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It's another peaceful morning at Camp Wawanakwa and we start our story with a cute little bunny rabbit roaming the grounds. But the poor thing is scared away by the shadow of a helicopter and Chris, the douchebag host is piloting the damn thing. To add salt to injury, he flies over the Bass and Gopher cabins.

Leshawna: *jolts up, bumps head* "OOH! AAH! Okay. That dude is really starting to get on my LAST nerve."

Heather: *yawns* "Whatever. He just loves ruining our mornings. Beth, Lindsay, go warm up the shower for me. Now! And remember..."

Beth: *calm, annoyed* "Not too hot this time, I know." *yawns*

Later on, all the girls are waiting outside the communal bathrooms while Heather is the only one inside the damn thing.

Bridgette: "What's the hold-up?"

Lindsay: "Heather needs her private time."

Leshawna: "How long's "Queenie" gonna be in there? I got urgent business."

Y/N: *walks up* "And you're just gonna stand there and let her hog the entire bathroom just like that, ladies?"

Lindsay: "Well, Heather is the leader of our team."

Y/N: "Says who? It shouldn't take 2 hours just to go to the bathroom, you just go in, do your business, wash up, then walk out. Easy."

Beth: "She could still be a while."

Y/N: "Oh no she won't." *knocks on door* "Heather, if you don't open up right now and let these fine ladies take care of their business, I'm gonna personally release the Owen!"

Heather: "You... wouldn't... DARE!"

Y/N: *Troll face grin* "Oh, wouldn't I?"

And... she caves.

Heather: "UGH! Fine!"

Y/N: "Go right ahead, ladies."

Leshawna: "Honey, mama's gonna thank you big time one day."

The sexy choco-mama then goes up to hug you before all the girls head inside, all (except Gwen) having adorable pouty faces from Leshawna's affections towards you.

Y/N: "My work here is done."

Chris: *speakers* "I hope you're ready for the most challenging challenge yet, 'cause breakfast is in 3 minutes at the campfire pit."

Y/N: "Better get a move-on."

Moments later, both teams are gathered at the bonfire. And Chris is about to lay down the rules of today's challenge.

Chris: "Are you ready for today's EXTREME MAX IMPACT CHALLENGE?"

Owen: "WE ARE READY! *laughs*

Chris: *holds up can of beans* "Incoming!" *throws it*

It almost hits Gwen, but you caught it just in time. You wink at her for assurance and she smiles at you. Chris then gets a box FULL of cans of beans and tosses them to all the campers.

Chris: "This is breakfast."

Heather: "No, breakfast is crepes, croissants, even Chef's yucky burnt eggs."

Y/N: "Not in this camp, sweetheart. You either take what you can get or go hungry altogether."

Heather: "Who asked you, asshole?"

Y/N: *sarcastically* "Ooh, ouch! Oh! Yeah that really hurt."

Owen: "Beans, beans, they're good for your heart. The more you eat, the more you--"

Someone throws a can of beans at his head, knocking him out.

Chris: "Today's challenge is about survival. We're going hunting."

Duncan: "Now that's more like it."

Harold: "Isn't that a paintball gun?"

Chris: "Why yes, Harold. It is." *shoots Harold*

Bridgette: "So we won't be killing anything?"

Chris: "Negatory. This is the first ever paintball deer hunt. I'll announce the teams once we get into the woods. So finish breaky."

Owen: *burps* "Ahh, got anymore?"

Y/N: "Once again, Owen the garbage disposal devours his prey. Luckily, I've got some snackies for substitute breaky."

Owen: "Ooh, can I--"

Y/N: "Nope!"

And so, the teams all gather near the woods. Chris brought along a board and mounted on it are 7 paintball guns. 4 reds and 3 greens.

Chris: "And now for the team breakdowns. The Killer Bass hunters are Harold, Geoff and Bridgette, locked and loaded with Bass blue paint and using orange paint are the Gopher hunters, Leshawna, Beth, Owen and Lindsay."

Each gun is handed out to each name called out.

Owen: "WAA-HOO!!! This is awesome, man!

Chris: *puts on camo hat and orange goggles* "You also get these stylin' glasses and wicked camo caps. The rest of you are now deer. Here are your antlers, noses and little white tails."

Heather: "Yeah right. I'm not wearing that."

Y/N: "Aww, come on, Heather, don't you wanna look cute?"

Heather: "SHUT IT, YOU ROTTEN DICK!"

Duncan: "There's no way I'm a deer."

Chris: "Take these off and your team is toast."

Y/N: *dawns on deer gear* "No biggie. I'll just pretend I'm Bambi's father, the Great Prince of the Forest."

Owen laughs at Duncan

Duncan: "What are you looking at?"

Owen: "Oh, nothing... Bambi." *pulls his tail, lets it go*

Duncan: "You'd better be a good shot, tubby."

With all the teams divided, the ones playing deer get their head start and head deep into the forest, but not too deep.

Gwen: "This may be the lamest thing I've ever done in my life."

Y/N: "Maybe for some of us, but Gwen... I'm gonna be honest... you look pretty cute when you're dressed as a deer."

She blushes.

Trent: "So, what do we do now?"

Y/N: "I say we split up. If we're caught in a group, we'll lose."

Heather: "For once, I agree with you. But only because you're so disgusting to be around and I wanna win."

Gwen: "At least he has some good ideas."

Right then and there, the four of you run off to better your chances of out-maneuvering the opposing hunters. But...

Y/N: "Uh... you gonna run off like the rest of us or are you gonna sit on your ass and let yourself be an easy target?"

Heather: "Fuck you! I'm going to wait for Lindsay and Beth and make them protect me for the whole game."

Gwen: "Wouldn't that be against the rules?"

Heather: "Do you see a rules person anywhere? Worry about your own fluffy tails."

Y/N: "Meh, let her be, Gwen. If she wants to lose, let her lose."

Gwen shrugs and continues on her way, as do you. And within a few minutes of your headstart...

Chris: *speakers* "Start your paintballs! GAME ON!"

Beth: "Alright! Let's go bag some deer!"

Leshawna: "Ha-ha, I am down with that!" *sees Owen splashing himself with some liquid from a jar*

Beth: "What are you doing?"

Owen: "Masking my scent so the deer don't smell me coming."

Leshawna: *disgusted* "Tell me that isn't--"

Owen: "Pee? Yes! Yes, it is!"

Lindsay: "Ew!"

Owen: "I've got some more if you need some."

Beth: "We're hunting other campers. You don't have to hide your scent."

Owen: "You mean I collected all this pee for nothing?"

And he tosses it away, making Beth and Lindsay flee.

Leshawna: "Dude, you are one sick ticket."

The challenge goes on and Lindsay and Beth still haven't been able to find one deer. At least... one deer from the opposing team.

You, on the other hand, were chilling in some bushes and having a bag of chips you had brought with you from your cabin. You had other snacks, but those were reserved for later. For now, you had yourself a nice, tasty potato chip breaky to yourself.

Heather: *clears throat* "What took you so long?"

Beth: "Were we supposed to come find you?"

Heather: "Hellow, alliance anyone?"

Lindsay: "Ooh! Ooh! Me, can I be in one?"

Heather: "You already are, Lindsay. That's the point. Now, go find me some berries, I'm starving."

Lindsay: "Woo-hoo! Yeah!" *runs off*

Beth: "Shouldn't we be... you know, hunting?"

Heather: "She is hunting... for me. But actally, berries won't be enough. Go get me some chips."

Beth: "In the forest?"

Heather: "In the dining hall... now! And no barbeque!"

[Confessional: Beth]

Beth: *frustrated* "Okay, Heather can be so bossy. And in nature, hunters would never go find food for the deer!" *curious, worried* "Heather won't hear this, right?"

[End of confessional]

And off goes Beth, begrudgingly. By this point, you heard enough of this from behind some bushes and decide to emerge.

Y/N: "You know, you're a real slave driver."

Heather: "Shouldn't you be scampering alone somewhere, O Great Prince of the Forest?"

Y/N: "I would, but hearing you boss around my girlfriend and Beth like that, I'm not gonna stand for that kind of treatment."

Heather: "Your WHAT?!"

Y/N: "Yeah, you heard what I said! I said "girlfriend!" As in, a girl I'm currently dating right now!"

Heather: *grunts in frustration* "She is SO out of the alliance for going against the rules!"

Y/N: "Good, because the last thing I want is for her to socialize with a stupid excuse for a leader who uses her for her own selfish gain."

Heather: "Don't be calling me stupid, "Stupid!"

Y/N: "Okay then, how about BITCH?"

Heather: "Arrogant dick!"

Y/N: "Spoiled sow!"

Heather: "Fuck you!"

Y/N: "Fuck you!"

Heather: "FUCK YOU!

Y/N: "FUCK... YOU!!!"

The two of you butt heads with each other, glaring into each other's eyes for a while... until you both pull each other into a heated trip straight into smooch city. You break apart from this hot, sexy, yet rotten bitch, breathing in a sharp breath of air.

Heather: "You're still the biggest asshole I've ever met."

Y/N: "You make me sick."

Heather: "Shut up and kiss me you handsome dumbass!"

And the spit swapping continues.

[Confessional: Heather]

Heather: "Okay, for the record, I do NOT like Y/N! That jerk has been getting on my nerves since day one. I mean seriously, what does Lindsiot even see in a guy who's possibly the most idiot, annoying, handsome, studly little-- *stops, blushes* T-T-That's not what I meant!"

[Confessional: Y/N]

Y/N: "I couldn't help myself! Yes, she's a bitch and quite possibly an extremely spoiled brat, but man, there was something in her eyes that just... compelled me to kiss her. Her personality makes me sick to my stomach, but damn does she look SMOKIN'!"

[End of confessional]

Both you and Heather pull away from each other for air.

Heather: *whispers to you* "Shame you won't hit a home run with me. I even brought some of my pills.*

Y/N: "Oh really?"

You reach into your pocket, getting her curious. Then, all of a sudden, she hears small electronic humming sound coming from your pocket before the camera crew's equiptment goes bonkers.

Camera man: "What the? What just happened?"

Boom operator: "Beats me. Let's head back to get the stuff fixed."

Suddenly, it was now just you and Heather as the camera crew took off to get their stuff fixed.

Heather: "How'd you do that?"

Y/N: *pulls out device* "With this. I built myself a few of these EMP generators in case my privacy would be invaded. Now, what were you saying about "not hitting a home run?"

Heather: "You're such a pervert... but I like your resourcefulness."

Y/N: "Follow me, you dirty, horny doe."

You guide Heather deep into the forest away from prying eyes. You led her to a nice, isolated spot between some bushes and duck down, now officially being incognito.

Heather: "Just so we're clear, I am not in love with you."

Y/N: "We'll see about that, big mouth. Speaking of which..."

Without removing your tail, you take off your shorts and boxer briefs and reveal the elephant trunk tucked away inside. Heather is shocked at how massive the thing was. Despite not even being hard, she could tell it could qualify as a 3rd leg.

Heather: "How do you keep this thing tucked inside?"

Y/N: "You'd be surprised. Now... wake him up."

Heather made a disgusted noise. She'd never given a blowjob to anyone before, but what choice did she have? His manly scent was hitting her nose and that musky scent... was turning her on. She was drawn to your shaft and before she knew it, she was sucking you off.

The taste... was quite unique to her, but she didn't gag one bit. She just kept bobbing her head up and down, slurping on that massive meatsicle, stirring it awake. She could feel you getting hard and straightening out inside her mouth. She doesn't stop. She cups your ballsack, moaning like the slut she is.

Before she can continue, you stop her.

Y/N: "That's enough. Now, turn around."

Heather: "What? What for?"

You then grab her ass, causing her to yelp cutely.

Y/N: "You know you're dying to feel it."

Heather: *thinks* "Arrogant asshole. I wanna punch his lights out. And yet... his controlling demeanor is so hot..." *aloud* "Fine, but if you prove be a letdown, I am off-limits to you."

Y/N: "I doubt it'll come to that."

She rolls her eyes and turns around, presenting her fine ass to you, which you pull down her tiny shorts, revealing all of her fine, naked, round ass before feeling its firm, smooth roundness. She can feel your hands on her bum and shivers in anticipation.

Y/N: "Here it comes, sweet cheeks."

But instead of feeling you enter her warm, wet passage, she flinches when she feels you slowly enter her--

Heather: "Ahh!!! Not in my ass, you dick!"

Y/N: "Who said you get to decide? Besides, this is punishment!"

You grab her ass cheeks and ram your cock in and our of her back doors, making her grunt. And anytime she tries to reach for you, you grab her arm and spank her in the ass... hard. And if she resists, you spank her some more, making her moan and groan.

Y/N: "You must be one hell of a masochist."

Heather: "Ahh!!! Come on! *gets spanked some more* Ahh!!! You're tearing up my ass hole! What more do you want?!"

Y/N: "You want the truth?"

Heather: "Yes!"

Y/N: *stops thrusting* "Alright, here's the deal. *leans in, whispers* You stop treating my girlfriends like slaves and the rest of the team like crap altogether! Do that, shape up your attitude and I'll switch holes so you can put your pills to good use."

Heather: "Ugh, dream on!"

Y/N: "Then..." *resumes thrusting*

There was no way around it, Heather could feel like her ass hole was about to get split open some more. At this point, what other choice did she have with a pole THAT big! 

Heather: "Okay! Okay! You--- *gets spanked* AHH! You win!"

Y/N: *stops* "Say it. And pinky promise me."

Heather: *thinks* "Damn it... why me?"

She looks over her shoulder and gazes up at you. Little did she know, she's beginning to see you in a new light.

Heather: *begrudgingly* "Fine... I... pinky promise... I'll... stop acting like... a... b-b-bitch, to... your girlfriend... and... the rest of the team."

Y/N: "That's better. Now, one last thing."

Heather: *groans* "What now?"

You then turn her around and sit her up and rest her on your lap and wrap your arms around her sexy hips. You stare into her soul, smirking at this sexy bitch you've captured in your snare.

Y/N: "I'mma kiss you. And I'mma keep doing it until you tell me that you love me... and I mean you really love me."

Heather: "You're just so demanding, aren't you?"

Y/N: "And you're a spoiled brat."

She scoffs before you pull her in for a hot smooch. It lasts for a good 3 seconds before pulling away from her.

Y/N: "Say it."

Heather: "Is that all you got?"

You smooch her again, this time, for 5 seconds.

Y/N: "Say it."

Heather: "Weak."

You go in again, this time, for 10 seconds. She's trying to fight it, but you're winning her ove.r

Y/N: "Give up?"

Heather: N-N-No... never!"

And now, you go in for 15 seconds. This time... she gives off a cuter moan and her arms wrap around your neck and upper back. Even her tongue interlocks with you. She doesn't wanna pull herself away from your warm lips, but you do so anyways.

Y/N: "What's your verdict?"

Heather: *leans in, whispers* "I love you, babe."

And that's game! She's now officially your bi-- err, girlfriend. Pleased with your work, you lay her down and align your shaft with her dripping snatch and slowly enter inside her. 

Heather: "Ahh! You're so big, babe."

Y/N: "Thanks. You're pretty tight yourself, gorgeous."

Heather: "Take me... fuck me like you own me."

Y/N: "You asked for it, baby."

And the main event gets underway. You thrust your powerful pole in and out of her wet cunt. Wet, plapping noises and light rustling of the bushes rang all around you. Heather leans up and clings to you, locking her soft, warm lips with yours.

Her whole body trembles at your might. The once proud Queen of Mean has officially been dethroned and reduced to being nothing more than your eternal love slave. Needless to say, you're gonna have a LOT of explaining to do with Lindsay and Gwen. But you'll worry about that later because right now... this is too good.

Her insides were squeezing you like a vice grip, yet her love juices make it easy to slide in and out of her love tunnel. About halfway, Heather breaks for air and leans against your ear.

Heather: "Mind if I take the reigns, babe?"

Y/N: "Since you asked nicely... go right ahead."

You and Heather then switch it up, now having you lay down while she rides on top of you and what a sight it is. Her hips move up and down, her hands resting on your chest, her cheeks blushing rose red and her sweet bosom bouncing from inside her shirt. 

It's hard to believe, but despite her bitchy bratiness, Heather does have the good looks. Some would prefer her acting bitchy, but not too much, others would prefer to see her act nicer. Everyone has their tastes in women, including you.

She continues riding you, moaning up a storm. Then, she reveals the goods and pulls up her tank top, showing off those globes of love to you and sways left and right. Her boobs jiggle beautifully before she leans down and presses them onto your face.

Heather: "Can't have my boyfriend go thirsty, now can I?"

Y/N: *thinks* "Score!" 

No use fighting it, you suck on her bosom and nuzzle into them, which she enjoys you doing and rides you faster and harder. It goes on for a few more minutes until you feel your balls churning, but don't warn Heather, since she can already tell. 

Pulling herself away from your face, you watch her grab her shorts and pull out one of her pills. You sit up as soon as she gulps it down and then hold her while letting your hips move. Heather holds onto you as well, moving her hips in sync with yours.

The two of you share one last kiss before your volcano erupts inside of her and she lets out a muffled scream of pleasure. Your climaxes lasted for 25 seconds before everything died down and the two of you were basking in the afterglow.

Heather: "Wow... that... was something."

Y/N: "You said it."

Minutes later, after both of you got cleaned up, Heather is then carried back over to the stump bridal style by you while she relaxes her head up against your chest.

Heather: "Y/N, babe..."

Y/N: "Yeah, Heather?"

Heather: "As fun as it was, I... kinda... you know... with the team..."

Y/N: "Lemme guess, you're afraid to go clean in front of others."

Heather: "I'll still go clean, just... no so fast. I... kinda have a reputation to uphold, you know? But I haven't forgotten about the pinky promise, I swear on my life."

Y/N: "Hmm.... alright. But little by little, you show that you're reforming yourself, okay?"

Heather: "I promise. And... thanks again... you know... for giving me my first time and all."

Y/N: *smiles* "You're welcome, baby."

After setting her down on her stump, you peck her on the lips before taking off, even grabbing your snacks as well.

A few minutes later, the camera crew return, their equiptment fully repaired and ready to go. Meanwhile, with Beth...

Beth: *hears rustling, uncaring* "Whoever you are, go ahead. Shoot me. You can't make today any stinkier."

Trent: *comes out* "What are you talking about? I'm the deer, you're the hunter in this game. What's wrong?"

Beth: "I'm so done with this game."

Trent: "Did you at least manage to bag some deer?"

Beth: "No, but I did risk my life to steal a bag of chips."

Heather: "What took you so long?"

And there she was, the queen of mean, still waiting for her snack... keeping up her little facade. Beth approached her so-called alliance leader and handed her the chips.

Beth: *mildly stern* "Here, I hope you know what I had to go through to get those."

Heather takes the bag and looks inside.

Heather: "There's like... 11 chips left. *smells inside it* And they're barbeque... *throws them to Trent* You know what, on second thought, I just lost my appetite."

Now, Beth has had it with her.

Beth: "You know what... FINE! See if I do you any favors!"

Heather: *blinks in surprise, glares at Beth* "What did you just say?"

Trent: "Right, uh... see ya later." *takes chips and leaves*

Heather: "Take it back!"

Beth: *inhales deeply* "No!"

Heather: "Take... it... BACK!"

Beth: *crossed* "No, I'm tired of being your slave! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a challenge to complete." *walks off*

Just as she leaves, the bitchy doe gets hit by a paintball.

Heather: "OW! *angry* "Whoever you are, this is so not cool!"

But she gets hit by another paintball and is knocked off her stump. Meanwhile, somewhere else, Owen was chasing DJ around the camp and eventually led him to the edge of the cliff. The very same one from the first challenge when you 1st got here.

Owen thought he had DJ cornered... until he pulled the trigger, but his gun was on empty. It was at this moment that Owen knew... he fucked up... and DJ threw him off the cliff. Thankfully, he threw him into the safe zone and scampered off back into the forest.

Meanwhile, Heather went looking for Lindsay and found her, just as she was finishing her task.

Lindsay: "Wait, I have blueberries. See?"

But Heather knocked them out of her hands.

Heather: "Nevermind the blueberries. I'm not hungry anymore. Follow me."

And so the ladies ventured onward. Trent, on the other hand, went alone further in the forest while munching on some bbq chips, not knowing that he was leaving a trail of crumbs.

Trent: "Heather's missing out on some sweet chips."

Back with Beth, our favorite geeky girl had her sights set on Sadie, who was one of the deers. Just as she has her...

Heather: "Hey, Beth!"

Sadie hears Heather's voice and turns to see Beth, gasps in shock and takes off before Beth could beam her.

Beth: *groans* "I totally had her!"

Heather: "We've been talking about you."

Lindsay: "We have?"

Heather: "Zip it, Linds-iot. We've decided to give you one last chance. If you take it back, you can rejoin our alliance."

Beth: "Take back what?"

Heather: "The "N" word, "no."

Beth: "I don't wanna take it back."

Heather: "You are nothing without me!"

Beth: "Do you know why we keep losing challenges?"

Heather: "Because they're lame and foolish?"

Beth: "No, because you're so busy being mean that you don't even try, now all you can think of is bossing us around!"

Heather gasps and... now her team loses by default as she pulls off her deer nose and flicks it onto Beth.

Beth: *pissed* "Oh-ho-ho, that's IT!"

Heather: *pissed, challenging* "BRING IT, DWEEB!"

Meanwhile, with you, you spot Owen and he's all... washed up.

Y/N: *laughs* "Dude, what happened to you?"

Owen: "Let's just say... you can leave the hunter with less ammo than he thought he had. You can throw him over a cliff. *empties out shoe filled with water and a crab* You can EVEN leave him with a case of "toe crab," but you CANNOT... BREAK HIS SPIRIT!"

Y/N: *chuckles* "Okay, top deer hunter, relax. We've got plenty of time to catch up and score some points."

Just then, you both heard something... someone walking.

Owen: "Excuse me, if you please."

You shrug and let the big guy do his thing... but you also go to watch and see how this ends. You and Owen see that it's Duncan. 

Owen: "Fresh meat!"

Y/N: "This'll be fun."

Back with two certain raging hot chicks.

Heather: *glaring at Beth* "I'll give you one last chance."

Beth: *glaring back at Heather, sassy* "Why? Because you know you can't win without your little alliance?"

Heather: "I can make your life MISERABLE here!"

Beth: "You already do, Ms. Come-Put-Lotion-On-My-Nasty-Alligator-Skin! What do I have to lose?"

Meanwhile with smokin' hot Leshawna...

Leshawna: "Two hours of sneaking around in the woods, and I haven't shot a damn thing. What kinda messed up person actually does this for fun?"

Heather: "Fine! Be all alone then, loser!"

Beth: "It's better than working for you!"

Leshawna follows the voices and looks over some bushes and finds what looks like other players, but can't see who it is through her orange goggles and takes a shot. Little did she know, she wound up hitting Heather of all people.

Heather: *yelps* "WHO WAS THAT?"

Leshawna: "Ooh! I knew I should've gone to the optometrist before I came out here. Heh, sorry about that."

Heather: "YOU!!! *to Beth* "Gimme your gun! Give it!"

But Beth shoots Heather, too.

Heather: "AGH!!! Charlie Horse!" *collapses*

Leshawna: *praising* "Girl, you crazy."

Beth: "Just looked like a lot of fun when you did it." *laughs with Leshawna*

Heather: "STOP LAUGHING!"

Back with Duncan, the dude was chilling out and drinking water from a pond, not bothering to see if it was safe or not. You're watching him from behind the bushes and Owen's scoping him from atop a tree branch, waiting to take his shot.

Owen: "This is the shot of the day. With one paintball, hunter and prey's mutual destinies... *takes aim* will be fulfilled."

But just then, his butt blew his cover. And Duncan caught wind of Owen's attack.

Duncan: *sniffs* "Beans." *looks up, smiling* "Owen!"

Owen farts again.

Duncan: "Nice try "Farticus! You almost had me!" *runs off*

And Owen blasts another gas bomb, clearing a few tree leaves away, revealing his fat arse. Then he fell and tooted one last time. You came out of the bushes, laughing your ass off.

Y/N: "Wow, dude... you totally "blew it!" *laughs*

You take off, holding your sides, still laughing your ass off while Owen tries to recuperate.

Meanwhile with Trent, he finished his bbq chips just as he arrived at a blueberry bush. He picks up the berries, only to feel a luming presence behind him and saw... yup... papa bear's back!

Trent: "Oh... shit."

[Confessional: Bear]

We see the bear downing a few potato chip crumbs, tasting them and liking the bbq flavor. He reaches inside for more, only to find there's nothing left in the bag.

[End of confessional]

Back with the 4 ladies...

Heather: *snatches Lindsay's paintball gun* "Gimme that!" *shoots both Leshawna and Beth*

Beth: *pissed* "Oh, now it's so on."

And it's a 2 vs 1 paintball brawl between Beth, Leshawna and Heather while Lindsay is covering her face, scared of getting hit.

Back with you, you suddenly encountered Courtney.

Courtney: "It's you! You still haven't gotten hit?"

Y/N: "Nope. And neither have you, so that's a good sign. Hey, Owen almost got the jump on Duncan earlier, but his ass blew his cover... literally, you should've seen it." *chuckles*

Courtney: "Isn't Owen on your team?"

Y/N: "Yeah, but he's a million laughs sometimes."

Courtney: "If you say so. I'm gonna head back."

Y/N: "You do that. I'm gonna go ahead and keep walking. I need the cardio to keep in shape."

Courtney: "Have fun then."

But as you're both about to head in opposite directions, you wind up in a tangled situation, getting your antlers caught in hers.

Courtney: "Hey! Let me go!"

Y/N: "Let you go? Courtney, I'm stuck, too!"

[Confessional: Y/N]

Y/N: "We could've taken our antlers off, but knowing Courtney, she'd probably tell Chris about it and we'd lose the challenge. Then again, even if she didn't tell, the camera crews would've revealed the truth and we all know that video footage never lies."

[End of confessional]

Courtney: "Now what?"

Y/N: "Umm... *holds up bag of chips* ...you hungry?"

Courtney: "Where'd you get those?"

Y/N: "My secret stash from the tuck shop. I stocked up on a lot of snacks after the camping challenge, remember?"

Courtney: "Wow... *smiles* ...You really think ahead."

Meanwhile, with the Killer Bass, specifically, Bridgette, Geoff and Harold, they all hear a commotion and follow it. They peek over some bushes and find Heather, Leshawna and Beth shooting each other with their paintball guns.

So, to add salt to injury, the three bass hunters opened fire on the ladies and painted their orange stains with blue paintballs.

Bridgette: "This is really fun!"

Before they could continue, Chris makes an announcement.

Chris: "Attention human wildlife and hunters. Please report back to camp, it's time to show your hides and tally up the scores!"

Moments later, both teams make it back and... poor Trent has really gotten himself into a pickle. The poor guy's covered in bandages and can't even move for a while.

Chris: *stern* "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Stealing from Chef, eating chips in the woods, being mauled by bears. Do you know what I see here? I see a very undisciplined group. I see a disgraceful mess, I see a MASSIVE waste of paint product, and I have to say... *happy* THAT... WAS... AWESOME! *laughs* When you guys opened fire on your own team, wicked TV guys."

Harold: "Hey, anyone seen Y/N and Courtney?"

Y/N: "Over here guys!"

The others see you and Courtney show up... and they're taking in the funniest sight ever.

Gwen: *grins* "Oh, this is too much."

Owen: *laughs, teases* "Y/N, you sly dog, you!"

Y/N: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down! Yes, she is cute and pretty, but I don't think she likes being in this situation."

Courtney: "Well... it wasn't that bad."

Sure enough, Geoff and Bridgette helped you and Courtney get unstuck and pulled you away.

Y/N: "Thanks, you two."

Chris: "Well, since 3 members of the Gophers are dripping in paint... *Lindsay turns, showing her blue spots in the back* ...make that 4 members, and some of them aren't even deer, *turns to the Killer Bass* I think we have our winner."

The Killer Bass cheer with glee.

Chris: "You're off on a hunting-camp shindig! Gophers, I'll see you at the campfire ceremony. Again."

[Timeskip to nighttime]

Yet another bonfire ceremony for the Screaming Gophers and what a night it will be.

Y/N: "Well, as the old saying goes. You win some, you lose some, but man... sorry you had to take a beating from that bear, Trent."

Trent: *muffled* "It's not your fault."

[Confessional: Trent]

Trent: "I've fought hard and went as long as I could. But now, I just don't have the strength to make it to the next day. And as crazy as it sounds, I had fun... and I'm voting myself off."

[Confessional: Leshawna]

Leshawna: "Who did I vote for? Well, Heather's been a pain in my butt from day one. But, I gotta say... Trent."

[Confessional: Owen]

Owen: "Yeah... Trent... not so useful in challenges anymore."

[Confessional: Y/N]

Y/N: "I didn't wanna vote him off, but Trent's all messed up. Trent, if you get this message, get well soon, man."

[Confessional: Lindsay]

Lindsay: "I totally admire Belle for standing up to Heather, *worried* but she's so dead now!"

[End of confessional]

Chris: *holds up plate* "There are only 7 marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper--"

Gwen: *bored, speeding it up* "Who does not receive a marshmallow must immediately return to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers and leave. Can't we just get this over with?"

Chris: "Fine, whatever. Spoil the moment."

And the marshmallows are handed out as followed:

Y/N

Lindsay

Owen

Gwen

Leshawna

Beth

And now... it all comes down to Trent and Heather.

Chris: "Campers, this is the final marshmallow tonight."

Heather waits in anticipation, but Trent is waiting for the inevitable, peacefully closing his eyes, knowing the result.

Chris: "...Heather."

Heather: *snatches marshmallow, turns to team, pissed* "You are all lucky, okay? VERY lucky!"

Y/N: "Is that right?" *squints at his girlfriend*

Chris: "Trent, the Dock of Shame awaits, bro."

Y/N: "Let me help him, Chris." *walks up to Trent* "Hey, you did a good job, Trent. Let's get you back home."

You grab Trent's wheelchair and push him off to the docks while his team sees him off.

Beth: "Goodbye, Trent."

Leshawna: "See ya, buddy."

Owen: "Take care, dude."

As you arrive at the dock, you wait for the boat to arrive.

Y/N: "You know, Trent... if you hadn't gotten mauled by a bear, you'd still be going strong. But hey, at least you made it pretty far. Now you have a story to tell your family. Not a lot of people are lucky enough to survive a bear attack, let alone us 18 year olds."

Just then, the Boat of Losers shows up and you help Trent board the boat and help secure his wheelchair so he won't fall off.

Y/N: "If possible, tell our other teammates I said hi."

Trent: *muffled* "Okay. See ya later."

You jump off the boat and watch Trent leave in the distance. Now that he was gone, it was time to deal with another matter.

[1 hour later...]

After eating their marshmallows and hitting the sack, you had another oppressing matter to deal with... regarding Heather. From what you heard, it seems she's being a bit too slow with her redemption, so now, here you are, in the communal bathrooms. Alone with the queen of mean, both of you are naked and she looks as though her mind is about to break as you furiously rut her missionary style.

Heather: *shaky moans* "I...I s-s-s-said s-s-s-sorry, babe! Agh!!! Mercy!" *clings to your arms*

Y/N: "Sorry, all outta mercy! You should've thought twice before threatening us at the bonfire like that and insulting my girl! Don't think I didn't see the footage. So as punishment, you will endure 7 whole rounds nonstop... and you only got 4 more to go... sweet cheeks."

Sure enough, your volcano erupted inside her used and abused womanhood, yet she looks so happy about it. Guess she really loves it when you take control like that.

Y/N: "Make that 3 more to go."

And so you keep on stuffing this sexy, bitchy turkey throughout the night, teaching her who's REALLY in charge.

Little did you know, Lindsay and Gwen picked up on what you were doing and found your tactics to be... quite effective. And hot. 

[A/N: HAH!!! Bet ya didn't see that one coming. Another chapter/lemon done and done right for my wonderful audience. Now watch as I continue on and work on my most FAVORITE episode of all... the COOKING CHALLENGE, so grab your favorite food and a soda pop, or whatever drink you like. The next chapter is gonna be a doozy, so don't touch that dial and... STAY TUNED!]