Beth and Sam have been dating for almost two years. The way they met was simple enough, teammates on the female hockey team in college, they were both known for being vicious competitors on the ice.

However, when there was no puck in sight, the two couldn't help but melt for one another, their personalities simply meshed, it helped that they were both very attractive in their own way.

Beth sported brown hair and big brown eyes, she was the curvier of the two, sporting a buxom chest with big and firm rear end. She grew up in the Midwest, often playing on all boy hockey teams, and it's a known fact in her hometown that she hit harder than any of those boys.

Sam had an easier time getting into the sport they both love, growing up just south of Calgary, she was a true Canadian. She was a bit skinnier than her girlfriend and possessed deep blue eyes and bright blond hair. Though smaller and less hard hitting, she was notoriously a speed demon on the ice.

The two had an apartment together, and it was a big night in their home, as the US women's hockey team was set to square off against team Canada, with a gold medal on the line.

The two were sitting on their couch waiting for the game to start, when Sam piped up first.

"You know, we've already beaten team USA once, what makes you think we can't do it again?"

Beth rolled her eyes "well Ms. Canada" she quipped "This time the gold is on the line, and there is no way the U.S. loses to you Canadians twice, American women always come through when it matters most."

"I'm just saying, in the last game you're Yankees looked mighty slow" said Sam, expecting to get a rise out of Beth. And she succeeded

"That's nonsense and you know it! If anyone looked slow it was your Canadians, it must be all that syrup you drink."

This in turn got a rise out of Sam

"For the hundredth time, we don't drink syrup in Canada, and besides your one to talk. All the junk food Americans eat, I can't believe the U.S. even had a enough people in shape to send the olympics." Said Sam with some venom in her voice

"That's rude!" Beth yelled "You're just jealous of American food, AND how much better the U.S. is at hockey."

"You're food is gross" said Sam deadpan "You put barbecue sauce on everything and than wash it down with odd desserts like apple pie, I'd rather have poutine any day!"

"Well at this rate I'd rather smash an apple pie in your face than watch you eat one"

Sam reasoned quickly "And I would rather pour syrup over your head than offer you any delicious poutine right about now."

The two sat quiet for a minute, this time Beth broke the silence.

"You know what? Let's bet on the game. But not with money."

"What's the bet?" Sam was more than intrigued

"WHEN the U.S. wins gold, you put on that pink one piece swimsuit I like, and I give you a tour of some American cuisine."

"So, if you win you want me to eat gross American barbecue in a swimsuit?" Sam chuckled

"No we're way past that" Beth grew serious, "I'm going to make you WEAR American cuisine in that skimpy swimsuit."

Sam was shocked, but she refused to let Beth see it. She knew how Beth got, and she knew she was equally as competitive. Most times she would let cooler head prevail, but this time was different. Maybe because she so badly wanted to win, or to see Beth dripping in mess, she doubled down.

"You are ON! But when Canada gets the gold it's a Canadian food tour for you."

"Yeah whatever" Beth shrugged

"On that's not it" continued Sam, "You want to make me wear a swimsuit in February? Than I'm going to make you wear your Halloween costume."

Beth's mouth went into an 'O' of shock

"You meanthe French maid costume?"

"Damn right." Smiles Sam

And so the table was set, either an American food sploshing for the perky blonde Canadian, or a Canadian style slopping for the buxom, confident American. All that was left to do was watch the game.

It started as a blowout with Canada going up 2-0 early, and Sam mocking Beth asking her what kind of syrup she preferred.

Eventually the U.S. did make it a one goal game, and Beth began to mock Sam in a similar fashion, asking her what her favorite brand of barbecue sauce is.

But in the end, Canada held onto their lead and took the gold.

Sam sat in the couch with her hands up in the air in celebration, Beth just had her face in her hands.

Sam was first to speak "so looks like I need to make a trip the grocery store after work tomorrow! Any request? You'll be the one wearing the stuff after all. Actually you know what? You don't have a choice, just be in the bathtub in that maid outfit tomorrow night."

Beth groaned "I can't believe this is happening"


The following evening, it was showtime.

Sam dressed for the occasion, sporting a Canadian hockey jersey, she called to the bedroom.

"Okay loser, come on out!"

Beth emerged wearing a skimpy French maid costume, the costume was trying its hardest to contain her chest, while the skirt barley covered her large backside, she could certainly feel the breeze.

"Give me a twirl" mocked Sam

Beth, sporting a big pout, did as told.

Afterwards, Beth stepped into the tub, and looked out at what Sam had for her. She saw the two bottles of syrup, she expected that. But then she noticed three buckets, and she shuddered at what Sam had planned.

"Oh we'll get to all of those in a bit" Said Sam "But first, because I'm a good sport, I want you to feel a little at home, close your eyes."

Beth did and waited in dread at what that meant, it wasn't long before she felt the impact on her face of something think and mushy. She finally got a taste of it, and it was apple.

"You pied me with an apple pie?!" Said Beth humiliated, certainly this was a food item she had planned for Sam if the Americans had won. But now, it was her who was the victim of her own forfeit.

"Terrible right?" Joked Sam "Now, onto some good food. Look up."

Beth balled her fists at her side and looked up as Sam began to empty two bottles of syrup over her face and hair at the same time. It got everywhere.

Beth groaned out loud at the thought of the damage the syrup was doing to her hair, as well as the sensation of syrup running down her top all the way to her toes.

Finally it was over, and Sam began the next phase of punishment.

"I've decided to to finally make you try some poutine, but since I know how picky you are, I'll have you try it one ingredient at a time." She picked up the first bucket.

"Now, French fries are the main ingredient of poutine, but I didn't think they were messy enough. So, I got so instant mashed potatoes, I mean it's what fries are made of!"

"That stuff smells terrible." Muttered Beth

"Better you than me" said Sam as she took a handful and smeared it on Beth's face, causing Beth to gag. Sam than smeared some on Beth's chest. Before she knew she only had half a bucket. She knew exactly what she wanted to do.

"Flip that skirt up and open those panties" she ordered

"No way!" Beth said ready to fight

"Yes way! You made this bet, now be a woman of your word or I will get my phone and start taking pictures"

Beth knew she was in a corner. She pouted again, flipped her maid skirt, and opened her black panties.

Sam chuckled and began to pour the goopy mess into her partners panties

Beth's face contorted with disgust, this was a sensation like any other, a total invasion of her nether regions.

"Now turn around" demanded Sam

Beth knew what was next, and she was confirmed correct when she felt the mashed Potatoes nestle into her crack. What she was no prepared for was the massive wedgie that followed

"HOLY FUCK" she yelled "Oh my god I think there's potato inside me you bitch!"

Sam could only laugh "Hey don't blame me, your team LOST, remember?"

Beth was speechless.

After the potatoes came the next ingredient, cheese curds. Sam deposited a small bucket full done Beth's panties, as well as her top. A short, but uncomfortable addition to the foods she was already wearing.

"Here's the good news, there's only one bucket left. The bad news is that it's gravy."

Beth just bit her lip

Sam began to pour, the gravy completely envelopes Beth. It cascaded over her hair, face, legs, feet, and somehow managed to find its way into her already stuffed Halloween costume. She looked ridiculous, and she knew it.

"Aww you're such a good sport" mocked Sam

"Just shut up and help me out of here." Beth seethed

"Well, not yet" laughed Sam

"What are you talking about?" Asked Beth, now nervous

"Well" began Sam "The point of this bet was to help each other to try our home nations foods, and you really haven't tried poutine yet." Sam explained while taking a spoon out of her back pocket.

"I went through all that trouble making you a plate of poutine in those panties, I think you should try it."

"No babe come on that's too much-" Beth began

"Well it's this or photos."

Beth took the spoon while staring daggers at Sam. She scooped some of the makeshift poutine out of her panties, which was a very uncomfortable feeling, and took a deep breath as she placed the spoonful in her mouth. She gagged, but managed to get it down.

"Wow that looked gross!" Said same excitedly "So, how was your panty poutine, loser?"

"Terrible" groaned Beth

"Well good, losing should feel that way. Now, clean this up, you're already dressed as a maid anyway"

Sam sauntered off to the living room, leaving Beth in the tub, caked in mess, and perplexed.

**END**