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Erin stalked over across the wet grass,. her long muscular legs pumping she was making a beeline straight for her neighbour as she was unloading the groceries. You bitch! Stop right there!

Tiffany wheeled around, her green eyes on fire as she spun, her long brown hair spilling down over her shoulders of her white blouse. Balancing a bag of groceries on a tanned leg, she had to admit that for her late 30s Erins obsession with half marathons kept her fit, even if the short strawberry blonde hair did make her look rather butch.

What the hell is your problem? she asked haughtily, while they were friends going back to childhood the last few years had been strained by the tensions between their daughters and the thought that the other had married a complete ass meant that there was always an edge between them.

That little skank of yours threw Sams backpack into our pool and refused to apologize. Erin growled as she shoved Tiffanys shoulder.

Well maybe if Trish didnt get shoved into the pool by Sam, Tiffany responded, trying to keep the grocery bag balanced.

Well when your supposed friend tells you she got fingered by your boyfriend at your birthday party

Isnt that how you met John. Kims birthday if I recall?, Tiffany fired back, ice in her voice.

Erin turned red, grabbed the carton of milk, yanked off the cap as Tiffany started to protest and in one motion Erin dumped the gallon jug over Tiffanys head. Tiffanys eyes went wide and her mouth went into a perfect O as the bag of groceries slid down onto her foot. You, you, you! was all she could get out as her blouse was soaked her pale blue bra was showing through and her jean shorts were now dark as rivulets of milk ran down her legs.

Yeah, little miss perfect, I did that.. Reaching over she popped open the egg carton and grabbed a couple of eggs, smashing them down on Tiffanys head as she was busy gathering the groceries up from the driveway. Tiffany shrieked as the yolks, shells and white oozed over her head and matted clumps of it together. Pressing her advantage Erin grabbed the maple syrup, ripped the foil anti-tamper cap off and slowly poured it over Tiffanys head. She poured the thick, dark syrup from side to side over Tiffanys head and down over her arms and top.

Curling up against the bumper Tiffany squealed as the syrup was poured over her. She felt gross and disgusting at the eggs on her hair and head, but this, this was just making it worse. Trying to protect herself meant that syrup was going down the back of her neck and up her arms. Her shirt was sticking to her, half sliding off a shoulder, but it was translucent and showed off the blue bra she had underneath it. Tiffanys heart was pounding in her ears as drops of syrup splattered down over her legs.

Erins cheeks were flushed as she just found herself unable to stop the onslaught. The squealing of this girl she had known all her life as she rubbed a big handful of grape jelly around syrupy, egg slimed hair and over Tiffanys face. Feeling her victim struggling against her arm as she had the purple sticky goo rubbed over her arms, face and shoved into her cleavage.. Smiling, Erin reached over to another bag and got the 2 litre bottle of vegetable oil. Flicking the cap off she doused Tiffany with it until she was totally shining and glistening in the early morning sun. This oily assault set off a new round of squealing, screaming and sobbing before Erin took one look at this woman she had put up with most her life, reaching into a bag, picking up the confectioners sugar and dumping the fine powdery mess over Tiffanys head. With the oil and syrup it quickly turned into a white gluey mess of hyper sweetness and Tiffany was shuddering with disgust.

Wiping her hands she bent down on her haunches, rubbed her hand into the mess on the now ghost looking Tiffanys hair. Tiffany was blubbering and sobbing now and Erin wiped her hands off and stood up to walk away. Dont mess with me and dont mess with my little girl. she said as she started to walk off.

Her heart pounding her ears, Tiffany felt the snot running out of her nose, mixing with the paste that had forming on her. Her top was ruined and she felt sticky and disgusting, she prided herself, perhaps a bit too much on her appearance, but thisthis was uncalled for. Her vision going red and not caring any more she stood up, grabbed the nearest bag of groceries and ran. Several steps later, half chased after and tackled Erin onto the recently watered grass, both of them sliding, the grocery bag banging into Erins head. Erin went down hard and Tiffany managed to straddle Erins now filthy back. Youll pay for this bitch!, Tiffany barked as she started to break the remaining eggs from carton over Erins head, then into the back of her shorts, spanking her hard to break them, slime and goo oozing into Erins panties, dripping down her face and cheeks. Her hair was filled with shell and slime, broken streams of yellow yolk oozed over her face as she shook her head, but the slime stuck to her.

Get off me you slut!, Erin wailed as Tiffany finished off the last eggs against her head, rubbing them into her hair before digging her fingernails into a large, juicy tomato to break the skin, then rubbing it hard in in Erins face. Getting another she rubbed it into Erins hair, then shoved one in the back of Erins shorts and sat on it. Erin squealed as the pulped tomato oozed around her ass and crotch. She screamed and tried harder to get out from under Tiffany. Spying the jar of tomato sauce, Tiffany used the bag to pop the top and poured the extra thick sauce over Erins head, then as Erin bucked and struggled under her, reached for the garlic ranch salad dressing. Tearing open the top she slowly sprayed it all over Erins head until she was a smelly lump of red and white and egg slime.

Getting winded, and much to her embarrassment, turned on from the slimy feeling of a body writhing around under her, Tiffany grabbed the brown sugar from the bag, ripped the plastic open and dumped it out over Erins head. Erin screamed and swore and Tiffany just calmly got up and walked away with as much dignity as she could muster. Erin rolled over and pulled the shorts she was wearing back up.

Oh this is on bitch. Dont think that youve heard the last of this.

Keep blowing hot air and your lips will be just as floppy and useless as the ones between your legs. Tiffany fired back, turning around, her blouse half off one shoulder, buttons ripped and torn down the front, stained and soaked. The powdered sugar had glued her hair in alarming angles and coated her body from head to toe, but she felt she gave Erin back what she was owed.

Erin just stewed, the goo running down her ass crack and her back as well as over her face was an interesting sensation to say the least. But in her mind, with competition with her frenemey going back years, she was going to get her revenge. Standing up watching Tiffanys pert ass moving away from her she was already trying to figure out how to set off round 2.

Meanwhile across the street, Alex watched the scene, his jaw still wide at the messy catfight that took place in front of him, endlessly replaying in his minds eye as he headed for the bathroom..


The next day....


Erin stewed silently inside her head as she lay on her back, naked except for a g-string in an attempt to minimize her tan lines. Her lightly bronzed skin glistened from sunscreen in the sunlight and her breasts were slicked with sweat as she tried to relax. She wasnt sure which bothered her more, losing to Miss prim and proper or the fact she kind of enjoyed the whole experience, remembering back to a comedy sketch in school where she was pied and messed during an end of year quiz. Still, she wasnt going to dwell on the past, she needed a way of getting back at Tiffany, and in a way that in no uncertain terms meant she had won and this whole stupid thing could be over with.

Sitting up with a start she realized what she needed to do, and bounded inside not realizing that from upstairs in her house Tiffany was watching her run inside. She was bright and not hearing a phone she assumed that she needed to brace herself for the oh so childish round 2 she had been dreading as she had spent the night getting knots of dough out of her hair. Walking down into her kitchen she tried to figure out the best ammo that she needed.

Yawning and stretching as he opened the door to get his mail, Alexs eyes went wide as he saw Erin carefully making her way across the lawn with a pair of pies, one in each hand. She had obviously just thrown a tee on because he could see her breasts clearly, even from this side of the street, and the g-string certainly wasnt leaving much to the imagination either. He couldnt take his eyes off her lean, muscular legs or her breasts as she walked across the lawn and awkwardly rang the doorbell with her elbow as she got to Tiffanys front door.

Tiffany cautiously opened the hall closet door, making sure her ammo was hidden from view, messed up her hair to make it look like she just got up and opened the door in her pyjama bottoms and spaghetti strapped tee, holding her bowl of oatmeal and feigning her best surprised look. Oh hi Erin. Looking down she saw Erin holding a couple of pies and raised an eyebrow in surprised.

Hi Tiff, listen about yesterday Erin said with as pleasant a smile as she could force on her face.

Oh it was nothing, I cant believe we got carried away like that. Tiffany said, trying not to sneer and be the bitch she wanted to be.

Yeah, I was wayyyy out of line there and wanted to apologize. Here, a couple of those Mississippi Mud Pies you like of mine. You know I dont just give them to anyone., she added, still trying to play submissive.

Thats kind of you, but I dont know if I have enough room in the fridge for them, let me check., she said, starting to turn.

Oh dont worry about it, let me help. I insist!, Erin said as she pied Tiffany in the face as she was starting to turn away. Tiffany yelped as the cold cream, and gooey chocolate cream cheese engulfed her face. The force of the impact sent some cream into the hall but most of it went over her hair and onto her arm and chest. She couldnt see and the smell of chocolate was overpowering as the oily mess slid on her skin. Bringing her free hand up to her face she was met with the feeling of her pyjama bottoms being pulled down and the second pie being rammed up against her bare crotch, the strangled moan, scream and grunt escaped her throat as the pie tin was ground in. As it sunk in that she hadnt been wearing any panties this morning, she screamed. This time she screamed and reflexively flicked the bowl of oatmeal at Erin, splattering her as the felt the goo sticking to her thighs and pussy.

Erin was shocked as she saw that Tiffany had gone commando under her pjs but the noises out of Tiffany were worth it as she ground in the thick, gooey pie. The splash of oatmeal in milk that caught her shoulder and cheek was also worth it, even if she did find the motion of rubbing the pie between Tiffanys legs a bit hard to stop doing for some reason. Laughing, she said Maybe David will eat you out now that you have something worth that fat bastards attention! as she turned to run.

Tiffanys heart was pounding in her ears and she was just stunned into silence as the bowl dropped to the mat on the hallway carpet. Fighting all of the contradictory urges going through her head, she saw Erin turning to run. Turning she picked up the bucket she had stashed in the hall closet and ran out of the door, Erins eyes going wide when she saw the bucket.

Shit!, she yelped, getting ready to run but Tiffany, despite the handicap of the mess and the pj bottoms half way down her thighs was quick to the draw and flicked the bucket, sending a gallon pails worth of creamed corn, baked beans, coleslaw and tomato soup into Erins face, over her shirt and washing down over her as she was backing down the front step. You miserable bitch! Erin screamed as Tiffany rushed out of the door and shoved her.

Whats the matter skank! Can dish it but cant take it? Or upset I didnt let you have a taste of this?, she asked as she pointed to her crotch as they moved onto the lawn.

Shut the fuck up! Erin bit back, her white top stained beyond all recognition and clinging to her tits in the morning sun. The assorted messes oozed over her body like worms and she shuddered, but the slop hid her blushing as she shoved Tiffany over on the grass. Hey maybe you can give the neighbourhood a show!, she said as she yanked the bottoms off and threw them into the middle of the road.

Sitting there, in just her top and pie now, Tiffany seethed. Yeah, theyre tired of you parading your aging ass and sagging tits around here like youre the neighbourhood fuck toy! She said as she stood.

Yeah well at least Ive had something in there that doesnt need batteries in the last decade.

Oh yeah? Maybe you should fix that!, she said lunging forward and grabbing Erins short, messy hair and, having caught her off guard shoved Erins face between her legs. Come on, eat your pie!, she said bouncing her crotch against Erins sloppy face as if she was humping it.

Nevermind, youre not my type., she spat out, and then spat on Erin before walking back into her house.

Erin stayed there on the lawn between their houses in stunned disbelief. The spit and the gooey pie sticking to her face over the other messes, her head aching where she was roughly grabbed by the hair before standing up, still kind of numb, tingly and confused as she walked back to her house, leaving a trail of slop behind her across the grass.

Alex was breathless as he watched the goings on from across the street, to wake up, look out the window and seethat. He was pretty sure that if either of them had seen him he would have cum right then and there in his boxers. His mind was circling around the images of Erin between Tiffanys legs and pretty quickly he realized that he had some laundry to do as he closed the blinds and tried to pull himself together for the day ahead.