A Concept of Cars by Striking Falcon

A Concept of a Shelby Mark II

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor the plot this story came from.  I wonder if things would have went differently if Christine had behaved like this?

WARNING:  If you are under 21 then avoid this short.  Seriously, I don't want to hear any whining and crying 'cause one of you decided to be a hard head.  This story is weird enough without that added trauma. 

A Concept of Cars

God, how she hated this job.

How many days in her life would she have to stand here in front of this sink with a beaker in her hand or staring at bacteria from the harsh magnification of a microscope?  She could have chosen many careers, including working at her father's junk yard like her brother Souta or helping out at her grandfather's shrine, but she chose chemistry because she felt it was where she could do the most good.  Back then she thought she would work for a pharmaceutical company, not the slave-driven cesspool that was the chemical weapons lab the government ran.   Instead of finding cures for cancer, diabetes and other life threatening illnesses she and her colleagues were finding ways to melt walls and other useless nonsense. 

If it were not for him she would have quit a long time ago. . .

Thinking of him drew Kagome's eyes to the large Roman numeral clock mounted on the wall overhead.  'Five o' clock' she breathed with relief as she turned away from her work and made her way towards her nearby desk.  'Time to go home and see him.'  She shrugged out of her lab coat and quickly  gathered her things.  She kept a nervous glance at her boss' office door, wanting to be aware of when he decided to step out and try to keep her at work over hours.  A shadow appeared behind the glass and the door opened just as she breezed past.  She ignored her boss' calls for her attention and made her way to the elevator on the opposite end of the hallway. 

"Hey Kagome!"

Kagome groaned then blushed at her rudeness as she turned around.  One of her coworkers, a tall young man with short dark hair and expressive indigo eyes, flagged her down as she grasped the outside lobby doors.  She let go reluctantly but gave her coworker a smile.

"Hi Inuyasha," she replied with a gentle smile.  Kagome greeted him warmly even though she was in a hurry and more likely than not fueling the office gossips about their 'relationship'.  Though Inuyasha was incredibly handsome in a brash, rakish kind of way, Kagome refused to date anyone she worked with.  Her first and last attempt had been with Genra Kouga, the head of their sales department.  The resulting evening left Kagome scarred and hesitant towards the other males in her company.

Besides, she already had a male in her life. . .

"Hey, you know Mr. Naraku is looking for you," he said once he reached her.   "You know that guy has the hots for you."

Kagome rolled her eyes in disgust.  "Please, don't curse me like that," she replied with a groan.  "I doubt he has anything 'hot' for me.  I bet he just wants me to stay for another assignment."

"Yeah, probably."

"I can't stay this afternoon anyway," Kagome said as her hand returned to the door handle.  "I have a project at home that I've been waiting on."

"Well if you need any help you know who to call."

Kagome smiled and waved then quickly escaped for the parking lot and her humble Probe.  She quickly tossed her purse and lunch box in the passenger seat before sliding into the driver's seat and putting on her seatbelt.  She was off in a matter of minutes, quickly navigating the company's maze-like parking lot to exit through the security gate to the highway beyond.  She lived in a small suburban neighborhood at least 20 minutes away from the laboratory but in her excitement to see him she believed she could shave at least 5 minutes off of her time.  She had missed him all day and she wanted-needed- to be able to touch and smell him again. 

Kagome reminisced about that fateful day six years ago when she first saw him.  He was a broken, rusted heap buried underneath piles of old pipe, trash, and bent hubcaps.  How long had it taken her and her father to straighten his frame and clean the rust from his chassis?  Back then she felt pity for him unaware of how valuable he was until she had finished the restoration and had him back to his old, shining self.  She pulled into her cul de sac with minutes to spare and pushed the remote to raise the garage door.  She paused, as she always did when he finally came into view.

Kagome's true love winked back at her, the sun glimmering off of his shimmering pale hood. 

She drove into the garage carefully, mindful of the Probe's long body as it slid into the space beside her revered beloved.  The garage door shuddered closed but she paid it little attention as she stepped out and gave her lover a gentle caress with respectful fingers. 

"Good afternoon Sesshoumaru," she whispered as the garage door finally shielded her away from the world.  "Did you miss me?"

II

It was only in the shower did she ever think about how crazy her situation was.  No one would understand why or how she managed to fall in love with the white 1965 Shelby Cobra Mark II.  They would all think she was crazy if they knew how she adored the massive piece of metallic beauty, how far she went to keep it clean, or how she protected it by only driving it once a month and installing a fire barrier in the walls that connected the garage and the rest of the house.  She dreaded the day anyone found out about her addiction but it was a house fire and losing her beloved that kept her awake at nights.

Their "courtship" started innocently enough during its restoration.  Finding the right parts for the car was a daunting task, one made easier by the internet and being hired by the government.  Without that job she never would have been able to afford the parts to rebuild the engine block and all the other parts that were necessary.  By the time the car was ready for paint Kagome was thoroughly in love.  It was when it was rolled out of the paint shop, shimmering white with Sesshoumaru etched along its side in gold paint, that Kagome's little heart skipped a beat.  She spent hours with it on a weekly basis, sometimes washing the outside of it and other times conditioning the pale leather seats inside.

It was purely by accident that she began masturbating in the car.

She had been showing her progress to her father at the shrine when it happened.  He was outside of it, walking around it and listening to the engine purr, when the car shuddered violently.  The vibrations slapped her center with authority and she gasped, her face blossoming as the unexpected wave of pleasure crashed over her.  Her grip on the steering wheel tightened and she bit her lip, embarrassed, as her father climbed back in.

"Are you alright Princess?" he asked once he got a look at her flushed face and white knuckles.  She nodded stiffly and struggled to release the steering wheel.   From then on she spent hours in the car, inside her garage, her cries of pleasure muffled by the thick walls of her garage.  She also spent a great deal of time talking to the car, whispering her desires and secrets to her faithful companion and silent love interest.  Sometimes she felt like a heroine in a story about an incapacitated prince.

What Kagome saw when she was with her Shelby was different than what other people saw.  The male she envisioned to match her beloved classic car was perfect.  He was tall, lean, and pale with amber eyes and silky silver hair.  He resembled Inuyasha somewhat but his features were borderline feminine and his smirk was arrogant.  It was his hands that stroked her when she sat in the back of the car, not hers, and she groaned his name as she came. . .

But she wanted more and could not help but attempt the idea that blossomed in her head.

Her first step was to install an exhaust fan into the side of the garage to filter out carbon dioxide.  She stood over the company representative as he installed the small fan into the side of the wall.  She had been so excited during the instillation, her eagerness so apparent on her heart-shaped face that the rep mistook it for interest and gave her his phone number.  Kagome blushed, accepted it gracefully, then tossed it into the wastebin as soon as the agent left. 

The next part of her plan was the most embarrassing because of the nature of the websites she had to surf to find what she wanted.  She ordered it as soon as she saw it and had it in her hands now, along with several towels as she made her way out of her shower towards the garage.  She closed blinds as she went, effectively shielding herself from any prying eyes as she grabbed the keys to him and crossed the threshold from the kitchen into the garage. 

And then she was before him, gunmetal gray eyes soft as she stood there dressed in nothing but a pale silk bathrobe.  Her eyes glazed over and she sighed happily when he was stretched before her, not the car but him.  He smirked at her as he always did and pointed to the wadded ball of towels in her hands.

"What is that you have in your hands little starling?"

She shivered in response, his voice warm and wet against her senses.

"You will answer my question.  What is that you have brought with you?"

She unwrapped the towels, laying each one over the front of the hood of the car, until a pale piece of plastic remained in her hands.

"Hold it up.  I wish to see what you think of this Sesshoumaru."

Kagome was embarrassed but did as she was told, holding the six inch lifelike sex toy up for his inspection.  She blushed when he laughed.

"I suppose it will do for now.  Do what you will with it and turn on your fan so we can begin."

She scampered eagerly, taking the time to ensure that the suction cup attached to the base of the toy was securely fastened to the hood of the car before flying to the wall to turn on the ventilation fan.  Kagome ducked inside the car and turned the key.  The Shelby roared to life, its engine rumbling underneath the hood and making the toy vibrate. . .

"Now come forward little starling.  Allow your master to see you."

The robe slipped off and was left in a bundle by the car's right front tire.  He was before her again, naked and waiting as his silver hair spilled over his shoulder.  The garage and the car melted away leaving nothing but this man and her.  She breathed deeply, her head swimming as she drank in the scents of pine and sandalwood that always seemed to accompany him.  He knew the affect he had on her, how she loved to watch his muscles twitch underneath his pale skin, how his amber eyes bore knowingly into her own.

"Begin woman.  It is rude to stare."

Had he been an actual man she might have booted him out of her house but he was Sesshoumaru and she wanted to be controlled by him.  He was powerful and handsome, everything that she believed she would never be able to obtain and she came willingly to him.  Her fingers ghosted over the car's snowy hood, feeling not cool metal but warm flesh as her fingertips trailed from metal to plastic.

"That's right starling.  Touch it.  Caress it."

And she did, her left hand enclosing around the member between his legs as her right found purchase between her own.  He rumbled his approval as she stroked him, her movements shy and uncertain.  She changed hands, allowing her slick fingers to glide over the warming toy as he growled his approval.  Her strokes quickened, her hands finding the rhythm that pleased them both.  The longer she stroked the more she trembled, her legs spread wide against the Shelby's grill as she plunged her fingers deep within her treasure.

"Please," Kagome groaned after a few moments.  "I can't stand much more.  Please Sesshoumaru-"

"Do not beg me.  You know the rules.  Do not cum til I say or else."

She rolled her eyes but complied, wondering to herself why she chose not to disobey this figment of her imagination.  Sure her imagination was strong but-

"Do not dare.  Release me and use your mouth woman.  Then maybe you will be too preoccupied to think such foolishness."

Once again Kagome obeyed and braced her knees on the hood of the car.  She hissed in pain, burned from the heat of the engine, and moved some of the towels underneath her knees before giving the toy a gentle kiss.  He hissed sharply, his clawed hands balled into fists as she slowly brought him into her mouth.  She used her tongue to swirl little patterns along his veins and was tickled at how the most inane 'drawing' brought the most response out of him.  She gave him one wide, slow lick, gray connecting with half-lidded gold as she gave him one last, loud kiss. 

"Up starling.  Let us try this new toy of yours. . .as inadequate as it may be."

Kagome rolled her eyes but climbed on top of the hood and braced herself above the toy.  He rolled his eyes at her uncertain gaze.

"Sit girl."

She did so slowly, shivering as the toy slowly invaded her.  Inch by inch was lost within her weeping folds and she gasped when she felt the fluffy warm towels underneath her backside.  She lifted herself up just as slowly, her thighs tight as she raised and lowered herself on the car's hood.  Her hands became his as they caressed her outer thighs.  She squeaked in surprise when he squeezed her buttocks but ignored his arrogant smirk when he reached for one of her breasts.  His hands were so much larger than hers and she was always embarrassed when he paid any attention to her breasts.  They always looked so small behind her closed lids.  The tips of his claws bit into the flesh at her hip slightly and she gasped, her pace quickening as his thumb swept across her nipple. 

"Someday I will be free to do what I want with these and you will let me.  Won't you little starling?"

His voice and the feel of him sent shoots of pleasure that unraveled her slowly, surely, until all she could feel was his hands and his voice.  She groaned and gasped under his touch, feeling fiddle-played and wound tight as she struggled against her release.

"You will no-"

But it was too late.  Kagome cried out, the wave of pleasure too much to overcome as it washed over her.  Her walls quaked against the toy's smooth surface and she flopped forward, spent, as little ghosts of her ride tripped over her.

"You, my lovely, are incredibly disobedient."

Fingers fisted in her hair and she gasped when she was suddenly jerked back to her previous position.  Rough hands turned her to face away from the car, spinning her around on the toy as she came face to face with the garage wall.  Her hands fell forward to brace herself and she squealed in surprise when the car suddenly shuddered  underneath her.  The same waves of pleasure crashed into her again, only this time they were more intense as the toy seemed to grow within her walls.  Stars flew before her as she unknowingly worked herself over the seemingly larger instrument, it hot and hard within her as the car continued to shake and knock. 

'Oh dear God,' she groaned desperately as she pounded against his hot member.  'I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow.'  This was nothing like anything she had felt before, this feeling that seemed to stroke every hot spot within her and strum it effortlessly. 

"You will cum when I say, is that understood?"

"Yes!" she growled between clenched teeth.  "I-OH!-I understand!"  He bid her to go faster and she did, her hips grinding the slick toy as it flew in and out of her treasured folds.  The fingers in her hair tightened when he growled in her ear, the sound changing to soft laughter when she cried out.  A finger slipped down to stroke the small bud hidden between her legs, another digit reaching to give it a soft pinch that made her jerk against him.  His fingers were in her mouth in moments and the flavor of the both of them burst along her tongue. 

"I believe you have learned your lesson, have you not?"

"Yes Sesshoumaru," Kagome gasped around the fingers as they slowly moved in and out of her suckling mouth. 

"Good.  Permission granted."

It was then that the car quaked hard, as if it were going to shake itself apart.  The violent shaking caused Kagome to slip and she fell, legs spread wide, down on the toy and came hard.  Gray eyes vanished as they rolled in the back of her head.  She bit her lip to keep from screaming, aware enough of the problems that would occur should her neighbors hear her.  She blinked once she came down, shell-shocked as she struggled to climb down from the gently purring car and regain her footing.  She struggled to put her robe back on, then turned the car and gathered the towels and the toy.  Kagome stumbled away from the car, making sure to give its steering wheel a kiss and a gentle thank you before turning off the lights and retiring to the rest of the house.

It was when she was safely tucked back in the shower did the amber headlights of the car begin to glow.  The Mark II rumbled with what could have been content as the last drops of Kagome's spent essence was soaked into the car's metal hood.  A soft chuckle sounded throughout the garage and the headlights burned brightly, intensely, for a few seconds more before they quieted down and the garage returned to normal.

(FIN)

SF: This is weird, probably the weirdest thing I've ever written.  Its also not very good.  I can't wait until November when I can do what I do best.  Right now I'm by myself onstage because the others are preparing.  Flames are welcome for once so do your worst.