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Pounded In The Butt By My Wolfcar On The Full Moon
🕑 Added 2024-10-11 16:13:34 +0000 UTC
Strange things have been going on around Porpo these days. First, he wakes up to find a bizarre assortment of sex toys in his driveway. Next, his car’s backup camera seems to be malfunctioning for no particular reason.
Things come to a head when Porpo’s aforementioned car, Frank, disappears without a trace one evening. Now Porpo is hearing strange howls and vrooms from the woods, and when he meets up with his sentient car again, everything will take a turn… not just for the frightening, but for the erotic.
This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on wolfcar action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies, and living vehicle love.
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POUNDED IN THE BUTT BY MY WOLFCAR ON THE FULL MOON
By Chuck Tingle
“How you feelin’, Porpo?” Frank asks, his upbeat demeanor a stark contrast to the quiet scene around him.
The morning is still, dew still on the ground and the sun just barely starting its crest over the distant horizon. There’s a chill in the air that keeps most folks sleeping in, nestled away in their cozy beds unless they absolutely have to leave— and if they do have to leave, they’re certainly not happy about it.
Not Frank, though. Frank is always happy to be here, an unwavering constant in my daily routine. People talk a lot about reliable cars, and usually that’s a reference to engine performance or safety features, but what Frank brings is something more. Frank brings a positive attitude.
“Good morning,” I say, my voice still a little creaky from waking up no less than twenty minutes prior. I hoist my coffee mug with one hand and open his back door with the other, tossing my briefcase inside.
“Big day at work?” Frank asks.
“Yep,” I reply. I slide into the driver’s seat and start Frank up with a gentle rumble. “There’s a presentation due, but I think I’m ready.”
“I’m sure you are,” my car offers encouragingly.
I put it into drive, then slowly make my way down the driveway. “Thanks buddy,” I sigh, rubbing my eyes as I adjust to this early morning
hour. “I can always count on—Oh my God!”
I slam on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt before I get the chance to
turn onto my street. It’s still dark enough that my headlights illuminate the scene, shining out across the cement before me like a brilliant yellow spotlight.
There, in the middle of the drive, is what appears to be a bottle of lube, a ball gag, and a massive dildo.
I furrow my brow, gazing through the windshield as I struggle to fully comprehend this abrupt shift in my otherwise standard morning. “Uhhhh, is that was I think it is?” I question.
“Oh!” Frank blurts. “I can’t believe it.”
I stop the car and climb out, slowly creeping over to investigate for myself. Sure enough, a plethora of sexual items have been strewn across the driveway in a haphazard display of carnality.
Suddenly, I remember something very important.
“Did you catch this on your cameras?” I blurt, glancing back over at Frank. “Your backup cam turns on when there’s movement, right?”
The second I say this, I notice a slight change in the car’s demeanor. For a split second his eyes shoot downward, flickering with some unknown emotion, then seconds later they’re back up to meet mine.
“What is it?” I press. “Nothing.”
I hesitate. “Well? Did your cameras catch anything?”
I stroll back over to the car, ready to climb in and check for myself, but Frank cries out to stop me.
“Wait!” he says, tensing up a bit.
I halt my approach, watching as the emotions simmer and churn within my vehicular friend. I can see now that he’s trembling slightly, nervous sweat forming across the top of his windshield.
“Okay, fine,” Frank sighs. These simple words cause him to relax slightly, a weight off of his shoulders. “My cameras aren’t working. I... I should have told you sooner.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I’m your car, I’m supposed to be here for you when you need me,” he explains. “I want you to think of me as reliable, not busted up. The last thing you need right now is a trip to the repair shop.”
I can’t help but laugh, appreciating his concern for me but dismissing it completely. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” I assure him. “Things break. It happens.”
I stroll back towards the sentient vehicle, then stop, glancing over my shoulder at the erotic mess that’s still strewn across the driveway.
“Bummer,” I say. “Would’ve been a trip to see what happened here.”
“Aren’t you worried about waking up tomorrow?” Frank asks, his voice filled with concern as the two of us cruise down these dark city streets. “You don’t wanna be out too late.”
“It’s not that late,” I reply. “Sure, we usually play at five, not six, but one of the guys had to move it back and I wanna be a team player.”
Frank doesn’t respond, his voice disappearing into the gentle hum of the road below us. We’re coming to the end of a long drive across town, a trek that I make every other week to the Billings Rec Center. One of my buddies works there, and he can open up the indoor basketball courts for a handful of us to play.
Usually, we get in a little earlier, but plans have shifted this evening.
This part of town is particularly forested, a few houses dotting the road but most of the landscape covered in thick, towering trees. Eventually, the woods clear just enough for a parks department building to come into view, a modest community center with a large indoor gym attached to the back.
I pull into the lot and park, noting that many of my friends are already here.
I climb out of my car and shut the door, strolling towards the rec center when Frank calls out to stop me. “Let’s try to be on the road at seven. Home by seven twenty-one.”
I turn to face him, furrowing my brow. “Why seven twenty-one?”
“Just... seems like a reasonable time,” the sentient vehicle replies.
“Sure man,” I laugh. “I won’t fuck around too long. We’ll get home early.” With that I continue onward, pulling open the door of the rec center and
heading inside.
I make my way to the gym, discovering that my friends are already here and
deep into their warm ups. A basketball is already getting passed around, shots firing at the basket from every direction, with mixed results. We’re not the greatest players, but we have a lot of fun out here.
It’s not long before we start in with our first game, and right from the jump I can tell this is going to be a good night. The mood is competitive, but there’s also a lightness in the air. It’s been a while since we’ve been able to make this work, so having fun seems to be at the top of everyone’s agenda.
Teams are randomly picked at the start of each scrimmage, which means the games and techniques can vary wildly. I end up losing my first game, but absolutely dominate the second and third. Honestly, it hardly matters who wins tonight, especially since the workout stays relatively the same.
I quickly lose track of time, my focus squarely on the task at hand. We play and play until, finally, a few players announce that it’s time for them to pack it up. One by one, the teams begin to dwindle, until the whole thing falls apart.
Lately, I’ve been terribly sore after these basketball nights, so I stick around a bit and work out my calves with some easy stretches. I remember to take my time with these poses, giving them the patience and form that they deserve.
Eventually, it’s just me and my friend Brian left—the guy who organizes these games. We hang back and chat for a while, staying until he leaves with the instructions to turn off the lights when I’m ready to get out of here. He also reminds me to not leave anything behind, as the doors will lock behind me.
Once I’m all alone, I take a moment to meditate on this quiet, calm scene. This large empty basketball count feels strange in the vast silence, a place I usually associate with sound and movement now drained of all that life.
There’s still an energy here, it’s just different. I close my eyes, feeling my breath and my body.
“Aaaawwooo!”
I mighty, primal cry rings thorough my ears, causing me to jump and yanking me from this peaceful trance. I glance around, struggling to find the source and then realizing this howl is actually far, far away, it’s just incredibly loud.
I spring to my feet and gather up my things, hurrying across the gymnasium and pushing through the exit door. It’s dark out here, much darker than I expected, and the cool air hits me suddenly.
The door slams shut behind me with a loud clang.
I take two steps towards to space where Frank was once parked, then stop abruptly. My vehicle is missing.
I glance around the parking lot, struggling to understand what’s going on and even wondering if I’m misremembering. Of course, I’m not misremembering anything, as evidenced in the fact that this lot is completely empty.
“Well... fuck,” I mutter.
I turn around and check the door, getting the exact result I expected. It’s locked.
The only option left is walking home.
Not wanting to waste any more time, I begin my trek down the sidewalk of this long, empty road. It was already feeling desolate on my way out here, but as the daylight hours have shifted into evening, things have only become more barren. This is the far edge of town, but right now it feels as though I’m stranded in the middle of nowhere.
“Frank?” I call out, wondering if he’s near enough to hear me.
My voice echoes through the darkness, repeating over and over again until it disappears into the vast night.
A shiver runs down then length of my spine, my body not entirely prepared for tonight’s cool weather. I rub my hands across my arms, as though this small bit of kinetic energy could somehow keep me warm, but it does very little.
Right now, all I want is to be back home, safe and warm.
This thought quickens my pace a bit, recognizing that the faster I get home, the sooner I can relax.
There’s also the question of Frank’s safety. I have no idea why he’s not back at the parking lot, and while I suspect there’s simply been some kind of misunderstanding, there’s also a few less savory options. What if he was stolen?
Carnapped?
I try not to dwell on this too much, but now that the thought has entered my brain I find it difficult to quell. I want nothing more than to get back home and discover Frank waiting in my driveway, and until that happens I’m afraid my nerves will remain inflamed.
This idea cascades into another one, my eyes darting to the side when I remember there’s a short path through the woods that will literally cut my journey in half. If I follow the road, then I’ll be out here all night, but this little walking trail will have me home in no time.
The only problem is that it slices through the middle of a deep dark forest.
I pause momentarily, standing directly before the winding dirt path, then make my decision. I start heading down the trail.
The darkness of the forest quickly envelopes me, streetlights falling away and plunging my surroundings into an even more oppressive gallery of shadows.
The only light now is the pale glow of a giant full moon that hangs large and foreboding overhead.
“Aaaawwooo! Vroom! Vroom!”
Another, howl cuts through the night, first causing my whole body to clench up tight and then relaxing a bit when I hear the distinctly car-like expression that follows.
“Frank?” I call again.
These sounds are much closer than before, so close that I can actually get a vague sense of direction. They’re coming from the forest on my left, and while I’m just as terrified as ever, I’m strangely drawn to these haunting noises.
I begin to creep off the path a bit, pushing my way through the thick underbrush.
“Frank?”
Suddenly, I catch a blur of movement to my right. I turn abruptly, peering into the darkness.
Headlights erupt through the night, so brilliant and yellow that I’m forced to shield my eyes.
“Aawwwoooo!” comes the furious roar.
My reaction is huge. I stumble back, reeling with alarm and then falling over a tree root that sends me to the crashing to the ground. I gaze up at the headlights, not sure what’s about to happen but terrified to find out.
Gradually, the lights begin to dim. As my eyes adjust, I’m relieved to discover a familiar sight, with some unfamiliar changes. These headlights are Franks, my trusty vehicle returning to me after his strange disappearance, but my friend has since transformed into a terrifying creature. The basic frame of his body is there, but wiry hair has sprouted from all over his smooth exterior. Shimmering yellow eyes pierce through me with their frightening gaze.
“You’re a... you’re a...” I stammer.
“A wolfcar,” he finally confirms. “I warned you! I wanted us to get home before the rise of the full moon!”
A long pause falls over us, the mounting dread faltering slightly as this moment becomes slightly awkward.
“Well, how about we just go home now?” I suggest. “I mean... I’m fine with you being a half car half wolf. You can still carry passengers, right?”
“Yeah,” Frank admits.
“So why don’t we just drive home?” I question.
The vehicle hesitates, then erupts with yet another powerful roar. “Because
I’m too horny! Don’t you see? On the full moon I become overwhelmed with arousal! I was the one who used all those sex toys in the driveway!”
Still, I hardly react. “That’s okay. You can be horny.”
“I can?”
“As long as you’re still being respectful.”
The car considers this.
“To be honest, the whole wolfcar thing kind of turns me on,” I admit. Frank’s eyes widen a bit. He rolls towards me, but I put up my hand to stop
him.
“Wait, wait!” I shout. “Not tonight. If you’re out of control during the full
moon, then I’m not going to take advantage of that. We can talk about this tomorrow, and if you’re still interested, then we can make a plan for the next full moon. Sound good?”
Frank nods, then unlocks his doors.
“Let’s go home,” I say, strolling over and climbing in.
Tonight’s the night.
I’m shaking with anticipation as I step into my backyard, a whole month of
waiting all leading up to this moment. Over this time, the tension between Frank and me has only grown, and now I’m aching to let it all go.
The full moon hangs brilliantly overhead, illuminating the polished shine of Frank’s hairy frame. The vehicle’s glinting yellow eyes watch me from the shadows, then he rolls out in all of his wolfcar glory.
I move towards him, meeting the handsome vehicle in the middle of the yard and wrapping my arms around his hood. I kiss him deeply on the mouth. The second that our bodies touch the tension between us shatters, a potent erotic energy taking hold and carrying me onward.
Frank’s form is beastly—frightening, even—but there’s something undeniably attractive about his half wolf half car body. The primal desires that we share have taken physical shape, manifested into a muscular, fur-covered vehicle.
As I explore the wolfcar’s body he explores me in turn, stripping away my clothing and revealing me to the cool evening air. He starts with my shirt, pulling it up over my head and tossing it to the side. My pants come next, and soon enough I find myself standing totally nude before him.
Frank’s attention begins to move lower and lower across my nude form, his hands drifting back and forth across my waistline and then finally reaching down to wrap around my swollen cock. I let out a long, satisfied groan, reeling from the sensation as Frank begins to pump his hand up and down my length. He takes his time with me, noting the gentle way that my hips push back against him and falling into the natural pace of my body.
Eventually, however, his rhythm begins to quicken. The pleasure builds at the pit of my stomach as Frank’s hand moves faster and faster, carrying me along. I
fumble a bit, nearly buckling at the knees but somehow staying upright as I brace myself against the sentient vehicle.
When the speed of Frank’s hand can no longer escalate, he releases me from his grip. The wolfcar revs his engine a few times and then opens his mouth wide, taking me between his lips.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes and leaning my head back as the vehicle shows off his oral talents.
Frank picks up right where he left off, bobbing across by rod with ravenous enthusiasm. The car rolls back and forth, taking me deep and then pulling back in rapid succession.
Suddenly, my handsome wolfcar rolls back and takes a moment to collect himself. His giant yellow eyes are overwhelmed with hunger and lust, the mighty power of the full moon coursing through him.
Frank rolls forward again, taking my cock into his mouth—only this time he doesn’t pull back. Farther and farther I travel down his gullet, slipping well past the expected limits of his gag reflex. Soon enough, Frank’s face is pressed tight against my stomach, fully consuming my rod in a stunning deep throat maneuver.
The wolfcar holds like this for as long as he can, allowing me a chance to savor the moment, then finally pulls back in a frantic gasp.
His performance is breathtaking, and it pushes me over the edge of arousal. An erotic ache has been building within me and, finally, it spills over in a moment of unbridled action.
I drop to the grass and spin around, popping my ass out towards the vehicle, then glance back over my shoulder with a fire in my eyes. “I need you inside me!” I snarl, the words coming out with even more primal force than expected.
Maybe the full moon is more powerful than I thought, it’s power effecting me in a different, but just as potent way. There’s an undeniable psychic energy to this evening, something I can’t quite put my finger. It swirls around us as we bathe in the light of the moon.
“Awwwwooooo!” the wolfcar howls, his voice echoing through the night.
I suddenly realize that we’ve prepared for this, glancing around the yard and then quickly finding what I’m looking for. A small hole has been dug and then lined with a plastic tarp, just deep enough for me to crawl into on my hands and knees and then allow the vehicle to safely drive over me.
I quickly scamper into the pit and then take my position, reaching back and slapping my ass.
Frank rumbles loudly as he positions himself over the top of the hole. I glance back over my shoulder and catch sight of the vehicle’s enormous cock, which hangs stiffly from the bottom of his undercarriage.
My wolfcar lover places the head of his cock against my tightly puckered backdoor, teasing me for a moment as he tests the limits of my anal seal. The second that it seems like he’s about to enter me, the handsome vehicle pulls back, playing this game over and over again as my body trembles with anticipation.
“Do it!” I snarl, egging him on. “Fuck me!”
The wolfcar doesn’t mean to be told twice. With one last thrust the living vehicle pushes forward, plunging his massive rod into the absolute depths of my body. I let out a started gasp, not entirely prepared for his size despite my lustful encouragement.
Fortunately, Frank is happy to take his time. The sentient vehicle pauses within, holding tight and allowing my body to come to terms with his formidable girth. Any discomfort gradually melts away, replaced instead by a pleasant warmth at the pit of my stomach.
Very slowly, the living vehicle begins to pump in and out, barely moving at first and then gradually gaining speed as the two of us find a pace. I grind back against him, our bodies locking into some subliminal, unspoken rhythm.
Frank knows exactly what he’s doing, pumping me with deep, confident thrusts that hit my prostate just right. Every slam against my backside causes the warmth within my stomach to grow and spread, working its way down my arms and legs until the entirety of my being is alight with a glorious, humming pleasure.
“Just like that, just like that,” I murmur to myself, eyes rolling back into my head in a state of utter bliss. With every passing round these words grow louder and louder until, eventually, I’m crying out at the top of my lungs, filling this dark night like the howl of some feral beast. “Just like that! Just like that!”
I reach down with one hand and grab ahold of my hanging cock, beating myself off in time with the slams from behind. This new source of pleasure mixes with the first, creating a lustful cocktail that courses through my veins.
I can feel the first hints of an impending orgasm coursing through me, filling me up to the brim as I tremble and quake in this little backyard hole while the handsome, beastly vehicle rolling back and forth above. The tension builds and builds, looming like some crashing wave and then finally breaking in a cascade of sensation.
I throw my head back and let out an unbridled shriek, completely losing myself in the moment. The feelings surge, completely overwhelming my senses as my muscles clench tight in mighty, unyielding waves. Hot white spunk erupts from the head of my shaft, splattering across the ground below in a milky, abstract pattern.
Frank carries me through the orgasm from start to finish, never letting up with his confident pounds. The second that I’m done he pushes deep within me and holds tight, unleashing a pent up climax of his own. I can feel the wolfcar’s spunk
blast into my body, filling me up to the brim and then squirting out from the edges of my tightly packed ass. It runs down my legs in slender, milky streaks.
Utterly exhausted, I collapse to the ground while Frank rolls forward and uncovers the little hole I’ve been tucked away in. I lay back, bathed in the light of the full moon as I gaze up at this luminous orb.
“That was amazing,” I gush.
Frank hesitates, but as his silence lingers on and on I find myself curious. I sit up, glancing around to realize that the wolfcar has disappeared, vanishing into the shadows of the evening.
I chuckle to myself, shaking my head. Of course he’s gone. Under the light of the full moon, Frank’s not in control of his own thoughts, his own desires. We planned this ahead of time, when he was in a calm and collected state of mind, but our discussions only lead up to a certain point.
We didn’t mention any cuddling.
It’s a shame, because if Frank was still here then I’d love to tell him what an incredible night this was. Sure, wolfcars are known for their insatiable lust and overwhelming sexual urges, but what I felt this evening was much more than that. There was an emotional weight to this encounter that can’t be denied, an almost spiritual connection.
Or maybe not. Frank did leave, after all.
In our discussion, we’d planned to pound it out all night, but it seems like things have changed.
I stand up and gather my clothes from around the yard, silently pulling them on, then make my way back towards the house. I’ve almost reached the back door when an unexpected noise stops me in my tracks.
“Vroom! Vroom!”
I turn around to see that Frank has appeared again at the edge of the yard. He’s smiling excitedly, an assortment of sex toys gathered in his arms.
I guess this evening is not quite over after all.
