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Ann: So, it can drive itself, huh?

Tim: Yep.

Ann: And take you wherever you wanna go?

Tim: Uh-huh. As long it has a GPS signal and can recognize all of the signs and signals on the road, it’ll take you as far as the batteries will last.

Ann hadn’t been all that fascinated by the self-driving mode the Tweebs had installed in Kim’s old Sloth, nor was she all that interested in the technology behind this newest iteration of the car. Sure, this one was all electric…as opposed to the fuel-guzzling ozone-killing dual quad transverse rotary in the old one…and could take them twice as far as any product produced by a certain billionaire businessman.  And it was it was also fully autonomous to boot. The story Kim had told her, bouncing along in the old Sloth, grinding on Jim’s gear shift as they whizzed down the highway… That is what had attracted her attention.

Sure, she’d fantasized about doing much the same. Still, between the Tweebs' erratic filming schedule and Ann always being busy at Middleton Hospital, she never could find the time to make the daydream a reality. Come to think of it, she never had taken her little brood out for dinner either.

Much the same as before, though many moons later, Ann can see that this long winter is grating down on the trio. Snowstorm after snowstorm, one can only film so much original content when you’re stuck indoors for weeks on end. And once again, the bickering and infighting starts…Kim and the Tweebs are constantly at each other's throats over the most insignificant things. Finally, however, the opportunity presents itself…a little break in the weather and Ann decides to treat the four of them to a night out.

Dinner went smoothly, the wine selection at Che’ Middleton is always excellent and the service top-notch, but the restaurant was absolutely packed…the city’s cooped-up residents seemingly had the same idea. Likewise, the movie theater had a line out the door…the quartet decided to take in a movie at home instead of joining the fifty-some-odd people waiting in line at the ticket booth.

With the Tweebs in the front seat and the women in the back, Ann continues to quiz the young man about the car's newest features. Kim, however, can see that the elder Possible has zero interest in all of the new bells and whistles. The men’s attention is fixed on electronic doodads, the women share a knowing glance, Ann unbuttoning her blouse as Kim kicks her heels off.

One thing is for certain, this newest Sloth is much more roomy than the old one…a practical sedan rather than a cramped, little sports car…Ann losing her blouse and skirt without having to contort like some sideshow escape artist. Down to a white lace bra and panty combo…Kim, naked beneath the strapless little black dress she’s just wriggled past her hips…Ann leans around the driver’s seat headrest to whisper in Tim’s ear.

Ann: So, if I do this…

Tim blinks out of his technology-induced trance as a hand slips around his waist, a nimble set of fingers popping the button of his trousers and unzipping his fly. Ann feels his shaft instantly stiffen, wrangling it from the confines of a pair of boxer shorts.

Ann: …and she does that.

Jim too gets a surprise, Kim reaches down to flip his seat mechanism, the passenger seat falling to a completely reclined position…the old Sloth couldn’t do that either. Before the wide-eyed young man can react, a thigh-high stocking-clad Kim climbs atop him, sixty-nine style, and unbuckles his belt. All the while, her bare ass sticking up the air for all to see, she grins at the equally surprised-looking Tweeb in the opposite seat.

Ann: …the car’ll just keep on driving itself?

Ann too discovers her inner gymnast, awkwardly stooped over as she navigates the center console, eventually rounding the seat and throwing a leg over Tim’s lap. Her knees settling to either side of his hips, Ann pulls aside her panties as she deftly guides the still awestruck young man’s mass toward her awaiting slit.

Ann digs her fingers into the seat's back soft leather, letting out a wavering sigh as she plunges down the entirety of Tim’s length, her public bone thumping to a stop against his base. Speaking in a distinct (albeit sex-stuttering) manner...the way one might speak to a speech-to-text function on one's phone...Jim relays his commands to the car.

Tim: Kim-Sloth, t-take the long way h-h-home.

The car’s AI software acknowledges the command with a series of tones, prompting Kim to pause from diving her mouth onto Jim's massive shaft, a tendril of pre-come drooping from her chin.

Kim: Suh… Seriously? You n-n-named it “Kim-Sloth”.

Kim feels and hears a muffled chuckle from between her legs, her freshly-shaven mound firmly planted against Jim’s face as he happily tongues away at her come-drenched slot. His chuckle is instantly replaced with a full-body shutter upon Kim clenching her fingers around the base of his shaft, himself unable to see the perturbed look on her face. Yeah, he’s gonna pay for that one.

An hour later, the car having zig-zagged through Middleton's snow-covered streets, the Sloth comes to a stop at a crosswalk not a block from home.  Tim, the only one even remotely looking at the world outside, grows wide-eyed...a deep shade of crimson crossing his face. A stooped-over little old lady, walker in hand, crosses in front of them. Glancing in the car's direction, all she can see from her vantage point is two naked women...one with her back turned towards her as she bobs up and down, and another with her undulating ass pointed skyward. Face scrunched in a frown, she shakes her head...the Sloth pulling away as soon as she'd crossed the street.

The other three, none the wiser that they are nearing home, continue...  Kim gulking away as she throats Jim's enormity, he having come down her throat for at least the third time...Jim's face utterly plastered with the younger redhead's leavings after having been come'd upon a like number of times. Ann, resigning herself to grinding on Tim's manhood, now buried hilt-deep in her ass...her breath hisses through gritted teeth, clenching around his girth as yet another climax courses through her.

It isn't until the Sloth's AI voice chimes in, announcing that they have arrived home, that any of them notice that they have come to a stop...the garage door clanking to a close behind them. Ann blinks back to some semblance of reality, looking around at the interior of the garage...and then to her goo-covered car-mates.

Ann: How 'bout we skip the movie and let it take us around the block a few more times?

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2