Chapter 11: Carrie 3: Akio-car or we need a bishop over here!

"What?" DragonGirl repeated.

"She’s the car, possessed by the car!" her cat insisted. DragonGirl turned to SilverWolf.

"Is this true?" she asked. SilverWolf shrugged.

"Yeah, kinda." She said. Er, he said, it said. DragonGirl thought for a moment.

"Our bonneville was your cousin?" She asked.

"Figuratively," SilverWolf/Akio-car said. Jasper looked mildly embarrassed.

"I was a child!" he said. DragonGirl smiled.

"News travels fast." She remarked. Nikkia looked at SilverWolf/Akio-car in the rear view mirror.

"So, what, am I driving Shelly now?" she said. SilverWolf/Akio-car shook her/its head.

"No, just a normal car. Don’t you feel something different? I can’t employ my hornifying power while in this…body." She/it said. DragonGirl nodded.

"That explains a lot." She said cryptically. Winter looked at SilverWolf/Akio-car confusedly.

"So, I just made out with a hunk of metal and upholstery?" she said. SilverWolf/Akio-car looked offended.

"No, you made out with your girlfriend who happened to be possessed by the spirit of a horny car. Is there something wrong with that?" she asked. Winter shook her head. DragonGirl rolled her eyes. SilverWolf was even defensive possessed.

"So, anyway, why have you possessed my friend? She was horny enough without you." DragonGirl said. SilverWolf/Akio-car looked mildly angered.

"Well, my evil hornifying power gets me enough action to watch, but I felt to get the full effect, I had to experience it a little for myself." She/it shrugged, "I hate it when things backfire." DragonGirl nodded, then jumped, confused. Nikkia rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, can you get back in your damn chassis? I’m sick of this horrible response." The Akio car/Shelly looked nonplused.

"I have bad responses?" It/she asked, sounding hurt. Nikkia shook her head.

"No, no! It just, um, doesn’t work without you. Please come back." She smiled convincingly.

"I can tell when your lying, you know." She/it said, "And, I know when you get some." Nikkia blanched, "Or rather, don’t get some." She/it said. DragonGirl looked at Nikkia, feeling betrayed.

"You didn’t get any??? Not even with Miki?" she said. Nikkia looked down. DragonGirl laughed. Nikkia gave her a Nanami look.

"So! At least I almost got some!" she said. DragonGirl looked at SilverWolf/Akio-car, who shook her/its head. Of course, its standards are probably quite different from ours. She burst into more hysterical laughter. Nikkia looked pissy.

"Well, that’s just fine!" she said. She turned and mumbled something. The Akio-car/SilverWolf sat straight up.

"What was that?" It/she asked. Nikkia looked back with a deer in the headlights look. The Akio-car/SilverWolf made an out with it motion.

"I said, um, I liked Bev the big blue bomb better." The Akio-car/Shelly’s eyes grew wide and crazy.

"You like some other car better!" It/she said. Nikkia looked down. "Better than me! Not possible!" The Akio car/Shelly ranted. Her hair, which had previously by some, ahem, odd occurrence, come out of its ponytail, flared around her head and she screamed, her eyes glowing bright red. She floated out of the car, flinging power left and right. Jasper cowered under the chair, DragonGirl, Winter, and Nikkia ducked. The Akio-car/SilverWolf composed it/her self, and sat back down. The rest sat up. Nikkia looked over at The Akio-car/Shelly.

"You spilled my random iced drink!" she shouted. And indeed, her randomly iced random iced drink had fallen over her pants, making it look….less than attractive. DragonGirl laughed.

"You look like you wet yourself!" She shouted, "but don’t be upset: peein’ your pants is the coolest!" Nikkia was burning with anger.

"Do you have anything that would help here?" she asked DragonGirl who summarily brought out her randomly random, deceptively small, fuku including, feather boa holding, leather jacket producing, mallet encasing, and otherwise randomly random random backpack, and pulled from it, a holy water holder thingy.

"That won’t help you, here! I’m a car, not a demon!" It said. DragonGirl shrugged.

"I’ll try it anyway." She shook it at the Akio-Car/SilverWolf, who stood strong. Then the drops hit it/her. It/she screamed.

"That’s not holy water!" It shouted. DragonGirl felt the holy water dispenser thingy.

"Hey, no, it’s holy motor oil." The Akio-car/SilverWolf was dismayed.

"Oh, fudge. I guess I deserved it." It said as it left SilverWolf’s body and went back into the car. The car flared into life.

"Will you cooperate?" Nikkia asked. The car revved a faint note of acquiescence, "Good." Nikkia said.

"Let’s go!" DragonGirl shouted. SilverWolf sat up in the back.

"Ow." She said, "My head hurts. What happened?" she asked. Nikkia smiled, patting the randomly random random camcorder, which she had luckily kept running through the escapade.

"Don’t worry, you’ll find out." She said evilly, she gazed down at her pants in dismay. She then looked over at DragonGirl who was rooting through her randomly random, deceptively small, randomly appearing, often disappearing, randomly random backpack.

"Um, do you have a towel in that randomly random, etc. etc. random backpack?" she asked.

TO BE CONTINUED