THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: A MUDHOLE EIGHT FEET DEEP WITH ANKLE-HIGH MUD AND ANGLED WALLS TO TRY TO CLIMB. THE FIRST TO CLIMB OUT OR MAKE THEIR OPPONENT SUBMIT IS THE WINNER.
The mud squelched between Hailey Bieber's toes. Cool, thick, and smelling like wet earth after a hard rain. She shifted her weight, sinking deeper. Her neon pink bikini top clashed violently with the sludge creeping up her ankles. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, flicking a clump of mud off her wrist. Sweat trickled down her temple despite the shade from the willow trees drooping overhead.
Across the mud, Taylor Swift stood barefoot. Water swirled around her ankles, clear and cold in her simple black bikini. She didn't glance up, just kept staring at her toes wiggling in the shallows.
Above them, a roar erupted. People packed tight. Shouting, "Hailey! Over here!" "Taylor! Smile!" Camera flashes popped like tiny fireworks. Someone threw a crumpled soda can that landed with a wet smack near Taylor's foot. She didn't flinch.
Hailey pushed forward, mud sucking at her ankles. She kept her eyes locked on Taylor, ignoring the frantic calls. The distance closed. Five feet. Three. The noise seemed to fade into a dull buzz. Only the squelch of mud under her own feet mattered now. She stopped an arm's length away. Taylor finally lifted her head. Her eyes, a cool, sharp blue, met Hailey's dark brown gaze directly. No smile. No frown. Just a steady, unnerving look.
"cxnt," Hailey said, her voice pitched low enough to cut under the crowd noise.
Taylor didn't blink. Her gaze slid from Hailey's face to the mud-streaked bikini top, then back up. A muscle tightened near her jawline. "You're blocking my light."
Hailey opened her mouth—another insult ready—but Taylor moved faster. One hand shot out, palm flat against Hailey's shoulder. Not a slap. A shove. Hard and sudden, with the full weight of Taylor's body behind it. Hailey's bare feet lost purchase in the slick mud. She stumbled backward, arms pinwheeling uselessly as her heel caught on a submerged root. The crowd gasped, a collective rush of breath.
Taylor didn't watch her fall. She turned toward the shouting photographers instead, chin lifted. "Better?" she called out, voice clear as ice cracking. Flashbulbs exploded again, frantic bursts of white light catching the sharp planes of her face. Behind her, Hailey hit the mud with a thick, wet slap. Cold sludge surged up her back, plastering her hair to her neck and soaking the neon fabric of her bikini top. She gasped, choking on the earthy smell filling her nose.
Hailey pushed herself up, palms sinking deep into the muck. Mud dripped from her elbows, her chin, her eyelashes. Rage burned hotter than the humiliation. She scrambled, feet finding purchase this time. Taylor was still facing away, waving slightly at the screaming crowd. Hailey lunged. Not with words. With her whole body. She slammed into Taylor's back, a furious, mud-slicked tackle. Her hands gripped Taylor's shoulders, shoving hard.
Taylor gasped, the air knocked out of her. Her knees buckled. She pitched forward, hands instinctively plunging into the murky water to catch herself. Hailey didn't let go. She drove her weight down, pinning Taylor's upper body. Her knee dug into the small of Taylor's back, pressing her deeper into the sucking mud. Taylor's face was inches above the swirling brown water. "Get... off!" Taylor choked out, struggling to twist her head sideways for air.
Hailey leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper lost in the crowd's roar. "You started this." She shoved Taylor's shoulders hard. Taylor's arms gave way. Her face plunged into the frigid mud. It filled her nostrils, thick and gritty. It coated her lips, tasting of earthworms and decay. She jerked her head up, coughing violently, mud streaming from her nose and mouth, plastering her blonde hair to her cheeks and forehead. Her blue eyes, wide with shock and fury, blinked rapidly against the sting. "You psycho!" she spat, mud flecking Hailey's legs.
Hailey didn't hesitate. Her bare foot lifted, dripping sludge. Then it came down. Hard. Square on Taylor's shoulder blade, driving her deeper into the muck. Taylor cried out, a strangled sound muffled by the wet earth. Hailey stomped again. This time on Taylor's hip. The force jarred Taylor's whole body, sending ripples through the brown water around them. Hailey shifted her weight, pressing down with her knee still planted firmly in Taylor's back. Her own neon bikini was now almost entirely brown, clinging obscenely. "Stay down!" Hailey hissed, her chest heaving.
Her hand shot out. Not to push this time. To grab. Fingers, slick with mud, tangled violently in the wet blonde strands plastered to Taylor's scalp. Hailey clenched her fist tight, pulling Taylor's head sharply back. Taylor gasped, her face momentarily free, gulping air, eyes streaming muddy tears. Hailey saw the panic flash in those blue eyes. Saw the camera flashes reflecting in them too. "Look!" Hailey snarled towards the roaring crowd. "Look at your precious princess!" And with that, she shoved Taylor's head forward with brutal force. Down. Towards the thick, brown slurry.
Taylor's mouth and nose plunged back beneath the surface. Her body convulsed beneath Hailey's knee. Bubbles erupted violently in the murky water. Her shoulders heaved, trapped arms thrashing weakly against the sucking mud. A choked, gargling sound escaped the water – desperate, wet, terrifying. Hailey leaned her full weight onto the knee grinding into Taylor's spine, pinning her upper body, keeping her face submerged. The cool mud pressed against Taylor's skin felt like a suffocating tomb. She couldn't breathe. Only thick, gritty sludge filled her nostrils, her throat. Panic screamed louder than the crowd. Her lungs burned. Her struggles grew frantic, kicking legs churning the water into froth. *Air! Need air!*
Suddenly, Taylor arched her back with a surge of adrenaline-fueled strength. It wasn't much, but it lifted Hailey's knee just enough. Taylor twisted sideways, tearing her face free. She gasped, sucking in a ragged, mud-filled breath. Coughing violently, she spat brown water. Her vision swam, stinging from the silt. Hailey snarled, tightening her grip on Taylor's hair, pulling her head back again. But Taylor was moving now. She bucked hard, throwing Hailey off balance. Hailey's foot slipped on the slick root beneath the mud. For a split second, her grip loosened. Taylor seized it. She tore her head sideways with all her might, ripping strands of blonde hair from her scalp but breaking free.
They both floundered then, grappling blindly in the thick sludge. No elegance, no strategy – just desperate survival. Hailey lunged, fingers clawing for Taylor's neck. Taylor ducked, slipping sideways, her hand plunging into the mud. She came up swinging, a heavy glob of wet earth smacking Hailey square in the face. Hailey sputtered, momentarily blinded. Taylor scrambled backward, slipping and stumbling, putting precious inches between them. Her chest heaved, each breath a painful rasp against her mud-clogged throat. Her black bikini was indistinguishable from the brown morass coating her skin. She wiped frantically at her eyes, blinking away grit. The crowd's roar was a distant storm now, drowned by the frantic drumming of her own pulse in her ears. *Can't see. Can't breathe.*
Taylor saw Hailey stagger forward again, rage twisting her mud-streaked features into something primal. Instinct screamed. Taylor didn't think. She surged up. Not to retreat, not to grapple. To strike. Her open palm cracked against Hailey's cheekbone with a sharp, wet slap. The sound cut through the humid air. Hailey jerked sideways, stunned. Before Hailey could react, Taylor’s other hand whipped out – *slap!* – hitting the other cheek with equal force. Mud flew. Hailey’s head snapped back. Taylor didn’t pause. She slapped again. Left. Right. Left. Hard, stinging blows fueled by adrenaline and fury. Each slap echoed the shove, the stomp, the suffocating dunk. "You want a show?" Taylor rasped, her voice raw and thick with sludge. "Here!" *Slap!* "Have!" *Slap!* "It!" *Slap!*
Hailey’s hands flew up, trying to block the barrage, but Taylor was relentless. The relentless impacts stung Hailey’s skin beneath the drying mud, each blow reigniting the humiliation burning in her gut. She stumbled back, her footing treacherous in the churned-up swamp. Her heel caught on something submerged – a rock, a root – and she pitched backward. Her arms windmilled wildly, but there was nothing to grab. The thick, brown water closed over her shoulders as she landed flat on her back with a heavy splash. Muddy water surged into her mouth, her nose. She choked, spluttering, pushing herself up onto her elbows, gasping for air that tasted like rotten earth.
Taylor stood over her, chest heaving, shoulders trembling. Mud plastered her lean frame from scalp to toe, clinging in thick, obscene patches to her black bikini. The once-sleek fabric was now indistinguishable from the sludge coating her skin, clinging to every curve and angle. Rivulets of brown water traced paths down her stomach and thighs. Her blonde hair was a tangled, muddy helmet, strands plastered across her furious, mud-streaked face. Only her eyes blazed through the filth – radiating pure, unadulterated hatred.
She didn’t hesitate. Taylor lunged forward, her fingers sinking into the mud-slicked mess of Hailey’s neon bikini top. Not grabbing fabric. Grabbing *her*. Fingers dug into Hailey’s hair, f Hailey gasped, choking on muddy water, trying to scramble away on her elbows. Too slow. Taylor hauled back with every ounce of strength she possessed. Hailey shrieked as she was wrenched bodily through the thick, sucking muck. Her legs kicked uselessly as Taylor dragged her backwards, away from the shallows, deeper into the swampy pit. The mud offered brutal resistance, Taylor strained against it. Each inch gained was a battle, muscles screaming, lungs burning.
Taylor planted her feet wide, anchoring herself. One hand stayed tangled viciously in Hailey’s hair, pulling her head back. The other clawed at the flimsy neon fabric stretched taut over Hailey’s chest. Hailey bucked wildly, trying to twist free, her hands slapping frantically at Taylor’s arms. "Get OFF!" she screamed, panic edging her voice. Taylor ignored her. Her fingers found the thin strap at Hailey’s shoulder. With a sharp, brutal jerk, she ripped sideways. The cheap fabric tore like wet paper. A ragged gasp tore from Hailey’s throat as cool, humid air hit her skin. The torn strap dangled uselessly. Taylor didn’t stop. Her other hand released Hailey’s hair just long enough to grasp the remaining strap. Hailey tried to cover herself, twisting away. Too late. Taylor pulled down and *out* with savage force. The thin band snapped with a sharp *ping*. The neon pink top peeled away completely, leaving Hailey bare-chested, mud-streaked, and utterly exposed.
Hailey froze for a split second, shock overriding the fury. Her hands instinctively flew to her breasts, trying to shield herself from the hundreds of cameras flashing like strobe lights above the pit. The crowd’s roar hit a fever pitch—a chaotic blend of shouts, screams, and the relentless *click-click-click* of shutters. Humiliation washed over her, hotter and thicker than the sludge coating her skin. Taylor stood panting, the ruined scrap of pink fabric dangling from her muddy fist. A grim, savage satisfaction twisted her lips. She flung the torn bikini top into Hailey's face.
Hailey spat out the muddy fabric, her eyes blazing. "You bitch!" she shrieked, scrambling backwards. Mud sucked at her elbows and thighs as she tried to cover herself. Taylor didn’t let her retreat. She lunged again, fingers clawing toward Hailey’s tangled brown hair. Hailey twisted away, throwing a wild punch that glanced off Taylor’s shoulder. Taylor staggered but kept coming, her movements fueled by raw adrenaline. She grabbed Hailey’s wrist, wrenching it away from her chest, exposing her completely to the leering crowd. Hailey’s other hand swung, nails raking streaks of mud on Taylor’s cheek.
Taylor hissed, the sting sharpening her focus. She didn’t release Hailey’s wrist. Instead, she used her grip as leverage, shoving Hailey hard against the muddy bank. Hailey gasped as her bare back slammed into the slick, cold earth, knocking the breath from her lungs. Taylor loomed over her, silhouetted against the flashing cameras, mud dripping from her chin onto Hailey’s exposed skin. Hailey bucked, trying to knee Taylor off, but Taylor planted her knee heavily on Hailey’s thigh, pinning her legs. Her free hand shot down, fingers plunging into the thick, wet sludge beside Hailey’s head. She scooped up a heavy, dripping handful. Hailey saw the intent flash in Taylor’s eyes – cold, furious, triumphant. She tried to wrench her head aside, mouth clamping shut. Too late. Taylor slammed the cold, gritty mass straight into Hailey’s face, grinding it hard against her lips and nose. Hailey gagged, the earthy, rotten taste flooding her senses. Taylor pressed harder, forcing Hailey’s jaw open. Mud packed her mouth, thick and choking, scraping her tongue, coating her teeth. Hailey choked, eyes bulging, desperately trying to spit it out, but Taylor just shoved more in, smearing it across her cheeks, her nostrils. "Swallow it," Taylor rasped, her voice raw and vicious. "Swallow every bit."
Taylor pushed off Hailey’s writhing body, leaving her gasping and retching in the mud. The roar of the crowd was a distant, meaningless thunder. Her own breath came in ragged gasps, her muscles trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. She scanned the sheer, muddy walls surrounding the pit – slick, treacherous slopes of dark earth and tangled roots. Escape. She needed *out*. Now. Ignoring Hailey’s coughing sputters behind her, Taylor lunged for the nearest wall. Her muddy fingers scrabbled desperately for purchase. She found a thick root protruding from the dirt, slick with algae. She gripped it, hauling herself up, feet slipping wildly on the greasy surface. Mud cascaded down around her ankles. She jammed her toes into a shallow crevice, straining upward. Another root, thinner this time. She grabbed it, pulling hard. For a moment, she gained a few precious inches. Hope flared, sharp and bright. But the root she grabbed snapped--and Taylor fell back into the mud.
Hailey, still choking, saw her chance. Pure, unadulterated fury surged through her, washing away the humiliation. Taylor was vulnerable, exposed, her back turned. Hailey pushed herself up onto hands and knees, mud dripping from her bare chest. With a guttural cry ripped from her raw throat, she launched herself forward. Not a scramble, but a full-bodied, desperate tackle. She slammed into Taylor’s lower back just as Taylor tried to regain her footing. The impact was brutal. Taylor’s cry was cut short as the breath exploded from her lungs. Momentum carried them both forward, crashing hard into the unforgiving mud wall. A thick, wet *thud* echoed as their bodies hit the packed earth.
Hailey didn't stop. She pinned Taylor face-first against the slick, vertical mud. Taylor gasped, her cheek mashed into the cold sludge, arms trapped awkwardly beneath her. Hailey’s fingers tangled deep into Taylor’s mud-caked blonde hair. She yanked Taylor’s head back sharply then slammed it forward with all her weight. *Thwack!* Taylor’s forehead collided with the dense earth. Mud sprayed. A choked gasp escaped Taylor. Hailey did it again. *Thwack!* And again. *Thwack!* Each impact drove Taylor’s face deeper into the wall, grinding mud into her skin, her lips, her nostrils. Taylor’s legs kicked weakly, her struggles muffled against the suffocating dirt. "Had enough?" Hailey hissed, her voice ragged, pressing her entire weight against Taylor’s pinned body.
Taylor’s trapped hand scrabbled frantically against the mud wall. Her fingers found the thin, sodden fabric of her black bikini bottoms. With a desperate, tearing motion, she ripped the side seam. The fabric gave way, but Hailey didn’t relent. Hailey saw the torn edge flapping. Rage surged anew. *You think that helps?* Her free hand shot down. Not to grab fabric. To grab *Taylor*. Fingers slick with mud plunged beneath the ruined waistband, digging into Taylor’s hip. Taylor bucked wildly, a raw scream tearing from her throat as Hailey’s grip bit into her flesh. Hailey hauled backward with brutal force, pulling Taylor away from the wall just enough to wrench her sideways. The flimsy black fabric tore completely. Taylor’s bikini bottoms peeled away, leaving her bare from the waist down. Mud instantly coated her exposed skin.
Hailey shoved Taylor forward again, face-first against the mud wall. Taylor gasped, her cheek mashed into the cold sludge, her bare legs kicking uselessly. Hailey pressed her entire weight against Taylor’s pinned body. Taylor’s mud-streaked ass cheeks clenched tight against the pressure, A chaotic blend of shouts, screams, and the frantic clicking of cameras capturing every inch of exposed skin. Hailey leaned in, her lips brushing Taylor’s mud-plastered ear. "Smile for them, princess," she hissed. Then, her hands shifted. One slid under Taylor’s chin, locking tight. The other gripped Taylor’s hip bone, fingers digging into the soft flesh above her bare buttock.
Hailey planted her bare feet wide in the sucking mud, anchoring herself. She took a sharp, deep breath, her own mud-caked chest straining against the ruined remnants of her neon top. With a guttural scream ripped from her gut, she exploded upward. Every muscle coiled and released in one brutal motion. She lifted Taylor clean off the ground. Taylor’s legs flailed wildly, kicking at empty air. Her choked gasp turned into a shriek as Hailey arched backward, bending Taylor’s spine over her shoulder like a bowstring. The crowd roared, a wave of sound crashing over the pit. For a heartbeat, Taylor hung suspended, upside down, mud dripping from her blonde hair onto Hailey’s face. Then Hailey drove downward with savage force. Taylor plummeted headfirst toward the thick, brown slurry. Her bare back slammed into the muck first with a sickening *thwump*. Her head snapped backward, plunging beneath the surface. Brown water erupted in a muddy fountain, spraying Hailey’s legs.
The impact had driven her deep. Mud coated her completely, obscuring every inch of skin, plastering her hair flat. Her bare legs kicked high, churning the water. Mud sluiced down her thighs, revealing flashes of pale skin before more sludge washed over them. Her torso heaved as she gasped for air. Her breasts bounced freely beneath her top in a rhythmic motion as she fought to breathe. The mud clinging to her hips and belly shifted and trembled with each panicked jerk. Every inch of Taylor’s body jiggled sexily, a hypnotic ripple beneath the slick brown coating Her ass cheeks clenched and released with frantic effort as she tried to twist onto her side, lifting her head clear of the murk. Mud streamed from her nostrils and mouth, leaving trails through the grime on her face. Her eyes, wide and streaming, blinked furiously against the sting.
Hailey stood panting, watching Taylor flail. The roar of the crowd was a physical pressure against her eardrums. *Get out*. The thought cut through the haze of fury. Escape was impossible through the screaming mob ringing the pit. The only way was up. She lunged for the nearest muddy slope, ignoring Taylor’s choking gasps behind her. Her bare feet slipped wildly on the slick incline. Mud squished between her toes. She jammed her fingers into the wet earth, clawing for purchase. A thick root protruded just above her head. She grabbed it, hauling herself up. Her foot found a shallow dent in the mud wall. She pushed, gaining a precious foot. Mud cascaded down around her ankles, cold and heavy. Another root, thinner and slick with algae. She stretched, fingers straining.
Taylor spat out a mouthful of gritty sludge. Her lungs burned. The world tilted. Above her, Hailey was scrambling up the pit wall, mud-streaked shoulders bunching. Taylor surged forward. Not a scramble. A desperate, mud-slicked dive. Her hand shot out, fingers clamping like a vise around Hailey’s bare ankle just as her other foot sought solid ground. Hailey gasped, her grip on the thin root faltering. Taylor pulled. Hard. Downward. With every ounce of her remaining strength. Hailey’s fingers tore free from the root. She screamed, a raw sound swallowed by the crowd’s frenzy, as Taylor hauled her backward. Gravity did the rest. Hailey plummeted, landing flat on her back in the thick slurry beside Taylor with a heavy, wet slap. Mud surged up around her bare torso. Cold sludge filled her ears, her nostrils. She choked, thrashing.
They lay gasping, inches apart. Mud plastered every inch of skin, caked in hair, filling ears and nostrils. Taylor’s lungs felt like they were lined with sandpaper. Each ragged breath scraped her throat raw. Beside her, Hailey coughed violently, spitting globs of brown sludge onto her own mud-smeared chest. Taylor’s black bottoms were gone entirely. The crowd’s roar was a distant, meaningless buzz beneath the frantic hammering of their own hearts. Exhaustion hit Taylor like a physical blow. Her muscles trembled uncontrollably. She couldn’t lift her arm. Couldn’t turn her head. The thick, sucking mud held her. She stared up at the sky. The world tilted and blurred through stinging, mud-clogged eyes.
Hailey rolled onto her side with a wet groan. Mud slid thickly over her tits as she moved. She saw Taylor lying prone, blonde hair a muddy helmet, eyes half-closed. She dug her fingers into the muck, dragging herself forward. An inch. Then another. Her bare legs kicked weakly, churning the brown water. Each movement was agony. Her breath came in painful, wet rasps. Mud coated her tongue. Still, she crawled toward Taylor, the source of the humiliation.
Taylor felt the water ripple against her cheek. She forced her eyes open. Hailey’s mud-streaked face hovered inches away. Those eyes burned with pure hatred. Taylor tried to push back, but her arms trembled uselessly. Hailey’s hand shot out. Not a slap. Fingers plunged into Taylor’s tangled hair, gripping tight. Taylor gasped as Hailey hauled her head up. Mud dripped from her chin onto Taylor’s lips. "Look at me," Hailey hissed, her voice raw. The crowd roared above them, cameras flashing. Hailey’s other hand slammed down beside Taylor’s head. Mud splattered Taylor’s face. Hailey leaned closer. Taylor tried to twist away, but Hailey’s grip tightened. Hair ripped from Taylor’s scalp. She dragged Taylor’s face toward her own. "Say it," Hailey snarled. Taylor spat mud onto Hailey’s cheek. "Never."
Hailey’s lips curled. She shoved Taylor’s head back into the sludge. Then she straddled Taylor’s waist. Mud squelched beneath her bare thighs. Taylor bucked weakly. Hailey slammed her hips down, pinning Taylor’s hips deep into the muck. Taylor gasped. Hailey leaned forward, pressing her mud-slicked breasts against Taylor’s chest. Her hips began to grind. Slow at first. Deliberate. Taylor felt every filthy slide of skin against skin. Hailey’s breath hitched. Her hips rolled harder. Faster. Taylor’s trapped legs kicked uselessly. Mud churned around them. Hailey’s movements grew frantic. She rode Taylor, her head thrown back. A raw moan from her throat. The crowd screamed louder.
Taylor’s body tensed. Her hips arched. Her thighs clamped around Hailey’s hips. Hailey felt it. She laughed. She drove her hips down harder. Taylor’s back arched off the mud. Her cry echoed. Then she collapsed. Limp. Trembling. Hailey slumped forward, panting. Sweat mixed with mud on her brow. She stayed seated. Taylor’s chest heaved beneath her. Bare skin slicked with muck. The crowd’s roar hit a fever pitch.
She pushed herself off Taylor’s spent body. Mud sucked at her bare thighs. Taylor didn’t move. Hailey stumbled toward the steepest slope. Thick roots snaked down the mud. Her fingers dug into the slick earth. She hauled herself up. Her bare foot found a knotted root. She pushed. Mud cascaded around her ankles. She grabbed another root higher up. Pulled. Gained a foot. The crowd leaned in. Shouting. Pointing.
Her muscles screamed. Mud coated her chest. She felt exposed. Vulnerable. But the pit’s edge was close. She stretched. Fingers brushed wet grass. Her foot slipped. She gasped. Dangled. Held on. Kicked wildly. Found a toehold. Shoved upward. She collapsed onto solid ground. Muddy grass pressed against her bare stomach.
Below, Taylor lay motionless. Covered in filth. Bare legs splayed. Mud plastered her face. Her blonde hair was a dark, wet mat. Only her chest moved. Shallow. Ragged. Hailey stared down. Her own breath rasped. Mud dripped from her chin. A savage satisfaction bloomed inside her chest. Hot. Thick. Triumphant. She’d broken her. Utterly. Completely. The crowd pressed closer. Camera flashes exploded like fireworks. Shouts echoed. "Hailey!" "Over here!" "Show us!" Their voices were a hungry buzz in her ears. She didn’t turn. Her eyes stayed locked on Taylor’s limp form. Muddy water lapped at Taylor’s hips. Her bare stomach trembled with each strained breath. Hailey’s lips curled. A raw, ugly smile stretched her mud-caked face. She raised her arms slowly. Victory. Mud streaked her tits. She didn’t care. Let them see.
