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The summer sun beat down upon the city as the fourth day of a merciless heat wave kept the city in its grip. While most were inside basking in the blessed invention known as Central Air, a lone, Amazonian form jogged down the blistering hot sidewalk of the city's entertainment district.

Her towering, golden scaled form was shimmering with sweat and the pink "Hello Kitty" tank top she wore was so damp with sweat that it was almost transparent and her white sports bra shown through as well as her cream colored under belly.

Her toned, muscular body zipped around a courier as she wiped her soaked white hair from her vision as it kept plastering itself over her brow and whipped around her protruding silver horns and fin like ears.

Sayuri paused in her jog to rest under the shade of a tree and wondered what made her go for a jog on the hottest day of the year. As her 6ft 6in form slumped to the grass and a hand went to peel her sweat soaked, white t-shirt from her chest she looked across the way, noticing for only the four hundredth time the huge, multi-block spanning building where the largest car show on the coast was being held.

The dragon sprawled across the grass and squirmed, enjoying the feel of the cool wetness across her back and then scowled up at the merciless, yellow day star as it bore down upon her. With a tired grunt and her body still shimmering with sweat she sauntered over towards the showroom hoping to convince some wayward guard or attendant o let her in for a quick drink and a chance to cool off in a hopefully climate controlled area.

Her luck was strong and the golden dragon found an unlocked door right by a restroom which she hurriedly took advantage of. As she washed up she overheard voices outside the women's room which quickly faded along with the footsteps accompanying them.

"So, things are all set right?"

"Yeah, we'll worry about the security system glitch tomorrow, for now we'll just lock up tight, joint is on the main street so I doubt anyone will be stealing much of anything."

Sayuri had a spike of panic; she'd be locked in if she didn't hurry. In her haste she slipped and bonked her head on the door and recovered just in time to not only see the large cargo doors shut but the locking system crank shut with an ominous and echoing clank.

"Trapped," the dragon murmured as she subconsciously picked at her damp and now cold, sweat soaked shirt and then it hit her as she pivoted on a sneaker clad foot, wincing a bit at the squish of her sweat soaked insole and regretting having forgotten socks.

She was alone with millions upon millions of dollars worth of cars. What most didn't know about Sayuri and if she had her way most would never know was she had a fantasy for the destruction of cars. She could never really engage in it outside of the models she'd by and have her way with at home, but the feel of plastic underfoot or other areas was just never enough, it was just never as exhilarating as the feel of metal yielding to her claws or beneath her foot at her true size. A size she frequently missed being at when she lived with her parents in her home land.

She walked through the aisles, a pink painted claw tip idly caressing a Porsche here, a classic mustang there and her mind was awash with the things she could do. Her pulse quickened and a stirring deep within demanded she engage in one of her greatest fantasies.

It was almost like the videos she'd seen on X-Tube, a "broken" security system and two lovers alone in a place they weren't supposed to be; only there were no other lover just acres of cars to be toyed with.

A small part of her, the part that was the prim and proper college student, the part of her that would babysit Mrs. Tayal's baby daughter couldn't perish the thought at doing some so juvenile, so lustful.

Those thoughts melted away like ice in the desert as she felt the scrape of claw against metal and her green eyes gazed at the inch wide gouge in the once pristine frame of a vintage Porsche 911 and her now 10ft form towered over it.

A savage, horny portion of her mind wanted to just rut away on whatever was handy, but that'd be a waste. Who knew when an opportunity like this would show? No, she wanted to savor this, take her time, experiment.

Sayuri squirmed a little at the sudden tightness in her shorts and looked to the angry bulge draped within. She'd better get to work while she still had a plan.

She wasn't a total jerk, ruining all of these cars for a few minutes of release wouldn't do; she had a specific set of vehicles in mind. None of the classics like the vintage GT Cobra she trotted pass and trailed her fingers over, marveling at the candy shell finish as it shimmered in the lights.

The experimental hydrogen cell car also got a buy, who was she to ruin something so cutting edge and friendly to the environment?

No, she knew what her first victim would be and her form shifted and grew, Sayuri could hear her already strained clothing tear and her shoes pop and groan as they could no longer contain her as she loomed over the tooled up Ford RS200 rally car belonging to Austin Prower a legend in the race circuit. She knew it was a replica but that didn't matter as she sauntered around towards the end, smirking at her reflection in the teal paint as it shined in the light and gave her a mirror image of her barely clothed form. The rips in her shirt and shorts showing the smooth, fine golden scales, the lighter toned underbelly, the pert hips and the raging hard-on that hung out through a large rip in her pink running shorts.

So many options ran through her head for this first car as she filled out and stopped at an even twenty feet and ignored the fatal ripping noises that came from her taxed clothing and then heard the clatter of her smart phone as it dropped to her feet. An idea crossed her mind as she picked the dinky device up and gingerly padded over to an empty information desk and set the phone to record video.

"I want a memento of this," she said with a smirk as she moved her sweaty form back to the doomed vehicle, noting the sweaty prints her feet left during her set up.

A hiss left her mouth as she rested her bared chest on top of the vehicle, instantly feeling the roof scoop collapse with a crack and pieces of plastic slid from the slowly dimpling hood, she took a moment to savor this incident of accidental destruction, what was about to occur would make that seem like a key scratch though.

Sayuri lay atop the doomed vehicle for a moment, loving the coo feeling against her sweaty breasts and drawing an amused giggle from her as she felt and heard every squeak and squeal against the fiberglass frame before it began to groan and the roof dimpled inward from her weight.

Extending her arms, she latched onto the vehicles whale-tail spoiler, feeling it give under her strength, her other gripping the bumper after tearing away a few of the mounted front end headlights. A deep breath prepared her and filled her nose with her natural scent and the sharp tone of a day's worth of sweat and with a grunt she began to squeeze, giggling a bit as she felt the vehicle groan as it tried to resist her mounting strength.

She could've just shattered it like one would a pane of glass, but she took her time and wanted to feel every crunch, every crack of the weak fiberglass frame. The body began to buckle at the middle and she could feel the splash of transmission fluid and oil against her legs as she felt the hood give way and crumple against her invading hand the moment it penetrated the grill and then the radiator.

Bit by bit the rally car began to collapse on itself like a soda can that had been trod upon, now a mere 8 feet from its already modest 13. Impatience began to etch itself on Sayuri's features and she increased the speed of the cars destruction causing shards of fiberglass to break off, crack and shatter as she began to crumple the weak machine up like one would a wad of paper.

A snarl left her mouth as the engine decided to resist and she worked her massive claw across it, wadding it up within its own mounts before she returned to her vicious dismantling of the vehicle.

The tinkle of glass, the shredding of the leather interior, the sad whine of the horn as it called out as if begging for mercy was the only thing she heard before she let the now vaguely ball shaped vehicle drop to her feet amidst a growing stain of engine fluids and wicked shards of fiberglass that jutted out.

A pout replaced the sneer as she caught her breath, chest heaving as it was stained with sweat and oil and shards of glass. She stood and fished a shard of a door panel from her cleavage and trod off, sulking a bit.

"That wasn't enough, that kinda sucked really," she said as she rubbed the back of her ebony hair clad head as she moved on, the RS200 long forgotten.

Sayuri soon realized an inherent problem with such a delectable buffet, too many choices. So numerous was the selection of cars, she seriously couldn't decide what to abuse next, with a car show the length of several football fields it certainly made this a daunting task.

With a nimbleness that betrayed her size she pranced up the hood of a BMW X5, not at all ashamed of her nudity, or her semi-hard member as it flopped about or even the damage she caused by walking up the bumper which quickly snapped off with a sharp snap followed by the white wall tired bowing and then blowing out with a rapid rush of air and a loud, echoing pop. Next, the hood crumpled like so much paper and she felt the shocks groan as they took on her weight as she casually looked out over the sea of vehicles from her quickly sinking vantage point. She wiggled her toes against the hood as it buckled and she pushed through suddenly feeling her soles resting atop and coincidentally crushing the engine cover of the doomed SUV.

Now she could've stepped off, but the thought of just standing and causing damage killed that consideration. The sound of engine mounts snapping and shrieking as the metal distorted and sheered from the frame caused her member to jump and a slick, musky scented dollop of pre to drip down and roll down the ruined hood and down into the hole her feet had made.

She placed a sweaty foot upon the windshield and twisted, giggling at the smear and scent she left upon the once crystal clear glass which now looked like someone spread a musky, fragrant mass of grease across it before she stepped from her hole as the engine gave and clanged to the floor below and then she hopped to the roof, uncaring about the cracking of glass beneath her sole and then with an act of dexterity betraying her size, leapt and spun around, landing atop the SUV with a heavy thud, causing the already battered front end to collapse and her nude form to slide forward and her musky sac to rest atop the closed sunroof.

A gasp caught in her throat, the BMW felt wonderful against her warm, sticky and slick with sweat balls and she bounced a little as she took in the coolness, her member thumping atop the roof as it draped over the cracked and smeared windshield, a small stream of pre adding to the sweaty musky mess and dribbling through the damaged glass and drizzling on top of the leather dashboard and over the steering wheel.

Sayuri was lost in a haze as she gently played with her breasts and focused on the vehicle that was slowly sinking and buckling against her once again growing form. She tried to imagine what it would look like inside.

To be driving one moment and then feeling your 100,000 dollar toy halted and pressed to the ground, your windows going dark, replaced with the golden scaled form of a massive, toned dragon and your weak, pine scented air being replaced with an over powering cocktail of sweat and musk as she ground herself down upon the SUV.

Then the faint sounds of the frame buckling and sinking to the ground, the tires popping one by one as each tire popped as every strut and shock gave way to an insurmountable and horny force, then finally the sunroof giving way and allowing the hefty, strongly scented sac to push through and dangle lewdly in the driver's face as she slowly stroked herself.

A sharp gasp brought the dragon back to reality and she found her now 40ft form hunched over the BMW and her member pierced the back window and making quite the heavily scented mess inside.

Couldn't have that, couldn't achieve release in such a paradise so soon she thought as she slowly pulled herself free and loomed over the partially crushed vehicle that now had copious amounts of her cream oozing from the door frames and spattering the inside of the windows and across the once beige leather interior.

Sayuri gave out a few, shuddering pants as her member drooled over the partially wrecked car, giving it a sheen like a perverted version of a glazed donut and her nostrils took in the heady aroma of her sweat, musk and pre. She raised a foot over it to finish it off but stopped.

It would make for an amusing scene for whoever came in tomorrow.

Besides, something nicer caught her eye and after a hop skip and several flattened smart cars later, the playful and horny dragon came across something she felt worthy of her cock.

A Pristine, candy apple red Mercedes McLaren, she squirmed at the piece of engineering sex before her and she could feel a throbbing ache in her cock that needed to be sated now, now, now!

She sauntered around the vehicle, trailing a claw across the highly polished, pearlescent finish, pressing harder as she made her way to the rear and leaving a scratch that went from faint to a deep, vicious gouge at the end. She then lay atop it, enjoying the crunch of the hardtop roof as she hunkered about in preparation to mount the 629 HP powered toy.

The initial penetration was sweet, the glass gave way like a silicone hymen and the initial crack against her yawning, gooey slit gave her a tingle she couldn't describe, then came easing her throbbing girth inside and laughter as she slathered the interior in her musky, mucous like seed followed by the seats splitting and their anchoring bolts popping as the girth slid between them and nudged the horn giving Sayuri a small joy of the high pitched honk and she rocked back and forth for a few moments trying to get the horn to go off again, but only succeeded in caving the dashboard in and bending the steering column beneath her throbbing, drooling cockhead.

Her thrusts were gentle at first and she squirmed every so often to feel everything inside the doomed Mercedes as she rutted away, every inch of the interior was covered in her fluids, the dash had collapsed and was slowly being battered against and soon through the firewall, the airbags burst and gave the dragon the feel of being tickled by the silken material before they too popped.

Her thrusts became rougher and her weight settled atop the doomed roadster, each thrust drawing a grunt of pleasure as Sayuri's weight and gyrations crushed the vehicle beneath her weight. The axles gave way and the alarm began to blare, amusingly enough in time to her savage thrusts. Sayuri's breath caught in her throat and she gave one last thrust, feeling the truck crumple and collapse against her waist, her balls occupying the space it left as she came.

From the front of the car it looked like a fire hose of thick milk was sprayed across the inside of the windshield, which soon cracked and shattered outward as the dragon's orgasm burst forth and rand down the front and too the floor.

Sayuri collapsed atop the vehicle turned fleshlight and gasped, eyes shutting as her body shuddered and her sweaty, musky flesh glowed under the lights.

Her breathing returned to normal and she idly drew in the cooling puddle of cum that still flowed from the cab and hood like a waterfall emptying into a lake. There was still a lot to do, but after an orgasm that relieving she felt a little play was in order. After making a little smiley face in her white creamy pool she stretched, cock still wedged deep within the bowels of the Mercedes. That was when a devilish idea hit.

After a calming breath and focused, causing her member to grow until she heard and then felt the roof bulge against her, the Mercedes was contorted around her still drooling member and with both hands she slowly eased the compacted vehicle off her cock, enjoying the last bits of interior as they scraped and broke on her shaft.

Once it was free she held the McLaren in her sticky hands and giggled, the thing looked like a ruptured soda can, letting the thing drop with a noisy combination of clang and splat she tore the ragtop off another McLaren and wiped her hands and cock down, letting it rest wherever the impromptu rag dropped.

"No sense in letting an exercise day die out due to play," she quipped as she cracked her knuckles and walked about with a stretch and an exaggerated yawn.

She amused herself by absent mindedly stepping on several concept vehicles by miniusa, making a game of it and seeing how close she could get the soon to be blobs of metal to contort to the shape of her sweaty foot. She never got them the way she wanted, but she didn't care. Each crunch and crinkle and shriek, every shard of metal between her toes or hunk of engine block against her instep was like heaven so the task wasn't at the tip of her mind.

As she ground a hideous looking, pink vintage minicooper under foot like she was snuffing out a cigarette, she saw it.

A stately Bentley S3, snow white with a white gold trim slowly rotated on a platform a short distance away and Sayuri's eyes went wide with joy, for a while she paced walked around it, keeping pace with the platforms slow rotations, smirking as the vehicle jumped a little with each of her heavy, plodding steps.

A simple flick of a claw on the control panel brought the platform to a slow stop, as it finished its last rotation she rose a foot and allowed a claw the scrape along the polished paint and reveled in the nails on chalkboard like squeal caused as her steel hard claws raked across it. She tried to get fancy and write her name, but her balance faltered and she nearly fell on her rear but recovered.

Now she stood face to grill with the S3, however would she ruin this new toy? Sexual play was out as her still sensitive member was in recovery, using her hands wasn't much of a challenge.

She then looked to her pink painted toe claws and still lightly sweaty feet and wiggled her toes as an idea crossed her mind.

The dragon moved closer and rose her foot over the hood, balancing on one leg and smiling at the somewhat dirty, sweaty sole as it was reflected in the Bentley's hood, she gently set it atop the hood and shuddered at the cool metal as it made contact and then scrunched her toes.

A crunch of metal followed by crinkling noises echoed across the main showroom floor as Sayuri's dexterous toes clenched tightly around the hood and tore it away like foil from a baked potato, still keeping her balance she pivoted on her other heel and unclenched her toes, letting the ruined cover whiff off into the distance and crash into a row of sedans on display, leaving them a row of dented, gouged vehicles and a few panes of shattered glass.

Uncaring about the accidental mayhem she closed her eyes and rested her massive toes on the engine itself, splaying them and squeezing on whatever happened to had the misfortune to get wedged between the musky digits. Like a fisherman hitting that lucky strike her toes clenched again and with a spray of oil and a tearing noise of rubber, metal and plastic her toes pulled free with the filter housing and god knows what else. If she were a mechanic she might've identified them, all she knew was the car probably would run well without it. This hunk of machinery was cast aside too with a ruinous crash.

Again and again her now dirty toes dove in, caused a engine ruining noise and came out holding something only to be dropped or tossed aside until a the wrecked husk of the luxury car's V-8 engine looked like a broken open soda can.

But no, she was hardly done, she shoved her foot in again, allowing her form to grow to the point where only her heel stuck out and then she pushed, feeling the firewall buckle against her dirty, pink painted toe claws and felt those same toes pierce through into the cab.

She grew more; soon able to look out over the whole of the various car show floors as the Bentley was soon nothing more than a misshapen slipper attached to her foot, her toes sticking out the now punctured trunk.

Crunches and the sound of breaking glass reached the dragon's ears as she took a few steps with her impromptu foot wear, a few hefty stomps as she attempted to cram her foot deeper inside, shredded what was left of the interior and burst all four tires as if they were child balloons.

"Well this certainly won't match anything I have on," Sayuri crowed as she lanced out with her foot and watched as the gutted s3 flipped end over end, hit the reinforced concrete wall of the building and fell down in a smoldering heap.

More sauntering and some half hearted stomps took place as the now 100ft dragon sauntered about some of the electrics and concept cars, not at all being too careful about what she stepped. Displays, front ends of cars, motorcycles all vanished under her soles.

A line of custom mopeds that were shipped in from Japan caught her eye for a moment, but only offered her several steps worth of entertainment and she idly wondered how the proprietors would explain the footprints, the smell and why their prized low rider moped were reduced to so much scrap.

The last out of the group was a nice, pink number with a big, thick racing slick for a rear tire. Sayuri pondered on just why someone would not only make a vehicle favored by college students set so low to the ground, but also why would they bother putting a racing slick on a vehicle that could barely hit 30mph as she pressed her foot slowly over it, listening to it crack like the cheap plastic cars she used to sate herself on at her home.

As she continued her step she felt the flattened racing slick and the shattered, glittery fiberglass and leather seat slowly peel from her wrinkly, sweaty instep and heel like a wet sock.

After a quick giggle she continued on to an odd vehicle that caught her eye, even shrinking down to a "modest" fifty feet and sitting down on a rest station that in no way could support her weight or size, her massive legs settling on either side of the odd smart car looking vehicle.

Whatever it was, it looked like a Smart car had a one night fling with a bicycle, a reverse "tricycle" styled vehicle, two front wheels and one rear wheel. She narrowed her eyes as she wiggled her tows on either side of the blue, white and silver oddity.

"Toyota I-Road ultra compact electric car," she mouthed as she read the display and the accompanying specs. She appreciated the design of the concept but dear god was it goofy looking.

Pressing her soles to either side she twisted the vehicle this way and that, noting how the front wheels tilted to match the angle, rather than turn. She pulled her musky soles away and smirked at the prints left on the side windows and paneling.

"Cute, but I don't think I could be caught dead in it, let alone fit in it," she said as she looked skyward, lost in thought as she slapped her feet together, trapping the I-road between them and rubbing them together, a horrid rattling noise coming from the concept vehicle before it was replaced by cracking and a spark as the pressure crushed the chassis and the batteries gave out, sending a pleasurable and harmless jolt through her soles and legs before the vehicle went from ultra compact to well, much more compact as it was compressed between Sayuri's feet.

Once the dragon's soles met, she sat there for a moment, wagging her tail happily, not caring for the damage or chaos caused behind her by the swinging appendage. No, her attention was focused on the compressed little vehicle that was slowly seeing light again as the wet, peeling noise of her feet was heard. She smiled at the power she just exuded, the plastic housing was so hard pressed that it was molded to the wrinkles of her soles as if she'd stepped on silly putty.

She spent a few more minute staring and giggling at it and rubbed herself a bit as she was beginning to feel the first tingles of returning lust.

Sayuri felt why delay it, another good orgasm would be nice right about now. She looked at the digital clock on the far wall and smiled, just enough time for one last hurrah before she needed to make her way for her quiet apartment.

But what to do she mused as she grew back to an impressive one-hundred and ten feet and gave her member a playful stroke.

Then she it hit her and with the joy of a child seeing a playground for the first time, tore across the breadth of the car show floor, her horns scrapping across the high ceiling and leaving deep furrows, her feet crushing and kicking away untold numbers of vehicles and then skidded to a halt before the sleek form of the Lamborghini S.p.A's latest model, the Aventador.

It was beautiful and for a moment she felt ashamed of what she had in mind for this masterpiece of Italian engineering.

Then the demo started.

A woman's voice began to speak with a faint Italian accent from a nearby display as the Aventador's engine revved and a set of rollers beneath the vehicle's wheels caught Sayuri's attention. Then she heard the purr of the engine turn into a roar as it began to pick up speed.

That was all it took to kill the moment of regret, but this wouldn't be enough, then she caught the site of two, Porsche Boxter 981s.

A lewd grin crossed her face as she hunkered about on her hands and knees, uncaring of the damage she caused as she grasped the Aventador and ran her tongue over the front end, the moan in her throat offset by the still running engine, the tires shredding against her diamond hard teeth.

When the doomed machine was slathered in her saliva she brought it low as she lay on her back and relaxed. The fingers of her free hand teased her tight rosebud, preparing it for a special guest.

The first shove was gentle and the penetration was sweet despite the sound of a hood crumpling against her butt.

"Let's see how you handle the dirt road," she cooed as she pressed more and more of the Aventador inside of her pucker, enjoying the feel of the carbon fiber and aluminum masterpiece slowly went deeper inside, her rippling insides crumpling it slowly even as the engine revved and shook making it the world's most expensive vibrator. Her legs lashed out, the claws piercing vehicles and digging deep furrows into the ground as she shuttled the vehicle in and out before pushing it totally inside, her cock painfully hard, throbbing and slick with pre as it spurted from her tip like an over filled icing bag, making the throbbing flesh shimmer and shine with precum like a glazed éclair.

Even with the 700 horsepower beats inside her, it wasn't enough, her hands questing and batting aside vehicles that didn't hold her interest, she grasped the first Boxter and pressed it to her sac, rolling the car across and threshing and flailing as she crushed it and kneaded it against her large, seed filled sack and reveled as the thing shredded like wet paper Mache and coated her balls in oil, gas, anti-freeze and shredded metal. She grasped the other and sandwiched her member between the shredded remains of the first Boxter and a fresh one and slowly began to jerk herself with both hands, loving the sound and feel of hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of dollars of vehicle yield to her throbbing girth.

"More," she grunted as she felt the first two impromptu sex toys shred away and replaced them with whatever was handy, Porsche, Ferrari, BMW, it didn't matter. If she could reach it, it was slammed and jerked across her meat and destroyed for a moment of pleasure.

Her orgasm near and she clenched her anal muscles tightened and she felt the light frame of the Lambo resist for a fraction of a second, before being ground into musky, carbon fiber confetti. The engine offered some resistance as he rumbled against her inner walls before it crunched and collapsed pleasurably inside.

That was all it took and she screamed her climax, uncaring if anyone outside heard and with limberness that betrayed her form, got to her knees, letting the pre and sweat slathered wreckage of her latest toys fall away as she stroked and coaxed her cum from her flaring tip and sprayed untold gallons of cum across the floor before collapsing on several rows of coated cars and panted with a gentle laugh.

She looked at her mess as she shrunk down to her "normal" height and tip toed through the ankle high goo of her orgasm, reclaimed her smart phone, the remains of her clothes and with several final snapshots with her phone, exited the building and was shocked that it was the dead of night before she made her way home.

She'd not get much sleep as she replayed her phones video over and over.

Epilogue

Her alarm rang at 11:00am sharp and as was her habit, Sayuri turned on the TV and tuned into the news. She couldn't help but smile as a reporter with a handkerchief tried his best to report the scene.

A camera panned across the car show floor, showing crushed and violated works of engineers, works of what some would call art, dollops of fragrant cum, deep footprints.

"You'll have to bare with us viewers, the scent that lingers over the scene is very cloying, overpowering," the well dressed wolf with a bad toupee said as he coughed, in the distance she could see men in bright, yellow hazmat suits hosing down and dealing with the result of her entertainment.

She switched the channel to another news station, this time a woman wearing a medical mask spoke.

"Apparently the alarm system malfunctioned, so authorities have no idea where to being an investigation, several motor companies have threatened legal action as damages top in the tens of millions to the vehicles alone, if viewers were here they'd be near overwhelmed from the smell of what can best be described as an eye burning scent of sexual musk combined with the smell of heavy sweat."

She smirked and turned off the Television and lay back down, laughing a bit.

"I wonder if there are any other shows in the state," and with a smirk she grabbed her smart phone, tapped into the internet and googled "Car shows"