As the sun set, a bruised stain crept across the mournful sky like diseased flesh, eating away at light's safety.

Against it, a black-and-white striped, steel monster ripped down the dilaptitated highway at tire-melting speed.

Inside, the deafening growl of its engine and the vibration that shook the back teeth of the helmeted driver... were simulated.

Lupe Blackbear had to piss. It had been several hours since her last one, and her bladder felt like it was going to burst.

Didn't matter, she was going to have to stop to fill the fuel tank anyway. Just before sunset was always the best time.

Lupe didn't like to expose herself anymore than she had to, but she didn't want to be caught in the dark with no fuel either.

Stopping at a stretch she could see clearly down both ways, Lupe pulled the car over to the side barrier of the raised highway.

Checking Splatterhound's ammo, she palmed her FUD, and stepped out of the vehicle into the dry, late summer air. There was no breeze.

The helmet's built-in HUD ran an analysis spectrum in either direction of her stop, and over the side of the highway she was closest to. Zip

With practiced spe-efficiency, she opened the fuel tank, unzipped her tight-fitting bodysuit down passed her crotch and slipped the FUD in.

The tickling snap-catch of the magnets embedded into her skin, connected with counterparts on the FUD, giving it a snug fit over smooth skin

Kicking the back of her boots on the pavement, they elevated her up a clear 10cm so she could stand higher than the tank opening.

The elongated, tapered end of the FUD slipped easily into the fuel tank, and Lupe let her bladder muscles relax.

An audible sigh passed her lips as she began to fill her car with the much needed piss that was its fuel.