[TM Afterburner]

Well, whisper this quietly, but I've got a bit of a "thing" about mud, so… ;D

Your secret's safe with me  ;D

On a separate note; suggestions for how I could clean this up?  Too much description?  Too little?  Too hard to follow?  Poor writing?  Does it even belong here, or in the fanfic section?  (I wasn't quite sure since the story is based on my own character rather than someone else.)  Am I worrying too much?

[TM Afterburner]

Thank you!  *beams*

I realized that the mud aspect might be too much, but the idea was that BP could let herself go for once and be totally carefree, not having to worry about what people would say, or worry about hurting anyone.  She could relax.  ^-^

[TM Afterburner]

This is the story of my character, Boilerplate, doing a photoshoot for an off-road event.  Criticism is welcome.  I know it's not perfect, I know it needs work.  ^-^;

As I thought about it more, I thought of her squishing around barefoot in the mud. Playing. Being there to show off how big the trucks are compared to even her impressive frame, and at the same time, showing off how they're only playthings to her. I imagined her draped over the hood, like a stereotypical showroom model, but instead of bright and shiny, the truck's absolutely filthy. Mud still drips from the underside, and it squishes between her rear and the hood as she sits down…

Her weight bent the bonnet a little bit, and semi-liquid mud pooled around her as she did a series of poses. The truck protested slightly, rocking as she moved, but nothing it couldn't handle. For the final picture, she draped herself, cat-like across the bonnet, her chin rested in her muddy hands and her toes leaving dirty streaks down the windscreen.

She looked over at Rowdy, who'd arranged this little outing, and saw Rowdy gave a small nod. Smiling, BP raised one leg up, and then smashed it through the windscreen like a sledgehammer, giving a mock-innocent "oopsie" as she did.

She withdrew her foot from the shattered safety glass and stood up, her weight causing the dents in the bonnet become much deeper.  She turned around and stepped up to the cabin, reaching down and pulling the ruined glass from the window frame.  Grinning, she tossed it aside and raised her foot above the roof, stomping down with a steel-bending crunch. Her toes squished in the pooled mud, and even left impressions of their own in the metal as she curled them and uncurled them.

Moving to the back of the cab, she stepped down into the bed, crushing the steel rollbar under her heel and straining the lifted suspension with the impact. Hopping off the tailgate, she submerged to mid-calf in the goopy mud, squishing around with her toes and giggling as wet globs of it splashed up her legs and stomach.

She turned and reached up, grasping the large spare tire bolted to the tailgate. (It's quite large, over a meter in diameter, and with very aggressive, knobby tread) Smiling, she spread her fingers wide and placed them next to the five bolts in the wheel hub.  She paused a moment, savoring, then slowly rotated her wrist, shearing the bolts and dropping the tire into the mud with a splash. Laughing through the drops of grime on her face, she grabbed the tailgate with one hand and began to pull, smiling as the metal groaned, strained, and finally gave way, latches and hinges snapping with a series of metallic *Ping!* sounds.

Holding the steel gate in her hands, she began to bend it slowly, taking the time to feel the resistance it offered and to enjoy the ways she could overcome it. Her shoulders and arms flexed and tensed, though her breathing remained even and unforced.  In moments, the steel gate was a folded pile of chrome-trimmed scrap.

Tossing the ruined tailgate to the same place she tossed the windscreen, she turned her attention to the large tire half-buried in the ooze. She traced her fingers over the treads, then glanced at Rowdy and gave her a wink. Taking the tire, she rotated it, totally covering it in the thick mud and breathing deeply as the continued stirring motion brought up the scents of ancient, primal earth.

Opening her eyes and looking down at the coated treads, she blushed, and then smiled softly. She rolled the wheel into a better position, and slowly, carefully straddled it, wiggling slightly against the bumpy treads, and sighing happily as she felt the warm damp earth squish underneath her. She eyed Rowdy again, with a more confident smile and mouthed "I love you" to her, before slowly bringing her legs together. The metal wheel groaned and whined, but its destruction was inescapable. The tire burst with a rush of air that splashed more mud about, and the wheel succumbed to the pressure, folding in on itself until it was reduced to a useless lump of metal.

Grinning, she released the pressure, and tossed the remains onto the growing pile of wreckage.

After a moment, she turned away from the rear of the stricken vehicle and began slogging her way around to the passenger side. Each step stirred the morass, until the air was filled with the scent. She reached up as she rounded the rear of the vehicle, and caressed the truck's flank. With every step, she increased the pressure; her fingers began to dent and pucker the metal, her fingernails starting to gouge the expensive paintjob, until finally, her fingers sank in with a series of small pops. She continued walking, the bodywork crumpling and ripping under her hand, a trail of metal ruin and earthy scent in her wake.

She stopped at the passenger side door and regarded it for a moment, before driving an elbow into it hard.  Metal crumpled and shrieked, and her smile widened at the sight of the resulting dent.  She followed up with a quick punch which folded the door in on itself and reduced the window to a sparkling diamond spray.

She ripped the door free and gripped it tightly in her hands.  Rather than crumpling it up further, she began to spread her arms, gradually popping the worst of the dent out.  She smiled mischievously and kept pulling, the muscles on her back standing out under a sheen of sweat and dirt.  Slowly the door deformed, groaning and creaking, until it could take no more and was torn in half with a tortured shriek.

After discarding the ruined halves, she stepped up through the twisted doorway and into the cabin, dripping mud over the custom interior and smearing it about as she sat down.  Some squirming and adjusting was needed, but after a minute she was seated comfortably, and regarding the assortment of electronic toys in the dashboard with malicious glee.  She rummaged around, destroying most of the dashboard frame, but rewarded with the stereo, nav system, and a large number of other expensive-looking electronics coming free in her hands.

Most of the devices were slowly and methodically crushed with easy squeezes of her hands; reduced to a powdered mass of broken plastic and wires.  She placed the CD player in her cleavage and squeeeezed, smirking as the top-of-the-line device was crushed into a much more shapely form.

She stretched happily, her feet tearing the remains of console apart as she kicked them up, and her arms punched through the roof, tearing large, jagged gashes in the metal.  Flexing her arms, she widened the holes in the roof with a screech, then spread them wide and pulled the roof down around her.  The window frame of the driver's door bent down, glass exploding, and the jagged scraps of the roof tore the interior upholstery to shreds.  Standing up in the cab, she stepped out through the driver's side, stomping the remains of door down into junk with disdainful ease.  She then jumped back into the mud, sinking to mid-calf before lowering herself to her knees and pushing her hands and forearms in, letting her breasts come into the briefest bit of contact with the mud.  Pulling her hands free of the earth's embrace, she took two large mounds of thick, gloppy mud in her hands.  Closing her eyes and swaying slightly, she pressed them into her chest, sliding her hands down her breasts and over her sides, smearing great dirty handfuls over her stomach and her arms.

Laying back, she dipped her hair into the churned-up mess, her ponytail disappearing into the thick slop.  She pulled it free, letting it drip down her back, before pulling the binding away and letting her hair down, shaking it out and laying back to give it another mud shampoo.

Lifting two more handfuls to her nose, she breathed deep, filling her nose with the scent before rubbing it over her legs.  With a brief moment of hesitation, she grabbed a final handful and pulled the bottom of her bathing suit open.  With an aroused moan, she poured it in, writhing as the warm soil lapped at her, exploring her as she explored it, wiggling in pleasure as she felt it squish around.  With a hungry, feline growl, she flopped backwards, letting it coat her back and stroke at her hair before rolling over and wallowing, letting it cover her, heedless of the first few drops of rain that begin to fall.  Under the gentle rain, the mud became more slippery, and her motions churned the bog into a deep pool of semi-liquid slop.

Eventually she stood up, only to fall to her knees again with a splash, moaning in pleasure as the mud flowed up and over her thighs and hips.  She raised her face to the sky, letting the rain wash away the worst of the dirt on her face, feeling it fall over her arms and shoulders, emphasizing the swells and valleys of her muscles with rivulets and trickles of silt.

Looking over the truck again, she noticed a large pool of thick mud that had pooled in the deep dent she left on the bonnet.  She stood up, the mud sucking at her jealously, unwilling to give her up easily, but finally submitting to her strength and reluctantly releasing her.

She leaped up onto the bonnet, spread her legs wide and straddled the vehicle.  Her cabled muscles relaxed, and she lowered herself into the thick, warm ooze with slow anticipation.  As she felt her rear sink into the mud, she growled again.  It was a primal sound, filled with need and desire, with power and drive.  She bucked for a moment, splashing about, before bringing her legs together slightly.  The truck's frame groaned in protest, but the distressed metal only encouraged her.  The bonnet and chassis groaned underneath her as her legs reduced the proud machine to junk.  Her breathing shallow and fast, she increased the pressure, the metal crumpling beneath her, the mud sliding around her, the rain falling above her.  Flesh, earth, water, and metal, melded together in a dance of incredible pleasure and unstoppable power.

The truck's front end had been compressed to under half its original size, and she showed no sign of sparing the doomed vehicle.  Leaning forwards to grip the remains of the cabin and windscreen frame, she took the truck's midsection in her arms and hugged it tight, savoring the sounds of tormented metal and the warm mud flowing around her.  She tightened her legs further, only to meet resistance as the ravaged frame made contact with the engine.  Grinning a savage smile, she gave a sharp squeeze…

… and nearly passed out from over-stimulation as the still-warm engine block ruptured, splashing warmed oil over her body.

This proved to be too much for her, and she cried out in pure pleasure as she was overwhelmed by the sensations around her.  Crushing the bodywork and motor between her legs, she began pounding on the abused machine, thrusting against it in an effort to use every bit of the once-intimidating vehicle to pleasure herself.  Iron and steel bent to her will, plastic twisted and snapped, glass shattered and tinkled to the ground.  She reveled in the din of destruction, adding her own voice to the cacophony in the form of a great savage cry of joy.  Grinding and thrusting, smashing and moaning, splashing and crying, she used her full strength, ripping the vehicle apart with her bare hands, transforming it from conquering monster to broken scrap.

As the wreckage settled, she slowly released her legs from the frame and letting it fall to the ground with a filthy splash.  Mewling to herself, she basked in the afterglow, taking in the damage she's done with lusty satisfaction.  Laying in the mud, letting the dirt and rain battle it out on her body, she sighed happily.  The smells of earth and sky, forest and flesh… they mingled around her, filling her with a quiet, simple joy and the warm realization that she no longer felt guilty about enjoying her strength.

She lay there for an indeterminate amount of time before standing up again.  Smiling to herself, she walked around to the front of the mangled frame and stopped at the bumper.  Reaching down, she ripped the license tag from the twisted chrome and smiled wider, then turned it around so Rowdy could see what the customized tag read:

"BAD GRRL"

Grinning wide, she handed it over to Rowdy before giving the other woman a brief kiss, whispering soft words of affection and thanks into her beloved's ear.

Turning her face towards the source of the warm rain, and taking Rowdy in her arms, she leaped skyward, towards a sun-warmed shower in the clouds.

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