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Freeriding	By : DodgeSuperBee Category: +1 through F > Cars Views: 1716 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Sequel to "Retreads and Redemption" (FF.N, rated M, same penname)
Warning Codes: Truxploitation!! I included the anthro tag because the characters are vehicles. All adult situations are consensual and between characters well over the age of 18.
Pairings: Tommy Joe/Chrissi (OC), Tow Mater/Doreen. Tommy Joe is a demolition derby racer from the videogame and Doreen is a female truck (an El Camino, in this story) who Mater mentions in the movie.
Feedback: Reviews are welcome, but please no kvetching about whether Cars can have sex -- this is sci-fi/fantasy!
Characters: Lightning, Sally, Ramone, Flo, Fred, Charlie (OC)
Setting: Radiator Springs and outlying areas of Carburetor County, almost a year after the conclusion of Retreads and Redemption
Author's Note: This was written with the theory that Cars age slowly once they hit adulthood. Thus Tow Mater and Doreen still have some time to try for a family after thirty years of marriage. He’s in the physical/emotional equivalent of his early 40s in this story.
Disclaimer: All characters except OCs copyright Pixar/Disney. In fact, if anyone wants to take any element of this story and run with it creatively (art, writing, etc.) you have my permission. Any suggestions for future chapters of this story are welcome. I have an overall plan for where the plot is headed, but I will consider all requests! Thanks for reading.
Summer 1975
The floor of the stage hummed beneath Chrissi’s tires as jazzy music pulsated from the speakers just below. The Jaguar did a last check in the mirror offstage as the Chevelle ahead of her finished her act, and then rolled confidently onto the stage, flashing her most seductive smile to the crowd. She turned smoothly across the floorboards, displaying her sleek curves and catching a glimpse of the audience, a rough-looking but enthralled group of pickups and muscle cars. As she moved her wheels to the beat, Chrissi caught sight of the particular car she’d been looking for, a rusty yet sturdy sedan who never missed her show.
This is all for you, she wanted to tell Tommy Joe. He was already leaning forward on his tires, lost in the vision before him. Chrissi basked in his attention more so than that of the others, who were hanging onto her every move. The Jaguar was in town for the summer visiting her cousins, and she’d seized the opportunity to take on a seasonal job when she’d noticed the Strip Joint was hiring. Surely anyone who had what she did couldn’t be blamed for flaunting it, and if the locals were willing to throw money at her just for looking good, then she wasn’t going to stop them.
She had fallen for the racecar before she’d realized what was happening, and tonight she’d be going home with him for the first time. Chrissi had considerable experience in the game of love and played by her own rules, choosing a diverse array of partners and leaving them when the relationships went stale. She’d fully expected to find someone soon after unpacking her suitcases for summer vacation, and two weeks ago Tommy Joe had caught her eye. Now, though, it was she who had him entranced.
As the music’s tempo increased, she skirted the edge of the stage, kicking up every now and then to give a flash of undercarriage, whatever it took to entice the guys a little more. The sparkling body paint she’d applied earlier caught the multicolored lights around her, making her usually glistening paint seem even more luminescent. As she stretched sensuously upward along the pole at the front of the stage, giving the audience a more generous show, Tommy Joe poked at the tow truck next to him. He could barely be heard over the catcalls filling the bar.
“Pretty nice, huh Mater?” His friend’s eyes were as wide as his hubcaps. “Ya’ll told me ya have a thing fer Jaguars but don’t git any ideas. Chrissi’s mine.” Mater laughed, a little uncomfortably. Tommy Joe loved to come here and squander his earnings from the Rustbucket Race-O-Rama, but Mater always found it a bit awkward to join him.
“Dadgum…” he gasped, “she is one good lookin’ car. Ya really met her here?”
“Yup, and she’s comin’ to my place tonight,” beamed Tommy Joe, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. “We’re gonna spend the whole summer together.”
“Watch this,” he told his cousin. Back on stage, the Jaguar rolled her windows down slightly and glided down the spotlit ramp into the crowd, which immediately closed around her. The racer and tow truck were jostled roughly as those around them surged forward to get as close as they could.
“They’re all over her with their tires!” exclaimed Tow Mater, growing agitated. “Don’t that bug ya?” His cousin hushed him.
“Take it easy, she’s in control. See?” As Chrissi returned to the stage, she was bristling with bills that fluttered on her frame and from her ajar windows.
“Whoa…” breathed Mater, eyeing the cash. “I doubt Doreen makes that much slavin’ away at the factory in a damn week!”
“Yeah,” began Tommy Joe, lost in his fantasy, “yer Doreen’s sexy an’ all, but Chrissi? That right there is nasty sexy.”
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After closing time, Tommy Joe waited in the lot outside, kicking gravel impatiently. The Jaguar would be a considerable notch above any of his previous lovers, and there’d been many. Tommy Joe was well-known among the single female population of Carburetor County, and not unheard of among those already in relationships or marriages, either. Before he could think more of it, she emerged from the side door and hurried over to him.
“I was beginning to think you'd never invite me to see your place,” she purred, her voice husky. Chrissi edged closer to him, nuzzling his bumper with her own. She eagerly followed him to his bachelor pad, which was located in a rural, unincorporated area of the county. It seemed to the racecar that from the moment he closed the door behind them, she gravitated toward his sleeping room and he found himself by her side, all formalities unnecessary.
“I thought we’d wind up here. From the looks of things, you’re no stranger to this either. I should tell you that I’m only here for the summer,” she stated matter-of-factly, even as she allowed him to press her into one of the velvet cushions on the floor of his bedroom.
“Ya’ll would be surprised just how much kin happen in one summer,” he replied, placing a tire under her chin while they shared their first kiss. He closed his eyes, inhaling the glittery paint that she hadn’t yet removed after her show. To be honest, he felt a little intimidated by the curvy sportscar, who was so willing to have him seduce her now. Tommy Joe was still amazed she had accompanied him here, and that she found him as appealing as he found her. He gazed with satisfaction at their shared reflection in the mirrors he’d put up on every wall of his sleeping room.
When he broke away from their kiss and slid a tire under her, she accommodated him by angling up on her wheels, allowing him better access to her incredible physique. Any trepidation fading, he grew bolder in his explorations, her quiet sounds of excitement driving him on. She suddenly backed off, only to nudge him onto his own front wheels. As Chrissi stroked him, Tommy Joe pressed into her touch, pleasure radiating throughout his frame. He disappointed her, but only momentarily, by sliding away to return his attention to her.
Before Chrissi could react properly, she realized that all four of his tires were still on the ground and he was exploring the area around her front axle with his mouth, while he supported her weight with his front end. Her breath came in short gasps as he moved tantalizingly backward, and soon she was gripping him everywhere she could with all four tires. When he had her helplessly shuddering, he backed off and rolled behind her in the candlelit room, not giving her much of a chance to recover.
As he relentlessly moved against her and she responded, it soon become apparent to him that Chrissi’s experience rivaled his own. He had no qualms about this and even preferred skilled lovers, but he’d never had it quite this good. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, he tightened his grip on her sides and swore softly, even as she flexed and arched into him. They both rested, too spent to even cuddle just yet. The racecar feared he might be out of commission for days, and only hoped his energy wouldn’t be sapped for the races he was to compete in next weekend.
“So, how was it?” he asked, as was his custom.
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Summer 2006
“…It was fantastic, Charlie,” Chrissi sighed, landing a kiss on the hood of the orange Chevette next to her. His engine rumbled in appreciation.
“So you’re truly serious when you say your Tommy Joe won’t come around looking to kick my bumper into next week, that he’s really okay with this?”
“Sure. For all I know, he’s on a date of his own tonight. Others may think what they’d like but this arrangement works for both of us. We’ve been together for thirty years, just not exclusively together.”
That’s the screwiest thing I’ve ever heard, but if it leaves her free to come see me every now and then, I’m all for it, thought the compact car, who was exhausted after his first experience in…well, it had been a while.
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Tommy Joe dozed alone on one of the cushions in his sleeping room, waking when he heard a familiar motor growing steadily louder as his longtime girlfriend returned home. It was well past midnight and he knew full well where she’d been and who she’d been with, but as was her habit, she’d probably want to wake him and share the details anyway. Lifting himself off the cushion, the racecar peered out the window of the home they shared. Something in him stirred at the mere sight of the curvy Jaguar picking her way across the gravel driveway, as if she didn’t want to wake him until she was inside.
He rolled back to the cushion and sank into it, feeling hugged as it fluffed up around him. Tommy Joe had bought and furnished the house years ago, transforming it into a bachelor pad with a style all his own. It made him proud to think that most of the county’s female population had probably been inside this room on one night or another, and had had a chance to admire the mirrored walls, velvet cushions and dimmed lighting. Chrissi had once told him it was tacky but had never demanded that he change anything.
He heard her start the carwash in the stall at the far end of the house. She was quite particular about her appearance, but he didn’t mind because he knew she ultimately liked to look good for him. After a long time she peered into the bedroom, then made her way to his side.
“Who was it this time?” he asked, rolling on the cushion to face her. She overcame her surprise at seeing him awake already, then smiled seductively.
“A Chevette. I don’t care what they say about those little cars, they’re so much fun.” Her boyfriend rose up on his tires. This was a surprise.
“I thought ya’ll were gonna meet up with a pickup or somethin’ at the Starlite?” he asked.
Chrissi threw her cab back with satisfaction. “I was, but he was late. His loss, anyway. I struck up a conversation with the desk clerk and the next thing you know, he was escorting me to my room.”
Tommy Joe’s eyes widened. “Ya’ll were with the Starlite’s clerk? Charlie? Wow.” He never knew what to expect from his girlfriend. Her choice of partners really ran the range, and if her claims were true, she had been with a Suburban before she’d found her way to him, and a Caprice before that. When it had become apparent that both the racecar and Jaguar wanted to remain together but neither was willing to give up his or her wandering ways, they’d fallen into the agreement that they’d keep the relationship open. It hadn’t been easy to keep hidden from their children when they’d been young, but now that their offspring had grown and left the house, they were a little more relaxed.
“Better git yer rest now,” he sighed sleepily, “because I’m thinkin’ we should both stay home tomorrow night and I’ll give ya a better time than ol’ Charlie.” He settled next to Chrissi and soon both had surrendered themselves to sleep.
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