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Muscle Car TFTG

Robbie drummed his hands off the steering wheel to the beat of the music. His heart beat nearly as quick, and his foot lingered on the pedal, pushing the engine to a velvet purr. Handbrake, clutch, gears, they were all set. The sound of his beautiful car rumbling, ready to go, settled him somewhat. He wasn’t calm. He could be in crazy trouble. But the anticipation turned closer to excitement, to a chance to prove his mettle, and his car’s metal.

He adjusted the radio, head bobbing, and glanced through each mirror again. No sign of cops, the street was quiet, a victim of malls and online shopping scooping up much of the business. The shops left were closer to boutiques, catering to events, weddings and brides. No gunshots had sounded from the jewellery store he lingered beside, but the Punk’s weird weapons might not make any such noise.

His eyes drifted back to the rearview mirror. His narrow face under a mess of bleached blonde hair, sweat dripping down his brow. He forced a sharp smile, wiped his brow, and swept long pale bangs back out of his vision. Then he opened the glove compartment and pulled a balaclava onto his lap, to be ready wh-

“LET’S MOVE!” The scream came as the door of the jewellery store crashed open. Thick bubbles, each as big as a basketball drifted innocently forth, followed closely by the trio of Piranha Punks. Each wore a bandana mask of dark blue and orange, stylized to look like a carnivorous fish with round lenses and zig zags cut into the fabric. Their clothing, their gang colours, were similar, with plenty of ripped triangles meant to evoke fangs or bitemarks. Each carried a sack with a dollar sign on it, crammed with small boxes, and a bubble blaster gun dripping greenish liquid. “MOVE IT BUSTER!”

Robbie pulled the balaclava on with one hand, dropped the handbrake on the other, and waited half an instant. One piled in the passenger seat, one jumped in the back door, and the third, a gangly man, dared to jump over the hood of his car. Robbie beeped the horn furiously, roaring at him, “Watch the Spearmint, jackass!”

“Watch the wha-” The thief stumbled as he lurched into the back.

Robbie virtually saw red. “The Spearmint- your getaway, that’s a custom fitted hood in Class C309 Emerald paint, and you just ran your ass over it-”

“Doesn’t matter, get going!” The burly thug in the passenger seat slammed a hand on his shoulder. “The suits’ll be coming here and you’re wasting time!”

“Cops?” Robbie laughed, adjusted his mask and slammed into second gear. His pride, his beauty, the green muscle car spun around with a spray of smoke, fast enough that his passengers were shoved against their seats. “No worries, nothing can catch this girl.”

“Except Thunderclap.” The third, a woman behind his shoulder, cackled.

“She doesn’t count- she’s got superspeed!” He revved down the quiet street, shops blurring by as the flash of blue sirens barely appeared in his mirrors. Robbie hit the brake, span and vanished into an alleyway, veering around a dumpster as the Punks cried in alarm. He liked to spook his “passengers”. It was hard to get respect as a getaway driver, as someone who sat out from any serious crimes, so a few close calls helped remind any goons of just how crucial a good getaway was. If a successful escape was this dangerous, what chance did they have with someone slower?

He zoomed the Spearmint down a major flow, spied cops pulling away, no doubt leaving spikes across the road. Maybe with the right timing, he could jump them, but a rough landing would damage his beloved car and that wasn’t worth it. So instead he pulled another hairpin turn, veered out into oncoming traffic, and sped through an underground carpark before shooting out into another side street. Another couple of manoeuvres, and they’d be clear, noone could catch him.

Ahead, the road swelled, as asphalt dark hair rose above purple furry skin.

“Argh, dangit.” The scrawny punk hissed.

“Whozzat?” Robbie eyed the rising figure- a woman nearly seven feet tall, dressed in a dark leotard and short jacket. She was striking, maybe a shark anthro, with thick arms and sturdy legs.

“Medley. New hero. Streetshark.”

“She squishy?”

“Nah, not crazy strong, just versa- TIIIII!” The female Punk screamed as the driver slammed into the accelerator. The hero would want them to try and dodge in the narrow road, to lose speed, to make them lose a high stakes game of chicken.

“Bawk bawk, hero!” Robbie roared a war cry as he ploughed straight forward, ready for the strange amazon to vanish back into the asphalt at the last second.

Instead he hit her.

And then he was rolling across asphalt, spindly frame bouncing before hitting a fire hydrant. The world kept spinning even as he lay still, feeling scraps and bruises on his arms, blood pounding in his skull, and a distinct lack of leather seat or belt behind him. He winced as he reached one hand out, felt his arm, but there was no glass either- he hadn’t gone through the windscreen, nor had the airbag deployed.

“M- spearmint? Where’d you go?” He coughed. It wasn’t fair if a superhero could just teleport his car away. Superspeed was one thing, but teleporting was some bullshit.

A cry of alarm drew his attention beyond his body. One of the cartoonish sacks was torn on the roadside, rings and necklaces scattered across the asphalt. The burly punk, the bearded guy from the passenger street was beside it, paralyzed as he looked up. Robbie blinked and followed his gaze.

Spearmint was standing smugly in the street. Or Medley was much much bigger? She had the same shape as before, two arms and two legs, except now she was as tall as lamp-posts, and all in a familiar C309 Emerald paintjob, or glittering steel of clean engineworks.

“That bitch stole my car.” Robbie gasped, staggering to his feet.

“Give you seven outta ten for effort, one outta ten for tactics,” The giant heroine looked down at the scattered robbers. The girl had managed to raise her bubble blaster, and Medley smirked as she eyed the weapon and bent closer, “Oh, offering a carwash? Go ahead, could use a little clean.”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” Robbie roared, stomping closer to legs thicker than his entire body, “I waxed her this morning!”

“Heh?” A confused chuckle came from above as he charged, throwing his entire weight into tackling her ankle. She didn’t move. His shoulder ached. Then she delicately lifted her foot, peering at him, “Sooo… are you normally super strong, or what’s the plan here dude? Cos you don’t look like one of the PP?”

“It’s Pirahanna Punks, not peepee!” One of the mooks shouted, scooping up rings.

“The plan is to get my damn car back, you overgrown dogfish!” Robbie roared, swung his body, holding her toes, and tried to push as hard as he could.

The world flickered, his head pounding with the strain.

And then he fell flat on his ass, grunting at the impact. A heavy rumble, like a small earthquake echoed a second later, as if the giantess had taken a step. Robbie groaned, scratched his ass and peered up, confused to see only blue sky overhead. Where’d she gone? Come to think of it, where had the street lamps and buildings gone?

“Whaaa…” A gasp beside him drew attention, and Robbie glanced around to see a green and grey snout almost nose to nose with him. Medley’s yellow eyes were wide beneath her dark hair, a strange synthetic mixture of rubbery skin and automotive metal. Stranger, her neck went down to his shoulder, or… to her shoulders?

As Robbie’s gaze descended, he was greeted by a strange perspective of the street from a great height, from on top of a curvy body of green armor and grey mechanical flesh. Four perky boobs shaped like airbags shifted with each breath, and four arms stretched from their shoulders- one braced against the road, one rubbing their rear, one scratching Medley’s hair, and one poking their bosom. Past a chiselled stomach of glass and steel, wide hips led to monstrous legs with engines in their thighs, and a long shark-like tail forked and twitched. The punks looked like dolls, two staring up while one grabbed tiny sparkling gems off the road.

“What.” Robbie blinked, trying to make sense- he was her now? Except she was her too?

“That’s what I asked!?” Medley snarled, a mechanical rumble in her voice as one arm grabbed Robbie’s head by the chin, “How’d you get into me?! I didn’t try to fuse with you!”

“Fuse? Hey, careful, don’t scratch!” He blared, another hand yanking the first away while a third pointed at her accusingly, “It’s bloody rude to steal people’s cars!”

“You’re literally a robber- stop it, how are you controlling this!? Get out!” Medley pushed back, trying to shove against his head even as he shoved and grappled her, all from within the one body. Their tail lashed and waved, knocking over a lamppost idly.

“I’m controlling it cos Spearmint’s my car, and there’s no love greater than that of a man for his ride!” He declared, “How can you claim to be a hero if you don’t know that?!”

“What.”

Her confusion was enough to let them topple over, balance lost and chest bouncing as the two headed titaness rolled on the street. The Punks startled at the heavy impact, and scattered, grabbing what valuables they could to flee with a ragged cheer.

“Argh- look, stop it, they’re getting away!” Medley grunted, “Work with me, and I let you walk, okay?! Clearly you’re too dumb to even be a punk.”

“How dare you impugn my honour?!” Robbie gasped.

“I’m not asking you to betray them, just… relax, let me do my j-”

“I never walk if there’s a road available!”

A heavy clunk came as Medley headbutted the road in frustration. She inhaled, a ragged rattling sound, then let loose a long sigh of exhaust fumes.

“Screw it. You are not the priority.” She grumbled, then… a hiccup of sorts rocked them both. Robbie floundered as his body lurched, bounced, and the other head vanished into his shoulder. The two spare arms were gone in the same instant, and he saw Medley pop into existence mere feet away, barely the size of a toddler. Which left him…

Sitting up put him around level with second storey windows. Standing, he’d be as tall than some buildings. Familiar emerald green armor adorned his figure, which was still incredibly curvy with plenty of junk in the trunk behind, and large tanks on her chest. In windows, she could see pale white hair around her exhaust-like horns, tooth maw wide in confusion.

“Fine, you love driving so much? No more fitting in cars for you, pedestrian life only!” Medley span, stuck out her tongue and flipped a finger at her.

The spearmint-giantess squeaked, or beeped, in alarm, “Wh- you’re leaving me like this?”

“For now, I’ve got bad guys to catch and you can’t hide like tha- aaaaaaaargh!” She screamed as she was hefted into the air and hugged tight against the giantess chest, a happy rumbling pur emanating from within.

“This is amazing thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou! Best twin ever!” Robbie gasped, feeling tears spray from her eyes and wipers flick across them, “I’m spearmint, I’m really really her?! This rules so much!”

“Ga- no, get off- why can’t- dude, get off!” Medley choked, struggling against the strength of a twenty five foot tall beast. “We are not sisters!”

“Oh yeah?” Robbie raised a hand, aimed, and playfully punted her into a nearby red sedan. Medley didn’t really impact into it, the metal wasn’t damaged, but in an instant she was a twenty-something fit robotic giantess again, struggling to sit up. Robbie skipped close, footsteps rumbling as she offered a hand, “Then why do we look so similar?”

Smoke plumed from Medley’s horns as she staggered upright, “Wh- you’re literally insane, you know that?! Screw the Punks, I’m taking you in, you’re way too dangerous.”

Her metallic hand lashed forward to grab, except the green giantess was already zooming backwards. Tires on her feet, like rollerblades, span to let Robbie backpedal, fumble for balance, then shoot an excited grin. Music, drumming heavy metal, pounded from inside her chest. “Oh yah? In that hunk of junk? C’mon Medley, nothing can catch this girl.”

Then she took off, roaring down the street.

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Roxie bit her lip as the spanner pulled tighter and tighter. Her tail shifted, rattling the chains that held it above the garage floor, and producing a groan from the winch above. She was used to that now. Life as a twenty foot lady meant most things felt like cardboard, needing gentle touches to avoid breaking them entirely.

“Almost done,” Chuck muttered from behind her.

“Take your time.” Roxie purred, opening one eye to glance across the workshop. She filled most of it, she’d had to crawl in backwards on her hands and knees, but the hours of maintenance and painting had been nothing short of heavenly. The new paintjob, dark blue with jagged orange stripes like lightning, had felt like a luxury spa treatment, not to mention the waxing and whole body clean. Getting a new, more powerful engine installed in her tail was just the icing on the cake.

“Easy for you to say, some of us have places to be.” The old mechanic grumbled, and she felt his weight slide off her butt cheek, getting clear. “Try that?”

A perfect hum kindled through the giant sharklady’s body as she thought, mechanical parts sliding and shifting like muscles in use. The wheels on her feet, kicked up near the ceiling, span quicker and quicker as she mentally ran through her gears, fins and spoilers flexing experimentally. Even without standing up, she could feel that she’d be easily twenty or thirty per cent faster at her best now, and her handling of this massive body had only improved as the months had gone by.

“Feels perfect.” Roxie unhitched her tail from the loop of chains, and carefully sat upright, exhaust horns almost scraping the ceiling. The humans ducked and looked up warily at her as she stretched, admiring the new curved and sharp angles of her body panels. She grinned, ran a hand over the windows of her abs, and flicked open one door at her midriff, “Well, who fancies coming for a joyride?”

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