This story is based on an old story called "Panty Fight" from an unknown author. The story sadly is not available anymore but I really liked the premise of imagianing panties fighting in the washing machine and so I decided to take my own spin on it. It is not a new version of that story nor a continuation, I just took the basic idea and spun a new story around it. I hope you'll enjoy it.
It was almost hypnotic, seeing how the laundry got thrown through the washing machine, tumbling chaotic in all directions. Okay, the chaos came mostly from the fact that this laundromat's washing machine was a piece of junk and didn't work properly but at least it's cheap and the laundromat was basically empty at night, so I didn't have to deal with other annoying customers or long waiting times. But just as that thought crossed my mind, one of the doors of the building opens and a girl about my age, so 21ish, ran into the room. She looked very distraught and exhausted as she frantically peered through the room. As she saw me and the washing machine I was standing before, she quickly dashed towards me, panting as she stopped right in front of me. "Excuse me, I really don't want to bother you, but I think I left one of my panties in the washing machine you’re using right now. Is there any chance you've seen it?" I shook my head, not having noticed anything like that. "Sorry.", I said to her, her expression turning bleak. "For me the washing machine seemed empty. But maybe I've just overlooked it. My laundry will be done very soon, so why don't you just wait with me here and we'll see if we can find it." For the first time since she entered, a faint smile crawled over the girl’s face. "Thank you, you're very nice. I'm Pia by the way." "Nice to meet you Pia, I'm Barbara." We shook hands before sitting down on a bench in front the washing machine. Pia and I had a bit of small talk, talking about college and fashion, discovering that we actually went to the same university, just in different subjects. It was a nice conversation, before the washing machine signaled it's done with a loud peeping sound, pulling us out of our chat. We both quickly got up and I opened the lid, taking out all my clothes. I laid them up on a table beside the machine and started sorting through them, seeing if I could find Pia's panties anywhere in the big pile of laundry. "Ah, there it is!", Pia exclaimed, and she pulled a black panty out of the stack. But as she yanked it out, we both stopped in surprise. Because her black panty was tightly interwoven and meshed into an almost unbreakable ball of cloth with a white panty of mine.
"Well look at that!", I say, blurting out the first thing that came to my head without even thinking about the implications. "Looks like my panties weren't happy about an outsider in the machine and decided to fight them! And it looks like it was quite a spectacle. "
"It seems like that!", Pia replied. "But it's clear that my panties won this fight and humiliated yours!" My expression suddenly turned dark as I took in her words. Was she for real?
"Excuse me? Is something wrong with your eyes? It's clear that my panties won by a country mile! True, our panties had a fight and not just a normal one, no, they had a passionate fuckfight to the bitter end. And it’s clear that mine just raped yours and outfucked it!", I snarled, now also removing the smile of Pias face.
"What rubbish! Even you must see that your panties were the ones that got fucked like a little bitch by mine. Look how mine have them tightly gripped in their embrace and rubbed them to exhaustion!"
"I think your blind because it's my panties that have yours in their grip and squeeze them down, even now fucking them fiercely."
"Your panties could never do that; my panties are way superior!"
"No, they're not. My panties are hotter and stronger than yours!"
"Bitch, mine are cuter and sexier and could fuck yours into submission every day!"
"You slut, they could never. Admit that my panties won the fuckfight!"
"Never, because they didn't, mine won!"
"No, mine!"
"No, mine!"
The mood in the laundromat had switched drastically as Pia and I screamed at each other like banshees, hate beaming from our eyes, every sympathy we felt at first replaced by anger and disdain. For the first time since she entered the room, I noticed how similar we were in everything. Except our hair color we could be twins. Our expression, our movements, even our shouting voices, they were all the same. Jealousy, anger and hate rose up in me as we argued feverishly over who's panties won the fight and outfucked the other's slutty panties, both sure their panties could never lose to such a cheap copy's underwear. But we both had to admit internally that the panty fight ended in a tie. And we also both knew that this couldn't be the end, our pride being way too big for that. "Okay bitch!", Pia suddenly exclaimed, passionate hatred gleaming from her eyes like laser beams. "Let's decide this for real since we can’t seem to agree on my clear victory. I propose a laundry war! All my underwear against all your underwear in an all-out battle to the finish!" "Gladly slut but prepare to not wearing anything under your dresses for a while because my underwear will rip yours apart after fucking it like the cheap rubbish it is!", I growled. "Never, you will be the one running around like a cheap hoe after the war because there won't be anything left for you to wear!" "We'll see about that. Let's meet tomorrow night right here. We'll bring every piece of underwear we have and make them fight and settle this once and for all. Deal?" "Deal!"
We didn't even bother untangling the mess our panties made, leaving them on the table to continue their catball panty fight. I quickly packed up all my laundry and left the laundromat without looking at this bitch one more time. I was fuming in anger and hate but the stain forming in my panties was a clear sign that I was also horny as fuck. That whole interaction, as angry as it made me, was also highly arousing and the thought of having my underwear fight another girl's underwear made me wet beyond belief. Entering my flat, I didn’t even make it to my room before sinking to the floor and starting to masturbate, needing to release this insane sexual tension. I didn't remove my panties however, rather pushing them from the outside into my gaping cxnt and against my labia. I imagined my labia being one of Pia's panties and my own cum-stained panties fighting against them in a true fuck battle, which made me even hornier. I pushed my panties forcefully deeper and deeper into my twat, grinding it against my labia while I humped against it, feeling me and Pia matching panties to panties in the ultimate fuckfight for sexual supremacy. I moaned louder and louder as I screamed insults into my empty flat, cursing Pia and declaring my panty superiority as I plunged my underwear deeper into my cxnt, panty and labia rubbing like crazy as juices wet both equally. To no one's surprise, it didn't take long for me to explode, launching my panties out of my cxnt in a heavy wave of cum. I picked them up and started licking my cum off it, imagining it to be mine and Pia's mixed cum which fought on my tongue in tiny catballs. This got me immediately aroused again and while I sucked my panties I masturbated a second time, cumming in a big explosion once more. There was no doubt, I was fired up. I couldn't wait to face that ugly bitch and prove that my underwear, and in extension my body, was truly better than hers.
After waking up from a mostly sleepless night, I spent the entire day collecting all my panties, bras and stockings from all over my flat, searching every nook and cranny to maybe find one I missed. I decided to still wear panties, bras and stockings, just in case the fight would escalate, and we had to settle it in a more direct way. I was sure this wouldn't happen because my underwear would decimate hers so decisively that she would run away in tears and never show her ugly ass in this laundromat again. But better safe than sorry, I thought and put on my favorite panties and bra, as an intimidation strategy if nothing else. As the sun set, I grabbed my huge bags of underwear, sure that I had way more than Pia and made my way to the laundromat. As I entered, I saw Pia standing mockingly before the machines, a big bag full of clothes beside her, equaling my bag to a tie.
"Look who's here. I thought you'd be too afraid to show up and lose against me!", Pia scoffed as I approached her, dropping my bag right beside hers on the floor.
"I'd never run away from a challenge, bitch! Especially one I where it's so clear that I win!", I scoffed back.
"Oh, you're so high and mighty, makes it even more satisfying when my underwear inevitably defeats yours!"
"In your dreams! You have no chance, especially because I likely have way more underwear than you, so it's going to be a true sweep!"
"You're clearly joking. You see the size of this bag? Yours is almost invisible next to it."
"You can talk all you want but I'm sure it's all just hot air. Let's unpack our undies and then we'll see who's the laundry queen!"
Pia nodded and we both walked right in front of the washing machine. We both grabbed our bags and poured the contents on the floor between us. It took a while, and I was sure I would easily surpass her amount of underwear. But as the last panties hit the ground and I saw the two piles, I gulped, barely able to hide it from Pia. The two piles were exactly equal, same amount, same height, even the same spread of panties, bras and stockings. I'm sure if you would have counted them, the numbers of panties, bras and stockings respectively would have been the same. I was shocked and judging by the look in Pia's eyes, she was too.
"Ok, slut!", I say after the first wave of shock died down. "I have to admit were equal in amount of underwear but seeing your flimsy and cheap excuses for lingerie laying there, my victory is certain!"
"Just like yesterday, you're a blind and delirious fool. Everybody sees at first glance that your pile is only filled with hideous garbage that pales in front of my glamorous clothing. I'm sure you get no sex at all because everyone runs away when seeing your ugly lingerie!", Pia scoffs.
"You're projecting your own experience on me bitch because any girl who sees my underwear cums immediately from its pure sexiness!"
"That's just a lie. That happens when I fuck a girl but could never with this disgusting mess if cloth you call underwear!"
"You can talk as much as you want but let's just put it to the test. My underwear yearns to fight and outfuck yours!"
"Gladly, whore. It's time for the war!"
We both started putting our underwear into the washing machine, trying to do it as randomly as possible to not influence the battle to come. The washing machine was filled to the brim with bras, panties and stockings and we both could feel the antipathy, the hate and the anger emanating from our horny underwear. We almost heard them insulting each other just like we did before, only even worse, promising to rape and kill every other piece of clothing in this washing machine. We stood tightly side by side, our bodies pushing against each other as we positioned ourselves to get the best view of the machine, identical boobs and asses already touching and engaging in their own fights. Our white nylon stockings started grinding and rubbing and it was clear that they intended on ripping the other apart during our observation. But that wasn't the focus as all of our minds were centered only on the washing machine and its contents. We exchanged a challenging and hate-filled side glance and then pushed the On-button together, starting the brawl.
As the laundry inside the washing machine started to move around and get wet, the fighting was on immediately. I saw one of my panties pressing against one of Pia's, cloth rubbing against cloth. This pair didn't tangle together yet just grinding their fabric like two pussies would their labia in a passionate fuckfight. They kept together even while being thrown back and forth through the washing machine, the water making them stick together even tighter and mesh fabric even closer. The panties were clearly moaning in excitement while also exchanging the worst insults possible as they grinded wet outside to wet outside. In that moment, Pia and I became the panties in our mind, almost feeling us rubbing full surface area to full surface area, rubbing from all sides as we tumbled through a sea of other fighting underwear and roaring currents that constantly increased our closeness, as we had a full body fuckfight, panties against panties, underwear girl versus underwear girl. The feeling was truly exhilarating.
Our minds couldn't linger in this fight for long however, because they got quickly pulled into the myriads of other fights going on between our mad array of laundry. There were multiple pairs that got into crazy, unbreakable catballs of string and cloth, just like the pair that started this whole mess the day before. Straps knotted and twisted together, different pairs contorting into different shapes. There were the above mentioned catballs, panties becoming perfectly round balls of pure nylon hate, trying to outsqueeze the other panties and destroy every last fiber of them as they pulled themselves deeper and deeper into their embrace, tumbling with extreme speed through the waves. In contrast to that, other pairs of panties just laid on top of each other with their entire surface meeting and then started furiously spinning around each other. They spun and spun, fabric twisting into a tighter and tighter embrace, restricting the movement of the panties more and more until they were just one very thin string of cloth, looking like a true mixture of both cloths, not recognizable as panties anymore. The string looked like it could snap at any moment, so tightly were they rolled together. While the catball panties wildly twisted around, the strings almost didn't move at all and floated calmly through the active warzone in the machine. From the outside, not a single movement was detectable, but Pia and I knew that these panties were in the hardest and most sexual fight possible. The pressure being put on the two pieces of horny underwear was insane and so every fiber was stressed to the absolute limit as they pressed in an unmoving position against their enemy's fibers, trying not to get squished by the immense sexual pressure. It was a constant and never-ending feeling of pleasure rocking through the tense fibers who were locked in this embrace forever, the pleasure never residing as they fucked and got fucked simultaneously. So, while it looked like nothing was happening, we both felt the unthinkable pleasure and pain our panties endured and it aroused us to the extreme. However, it wasn't the only thing raising our arousal, since it wasn't only our panties fighting like wild animals. No, our bras battled just as hornily and angrily.
The way most of our bras fought in the cramped washing machine was basically a titfight without tits. They humped and slammed together, trying to make the other back down. The water was filling them up, so it truly looked just like tit-filled bras. Their straps were hooked together at their sides, tightening their hug, making their surfaces slam together over and over. I saw my bra hitting and boxing hard with its left side against Pia's bra's right side, while Pia's bra's left side carved in my bra's right side, making it completely mutual again, raising my frustration even more. The other way of bra fights was basically the opposite. Some bras would sneak up from behind on a bra from the other owner and press their front into the other's back, completely filling them up. At that point it became an insane strength contest between the two bras. The one on the inside pushing forward while the one on the outside pushed back, both desperately trying to shove the other away. But like all our underwear, they were also equally matched and got locked in an eternal stalemate just like everything in that machine. Pia's and my anger and frustration was now palpable, and it was clear we couldn't hold it in much longer.
While there were also stockings fighting in the machine, we didn't pay them as much attention as the other lingerie because there was already a fierce stockings fight going on deeper down. Our own stockings furiously grinded against each other, rips and tears forming all over as we rubbed legs like madwomen. And while this was already very intense, it didn't take long into the laundry war where this wasn't enough, and we needed more fucking of our own. So, without even really realizing it, we both raised one of our feet, now only standing on one foot, and slammed them together, stocking-cladded soles meeting directly. Our toes immediately interlocked and let our stockings fuckfight in close-combat, entering the space between the other's toes like thick nylon cocks plunging into tight nylon pussies and fucking them while getting squeezed to high heavens. Our soles grinded harder and harder, nylon getting strained and ripped apart and it didn't take long before the nylon covering our soles was nothing more than tattered fibers, letting our naked soles fuck each other directly while our toes still fought stockings to stockings. Even though this fight happened mostly unconsciously while watching the carnage in the washing machine, it still greatly increased our arousal. At that point, it was too much to handle, and we both started furiously masturbating to the laundry war, screaming insults at each other and cheering on our own underwear as we let everything out and finally came in an earth-shattering explosion, completely soaking our panties in copious amounts of cum and girly juices.
"You're such a bitch.", I snarled at Pia after my extreme orgasm died down. "You cum at the sight of my underwear fucking yours into oblivion. And stain your own panties in the progress!"
"You're the bitch here!", Pia snarled back and for the first time since the laundry started, we turned towards each other. "You're wet from your underwear getting raped and still you don't even manage to soak your panties. Look at how dry these are in contrast to mine!"
"Excuse me? My panties are drenched in my fabulous cum while yours just have a tiny stain. My panties are much more cum-soaked!"
"No slut, my are much more cum-soaked!"
"No, mine are!"
"No, mine are!"
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
"Mine! And I'll prove it to you! Let's fight cum-soaked panties to cum-soaked panties and we'll see whose panties are wetter!"
"Let's do it slut, let's have a cum-soaked panties fight and then you'll admit defeat right away!"
During this heated argument we already had slammed our bodies together and just as the last words left our mouths, humped our completely drenched panties into each other. We paid attention to not clash cxnts because this was a fight of panties even though my twat was screaming to invade and rape Pia's loose cave. But for now, we let the panties fight. The two wet panties immediately stuck and bonded together, cum mixing and ripping into each other as we rammed the panties over and over against each other. Through the excess amount of cum, the two panties got glued together, viscous juices traveling through the fibers into the other panties. The fight was super intense, as we both tried to drown the other's panties in our girly juices and destroy them, also fighting about who's cum is superior. We could clearly feel our cum fighting inside the conjoined cloth, hundreds of tiny, liquid girls forming brutal catballs and rolling through the fabric, fucking, biting and clawing to destroy the other cumgirls. We humped our bodies tighter and tighter into each other, our bra-covered tits mushing together, fighting directly in a bra-battle as our nipples almost tore through the cloth to impale the other. Our stockings had at that point completely ripped each other apart, only a few stray pieces remaining who were already looking for another enemy to fight. As I felt my stockings falling apart, my bra grinding against Pia's, our soaked panties catballing and also saw the still on-going and still equally matched laundry war, I finally snapped. With a loud scream I suddenly rammed my pussy forwards and threw my hands into Pia's hair, just to feel her doing the exact same thing simultaneously to me, our cxnts slamming into each other and pulling the conjoined panties inside.
Pia and I started violently pulling each other’s hair, tumbling around in the narrow room, stumbling into the washing machines multiple times. It only took a few moments before we crashed to the ground and finally matched up in the way we were yearning for the entire evening: a tight catball. Hands still in hair, we jammed our faces and foreheads together, mouths opening in a big bite as teeth hit teeth. Our legs hooked around the other's back and our tits and pussies completely pushed together as we built a perfectly round ball of flesh, nylon and hate. Our eyes were radiating pure madness and hatred, we just couldn't allow a girl with so similar underwear exist, it wasn't possible. Our cxnts were fully and perfectly sealed together, pussylips meeting in a mutual hold, gluing together and making the insides of our cxnts unreachable from the outside. To strengthen this even more, our drenched pussyhair naturally stuck together, pubes contorting into one big mess of hair, pulling our pussies even tighter together. Inside our now conjoined cxnts, our wet panties were fighting a brutal war, aided by our pussies. Just like some of our panties in the washer, they had formed one singular tight and wet string, locked in an endless fuckfight. My labia clasped around it trying to pull the mixed mess of cloth deeper into me, but Pia's labia did the same. This led to a kind of tug-of-war between our labia over the ownership of the panty string, both trying to haul it in and free it from the other's grip. All around it our labia started rubbing and grinding as we pushed our pussies deeper and deeper into each other while still trying to loosen the other's grip on the waring pieces of lingerie.
Our bras and tits were fighting just as hard inside our tightly pushed bodies as we rolled through the laundromat, pulling us tighter and tighter together. Fabric hit against fabric as we squished our breasts as hard as we could, nipples putting a real strain on the cloth as they met up, only separated by a few fibers now. I couldn't tell if this was more a bra fight or a boobfight, but I also didn't care, the only thing I cared about was defeating this bitch and showing her who's superior, the underwear now just being one part of this. Bite met bite before we both plunged our tongues deep into the other's mouth and let them tangle, tongue hitting tongue like sharp swords. Our head hair twisted and knotted together just like our pubes did deeper down, truly locking us in this hateful catball through the empty laundromat. Or at least empty until then, because just as we were fully entangled, we suddenly heard the doors to the laundromat open.
Immediately freaking out, Pia and I looked for a way to escape without being seen. Breaking the catball was obviously not an option, we would rather die than letting the other have the satisfying of letting go of our embrace. But what other options did we have? We still rolled around and then we did something I never thought would happen. Was it intent or coincidence? I don't know but fact is that we suddenly rolled right into an open washing machine, our deeply squished bodies miraculously fitting in, filling it completely as we barely managed to close the lid behind us. Now that we were cramped even tighter together, our sexes almost becoming one, our sexual aggressiveness grew even stronger and we rammed everything together, starting to roll in the machine just like our laundry two machines away. Our rolling got faster and faster, the cranking of the metal making it impossible to hear anything that was going on in the room, just that two persons had entered and stood a few machines away from us and fortunately mistook our rolling noises for a normal washing process. Our pussies invaded each other deeper and deeper, labia still pulling at the conjoined panties who still increased the pressure on each other, harder and harder, until....SNAP.
Our panties finally succumbed to the pressure and ripped, the string of cloth snapping apart and scattering the remains all through our wet labia, the cum-soaked panties war ending in mutual death without a winner. I was absolutely furious, anger possessing my entire body, both from my beautiful panties being destroyed and tying again against this loser slut, that I totally lost it. Like a wild animal I just rammed my cxnt into Pia's, now out for utter destruction. But Pia was as furious than I was and our catball turned into a pure rageball, as our labia drove into the other like angry cars at a demolition derby. Pussylips now bit into each other, labia grinded against labia, clits stabbing like spears inside the wet caves, everything going for total annihilation. We bit and bit with our entire bodies, teeth trying to shatter teeth, boobs flattening boobs with the pure intention to pop. It was crazy and hateful and far and beyond the most intense thing I ever did in my life as Pia and I fucked like the wildcats we truly were in a desperate battle for territory. However, we would soon find out that it wasn't only the other who threatened our territory.
Our fucking was so intense that it didn't take long for us to cum again, barely able to contain our screams and moans. Still in a tight ball, our rolling momentarily subsided as we catched our breaths, allowing us to hear what was going on outside of the machine. And what we heard truly shocked us. We could hear two girl voices, sounding to be around our age, and it seemed they were fiercely arguing. "Look, my panties kill your panties!" "Fuck you, my panties clearly rip yours apart!" "No, mine are. Just like my cum-soaked panties just snapped yours!" "Liar, mine won that cum match!" "No, mine!" "No, mine!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Pia and I looked into each other's almost touching eyes, breaking our teethlock for the first time since our catball started. "Did you hear that too?", Pia whispered. "Yes.", I whispered back. "Some chicks try to imitate us. These fucking cxnts. We are the panty fighters here!" "Yes, we are! Let's show them who's boss and that this is our battlefield not theirs!" "Agreed!" Even though we still loathed each other, neither of us could allow these invaders to our territory. So, with a huge motion we rolled out of the machine, broke our embrace and jumped to our feet.
"Hey, get lost, this is our laundromat! You have no idea how to really panty fight!", I yelled, and the two girls turned toward us. They already seemed to be deep in their fight as their stockings were ruined and their panties snapped. "Who are you bitches? Two amateurs who think they know how to panty fight? Well think again!", one of the other girls yelled back. All four of us were so captured in our anger and need to protect our territory that we didn't notice that the two new girls were perfect copies of us, another Pia and Barbara, glaring with the exact same expression at us. But clone or not, this was deeper, this was about who were the true panty warriors. Pia and I stomped forward, and the other two girls did too, and I quickly slammed full naked body into my copy, bare pussies rubbing as we immediately went for hair and started pulling hard, dropping all pretense and instead just fought instantly. Pia and her copy did the same and for a few moments we just matched bodies to bodies and furiously yanked at hair as we tumbled through the laundromat. We screamed like banshees as we ripped out strands of identical hair, littering the floor with it. Our pussies humped together, breasts hitting breasts, this finally making all of our bra’s snap and fall off, now matching our bare boobs against an identical pair, immediately leading to a brutal titboxing match, punching from all directions, left to right and up and down, trying everything to hurt the other as much as possible.
My tongue shot out and met my clone’s tongue between our mouths, punching each other just like our breasts from all sides in a brutal kissing match, being both the most violent and most arousing thing imaginable. Me and my clone often bumped into Pia and her clone, leading to short but intense ass-to-ass slamming against whoever was available at that moment. Obviously, we were all exactly evenly matched and I just couldn't bear it any longer. I could hear both mine and Pia's and our clones' washing machine rumble in the background and then I knew there was only one way to fight. Pia seemed to came to the same conclusion and as on a signal, we both broke the embrace with our copies and jumped back. "Let's settle this right, you fucking sluts. All your laundry against all of ours. A laundry war to the absolute finish!", I hissed. "That's fine with us!", Pia's clone hissed back, and we all went to our respective washing machines, stopping the process and emptying them. Throwing everything on the floor, it was clear that they had the exact same amount of laundry we had. We glared at each other, hatred trading back and forth. "You're going down!", my clone said as she started pouring her laundry into one of the machines and we did the same. "You have no chance!", Pia snarled back as we filled the machine to the brim and then started it. Pressing four bodies together sideways, our laundry engaged, and everything began anew.
