It happened on a warm afternoon in May on the campus of the University of Oregon. At around 1:30 PM, dance music began to throb from a sound system set up on the lawn behind the student union. Sunlight glinted off of a bright blue tarp that was spread out on the grass. A camera crew was preparing equipment, unloaded from a box truck parked next to a large, colorful tent. A handful of students, many wearing swimsuits and flip-flops, began to gather on the lawn. Some carried plastic bags containing towels and a change of cloths. A few girls pulled their hair back into neat ponytails, as if in preparation. The crowd grew. Jubilant shouts and laughter rang out. It felt as if some kind of wild, end-of-semester party was about to erupt.

"College Challenge" had come to campus. It was one of the most mindlessly trashy reality shows on the internet. The wild and crazy event traveled the country, putting swimsuit-clad college students in outrageous, messy, and sometimes kinky situations. At 2:00 PM the crowd cheered as J.D. Ross, the show's hunky young host, stepped forward.

"For our first challenge, we're looking for a brave freshman." J.D. announced after the initial introduction.

Hands shot up throughout the crowd. J.D took his time to survey all the possible choices as a camera panned the scene. Two girls laughed gleefully as they pointed enthusiastically at another girl who stood between them, attempting to "volunteer" her. The third girl giggled and rolled her eyes, looking slightly embarrassed at the sudden attention. It seemed like a malicious practical joke to play on an unsuspecting friend. Yet, despite her apparent reluctance, the girl had gone to the trouble of changing into her bikini, suggesting that she was not unwilling to be considered as a contestant. She stood out as one of the most strikingly beautiful girls in the crowd. The setup seemed too delicious for J.D. to pass up.

"We're going to ask this lovely young woman to come forward now."

Cheered on by the enthusiastic crowd, the girl stepped forward, hesitantly, as if she could not believe she had been chosen. A deep, earthy dance beat pumped from the sound system in a long, continuous vamp. Barefoot, the girl stepped onto the tarp and turned to face the audience. She had blue eyes and beautiful auburn hair that fell just below her shoulders. The smile that illuminated her unforgettable face suggested a quiet sweetness. Her body was the epitome of glorious, young femininity. Her laughter could not hide a hint of shyness and apprehension.

"Tell us your name." Commanded J.D.

"Genevieve."

"Where are you from, originally, Genevieve?"

"Santa Rosa, California."

"Cool. And what are you studying here at the University of Oregon?"

"I'm majoring in Journalism and Media Studies."

"That's awesome, Genevieve. Tell us a little more about yourself. What sorts of things do you like to do when you're not studying?"

"I do some reporting and copy editing for our newspaper here on campus. I like to run and go biking, and I play the flute."

"What's your favorite kind of music to listen to, Genevieve?"

"Indie rock and some Classical."

J.D. continued: "When I'm trying to listen to music, sometimes my headphone cord gets all tangled up. Does that ever happen to you?"

Laughing and looking slightly confused at the line of questioning, Genevieve nodded, 'yes.'

"Well Genevieve, I hope you are good at untangling those annoying cords, because that is going to be your challenge, today." Said J.D.

On cue, a table was rolled out, containing three sets of headphones, each with hopelessly tangled and knotted cords. Intrigued at the ridiculous challenge, the crowd cheered.

"This segment of our show is called 'Stupid Challenges/Gratuitous Punishments.' Genevieve, you will have exactly 1 minute and 30 seconds to completely untangle these totally gnarly headphone cords. If you succeed, we will give you $500 in cash. Sounds pretty good, right? However, if you fail to successful complete the challenge, there will be a slight penalty."

Giddy with delight, the crowd reacted with groans of mock concern and laughter as two enormous stainless steel baker's carts were wheeled out. One cart contained rows of massive, perfectly sculpted cream pies. The other cart held three large buckets filled to the top with thick, gloppy green slime. Genevieve's reaction showed that she understood, immediately, where this was going.

"Genevieve, the good news is that if you successfully complete the challenge you will stay neat and clean. Unfortunately, if you fail, things are going to get a little messy. First, all 10 of these beautiful cream pies will be going right in your face. As if that's not humiliating enough, all of your friends will get to watch you get slimed. Are you still willing to do this?"

Giggling, she hesitated as the crowd egged her on with riot-like intensity. All eyes drank in the smooth, perfect curves of her legs, her sumptuous breasts, bundled in the bright, immaculate bikini top like a valuable package, and that glorious auburn hair. Everyone fantasized about what could befall this beautiful, unsuspecting girl.

There was a suspenseful hush as J.D held the microphone up to Genevieve's soft lips.

"OK, I'll do it." She answered with a mixture of reluctance and good natured innocence.

The crowd cheered as Genevieve took her place behind the table. The clock was set. There was a countdown. Dance music pumped as she grabbed the first set of headphones and began a frantic attempt to untangle the cord. The cameras just happened to capture the sensuous perfection of her breasts as she gave her best effort to the ridiculous task. There was a brief "inadvertent" closeup of her ass. 30 seconds went by and poor Genevieve had little to show for her efforts. She succeeded in almost untangling the first cord as the 1:05 mark came. She continued to make a valiant effort as the delirious crowd began counting down with the clock:

"Five...Four...Three!!!...TWO!!...ONE!!!"

A buzzer sounded and pandemonium broke out.

J.D.'s voice took on a tone of exaggerated drama:

"Genevieve from Santa Rosa, California...It's time for you to accept your punishment."

Dutifully, Genevieve stepped from behind the table and faced the crowd. She glanced quickly at the pies and an expression of apprehension flashed briefly across her face. She took a deep breath and brushed a hand through her hair. Laughing, she tried to fake nonchalance, but it was not convincing. J.D. seemed intent on prolonging her torture.

"How are you feeling right now, Genevieve?"

"Do I really have to do this?" She moaned, melting into giggles.

"Should we be nice and let Genevieve off the hook?" J.D asked, turning to the crowd.

"NOOO!" Came the rowdy chorus, providing the definitive answer.

"It's time for a few more volunteers." Said J.D. "Is there anyone out there who would absolutely love the opportunity to throw a pie in Genevieve's face?"

The question was met with incredible enthusiasm. Within moments, a line had formed. Grinning with pleasure, a male volunteer lifted the first heavy, gooey pie. The enormous mound of thick whipped cream quivered slightly as he balanced it on one hand. For one deliciously awkward moment, he stood just off the tarp, holding the pie in his hand, while Genevieve giggled in anticipation. Their eyes met, the handsome "prince" holding all the cards, and the helpless maiden. Beautiful, intelligent Genevieve was so far above this. Yet, now that the moment had come, she seemed to be prepared for the inevitable. She was willingly submitting to this moment of indignity with an endearing sense of acceptance.

One of her photographer friends from the campus newspaper was on hand to capture the carnage. In the years ahead, as she attempted to cultivate a serious, professional image, would pie and slime-splattered photos define her at the top of the Google search?

The crowd cheered as the guy stepped onto the tarp and approached Genevieve. How could he desecrate such a beautiful face? She braced herself as he raised the pie in aim. And then it happened.

SPLAT. With one firm and decisive push, Genevieve received the entire cream pie squarely in her face. The crowd reacted with a low moan, followed by cheers and laugher. Thick gobs of whipped cream splattered violently in all directions and then oozed over the sides of the plate, dropping in clumps onto Genevieve's shoulders and sliding down into her cleavage. When the plate dropped, her face was unrecognizable, replaced by a heavy mask of whipped cream and vanilla pudding. Her mouth hung open. SPLAT. Another pie was shoved into Genevieve's face and rubbed around with relish. SPLAT. A third pie hit with a satisfying slap. A firm hand smeared it up into Genevieve's hair. For the participants, there seemed to be something liberating about having free reign to do this to such a beautiful girl. SPLAT...SPLAT. A chocolate cream pie exploded into Genevieve's breasts and was pushed and smeared around while she shook with giggles. Another chocolate cream pie was smashed down on the top of her head. SPLAT...SPLAT...SPLAT. Banana cream mixed with sticky cherry filling, crumbling crust, chocolate pudding, and whipped cream. It was a glorious, decadent waste. Somewhere under all of this pie was one of the hottest girls on campus. She let out meek giggles as the final two pies hit.

Genevieve looked slightly dazed but still in good spirits as she wiped her eyes and began pulling off thick clumps of pie. She was soon reminded that her punishment was far from over. The crowd cheered as the first bucket was lifted over her head. Genevieve dropped her arms to her sides and just waited for it. The bucket tipped. Thick, gloppy green slime engulfed Genevieve's head, poured onto her shoulders and consumed her breasts. It ran down her legs to her bare feet. Her entire body was consumed. Under suffocating layers of slop, Genevieve seemed to be enjoying this novel experience. The second bucket was dumped. It all slid down, down, down. As the third bucket was tippled, a hand pulled out the back of Genevieve's bikini bottom. She wriggled and let out a giggly gasp as slime filled her bikini and dripped down her legs. Instinctively, she adjusted her bikini bottom, as if fearful that it would slide off. The crowd laughed.

And then it was over. Covered from head to foot, Genevieve was unrecognizable. Her body dripped and oozed with accumulated slop. What had been glorious auburn hair was now matted down under heavy coats of slime. Her beautiful face was just a memory.


"I'm so sorry that had to happen, Genevieve!" Said J.D in a tone of mock concern. "That was so unfair. How are you feeling?"

It took her a moment to answer. First, she had to clear away slime from her eyes. She giggled meekly.

"Actually, it was kind of fun. I've always wondered what it would be like to get slimed."

"Well Genevieve, unfortunately you're not going home with any cash today, but there is one consolation prize we would like to give you." Said J.D. "Those two friends you were with--we're going to ask them to come up now."

On cue, new carts were wheeled out, containing more pies and slime-filled buckets. The crowd cheered in delight, sensing what was coming. The two hot girls complied, giggling uncontrollably and looking as if they would like to crawl into a shell.

"Genevieve, you got hit with a lot of pies." Said J.D. "Now, we're going to give you a chance to get a little revenge on your friends."

Eagerly, Genevieve picked up a cream pie in each hand.

"Oh my God, no!" Moaned the first girl, shaking with giggles. She had short blond hair pulled back into a neat ponytail.

"Tell us your name." Commanded J.D.

"Emily." She giggled, flinching.

SPLAT. Genevieve thrust the pie into Emily's face and smeared it in her hair. The crowd went wild.

The other girl waited stoically for the inevitable. She had long, dark hair and deep brown eyes.

"What's your name?" Asked J.D.

"Tessa."

SPLAT. The crowd cheered as Tessa's face was replaced with a gooey pie.

There was only a moment of hesitation. Then, shrieking with laughter, Genevieve, Emily, and Tessa ran to the carts to grab messy ammunition. Pies were thrown, pushed and smeared with wild and furious zeal. The tarp was a total mess. The three young women slipped and steadied their balance as they stepped through the accumulated slop. Bare feet sank into whipped cream, pudding, and cherry filling. Tessa slipped and giggled uncontrollably as her ass hit the ground. Genevieve and Emily joined her, slipping, sliding, diving, rolling around, and wrestling each other. With orgasmic pleasure, they felt their bodies slide in this tactile soup. This was playtime after a stressful semester. After five minutes, they headed off to the clean up station to get hosed down. Genevieve, Emily, and Tessa would never forget their wild college pie fight.