DRIVER MACH 1

by ÆGEON DAVIS

  I felt like I could explode any second, but what came after . She pressed her lips on my shaft, gripping it and licking it to the top. I felt her bee-stung lips wrap around my head. The feeling was sensational. My dick was loaded like a Zinger and she wanted that creamy filling.

  I kept the gas floored and gripped the oh-shit handles that were still there. Air whipped across my face, barreling every sense of me I could comprehend. I raised my hands in relaxation and triggered my Visor to unfold from my neck brace.

  Both of our LIVE XP gauges shot upward to a Total XP of ten.

  Lorean Michaels7

  Spectra Saleen8

  The river valley barreling by was just an afterthought compared to her lips working up and down over my cock like it was a lollipop. Her blonde bobbed over my lap. I helped her by grabbing the fallen strands and tucking them behind her ear.

  She moaned with excitement and grabbed the lower portion of my jumpsuit, pulling it down and further exposing my balls. She cupped them while still bobbing her mouth up and down on my cock.

  We were flying down the valley, gaining speed. We must have been doing Mach 3000 when I lost track of it all. I exploded in her mouth. She pulled her lips off, held her face just above my cock and kept stroking it. Gushes of gooey spunk shot into her mouth. Just when I thought I couldn’t gush anymore, she took both hands to my dick and devoured my head. She slurped it all up like she was eating a popsicle. She licked up anything she could find.

  A chime sounded.

  Nega Maid Unlocked.”

  We ripped to a skidding halt. Finally, she pulled her head up, fixing her hair and smacking her bright raspberry lips. Her cheeks were scarlet as she wiped them with the back of her wrist.

  “Now, that’s what I call a load,” she panted, and fell back onto the front fuselage. Her body was once again absorbed into the material. Panels folded over, combining with controls and dashes as the F1 car returned to normal.

  I couldn’t believe it. She sucked me so hard Nega Maid unlocked.

  I sat there with a hard dick jutting from out my jumpsuit, still astonished at what had just happened. I pushed my dick back inside my suit and zipped up. Fellatio at mach speeds was something I never thought I would get to experience. I mean, sex would better, sure, but I wasn’t one to complain.

  “Halt!” a voice boomed from the top of the valley.

  Spectra whipped us around to the direction the deep, bellowing voice had originated from. I searched up in the dead of the night to see a large reptilian-skinned man standing with four other cat-like guards holding, what looked like blazing, weaponized staffs. It was none other than the CarTsar himself.

  They recognized us and the cat men lowered their staffs and stuck them into the ground. The glowing tips illuminated the delighted expression of the CarTsar.

  “Lorean, my dear boy,” he hollered down. “We have been looking all over for you.”

  “Whatever for?” I called back.

  “I have another gift for you,” he said.

  15

  A Gift

  The idea of another offering from the CarTsar was all right with me. I mean, being in third place was a gift in itself. I looked to Spectra to catch her reaction, but her expression was as plain as a piece of paper.

  “You all right?” I whispered to her.

  Her dazzling blue eyes locked onto mine with a heartfelt sincerity I had never seen from her before. She pulled me closer, kissing me on the cheek just before whispering back, “Don’t worry, human. We Xoians don’t mate for life until we perform intercourse.”

  Just thinking of being with Spectra had me exhilarated. Here was a gorgeous alien shifter woman, as beautiful as can be, saying she would consider bonding with me for life. I swung my arm around her waist and tugged her a sensual squeeze. This whole thing couldn’t get any better.

  Spectra and I walked into a vast room filled with exotic alien vehicles mostly comprised of plastic save a few wrought-iron fuselages. Within the large room, sections were divided up into smaller rooms with chiaroscuro doors. Focused beams of light shot down in front of each doorway from the ceiling, showcasing the gold contours.

  The CarTsar slithered before us. His long crimson robes—decorated in a ornate, silver pattern—flowed from off his shoulders and snaked along the floor. The pins on his back of his head and neck revealed themselves to be more whisker-like upon closer inspection. He was a real ‘looker’ this one, I thought.

  Spectra walked next to me, raising one of her eyebrows. I could tell she was skeptic toward why his royal highness would want to gift us something. But we had earned it and I was more than accepting.

  “Welcome Pit 3 to one of the bidding rooms,” he said in a slippery tongue. “This is where we generate them.”

  “Generate who?” I asked curiously.

  “Create the Racer Girls,” he explained, pointing at Spectra. “Like her.”

  I could feel Spectra’s contempt for the process. Taking women from their homeland planets was a dick move, by all counts. I wondered why in the hell was he showing us this. A cat man gestured for us to take a seat in front of a curtain decorated in a king’s royal purple.

  “You gotta’ be kidding me,” I gasped.

  The lights dimmed and what manifested before us was even more disconcerting. The curtains flung open. A holographic image of a naked woman stood there, staring into the distance like she was dreaming. I shifted in my seat.

  She began to dance. Moving her hips in flawless figure-eight motions, the petite, inky-haired woman’s skin became real and undertook a different shape. She ran her hands over her thighs and hips. Small blocky textures crawled over the girl’s skin all over. She moaned, shifting into some kind of vehicle.

  “This is where we combine the shiftarium to the host’s body,” the CarTsar said, coiling up in his seat in front of us.

  The heinous process left a sour taste in my mouth. More paneling suited the woman up, but this time it was made of a grainy stainless steel. Covering her busty features was half a hood and headlights set apart above an absent grill. A set of gull-wing doors extended from her back like the wings of Icarus. She stood like a breathtaking goddess embodying my father’s TesLorean.

  “Do you admire her? She’s the fastest hunk-a-junk in the galaxy, as your father would put it,” he said with a smile. “Her name is Proxima.”

  Along her side, a small stat window appeared.

  Proxima Palentine1

  Proxima? She was a heavy hitter in all of her Primary Skills. Another poor girl taken from her home. Proxima was fully formed with just peeks of her womanhood revealing itself. She was a half TesLorean and half alien something? Actually, I didn’t know what race Proxima was. What planet was she from?

  My eyes wandered over the ample parts of her body. I could see her upper thighs exposed, along with skin from her abdomen and shoulders. She wore pieces of the TesLorean neatly folded away like a short masquerade dress.

  “Where is she from?” I asked.

  “She’s from Candar,” Spectra said. I had wondered why Spectra knew the answer, but the CarTsar began to speak.

  “Ah, yes,” he said, playing with the end of his coiled tail. “I know the story. The Xoian Clan versus the Candarian Clan. The death feud between two species of neighboring planets. You have fought for millennia, but I’m sure you can sort out your differences… now that you are teammates.”

  The fact the CarTsar would poison our team dynamic was not surprising. However, to use my father’s legacy to make one of his slave girls was disheartening. And the fact he chose a species that Spectra had grown to hate was disconcerting. Spectra curled her lip and looked away.

  “Sir, I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this gift given the circumstances,” I declared.

  The CarTsar reacted as if he couldn’t believe his ears. He shifted in his seat, twisting his lower tail around his hand. “You don’t have a choice in this matter. The people, AKA the sponsors, want their human Champion riding in the ca
r your father built.”

  Tension filled the air. I mulled over what he asked. His brooding cat men stood up around us reinforcing his statement. One of the cat men balled up his padded, pitch-black paws and palmed it in signifying the preemptive pummeling to come if we didn’t cooperate. We had no choice but do as the CT asked.

  Ride together, die Together.

  Back in Pit 3, the Trixies and Mechanica were excited for the new team addition. They were more welcoming than I expected they would be, which only made me reflect on my position. The fact that I was stuck in this situation was my fault. Yeah, I didn’t like the whole slavery aspect but it was what the cards dealt us. What I needed to do now was get them free—by winning.

  Winning was what Spectra wanted most. And as I watched her across the room, arms crossed and showing a smug expression watching the new girl, I knew that winning the one thing that would convince her. I walked toward her, placed my hand on her shoulder, and said, “Listen, you heard the CT. We will run her as the lead for now.”

  “Like hell we will,” she fired back. “I didn’t work my ass off this long just to give it away to some Candarian dressed… in a tin can suit.”

  “We will have to put our differences aside if we want to make it out of here, Spectra,” I said.

  Spectra kept a keen eye on the newly formed woman vehicle being inspected by the team.

  “Wow,” the Trixies said in unison, pulling on the gull-wing doors on her back. They took on a shape that favored the proper aerodynamics for lift. “Awesome! She can fly with these.”

  I turned my head to see Proxima, coy and shy at first. I mean, she was getting felt up at this point by the squad. Her short, pitch-black hair shimmered under the soft garage lights only stressing her youth. Her skin was a brilliant purple that stressed her bright red lips, and her smoky eyes met sharp eyebrows. She reminded me of the actress Camila Mendes. That fiery city girl sexiness meeting a hometown cheerleader quality. Gorgeous.

  “Yeah and use them to stab you in the back,” Spectra said with a huff, leaning against the wall.

  It felt hopeless. I shook my head and walked over to the team. Proxima was quiet still. She must have been filled with all kinds of crazy thoughts. So I asked her, “How do you feel?”

  “I feel… I am not sure,” she stated. “One moment I was sleeping in my home, and then I was here.”

  Jesus.

  “Look, you are in the Intergalactic Gauntlet where—” I started to say just before she interrupted me.

  “I know of it,” Proxima confirmed. “I just never thought I would get appointed.”

  “Appointed? I think you mean driven to slavery,” I corrected her.

  “We Candarians long for the chance to compete. It’s unfortunate they choose Xioans instead.”

  “Because we are better racers,” Spectra countered.

  Spectra’s wicked tongue wasn’t helping. My eyes studied her paneling—the same paneling my father had constructed. I wondered just how her transforming capabilities to the TesLorean were coming along. “Can you shift into your vehicle form?”

  “Let me try,” Proxima said, extending her arms out and closing her eyes.

  We all waited while nothing happened. The Trixies giggled as Mechanica studied her and offered her help, “Sweetie, you need to let the shift flow through you.”

  Proxima tried again. She grimaced her teeth and her wincing her eyes squeezed tight. Her front chest paneling began to move and rearrange. Just when I thought a pair of breasts would come bursting out, another blocky section formed with what read like a small lens. Ghostly light shot out from her chest and emitted a hologram like she was freaking R2-D2.

  The hologram was no bigger than a few feet. I looked to see a man sitting in a fine leather chair reading a book. The publication obscured half of his face while he puffed on smoking pipe. Something felt familiar with the mannerisms. He pulled down the book and looked straight at me.

  “Lorie, my dear boy, if you are seeing this message, then you know my time has passed.”

  What the fuck? It was my father talking to me in hologram form. Fading in and out, the hologram was light blue, and fading in and out in an interlacing pattern. Proxima tried to keep transforming, but I stopped her.

  “Hold on,” I said.

  The Trixies couldn’t contain their excitement when they saw the man sitting there. They grabbed each other’s hand in excitement, “Hey, that’s the great George McFly,” the Trixies said.

  And there he was, like a fine wine, he had aged well. I hadn’t seen him in years. I guess he was too busy using his time along to come here. I mean, he was a championship after all.

  “He’s my father,” I said, feeling the swell of pride.

  The reveal was surprising to the team. We all watched my father put down his book and stand up. It felt like he was walking toward me, but when he stopped and began to speak again, “Lorie, I always wanted to travel back in time to change the past. Just like in our favorite movie. As you know, your mother was never happy with my life decisions. So, I tried making a time machine, but what I found instead was something greater. The TesLorean can create an Einstein-Rosen Bridge tunnel.”

  Einstein-Rosen Bridge tunnel? I should have read the directions. I had no clue what he was talking about, but if I had to guess it was how I had gotten transported here. He continued, “This ‘bridge’ brought me to an alien planet where I wound up winning a great galactic championship. Now, I know this means nothing now, but what I found in the process is what I wanted to share with you.”

  Pain welled up in my throat. Tears beaded up in the corner of my eyes as he spoke. I wiped them away before anyone could see.

  “Nothing compared to you,” he finally said. “You were my greatest win of all.”

  He paused for a moment and gave me a warm smile before finishing, “That was you.”

  Hearing him speak those words made the emotion flood over me like a tsunami. My eyes were bringing on the waterworks in full effect now. Spectra stepped next to me and held my hand. The warmth was comforting.

  The message flickered, sputtering into nothingness. We were all left there absorbing it all in. Spectra looked around at the group and gave a sigh before she said, “Your father was a great man.”

  Her acknowledgment comforted me. I squeezed her hands, closed my eyes, and the tears rolled down my face. The Trixies came under my other arm, pulling me tighter to them. “We are here for you, Lorean.”

  Mechanica rolled over and put her four arms around all of us in a gigantic group hug. They were my unit. Proxima stood there, looking like she felt embarrassed. I felt Spectra’s head pull herself from the cuddle and assess the rival alien woman. She rolled her eyes and huffed. “Well, are you just going to stand there or are we gonna’ make an alliance?” she asked.

  Proxima’s demeanor was amiable. She walked over to us and extended her arms. “I just want to say I have nothing against your people, Spectra.

  Spectra pulled her close and locked eyes with me. “Come on, let’s show Lorean’s father what a success his son can be.”

  “Yes! Let’s all lay the axe to rest,” Mechanica added

  “I think you mean bury the hatchet,” I corrected her with a tearful chuckle.

  16

  Proxima’d

  Later in the night, after a wealthy search across in the galaxy archives, Mechanica was able 3D print some Zingers I desperately was craving. All the ladies tried and approved the sugary snack. Proxima squeezed the caked to her mouth, ejecting the sweet cream from its orifice. She wiped her face while blushing a deep shade of violet.

  We then hi-jack the display feed of Pit 3, and sort through the list of streaming movies uploaded in my Visor. I nearly came to tears just reading the title: Back to the Future. And for a moment, I forgot that I was light-years away from home on a death race planet.

  Trixie, Mechanica, and even Proxima enjoyed finding out who the real ‘George McFly’ was. I even caught Spectra watching from the
back of the room as she continued to work. The movie finished and the Trixies shot from their seat in excitement before they started in asking question. “Wait, so where they are going next, they don’t need roads?”

  “That’s correct,” I said a smile. “Back to the Future part II.”

  I got up, and walked to Spectra while she worked. She had speculated there would be Shuffle Crystals to avoid along with something new called a Speed Boost, where glowing arrows would blast you through to the next pad. It was all about managing your angle when landing or it would be a Cerulean sulfur lava death.

  “There’s one more thing,” Spectra said, a half smile on her face.

  “One more thing? I got ten things already to worry about,” I complained.

  “She’s going to need her Door Guns unlocked for the final race,” Spectra said pointing to Proxima.

  What Spectra was trying to convey didn’t quite hit me until the Trixies broke into a soft giggle. Then I remembered how I unlocked the Trixies’ Special Ability. Hooking up. I had to admit, the fantasy tickled my male brain. But we just had met. I mean, she was sexy as hell.

  Spectra pulled away Mechanica, and the Trixies gave me a big hug. I knew my face was as flushed as a tomato. My eyes were like a deer in headlights—in Proxima’s headlights to be more exact. My eyes wandered up her womanly figure, counting all the places I could explore.

  Spectra leaned in and whispered, “Give her your best, Captain.”

  My mouth fell open, and the others left Proxima and I. I awkwardly grinned and wondered if she even knew what was going on.

  “So, you know how this all works?” I asked.

  She came closer with an eagerness I hadn’t noticed before, “Oh, I know. We Candarians live for the chance to please our Captain.”