DRIVER MACH 1

by ÆGEON DAVIS

  My heart bulged from my chest as adrenaline cascaded into my body. We both stood there. As if we were savoring the occasion while we watched each other.

  We broke into a heavy kiss. She grabbed my neck and pulled hard like we were star-crossed lovers getting the chance to act on forbidden urges. We fell to the floor.

  She unhooked her panels like she was stripping off a bathing suit. Her purple skin had a sheen that glistened with every turn. I felt every corner of her soft body as it became exposed. My hands ran up her thighs and then her waist. Blocky panelling moved away from her chest, releasing a pair of full breasts.

  I leaned backward, catching the weight. I put my lips to her gumdrop nipples and licked them. She purred, and then unzipped my jumpsuit. I couldn’t take the thing off fast enough. She lowered her head to my waist.

  “Oh my,” Proxima moaned.

  My cock sat straight as an arrow pointing to her heavenly mouth. She grasped the base of my shaft like a joystick and wrapped her dark violet lips around, then gave it a suck. My dick couldn’t get any harder.

  She made her way toward my mouth. We kissed. I clutched her neck softly, letting her adjust her body into the right position. I caught a glance at her small belly pooch, v-shaped pubic hair, and dark crimson labia just before she sat down on half of my cock. She winced as she took the first few inches. I seized her hips to help her up and then let her fall down on all of it when she was used to it.

  She jerked her body back and forth, her eyes welling in pleasure and pain. Once she was acclimated, she grabbed her jet-black hair. She had the frame of a dancer and I was giving her the pole she thought she never would get.

  I grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her off my cock. Setting her down, I slid over her body kissing every inch until I reached her thigh and spun her around. She laid there, her face buried in my bed with her back arching up and displaying a perfect ass. I lowered her down and spread apart her legs to fit between them.

  I pressed into her soft muff only halfway. Pulling my cock out all the way, I ran it up and down her pussy, and then plunged it back in. She took my full length with ease. I glided in and almost effortlessly. Her moans grew louder with each thrust. A few harder pumps ensued and I had her pelvis deep into the floor. She gasped with each shove.

  An orgasm was building up from deep inside. I worked her more, bouncing her ass into my groin. Her moans were picking up in rhythm and crested to leg shaking euphoria. Bursting at any second, I pulled out my dick, grabbed the base of my shaft, and curtailed any throbbing that would set me into a spastic convulsion. Proxima flipped over and ran her hands over her belly.

  I shot a fountain of hot cum onto her violet belly, and then another rope. I couldn’t stop stroking until she had all of me.

  It was a night I knew I would never forget.

  Proxima and I laid there in each other’s arms. She was something else. Purple skin, gorgeous eyes, dark hair, and car parts hugged her body like a leotard. Despite having spent this time with her, I knew she was still a prisoner.

  “Why do Candarians want to come here if they’re just going to be slaves?” I asked, running my fingers along her side.

  She sat up and said, “My family has trained all our lives. It is not slavery. Serving the Intergalactic Gauntlet is an honor. You are only enslaved here if you don’t win.”

  Her reasoning was not flawed. I had gone to Thailand to learn a skill, but when that experience was being taken away from me, my back was against the wall, so I rebelled. Nothing would stand in my way, I thought.

  I checked our stats. My LIVE XP gauges were all flat and done accruing more action for the night. I had gained another ten Total XP, pooling up twenty points in all.

  Lorean Michaels1

  Proxima Palentine2

  She slid her palm toward my waist. I could feel she was searching for something. Her hand found what she was looking for, touching my dick, “Let’s go a round two.”

  I leaned over and kissed her.

  17

  Curelean Chasms

  The next morning, we were able to have Proxima practice shifting into her vehicular form. Our analysis of her stainless hull showed us some interesting results. Not only was it heavier than the carbon fiber outfitted on Spectra, but it also didn’t slow her down whatsoever. What made this possible was her engine—or lack thereof. The four small motors behind each of Proxima’s tires had proven they could push faster than Spectra’s.

  Another great thing we discovered was the lack of Fuel Gel needed to power Proxima through the race due to her merging with the TesLorean. This didn’t go over well with the CarTsar at first since he was the one that supplied the overly hyped fuel. And when his sponsor’s decided to pull because of our team, this left the Trixies no other choice to but to charm the pants of him.

  Despite the setback, we were still able to get Proxima decked out with the hinged rear Wing to dampen any drafters in our shadow. However, this would hardly increase our efforts for the next segment of the race took place inside the blue fiery volcano called the Cerulean Chasms. In the Chasms, both flying and hopping booster pad to booster pad would play more of a role.

  So, Mechanica made sure we got Proxima’s Special Ability Gull-Wings working correctly. She would be able to burn an amount of her battery to rocket over obstacles while Spectra, while the Trixies, and I blocked.

  Of course, we were quite short of Total XP getting her Special Ability unlocked and bracketed, but that didn’t matter right now. We had Proxima as our lead. And our stats were reading great.

  I bumped each of Spectra’s and my MACH and STUNT Levels with our remaining Total XP. I was drained after that.

  Lorean Michaels1

  Spectra Saleen2

  Proxima Palentine3

  “And now the frosting on the Twinkie,” I said with a chuckle.

  I bolted on the last panel to Spectra’s new wedge-shape arrangement. She looked like an exotic, upside-down airplane wing. This new wedge-shape design Mechanica had helped manufacture would help with the aerodynamics, which meant we were going to need more downforce to keep us on the ground.

  “You look fabulous,” the Trixies said. They ran their hands down their sides.

  “This contemporary design is absolutely stunning, Lorean,” Mechanica confirmed.

  Proxima walked up from behind us. Her face was paler than usual, and she said, “Guys, I’m not sure about this.”

  She put her hand to her mouth and tried to say something, but had to quickly turn around and rush to the bathroom. I’d guess her nerves were getting to her. I knew it was something every performer went through.

  Spectra rolled off the garage bay table and inspected her different parts, appreciating each enhanced groove in her carbon fiber shell. “Well, at least I can make those jumps now.”

  And she was right. With her new MACH Levels, she could clear any obstacle ahead, but this wasn’t her chance anymore. The CarTsar had taken that away. She would have to block for now with Trixie and I.

  THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

  A pounding came from outside. I stepped out into the sunlight watching a twin-engine, tandem-rotor, lift helicopter make its way down to us. Four long cables with step ladder hooks attached to the bottom shot from under its hull. A voice boomed from the chopper while in mid-air, “Pit 3, ready your team.”

  Spectra broke past me first, then the Trixies while skating on their two wheels, executing a few tricks just before they hopped onto their set of cables. I glimpsed behind and saw Mechanica helping Proxima out with her two other sets of hands. Proxima looked haggard to say the least. I just hope her unique abilities would save her.

  “Drivers, ready your team now,” the voice boomed from the chopper.

  Proxima dropped from Mechanica’s arms and picked up her pace, then stepped into the cable. Mechanica rolled up next, positioning one of her six wheels into the harness. I held a stern look in my eye—the kind The Six Million Dollar Man would make.

  My heart nearl
y jumped out of my throat. The cables swayed back and forth as we climb the side of the Volcano of Virtue. Green jungle foliage and snaking vines grew along the climbing slope. The scenery was breathtaking and reminded me of when I had traveled to the Big Island of Hawaii.

  I saw the winding switchbacks of our previous race as well as the CarTsar’s smelting refinery: the place where he would derive the rich raw ore to reinforce his racers. Just above that, the fertile jungle began to subside into a thick layer of cloud. We broke the pillowy white substrate with ease. The chopper blades sent undulating swirls of fog into our faces.

  The ride was freaking sweet. Spectra and discovered her hanging on for dear life, cringing as we soared through the air. The Trixies beamed with joy while Mechanica held onto Proxima. After we pulled through the clouds, the chopper let us down onto the lip of the yellow volcano crater.

  We looked over the deep, dark yellow crater into a chasm

  “Why is it blue again?” I shouted over the thumping of the chopper.

  “It’s sulfuric gas ignited,” Mechanica said. “The sulfur, which is deep red when molten, pools on the ground, and it turns bright yellow as it cools.”

  Across from us were the other Pits ready to race. Each racer was positioned around the large crater, indicating which one would drop in first. This staggered our start time depending on which Pit position you were in. To our left was the nasty beast of the Monster Truck, Corvus in Pit 2.

  He was surrounded by a new flashing group of goth-like lady machines, each one sexier than the last and having uniquely shaped designs. The four came together, forming into one piece like a puzzle. Corvus plucked the unified girls up and 5 hung them on his chest. Pink electric energy flooded within his body and he stuck his arms out in a exhilarating rush.

  “Nothing like some girl power,” he said, twisting a grin.

  “Looks like Asta booted you out of Pit 1, eh?” Spectra asked.

  “Fuck you, Spectra,” he fired back. “I see you got booted as lead racer. I hope your new girl’s battery is all charged up.”

  I looked at Spectra and nodded to Proxima. I wanted to give Corvus what he deserved, right then and there, but then another chopper broke through the clouds, this time carrying the victorious Pit 1 contender Asta Romani.

  She gracefully stepped from the harness with her minion-like team, rolled onto her hands into a cartwheel, and shifted into her her three-wheel vehicle. From the dash she fired off, “Driver: Pit 1!”

  Corvus called out his position, “Driver: Pit 2!”

  We were next. Spectra and I called out, “Driver: Pit 3!”

  The chants were counted off in a circle. Above us, centered over the volcanic pit, a floating platform reserved for the finest patrons including the CarTsar himself lowered to the center. The thick bubbling Brooklyn announcer commenced his monologue.

  Now, to all the fellow racers… This next feat… will be the most challenging. Only the two percent… of the one percent… finish. I mean, we’re talking about fucking lava here… Now, as you can see… our fellow advertising constituents up there,” the announcer said, pointing to the hundreds of satellites I could barely make out in the sky. “Would like to witness this event… however, the Cerulean Chasms are no mere place for the top one percent to go… Therefore… there will be drones throughout the chasm… capturing your most beautiful anarchy.”

  Jesus. Just hearing him explain something felt like I was waiting for a politician to tell me his strategy on free healthcare. I was ready get on with it and motioned for Spectra to turn around. She gave me a wink and showed her pert ass to me just before falling forward.

  Her legs shifted together, while her shoulders became the rear Wing. Tires folded down and caught her right racing suspension. She was clean, aerodynamic, and fast. Next, the Trixies jumped into air, grabbed each other, and enabled Twin Connection, landing on four wheels.

  Proxima was next. She closed her eyes and her chest rolled forward and up, finishing out her front sector. Her arms folded in, and the gull-wing doors closed over sides forming her mid section. Her legs joined together and her waist twisted about, locking into their respective vehicle mode place. She caught the ground on all four wheels and made a bounce. She was a full, kick-ass, electric TesLorean.

  I tapped my ear and my helmet folded over my head from my neck brace. Each of my teammates’ stats read out accordingly, and I jumped into Spectra. Her seat quickly adjusted my frame, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that slight pinch I felt was her secretly grabbing my ass.

  “Hey, no grabbing me before the race,” I chuckled, taking a firm hold on the steering wheel.

  “Sorry, I just can’t help it,” she purred. “You have a nice tushy.”

  Engines fired up all around us, save for Proxima. She sat there. In my Visor I could read she had started the battery warm-up process for Ludicrous Mode. And she was going to need it.

  We all pulled to the edge.

  Ready your Drivers… Get set… Go!”

  the Announcer shot off.

  Sulfuric dust sputtered under all the tires in a poisonous cloud and into the air. Each racer fell a distance of at least one hundred feet before they met the first section of the Cerulean Chasm—a floating island of sulfuric rock shaped like a down ramp. Up ahead, a pulsating, brilliantly colored arrow flashed in chaotic rhythm.

  “It’s a Speed Boost!” Spectra screamed from her dash.

  VWOOOSH!

  Every inch of my physical being seemed like it was pummeled by gravity as we were thrown into the air. I was inundated with garish blue light around me from the lava below. It felt like I was being tossed into hyperspeed on the Millennium Falcon.

  The Trixies landed first, touched down on the next sloping rock, and then fired off into the air to catch the oncoming pulsating arrow. Proxima hit next while Spectra and I followed. As our wheels struck the ground, we accelerated again. I felt my brains go into my stomach when we cleared the first chasm.

  As we struck the next rock segment, I saw a half-dozen racers fall to their death into the blistering lava. Luckily, the rocky terrain we were now on one was longer, allowing for more acceleration. So, I slammed the petal to the floor. A racer came from our left and tried to swoop in on Proxima.

  “Watch out!” I yelled.

  My stomach nearly turned upside down. I gripped the wheel and veered us toward the assailing driver.

  CRASH!

  The driver met Spectra’s carbon fiber, but couldn’t hold up to the strength. Instantly, pieces of nurdle plastic were flung about, catching fire as they fell to the lava floor.

  Pure exhilaration shot through my body. I jerked one hand into the air barely able to contain my excitement. “Fuck yeah!”

  The Trixies started their circle tactic around Proxima, acting like their usual badass-forcefield-selves. Spectra and I fell behind watching her six. We swung the next jump and flew into the air. Proxima’s gull-wing doors opened up. Her rear end lifted, exposing two small rocket boosters that jutted out powerful thrust. She soared onto the next rocky segment with ease. As she hit, her Gull-Wings closed back up.

  The Trixies, Spectra, and I barely made the rock lip, but we rebounded back around as we all cornered the track that doglegged to the left. We saw the Twinkie son of a bitch, Corvus ahead. His thick Monster Truck tires were flipped over into McFly mode, letting him hover with ease over the sulfuric track. The rear end of his truck opened up revealing a pair of sub-machine guns.

  BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

  Streaking hot bullets whizzed by all of us as his Anti-Aircraft Defense Systems kicked in. Trixie One and Two pulled in front of Proxima. The bullet cut away pieces of the twins, ravaging their hulls. They pulled back, letting Proxima pull forward. Spectra and I switched to McFly hover and sprang up off the rock just in time to miss the assault. Proxima opened up her doors, but instead of firing booster rockets to fly away, her door guns unfolded from the ends of the doors and unleashed a fury of energy bursts.

  PEW! P
EW! PEW!

  The energy exploded with a radiating blast from their barrels and I narrowed in Proxima’s target ahead of her. Sulfur rock tore up in all directions under Corvus just before the last blast struck his retaliating gunfire.

  BOOM!

  The nefarious Monster Truck swayed from the hit and I thought I heard an echoing bellow spill out in the rocky subterranean canyon. The brooding beast of a truck hit his brakes and folded down his tires. The large wheels vibrated, digging up traction. Trixie One and Two were too close to his locked-up tires. As they struggled to swerve to dodge him, he fired his crew-powered booster engine. Both of the Trixies tried to hop left and right, but were caught in the large grooves and were sucked under both of his wheel wells.

  My body clasped the wheel to help us but Spectra fought me for control. I watched the Trixies as we passed them, both motorcycle stunt women lying on a chunk of rock.

  “We have to save them,” I said.

  “Proxima is the focus!” Spectra yelled back.

  She was right. The Trixies had done their part. Now it was time to do mine. Proxima was ahead of us and Corvus ahead of her. However, we were gunning the engine at the highest RPM’s Spectra could push.

  We turned a corner and dipped down an incline, charging onto another straightaway and from the lack of light, no lava could be seen. Actually, because of the darkness, all I could catch was Proxima’s taillights and a yellow light off to my right. It looked just like one of those shortcuts you take in a racing game to get ahead.

  The excitement shot through me. I grabbed onto Spectra and veered her right. We hit a few rocky bumps and charged over to the arrow.

  VWOOOSH!

  I snapped back into Spectra’s seat, and I felt the force push the very limits of my human anatomy. Another arrow came. My eyes began rolling into the back of my head as I started losing consciousness. The only thing I heard or saw was an additional Speed Boost Chevron and Spectra yelling frantically from the dash.