'Horny' Hound, installment #2
Imagination did no less than leave his mind writhing, as he recalled dreams of wet, and how incredible it made him feel. It parched him in his trek, making him groan, making him floor his accelerator to thrust himself deeper into red, sand and rock valleys. Minutes later, the shadow slid over his body, and he slowed, tires pawing almost frantically for left and right, as he steered himself about a patch of flat earth in search of a suitable spot.
A current of air churned down to sideswipe him. Almost violent as a greeting, but Hound craved the force of it against his quarter panels and door, the way it swept into and past his wheel wells to play at varied fluid lines, making them flutter at his frame, and causing him to quiver. The first teasing had begun.