Author's Note!

When I first started writing this story, I had envisioned a final version where the audience had a role in determining the results. by the time I got to writing the ending, though, the final tally had shifted a couple of times, and I wanted to write both endings. So I did. This is the ending I'd consider the "canon" ending, since the poll ended up favoring Brigid, but that doesn't make the alternate ending any less fun!

Please read this part after you've read Part 1 and sided with Brigid. If you sided with Karly, read Part 3 instead!
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Both girls looked up at the screen as the votes began to pour in on either side. Eventually, however, both counts slowed to a crawl. In large letters, a glowing "54%" next to Brigid's name, overshadowing the "46%" next to Karly's name.

"Congratulations, Brigid!" Missy said as she made her way over to Brigid's tank. "You've won the audience vote and the right to choose the first key in tonight's game. Choose wisely now!"

"I'll take" Brigid said slowly, looking over the selection of keys. "Key number Four! It's my lucky number, after all!" One of the assistants turned the key in the lock, and after a tense second of waiting, buckets of runny green gunge dumped down from the ceiling onto Keith's head. Keith shivered and sputtered in his seat, while Brigid gave a small giggle.

"Karly, it's your turn!" Missy said, turning her attention to Karly's booth.

"How about Seven, if we're going to be playing with lucky numbers?" Karly said, crossing her legs confidently. The assistants turned the key as Karly's eyes wandered up towards John's tank. However, she flinched when she heard a thick, heavy splattering on the plexiglass above her, as her tank began to fill with bright red slop.

"Uh oh, Karly!" Missy shouted. "That's the first part of your gunge tank filled! You better hope Brigid doesn't find the other two for you! Speaking of, Brigid, what key would you like?"

"I'll take the first one!" Brigid said, her voice slowly gaining some confidence. As the key was turned, two small pipes in the front of John's cage exploded with cream, coating him before he had a chance to put his arms up to block.

"Alright, let's try number Nine!" Karly said. The key turned, and Brigid jumped slightly in her seat at the sound of the sticky mire slowly pooling above her head.

"And we're tied!" Missy exclaimed. "Now it's getting interesting!"

"Ok, can I have number Three, please?" Brigid asked, her eyes occasionally glancing up nervously at the gunge above her. While she was preoccupied with the mess hanging above her, however, she barely paid attention to the gunge dropping down onto Keith instead.

"Bad luck, Brigid." Missy said. "Or good luck, if you wanted to get your boyfriend as messy as possible before dunking him. Provided, of course, that Karly doesn't slop you before that happens! Speaking of; Karly, what key would you like next?"

"I'll take Six!" Karly shouted. However, her enthusiasm quickly turned to dread when the tank above her head started filling with more of the syrupy blue slime.

"Be careful now, Karly." Missy teased. "I don't think that tank is going to hold much more. Brigid, what key do you think is going to push it over the edge?"

"I dunno." Brigid said, trying to play off a nervous shrug. "Eight, maybe?" Brigid crossed her fingers and waited, only to be met with Keith's cage giving him a new fresh cream coating. "Oh come on!" Brigid cried. "Did I really hit all of them?"

"It would seem so, Brigid." Missy said. "But that doesn't mean that Karly is safe. After all, there's only three keys left, and one of them is going to fill her own tank. So what's it going to be, Karly? Which key do you think is going to keep you in the game?"

Karly stopped and looked at the three remaining keys, all trace of confidence slowly draining from her face as she realized her predicament. Slowly, she came to a decision.

"I'll take number Ten, Missy." Karly said, immediately flinching afterwards. She waited a moment, and heard nothing. Until, at least, another round of gelatinous blue glop dumped down into Brigid's tank.

"Looks like it's all down to you, Brigid." Missy said, giving the girl a predatory smile. "This next choice will decide it. Will you finally manage to find one of Karly's keys and get revenge on your boyfriend, or will you hit your own and hand this game to Karly?"

Brigid studied keys Two and Five, trying desperately to intuit a difference in the two that could help her. However, her face fell when she saw that the keys were exactly identical. There was nothing she could do but make a blind guess and hope it was right.

"I'll take" Brigid said, each world dripping with uncertainty. "Key number Two."

"Alright, girls. Let's see if Brigid's intuition is on tonight." Karly turned to watch the assistants turn the final key, and the whole studio waited silently in anticipation. All until the gunge began to fall down, filling the tank above Karly's head. Karly's face fell as both Brigid and John's booths unlocked.

"Well chosen, Brigid!" Missy said, guiding Brigid over to a lever by the dunk tank. "And congratulations, John, for avoiding a truly sticky fate."

"Thanks, Missy." John said as the assistants helped him off his seat above the dunk tank and over to the lever above Karly's tank. "It's going to feel really good to pull this lever, let me tell you."

"I can imagine, John." Missy said. "Karly, any last words?"

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" Karly cried.

"Yeah," John said. "It kind of is. It's not going to stop me from doing THIS, though!" John laughed as he pulled the lever, dousing Karly in a stream of viscous red gunge the consistency of half-melted ice cream. The walls of the perspex box were coated in mess, keeping Karly hidden from view until the door opened to reveal her. Her hair was in shambles as thick globules of gunge cascaded down from her forehead. She stamped her feet uselessly in the box, shivering wildly. Underneath the slime, some of the audience members in the front rows could make out the outline of a pout.

"That was lovely to see." Missy said, turning her attention back to Brigid. "Keith, any last words?"

"Bri, you earned this." Keith said. "I'm sorry I blew you off. Are we cool once this is all over?"

"Yeah, Keith." Bri said with a calm smile. "We'll be cool. At least, if you'll still have me after this!" With that, Bri pulled her lever, sending her boyfriend dropping down into the mire below. Slow, swampy bubbles pierced the surface after a moment, before Keith's form, caked in the slop, breached the surface. He was completely covered head to toe in the mess, and tried to wipe the gunk from his face before losing balance and tumbling back into the mess. He surfaced a second time and clumsily made his way over to the edge, where Brigid was waiting. She wiped a bit of the gunge from his eyes when he arrived, and moved in cautiously for a kiss on the cheek. Keith was waiting for it, however, and tried to splash Brigid with gunge from the tank. Brigid shrieked playful as she jumped back, giving Keith a playful look.

"Aren't you two adorable." Missy said. "I hate to cut in, but Brigid, do you have your satisfaction?"

"Yeah, I think so." Brigid said, giving Keith a smile.

"I was going to say, there is another round of punishment." Missy replied. "As the winner, both you and John have the opportunity to send your partner to face the Wheel of Forfeits for a final humiliation. Are you sure you want to let Keith off so easily?" "Yeah, I think so." Brigid said. "That was really satisfying on its own, honestly."

Missy huffed. "Suit yourself. John, do you at least want a chance at some more revenge?"

"Hell yes." John said. "What do I have to do?"

"All you have to do is spin this wheel here, and that will determine what terrible final forfeit Karly is going to have to endure as punishment for her failure here today."

"Wait, what?!" Karly said, stepping out of the gunge tank. "Really? C'mon, man, you owed me for this!"

"And I'm positive this is going to come back to bite me later." John said. "But I really want this right now. Let's give this wheel a spin!" John made his way over to the Wheel of Forfeits and gave it a hardy spin. Eventually, the wheel slowly came to a stop on "Beach Boys"

"Ooh, nice choice!" Missy said. "We'll be right back, everyone. I do hope this show is airing after the watershed. This could get a bit sloppy!"

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After another break, the stage was reset to look like a scenic boardwalk, with an elaborate painted ocean backdrop. In the center of the stage, a large curtain concealed something big. Missy strolled onto the stage, having changed her evening gown out for a classy tank top and khaki booty shorts, Brigid and Keith came along with her with swimsuits of their own; a simple set of blue shorts for Keith, and a black one-piece swim dress for Brigid. John came out shortly after in his own pair of red board shorts. Lastly, Karly came out, sporting both a small blue bikini and a mile-wide scowl. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she shifted uncomfortably in position, trying to find a less awkward position.

"Lovely day at the beach, isn't it, Karly?" Missy said mockingly. Karly didn't reply. She only stared daggers at John, who had taken a coconut drink from the stagehands. "Oh, cheer up! I know just the thing to make a day out at the boardwalk better! Ice cream!"

The assistants pulled away the curtain in the center of the stage to reveal a huge ice cream boat, already filled on either side with large, gooey balls of cream. Karly grimaced at the sight, while Missy strolled over and wrapped her arm around Karly's shoulder.

"Now then, let's get you a banana split!" Missy said, moving Karly over to the boat before suddenly lifting her off the ground. Missy's arm on Karly's shoulder became a cradle as she scooped the backs of Karly's knees out from under her. Then, Missy dropped Karly down into the ice cream boat with an unceremonious splat.

"Oh my God this is cold!" Karly screamed. She shuffled in place, trying to get her arms out from underneath her, but only succeeded in sinking deeper into the cream.

"Sounds like you could do with some warming up, Karly." John said, bringing over a large bucket. "Good thing ice cream goes best with toppings!" With that, John poured a stream of hot fudge from the bucket down onto Karly's face and breasts. Just as she was able to gasp for air, John followed it up with another bucket full of caramel, and then several cans of whipped cream. Karly moaned from under the mess as John admired his handiwork.

"Wonderful work so far, John." Missy said, approaching him with her hands behind her back. "But I have to ask you a question. Why do you think this forfeit is called "Beach Boys?"

John flinched. "Um, because we're at the beach?"

"Oh no no no" Missy said with a wicked grin. "Because they wrote 'Good Vibrations', of course!" Missy revealed a large remote vibrator from behind her back, which she handed to John. "Why don't you give Karly something else to help her warm up?"

Brigid and Keith watched, blushing, as John dug a little through the ice cream to find Karly's bikini bottoms. He tugged gently, just enough for him to slip the vibrator inside. Missy turned on the remote, and the studio watched as the entire boat quivered with Karly's moaning. John took another bucket filled with chopped nuts and emptied it over Karly's head as she writhed in pleasure, and took a moment to watch.

"John, I-oh!" Karly squealed. "I'll get you for thi-oooooh"

"Sounds like you're having a good time." John said, grinning at Karly's plight. "Let's finish this off, shall we?" John picked up one last bucket filled with cherries and poured it all along Karly's body, giving her one final coating before turning the vibrator to max. Karly rolled around in the slop moaning in pleasure until she finally came, panting and shivering.

"Well, that about wraps it up for tonight's game, folks!" Missy said as the stagehands carted Karly away to get cleaned up. "Tune in next week when we'll have two more contestants competing for revenge. And when losing gets you something like that," she concluded, pointing off in Karly's direction. "You'd better believe they want it. Good night!"