Fic: Dirt (Anthropomorfic, Wastepaper Basket plus various other pairings, R)
Title: Dirt
Author: alyse
Fandom: Anthropomorfic
Genre: Crack!fic
Pairing: Wastepaper Basket, and various other office supply pairings.
Rating: R
Warnings: Humiliation kink. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Blatant abuse of office supplies.
Word Count: ~400
Author's Notes: Written for mmom/
mmom. For geonncannon, who wanted Pencil/Sharpener and therefore inadvertently inspired this whole piece of insanity.
Summary: The other office supplies treated it as lower than dirt, and that just made Wastepaper Basket's plastic liner shiver with glee.
-o-
The office was a den of iniquity, full of torrid affairs and dirty, sordid office supply pairings. On that basis, Wastepaper Basket thought, it fit in just perfectly.
The other supplies treated it as lower than dirt, and that just made Wastepaper Basket's plastic liner shiver with glee. It loved it when Pencil and Sharpener got busy above it, Pencil screwing deeper and deeper into Sharpener, its shavings splattering down into Basket's open, waiting mouth. Basket would lick its rim, wallowing in the taste of dry, dusty sawdust, the faded dreams of graphic graphite.
But while Pencil and Sharpener were happy to let Wastepaper Basket watch, its voyeurism adding to their pleasure, they barely acknowledged its existence once they'd reached the point of the exercise. Vacuum Cleaner was slightly better as it slowly unscrewed its pipe to dump its load into Wastepaper Basket; it was just the two of them then, and even if Vacuum kept its cylinder firmly facing the wall, at least its nozzle was pointed in the right direction.
Dustpan and Brush were its favourites. They played it up for Wastepaper Basket, put on a show so that Basket felt like part of the proceedings as well as an observer. Brush's bristles would slowly caress the lip of Dustpan's scoop, murmuring soft nonsense until Dustpan twitched and sighed, ripples of pleasure running through its brightly coloured plastic. And they'd angle themselves so that Wastepaper Basket had a clear view of each stroke, each little sweep, Dustpan growing dustier and dustier as it got more and more excited. And then, when it couldn't take it any more, when the dust bunnies had grown to excited proportions and it was full to the brim with Brush's sweepings, Brush would steady it as it slowly tipped all of that dirt into Wastepaper Basket's waiting, impatient mouth.
Brush would whisper to Wastepaper Basket as Dustpan emptied into it with a sigh, just like it had whispered to Dustpan while Wastepaper Basket watched: dirty, filthy things that made Basket's wicker tremble. Things like "That's right, take it all, Basket, let Dustpan fill you up" and "You're a dirty, dirty little waste container, aren't you? You just can't wait to be soiled".
And it was true, it was all true, everything that Brush said in its coarse, scratchy whispers, its bristles brushing over Wastepaper Basket's rim like they had around Dustpan's while Basket watched.
Wastepaper Basket really was a crumb-hungry little slut.
The end
Author: alyse
Fandom: Anthropomorfic
Genre: Crack!fic
Pairing: Wastepaper Basket, and various other office supply pairings.
Rating: R
Warnings: Humiliation kink. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Blatant abuse of office supplies.
Word Count: ~400
Author's Notes: Written for mmom/
mmom. For geonncannon, who wanted Pencil/Sharpener and therefore inadvertently inspired this whole piece of insanity.
Summary: The other office supplies treated it as lower than dirt, and that just made Wastepaper Basket's plastic liner shiver with glee.
-o-
The office was a den of iniquity, full of torrid affairs and dirty, sordid office supply pairings. On that basis, Wastepaper Basket thought, it fit in just perfectly.
The other supplies treated it as lower than dirt, and that just made Wastepaper Basket's plastic liner shiver with glee. It loved it when Pencil and Sharpener got busy above it, Pencil screwing deeper and deeper into Sharpener, its shavings splattering down into Basket's open, waiting mouth. Basket would lick its rim, wallowing in the taste of dry, dusty sawdust, the faded dreams of graphic graphite.
But while Pencil and Sharpener were happy to let Wastepaper Basket watch, its voyeurism adding to their pleasure, they barely acknowledged its existence once they'd reached the point of the exercise. Vacuum Cleaner was slightly better as it slowly unscrewed its pipe to dump its load into Wastepaper Basket; it was just the two of them then, and even if Vacuum kept its cylinder firmly facing the wall, at least its nozzle was pointed in the right direction.
Dustpan and Brush were its favourites. They played it up for Wastepaper Basket, put on a show so that Basket felt like part of the proceedings as well as an observer. Brush's bristles would slowly caress the lip of Dustpan's scoop, murmuring soft nonsense until Dustpan twitched and sighed, ripples of pleasure running through its brightly coloured plastic. And they'd angle themselves so that Wastepaper Basket had a clear view of each stroke, each little sweep, Dustpan growing dustier and dustier as it got more and more excited. And then, when it couldn't take it any more, when the dust bunnies had grown to excited proportions and it was full to the brim with Brush's sweepings, Brush would steady it as it slowly tipped all of that dirt into Wastepaper Basket's waiting, impatient mouth.
Brush would whisper to Wastepaper Basket as Dustpan emptied into it with a sigh, just like it had whispered to Dustpan while Wastepaper Basket watched: dirty, filthy things that made Basket's wicker tremble. Things like "That's right, take it all, Basket, let Dustpan fill you up" and "You're a dirty, dirty little waste container, aren't you? You just can't wait to be soiled".
And it was true, it was all true, everything that Brush said in its coarse, scratchy whispers, its bristles brushing over Wastepaper Basket's rim like they had around Dustpan's while Basket watched.
Wastepaper Basket really was a crumb-hungry little slut.
The end