Spicy Hot Laxative!

What Flonne called kindness, Etna called free labor. Since the angel had come to the Netherworld and become part of the Prince's army Etna had taken every opportunity to exploit her selfless attitude.

Menial tasks Etna simply hadn't cared enough to preform, she'd managed to get Flonne to take care of. Simple chores she used to pay the Prinnies for, such as cleaning her quarters or washing her laundry Flonne preformed for free. Better still, the angel never asked for anything in return and never teased her for the long brown skids she tended to leave on her white panties.

Etna's favorite skill, though, had to be Flonne's ability to cook. There was no doubt about it, the angel could whip up a mean meal and she blindly did it every day for Etna. And all she had to do was pretend to be grateful. The youngish looking demon grinned widely. If only the Rosenqueen vendors were as naive.

"It's ready," Flonne called in her high-pitched, gleeful voice. Etna sit up in her chair and rubbed her hands together impatiently. Flonne entered the private dining room, carefully balancing a plate of burritos. "They're spicy," she finished as she set the plate on the table.

"Good, that's how I like them," Etna responded, grabbing the first one and biting into it. The combination of ingredients created a hot tingling in Etna's mouth. She'd never let Flonne know, but this was by far the best burrito she'd ever eaten. She finished it quickly and started on a second one, ignoring Flonne as she took the seat opposite her.

"So," Flonne said expectantly. "How are they?"

Etna swallowed a mouthful of burrito and took a minute to consider her answer. "Good," she said. "They're very spicy. What'd you put in them?"

"I couldn't find any of the spices I'm used to using, so I used something new. Something called Nether Lax. The box said it was hot and spicy."

Etna froze as she reached for another burrito. "Nether Lax," she asked, fighting not to lose her temper.

"Yeah," Flonne replied happily. "Do you like it?"

"LIKE IT," Etna shouted, slamming her fist on the table. "It's a laxative! Didn't the name give it away?!"

"What's a laxative," Flonne asked, scrunching her face in confusion and ignoring the anger in Etna's voice.

Etna couldn't believe it. Didn't angels get constipated? "It makes you have to poop," Etna explained simply. Nether Lax was particularly potent and Etna knew she was going to be in for a rough night.

Flonne was still confused. "But, all food makes you do that, doesn't it?"

Etna sighed. "Laxatives are medicine. Haven't you ever been constipated?" Flonne's face reddened, but she nodded. "That's what laxatives are for. They give you diarrhea."

"WHAT?!" This time Flonne cried out in shock. "Why would you give yourself diarrhea. Why not just give yourself an enema?"

"Some of us aren't as anally erotic as angels," Etna said. Flonne reddened again and Etna, who only made to comment to tease Flonne, wondered if she was onto something. Maybe something to explore later.

"Ummm, Etna. How long do laxatives take to work?"

"I don't know. A few hours, maybe less. Why?"

"I was just wondering." Flonne didn't say anything about it, but she'd eaten a burrito too.

****A few hours, maybe less, later****

The laxative kicked in hard and fast. Etna was busy reading when it happened. There was no warning. Just a sudden knife of pain in her belly as her insides knotted and a threatening gurgle echoed in her empty bedroom.

She dropped the book and slid out of bed. A sheen of cold sweat was already coating her body when she reached to door to the hall. She yanked it open and headed for the public hall bathrooms. She knew she should have demanded a private facility!

She got to the door, but her heart sank when she found it locked. The pressure on her sphincter intensified. She pounded on the door. "Let me in, I have to go NOW!"

"Etna?" It was Flonne's voice. She sounded weak. "Can you wait? I'll be out in a minute."

"Just hurry," Etna called. She paced back and forth for several seconds. Each one seemed like an eternity. She needed to go so bad. Her stomach was cramped tightly and the pressure on her anus was tremendous. She could feel it dilating. Her body was against her and she knew it. It wanted relief and didn't care if that meant ruining a pair of panties. She pounded the door again. "Hurry!"

"Almost fini- Ooooo," Flonne groaned in mid-sentence and Etna heard an explosively wet fart followed by a torrent of loud splashes. "I'm sorry, I just went again Etna," Flonne stated.

The sound of Flonne emptying her bowel was almost more than Etna could stand and she didn't make a snide remake concerning Flonne's mastery of the obvious. She began doing a potty dance. She hopped back and forth on her feet, swaying her backside left and right and pressing her butt cheeks firmly together with her hands. The routine took her mind off her body for a moment, but no longer.

Gasping weakly, Etna leaned against the stone wall. She wasn't going to make it. She had almost resigned herself to messing her panties. The nearest bathroom wasn't close enough and Flonne didn't sound like she'd be finished in time. For what seemed like hours Etna struggled with her body. Briefly, the cramps loosened, but they came back stronger. By that time her muscles and resolve were sprung. Rather than fight the urges, she let nature take it's course.

As soon as she relaxed, her anus opened widely. A flood of thick mush poured from her over full colon and into her panties. The white cotton was loose fitting and the mass quickly filled the empty space. She felt the underwear sagging heavily as the mess began smashing against her bottom.

Her panties overladed and the mess began oozing out of the leg holes. Large globs of mush would squeeze past, increasing in mass until they became too heavy and broke off, plopping loudly on the floor.

The feces became more liquid as her bowels emptied. Soon, what was once thick mush was now a thin, dark brown liquid that flowed from her ass and poured down the insides of her thighs like rivers.

Finally, her bladder released and a stream of urine soaked her already soiled panties. When she was finished, she was standing in a lake of her excrements.

The bathroom door creaked open. "All yours!" Flonne chipped.

"You're a little late," Etna snapped.

"Oh no, Etna, you had an accident!" Flonne gasped, genuinely concerned. "Why don't you take those messy panties off and take a shower. I clean up this mess and take care of your laundry. This is mostly my fault anyway."

Stunned, Etna watched Flonne head down the hall to acquire a mop. The demoness shook her head, confused. She'd never understand that angel.

She waddled into the bathroom and stepped in the tub. Gingerly, she removed her soiled panties and her skirt. She carried them to the hall and tossed them near the pool of diarrhea on the floor. Flonne was going to have her hands full cleaning up that mess.

She stepped into the shower and took her time cleaning up. The explosion had left her weak and the warm water on her naked skin was relaxing. After cleaning the caked on feces and freshing up, she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her and was getting ready to leave when another cramp hit her.

She nearly tripped over her tail rushing for the toilet. She managed to get on the seat, but didn't get the towel out of the way. She voided a huge quantity of what seemed like weak acid into the thick cloth. It pooled around her thighs and legs, the eventually began seeping through and trickling slowly into the toilet.

"Damn it!" Etna growled when she finished. She let the messy towel drop to the ground and, for the second time in less than a minute, stepped into the shower to wash her own crap of her legs.