Authors note: This features the "rivalry" between MSMystique (whom I've named "Alison" in this story, I have no idea if that's her real name or not and I shall not ask) and DunktankVanessa, both of whom have given permission - in fact both have asked that I post this. I wrote myself in as the host. Hope you enjoy.



Vanessa walked into the fetish convention confidently. She knew Alison, aka queenbee17483 on Fetlife (she sure is a QUEEN B ALL RIGHT Vanessa thought) would be there, and she was dressed to the nines; hair and makeup professionally done, $5,000.00 evening gowns, $500.00 high heels, $1,000.00 strapless bra and undies. Her toenails were painted an apple red and she loved the way they glinted in the light.

Over the past couple of years their rivalry became something of a legend in their circles of fetish-minded friends with both sniping snarky comments at one another, Alison openly flirting with Vanessa's husband in public, especially when she was ridiculously drunk (and it didn't seem like there was a time she WASN'T ridiculously drunk) in fact, more than once Alison went so far as to flash her titties to Vanessa's husband, or "accidentally" fall onto his lap and her hand "accidentally" rubbing his manhood.

Vanessa finally had enough of this chincannery and decided it was time to put Alison in her place, so a few weeks ago challenged her to a trivia show at the WAM fetish workshop. Alison responded with, "Well, I did't reailze u wanted 2 b COMPLTLY HUMILATEED but cince u ask, UR ONN!" She then contacted the host of the event who was more than happy to fit them in.

Vanessa filled out the consent forms and made her way to the workshop a few minutes early. A pair of steel chairs awaited her. Each chair had a full piece of paper on it - one with hers and Alison's names on them. She removed the paper with her name and sat down. She then noticed there was a turntable over to one side. The turntable was a few inches up off the ground, large enough for the chair and - presumably - heavy enough for whichever one of the girls was about to get their public humiliation.

5 minutes later and Alison was not there. The crowd seating was filled to bursting with many people wanting to see one of the two ladies get plastered with the deserts and gunge that had been stockpiled.

The host was coordinating a few last minute changes and seemed to be a little annoyed by said changes but soon everything was ready.

10 more minutes passed and no Alison.

Then another 10 minutes.

And another 10 minutes.

"Well" the host said in the microphone, "It appears as though we only have one contestant for our game today. Now....normally when someone doesn't show up that means they lose but the loser was supposed to be the one covered in" he picked up a pie "all these lovely pies and buckets of gunge we have here. But I suppose Vanessa's willing to overlook that little technicality, aren't you sweetie?" he said as he approached her, pie just under her chin. The crowd started to cheer.

Vanessa nervous laughed. "Heh heh, NO!"

The host smirked. "Very well. Do we have a volunt-"

BANG. Just then the door burst open and Alison stumbled in, a bottle of Hennesey almost empty. Like Vanessa, she too wore an evening gown and high heels, and her hair also appeared to have been done up for today. "Hang on, h-hang on, I'm here! I'm -" and she fell over. The host helped her back up to her feet and whispered something into the host's ear, who sniffed the open bottle and nodded. She then finished the bottle and just barely managed to get it into the trash.

Vanessa couldn't believe it! You weren't allowed to be drunk at one of these things, because you couldn't truly give consent!

Vanessa rose her hand. The host approached. "Yes? Did you need something?"

"I was, she......Yes, could I get a bottle of water?"

"Sure." He walked off to complete the request. She started to say something but then held her tongue. After all, Alison would've needed to sign the consent forms, same as her, and besides, this would make it easier for her to win. Plus the whole thing was being recorded, so she could buy a copy of the video and watch it to her heart's content later. The thought of finally bringing that harlot down a peg turned her on a little.

"Okay folks, time to get started! Ladies, you know the rules, just state the answer when you know it; if you get an answer right, or your opponent gets the answer wrong, you get a point, it's a race to score 4 points and the winner gets to have some fun at the loser's expense. So! Let's begin!

"Question 1. This element, the 20th on the periodic table of elements, is known by the 2 letter designation 'Ca.' Name this element."

"Calcium!" Alison quickly stated.

"Correct!"

"The fuck?" Vanessa thought. She shook it off though; there was still plenty of time to pull ahead.

"This 19th and 20th century inventor, while the most prolific inventor of his day, is mistakenly credited with also inventing peanut butt-"

Alison smirked. "George Washington Carver!"

Vanessa, a split second later, "George Washington Carver!"

"Correct! Although I think Alison was a bit quicker on that one, sorry Vanessa. 2-0, Alison with the lead. Next question. The horror graphic novel series 'Locke and Key,' which was recently adapted into a Netflix television series in early 2020, and also has a card game published in 2012, was written by the son of what famous author?"

"Stephen King!" Alison again! What. The actual fuck? Vanessa couldn't believe this! Alison could hardly even stand up straight, how was she spouting off all this trivia like it was nothing?

"Correct! He goes by the name Joe Hill, although his full name is Joseph Hillstrom King. Bonus fact: He wanted very much to not let people know he was King's son, because he didn't want to be overshadowed by his father. Vanessa, you'd best get back in the game here; Alison is one away from beating you. Next question: This Hogwarts school's primary color is blue and known for housing the intellectual wizards."

"Ravenclaw!"

"Correct! Let's give a huge round of applause to Alison for a total blowout!" The crowd was happy to oblige. After the applause died down he turned to Vanessa. "Well Vanessa, you've uh.. well thank you for playing." The crowd laughed. "All right ladies and gents. That concludes the game but we're not done yet! Bring it on out, guys!" Soon three large men wheeled out a moveable dunk tank on wheels. "Vanessa, come with me, please! No no - your shoes stay on!" he added as she started to kick them off.

Vanessa reluctantly walked up to the dunk tank and sat on the plank, sighing. How the hell did she lose? Alison was piss black drunk and yet somehow able to answer every question right. She seethed as her ankles went into the water.

Then a cart with bags of ice came out.

Soon the helpers, the host and Alison dumped several bags of ice into the water. "Oh God" she thought. "My clothes. My hair. My shoes. They're going to be ruined!"

Then she heard Alison whoop with laughter. She turned where her enemy looked and her heart sank. Instead of ordinary baseballs to throw at the target, she was getting basketballs! She looked over at the host as if to say, "What the hell?" but he just shrugged.

Not surprisingly, it only took one throw for Alison to hit the target. A loud "DING!" went off as the swinging arm got clear of the dunking plank and Vanessa made a loud SPLASH into the tank. It took a few seconds for her to regain her footing and break the surface. The crowd, of course, was already enjoying her undeserved humiliation. She wiped the excess water from her eyes and gave a loud noise of frustration. The water was freezing! The host helped Vanessa out of the tank and set her down on the steel chair. Alison came up. "Ha ha, ha ha ha. Ha ha, ha ha ha, you're all wet and I'mmmm nooootttt" she said in a schoolyard sing song voice.

"All right, folks, we've had a great time so far, but that's not all! Take a look behind me at this lovely assortment of desserts! I think Vanessa is a little hungry, don't you, Alison?" Alison nodded. "Unfortunately we don't have any forks or other silverware and we have to tie her down, you know how it is. It's for safety reasons. Or something." Alison gave a "What can you do?" shrug. He offered the rope to Alison. "Would you care to do the honors?"

She smiled. "With. Pleeeaaaasssssure" she purred. "Well, actually," she said, and the next thing Vanessa knew, Alison had unzipped and removed her dress! The crowd of course cheered at the increase in skin that was now visible. She took the rope in both hands and in a few moments, the still dripping wet and now half naked Vanessa was tied to the chair.

"By the way" she whispered. "Do you want to know what I whispered into the host's ear? I'm not really drunk either. The stuff I had? Iced tea. Plain old, boring iced tea. With lemon. Was all an act. For you."

If Vanessa wasn't scowling and so pissed off from losing she might've been impressed with Alison's "drunken" performance. As Alison finished securing her to the chair, the host handed her two very large whip cream pies, one for each hand. Alison lifted them up and the crowd began cheering. She then set them close to Vanessa's face. "Doooooo it, dooooooo it, doooooo it" the crowd chanted. She pulled them apart and began to rush them together but pulled up at the last second. Vanessa was furious. Alison was toying with her! And, even worse, the crowd was loving this! Alison set the pies on the table for a moment, grabbed Vanessa's chin and gave her a very wet, sloppy, ridiculous Looney Tunes-esque kiss. The crowd also cheered for this.

Then she set the two pies, which were already gigantic, in front of Vanessa, grabbed four cans of whip cream and filled each pie with two of them. Now they were just obnoxious! The crowd also found itself loving the additional tease and payoff that was soon to come. "Okay!" Vanessa yelled. "Time to get this show started!" She set the pies inches from Vanessa's face! "Can I get a countdown from 3!"

The crowd was happy to oblige. "THREE! TWO! ONE!" but all Vanessa heard was "three" and part of "two" because Alison decided right then to clap the pies without waiting for the countdown to finish. Caught off guard, whip cream went right up both of Vanessa's nostrils and filled her ears. She had no problem hearing the crowd cheering, however. Alison rubbed the pies all over, getting her face and hair really good. The cold cream fell in globs and smacked her shoulders, arms and breasts. Vanessa had a hard time blinking the whip cream out of her eyes but soon managed, which was more than could be said for blowing the whip cream out of her nose. The air conditioning kicked in, which Vanessa was sure had been set to somewhere around, "Bitter Siberian winter" cold. She didn't have much time to think much else before getting an extreme close up of the next pie, this one with a graham cracker crust. Another pie became a hat. Alison then spun Vanessa around so her back was facing the audience. She then pulled as hard and far back as she could on the bra strap and let it go.

"OW" Vanessa exclaimed. The crowd, of course, loved this as well. Alison then did this a second time. And then a third. Then she pulled on the bra again, but instead of turning it into an improvised slingshot, she unhooked it! And since it was strapless, that was all Alison had to do to remove it. She spun her victim back around, then grabbed two more pies and turned those into Vanessa's new bra. The crowd was now on their feet, applauding. Vanessa tried her best to keep her composure and whatever small tatters of her dignity remained intact. The crowd quieted for a moment, then was soon cheering again. "Oh great. What now?" Vanessa thought. Soon it was obvious - a large container of brownie batter was being poured over her head and body. And it was cold. SO! COLD!

The ropes were then loosened and fell off. At first Vanessa thought that maybe this meant her humiliation was over but the crowd cheered again. The host held her by her wrists as Alison set a large chocolate cake on the chair, then a moment later Vanessa's panties were around her ankles. She was then pushed back onto the chair and the cake squished under her bottom. Alison grabbed a giant handful of what remained and crammed it into - and smeared it around - Vanessa's mouth, laughing at her handiwork. Then, the ropes were back in play.

Then both the host and Vanessa walked up with a bucket in their hands. They then slowly poured slime - a blue slime from him and an orange slime from her - on her. The slime was very much on the chunky side and the crowd was almost pissing itself laughing.

Then Alison pied her again! Good GOD would the humiliation never stop?

The host spoke up again. "And what kind of convention would we be without glitter? Don't worry folks - it's the biodegradable, water soluble, non-toxic kind."

Alison then tore open a giant bag of the stuff and threw it on Vanessa. It stuck to her like glue. Before long Vanessa was a big glittery blob of food and slime.

The host then whispered into Alison's ear. She smiled from ear to ear. "Okay."

Alison then stood to face the audience. She open hand pointed to Vanessa with both hands and the crowd renewed their cheering. The host came up from behind Alison and pied her! Vanessa couldn't believe it!

Nor could she believe Alison's reaction. She was laughing and hollering! She was enjoying this! God DAMN IT there was no winning with her! The host then smiled and put both his hands on his hips.

Alison returned with two pies, one that went right into his face. He was instantly, and obviously erect, and she reached inside to give his manhood a few yanks. Then, after skillfully using her now free hand to unbutton his pants and pull them down, she pulled the front of his boxers out and placed the other pie inside. The crowd was once again on its feet applauding.

He cleared his eyes. "All right folks, that's all we've got for you today, I hope you all enjoyed that. Stick around and we'll have the video for sale for those of you who would like to keep this little bit of WAM history around forever. I have to go get a hose down as do the ladies. Thank you for coming!" and the crowd applauded.

The video sold for $4.99 in the form of a thumb drive for all interested parties. Vanessa later found out that sound effects, like the "sad trombone", a laugh track, and many different kinds of "SPLAT" noises were added in during her multiple humiliations. They even had a bonus reel where circus music was put in, along with being dunked, reversing back to when she was dry, then dunked, same with the first pie hits. Multiple photos of the event were uploaded to Fetlife as well, so she had to endure many loves and comments.

As she finished rinsing off, Alison walked up to her. "Soooo, just wanted to remind you of something" with a sweet, bitchy smile and tone.

Vanessa sighed. "What?"

She put her hand on the back of Vanessa's head. "When you mess with the queen bee" and then one final pie went into Vanessa's face. "You get the stinger. Chow!" And with that she walked off.