1.

The sweltering heat of mid-July had gripped the communities of coastal New England for nearly a week when the stifling air was broken by the electronic buzz and peaking audio of obnoxiously loud sound systems. Harking back to the era of the travelling circus and snake oil salesmen, the shrill calls echoed over the seaside town packed full of summer tourists desperately seeking respite from the humid atmosphere. Like the carnies of old, the emcees perused the crowds seeking participants for their sideshow games.

"Who here wants to win some cash?" shouted a burly, baldheaded man into his bullhorn as he walked between street vendors selling their roasted almonds and Italian ice to beachgoers along the boulevard. There were no takers to be found; it was just too hot for the average person to acknowledge such a distraction.

As the irritating hollers continued, a twenty eight-year-old woman walked along the main road beside the beach, eager to return to her rental home after running to the local cafe for a large iced coffee so that she could resume basking in the air conditioning and avoid the peak of the crowds. She wore a red tank top and short denim bottoms revealing her long, smooth, slender legs to the afternoon sun. Her small breasts were held firmly within her top despite the lack of a brassiere. Her old and worn sandals clacked on the pavement as she navigated the street, tripping her only once in a while when she tread over the occasional deep crack in the asphalt. Her long, wavy, auburn hair caught the humid breeze, daylight reflecting some of the red highlights she had recently added, before falling again to her midsection as she strolled. Her sunglasses frequently slipped from her little nose as she sweat while roving the populous way.

"How about you? Do you want to win some extra money?" the bald man shouted to the young woman as she approached.

"I'm not really interested," replied the woman as she attempted to get past the hulking meathead.

"Come on, fifty dollars! We'll give you fifty dollars if you come on over to our setup and compete!" the man responded, half talking into this bullhorn as he did so. A small group of people had begun to watch the exchange with some curiosity.

"I don't know, I have to be getting--" she started.

"Fifty dollars, what do you say?" the man interrupted. Interest seemed to be growing in the crowd as the attempted discussion transpired. The young woman could feel the excitement around her building as she was eyed as a prospective contender in the mystery game, and those watching could feel a sense of relief that the man's carnival howls would soon be coming to an end. Strangers were encouraging the young woman to get involved; the pressure was soaring as she found herself nearly surrounded on the boulevard. She really just wanted to go home, cool off, and enjoy the strip in the evening. Removing her sunglasses to reveal her bright sapphire eyes, she sighed in defeat.

"Okay, I'll give it shot!" she said as the group around her clapped and cheered.

"All right, come with me!" the man said taking the woman's arm and bringing her through the sunbaked mob and over to a short wooden stage that had been erected at the beach on the other side of the street. The woman climbed onto the stubby platform barely overlooking a now growing audience and was almost immediately regretting what she had just done as she saw the cameras and broadcasting equipment.

"What is your name?" the man said, now holding a microphone to her face after swiftly relieving himself of the bullhorn.

"Kitty," she said through a nervous laugh as the gathering applauded.

"I'm Marvin and this right here is I Dare You! The Web series where contestants compete in various dares to win money and lose the respect of their peers!" the bald man answered while motioning towards the cameras. "And do we have the perfect dare for you, Kitty."

Two stagehands emerged from behind the drapes at the rear of the temporary dais. They moved slowly and struggled as they lugged a large item onto the set. Kitty looked on with a bit of confusion as she realized the object in question was a clawfoot bathtub. It looked like an antique that would have been more appropriate in her grandmother's house than on some Internet series.

"Tell us what we've got here," Marvin said, holding the microphone before one of the lanky men as they placed the bathtub onto the centre of the stage.

"We've got this old-timey tub, and we're going to fill it to the top with our official I Dare You! brand dog food and our lucky contestant is going to take a nice, cool soak for half an hour," the stagehand said matter of factly.

Kitty was stunned and only realized that her mouth had dropped open after catching a glimpse of herself in one of the monitors to the side of the set. This was not at all where she had expected her afternoon to be heading!

"What do you say, fifty dollars?" Marvin said while extending his hand for her to shake.

Kitty looked at Marvin, the audience, the still empty bathtub, and back to Marvin. Just how did she get here? She had only gone out for coffee and now she was in front of a live audience (with however many online viewers) with a cash reward to do something gross. Her hesitation was noticed by the I Dare You! crew.

"I don't know if she's going to bite!" Marvin exclaimed. "Is there anyone else here today who wants to win some cash?"

He held the microphone to the audience, recording their frenzied cheers.

"Looks like we have more than a few who want to win a prize," Marvin said slyly. "Tell you what: I'll give you one hundred dollars. One hundred big ones to take the I Dare You! dog food bath, or I'll just have to pick someone else!"

Kitty let out another nervous laugh. Looking at the crowd, the cameras, and running her left hand through her hair she smiled and shook Marvin's hand. Her stomach dropped a little as she realized to what she had committed herself.

A whirl of activity soon followed. Several additional stagehands emerged from behind the set and handed Kitty documents, urging her to sign for the immediate release of the video that was to be streamed and recorded, and all subsequent broadcasts. Another was applying basic makeup to her face, citing the glare of the sun while she attempted to read the contract. A third handed her the white and yellow I Dare You! bikini (complete with the series' cartoon gagging face on the rear of the bottoms) that she was to wear for the stunt just as she had signed the release and finished receiving makeup.

"Come with me, please," said a female assistant as Kitty handed back the last of the completed forms. They walked behind the stage to a small corner out of the way.

"You may change here; no one will look," the assistant said.

"But, you're looking," Kitty said bluntly.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," the stagehand grunted impatiently. "Now come on, the team has at least two more shoots to get through today."

The assistant turned her back, giving Kitty the slimmest bit of privacy as other crew members walked around the set. Adding to this situation there was only a single layer of cloth separating the designated changing station from the eyes of the audience. Kitty quickly removed her denim shorts and purple panties, sliding the I Dare You! bottoms on before anyone could try for a peek. Checking over her shoulders for any meddling gawkers, she swiftly pulled off her shirt and drew the bikini top over her petite breasts. The swimsuit wasn't that great of a fit, but what was she to do now? As she finished her wardrobe adjustment, she drew a yellow scrunchy from the pocket of her now discarded shorts and placed her long mane of auburn hair into a playful, poofy ponytail in the hopes that she could spare her tresses from the mess that she was about to face.

"All right," the female attendant started as she took Kitty's clothing from her. "Head back on stage and they'll direct you from there."

Kitty could feel the swell of adrenaline as she headed into the sodden afternoon air. She walked back towards Marvin, hoping that the hastily constructed platform wouldn't produce a splinter in her bare feet as she made her entrance and awaited the start of her dare. That hundred dollars had better be worth it!

"Welcome back," Marvin shouted into the microphone while placing an arm around the young woman. "We are just minutes away from watching our gorgeous little Kitty take a nasty, thirty minute bath in our official I Dare You! brand dog food! Are you ready?"

He pointed the microphone out to the audience for a resounding cheer.

"Let's bring out the dog food!" he shouted to the sound of further applause.

The stagehands entered from behind the drapes, each carrying two large, five gallon buckets bearing the I Dare You! logo. The pails were brought to the bathtub and the mushy tan, pink and orange contents were poured into it with a damp squelching sound. Kitty felt her anxiety build as she watched the disgusting slush cascade into the porcelain cauldron. An electric pang of dread struck her stomach as she began to recognize the reality of what she was about to experience!

"Oh, that's looking nice and tasty!" Marvin exclaimed as the buckets continued to arrive on stage and the slop steadily rose inside of the tub.

After a few minutes, and about eighty gallons later, the antique bathtub was nearly filled to the brim with a quivering, gelatinous pile of mush. It seemed to bubble in the hot summer sun, its strong odour filling the stage. It heartily awaited Kitty's arrival.

"Okay Kitty," Marvin began. "Are you ready to climb into the I Dare You! dog food bath?"

She looked towards the vat with an apprehensive smile on her face, and then to the crowd.

"Not at all; but I will!" she said timidly into the microphone, and made her way across the stage to the stinking bathtub.

Her heart was moving faster and a few beads of sweat were building on her forehead. She stood at the edge of the antique tank as the pungent aroma of the off-brand dog chow hit her nostrils. She took another glance towards the audience.

Well, I can't believe this is happening! Kitty thought as she delicately lifted her right foot and prepared to slide into the fetid filth.

2.

Kitty lowered her bare foot towards the heaping pile of wet dog food. She winced, barely able to stand the idea of witnessing herself clamber into the bathtub. A soggy, sticky sensation greeted her as her fateful descent began and her foot met with the slimy surface. As she shifted her weight, she felt the glop oozing between her toes and squishing beneath her little sole. The heavy, damp sensation travelled up her thin leg, smearing her silky skin with viscous lumps of food and thick, grimy gravy. As her right foot made contact with the bottom of the tub and the mass of dog food rose along her calf, Kitty could feel just how slick the vat truly was and gently grabbed hold of the edge.

She brought her left foot into the chunky gunk, holding both sides of the bath as she felt herself slip a little in one direction and then the other. She laughed to herself in disbelief at the whole circumstance as the tacky mounds of slop worked their way up and around her until she was at last properly standing in the tub. She calmly looked out to the audience and to the cameras and gave them a solitary thumbs up gesture.

It had felt like some grand achievement just to get into the bath itself, and Kitty knew that she was so incredibly far from being finished! With a slight grimace, she began to lower herself into the pasty pile so that she could properly begin to bathe in the chow and earn her prize. Still gripping the sides of the antiquated container she gradually relaxed her posture, leaned against the back of the tub, and allowed her legs to slowly sink into the sludge. Kitty felt the sopping grime embrace her legs, consuming them beneath its surface and mashing beneath her delicate thighs. The strange squishing sensation of the contents rolling and flattening under her rear produced a brief laugh as she lowered her body further into the thick, lumpy goo.

Kitty was now properly sitting in the tub; the dog food coming up to her belly just inches below her breasts. As she lifted her legs to the surface, she could see just how plastered they had become in the heavy mess. Tan and faint pink wads clung to her skin and slowly dribbled back into the bath. Her little feet had mounds of dog food stuffed all around them with layers of gunk between her toes (and under her nails) that made it look as though she were wearing a rank old pair of slippers. Sitting this much deeper, Kitty could fully appreciate how ghastly the smell of the off-brand wet chow truly was, and she dread the thought of just how badly she would stink because of it when this ordeal was through!

"You don't seem to be enjoying your soak so far," Marvin said sarcastically, a safe distance from the odour. "If you want that money, you're going to have to really get in there! We want to see you covered!"

The cameras circled the young woman like scavenging birds. She looked down the lenses with a disgusted but still playful pout and, realizing that the thirty minute counter installed nearby had not even begun to move, Kitty began to smoosh herself deeper into the soggy pile of dog food. The weight and suction of the slop grew as she eased herself into it. Her legs felt as though they were being engulfed by quicksand as she sank. She actively pushed her upper body past the sticky, smelly surface; the goop flowing between her breasts and enveloping them as she surrendered herself to the mess. Kitty let out a miserable moan as she slowly slid her arms to the edge of the wet food and gently submerged them beneath the jellied surface.

As she lied back in the bathtub, shoulder deep in dog chow, the clock at last commenced its countdown. Kitty squirmed under the sludge; it caressed her body and worked its way around her form with each movement. The flakey, chunky texture squishing around her wiggling fingers made her groan as she attempted to make herself comfortable for the next half hour. Bits of wet food and gravy lapped at her neck and gently smeared some of the hair on the back of head while her soft, auburn ponytail bobbed on the surface relatively untouched.

"How does our cute, little kitty cat like our nice, cool dog food bath on a sweltering day like this?" Marvin said, holding his microphone over the tub, a camera staring the poor girl down.

"It's horrible!" Kitty said with a chuckle as she endured alternating sensations of repulsion and indignity from within the vat.

"That's what we like to hear!" Marvin shouted as he turned to the crowd. "We like things nasty and disgusting on I Dare You!"

The young woman let out a long sigh of revulsion as the audience cheered and applauded her situation. The cameras were loving every bit of it as her face twisted and waves of dog food cascaded along the surface whenever she moved, bringing detailed images to those present and tuning in online. She could only imagine what her friends and relatives would think if they were to find this video!

"But," Marvin began. "I don't think that bath is disgusting enough!"

A stagehand entered the set with three large bags on a cart.

"This here is our official I Dare You! brand kibble, and we're going to top the tub off with some of this delicious treat! How does that sound?"

The crowd let loose a roar and Kitty felt a new veil of alarm wash over her.

"What do you think, Kitty," Marvin said as he approached the helpless girl.

"Oh, yummy," she said caustically.

"You heard her: let's give her some of that scrumptious kibble!" he responded to the enthusiastic audience.

The stagehand opened the paper bags and brought the first container over to the bathtub. The canine cereal fell over the wet slop at the bottom of the tank, sitting on the surface like a cruel ornament. The second bag was poured over Kitty's torso, still buried in the mass of dank goo. The salty flavour of the kibble somehow managed to add to the overbearing stench of the wet food. The last bag was poured over the young woman's mostly clean head. The dry lumps tumbled through her hair, over her face and collected around her neck. A puff of dust at the bottom of the bag settled neatly atop of her when the last of the dehydrated meal had been released.

"Let's give her a round of applause!" Marvin hollered.

Kitty, smirking and, filled with embarrassment, casually raised her arms from out of the bath and gave a double thumbs up, her hands encased in layers of filth as she closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she was elsewhere.

"You're doing great," Marvin said. "Now, you've got twenty minutes left and we really want you to mix up that tub! Get all that wet and dry food working together to make a nice treat for Fido!"

Sighing, she sat upright as pebbles of chow rolling down her back while she adjusted herself. Kitty leaned forward and gathered a large pile of dog food into her arms and drew it up towards her shoulders, the wet and dry mounds fusing and oozing over her chest as she rubbed the accumulation into her skin. She raised her legs from out of the slop and, with effort under the density of the load, squeezed them back beneath the grime, sloshing the dry kibble deeper into the damp, tacky goop.

Kitty rolled herself in the tub, working the dry and wet dog food into one disgusting mess that clung to every inch of her delicate body and dripped back to the tub with a vile squelch as she moved. From her shoulders to her little toes, she was caked in a thick layer of gunk. Only her face and hair had managed to stay comparably clean, and her ponytail elegantly grazed the mess with a few bits of kibble and dry powder clinging to it.

The ripe, sour smell of the cheap food had become so much worse under the summer sun as Kitty stirred and blended the appalling bath. It had long since entered her pores and became a part of her. There was no question that she was going to be one stinky chick when this feat reached its conclusion!

She lied back in the tub once more and picked up her legs, exposing her sloppy toes as she rested her feet on the bottom edge. There were only two minutes left; she had made it! At last she began to relax, even if in a less than leisurely position.

"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" Marvin and the audience chanted as the timer expired. An ovation erupted from the spectators and Kitty immediately wanted to race into the nearby ocean and remind herself of what cleanliness was.

"Congratulations," Marvin started. "But, I think there should be a little bit more before you get your hundred dollars!"

"Oh, come on!" Kitty blurted, still sitting in the bathtub and attempting to wipe some of the mess from her arms with her equally sloppy hands.

"Well, I did say that we wanted to see you covered," Marvin said. "And it looks like you got off easy; you didn't even get a drop of our official I Dare You! dog food on your face."

Kitty's brow raised in reluctance and she forced out a laugh.

"What do I have to do now?" she said, biting her lower lip and shaking her head.

"I'm glad you asked!" Marvin said. "Bring out the bonus buckets!"

A cart carrying many five gallon buckets was rolled onto the stage and parked near the bathtub.

"If you want to win the money, you're going to have to go through this gauntlet of bonus buckets!" Marvin said. "We have thirteen, count them: thirteen unlucky buckets filled with a delectable mixture of our official I Dare You! brand dog food and extra fishy cat food!"

One of the buckets was removed from the cart for Kitty, the audience, and the cameras to see. Sitting atop the quivering blend were a multitude of raw shrimp pieces and an assortment of other seafoods elegantly placed around a heap of sardines, all reeking to the stratosphere in the heat. Kitty was awash with aversion as she watched the container return to the wagon.

"What we're going to do is take each of these buckets and shove them over Kitty's head to make sure that she gets the full I Dare You! bathing experience!" Marvin shouted to another round of acclaim.

Kitty looked out to the crowd and back to the buckets. An entirely new pulse of anxiety welled within her.

"What do you say, are you ready for the bonus round?" Marvin said as he lowered the microphone to the increasingly uneasy girl.

"Why not; it's already everywhere else!" Kitty squeaked, her legs squirming beneath the sludge. She shook her head once more and revealed a humiliated smile as she looked towards the spectators. The audience exploded in support of her decision.

The cart creaked as a stagehand drew the first pail. She watched as he cast a shadow over her body still marinating in the vat. Marvin led the congregation in a countdown from ten. With each number that was called out, Kitty felt herself become more and more tense as she awaited the stinking, messy deluge.

3.

"Three! Two! One!"

The first bucket descended. A surge of wet dog and cat food mashed onto the top of Kitty's head and pulled on her hair. She clenched her eyes and mouth shut as she felt lumps of slime begin to dribble over her face and sensed the pressure of the pail pushing onto her scalp as it was slowly smooshed downwards. The thick sludge oozed over her forehead, past her ears, absorbing her nose and cheeks, and making its way past her chin as it made its final plunge. Leftover bits poured outward, flowing down her neck, plopping against her already plastered breasts, and engrossing her (relatively) clean auburn hair into the gaping maw of mess. The jug was twisted back and forth, smearing the wet food into Kitty's face, over her lips, into her ears and nose. Nasty waves of grime washed through her tresses as the bucket was spun. In an instant the canister was pulled off, sucking her now sloppy ponytail up into the air where it ungracefully flopped over her gunk coated face, excess pieces of pet food falling on top of her head before the bucket was returned to the cart.

Kitty gasped, mounds of mush rolling off of her as she attempted to regain her composure. She pushed her hair back, her filthy hands streaking the last unblemished strands before allowing her sodden locks to fall limply over her back. Clearing her eyes, she saw the auspicious masses offstage revelling in what had just happened.

"Now it looks like you're taking a real bath!" Marvin said in a tone that was muffled to Kitty, lumps of glop clinging to her ears.

Down came the second bucket just as she was beginning to recover from the shock of the experience. Large chunks of dog chow and smelly seafood splattered over Kitty's back and plowed past her face, adding to the mass in which she was soaking. A muted groan came from behind the plastic barrier. As it was removed, the young woman became doused in another thick layer of sundry crud.

"For a pretty little kitten, you don't seem to like your fish that much!" Marvin proclaimed in a snarky tone.

Beneath the piles of goo, Kitty rolled her eyes as she attempted to once more clear her face.

"Yeah, well, I usually don't eat my fish when it smells this bad!" she managed to say in between broken laughter and a stream of slop running past her mouth.

The third pail arrived as Kitty was still engaging with the emcee. It was slowly pushed around her face and streaked back over her head, leaving a large, inch high pile over her features. As the contents poured over her, she let out a deep belly laugh, ignoring the decent amount of dog and cat food that she had accidentally swallowed in the process. The entire occurrence was just so unbelievable and revolting that she could do little else but find humour in her happenstance.

Buckets four and five sloshed over Kitty's head with little resistance; their thinner, fishier consistencies blended well with the absurd amounts of pet chow already hewed to her hair and rising along her shoulders. More than a few raw fish fillets and large pieces of shrimp made their way into the growing hill of mess that surrounded Kitty. She playfully tossed them at the audience partly in amusement, and to somewhat free herself of their boundless stink.

The sixth pail was much stiffer. The stagehand twisted it over her scalp from the very beginning, forcing the slimy, coagulated goop to separate as he lowered the bucket past her face. Several flakes and lumps felt as though they had begun to harden in the afternoon heat and clung firmly to Kitty's cheeks once the canister was removed.

The seventh and eighth jars were much like the first: wet and spongy. She had never thought that she could feel appreciation for the shockingly horrid texture of messy, wet pet chow being forced over her head until she had experienced that gritty, dry pot's contents. Even as her filth encrusted ponytail was once again pulled up and flapped over her face in a humiliating display, it came as a relief. The ninth bucket, too, was a soggy, jellied endeavour with far more fishiness than she had expected. Heavy chunks of shrimp, scallops, and salmon pate squished through her hair and around her visage, leaving a terrible taste of low tide in her mouth when finished.

"Isn't she doing great, people?" Marvin said. "Keep those buckets coming; you're almost done!"

Pail number ten was an incredibly heavy, thick round of creamy pet food. Big, beefy hunks fell over and clung to Kitty's head before the container was even near enough to her form to be properly pressed downwards. When it at last arrived at her scalp, it fought. Hefty gobs struggled to break through the small gap between the sides of the bucket and Kitty's head, anointing her with a nasty crown of syrupy, putrid dog food and white fish that swiftly came apart when the container was dislodged, collapsing over her bemired face.

Buckets eleven and twelve returned Kitty to the more desirable slush she had found herself craving when difficulties had presented themselves. She was not enjoying this experience; far from it. But given the choice between gallons of hard clods and soft, squishy pet chow, she would have preferred the latter. At least it didn't pull on her hair and cheeks as badly even if it was just as loathsome and noxious in the end.

Kitty sat within a mountain of grimy pet food. Sixty additional gallons of mess were piled high around her thin frame, burying her nearly shoulder deep when she sat upright in an already sufficiently packed bathtub. She could barely move, and the stage surrounding the vat was growing thick with food as it trickled over the edge.

"Just one more!" Marvin shouted excitedly. "One more bonus bucket and you win the money!"

She could do this! The stagehand approached Kitty with the final container and she eagerly awaited the now familiar scrunch as it slowly came down over her poor, dirty head. The mixture of dog and cat chow oozed in all directions, layering its filth atop the bed of grime now adorning her face. It felt horrible. It felt like victory.

As the last bucket was extracted Kitty sniffled and shook her head, whipping her squalid hair about and sending portions of wet pet food flying in all directions. She tried to wipe her face clean but only managed to spread the gunk around more. With resolution, her sapphire eyes and smile shone forth on the fifth attempt. Vivacious cheering greeted her from the audience.

"Congratulations, for real this time!" Marvin said into his microphone as he approached the grungy, rank young woman. "You've earned your one hundred dollars!"

Kitty looked at Marvin, and back at the crowd.

"Oh no," she said with determination. "I'll tell you when I've earned it!"

Kitty took a deep breath and plunged beneath the surface of the bathtub, excess dog feed flooding over the sides and onto the stage. After nearly twenty seconds, she fought her way to the surface, spattered in the repugnant blend of wet and dry food along with a decent fishy helping courtesy of the bonus buckets. A loud roar of support echoed throughout the assembly. Her face still plastered in uneven tan, pink and greyish goo, Kitty reached to the back of her head and heartily pulled off her now ruined scrunchy and tossed it onto the stage. She fluffed her rotten hair as much as possible and slid beneath the surface once more. She forced herself through the suction and breached the gluey top half a minute later, unrecognizable. At least a solid inch of foul dog food clung to her entire being with a generous four inch pile decorating the top of her head. She massaged the nasty, pasty helping deep into her hair until it was absolutely matted.

Kitty was a total, reeking mess.

"Now I've earned it!" she said, grasping at mounds of sludge to again expose part of her beautiful face to daylight. She slid back into the bathtub, slop resting at her breasts while she caught her breath.

"Give it up for Kitty, Queen of the Dog Food!" Marvin shouted to the gathering as they howled their approval of her astonishing conclusion to the stunt. "Before she gets cleaned up, we'd like to ask her about this awful, sloppy experience!"

Marvin approached the young woman, still caked head to toe in untold amounts of mush.

"Everyone here wants to know: what is it like to be completely covered in our official I Dare You! brand dog food?" Marvin said while lowering the microphone to Kitty.

"Well, I can tell them that it's really heavy," she began. "And it's damp. Let's see, it feels very squishy. It's warm, almost hot, too. Oh, and I can't forget smelly. Yep, I'm going to stink for weeks now! And all around it's completely disgusting: the grossest thing ever!"

Kitty gave a mischievous smirk to the cameras when she finished. Mounds of goo still dripped off of her head and shoulders, and crashed into the bath in loud splats. Nearly an hour had passed since she first entered the tub. Between the delayed start of the countdown and the awful bonus round, her dare had consumed much more of the day than she had anticipated. All she wanted was a nice, long shower and to lie on her bed with the air conditioner set to high!

She rocked forwards and back, attempting to free herself from the grip of the hundreds of pounds of wet pet food still enveloping her body. Two stagehands arrived and took hold of Kitty beneath her arms and pulled as she pushed from her legs with everything she had. After a little fidgeting, she was finally freed from the mire and couldn't resist flicking as much of the crud onto the assistants as possible, or onto anyone else nearby for that matter. It felt amazing to stand again.

"One hundred dollars, enjoy it!" Marvin said, handing her two fifty dollar bills. "Show this wild gal some love!"

Kitty graciously took her prize and waved to her audience, enthralled by their cries of support as an I Dare You! crew member arrived with a garden hose. The water from the set's portable tank had become quite warm in the summer heat, nearly matching the temperature of the sludge it attempted to disperse. Chunks of filth ran from off of her body, revealing the white and yellow patterns of her donated bikini. Large splats echoed around Kitty as lumps of dog food were broken out of her hair. Her head felt so much lighter; it was an incredible relief. As her wash-off concluded, the set was beginning to be rearranged for another stunt and fresh contestant to be publicly shamed by the show.

The young woman went backstage and found her clothing haphazardly tossed into an I Dare You! swag bag along with a few other prize items such as the series' official pen and thermos. Those had been well worth it all right! She safely assumed that she could keep the now stained bathing suit. Placing her money alongside the other goodies, Kitty made her way onto the beach and into the cold ocean waters. The last of the heavy slop ran into the Atlantic for the gulls and fish to enjoy. Dripping wet, she dug out her old sandals and made her way off of the sands, back to the boulevard, and walked the three blocks to her house.

Once through the door, Kitty went straight to the bathroom and ran a shower where she proceeded to thoroughly scrub her entire body three times over. More than a quarter of a bottle of shampoo later and her long auburn hair was starting to feel pure again. She happily threw out the ruined bikini and changed into a fresh set of summer clothes, leaving her mane to dry in the hot afternoon sun as she sat on the porch looking down towards the beach. The overbearing stench of dog food still clinging to every part of her.