Warning: Adult suggestions in this chapter. I'm not responsible for any young'un's actions. :)

She let her eyelids slide shut and she began purring happily. Absentmindedly, Fillmore began petting her hair again as she purred. She heard snickering, and reluctantly opened an eye to see Lightning watching her and snickering. "What's so funny, Lightning?"

He didn't respond, just gave her a smirk that was almost a sly grin.

"Lay off." She replied, trying not to laugh.

Lightning laughed, but still didn't reply.

"Great comeback." Chick snorted, and Foxy frowned over his way.

"Yours was even better." She replied, laughing.

Chick looked over her way with a grin, then replied, "Thanks, I try."

Foxy sighed, then leaned against Fillmore's side. He leaned back for minute, then straightened. Foxy smiled, and Chick noticed her expression. He cast a sly, knowing grin her way, and she looked at him in what she hoped was innocence.

When the others departed to get to their shops, Chick followed after Foxy, who was heading down to Willy's Butte. "Hey, Foxy!"

She turned around and saw Chick. "What's up?" She greeted him, and he nudged her gently.

"Just wanted to talk."

"All right. What did you want to talk about?"

"You and that bus."

"Fillmore."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Are you and him, you know?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure yet."

"You two are already really close, I don't know why you don't just go somewhere and-" He froze, and gave her a sly grin.

"What?" She asked worriedly.

"You two were gone for a while." He replied, still wearing the same grin.

"Yeah, because of the storm."

"I'm talking about before the storm."

She froze also, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. "We were watching the clouds." She told him finally, and to her shock, he laughed.

"Is that what they call it?"

"You think me and Fillmore- You perv!"

"I never said I was anything else."

"We didn't do THAT. We were talking."

"'Bout what?" He asked casually, driving towards the Butte again.

"Stuff." Foxy replied, a bit of an edge creeping into her voice.

"If you don't want to admit it, then you don't want to admit it. Fine with me."

Foxy was beginning to grow irritated with him, and replied through gritted teeth, "We didn't do THAT, I said. We were talking about me going home."

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Chick purred as he drove along at her side.

She ignored him.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that. It was just a question. Besides, I was only curious."

'Yeah, you were about as curious as a killer creeping up behind their victim.' Foxy thought with venom.

"So, where were you heading?"

"Down to the Butte. Care to give me twenty questions on that, too?"

"Hey, cool it. I was only wondering about you and the bus because you two have been snuggly ever since I got here." He replied in annoyance, then his voice changed to a purr. "Although it's been you I've had my eye on for a while. What do you say? I'll really make you purr, babe."

Foxy stopped in shock and horror. "WHAT?" She asked, looking at him in disbelief and rising anger.

"You heard me. I've been lookin' for some new mares for my harem, and you'd be perfect." He looked her over, and she backed up, a disgusted look on her face.

"Hicks, you sure do have a strange taste in Chicks." She replied finally, and Chick snorted in annoyance.

"Cute. Did your Filly Friend teach you that one?"

"Nope. It's one of my own. And his name's Fillmore."

"Come on, he won't know. Just one little runaround." He purred huskily, and Foxy backed up, her eyes wide.

"No. I'm not into vehicality."

"I could change that, babe." Chick replied in a low voice, and moved closer to Foxy, his eyes glinting in the sunlight. Foxy looked around for someone to help, but there was nobody out at the Butte except for her and Chick.

"Don't call me 'babe'." Foxy told him firmly, although in her mind was chaos.

'He's going to rape me, he's going to rape me, he's going to rape me.'

Chick chuckled, then replied, "Whatever you say, babe."

Suddenly, she had an idea. "If you want to have me, you've got to take me back to your trailer first, Chicky."

"Why would I do that, babe?"

"We're out here in the open, and anyone could come along and see us."

"I like the way you think, babe." Chick replied in a thick purr, and his engine revved once or twice.

"Mind if I sit on your hood? It's such a long way back, Chicky." She purred softly, and he smiled.

"Not at all."

She smiled back, then sat down on his hood gently. "Could we go slow? I'm afraid that if we go too fast I'm going to fall off." She replied in a light, soft voice, and Chick nodded.

"Sure thing. It's nice to take things slow sometimes." He raised his eyelids repeatedly, flirting with her.

She smiled, lowering her eyelids, attempting to give him her best 'bedroom eyes'.

'He's so going to be mad at me.' She thought, her plan almost complete. All she needed to do was slip off his hood and limp back over to Fillmore's side. Thankfully, her ankle was almost fully healed, and she could limp along at a quick pace, or even tiptoe fast if she had to. They arrived back in town shortly, and Foxy slipped down from his hood quickly.

"What's the matter, babe?" He asked, and she turned and patted his hood, letting her fingertips linger. She could see him shudder with pleasure, and laughter exploded inside of her mind.

"I was going to get some oil for you, Chicky. I'll be over at your trailer shortly."

She gave him a falsely seductive look, and a dopey grin formed on his bumper.

"Great idea, babe. I'll be in my trailer."

"All right then. See you soon." She replied, bending to gently brush her lips against his hood. He shuddered again, then drove over to his trailer, shutting the door. Once she was sure that he wasn't coming out anytime soon, she made for Flo's as fast as she could. As she was limping over, the past half an hour came crashing down on her mind, and she began shaking with fear. By the time she reached Flo's, she was shaking so badly, she appeared to be vibrating.

"What's wrong? Ya look like ya just saw a ghost." Sheriff asked, nudging her gently with a tire. She just sank down to her knees at Fillmore's side.

"What happened? We saw Chick follow after you. He didn't hurt you again, did he?"

Foxy shook her head faintly, feeling cold all over even though the day was warm.

Fillmore nuzzled her gently, then pulled back. "You're freezin' cold, man. What happened?" He looked down at her worriedly.

She looked around with panic in her eyes, the eyes of a prey animal when cornered.

"C'mon, man. You'll feel better." Fillmore replied, petting her gently.

She whispered,"Chick wants to rape me.", and Fillmore drew back, setting his tire on the ground.

Strip, who was parked by Fillmore, was able to catch her whisper and his eyes widened considerably. Foxy yawned out of fear, and Fillmore nudged her gently. "C'mon, man. Let's go back to my dome."

They departed Flo's, and Fillmore said nothing on the way back. He cast a glance at her, and she was surprised to see that he looked worried. They reached the dome, and Fillmore ducked inside.

When he realized that Foxy hadn't followed him inside, he looked out at her. "Ya comin' in, man?"

Foxy nodded, then followed him into his dome, feeling slightly skittish. Foxy spotted the chair that she had slept in, and made a beeline for it, sinking down into it. Fillmore laid down at her side, the worry in his eyes returning. He nudged her gently, and she gently set her hand on his front.

"Ya all right?" He asked quietly, and she curled up against him for an answer.

"I didn't think so, man." He curled up around her, hugging her gently. She returned the hug, resting her head against his side gently.

"I-It was horrifying. I thought he was going to chase after me if I even tried to leave." She whispered, her voice shaking.

Fillmore's grip on her tightened slightly, and she took it as her cue to keep going.

"I played along and got him to bring me back here. I got rid of him by telling him that I was going to Flo's for some oil, and that I would meet him back at his trailer." She began to grow cold all over again, and she could feel Fillmore's hug tighten even more. "Now, i-if I'm not back there soon, he'll know, and come back for me."

Fillmore was silent, thinking over all that she had said.

"F-Fillmore?"

"Yeah, man?" He replied quietly.

"You're not m-mad, right?"

"Why would I be mad, man? It ain't your fault that Chick's like that." Fillmore replied, nuzzling her gently.

She sighed, and it was such a shaky-sounding sigh that Fillmore looked at her worriedly.

"Don't worry, man. I'm sure he's not gonna bother ya again."

She curled up at his side, and with him laying at her side, she soon fell asleep. He laid a tire over her protectively and pulled her closer to his side, looking out his beaded entryway, waiting for Chick to come find her. Chick never came, and Fillmore stood guard over her sleeping form the entire night, tensed and ready to pounce on the next car that drove up to his doorway.

The next morning, Foxy awoke with a terrible headache, and the top of Fillmore's dome seeming to be closer to her then usual. She rolled over onto her side, and was surprised when she discovered that she was lying on sea foam green painted metal. She looked around, still half asleep, and came to the conclusion that she was on Fillmore's roof. She smiled sleepily, then happened to glance out the doorway.

She saw a splash of green, and felt a knife of cold, chilling horror stab into her heart. She just knew that it was Chick out there, that he was watching her, and that he was ready to fight Fillmore over her. She couldn't let him get Fillmore, no matter what. "Hey. Hey, Fillmore. Fillmore, wake up." She hissed, patting his roof gently.

He yawned, and she felt herself sliding backwards. She gripped his roof with her hands and knees, trying not to fall, then whispered that Chick was waiting for them outside. "What should we do?" She breathed, her voice full of fear and panic.

"We're gonna go out, an' we're gonna go to Sarge's." He replied back.

"Sarge's?"

"Yeah. Sarge'll take care of ya."

"But he hates me."

"No he don't. He doesn't like Chick, but he just doesn't want to admit that he wants to be friends with ya."

"All right. Then to Sarge's. But where will you be? I don't want you getting hurt, Fillmore."

"I'm hopin' that Sarge'll let me stay too."

"If we both go out, then he's going to go for you, I know it. Then he's going to go for me."

"I'm goin' out first, an' hopefully he'll chase after me long enough for ya to get to Sarge's, and inside."

"Then what about you?"

"I'll come in afterwards. It'll be all right, Elizabeth."

"I hope you're sure, Fillmore."

"'Course I am. I'm not gonna let you get hurt 'cause of him." With that, Fillmore drove out the doorway, never looking back. She heard Chick tearing after Fillmore, his motor roaring, and knew that it was time to make her move.

She peeked out the beaded doorway, looking around cautiously for Chick. When she saw no one, she bolted across Fillmore's yard, and climbed over the fence. She crept along to Sarge's door, trying to move as fast and as quietly as possible. She pounded on the door timidly, and it rolled up.

When Sarge saw it was her, a look of disgust crossed his face. "Listen, I don't have much time. Chick's after me, and Fillmore's keeping him busy. Fillmore told me to come to you, and said that I'd be safe with you."

Sarge didn't want to let her in, but she looked horrified, and was visibly shaking with fear, so he knew that he didn't have much choice. He nodded his hood, then looked around, his eyes darting back and forth. "In. Now."

Foxy slipped by him so fast, he blinked in surprise.

He rolled the door down, then turned around to see where she had gotten to.

Yay, I did it! Got this chapter up before my keyboard konked out! :D And aww, Fillmore's being a gentleman. :3 See you next week, Liz