The A-Z Epilogue Vote

If you’ve not read part one of the story, I’d recommend going and doing that. Link should be right there in the sidebar.

If you’ve done that (or decided that maybe 1700+ words with no actual gunging is too much), then you’ll know the following.

– Natalie is offering Tiffany the chance to gunge Amanda,
– Amanda will let her if she’s not the only one getting messy,
– One of Natalie’s employees, Samantha, is willing to join Amanda in the gunge rather than face a more traditional disciplinary procedure,
– The two will be facing a dunking in some gunge, with some additional messes before the dunk. Those messes are the five most popular messes from the rest of the A-Z (skipping G).

That’s where you all come in. In the story, the poll to find the other five messes was taken by Panicked Productions employees, but since they’re not a real thing, you lot will have to do it instead! For this poll you can select up to five options, and vote as often as you like until Saturday 10th October ’15. Poll will close then, resulting story will be up… eh, eventually. Anyway, here’s the poll.


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The A-Z of Gunge II: Epilogue Part 1

This story is pretty long, and serves as set-up for the proper ending of the A-Z. As such, this part contains no WAM, unless you want to include the fact Tiffany is already covered in 26 different messes. It’s pretty much the set-up for the poll that’s going to be up either later tonight or tomorrow, and the gunging that will result from it. Hope you like it anyway.

Previously on the A-Z of Gunge II:

Tiffany was a plucky young girl. A few hours ago, she beautiful porcelain-white skin and long, silky jet-black hair. Now both her hair and her body were coated with twenty-six different kinds of assorted gunk, glop and general mess. It was impossible to tell that under the mess, her slender body was clad in a white tank-top and blue denim shorts. At her feet was yet more of the mire of mixed muck, which made horrible slurping noises as she stood up from her chair, leaving yet more muck in her wake.

“Well done, Tiffany,” smiled Amanda, the ‘friend’ who had dished out not only the twenty-six messes that covered Tiffany’s body, but a matching set on various celebrities. Well, some celebrities and a lot of heavy metal singers, anyway. Amanda was completely clean, and dressed in the same outfit Tiffany had on beneath all that muck, only rather than going barefoot she still had a pair of white trainers and black ankle socks on. She was a bit taller and curvier than Tiffany, and had short, fringed blonde hair, with green eyes as the focus of her rather youthful face. “You managed to get through all twenty-six messes. How do you feel?”

“Like I desperately need a shower,” answered the gungee. “Also, you owe me big time!”

A familiar, Cardiff-accented voice came from stage left. “Funny you should mention that, love!” The voice’s owner stepped forwards, revealing herself to be an incredibly pale woman with colourless eyes, a curvy body and long blue hair in dreadlocks, tied back into a sort of ponytail. She wore some sort of black leather corset with matching skirt, combat boots and bright blue leggings. In her right hand was a big, black towel, which she promptly threw over to Tiffany.

And now, the conclusion:

“Who are you?” Tiffany asked, catching the towel and wiping her face and hands.

“Natalie Orwell, but my friends mostly call me ‘r1vetgrrl’. I chose the name when I was fifteen. Don’t laugh. Anyway, I’m the head of the Panicked Productions Build Team, so it was my job to design and oversee construction of that fine barrel tipper,” explained the Welsh albino.

Tiffany stared daggers at Natalie. “So it’s ultimately you who’s responsible for getting me into this state!”

“Woah, love! No, while I may have built the thing, you brought it on yourself by volunteering and Amanda did the deed. However, if I were to use your logic, I could also be ultimately responsible for you getting a bit of messy payback, if you so wanted.”

“Oh fuck…” Amanda muttered under her breath.

The messy brunette raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“I know where there’s a dunk tank, and I could easily rig up some mess droppers onto it. There’s always plenty of gunge available here too,” Natalie explained as an evil grin manifested on Tiffany’s face.

“Now hold on a moment! I was never told about this!” protested Amanda.

Tiffany giggled. “It’s only fair! You gunged me, so I should get to gunge you too!”

The blonde woman looked to Natalie, who only chuckled. Realising that she was totally outnumbered, Amanda heaved a sigh and looked at the ground dejectedly. “I suppose you should get a shot at me, then. I have a condition, though.”

“Go on…” Natalie raised an eyebrow.

“I want someone to get dunked with me. There’s no way I’m going in on my own.”

“Not it!” Tiffany declared, crossing her arms impatiently. “What about you, blue?”

Natalie shook her head. “Nope, I’m staying out of it. I do have an idea, though. Wait there.”


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RE: The Find Section

Since apparently it needs defining, here’s what goes in the find section:

Any video or pictures of any sort that would appeal to people with any kind of female-WAM fetish, that don’t currently exist on TellyGunge.

That is it. Anyone can use it, but anyone with author, editor or administrator privileges can choose to post their finds on the main page instead.

Also, I’ve brought up this idea before but I’m making it official policy.

Anyone who makes regular contributions to the find section may be offered author privileges, mostly for the sake of being able to post directly onto the main page, with the load of neat little formatting options the rest of us get.

And finally, since it’s of relevance, a reminder of rule 4 of the site rules:

No individual member is an arbiter of what is or is not worthy of posting or discussion.

That’s pretty much it!

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The Splosh Pit 1-3

Suzi stood on the Splosh Pit Stage and looked into the camera. “We’ve got less than half an hour left, everyone,” she said, solemnly, the crowds and production staff all going “aww” in disappointment. “That means we’ve come to the main event! Warpaint! St. Vincent! One of them is about to perform right here, and the other is about to send one of their members right there.” She pointed into the thick vat of slimy green gunge. “The lines are closed, the votes are all counted and the results are final!” She dashed over to the pair of sofas next to the dunk seat. “Warpaint, things were looking great for you earlier. Confident that they’ve stayed about the same?”

Theresa smiled nervously. “I sure hope so!” she said, her bandmates concurring with nods.

“As for you, Annie, you’re not nervous at all at the fact that you were trailing by a lot earlier, are you?”

Annie chuckled and licked her lips. “Anything could happen!”

The host nodded and donned her reading glasses. She produced a small envelope from her jacket’s inside pocket held it up to the camera. “You’re right, anything could happen. In here are the results of what did.” She opened it up and read the card inside. “I can reveal that actually, nothing happened! Warpaint still have 64% of the vote, meaning they get to play us out and that Annie’s getting gunged!” announced Suzi. “Warpaint, anything you want to say before you go up and play for us?”

Theresa breathed a deep sigh of relief and shared an embrace with her bandmates. “Yes, thank you for voting for us!”

“It would have been pretty funny to see Theresa get it, though!” Jenny added.

“Yeah, but this is going to be even better!” Theresa retorted.

“Yes, I think you’re going to enjoy playing this set!” Suzi chuckled. “When you get up there, you’ll notice we added an extra pedal to your rig. I mean the big green one. If you stomp on it, you’ll activate the dunk seat.” As Warpaint left their seats to get to the stage, Suzi turned her attention to Annie. “As for you…”

Annie grinned cheekily. She rubbed her hands together and looked at the dunk tank seat. “This is going to be interesting…”

“That’s certainly one word for it! Anything you want to say before you take your shoes off and get on the seat?”

“Will you go in with me?”

Suzi scoffed. “As if I don’t get gunged enough in my job! No, you’re on your own! Get up there!”

The eccentric musician sighed and kicked her black high-heeled shoes off, before scrambling onto the dunk tank seat. Her long legs dangled over the edge of the seat, leaving her naked feet dipped in the thick, cold goo. Annie couldn’t resist the urge to swirl her feet through the gunge, wincing a little as it ran through her toes and all over her soles and insteps. As Annie raised her feet out of the slime, they left a trail of gunge leading back into the vat dripping from her heels.

Suzi signed the show off. “It’s the end of the show, and I just want to say thank you for watching, thanks to our guests for being here, especially Becky for getting gunged earlier and Annie for her imminent dunking! Join us next week for some more great music and gunge. Now, you’ve voted for them, so here’s Warpaint!”

As Warpaint were approaching the end of the first verse, Theresa placed her right foot on the big green pedal and cracked a cheeky smile. As she and Emily sang and repeated the lyric, “Now I’ve got you in the undertow”, Theresa pressed down on the pedal, sending Annie down into the vat of green gunge.

Annie squealed as she hit the slime, falling forwards and sinking slowly. She closed her eyes tightly as she went under, the gunge seeping into her dress. She emerged, her formerly impressive curls now a sodden, sticky mess. She grabbed a clump of her hair and looked it at, chuckling a bit. “Gross!” she whispered to herself. She flicked her hair away and looked at the “damage”, but couldn’t see very far down. Although she wasn’t touching the floor of the vat, she was up to her shoulders in the goo. As Warpaint’s set continued, through the rest of Undertow, to Beetles and closer Disco//Very, Annie had to deal with the bombardment from six nozzles hidden in the rim of the dunk tank, spaced out evenly. Each one sprayed one of three colours – red, yellow and blue in that order, starting with red at stage right and going clockwise. Sometimes the sprays were short, other times long. Sometimes all six would go off together. Sometimes it would be one or two at a time. Regardless, no matter what Annie did to try and shield herself from the gunge, she ended up getting messier and messier, squealing from a strange mix of surprise and amusement the entire time.

Finally, the set was over and Annie’s messy punishment was similarly concluded. So she hoped anyway. Right now she looked more like a Pollock work than a person, her dress stained and saturated with colourful gunk and her lovely curls turned into an ugly, matted mess. Unfortunately for her, there was one thing left. Above her was one last tank of gunge, smaller than the one Becky had faced earlier, but aimed straight for the middle of the tank, where she was floating. Of course, Annie had no idea until it was too late, and a deluge of lilac sludge was pouring down upon her. She screamed and shut her eyes, wiping the gunge off her face in a doomed attempt to try and see what was happening. All she managed to do was just rub the gunge from her hands into the gunge on her face, making a streaky mess of different colours, half of which were some variation of sludgy brown. Whenever a patch of clean face appeared, the lilac deluge soon covered it. Eventually Annie just sighed and let it wash over her. When it finally stopped, she couldn’t help smiling and thinking, “Well, this will certainly make for some interesting subject matter on the next album!”


I’d like to take this point to give a little update on the Character Competition. It is now closed, and I will be contacting the top six contributors soon. The characters edition of Splosh Pit will be out some time between now and the end of the year – got some other stuff I need to get out of my system first. For example, wrapping up a very long-running series, giving Nicki another job and finishing The Pairing Game!

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Discussion – Improving the Classics

This is a pretty simple idea – take an old gunge show, suggest a way to make its gungings better than they were. Could be a small tweak, could be a massive overhaul. Here are a few that come to mind for me.

Ministry of Mayhem’s Thank You Desk: Thicker gunge. Not much to say on that one, I’ve made my thoughts on MoM as a whole pretty clear in the past and they haven’t shifted. Still, the Thank You Desk was an amazing way of gunging someone, at least in theory.

Get Your Own Back’s Gunk Dunk: Transparent sides. While I could suggest improvements to the various individual Gunk Dunks, this one’s pretty universal. Usually on GYOB, particularly after they switched over to using the ramps, the gungee would end up at the front edge of the pool. You also wouldn’t be able to see the gungee from about the shoulders downward. While the former wasn’t a problem as such, it does make having at least a single transparent wall of the Gunk Dunk an interesting prospect as it directly addresses the latter.

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