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Hydee Turner twitched to the faint refrain of "Hungry Like the Wolf" and slowly rolled over naked under the sheets. She reached for the cell phone on her nightstand, rubbing her eyes of sleep. "H-hello?" The jackal stretched out, then curled her legs up against her and smiled, tracing a paw over her breasts. "Mmm, hi Bobby. What's up?"

"You still asleep?" The voice on the other side sounded breathless and excited.

She chuckled and licked her lips. "Not anymore, lover." A glance at the clock and she frowned. "Aren't you at the shop? It's past nine."

"Yeah, I just wanted to call to let you know I got her last night."

The jackal's red and blue eyes widened and she sat bolt upright in the bed. "W-what...?"

"I said I got her! I'm gonna call her Sarah."

For a moment, Hydee was lost for words. Oh Jesus Christ, no. "Baby, tell me you're kidding!" But she knew somehow he wasn't and winced. Bobby Bradshaw, a jackal of all trades when it came to cars, gaming, and comics, the epitome of spontaneity, was always doing dumb things like this. His passion for cars and speed in particular had ignited their own the past few months, and even though the sex was...okay...she really liked the jackal. There was just this one little obsession she couldn't understand, and it was the lure of older cars. Lately he'd been spending a ton of money on 1980s Mazda rejects, and while she'd been a little leery of his unusual automobile pursuits, she'd considered it just a phase he was going through, and deemed to pull out of the moment some new car make was introduced, or anime series came out, or video game was reviewed.

But now, apparently all bets were off, because if Sarah was the car she was thinking of... "Look, Bobby. I thought we agreed-"

"I know, I know! But babe, she's special! She's like no car I've ever seen in my life. I mean, geez! You're not even gonna believe it!" She knew that tone. This was a done deal. She could talk for hours, entice him to come over and lie with her naked and enjoy a world of sexual perversion, but there was no talking - or fucking - him out of it.

"No, Bobby, you got me there. I don't believe it. I don't understand what the hell possessed you to..." She thought about the car they'd seen coming home from a day in the park, sitting alone, forgotten and forlorn on the front lawn of a strangely-contrasting affluent two-story Tudor home. With its shattered taillights, the crumpled hood, the rusted hulk of fenders and frame. The two flat tires, and the tell-tale oil puddle underneath the engine. Her mental calculator had rung up at least fifteen-grand just to get it street-legal. "Seriously, the Thunderbird?"

They'd watched "Christine" together a few weeks ago, late one night after a rather satisfying bout of sex, and she'd joked how some old cars just didn't get the same respect they used to, and it was her explanation as to why the ghost-car was going around killing losers and bullies. Now she was regretting saying anything, and not staying quiet the way she usually did when they watched a movie she didn't care for. Like the 1958 Plymouth Fury that had come alive out of the shadows of Philadelphia only to kill, this 1955 Ford Thunderbird had invaded her dreams - and she was none too happy about it.

"Baby..." she said quietly. "What did I tell you when we were there? That you only liked the piece of junk because of that stupid movie. Remember?"

"Hydee, I checked her out before I bought her and, well, it was only two-hundred dollars, not even a day's pay for me. I'll make it up at the shop working overtime in a few days, doing a few lube jobs, lifts. I'll be okay."

She pulled off the sheets and got up from the bed, rubbing her damp fur. "Only two-hundred? Well...oh, I don't know, baby. You're still looking at thousands of dollars just to drive the thing-"

"Oh, I don't wanna drive it, sweetheart..." His voice turned mellow, gentle, like it would after making love and they were nestled together nuzzling and holding paws. "Well, what I mean is, I don't need to. Not for a while. I just want you and I to get in it. Together. As soon as I get back from work. It's really important to me that you get inside her."

She stopped and looked at her phone oddly. "Come again?"

Bobby chuckled. "Just trust me, okay? I want us to be together in that car and...well...maybe fool around?"

Hydee's eyes widened again. "Y-you wanna fuck...in the car. That's why you bought it?!"

Now he was laughing heartily. "Will you just please come over tonight? I'll explain everything when you get here. I gotta get back to the shop. And..." He paused. "I love you very much, Hydee."

The jackal softened and touched her cheek. He'd never told her that before. Not ever. She thought she loved him too, even with his crazy hobbies and impetuousness, but she'd never really said so. "I...I love you too, Bobby..." she found herself saying, and the paw on her cheek moved down to smooth over her breasts, concentrating on now-hard nipples.

He hung up and Hydee walked unsteadily to the bathroom for a long, hot shower, pleasuring herself under luxuriating steam and body oil.

**

She folded her arms as she stood in front of Sarah, shaking her head slowly. Her blue eye seemed normal but from her maroon eye, Bobby could see fire and anger.

"Well?" he grinned and joined the other jackal's side, slipping an arm around her. "What do you think?"

"Trying really hard not to," she muttered and tossed dark hair aside, still at a loss for true feelings. The Thunderbird, for all intents and purposes, had lost whatever thunder it had had back in the day, and it would never fly again. In 1955, when the striking Ford had first made its mark in muscle cars, it was probably in all its glory, and she could picture it roaring down Ventura Boulevard, maybe some old-time rock-n-roll song blaring from the dashboard, and looking shining and alive in the afternoon sun. Right now, however, it just looked dead, like an abandoned toy in the front yard that year after year collected nothing but rust, dents, and local ridicule. "How did you get it home?" she finally asked.

Bobby looked sheepish. "Had it towed. I didn't want to bother the owner so I just spent a bit more-"

Hydee interrupted sharply, "Your spending a bit more on this is going to be your twenty-four-seven job, you know. I mean, geez, you want to actually sit in this?" She walked over and peeked into the driver's-side window. The interior vinyl, which had probably once been a showroom-like, gleaming pearl white, now was brown, with mildew splotches all over, and several rips and tears revealed tufts of frayed nylon underneath. She looked at the steering wheel, which was battered, and the spider-web cracks running through the glass of the speedometer and odometer. She squinted and checked the mileage, which read 99,896. And judging from the looks of the Thunderbird, she imagined that had to have rolled over at least three times, maybe more.

"Ten times," Bobby placed a paw on her shoulder and she jolted a bit.

"Ten times what?" But she thought she knew. Somehow he'd read her mind.

"It's close to a million miles, the owner said. And that's not all. Um...okay, promise me you're not gonna laugh or make fun of me."

The jackal glared at him. "Why? I've been just giggling like a school girl since I got here, haven't I?"

Bobby flushed and took her paws gently. "This is important for you to know. The owner? He's the original owner. His wife died about two weeks ago when she was walking home from the local gym and got hit. It was an accident."

Hydee frowned. "And the funny part?"

He looked over at the car. "He said the car made them happy. I mean, not just happy, but like...it gave them lovey-dovey, pure, passionate, healthy, happy lives together. They were never sick. Their kids were amazing. They lived in that one house and went everywhere in Sarah. That's how she rang up so many miles."

"Was that before she got all banged up like this?" She looked back at the car curiously. There was no way this car could have made it out of the driveway, let alone take anyone anywhere.

"No," Bobby's voice was distant. "He says they were driving her up until the accident." He caught her strange look. "Look...this is weird, so just hear me out. A lot of what he said didn't make sense to me either." He led her away from the car and helped her sit down on his front porch. To Hydee, this was the most gallant and genteel she'd ever seen the gruff, unkempt, and immature mechanic, and she loved it a lot. "Hydee, well, I can't believe I'm telling you all this, but..." He looked deeply into her eyes. "I sat in that thing and...I just...I knew I was in love with you. Madly, deeply, truly in love with you."

Hydee ran her tongue over her mouth and pawed nervously at her whiskers, blushing. "Why?"

Bobby shook his head. "I dunno, that's just part of it. The owner says that Sarah here just...brings out something in, well, anyone who gets into her. It's like she's a cupid or something. You get in, and you fall in love. And I guess the sex is so fucking hot it..." He caught her look and shied his head away. "I...I...thought maybe you'd like to get in and...see what happens."

Hydee leaned over to nuzzle his cheek. "You seem different tonight. I mean, you're still creeping me the fuck out but..."

Bobby grinned and kissed her, long and full, a deep, passionate tongue-kiss that set every inch of her afire. By the time their mouths parted, she was breathless and woozy. "I feel different," he whispered to her. "Come on...climb in, you've gotta...well, you've just gotta see it for yourself."

The jackal uncertainly followed her lover as he led her over to the passenger-side door and opened it with a grating creak, loud enough to set her teeth on edge. Dubiously, she ducked and sat down on the seat, grimacing at the stench already. "Ugh, it smells like something died in here. Twice."

"Yeah, that's what I thought at first." He reached over her lap to flip on the broken air-conditioner switch. "Now, just give it a minute..."

"What am I waiting for? To faint or vomit?"

Bobby laughed and touched her shoulder. "Just wait...you'll see."

Hydee sighed and folded her arms defiantly, waiting for...whatever she was waiting for. As she sat in the car, she noticed it right away.

The unbearable smell dissipated. There was a faint breeze on the night air, and with it she now smelled something entirely different. It was like a meadow at first, but then as her nose accustomed to it, the scent shifted, and became more like an ocean's beach, with the subtle tang of saltwater. Then it was a forest glade, filled with succulent flowers, and then she smiled softly as one more smell came to her - the decidedly arousing, permeating musk of Bobby, right after sex, when they were both panting, wrapped around one another, drenched in sweat and their sexual juices.

Hydee shook her head, the spell broken, and looked wild-eyed up at Bobby. "What's...what's happening?" she said gently.

"You smell it, don't you?!" The jackal beamed and ran around to get into the driver's side. "I told you! Isn't that the craziest thing ever? I sat here in this car last night and just smelled everything. It was fucking amazing! Watch..." He turned off the air-conditioner and the rancid, permeating odor from before crept back in, stronger than ever.

"Ew, geez! Bobby!" She tried to get out of the car but he quickly turned the air back on. As before, the harmony of sweet, beautiful smells filled the car once more, and Hydee took a deep, satisfied breath. Realization finally sunk in and she turned to stare at him. "How in the hell..."

"I was gonna call you last night about all this but, I guess I fell asleep here."

"In the car?!"

"Yeah, in the car."

"Ohh, Bobby...honestly, what were you-"

"There's more." Bobby gently cut her off and took a key out from his pocket. "I need you to hear it..." As if in a trance, the jackal leaned over the steering wheel and inserted the key into the rusted ignition. After a few protesting clicks, the engine caught and sprang to life. It blatted a few plumes of smoke from under the hood, and then finally, painfully evened out into an unmuffled, choppy roar.

Hydee trained her ear to the sound, not understanding at all. "What am I listening for?"

Bobby didn't answer, but he put his foot down gently on the gas pedal, and the choppiness increased four-fold. Behind them, the Thunderbird let out a light pop of backfire, startling them both.

"Bobby?" But then she heard it. The rough song of the engine's ruined spark plugs and cylinders evened out and smoothed over. The chopping sound vanished, replaced with the gentle hum and purring of an engine that could have just come off the assembly line. The plumes of smoke were gone too. "Bobby...what did you do to this thing?"

"I...I haven't touched it, Hydee. I bought her yesterday afternoon, had her towed home, and looked her over last night. I just looked. I started the engine too, and this same thing happened. And check this out...um...put on your seat belt."

Hydee did a double-take. "Wait, we're driving?!"

"Oh hell no, just do it, please?"

The girl reached over for the seat belt and slung it around and across her chest, hooking it to the catch below. "Okay...fine, it's on. Now...what...w-what..."

The belt came alive. As she watched in disbelief, the shoulder-strap moved along her chest, until it was snug against her cleavage. Then it started to pull back and circle her right breast, tightening around her globe until the polyester webbing surrounded it. From the front, the belt molded down and across her nipple, and her nub became swollen and aroused immediately. The waist-belt tightened as well, dipping below her hips and wrapping about her. In that moment, Hydee felt like she was being held by a jealous lover, to be dominated, and it made her horny beyond belief.

"B-Bobby..." she whispered and glanced over at him.

The jackal's eyes were closed and his head sat back against the recliner. The seat-belt had played with him as well. It locked onto his lower abdomen, and trapped the thick bulge in his jeans between two bands of webbing, and now was rubbing it firmly. As Hydee watched, fascinated, Bobby undid his jeans' snap, squirmed out of his underwear, and allowed his full member to come free. The seat-belt eagerly grasped it, and surrounded the thick length in more of its webbing.

The girl's heart pounded and she strained with her seat-belt until she could reach over, dabbing her paw across Bobby's length and watching the dew of pre-cum settle on the tip. As he moaned, she smiled and reached down to unhook her belt. "Come here, you..." she whimpered, and eagerly nestled her head into his lap. For some moments, she fought with the seat-belt in a playful tug-of-war with the jackal's member as the prize, but eventually she won. She engulfed his hard, smooth shaft with her mouth and made loud suckling noises as she pulled more and more of his flesh inside to taste.

Bobby shuddered as the jackal started pulling and then lifting his member into her mouth, and hugged shaky paws around her head, eager for release now. She meantime bobbed her head quickly, running her tongue and lips across his length in several dripping-wet slurps. When he came, she was hardly ready for the amount. She gulped down several shots of seed, and squeezed his sac rhythmically with each spurt, until her mouth was full again.

She pulled slowly off his member and dribbled fresh cum down her lips and chin, moaning. Almost immediately, she got back to her knees, kissing him hotly even as she straddled him, yanking down her shorts and panties, practically tearing off her t-shirt and mashing her bare breasts into his face. She reached for his hot flesh between her legs, steadied it against her mound, and then lowered herself down, until she could feel him hardening deep within her, and his sac was pressed to her swollen folds.

The lovemaking was slow at first, intimate, passionate, as the two continued to kiss deeply. The smells coming from the air-conditioner continued to magically exude scent after scent - some featuring bountiful flower beds, while others suggested warm fireplaces, or idyllic lakes and streams, or a peaceful countryside with fields of green and gold.

Hydee tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, and bore down the length of his member as she climaxed heavily, gushing with ferocity she never had before. She cried out several times as one orgasm after another washed over her, bathing them in her own scent. The air-conditioner immediately duplicated it, permeating and overpowering. Bobby clung tightly to her hips as he followed with his own pleasure, his member spurting another generous pool of his seed into her body.

Finally both panted against each other, dizzy and soaking wet, dripping with sweat. The Thunderbird purred gently as they finished, as though waiting to see what the couple would do next. The engine revved a few times by itself and they laughed. The Thunderbird seemed to be enjoying the salacious event happening on her center stage. To Bobby, the car seemed like an uncaged animal, ready to be let loose on the streets of Los Angeles, to roam free, to shine in the sunlight, and to turn heads once more. To Hydee, it seemed like something else entirely. Like the car was ready to go, ready to take them on the journey of a lifetime, together, for as long as they lived.

They looked into each other's eyes, nuzzling and kissing softly. "Bobby?" Hydee asked, snuggling in his arms, and squeezing his spent length still trapped in her warmth. "I think...I think Sarah wants us to continue..." She giggled and her heart fluttered.

"Well, let's not disappoint her," Bobby replied, and slowly lowered the jackal to the side, until she lay breathless atop the seat. "Tomorrow, let's-"

She touched his mouth, stopping his words.

Tomorrow.

They would have to see. It would cost a fortune to fix her, more money than they'd ever spent before. But somehow, she had a feeling, a very strong feeling, that it would be okay, everything would be alright, that she and Bobby were truly destined for one another, and that Sarah would be there too, waiting for them, in a garage stall, or a parking lot, in a summer-swept field, or a cool lakeside beach, ready to take them on one adventure after another all of their lives. Just as she had undoubtedly done for others, for so many years.

She smiled brightly, looking deeply into her lover's eyes, and as she climaxed in his arms once more and told him how much she loved him, Bobby was already trying to figure out what kind of deal they could get on the body work.

END