

Spic 'N' Skunk
by Alex Reynard

NOTE: This is a tiny little story that makes no sense and exists purely because I wanted to have fun with a really weird idea. I think it was good for me to just write and not care what anyone thought of the end result. :)

Oh, and you probably shouldn't try this at home.


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"It is ze time for ze doings of laundry!" Fifi LaFume declared. Now, this might strike some as odd, considering that Fifi does not usually wear clothes, but she had her reasons.

Warm afternoon sun shone down on her Cadillac-house. The petite skunkette picked up the pink plastic laundry basket by her front door and carried it to her kitchen in the hood. There, she lifted up the trapdoor in the floor with her foot and started down the stairs. After several years of living in the town's junkyard, she had made some additions. Below the car's chassis was a hollowed-out basement level for storage, plus a roomier, more private bedroom and a laundry room. The latter was her current destination.

Humming to herself, she sat the basket down and took a seat. Looking around the small, dim room, one might notice that there was a dryer, but no washing machine. Curioser and curioser.

Fifi began to sort the laundry into whites and colors. Purple skirts and yellow blouses went to one side; panties and nightgowns to the other. One may have guessed by now that this was Babs' Bunny's dirty clothes, and one would be right. After a small accident in the school laboratory a few weeks earlier, Fifi had been volunteering to do her friends' laundry rather a lot these days.

She didn't fully understand how it had happened, but she did know the results. One moment she was volunteering to test Calamity's new transporter device (She could not resist his big, sad puppydog eyes), the next she was blinking away smoke, 100 feet away from where she'd been standing , and Calamity's computers were beeping like crazy. Fifi didn't feel any different, but that was definitely a 'something's gone haywire' alarm she was hearing. She checked herself to make sure nothing of her anatomy had gone missing. Calamaity came over, looking sheepish, and explained that there had been a slight problem. He'd cannibalized a washing machine for parts to build the destination pad for his transporter and, well...

Fifi picked up a pale pink pair of panties with an embroidered 'B' on the front. With a naughty grin, she brought them to her nose and took a deep, slow sniff. She giggled. This felt deliciously naughty. What a bad little skunk she was, rooting through her friend's underthings and getting her jollies from smelling them! But how could she pass up such an opportunity? The young skunk was perpetually horny, and Babs' panties just smelled so darn *good*! A mixture of musk and sweat, sometimes other more earthy scents, and of course, carrots.

Wiggling in lust, Fifi grabbed up pawfuls of panties and shoved her face into them. She cooed and 'Mmmmmm!'ed with wild abandon. She let most of them fall in her lap, but kept one in her paw. She licked the soft cotton. Nibbled the crotch a bit. Then stuffed the whole thing in her mouth and swallowed.

Then she gulped down a second pair. And another and another. The texture didn't bother her at all, and the taste was divine! Scrumptious lusty rabbit flavor! Once Fifi had gobbled up all of Babs' panties, she went to work on the nightgowns, bras and socks. There were only a few, and they didn't taste as good, but Fifi devoured them all nonetheless.

When she was finished, she sat back with a sigh and felt her tummy rumble. She looked down at it. Nice and full; it even bulged a little. She ran her paw over the taut roundness. Then her belly began to churn. A regular back-and-forth motion that meant the wash cycle had begun. Fifi picked up a magazine from a nearby table, put her feet up on the laundry basket, and waited.

As can be guessed by now, Fifi's insides had been changed by the accident. She was now a walking, living, furry purple washing machine! Calamity had assured her the results would be temporary as soon as he perfected his device and ran her through again, but she'd been having so much fun since then, she wasn't sure she wanted that. The change hadn't harmed her in any way. And after he'd told her what she'd become, she had gone home and had been unable to resist trying her new anatomy out. A few hours later, she'd eaten every last one of her hairbows, four nightgowns, six dresses, two pairs of mittens, a scarf, ten pairs of panties, ten pairs of socks and a dish towel. It was bliss. She'd fingered herself so much she'd left a two-meter-wide mess of skunk dribblings on her bedroom carpet.

Fifi idly played with herself as she read. Time passed, and soon she felt the agitation in her belly stop. She grinned. Now came the exciting part. She held tight to the chair in anticipation.

With a loud whirr, the spin dry started up! Fifi's tummy was bouncing up and down in the chair and she was laughing out loud. Her insides churned and sloshed. Droplets of skunkhoney flew from her pretty pussy as she bucked in her seat. "Oooooooh la la! Zis is ze best kind of good, clean fun a girl can have!"

When the spinning inside her finally stopped, Fifi was pleasantly dizzy and had slammed through four solid orgasms. Not bad. Though she'd had more on some of the more oversize loads before.

Bracing herself against the chair, she pushed herself to her feet and wobbled over to the dryer. She lifted the lid and began to haul herself up. Not exactly easy after what she'd just been through.

The dryer was a toploader. Fifi sat on the edge, positioning her purple tushie over the hole. She settled in, getting herself comfortable. She felt a little wiggling sensation in her insides and began to push.

The skunkette cooed as she felt one of Babs's silk nightgowns start to slide out of her hiney. The smooth fabric felt wonderful. The nightie dropped into the dryer and a sock fell out after it. Fifi tensed and let out a nice loud fart. She giggled into her paws at how fun it felt, and how much it tickled when a burst of soap bubbles emerged along with it.

Fifi continued to poop out her friend's clothes as she moaned shamelessly and gently stroked her fingers over her clit and cunny. The clothes came out sparklingly clean. Feeling them fall out of her made her feel naughty, silly, strange and (naturally) horny. She brushed her short-furred fingers over her labia, teasing herself with a soft touch. All the time she was farting continuously. More bubbles came out, some drifting languidly to the ceiling to pop, others hanging around and collecting on her fur.

Pushing hard, Fifi squeezed out the last three panties in a bunch. She grunted, then leaned forward in relief and satisfaction. A good dump could feel nice sometimes, but this new skill of hers took the cake. She brushed the suds from her ass and fingered her anus a bit. Not just because it felt good, but to make sure there wasn't anything left in there. She stuck her whole paw inside (Toons are stretchy, after all) and found one more bra. Tugging it out made her stiffen and hiss at the feeling from her overworked little bumhole.

Fifi reached behind her for the box of fabric softener sheets. She dropped one in, then shifted position enough to close the lid. She eased back onto it. "Eep!" The cool metal on her pucker made her jump! She set the dryer's timer and grinned as it started to vibrate.

Her tummy rumbled. It always wanted a snack after she'd unloaded a load. Spying the fabric softener box, she plucked out a sheet, balled it up, and popped it daintily in her mouth. The flavor wasn't too strong. Enjoyable. Since her change, Fifi had been craving all sorts of laundry-related goodies. Soapy flavors had gone from nauseating to scrumptious. Fifi chewed the sheet thoroughly before swallowing.

Fifi paused the dryer when she remembered she'd forgotten to clean the lint trap. She pulled out the long metal rectangle, revealing a bumper crop of fuzz. She idly wondered why, no matter what color laundry went in, it always ended up looking purply-grey. She gently teased the lint off, rolling it away until it fell off in one long sheet. She replaced the filter, started the dryer again, and held the lint in her paws.

She rolled it up into a loose ball. She touched it to her cheek. "Ooh, it is soft!" She sniffed it. "And it smells good!" Fifi's mouth watered. She didn't know why, but she wanted the lint.

She took a big bite, and instantly giggled. "It is just like ze candy cotton at ze fair!" It was fluffy in her mouth and tasted considerably better than she expected. Fifi enjoyed her snack quite a bit. She thought she might check the wastebasket for more after this load was done.

Thirsty now, she hopped down off the dryer to get a drink. She screwed the cap off a big blue bottle of laundry detergent. She poured some into the cap and sipped it delicately. A very strong flavor. It reminded her a bit of fruit punch, but obviously soapier. Fifi drank three capfuls. She burped, and a sparkling burst of rainbow-reflecting bubbles burst out of her! She laughed cutely at the sight.

Then it was back up on the dryer again. She didn't want to miss her favorite part! She rested herself against the cool concrete wall behind the dryer. Two fingers spread her beautiful cunny open. A drop of her fluid trickled down her inner lips and landed on the dryer lid, just barely audible. Fifi fingered herself for a while, getting her sex and her paw nice and wet, then leaned forward and pressed her pussy right to the vibrating lid of the dryer.

Fifi yowled! "Zat hits ze spot!!" She moaned and grunted and squeaked as she ground her pussy onto the cool, smooth metal. The vibrations zoomed through her like little lightning bolts. Fifi used her thumb to fiddle with her clitoris.

Fifi teased herself mercilessly, getting close to orgasm then forcing herself to back off. Not just yet. Not until... The dryer dinged! "Oui! It is time!!" She grinned when, right on schedule, the dryer kicked into high gear.

Now she was moaning loud enough that people passing by outside the junkyard were cocking their heads at the peculiar noise. The old, dependable dryer rattled and bounced her as it mercilessly attacked her pinkness. The vibrations felt intense enough to rip her to bits! And she loved it! No more restraining herself: she rubbed her clit roughly and raced towards the finish line.

Fifi hiccuped a few more bubbles before shouting out in triumph as she reached her peak! A jet of skunkette cum sailed across the room to splash on the floor. Several more blasts left an obvious trail on the concrete leading up to the dryer. Fifi was a squirter, and quite proud of it. She collected some of her nectar on her fingers and licked it up. Not surprisingly, it had acquired a slightly soapy taste in the last few days.

The dryer kept on like a bucking bronco and Fifi kept on riding it to what felt like a dozen more orgasms. By the time the clothes finally stopped spinning, there was practically a waterfall of spring-scented skunk cum running down the front of the machine. Fifi giggled at her mess. She had no intention of cleaning up after her playtime.

Tired and breathing hard after such an intense dryer-assisted masturbation session, Fifi nevertheless dutifully retrieved Babs' clothes and took them over to the chair for folding. When she was done, she retrieved a bit more dryer lint for a treat before starting to swallow Babs' shirts and skirts.

"I am definitely too wore out to take a dryer ride zis time!" she said to herself. "Zat is for sure."

Although she knew darn well she was probably lying to herself.

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A few hours later, Babs hurried to the entrance to her burrow at the sound of the doorbell. Just from the light musk in the air, she could tell who it was. "Hiya, Feefarino! Done with my clothes already?" she asked. When she popped out of her hole, the young bunny was in for a surprise. Her friend looked like she could definitely use a nap!

Fifi, looking rumpled but happy, handed the basket to her. "Bonjour Babsie! Here are your clothes, nice and clean."

Babs was very grateful to Fifi for doing her laundry. The clothes always looked brighter than when she did them at home. "Thanks! You, uh, look a bit tired though. Any trouble?"

The skunkette smiled reassuringly. "Non! Not at all. I just, um, overexerted myself a little. On some... Housework. Yes, zat's right." Just then, Fifi hiccuped and a big shiny soap bubble popped out and rose into the air between them.

Babs arched an eyebrow.

Fifi blushed and giggled.

Babs just shrugged and paid Fifi for her services. 'Must be some French thing', she thought.



THE END