CAR2.TXT - M/?, NC - Rape/Snuff/Vore - 5/27/00 A Nasty tail of vehicles By SwampRat (cl) 2000 Gay Furry Association Mistakes caught by Spiderman Jr. - Thanks Guy. Be careful what you Steal.. He looked at the car sitting by itself in the poor light. It was Too Good! He spent a few minutes watching the car and the area around it. It had to be a Trap.. But no kop ever took him, or ever would.. He sidled up to the monster that would bring him quite a few pesa's.. The keys swung from the ignition, a row of small chrome skulls shining from the chain in the key. He picked the lock in moments, gouging the paint when his hand slipped. "Dam!" He muttered forcing his hand steady.. It was a small scratch and had just gone to the primer.. Red Primer. Then he had the door open - And it Shut shoving him in awkwardly. "What th Hell?!?" He lay a moment ready to kick out a window and run if need be, but nothing happened. Sitting up he gripped the key and started the machine.. It sounded as Nasty as it Looked.. Like it could eat Anything in front if it! Laughing, He slammed it into gear and peeled out, quickly hitting the freeway and disappearing into the underbrush of the concrete jungle. "You are Sweet!" he exclaimed, caressing the dashboard, as it took another turn with enough force to push him against the shifter. Then back, with nary a creak. He stopped at a secluded place to make a phone-call - And to take a Piss.. As he stood with his fly open and listening to the cell-phone crackle, he could swear someone was watching him. But he Knew there was nobody but him and the car.. He turned to look at it.. And cursed as he urinated on his shoe, dropping the phone. Finishing he shook his meat, and stuffed it back in his pants, zipping up. Then kicked the phone. "Cheap piece of Shit! Last time I buy a Hot Talker from Fat Freddy.." He still felt eyes on him and got back in the car, pushing the lighter in, getting a cig. "No Smoking." What the..?' The radio came on suddenly. "Smoking is Bad for your Health." A damn commercial. "Yeah, Fuck You Too." He reached for the lighter.. It flew out of it's holder and started burning his side. "Yaa!" he screamed, grabbing at the red-hot metal cylinder.. Which scorched his fingers and he dropped it again - Right into his crotch. He jerked around, as his intimate parts heated up, leather pants smoldering, crotch hair giving off that sickly 'Burned' scent. He tore at his belt, ignoring the ripped fingernails as he got his pants opened and down to his ankles. Panting heavily, he sat there for a moment, not believing what had just happened. he pushed on the door to open it so he could get his pants off and see what damage had been done.. But it was stuck. "Damn Piece of Shit! What's the Fu..." Suddenly, the seat reclined fully as the back belts flew forward, locking him down. He struggled like a madman.. From the crackling radio came an ugly sounding laugh, "I told you smoking was Bad for your Health." In the darkness he could see something moving out of the corner of his eye.. it was the Lighter! "You should not have scratched me.." He froze as what he heard sank in.. Then yelled and jerked against his restraints as the red-hot coil pressed against his right thigh, branding it deeply. "Aaaaaa! Shit!" He strained against the belts that held him, cursing, pleading, swearing.. Then lay still and silent as it rolled along his penis, falling to the floor. The seat jerked back upright and... Nothing. The belt came undone like it should. The lighter was cool, smelling faintly of burnt skin. What the Hell? He hadn't done Any Majik since rolling that Old Lady. Shit, he had to get out and clear his head.. He opened the door, grabbing his pants to pull them up - And the seatbelt smacked his ass hard enough to leave a long red stripe across his cheeks! He half-fell, Half-tripped out of the car, landing on his face. The door slammed shut and the car started. It sounded ominous, frightening.. Hungry. He heard something clank on the asphalt, and looked behind him - laying a few feet away was the Drive Shaft. It gleamed, dark and menacing, like a mechanical stallion, wanting to find someone to impale. It couldn't. It wouldn't... This Had to be a nightmare. The car took off, tires squealing, to circle around him, showing it's maleness off, each time getting a little closer.. He tried to get up. To run but he tripped on his pants again and went down. Before he could try again, he was covered by the monster. Screeching, holding his head, the thief lay whimpering.. Then he felt it. The jabbing. The pushing.. he screamed and jerked up, burning his shoulders on the exhaust pipes as a thick rod of steel forced his cheeks apart and shoved into his ass. Again and again the engine gunned, the wheels rolled back and forth, pushing in and out of the quivering human flesh for what seemed like an eternity. Then it stopped. Slowly pulled out of him. He just lay, not daring to move.. With a snort of disgust, the car took off, leaving the man there. He slowly got to his knees. Then stood. Then despite the pain, Laughed. "I Won! You piece of Shit, I Won! I am Still Alive. And When I find you, I am going to fill your fucking engine so full of bullet holes you will.." He fumbled out a cigarette, patting himself down for a lighter. "Smoking is Bad for you.." He froze. Then turned, and saw The Car, sitting not 20 feet away. The grill 'smiled' at him, the engine growling deep and low. Smoking the tires it came flying towards him, and he screamed as the impact shoved him up the hood, rolling up to hit the super-heated blower. Butterfly valves snapped open, the vacuum sucking his scrotum into the middle hole.. They were too big to fit, so as he screamed and thrashed around, they were squeezed against the metal until one moved.. And was sucked inside, the other quickly following. Then the engine quieted, the round valve coming down to caress the skin... Before snapping shut, castrating him. The engine roared to life again, sucking out what was left, then jerked, rolling the broken, burned body off it's hood.. The thief lay on the ground, shock making everything hazy. It must shock, else why would the Chrome Grill look like jagged Teeth? And why would they open like a Hungry Mouth? Sounds of crunching and gulping didn't last that long.. He Wasn't a Big Man. * * * * The street wasn't well-lit. Better to steel cars and mug people that way. But even in the darkness this car stood out - It was sinister, mean. Looked like it could chew up anything.. Especially with those Red splotches that looked like blood on the front bumper. A pair of eyes looked it over, grinning. Keys in the ignition. Door wouldn't take anything to open.. And look at all those chrome skulls on the keychain... The End.. ?