Week 10 of the NFL season eventually rolls around and with it, comes the final regular season matchup between Katy's Green Bay Packers, and your Minnesota Vikings. Both teams are looking like fringe playoff contenders, so today's divisional matchup could have major implications come the end of the season. About thirty minutes before kickoff, Katy shows up at your door, donned in her green and gold, with a large pepperoni pizza and a six pack of Fat Tire. You greet her with a hug, and catch up on each other's week as you head toward the living room. After she recounts a story from a night out earlier in the week, your combined attention shifts toward the pregame show. The experts are all making their picks while the two of you playfully squabble back and forth over why your team holds the advantage this week. After a small pause in the debate, Katy takes a sip of her beer before raising her eyebrows and asking, "Care to make it interesting again?"

Eager to avenge your last defeat and subsequent humiliation, you offer, "Same stakes as last time?"

"Loser does whatever the winner wants?" Katy verifies.

"Yup."

"Done," she agrees. "You sure you want to do that? I know it'll be difficult to top my last idea, but I'm sure I'll come up with something even better." She teases.

"We'll see how the game goes," you chuckle. "Remember we're at home this time, so we've got the advantage.

"Alright, well don't say I didn't warn you," she smirks, playfully shaking her head. "You'll learn eventually."

With that, the commercials end, and the game begins. It is a relatively back and forth contest, except for a pair of long touchdowns by the Vikings. At the end of the first quarter, your team is up 14-3. The second quarter is a defensive showcase, and both teams take the same score into the locker room.

"I can't wait to see you suffer what you put me through last time," you begin to boast.

"Hey, we have Aaron Rodgers, we're never out of it," she remarks. Despite her words of confidence, her nerves are beginning to show.

The third quarter begins, and the Vikings return the opening kickoff for a touchdown, increasing their lead to 21-3. The Packers' next drive is a slow methodical one for a touchdown. The Vikings follow with a field goal. 24-10. The Packers go down and score another touchdown, followed by a pick six on the following drive. With three minutes left in the game, the Packers decide to go for two and convert. You're now down 24-25. With one last possession and one timeout, the Vikings are able to get the ball to the Packers' 45-yard line with three seconds remaining on the clock. Rather than try the 62-yard field goal, they opt for one more play.

The ball flies through the air into the end zone, where after being tipped up into the air, it comes down into the arms of a defender. Celebrations are cut short as the camera pans to the refs discussing a penalty. A defensive holding call results in a 5-yard penalty and one untimed down. The Vikings send out the special teams unit for the now 57-yard kick. A timeout is called to ice the kicker. Play finally resumes. The snap is high, and shoots through the holder's hands. There is a mad scramble followed by a pileup on top of the football. Whistles blow. It doesn't matter who has it at the bottom of the pile. The Packers win again.

"YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!" a now buzzed Katy screams while parading around the living room. After some more jawing back and forth, you lead Katy out to her ride. She wraps you in a warm hug and teases that she'll find some way to one-up your last punishment.

Midway through the week, you are sitting at your desk working on homework when the phone rings. Katy's ridiculous smile fills your screen.

"Hellooooo," you answer, reluctantly waiting for what's next.

"I've got it," she starts, barely able to contain her excitement. "You get to help with our fundraising this weekend. Show up at the house Saturday a little before noon and I'll fill you in. Can't wait," she hangs up the phone mid laugh.

Exhausted from schoolwork, you manage to sleep in until 10 on Saturday. You roll out of bed, make breakfast, and shower, before realizing the latter part of that routine may soon become irrelevant. 11:30 rolls around, and you head out toward the Psi Alpha Mu house. It is one of six houses on the edge of campus that make up your school's "Sorority Row". There are more sororities, but being a smaller school, the other houses are scattered about the outer fringes of the campus. Katy meets you in front of the house, beaming with excitement. She gives you a big hug and asks if you're ready to see what she has in store for you. You roll your eyes, and she continues.

"So as you already know, it's Sorority Philanthropy Weekend," she gestures to the mini neighborhood. "We've got Pie a Pi Phi, lawn games, car washes, parties, auctions all leading up to our new main event."

"I'm guessing that's where I come in?"

"Wow, nothing gets by you," she teases. "This year, all of the sororities are banding together to do our new 'Gunge a Greek' finale. Girls from all of the houses have signed up to take better pies or bigger messes that will all be auctioned off live. This leads up to our main, main event, you."

"Oh god, what did you sign me up for?"

"Just enjoy yourself and be ready to go around four thirty. I've got to go help with our other fundraisers," she leaves you with a devilish ear to ear grin. You explore the neighborhood, play some of the games and hang out at the various parties until 2:50, where an announcement is made that the Gunge a Greek auction will be starting in the central quad in 10 minutes. The entire crowd gradually makes its way to a stage that has been set up at one edge of the central field. You join the crowd and watch as various girls that you recognize from around campus auction off their agreed upon punishments. Katy even takes a chocolate creme pie to the face, that you were outbid on by her best friend.

The show carries on until a little after four, when a large prize wheel is placed at one end of the stage as three recently slimed Tri Delts clear off the other side. A now clean again Katy then wheels out a set of height-adjustable stocks and places them center stage. You begin to piece together what is about to happen. Katy calls you up onto the stage while giving you an over the top introduction. She explains your predicament to the crowd, and elaborates that she will be auctioning off wheel spins, and random other messes until she sees fit. She continues that that could take a while since your team lost both meetings this season. This elicits a wild roar from the crowd.

"Without further ado, let's lock up our stooge," she concludes. Two other stagehands help you into the stocks, locking you in, and sealing your fate. They set you to the classic bent over height, before returning to either side of the prize wheel. "Now since this show is my creation, I think it's only fair that I get to break in the wheel, no?" She pumps up the crowd. After delaying a few moments to build suspense, she gives the wheel a strong spin. After what feels like forever, the wheel stops and you await the result.

"Cake in the face!" she exclaims. She walks over to one of the many mess carts that have finally stopped being wheeled to the stage, and selects a small, white sheet cake with different colored flowers around the edges. She holds it up triumphantly to the crowd before taking her place in front of you. "Oh my god, I thought you were going to win that pie earlier," she chuckles. "But nope. Thankfully that will still have to wait. In the meantime, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. This is going to be so fun."

With one had gripping each of the short ends of the rectangular cake, she quickly forces it into your face, wrapping the dessert around your head, thus engulfing your face, and filling your ears with the thick frosting. The crowd goes absolutely berserk. Katy clears your eyes and ears before taking a long exaggerated bow to the crowd.

"Alright, who wants the next spin? We'll go twenty dollars for this one." Hands shoot up throughout the crowd and Katy points to a girl wearing a school football jersey. She scampers up onto the stage and eagerly spins the wheel.

"Pie sandwich! Another good one," Katy exclaims. The donor selects a pair of coconut cre pies from one of the carts and walks over to you. The tipsy blonde pauses for a second, suddenly recognizing the craziness of the present moment. She shakes back to and forcibly slams the pies into either side of your head. Your world goes dark. Katy's announcement is muffled by the pie filling in your ears. You are able to make out something about backsplash, and assume that the girl's exuberance has caused a decent amount of the pie to spray back onto her.

The stagehands scrape the mess off of your face, and by the time you can see again, a tall redhead is already approaching you with a large bottle of chocolate syrup. More helpers raise your stocks so that you are almost standing upright. The drunk ginger takes a lick of chocolate syrup from her finger before breaking into a merry laughter as she begins pouring the contents over your head. The slimy dark goo cascades over your head, face, and back. You feel a pause in the flow, leading you to believe that the bottle is empty. Then you feel a quick tug at your waistband. Much to the crowd's delight, your tormentor has slid the nozzle of the bottle into the front of your underwear.

She gives the container a few pulsed, sharp squeezes, forcing the mess into your boxer briefs. The sensation sends you into a surprisingly pleasured shock, as the goo starts to drip down your legs.

"Wooow, certainly raising the bar," Katy begins with genuine awe in her voice. You hear the wheel begin to spin again as a stagehand wipes the chocolate from your face. "Pie pelt!" Katy exclaims. She continues by selecting five more donors. Each is handed a large creme pie as they walk onto the stage. Katy grabs another and joins the others in the ring in front of you.

One of the helpers sneaks out and attaches a chin rest to the stocks, ensuring you are looking straight ahead and unable to protect yourself from the oncoming assault. SPLAT! The first pie explodes in your face, sending splatter everywhere. One at a time, five more pies are forcibly launched at your head, each one erupting on impact. The crowd erupts into a wild fervor as two stagehands scrape the mess from your head and remove the chin rest. As soon as they are finished, you see a petite brunette standing in front of you, holding a large bucket of melted mint chocolate chip ice cream.

She asks the stagehands to lower you to your initial position so that she can reach the top of your head. They oblige, and quickly thereafter, you feel a wave of cold slop hit the top of your head, before running down your back. She rubs her hands over your body and into your face, adding to your discomfort.

"Alright, let's keep this generous momentum going," you hear Katy announce. You hear the wheel spin again and when it stops, Katy proclaims "Free for all! This is a great one. You have five minutes to do whatever you want to him!" Bids are shouted from throughout the crowd, and eventually a winner is chosen, offering $300. A stunning blonde girl approaches the stage to chants from the crowd. She is followed by her redheaded friend, who chipped in on the donation.

Katy agrees that they may both partake and thanks them for their charity. The girls waste no time and begin stockpiling pie carts around you. Katy sets the clock and yells "Go!"

The girls begin by taking turns pieing you. The redhead slams a chocolate creme pie into your defenseless face. The blonde follows by wiping a banana creme pie from your chin, up to the top of your head, filling your nose in the process. These techniques are repeated many more times, with the occasional pie sandwich thrown in the mix.

"Two more minutes!" Katy yells. The girls spin your stocks around so that you are now facing away from the crowd. They motion for the camera operator to come film your front side for the monitors on either side of the stage. Suddenly you feel the back of your pants being pulled down, exposing your bare butt to the crowd. In your helpless state, the blonde slams a pie into your exposed ass, holding it in place as she pulls your pants back up. In the distraction, the redhead slides a pie into the front of your underwear, and begins to massage it around. The blonde then grabs your waistband and jerks your underwear upward.

A stunned and flustered Katy shouts, "Ok, time's up," as she and her helpers come to your aid. In the time before they can get there, the crowd erupts with laughter and cheers as the screens show your face alternate between expressions of agony and ecstasy. The helpers get the girls away from you as Katy frantically wraps up the show. The buzzer sounds as she thanks everyone for their support. Organizers begin breaking up the crowd as Katy unlocks you.

"I'm so sorry, that got very out of hand, very quickly," she apologizes. "I mean it was meant to be humiliating, but those two took it too far." Still in shock, you thank the girls for coming to your aid and ask Katy where you can clean off. She leads you to her house and let's you get cleaned off.

After a long shower and some time to process, you exit the bathroom and meet Katy in the living room. After a somewhat tense discussion and several more apologies, you end on good terms. You explain that while that crossed a line, she couldn't have known the volunteers would do that, and she quickly intervened. She promises that she'll figure out a way to make it up to you and gives you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as you leave. Worn out and confused by today's events, you walk back to your apartment and go to sleep.