Taggie tries to flee, but the machine catches her too

Taggie took a good look at her friends. Orchid was screaming dwarven obscenities, her rump now as red as her fiery hair or her blushing cheeks. Violet’s was even more flustered, but at least she had the water to cool herself off ...repeatedly. “…yeah, I think that’s not a good idea. Let’s scram before something happens to us. Ah!”

The machine was overheating, coming apart at the seams. A pipe busted behind the two elves, the steam making them jump forward. The duo landed on separate conveyor belts.

“Well, that was close… Eep!” Another hose came free and twirled around like a snake, spewing glue everywhere. The liquid knocked Taggie and Delphi flat into the conveyor belt, gluing the two elves to it. With her chest glued, Delphi wiggled her blue legs to try and get free, kicking a lever near the ground. The conveyor belt started to move.

“Delphi, what did you do?”

“I, err, activated the super cleaning cycle,” Delphi replied, reading the label on the lever.

“Great. Strap on then-Ahhh!” The two different belts carried their elves across slightly different paths but with the same experience. A hose appeared on Taggie’s peripheral vision, and she flinched, but nothing but air came out. Same deal for Delphi.

Taggie followed the hose with her eyes. Right, this one grabbed water from the busted reservoir, which was empty now. The other end of the tube just flopping around the surface… sucking up pieces of slime. “Uh-no. Eeck!”

Finally, both hoses sprayed the girls, not with water, but with acid slime. Once more, Taggie felt the wonderful sensation of her clothes melting away from her body until nothing remained over her chocolate skin… For some reason, the transparent glue was unaffected and still kept her bound to the belt. Under any other circumstance, Taggie would be curious as to why that is.

“C-come on! That was my favorite pair of boots.” Taggie mumbled, looking down at the toes wiggling under her smooth brown legs and over her cresting breasts. What was behind them, however, made her heart skip a beat.

“Are those Taggie and Delphi? Are they naked?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Washing machine? More like a stripping machine!”

“Eek- Argh!” Delphi tried to scream, but a jet of cold water muffled her squeal, it seemed like the other hoses had a backup tank. More and more water was sprayed on the two elves, drenching them completely. The duo kept screaming and squealing as the belt carried them upwards, towards the drying rack.

The two belts almost intercepted at the middle, but they made a sharp 90° downwards turn over the hanging rack. There were only scant inches apart separating them as they moved down, something Delphi and Taggie found out the hard way. As the glue still kept them bound to the belts, they did not have misfortune of falling into the rack like their friends. Instead, they were doomed to follow the whole cycle until the end.

The two elves got turned upside-down as the belt went down. They were pressed against the other in the scant opening, the belts struggling to keep moving. Each elf acting as a roadblock for the other that prevented them both from moving along with the cycle. Their faces mushing together, Taggie’s chest interlocking with Delphi’s petite breasts like a mismatched jigsaw puzzle.

“W-well, this is awkward,” Taggie mumbled, her lips pressing against her friend’s cheek. “Kind of like that time when Viela shoved us into our tree hollow. Urgh... or when we got hit with the shrinking powder, huh?”

Delphi was acutely aware of Taggie’s lips grazing hers. Of her body grinding against her own due to the mechanical monstrosity they had sabotaged. Taggie felt quite warm too… quite nice… b-but only because Delphi was soaking wet! Yeah, that’s the reason. Her face turned a deep purple. “Y-yeah, very …awkward. Eep!”

While the belt all but stopped, the cleaning cycle did not. It deployed brushes to keep going. They spun around the elves’ feet, stomach, and every ticklish part of their anatomy, including one very sensitive and ungraded place towards their lower body. “Aaahh! Not there.”

The two elves were stuck struggling and writhing for several minutes. Pressed togehter, brushes tickling them while the belt squeezed them against the other in an attempt to keep moving.

The conveyor was finally able to move on by sheer strength, the two elves crossed the small gap and were taken back to the beginning… so they could ride another loop, and another, and another until someone stopped the machine.

It was quite the spectacle. Two of the brightest students on the campus were stuck hanging from a wooden beam and receiving a never-ending spanking. Another was in the worst carrousel ride of her life, and the two resident troublemakers were in a perfect Ouroboros of a cleaning cycle, getting constantly sprayed, tickled, and rubbed against the other.

The inauguration of the washing machine had garnered quite the attention in the college. Elves were pouring in to marvel at the show, and maybe even laugh at the girls' misfortune. All but one woman, who decided that she had seen enough.

“Headmistress, where are you going?”

“Ugh, to sleep. I got a headache all of the sudden.”

“Shouldn’t you do something about this whole situation?”

She stopped walking. “If they are still there when I woke up … I’ll consider it.”