Author's Note

I haven't quite decided yet - but I may take a short hiatus from updates, a week or two at most. I have a five-part story I'm getting ready to post coinciding with the solar eclipse taking place on April 8 - starting sometime next week. Just a heads up if things abruptly slow down - I'm not dead, nor is the story. Might be a good time to regroup a bit - I feel like I've been slacking a bit with converting the last several updates.

That being said, hopefully this update makes up for any minor break in the action...

Chapter 35

Once Midnight and I had gotten the Chrysler centered on the car lift, we spent most of the afternoon in a lengthy inspection process. Any spots of rust found underneath proved to be surface rust at worst. With such solid steel and general cleanliness underneath, I found myself awestruck. The car had likely never seen an environment outside of the desert in its life.

Before even thinking about getting started on disassembly, proper documentation was in order. I took numerous pictures with my phone during the course of the deep dive. Some of it just to have 'before' photos of the car - but mainly to remind us later how things fit, special bolts or fasteners, and other shit like that.

It would have been miserable trying to fit everything back together later without some sort of guide and leaving it straight to memory. This might have been the first time I actually heeded that advice.

Sure, everything looked fairly good, but I was aware much of it would likely all have to come apart in the future.

For her part, Midnight displayed a lot of patience helping me to look things over. It would have been hard not to see she was chomping at the bit to start tearing the car down and getting started on the restoration. But she seemed to understand well enough that patience was needed.

Today's monumental event meant that the urge to celebrate in the evening was too much to resist. Hence before beginning to look over the car, prep started on dinner.

Steaks in a red wine marinade. Admittedly, it's something I've never done before - I had to look up a recipe online. But happily, they turned out great - tender, succulent, and full of flavor. Even if the wine I had was starting to get just a bit skunky…

I gambled with it anyway, and there was no hint of that in dinner. Midnight pounded down two of 'em, while I settled for one and some cheesy potatoes.

Now... Well, I don't care much for wine. But letting it go to waste would be a shame. The little over quarter bottle that was left is slowly disappearing – due to both Midnight and me.

I'm not smashed by any stretch of the mind, but my tolerance has gone down, being out of practice... Midnight has virtually no tolerance, of course - but she's not blitzed, either.

Instead, it's some good relaxing vibes on the couch while Midnight piddles with her laptop, looking up various parts for the Chrysler for amusement.

Meanwhile, my mind starts to mull the journey that lies ahead of us with the car…

Letting things sit for so long causes issues – there's no buts about it. My thoughts begin with all of those suspension bushings. After all, they're pushing seventy years in age; if they don't look completely rotted out at a glance, they are still probably as hard as a rock and virtually useless.

The next concern on my list is all the fluid lines - be it fuel, transmission, or brake. In their case, sitting for so long oftentimes becomes a recipe for any moisture inside to eat away at the tubing. Perhaps they're good - but that's going to take some time and a closer look.

"You know, the taste sort of grows on you," Midnight comments, forcing me back to the current situation. I turn my head to see Midnight taking another sip of wine from her glass.

"Yeah, like a tumor,” I joke.

Midnight snorts with a burst of infectious laughter that I succumb to fairly quickly.

"Anyway, what are you trying to wrestle me into buying now?" I ask after the short giggle fit.

"Nothing. Considering your credit card information is still on this site in the checkout, I can buy it on my own."

"I'm going to be broke, aren't I?"

"That kind of screws me over, too. Count your blessings," she answers, sticking her tongue out at me.

Peering over at the screen, I see her current focus is on exhaust systems. While not against the idea of a good sound, I'm not thrilled by her specific focus.

"Glass packs sound nice for a while, but they get blown out after a time,” I speak up. “I'd suggest looking at proper baffled mufflers, Middie."

"Alright. But what about headers?"

"Not necessary, but they look and sound nice. I'm assuming they don't make shorty headers?"

Midnight goes through a few filters and pages with a flurry of clicks before turning back to me. "Just full length. That an issue?"

I lazily shrug my shoulders. "They can be a bit of a pain in the ass to install or work around. We can make do if that's what you want."

"Well, I'm not buying it today anyway," she reassures me. "Maybe something will come up later."

"I'm going to doubt that, just because that is such an old motor with fewer and fewer available," I reply, reaching over and stroking her hair.

She lets out a sigh of contentment when I venture to scratch an ear. "Alright - what about shifters?" she continues

I stop my petting. "Midnight, you're drunk."

"I am not drunk," she protests with a huff. "I have a little bit of a buzz, but I know what I said."

"So you forgot that it's a pushbutton trans?"

I can't help but crack a grin when she hesitates for just a moment. "I forgot because I forgot, not because of booze, stupid,” she refutes.

"I feel like blaming alcohol would have been a better way to save face."

"What do you know? You're properly drunk," she offers back in rebuttal.

I can't help but laugh even before I can get the response out. "I'm sober enough to know there's no shifter in the car!"

"I - goddammit, I didn't think that through..."

Once again, I erupt in laughter, resuming my petting of the abruptly broody mare.

"We could make it a floor shifter though, right?" she suggests.

"Maybe - but why would you want to do that?"

"Reaching over and fingerfucking a few buttons just sounds lame."

"First off, you don't have fingers - so that phrase is exclusively mine."

"I do what I want,” Midnight barks, sticking her nose up.

"I know you will. Second - the pushbutton is actually a pretty neat little feature, and it was actually pretty popular with drag racers. To a point, some racers engineered the pushbutton mechanism into their later race cars when Chrysler discontinued that feature. So it stays."

"Okay, fine. I guess it might have been a little odd with the bench seat, anyway," she concedes, relaxing her haughty posture.

I scooch closer to Midnight, sinking down into the couch cushions. "The bench seat stays too, before you get any ideas. You know why?"

"Because it's comfortable?"

"Yeah. And it's easier to snuggle up with your passenger," I tease, leaning over and pecking her on the cheek.

"Man, that was fucking lame," she replies flatly. However, her ears flatten against her head as she averts eye contact.

"It's true, though."

"You're drunk."

"You're all flustered by it."

"Because you're a faggot."

"I know what you are, but what am I?"

"How old are you? Wait, don't answer that."

I exaggerate a sigh of relief. "Glad to hear that. I don't know anything beyond the number two."

"I really wish you'd shut up sometimes," she mutters, shaking her head.

"Aww come on, I have a beautiful voice. You would miss it."

"It never stops – how could I miss it?"

"Well, let me know if you figure out a way to silence me."

Midnight turns to me, looking over my face. "I mean, there are ways to do it – just most are permanent."

"So you would miss me," I coo, plastering on a smug grin just for her. "Don't worry, I'll keep talking just so you can—"

I'm quickly cut off by Midnight as she dares forward and presses her lips to mine. It isn't necessarily a shock – until I feel her tongue make its way through for an exploration.

Holy Jesus.

As my mind wraps around what's happening, I meet her ministrations – but only for a moment before she pulls away.

"That's one way to shut you up," she quietly gasps.

"Uh... huh?" I blabber, in a sudden haze. I already kind of was, but this is a different one as my shorts suddenly feel a bit more snug.

This is... That was aggressive

"That was a neat trick," I finally offer as a proper answer. In the back of my mind, I begin to worry. I'm thinking back to when Midnight got sloshed that one night. Is that what's happening now?

But I feel like she's been just a bit more... bold lately, outside of this moment. Even in this buzzed state of mind, while Midnight's eyes stare at me with hunger...

But I don't know if this is right.

"Midnight, you're drunk. Maybe we should call it a night." I stumble to my feet, feeling guilty over my teasing as I walk to the bedroom.

"Hey!"

Midnight's voice forces me to stop, and as I turn around, she drops to the floor. "I'm not drunk - I didn't have anywhere near as much as you, stupid," she reminds me, sounding frustrated.

"I get that, but that was... what was that?"

"Knowing what I want," she says quietly, almost predatory as she slowly saunters toward me.

"And what is that?"

"You really gonna be this coy now?"

Carefully walking backward into my room, Midnight continues to stalk me. "Are you sure?" I question.

Midnight's expression grows devious. "Drop your shorts, and you'll find out."

The exchange has already left a damp spot at the peak of the tent I'm currently pitching, and with her taunt, I'm more than willing to oblige her request.

"Good boy," she coos. Without warning, she bolts toward me and shoves me backward.

I fall back onto the mattress, while Midnight leaps up onto the bed. The scent of arousal begins to permeate the air almost as soon as she straddles my form, with her hooves on either side of my body.

"And the boxers..." she adds.

With any further apprehensive thoughts drowned out by hormones and instincts, I quickly do away with said garment, my raging erection springing free.

"I'm no stallion, by the way," I say sheepishly as she eyes my dick with curiosity.

Her eyes dart up to me as she closes in on my face. "Good thing I don't know any better."

Once again, Midnight presses her lips to mine – and her tongue is soon wrestling for space in my mouth again. I reach up and stroke her cheeks while our tongues twirling and twist around each other in an erotic dance.

She breaks the kiss abruptly with a growl as she lowers her hindquarters down. While I've had no view of her backside this whole time, I can practically feel the heat emanating from her slit on my crotch.

"That was enough of an appetizer for me," she says, kissing my dick with her nethers. I can feel that her thick lips are already drooling as she starts to grind on my stiff member - coating it in natural lube for the main event.

Her current priority gives me a chance to move my hands down to that pleasingly plush posterior to give it a squeeze. The lavender- splotched fur yields willingly enough to my motions - but I feel the muscles and the power that lays underneath that spankable padding.

She could literally wreck my crotch. And with the determination driven by raw lust she appears to have - she might.

I venture further still - my finger brushing past the plush donut between her cheeks. It elicits a gasp from her - as well as a wink from her clit against my rod as she continues to coat me in natural lube from her slit.

"You've been wanting to do that for a while, haven't you?" she pants.

"Which part?"

Without any answer or warning, Midnight raises up just enough to line up the head of my member with her folds. Despite her aggressive demeanor thus far, she takes her sweet time easing me into her depths, just to make me suffer. Even so, she can't help but moan at the sensation while her velvety walls massage my cock in a sweltering heat, inch by inch.

But there comes a point where I feel a bit of resistance. I'm momentarily confused and about to say something until it gives way with a sudden pop. Midnight's face coincides with that feeling as she winces in pain.

"Midnight, was that-"

She looks down at me, as she fights through discomfort. "You really are slow on the uptake when I say I wouldn't know, huh?" she groans.

"Shut up. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just give me a moment."

It's a few moments before Midnight starts to move again – and she makes up for the pause, slamming down atop me and hilting herself upon my rod.

"Yesss~" she sighs, her eyes closed. She rises back up slowly while I involuntarily buck my hips at the sensation of her passage gliding around my dick.

"Goddamn, you gonna tease me all nig— Fuck!"

She slams her rump back down upon me, with another drawn-out, pleased moan.

The feeling of Middie's vaginal walls massaging and gripping me is already driving me wild as she continues at a slow methodical pace.

As she rises on one occasion, I spot a pair of teats down below that are deprived of attention. Without a word, I shift my hands from her hips downward and give the ample mounds some love.

"Ahn - fucker!" Midnight loses her focus and falls back down upon my loins with the sudden unexpected pleasure spike I just gave her.

"I – can't let you have all the fun, can I?"

"You could have warned me."

"Nonsense – those looked lonely," I tease, tweaking one of the nipples to get a short lustful cry from her. At this point, Midnight is done with any sort of pace as her motions become quicker and more frenzied as she rides me.

It's been a while since I've experienced this intimacy – and the throbbing pink bulb of her clitoris occasionally grinding against my length is making it tougher to hang on... I'm already feeling a strong tightness in my loins as I do my damnedest to fuck her by bucking my own hips even as she continues her movements.

"Remember – remember when I said not to make things – *ngh* – weird?" she pants.

"If this is weird, I'm good with it."

"Maybe I – should have done this – sooner."

"So you have been fucking teasing me!"

Even in her current state as her composure is starting to fade, Midnight is lucid enough to smirk and lean down to my ear. "Be a good boy and finish for me."

I move my hands back to her hips and pull her down with force, garnering a lewd squelch of fluids and a loud play as her hips meet mine for one final time.

As Midnight's eyes glaze over and her wings abruptly splay out, the rapid spasm of her vaginal walls and furiously winking clit forces her to howl in pleasure as she reaches her peak. But she quickly leans back down, her mouth agape at the overwhelming pleasure – and bites my shoulder.

The endorphin rush of the pain from her pointed teeth and the pleasure of her pussy clenching down on me – all mixed in with her prior taunt sends me over the edge in a haze that overwhelms my vision. My balls tense up hard enough to make my toes curl as I paint her insides with seed.

A fresh batch of fluids erupts from her, making a mess of me and very likely, the bed.

Not that I care. This mare atop me right now, coming to grips with the virgin sensations she's experiencing is all that matters.

As both of us slowly come down from our highs, Midnight relaxes and lets go of my shoulder. The points of her teeth are stained with a bit of crimson as she briefly raises her head and stares at me in a daze.

I can still feel my shoulder – well, aside from the throbbing pain, I know I'm not missing a chunk out of it. It's intact despite her clamping down upon it.

With a weary but content grin creeping onto her face, Midnight collapses onto my chest, still panting just a bit. "Mine," she whispers, poking my chest with a hoof.

I put an arm around her as I begin to get my own breathing and heart rate under control. "No, mine." I give her a squeeze.

At some point, her wings sag down to curl around me. I find myself draped in a soft blanket of feathers.

If it were any other time, I would comment that she should probably be careful – feathers can't be easy to clean.

But this moment now... no.

Words aren't needed as we both bask in the afterglow. In each other's embrace.