

Seeing no point to waste time, Adam stepped up towards the red tank and boldly grabbed the weapon. No stranger to shooting..in video games anyway..he couldn't help feeling confident about this game. A confidence born out as his first shot struck true against her black target with a tinny ping. His confidence did nothing to stop Uma flinching a little as the red gunge could be heard rushing down the pipes behind her, obviously a little nervous even though it didn't come anywhere near her.

Nowhere near was, either unfortunately or fortunately depending on who you asked, where his next shot landed. In his confidence his aim had been a little high, striking almost dead centre against the red target.

Uma really flinched this time as if she knew what was coming, which turned out to be a good splattering of the red gunk right on her head. True, it didn't feel as disgusting as Lena had jokingly made out, she still shrieked a little as it swirled around her shoulders from her lurch forward, her sudden shift only helping for a few seconds before the stream grew to claim her head as well in the red slop. It wasn't that wide a stream perhaps but there was a lot of it which ended up dripping it from her ears and down her neck, even a tiny trickle over her nose.

Adam himself, despite seeing first hand Uma giggling as the Gunge trickled off was torn between a twinge of guilt and a heady dose of guilty pleasure from the slimy spectacle before him. Perhaps it was that guilt that helped dial in his next shot to a clear direct hit on the black target.

Even as Uma slicked the Gunge out of her eyes, Bonnie took to her target. If she was phased by the way Uma hunched a little lower in the seat, clearly bracing for the next unknown gunging with Lena's words about most disgusting slime echoing no doubt in her mind, she showed no sign of it.

Such worries were unfounded as, to the surprise of everyone including Bonnie if she was brutally honest, she pulled off a clean sweep; the whole of the yellow tank drained safely below Uma who perhaps playfully for the cameras beamed out a relieved smile. One that might have been more relieved had still one of her team been waiting to shoot.

Lucci for her part oozed the same confidence as Adam, easily sighting up on the target with a focused squint. Her first shot was a true as Adam's had been. Just sadly that was a fete she couldn't manage with the rest of her attempts, all three going well wide of their intended targets. Which was nothing to how wide her eyes went as she quickly spun to look at Uma who, given the way she was hunched in her chair, knew exactly what was coming to her.

Hunched or not, there was no escaping the dual layered gunging that rained upon her from all sides; the thick sticky green showing her no mercy. From the tips of her ears to her shoulders to her torso was she quickly splattered and slimed, her no doubt grinning face lost for a good five seconds before she emerged slowly, gravity clearing the rest from vision allowing her to look over her body with a shake of her head.

'Well..that wasn't bad.' Lena said carefully stepping up to Uma's side as if maybe rightly so fearing more Gunge. 'Not perfect. But a decent 300 points for your efforts. Let's not let up on those though. Come on, more games await.'

It was with that that Lena lead three clean furs and one slime drenched kitten outside before turning to face them as a collective group. 'A good start. Not bad at all. So..who wants to go next?'

'I will.' Bonnie said, more confidently then she felt. Somehow her sudden..curiosity about being gunged was winning out over her anxiety given how Uma had seemed to take to it. But that couldn't her slowly approaching the door that Lena had lead her towards as it opened jerkily.
Still a little hesitant, Bonnie eased herself through the shuddering door. One couldn't exactly blame her for her hesitance, after all she didn't really have any idea what she was going to see on the other side. Of all the things she could possibly have imagined, it wasn't to find her facing a large brightly coloured...well..castle. One constructed crudely from the same stuff you would expect from a bouncy castle, that odd choice of material forming some crude ramparts as well as the bright red ramp leading up to it. At least, Bonnie assumed it would lead up to it, since her keen raccoon eyes couldn't pick out any other way of accessing the odd structure.

'Great. What am I supposed to do with this?' The vexed and confused raccoon didn't exactly expect an answer to that one, so you could imagine her surprise when she actually received one.

'Climb it, of course, honey. It's a game isn't it? That's kinda the point.'

Almost defensively grey fur rippled up to the black band surrounding her eyes, eyes that quickly tracked the owner of that voice who turned out to be a lithe collie dressed in a plain black jumpsuit that differed from hers in so many ways, not least of which being how it was definitely tighter. 'And..who are you?'

If the canine felt any indignation or insult at that, the way she bounded down the ramp in powerful leaps with her chestnut hair streaming out behind hid any sign of it. As did the smile on her face which offset any intimating impression her clothing could have given. 'Me? I'm a Sentinal. We patrol this place and try to make things tougher for bold little fluffs like you. But we aren't cruel or anything, even if we are going to do our best to Gunge you.'

With raised eyebrow Bonnie couldn't help being taken a back by that, unable to think of an appropriate response. Which was lucky as another reply was forth coming.

'She you've met one of my Sentinals.' The unmistakable voice of Cobalt filled the room even if her visage remained hidden. 'It is against her that you will be competing this time. My game is simple. Behind you you will see two hoppers, one with blue balls and one with red. Each red carried to the top of the castle will earn you ten points and each blue twenty. A red must be deposited in your hopper before a blue can be collected. If you drop a blue, then you will have to go back for another red before you can attempt another. Since I'm feeling generous..and you look like you need all the help you can get...I will give you three minutes to play this game. So..both of you to the bottom of the ramp and grab your first ball.'

With a glance at the castle, Bonnie did as she was told. Even as she sized up the challenge before her, her mind was racing on other thoughts. Mostly that this seemed to..safe. None of her team had been brought in with her to await her successes or failures some place that would no doubt punish them for the latter. So there must be some other mechanism for dispensing the Gunge that she couldn't see. And she wasn't sure if that worried her or excited her. Either way, she was again not given long to dwell on her worries.

'On your marks, get set, go.'

Bonnie wasted no time, springing forward the second the word go passed her ears; her burst of speed keeping her a few paces ahead of the slightly heavier built Collie. After all the evolution her species had gone through, she was still a prey animal in a lot of ways. And as much as it was a almost archaic hang on, she could still out run a predator. The problem with that being of course, that nature hadn't exactly considered bouncy plastic slides as an obstacle to overcome.

Which didn't stop Bonnie bounding onto the ramp and scrambling up with all the natural climbing skill her species could muster. Sure, it wasn't exactly easy going what with the Collie's powerful strides behind her shaking the ramp with every step.

Luckily for her, the surface wasn't as flat as her first brief glance might have lead her to believe, the smooth surface interrupted by raised rolls of the same plastic surface set almost like steps that made the frantic scramble to the top a little easier.

So it was with a little swell of pride that Bonnie topped the ramp first, slamming her first ball home with a triumphant grin. A grin met with a smile from the Collie as if to say she was going to have to get serious now. Well..if she was, then Bonnie could match her game.

It was that thought which directed Bonnie back down the ramp, her descent as inelegant as her ascent. But it wasn't elegance she was after, speed was the important thing right now. Speed that she didn't let stop her from remembering to grab a blue ball rather than a red, making sure it was clasped tightly in her paw before attempting the climb again. After all, Cobalt's words about dropping it were ringing in her head, increasing her determination to not lose focus and waste this chance.



'Well...I think this has to be the first time we've showed someone being blue balled on live tv.'

Her determination not to be distracted aside, Bonnie couldn't help a little snort of surprise slipping from her muzzle, the whole comment seeming so incongruous at this moment. Then again, this whole situation was incongruous when you thought about it.

Focus, girl. Bonnie chided, her thought turned to action as she dived into the scrambling climb that had served her so well before. And served her well this time, so well that she was actually keeping pace with the Connie. No mean feat, given that she wasn't bluffing and going at it with fresh gusto.

Together they stayed exactly neck and neck, and step for step, Bonnie cresting the top at the same time as she did. And not a second too soon either. For as Bonnie slammed her ball home, a sudden rushing gurgling splatter made her turn her head, to see a gush of red slime splash over where she had been standing a bare second ago. Had Bonnie actually been standing there, she would have caught the full force of the drop which was now coating the already unstable surface of the ramp below and it would be her dripping in red gunk Bonnie reflected with an odd swell of disappointment.

Still, Bonnie couldn't focus on that, furiously giving chase to the Collie as she darted back down for her third. Although slipped might be a better word, given that the going was much, much more treacherous this time. Still Bonnie managed to keep her footing until she reached the bottom where she hurried to grab another red ball.

The trouble was her slight hesitation had left her lagging a second behind, the Collie already begun her ascent before Bonnie arrived at the bottom and started her scramble up to the top. Try as she might, she could only stay that second behind her, her best efforts to navigate the now slippery ramp only keeping her just on her heels. Certainly there was no mistaking the triumph in the Colllie's eyes as she crested the rise first.

A triumph that didn't last long however. Barely had the Collie regained her footing on solid ground that she was hit full on by a wave of blue Gunge that wrapped perfectly around her head. While her face was somewhat protected, the suddenness of it meant her hair took the worst, slime cascading down her back and over the sides of her head before the rolling wave slipped over her shoulders to coat her front and back equally in the bright slippery gunk. Her jumpsuit might have offered some protection from the cool touch but the tight fabric did nothing to hinder the Gunge from its claiming of her body.

Her sudden shriek of surprise did nothing to stop her leap forward to slam her tightly clutched ball home. She might have only been standing under the stream for a scant few seconds but her quick reactions weren't quick enough. Not given how she dripped in blue gunk, the excess trickling off her fingers and waist to splatter on the floor below, her still revealed face set in a shocked expression that clearly said she believed the traps shouldn't be meant for her.

Bonnie however was more than eager to take advantage of her disgruntled hesitation to even the score again, even as that slimy display proved that she wasn't going to be able to get away from this clean and dry. That thought didn't stop her scrambling up amidst flicks of slime to drop her ball into the hopper.

Having evened the scores again, Bonnie was not one to rest upon her successes. Knowing that she wasn't going to stay clean forever, she decided to just play the game. So it was that Bonnie returned to grab her second blue ball, pausing only for a moment to find her footing before assaulting the ramp again.

The fresh deluge of blue Gunge still clinging to the Collie now only a pace behind her had made the already slippery plastic even more slip and slide inducing, now of which really slowed Bonnie down as she clambered and dragged herself up to and over the top, free of any Gunge except the few streaks clinging to her chest, arms and legs from her mad slimy scramble.

Something that continued as she again descended the ramp..at least until she was half way down. Here the fortuitous timing that had been on Bonnie's side faded utterly, her next step placing her directly beneath the sudden splash of thick green slime. True, she wasn't beneath it for long, barely a few seconds but that was long enough to give her enough of a coating to mirror the Collie's gunged condition. Already her head down to her waist were clung to by a tenacious coating of Gunge, and that was before she passed through the second. Going too fast to stop now, Bonnie burst through the second, this fresh drop of green goo only compounding the damage caused by the first. Practically dripping slime with every step, Bonnie hurriedly slicked her hair back over her head, even as she fought back a little shiver of almost perverse delight from the goo tricking down her arms and over her neck.

Although bounded might be a better word, her speed seeming to throw caution to the wind as she barrelled through the second drop, adding more to the Gunge layered upon her. Feeling the slime slipping over her shoulders and arms, around her neck and head sent a little shiver that ran down her spine. It felt wickedly bizarre.

Trying not to let the not exactly unpleasant tingle distract her, Bonnie snagged her next ball just as the Collie again bounded at the ramp. Well..bounded might be an overstatement really. While the ramp under feet wasn't exactly super slippery, it wasn't exactly stable walking either, not with the amount of Gunge that already coated it. Still..Bonnie couldn't deny that climbing was more of a challenge now than it had been. Which did leave Bonnie more picking her way to the top than racing up there.

Rather more annoying, the Collie seemed to be adapting better to this tricky surface. Not by much but she had been able to claw out a little lean, the furious yellow gunging dumped over her doing nothing to slow her down even as it slipped and slopped over her body.

Somehow even with her slow speed, the raccoon managed to reach the top without being hit by any more Gunge, her fur absent any serious new coating of sludge as she dragged herself once again over the increasingly slippery lip and up to her feet. To say nothing of into the sudden deluge of pink slime quickly rebounding off her head before the sudden drop found its mark and worked its way equally over her head and around her shoulders like a liquid robe of glistening gunk.

Shaking her head at the incongruous timing of that, Bonnie moved to dump her next ball and dashed back follow the Collie who was almost at the bottom already. Now she took at advantage of the slipperiness to slide down to catch up with her.

In a barely controlled slide Bonnie somehow made it down without face planting in the Gunge and bounded back to her feet, racing forward to grab another blue ball firmly in her paw. Her crazy downward rush had allowed her to catch up with the Collie, almost on her heels as they both moved to tackle the ramp again. Trusting on her footing to help her make up lost ground, Bonnie tried to keep an even pace as she advanced. Something she felt she was doing pretty well as she crested the halfway mark. Which was when things went off the rails. The only plus side was that it wasn't a downside limited only to her.

Both she and the Collie had been making good time, at least until the Gunge hit. And this time it was a big one. While perhaps Bonnie might have at any other time taken the time to ponder if that signalled a change in the fortune of the games, right now she was more focused on trying to keep her footing and her grip, a grip and footing the sudden splash of purple Gunge threatened to steal from her. It wasn't the way it splashed thickly over her neck, back and sides, it wasn't the way it surged over her vision and trickled through her hair and matted her fur. It was the added slipperyness that bubbled beneath her feet and paws, one that send her tumbling back down to the bottom of the ramp. The only bonus being she wasn't alone in that.

For as much Gunge as she had been swamped with, the Collie had been caught with as much Gunge as she had been, maybe more. It had flashed over her head to cling to her fur and drip down her suddenly hunched frame. Hunched low as she was did nothing to stop her loosing her grip either. Or losing the fight to hang onto her grip from the next wave of slippery slime pouring around and over her, blinking furiously as her once forward movement turned into a rapid descent.

Both Bonnie and the Collie were now united in one thing, the headlong tumble they both found themselves caught in as it carried them back down to the bottom to land in a tangled heap. And as if that wasn't humiliation enough, both girls were treated to another head to toe coating of green Gunge before they could even stagger back to their feet. It was, with a small amount of pride, that Bonnie made it back to her feet first to shake of the excess Gunge that had worked its way down to her paws even if that did nothing to clear the rest of the thick goo still clinging to her. It was symbolic gesture of defiance, one made a little more profound by seeing that the Collie had dropped her blue ball while Bonnie still had hers. Something the Collie noticed too if the playful glare she sent her way was any indication. That didn't stop her grabbing a new ball even as Bonnie dashed back up the ramp again.

Well..dashed had been her intention anyway, but her first step put pay to that. One minute she was walking, the next the slippery layer beneath her bare feet robbed her of any traction and she was on her butt and sliding. Not sliding very far as the first step neatly stopped her sudden forward motion, allowing Bonnie to leap to her feet with a graceful reaction she knew she probably couldn't have done if she had tried and continue her made dash to the bottom. Or almost the bottom, for just as she crosses the threshold of the ramp she also crossed right into a drop of vibrant purple. The sudden drop caught her right on the head and blinded by the goo creeping over her face and around her neck, Bonnie slipped and splashed to the floor. Blinking Gunge the raccoon was helpless before the next wave of brilliant white slime that splashed evenly along her prone frame to add a generous coating to from her chest down to level with her hips.

Still..she at least hadn't been the only one, for as she scrabbled back to her feet she was met by the Collie who was displaying the telltale signs of a freshly received gunging herself, her hair and head fur dripping in bright pink goo that contrasted nicely with her dark jumpsuit. Allowing herself a chuckle, Bonnie dashed to grab her next ball.

If she thought the previous few times had been hard going, this was something to beat all of them. While both girls first climbs had been somewhat dignified, all dignity had gone out of the window here as the dual ascent turned into a slippery slimy scramble, both girls more than once having to cling on as a leg or hand slipped from the precarious grip or footing they had manage to find.

Bonnie especially was finding it hard going, having just managed to haul herself up to the halfway point before the already slippery climb became even more so. Almost on cue for the perfect moment to make things even harder for her, the already slime dripping raccoon was forced to duck in the face of the wave of orange Gunge suddenly flung her way. Feeling as much as seeing it roll and slick across her with a great splash, Bonnie was forced to cling on for dear life, only resuming her climb once she was sure of her grip on the freshly slimed surface, something which she matched. With trickles of orange marking her hair, shoulders and down over her breasts, Bonnie looked a real sight as she struggled upwards again; her brief pause having allowed the Connie to draw level with her.

But it was still hard going for them, both girls having to almost literally claw their way up to the top over the incredibly slippery surface. What with the gunge already coating the ramp and the fresh splashes pouring down from the top it was really only a matter of time before one of them slipped again A moment that came as the Collie was caught head on by a splash of blue. Either she hadn't expected it or just the pressure of the hit was too much but for whatever reason one minute she had been clung fast the next she was sliding down to the bottom again to land with a splash in the accumulated rainbowed pool of Gunge.

Bonnie herself hadn't been exactly lucky either, the still green streaked Raccon staggering right into a red deluge of her own which, while not sending her tumbling did force her to pause until it passed. Which wasn't before she was utterly gunged a bright crimson. Still..slimed as she was, she was still able to make it to the top and deposit her ball, adding another blue to her total a good few seconds before the slime draped Collie hauled herself up to do the same.

Again it was neck and neck as the pair of Gunge dripping furs raced down to grab what Bonnie was starting to feel could be one of the last times she had to score. After all, it must have been close to three minutes by now, mustn't it? Determined not to let the thought of running out of time throw her off, Bonnie instead threw herself at the ramp with all the energy she had left.

Her paw clasped tight around the red ball she had snagged, Bonnie returned to the ungainly scramble up the slippery and slimy ramp. Barely had she gone two feet before green slime again descended upon her, the deluge catching both her and the Collie as they struggled through it. Battling the slimy wave, Bonnie hauled herself over the first step and clear of the stream the result of which still clung to her body in huge rivers of goo. Utterly slimed but undeterred, Bonnie continued to struggle upwards, only vaguely aware of the Collie scrambling up beside her as another wash of blue rained down upon them. It was almost like the game...or maybe Cobalt..was getting her last licks in before the game finished.

Something Bonnie couldn't deny as she felt her hand grasp the top of the ramp, another deluge of yellow Gunge threatening to pitch her down to the gungy puddle below. Yet somehow she still climbed, dragging herself up and slipping her way over to the hopper, slamming her ball in just as the buzzer sounded.

'And stop. Stop. Launa..that's enough. Stop.' Exhausted and dripping Gunge as she was, Bonnie couldn't exacrly miss the tinge of mirth in Cobalt's sudden exhortation. 'You did very well my Sentinal. And it was a close run thing. But Bonnie did beat your total by one ball so I'm going to award her 100 points. And very well deserved it was. Let's see how you do the next time I challenge you. Maybe next time you will get away slightly less gunged..but I doubt it.'

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Seems like my plan of shorter chapters to get content out more quickly is paying off I'd say. I'd hope I'm striking the right balance of moving things along and keeping enough interesting content in the story. I do think I'm finally hitting my stride with the games though, the second one certainly a cool idea to write if I do say so myself.

I certainly hope you guys enjoy it as much as me and will continue to enjoy this series. Please check out my Patreon Page where you can support and enjoy more of writings.

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