Totally Car Sex

Alex in a fireman carry and Sam able to look over Clover's other shoulder from being cradled in Spiderman's arm (his hand on her butt!) saw the factory coming down behind them! As he kicked away its main door, the last thing they saw inside was the great, hungry hole in the ground stretch herself to its limits and just be able to catch one of the falling ceiling beams into its gaping maw!

They escaped into the wide fresh air with a stories-high cloud of pulverized debris following them as the interior of the factory collapsed!!

Spiderman had nothing around to catch his web on and had to uncharacteristically run!!

"I don't think you're going to be able to outrun it, Clover!" Alex cried, having a clear view how close the cloud was coming. It was so close her keen canine nose could almost smell the ink mixed in with the other toxins.

"We need to get behind a windbreak, and let it go around us!" Sam said.

"Like, the only thing around is that collector car over there!" Clover said, dashing across the empty parking lot and jumping over the 1958 Impala replica.

"Get low to the ground!" Sam told them, using a martial-arts' pressure-point technique to get "Spidey" to remove his hand from her butt. Helping was Alex, who hit Clover to get him to remove his hand from HER butt.

And so, they squatted low, their hands and even cheeks against the metal, waiting for the disaster to pass. The plan seemed to be working, as the patch of asphalt around them remained black. In the minutes it took for the cloud to thin, they thought they heard voices coming from inside the car, but, below the windows, they weren't ready to pay much attention to them.

They were just beginning to relax when Alex noticed the 18 ft. high blacktop cock. "How'd you like to lift your leg for that?" the doggirl said.

Sam's twat gushed that it would like to try, much to Sam's (toon masochistic) embarrassment.

They stopped touching the car when, suddenly(!) they realized the car was a lowrider as its rear suspension rose rapidly. It came back down, but only part way, and that only so it could come back up again, and again, and yet again. The tempo increased to a more urgent pace, but its rhythm remained the same; the trio knew this because the song from the radio inside did likewise: "Rock Around the Clock".

"Look at it bucking," Alex said.

"I think it's, like, fucking," Clover said.

"It's becoming a toon!!" Sam cried as the car's hard metal began to soften and bend as a woman's body does when she's into serious sex on all fours (wheels, here), raising her rear (trunk) higher than the rest of her body like it was seeking out a(n invisible) partner.

"Does it feel like a woman?" Clover asked, reaching out to find out.

[This happens just a little before and during most of "ACME Ink", Chapter 17 "Toon Sex Births a Toon Original"]