(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
VRRRRR!
The grinding sounds of a race car pulled up into a decent size, abandoned warehouse. The place was mostly occupied by broken down vehicles, but there was one section that seemed to be a mini living area with a sofa, a mini fridge, and a TV that looked like it came from the nineties. Overall, a very shoddy place.
The car that pulled up looked broken down, like it was from Mad Max. It did, however, have a surprisingly nice red paint job with blue flames painted on the side.
A woman exited the vehicle. They appeared to be Japanese. They wore a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt, black leather pants and biker goggles. Their short black hair was pretty disheveled and messed up, like they haven't taken a shower in a month.
“What a rush!” She yelled out with pure joy as she casually walked towards the front of her car. “I squashed two losers today.” She came to the front of her car, she examined her handiwork.
Spread out on the hood was a random latino woman poster with long black hair and a blue dress. Its face was one of pure terror with the poster being in a pose that looked like it was trying to run away with one one leg straight down and the other raised up with its hands also being raised up.
Bending over the hood, the crazed driver grabbed the tip of the poster and…
RIP!
Pulled it off the hood. “One loser off my beautiful car…” She dropped the poster onto the floor before turning to the windshield. “...one to go.”
Plastered on the passenger side of the windshield was a cute little disk about the size of a frisbee. It appeared to have the texture of a jean covered booty with boot soles in the middle.
“Oh my favorite people to squish.” She sadistically said as grab the tip of the disk and…
RIIIIIIIIP!
Peeling it off the windshield, she turned it around to get a good look at the head side. Looking straight at her was this stupid, grinning, cross eyed face of a blonde police officer. Ever since a cop give her a ticket for speeding, she's enjoyed squashing every one of them she's seen on the road.
“Man, I love squishing pigs.” The lunatic said before turning around and walking towards a strange billboard. The billboard had a sign on the top of it, saying, ‘Pigs Down!’ On the billboard itself, there were about twenty something other squash female cops pinned on it. The mad woman slowly plastered the disk onto the board before stepping back to admire her work.
“Two months and I already have so many trophies.” She thought to herself before turning towards a bin with a bunch of other flag posters. “That's not even counting the non-police officers I've squished.” She then scratched her head. “I gotta find a use for them.”
ZING!
A bright flash of light glowed behind her. “What was that?” She yelled in a panic as she turned around.
Crouching down where the poster once was was a person. She looks like a mid twenty year old woman. She was pretty short, about 5.2 feet. Despite her age, her outfit was pretty childish. She wore a long, pink sleeved hoodie with a cute, little, chibi cat face on the chest area. Her sleeves were so long they completely covered her hands. However, it was slightly unzipped at the top, revealing her massive cleavage being held up by a white bra. Her blue shorts rode up her thick ass, something fierce. Despite wearing shorts, she had incredibly long white socks that nearly went up to her knees that were complemented by pink flip flops. The woman had short pink twin-tail hair that only went down to her chin. Her face was soft as she gave the driver an innocent smile with blank staring eyes.
One detail that struck the mad motorist was that her poster was gone and the strange figure was holding a coin.
“The hell?!” the driver asked in confusion. “... What the hell are you doing in my lai-”
ZING!
All the driver saw was a blur briefly moving in front of her eyes before a flash lit up behind her. “The Fuck?!” She screamed as she turned around and noticed that all the flat pigs on her billboard were gone.
“What a super duper collection Ayumi!” The strange figure, now beside her, yelled out now. She was now holding a bunch of coins. “You're super, dupe, special at your job.”
Ayumi quickly turned around towards the strange woman. “Who the hell are you? What did you do to my pigs?!”
Keeping her big happy smile, the strange figure grabbed two of the coins and flipped them towards her. “It truly must feel good…” The mysterious figure said as shove the rest of the coins into her jacket pocket. “... The ability to dominate absolutely adorable weaklings.” Her smile got bigger as she hugged herself. “I mean, they're so cute when they struggle in vain.”
Ayumi looked at the coins, which were the same size as casino tokens, in her hand. She noticed something. The head side had the faces of the two women she made roadkill today. The surface was mainly taken up by their crossed eyes and big puckered lips. Flipping them over, she saw the tailside was taken up by their booties.
“What?” Ayumi mumbled to herself as she continued to look at the coins. “... How did you even-”
ZING!
A flash of light shined behind her again. Turning around she saw the strange figure, standing next to a now empty bin, a bunch of more coins in her hand.
“But you know what I hate…” The creepy figure said as she shoved the coins into her pocket. “... When someone thinks they have the right to get something up on you.” Her face immediately turned into a blank expression with a thousand yards stare. “... Those people need to be punished.”
Ayumi just stared at her, sweat coming down her face. “What the hell do you want?!”
The mysterious figure's smile returned. “I want you to help me with something.” She then pulled out another coin from her pocket.
ZING!
Light flashed again, briefly blinding Ayumi. After a few seconds, her sight returned. The terrifying figure was standing there, holding up a suitcase. This suitcase had an odd texture. It was colored white flesh tone and yellow, and had weird square, blue eyes on the top. It kind of looked like a squished in, rectangular head. The mysterious woman opened the briefcase, revealing a hell of a lot of money.
The odd figure did a cutesy face before asking. “Are you willing to make someone's life a living hell for me before crushing them into paste forever?”
Ayumi's eyes lit up and without even a second thought, she responded with a “FUCK YES!”
ZING!
The psychotic woman transformed the case back into a coin before shoving it into her pocket. “Very good, one last thing before I explain the job…” She then pointed towards the hand Ayumi was holding the coin in. “...this is up front payment.”
Ayumi looked with confusion at the coins. “You mean what I already had but smaller?”
The mysterious figure shook her head. “They're much more than that.” She said like an airhead. “Close your eyes, then your hand and think of the best friends you can have.”
Reluctantly, Ayumi did just that and…
ZING!
With a brief flash of light, the coins were gone. Standing in front of the motorist were two figures wearing the same clothes as her. They were both crosseyed and wore a big, toofy grin. The only difference between them was their height, hair color and their hair style, which was exactly the same as the police officer and the other woman she drove over earlier.
“The hell?” Ayumi asked i confusion.
“What personalities do you want to give them?” The demented figure asked.
Ayumi just stared at the two for a few seconds. She slowly lifted her finger and pointed at the black hair of one. “Cowardly, loser, suck up.”
Suddenly, the facial expression of the woman changed. Going from happiness to a frown. “Oh no, boss…” The woman yelled out. “... I didn't mean to run away from your car, I was always intending to get hit. I just wanted to make it a challenge.” She then started shaking in fear.
Ayumi just looked at the woman in silence for a first few seconds. She then slowly tuned towards the former cop. “Dumb as a sack of rocks, but extremely loyal.”
The former cop kept its expression as drool started leaving her mouth. “ Da… sorry boss for the ticket, won't happen again.”
Ayumi was extremely taken back by the weirdness of the situation.
“Aren't you gonna name the two cutie pies?” The ominous woman asked.
Ayumi pointed towards the black haired chick. “Cowardly-” She then pointed at the former cop. “-and Dummy.”
They both saluted her. “Got it boss.” They said in unison
The ominous figure's smile became slightly more creepy. “Aren't these two just adorable losers?” She said with a jolly but terrifying tone. She then pulled out another coin. “Finish the job and not only do you get the money but you'll get all these cuties to yourself.”
Ayumi slowly turned towards the woman. She was still creeping her out, but damn she made a good deal. “You're just making this better...” She said as her creeped out expression was replaced with a smile. “...but I'm curious about something? What's your name?”
Her face returned to a playful smile. “When I'm doing boring stuff, my name is Milly Rose.” Her smile then became sinister, like she was the devil himself. “But when i'm having some fun like now, my name is the Philantrofist.”
(To be continued)