Originally Posted to Deviantart August 1, 2022.
No matter how many times she did it, her heart would race. She could feel it accelerate in that moment, burning in her veins as if her blood was on fire.
Her hands flicked switches as the sleek, white and purple machine’s engines ignited. It jolted as the machine began to float, suspended about a foot above the merciless pavement. The crowd began to roar, waving flags down at the vehicles below.
She glanced at the screen reading the engine temperature. The line sat well within the green zone. One hand gripped the steering wheel while the other held the air brake.
A gloved hand nudged the throttle, causing the engine to begin howling. A chorus of similar vehicles joined in, forcing the ground to tremble. Fans stood up, holding signs, and waving hands. All of them ready for their gladiators to begin. The pilot of the White Cat grit her teeth.
She released the air brake and shoved the throttle forward. The seat contained her momentum as the ship screamed off of the starting line. Twentynine other ships did the same, much to the delight of the crowd.
Within seconds, each machine shook with the sound barrier shattering at their noses. The White Cat was no exception, its lighter frame shimmering as Jody Summer kept an iron grip on the controls. As the brunette flew over Mute City’s first jump, her eyes locked onto one target.
The red machine was about six places ahead of her. It made it seven places as it flew over a yellow panel. As the energy burst surged within her prey, Jody weaved between other machines to use the same panel. As the Deep Claw’s placing shifted between sixth and seventh place, Jody fought to close the distance.
Still, the White Cat cut corners with inches of clearance, bringing Jody closer and closer to the front of the pack, and her target. As flow among the race’s leaders began to even, they flew under the starting line.
“YOU’VE GOT BOOST POWER!”
A light began blinking in Jody’s peripheral vision, switching from red to green. Then a multi-colored meter appeared next to the light. Jody reached for the throttle and shoved it, before placing both hands back on the controls. The machine thrusted in response, forcing the pilot to lean back while the engine howled. The gap between the White Cat and the Deep claw closed in seconds. She could see the headrest inside her target’s cockpit.
The burning blue jets propelling the Deep Claw grew and turned green, as it launched forward. Jody could see the distance between herself and her target grow. If she fell behind…
“Oh no you don’t,” the brunette hissed under her breath. She shoved the throttle once again, sending another burst of energy through the White Cat. The gap closed again, and she kept her hand near the throttle ready to continue her pressure.
“IT’S THE FINAL LAP!”
The voice over the speaker made Jody grit her teeth. Time was running out. She looked at the multi-colored meter, and it was dipping into the orange zone. Meaning she had exactly one shot.
Both the White Cat and Deep Claw drifted through the next turn, with Jody’s eyes fixated on her target. She hit the boost one more time, bringing her neck and neck with the crimson machine. A red light began flashing inside her vehicle, as the meter declined into the red zone. The Takoraian known quite infamously as Octoman, bared a sweatdrop as it looked back at her.
“Gotcha!” She shouted. She rammed the White Cat into the side of the Deep Claw, sending Octoman spinning out of control. It flew over the guard rail when a brilliant flash happened inside the cockpit. On a hovering platform near the audience, the alien octopus appeared. His tentacles coiled into themselves as he shook them at the White Cat. An explosion happened below the track, as his racing machine reduced to a burning wreck.
Jody winked back at him, before gliding over the yellow panel, giving her one more burst of speed. “Mission accomplished,” she said under her breath. She flew under the finish line, much to the delight of the crowd.
“And the winner of the Mute City round is… Jody Summerrrrrrr!” Shouted a man in a green suit holding a microphone.
After gliding through a victory lap, the spandex-clad brunette made her way to the TV cameras, wearing a smile on her face. She swayed her hips just slightly, aware of what it would do for the ratings of the interview she was about to do. It never hurt to keep fans happy. She ran her hands over the pink garment that hugged her hips outside of her body suit. Mr. Zero had asked her to be a little more modest this time, but she wasn’t entirely sure how well this would work.
After all, it was more or less a thong. A more comfortable choice compared to the more mechanical piece of gear that she had on before, to be sure. She loved the freedom of just leaving that ugly thing behind, but the F-Zero committee wanted more left to the imagination. Her curvy figure was a little too obvious. Between her pink knee-high boots and the matching pressure equipment that contained her chest, a white body suit covered most of her body. Somehow a thong would preserve modesty for a tight suit.
She brushed the hair out of her face and smiled at the interviewer.
He held up the microphone and cleared his throat. “Welcome everyone, to another adrenaline-driven episode of F-Zero TV! The winner of today’s race is none other than the Galactic Space Federation’s Jody Summer!”
Jody waved to the camera, brought a hand to her mouth, and blew a kiss to the viewers.
“Jody, I’d like to ask you a couple of questions about the race!” Mr. Zero said, as he looked at the teleprompter and nodded. “You targeted Octoman quite aggressively, is there some personal beef between you two?”
Jody smiled and crossed her arms. “No, actually. Anyone can enter these races, and that includes galactic criminals like Octoman. I had to make sure he didn’t receive any prize money.”
“I see, you had a mission from the Galactic Space Federation!” Mr. Zero nodded. “Speaking of the prize money, what do you plan on doing with your prize for winning this race?”
Jody smiled and adjusted her stance as if presenting herself. The cameras were getting an eyeful of her tight outfit, and she knew what it would do for her popularity. “I plan on pampering myself at some of the finest spas in the galaxy. A little hard-earned R&R!”
“That sounds wonderful! The next race will be at Casino Palace, and I’ve heard their spa treatments are second to none!” He turned and faced the camera. “Well that’s it, everyone, we’ll see you all at the next Grand Prix! See you next time on F-Zero TV!”
The audience in the studio all let loose their cheers as Jody waved to them again. Then the red light on the camera dimmed, and the announcer lowered his microphone.
“Congratulations on the race again, Jody,” he said, glancing at her outfit, and cleared his throat. “Um, Miss Summer, you do know that we have viewers of all ages watching this sport, right?”
Jody rolled her eyes at the announcer and smirked. “Yeah, it’s so strange knowing that, and then Fire Field has all sorts of land mines and crazy jumps. One bad turn and you could crash into lava. A bit violent, isn’t it?”
“Well… that’s not what I was going to talk about. Your outfit is a little… errr… how to explain…” He scratched his head.
“Conservative?” Jody chuckled. “I thought it was appropriate. Though I wouldn’t mind wearing something that breathes a little easier.” She slipped a finger into the neckline of her suit, giving it an outward tug. Then she winked as she let it snap back into place. “You gotta think about what demographic your show’s appropriate for, Mister Zero.” The pilot turned, and strolled off the platform, letting her hips sway with her stride.
Jody smirked as she continued walking down the metallic hallways, back towards her garage. She looked to her wrist, bringing up a hologram of her schedule. The next race was at none other than Casino palace.
The next day, Jody had found her way there, parking the White Cat at the garage near the track. She checked her wrist again. The race would be in a few hours. Which gave her enough time to explore the casino itself.
The casino had all things one might expect. Bright lights, crowds of people, a busy bar, and of course, no shortage of places for someone to discard their money. Jody passed the bar, glancing at one of the colorful boards up top. The board cycled through names until Jody’s came up.
“One to two… guess I did too well in Mute,” Jody smirked. She stared at the board a little longer, and then put a hand over her mouth to contain a chuckle. “Eighteen to one?” She shook her head and turned from the gambling section. “A little high for someone who couldn’t finish the last race.”
Jody walked by all the flashing slot machines and roulette wheels, each one packed with gamblers. Some turned their heads toward the pilot as she passed. And who could blame them, with how Jody’s jumpsuit clung to her tender curves. She would pause when fans would approach and want to take pictures with her. A few dozen autographs later, Jody managed to dodge further fans on her way to the massage parlor.
A robot managed the front counter. One of its camera lenses rotated to face her. “Greeting…” There was a delayed buzz. “…Human! How may I…” there was a touch of static. “Be of service today.”
“One massage, please,” Jody spoke. “I want to relax before the race today.”
“Understood, one massage. My scanners indicate that the preferred parameters will likely be for a human female. Is that correct?”
“Please select your quality.” The robot presented a touch screen to Jody. It bared a list, ranging from “Savings”, “Standard”, “High”, “Premium”, and “Luxury”.
Jody’s finger hovered over Standard but paused. She bit her lip and tilted her head. “Hmm… I just won a big race, what the heck.” Once she tapped “High”, she smiled. Her heart fluttered as she entered payment information.
“Payment approved. Your dressing room is…” There was another subtle buzz. “A15. Please enjoy your massage.”
Jody smiled and made her way towards the hallway. She could already imagine her skin tingling. Part of her knew splurging further was well within budget, but there was a race to have later. Maybe if she took first place again.
But once she disappeared into the hallways, a figure approached the robot. “Excuse me,” said the man. “About that last transaction….”
A few minutes later, Jody arrived in room A15. The room itself featured a storage bin and a table in the center. Further in the corner, sat a stack of fluffy bath towels. Various lights, angled to the walls and corners, highlighted a calm, greenish blue hue. High above the table was a machine, with hundreds of mechanical arms, tipped with nozzles, pads, and some lights.
Jody stretched and approached the storage bin. Her thumbs snaked between her bodysuit and the pink thong and tugged it to the ground. It was an odd thought that made her giggle. In order to undress, the most intimate-looking piece had to go first. Its purpose soon became clear, as the skin-tight gear really was skin tight, leaving less to the imagination than the thong did.
The pilot then pressed a button on her wrist, responding with a tiny “beep.” In a second, the suit slackened all around her body, drooping at her arms and legs, as if it had double the measurements intended for it. A sigh escaped her as she slipped out of the suit, and felt the cool air on her body. Even the boots opened up so she could easily step out of them.
“Hello…” There was another delay. “…Jody Summer. Are you prepared to receive your massage?” The robotic voice synthesized itself over the speaker.
“Give me a minute, just cooling off,” Jody said, closing her eyes and opening her stance as much as she could.
“Adjusting air temperature.” The voice said. Cool air began to flow from the vent and glided over Jody’s body. “Targeting… heated areas.”
“Ooh!” Jody jumped, wrapping her arms around herself, shielding areas that reacted the most. A little blush flew over her face. She glanced up at the ceiling. “I thought targeted air wasn’t available at High.”
“Someone upgraded your service after you left.” The robot stated. “Your session was upgraded to… Luxury Plus.”
Jody raised an eyebrow, then looked to the floor putting a hand to her chin. She shook her head. “Damn it, Tanaka. When is he gonna get it?”
“Actually, there is no record of a ‘Tanaka’ supplying the necessary payment.” The robot declared. “It came from an encrypted source, but one word was permitted for disclosure. It was ‘Falcon.’”
Jody’s eyes went wide, and her blush reddened further. “R-really? Falcon?” A little smile crept up on her face, her hands made a protective dive between her legs. “Well then… send this Falcon my thanks,” Jody said, reaching for a towel. She wrapped the smooth, fluffy fabric around her figure, before climbing the table. Her heart fluttered at the thought that *he* was paying attention to her. “I’m ready now, by the way.”
The brunette double-checked her towel to make sure it was secure, before laying prone on its cushioned surface. She heard a dull hum and it became softer and started to give a subtle vibration.
“Oooh…. This is the luxury package?” Jody hummed. The massage hadn’t even started, and she already felt a good mood coming on. Was the table warming too? Her shoulders slackened as she embraced it.
“Negative, this is Luxury Plus. It is recommended that you remove your towel to enjoy the full benefits.” Declared the robot.
“My towel…?” Jody blinked for a moment, then glanced around the room. It was just her and an emotionless robot. She knew they weren’t allowed to film or take photographs, and there were no windows. And if Falcon paid for this, that might mean…
Jody’s face reddened further, but she couldn’t argue. She lifted herself off the table, and pulled the towel from her body, its cuddly fabric tickling her skin. It fell to the floor in a heap. Her pulse ran as she lowered her vulnerable form back on the table, exposing her backside to the robot above.
She heard the machine lowering and smiled despite her face-down position. Mechanical arms tipped with soft pads began pressing into her back and shoulders. They were gentle, only nudging her in various spots around her upper back. Then they rolled in circular motions, caressing her skin as she let out a soft sigh.
The machine moved to her back, and Jody couldn’t help but blush. It was an odd feeling, but if she was certain there would be no interruptions, why not enjoy the premium treatment? As the pads continued to knead and press into her back, they began to heat up, earning a sigh from her as they held a position. This process repeated, with heated pads pressing into her shoulders, her arms, her back. It wasn’t long before they traveled lower.
Jody giggled as they briefly pressed into her shapely ass. It was a completely alien feeling, and not an area she expected the machine to focus on. A more audible “Ooh!” escaped her as her body jumped, as one mechanical arm nearly pressed between her cheeks. “What are you doing? Who massages that spot?”
“It is part of the Luxury Plus package.” The robot stated.
“Well, don’t do that. It’s not as relaxing.” Jody protested.
Her shoulders tensed up, fingers gripping the edge of her table as the many little pads resumed. Some grew hot to the touch, pressing and rubbing into her back as they began working in waves. More mechanical appendages joined the process, working the back of her legs. Soon enough, another sigh escaped and her fingers relaxed.
The heated pads began working in waves. Starting at the back of her neck, they would press and rotate, applying pressure to her body. They would move to her shoulders. Mechanical arms with extended movement range targeted her arms, leaving no part of her body untouched. Their path moved to her lower back, her hips, and her curvy ass once again.
The arms poked the wrong place a second time. It was brief, less than a second of a warm pad pressing there. Despite this, there was no way Jody could ignore it. Her face turned a little redder as the machine moved onto her legs. They followed a similar path, descending from her thighs to her ankles. Then the presses and vibrations found their way to the back of her neck, and started another trip.
Each wave lingered at her backside a little longer. Jody thought to say something but… the feeling was more than a little pleasant. And knowing who paid for it, the fact they wanted her to have this experience, made her anchor thoughts of protest. Instead, her legs budged, just a tiny bit, to open her body.
A gasp escaped her, as she felt something on the back of her neck. Something slick. She tilted her head and saw a nozzle. It gave a thin spray to the back of her shoulders, and moved on to her back, repeating the process.
“What’s that?” Jody asked, looking up.
“This is a mineral oil. It is for enhancing sensual feelings.” The robot answered.
Nozzles on the lower end of the robot aimed at Jody’s hips and gave another light mist. She could feel it spray on her ass, and her blush returned. The nozzles followed the same wave pattern as the massaging arms, giving even sprays across her vulnerable body. It all made sense now, this is why the machine wanted her naked. A sweet scent filled the air as her backside became slick and shiny. Different pads began to work the fluid in.
A harder jet targeted between her cheeks. Again, Jody’s other cheeks turned red, knowing she should demand that spot be off limits. Feeling her skin slip against itself was a feeling that kept her heart fluttering. The robotic arms continued to rub more of the oil into her skin.
The waves continued until the robot’s hands retracted. Jody hummed, looking up at the machine. “Hmm… done already?”
“No, please turn so you are positioned on your back to continue.”
“Right,” Jody nodded. Her face turned red and she hesitated. This massage wasn’t shy about targeting her backside. And there was more to do if she laid on her back. Then again, *he* paid for this. Which might mean he wanted certain spots… comfortable.
“Would you prefer extending focus on your backside?”
“No, that’s not necessary, just a moment,” Jody took a breath, put a hand in her hair, and rotated her body, supine and exposed. Her face remained red as fought the urge to place her hands atop her intimates. She turned her eyes to the entrance, the door still shut. The bare woman’s chest rose and fell as the mechanical arms lowered to tend to her curves.
Like before, they began high, targeting her shoulders, and patted her collarbone. This time the nozzles didn’t wait to mist the front of her body with more oil. The mechanical arms would knead her skin, and in their wake, a gentle spray coated her neck.
Her back arched and she bit her lip when a different set of arms lowered near her chest. They possessed padding like the others, but carried a unique shape, designed to cup and contain each soft breast. Jody gasped when they pressed the sensitive skin. She could feel her stiff nipples press into the tender cushion, softer than the others. The machine gave a subtle vibration and nudged her tender body with delicate care. A sigh escaped her as the padding lifted, and the nozzle gave her a cuddly mist.
Little arms focused on her stomach like normal, giving her tender presses and rolls. They moved lower, while the nozzle continued to coat her, giving her a slick shine. As they approached her hips, Jody hesitated, seeing another unique piece ready itself. She hadn’t expected what was coming, but again she remembered who upgraded her service. Who was paying attention to her. Her toes curled as she spread her legs.
A louder gasp punched its way out of her mouth upon contact with the sensitive flesh. It vibrated, stirring warmth through her body. This sort of thing NEVER happened in the lower packages. Jody gripped the table and gritted her teeth as it vibrated between her legs. She panted when it stopped and lifted, leaving a confused look on her face. Seconds later, the nozzle gave its coating of mineral oil, spraying her womanhood and her thighs. Little arms rubbed and pounded on her legs like before. The cushion of the table vibrated in a similar way, working in waves from her shoulders to her ankles.
Jody threw her head back. This machine was doing far more than massaging her. It coated her skin in oil, which wasn’t unusual for a massage, but the attention to her personnel areas was different. She hadn’t expected the massage to make her heart race, to make her want to spread her legs. A moan fled her mouth as she felt the vibrations on her chest, now slick with an even coating of oil.
It was so odd, so unexpected. Jody found herself smiling watching the pad return between her legs. The vibrations were so satisfying, and the brunette nudged her hips against it. Another moan won its battle for freedom as everything between her legs revealed itself to be quite slick. As the massage continued, Jody found herself no longer questioning the attention to her intimate areas, but instead wanting it.
Her cheeks were as red as they could be when she saw the breast pads lower again. Jody cleared her throat.
“C-can I ask for something?”
“I’m sorry, my auditory sensors did not accurately understand your statement.”
“Can I ask for something?”
“A Luxury Plus massage may be customized to your liking.”
Jody nibbled her lip. “Okay… please…” She shook her head and looked at the door before returning her attention to the mechanical parts above her. “F-focus here,” she gestured to her ample breasts, slick with oil and red nipples standing proud. “A-and… here.” She pointed between her legs.
“Understood. Please relax and enjoy.”
She closed her eyes, throwing her head to the side as her body turned rigid. Knowing that this wasn’t a normal service, knowing that this was something that HE paid for, Jody still tried to open her thighs. Jody shuddered as the tender padding made more contact, and began vibrating, pressing and rolling into her womanhood. The machine closed on her breasts, simulating a squeeze.
“Ahh…” Jody moaned, her body tensing up at every touch for a moment. But, this time, the sweet pleasure the massaging pads provided, remained where they were. The stimulation stayed, sending pleasure through her, and raising her body temperature.
Jody’s body hadn’t slacked, instead, she arched her back, and tried to press her hips into the soft, vibrating pad. “T-turn the vibrations up… please…”
A dull hum joined the heavy breathing among the sounds in the air. Jody threw her head back and continued to press her hips into the machine. Sweat mixed with oil as the machine treated her, her skin shining under the light. Her soft labia let one more slick feeling drip from her lips.
Was she allowed to finish? She didn’t know for sure. Jody assumed yes. Her body wouldn’t tolerate waiting. Patience fell to the floor.
Jody threw her head back and screamed, her body going rigid as her pulse roared in her ears. Slick fluids coated her womanhood and the soft padding tending to it. Her hands gripped and stressed the sides of the massage table. The vibrations ran at their most intense cycle as the wave of hot, bubbly feelings surged through her.
Her body collapsed in a limp state. A big smile sat scribbled across her crimson face. Her chest heaved as she slowed her breathing while her arms dangled. The mechanical arms that satisfied her tender areas retracted, as the naked girl could only sit and breathe. Smaller arms returned to the other areas of her body, kneading her skin with gentle care. Jody closed her eyes as her mind slipped into the fog.
The smaller, gentler arms never stopped tending to Jody’s curves. The table beneath her continued to vibrate, the soft pads continued to press and gently pound. Her skin had become smooth as the oils seeped into her skin. But in the end, Jody lifted herself, extending her body and stretching as much as she could.
“Wow… I’ll have to remember to do this again.” She hopped off the table, raising an arm and twisting her body. Jody blushed and looked up. “Sorry if I made a mess… I wasn’t expecting this to… do a few things.”
“Patrons are encouraged to relax during the Luxury Plus massage package. Sanitation services will be performed as necessary after the service is completed.”
“Good to know,” Jody giggled. She found her towel on the floor and began wiping all the oil from her body. “What time is it?”
“The current time is… Two… Fifty-one… PM.” The machine spoke.
“Two fifty…. Wait, WHAT!?” Jody gasped, jumping to look at a display screen on the robot. Sure enough, it displayed 2:51 PM. The numbers then blinked, displaying 2:52 instead. “The race is starting soon! I have to get dressed!” In seconds, her session went from relaxing to panic as Jody swiped the towel over any area that still felt slick.
The towel returned to the floor as Jody moved to the storage bin where her clothes were. Or rather, where they used to be. “No way…” Her face turned red. “Where’s my stuff!? I thought nobody could come in here!”
As Jody demanded answers from the machine, its body retracted into the ceiling. “Your services have concluded. Thank you for choosing Casino Palace for your massage.”
“What!? Come back down, I need my clothes! HEY!” Jody shouted. A door opened above the massaging machine. Gears groaned and compressors hissed as they climbed beyond the ceiling panels. The door shut with a loud snap.
“Damn it!” Jody spat. Her clothes were missing. All she had was a towel. The race was going to start in eight… seven minutes. And the gambling floor of the casino stood between her and the garage. Missing the race wasn’t an option. People expected her, especially with her previous performance.
Jody shook her head. She had to move, no matter the risk. She wrapped the precious towel around her naked form, covering her body well enough. Still, a towel was a towel, and Jody looked as if she was preparing for a bath. And she was about to brave a busy casino.
One deep breath. She’d run to the garage, get another set of gear on, and get to the race. Gamblers don’t pay attention. The girls serving drinks dressed skimpy and could barely pull eyes from slot machines. With that exhale, Jody stepped into the hallway, clad in nothing but her towel.
The pilot felt her heart pounding in her ears as she made her way down the hall, hand securing her towel the entire time. Bare feet carried her across the carpet at a quick pace, and the drafty air sent a chill down her spine. Everything about the casino made her quite aware of her state of dress.
She reached the corner, and her eyes went wide. Jody expected people to be in the casino, but it somehow was far more populated than what she remembered. Hundreds of people filled the main floor. Large screens displayed the race track, with a few racers doing warm-up laps. One screen displayed Jody’s portrait with the word “Missing” sitting beneath it.
“Oh no…” Jody whispered under her breath. She closed her eyes and shook her head. There was no other path to the garage from where she was. Jody grit her teeth, gripped the towel, and prayed the TVs would distract the crowd for her. Her body trembled, and she took those first steps, trying to run through the casino.
Passing card tables, Jody caught a few odd glances and raised eyebrows. She dared not look behind her. The thought of eye contact with anyone, dressed as she was, made her throat feel tighter. Plus with everyone watching the race knowing that she was missing, being recognized was worse than simply being seen.
Jody rushed past the slot machines, banishing the thoughts from her head. But then something hooked her foot and sent her flying.
“Waaa!” She yelped, tumbling to the ground. A sudden, freezing chill splashed over her back. Then the sound of glass shattering cut through the air. Jody shook her head and saw a confused barmaid with a tray on the ground. Broken glass laid beside her.
“Hey, watch where you’re going!” The barmaid shouted. “I get in trouble for spilling drinks like that!”
“S-sorry! I’ll make it up to you, I promise, I just have to… h-hey!” Jody recoiled as the barmaid reached for her towel.
“I need something to clean this up!” She said, grasping at the fabric.
Jody was defenseless. With an iron grip from the barmaid, the towel unfurled from Jody’s body, slipping away and leaving her utterly nude. The brunette sat on her knees, shoving a hand between her legs and wrapping an arm around her breasts.
“Hey, give that back!” Jody gasped, reaching for the towel.
“No way! This is your fault!” The barmaid glared at her. “You’ll just have to deal with being dressed like that!”
“What? But… I’m naked! I need that back so I can-”
“Attention, the race starts in just three minutes!” Came a voice over the speakers through the casino.
“You are not getting this towel back!”
Jody looked at the screen and saw the other racers taking their positions at the track. Towel or no towel, she was out of time. She cursed under her breath and shoved the barmaid out of the way. “Fine, keep it!”
Jody ran as fast as her feet could carry her naked body. Her breasts bounced and bobbed with each stride she took. But her hast came with an immediate cost. Others saw her running. She heard sharp whistles, cat calls, and cheers. Things that kept a red color on her cheeks as she dared not to look back. The casino floor soon erupted in the same reaction.
She tore down a corner of the hallway, slowing down just to cover her intimates. Still, she kept moving. No way she was going to endure that and still miss the race. As she ran, a few robots that walked the hallways paused and adjusted their optical lenses to follow Jody’s run.
Her desperate run finally took her to the garage, where the White Cat waited for her. And a footlocker containing a spare outfit. One minute left.
“Jooooooodyyyyyy” Came a voice.
The nude pilot froze and turned to see the Deep Claw floating in front of the exit to her garage. Its cockpit opened, revealing Octoman, grinning through his little circular mouth. He raised one tentacle, holding the pink thong that normally sat on display outside of her outfit.
“This is your boldest fashion statement yet!” The alien octopus cackled like mad, as the rear jets ignited and he flew away.
“Ocotman, why you…. Agh!!!” The nude pilot stomped her foot. Seconds remained, she stomped her foot and opened the cockpit to the White Cat. She slipped into its seat, and starting the engines. The spare outfit remained in the foot locker.
Jody flicked all the switches and moved the ship out of the garage, and onto the race track. She was still naked… but the fans watching would be watching her car. Not her.
“Okay… just eliminate Ocotman, but don’t make the podium,” Jody took a breath as she put the White Cat in its starting position. She shuddered, imagining herself atop the podium, naked as the day she was born.
Her heart was already racing from the run. Pretty much everyone in the casino saw her naked. All she could do was hope and pray that nobody recognized her. Especially not anyone from the Galactic Space Federation.
Jody took a deep breath. She should have sat out the race. Fake being sick. It would have been a better answer to give out than what actually happened. But it was too late to change that mistake.
The nude pilot shook her head and flicked all the switches. Take out Octoman. That was her only goal. Get revenge, and keep him away from the prize money. That was all she had to do.
Jody looked ahead of her, sorting through the dozens of machines to spot the Deep Claw. It sat at the front of the pack, due to his performance in the last race. She sat in the back, as far from her target as she could be, due to her victory.
The race began, and the engines of every machine on the track howled. Everyone in the audience roared. Large screens throughout the racetrack and the casino began their broadcast.
The launch threw Jody back in her seat, the cushion of which felt different against bare skin. She blushed despite focusing on the twisting roads ahead of her. Jody *needed* to eliminate Octoman from the race. With some nimble sliding, the White Cat darted over a series of yellow panels, shattering the sound barrier as energy surged into her machine.
She weaved around the other racers, before spotting the jet trails of the Deep Claw. The jet machines screamed down the track as they darted across the starting line.
“YOU’VE GOT BOOST POWER!”
The nude pilot shoved the boost throttle, surging the energy of her car into the boosters. Jody’s eyes locked onto Octoman’s machine, a burning glare causing tunnel vision on her target.
Octoman flew over another dash panel, before glancing behind himself. His eyes widened as he saw a furious White Cat, ready to sink its claws in him. “Uh oh,” he gripped the boost throttle of his machine.
Jody continued to mash the booster on her machine, eating up ground between her and Octoman. “Just get the right position…”
“I-I can’t get away!” Octoman gasped, pressing his booster once more. The instrument cluster began beeping and flashing red lights. He waved his car to catch all the dash panels he could.
As the interior of the White Cat did the same, alarms sounded over low shield energy. Jody hadn’t noticed. Or if she did, she didn’t care. She was already seeing red, surging every last bit of energy through that G diffuser as she caught the edge of the same yellow panels.
The road curved, as Octoman began sweating bullets. “Come on you piece of junk, go faster! I need to get away! I need to…” The sound of his machine changed. As the road twisted, he took the turn far too fast. The Deep Claw had nothing to grip.
“AHHHHHHH!” screamed Octoman as his car flew off the track. Another brilliant flash happened in his cockpit, as he was soon teleported to the elimination stand once again. He stumbled, falling to the ground, and watching his machine impact the ground below.
“Whoa!” Jody gasped, gripping the air brake. The White Cat went airborne, as Jody tried to slow her machine and force it to dive. It returned to the track with grace. The crowd erupted at the daring stunt.
“Phew… a shame I didn’t get the knockout… but I suppose it *is* my fault he lost control,” Jody said to herself. She looked up at the elimination stand, giving a playful wave to Octoman. “Glad I’m not in a humiliating spot like that,” she giggled. Jody casually coasting across the finish line, much to the delight of the audience.
“And your winner for Casino Palace, Jody Summer!” Cheered the announcer.
Jody closed her eyes and smiled. “Another win,” she hummed to herself. Her eyes opened like shattered glass, before looking at her body once again. The red color returned to her face as she took her victory lap. “Uh oh…”
The podium elevated three machines. Jody’s heart raced as she knew she would have to get out of the cockpit sooner or later. She looked to her right and saw the Rolling Turtle. The robot that drove it wouldn’t have much to see. But on her left, sitting atop the runner-up podium was the Blue Falcon. Its pilot gave salutes to the crowd.
Jody took a breath. He paid for that massage. Clearly, he had some kind of interest in her. It was reasonably likely he’d be willing to help. She opened the cockpit and leaned out, trying to keep her body concealed. “Hey! Falcon! Umm… I could use a little help?”
“Hmm?” The man in blue climbed the podium. “You raced fine, Jody. Are you alright? That was quite the… oh!” Captain Falcon stumbled. He cleared his throat. “I see your problem.”
“Can I borrow something? Anything?” Jody kept her hands over herself.
Captain Falcon glanced at the area around the podium, put his fingers to his forehead, and gave a salute. “I have an idea.”
The Casino Palace trophy was a lot heavier than it looked. It strained Jody’s shoulders as she kept its base in a strategic position over her thighs. The big gold poker chip eclipsed the view of her chest, but she had to squish them against the cold surface. A checkered flag sat over her shoulders and reached to her ankles like a robe. It was the most she ever blushed for a photo op. If Mister Zero thought she dressed inappropriately for an interview before…
“Thanks, Falcon. I guess I owe you two now. Maybe later we could meet up,” she blushed, and looked at the ground.
“Sure, we could meet up later.” Falcon smiled, but then tilted his head. “What do you mean by ‘two,’ though?”
“Didn’t you upgrade my massage earlier? The robot said ‘Falcon paid for it.’” Jody blinked, adjusting her hold on the trophy to make sure it stayed in place. The trophy didn’t obscure all of her skin, making the flag something of a frame, drawing attention to her hips. It was obvious something was amiss about her outfit.
“I don’t remember paying for any massage,” Falcon said, putting a hand to his chin. “The luxurious ones aren’t cheap, I would remember doing something like that.”
Jody blinked, and she slacked, the flag slipping every so slightly, baring her shoulders. “But… if you didn’t…”
Meanwhile, at the garage…
“Stupid piece of junk!” Octoman slammed his tendrils against the Deep Claw. “This was my race to win! It’s not fair!”
As he threw his tantrum, a red machine hovered closer and landed. Its cockpit opened, and a man dressed in purple and red stepped out. A skull decorated the top of his helmet. He crossed his arms, fixated on Octoman.
“You owe me money.”
“You’ll get nothing!” Defied Octoman. “You failed in your mission! Jody still entered the race!”
The man put a fist into his palm, cracking a few knuckles. “I’m getting my money.”