>At some random ass party
>People from school smoking it up and getting drunk as fuck.
>Enjoying a beer, then all of a sudden some random chick pull you aside to drag you into a bedroom.
>You realize it's Sunset Shimmer.
>Holy shit, the most popular and biggest bitch in school wants to fuck you.
>Then there's knocking on the door.
>you ignore it, being caught in the moment as you are about to lose your virginity.
>All of a sudden, the knocking turns to bangs. Someone is shouting, "Anon wake up!!"
>You break out of your slumber to see your dad entering you room.
What is it pops, today is Sunday?
>"Hell yea it's Sunday, and Sunday's the day that I finish your car?
Oh sheeit!!
>You hop out of bed in your Sanic undies and book it to the garage, which has been off limits to you all of freshman and sophomore year.
>You burst through the door only to trip and enjoy the taste of a rollcage bar.
>you hear laughter on top of that, so that's a clear indication your dad is there. He tosses you a bathrobe.
>"The garage is open, put something decent on."
>you recover and ask
Dad...what the hell is this piece of shit...
>"This is a 2000 Mazda MX-5 Miata. But not just any old Miata, I tuned this midlife crisis turd with an FIA grade rollcage, the biggest Brembo brakes I could fit inside the wheels, and the best suspension K&W could offer. But here are the kickers."
>You watch as your dad opens the hood and trunk of the now track day quality ricer.
>You first inspect the trunk and see your Gibson Les Paul sitting in there...and that there is only room for the guitar.
>You give him the dafuqamilookinat.jpg look.
>"The only reason why pretty much only your guitar can fit in the trunk, is because this car is now a sports hybrid."
Like that LaFerrari and Porshe 918 Spyder?
>"Yep, the battery is useful as a ballast to give it the grip of a mid-engine sports car" He walks over to the front, "because this work of art is in here."
>You come over to see what the "work of art" is.
>You immediately recognize the engine as a wankel 3 rotor engine. And judging from the markings on on some of the parts and on the fender, this engine is from RE Amemiya...and it's bridgeported...
>Monday
>You start the junior year off by pulling up to your school in hybrid mode.
>Once you park it your buddy Norman see you and the new ride.
>"Hey Anon, nice ride you got there. Almost didn't know if you got here since it's so quiet."
Oh no it's not. The old man knows how to make sports hybrids now.
>You crank over the engine revealing the beast. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-iOGaVI6YQ
>"Well, that's somewhat loud"
>You respond with a rev and the shriek of an F1 can be heard from 4 blocks away.
>This catches the attention of the jocks....and Sunset Shimmer.
>"Well, well, well...looks like someone has a new toy," the queen cunt said.
>She reaches for a rust hole in the quarter panel and chips off a big chunk of rusted sheet.
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>You reach for the tire iron next to you and you step out of your car, with the fury of a thousand suns.
>"Whoa there Tex", a meathead suddenly appears in front of you.
>You immediately swing and knock the jock out. A bit of blood pooling round his head from the new gash on his head.
>Norman, jumps in front before you do something even more insane.
>"Whoa there, man, we are civilized people. You should know how to settle this."
>>"HA, what you think this piece of shit ricer can out run my car?"
>You cool off and say
Wanna wager on it?
>"Ok, a race to the Sugar Cube Corner sounds far enough for you to enjoy my dust."
What's in it for me?
>She grabs her chest, "you get to see and feel these."
And if I lose?
>"Your car becomes pinker than a barbie car for the whole school year."
What are we waiting for then?
>The two of you pull up to the front of the school.
>You notice that she drives a Boss 302 Mustang.
Heh, must be a gift from daddy.
>You realize that your car is a gift from your dad too.
>Some chick who is know around the school as Rarity steps up to start you off.
>She raises her arm, revealing a velvet handkerchief.
>It drops.
>The shriek of your car drones out the roar of the Mustang.
>Smoke
>Smoke everywhere.
>Your car finally grips the road and you see that you are just behind Sunset Shimmer.
>You hit 3rd gear and you begin walking it on her.
>By the time you reach the 6th gear, she's at least two car lengths behind and you see the first and only set of turns.
>You Tokyo Drift that shit no problem.
>You exit the last corner to hear the crunching of sheet metal.
>In the rear view, Sunset Shimmer happened to accidentally pit slam a car and there is smoke and plastic everywhere.
>Minor cosmetic damage to the 302.
>You pull up into the Sugar Cube corner parking lot.
>Super hoe pull up seconds later.
>"I suggest we leave fast before the cops show up. You can outrun the cop, but not the radio."
What about our wager?
>She hands you a slip of paper.
>"Call me after school. I'll tell you where we are gonna meet up."
>News of the race spread around school. You find out that the guy whose head you bashed in was Flash Sentry in the midst of it.
>Class goes fine though and the school faculty knows nothing of the race.
>You head out to take a dump and you come across that Rarity chick.
>She pulls you inside the girls bathroom suddenly and begins a tongue war with you.
>The smell of morning dew fills your nose.
>You break off the kiss
Damn Rarity, take a guy out to dinner first before you decide to fuck him.
>"Don't mock my ethics Anon. I just felt that you deserve a better award than what that Sunset Shimmer girl has to offer."
Fine by me.
>Rarity proceeds to lead you to a stall to continue the session.
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>She unbuckles your pants and begins to play with your gear shifter.
>This entices you to moan while playing tongue-of-war.
>Rarity stops to turn around to offer the dragon's horde.
>Dragon's horde? Why did I just think of that?
>You kick the wut of your head and proceed to grab da booty and gas her tank.
>Oh shit, she must be a virgin too.
>But there's no blood from popping her cherry.
>Must be tight from her doing some kind of yoga shit.
>Your thoughts are interrupted with a pressure in base of your manhood.
>The second you pull out, she spins around and wraps her mouth around you
>You blow your load in her mouth as she moans on your dick.
Soooo....can I go take a dump now?
>"Well of course, a lady doesn't waste a man's time you know."
>You exit the bathroom and go about your business and finish off the day.
>Final bell rings and you get your shit and head to your car.
>You pull up to a stop light and open that slip of paper Sunset Shimmer gave you.
>It contains her number and surprisingly a lipstick imprint of a kiss.
>As you dial her number, an R33 Skyline suddenly pulls up next to you...on the opposite side of the road.
>you look and see it's Flash Sentry, bandaged head and all.
>he pulls out a gun
>OHSHIT.png
>a shot is fired and it bounces of the roll cage as you floor it.
>Flash gives chase in what your guess is meathead rage.
God damn this is gonna take some time.
>Your so busy shitting yourself that you run over a chicken crossing a road.
>oh man the jokes
>You're so busy leling at it that you hit a cat.
Well shit.
>You check the rear view and it seems that you lost him.
>To make sure that he is no longer on your tail, you turn into the Sweet Apple acres and ask Apple Jack to help you hide you and the car in the barn.
>"Sure thing, Anon, we still owe you for fixing our tractor."
>You finish dialing Sunset Shimmer's number.
>After the second ring, she picks up.
>"Hello?"
It's Anon.
>"Ah, it's about time you called, come to the parking garage in the Manehattan district. Me and your rewards are waiting for you."
All righty.
>You hang up and begin the drive to claim your prize.
>When you get there you see Sunset Shimmer waving you down.
>You stop to let her in
>"Well you got here pretty fast."
>She unbuttons her blouse to reveal the goods.
>They're a nice and perky C cup size set of tits.
>"What? You're not gonna touch 'em?
I have the feeling you drag me here for something else other than my prize.
>"Crank over your rotary and head to the 4th platform, you'll see."
>When you reach the 4th platform, your jaw practically drops.
>Huge ass party that practically the whole school is participating in.
>You feel like you seen this somewhere
>Some mexican with cornrows is rapping in his taco language to the beats that Vinyl Scratch is dropping.
>You spot Rarity starting off a drift race in a tube top and short skirt. You notice that there's a dragon tattoo on the side of her belly.
>"Park next to my car Anon"
Am I seeing this right? The whole school...is an underground race club?
>"No, just the juniors and seniors who have talent."
>Applejack drives by in a Jeep Wrangler cover in mud to the point where you can't see what color the car is.
>Twilight Sparkle is stepping out of a Land Rover Evoque.
>Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy are chilling in a BMW Z4.
Ok, practically everyone I know is here. Now can you tell me why you dragged me here?
>"We are trying to become known to the world. But every driver we had got arrested or had their ride crushed."
Go on.
>"The first track day we got is on Saturday. A simple race. Your car has the track grade parts too."
How known are we talking about?
>"Enough to catch the FIA's attention."
>You are shocked at how high this club is aiming for.
May I ask what series are we talking about?
>"WEC"
The fuck is that?
>"World Endurance Championship"
Endurance? As in 'til the car breaks down or run out of fuel?
>"No, as in races that run up to 24 hours long."
>You give her an "are you crazy look"
>you begin to get out of your car
I need to think about this.
>"WAIT"
>Sunset Shimmer grabs you by the belt.
>"I've got something else to tell you."
What is it?
>"..."
Spit it out dammit.
>"I-I k-kinda have a crush on you..."
>Her face becomes a deeper red than your Miata.
Since when and how long?
>"Since you bested me. No one has ever done that before."
>You process this in your head.
>The Mexican stops rapping as Vinyl takes a break from the decks and hits the random song button.
>Ever so awkward and cliché-ish, Let it Happen by Jimmy Eat World begins playing.
>You chortle at this and lean in to kiss the now former Top Cunt.
>You leave her in your car to melt in the surprise and joy of getting a kiss from you.
>Once you get out of your car, you notice Rarity glaring at you.
>You don't know or care for why she is doing that, so you just begin exploring.
>You head over to the Land Rover that Twilight is messing about with.
Hey Twilight, how's it going.
>"Oh hey Anon, I'm just finishing up with putting a new computer in our new towing vehicle. Just gotta adjust the timing a bit more to get it right."
>She presses a few buttons on the scan tool she has in her hands.
>"Done!"
>Twilight reaches over and cranks over the Evoque.
>The TD4 power plant sounds slightly different than any other Land Rover that you have heard.
>The revs climb and now it begins to sound totally different than any turbo diesel you have encountered.
>You leave Twilight to return to exploring.
>You spot Norman in his Porsche Cayman.
>You damn him for his rich faggotry.
>Then you see Pinkie Pie's head rise up from his lap.
>You could never understand how possibly the world's biggest party animal is dating the most chill guy on the planet.
>Then you see a R33 Skylne round the corner to the platform.
>You would hide, but you have a small score to settle. Plus, he already seen you and had floored it and stop his Skyline just inches from you.
>Flash steps out of his Skyline to confront you.
>"There you are you little shit, I've got a score to settle with you."
>He takes a swing at you, yet you simple step aside, so he misses.
Look man, I don't want to fight you. I know I kinda knock you out earlier today, but I was pissed and couldn't control myself.
>"Yea, I know that, but that gives you no excuse to take my girl."
Your girl?! Who?!?
>He points to your Miata.
Look man, I'm sorry but that is completely out of my control.
>"Bullshit nigga, your ass is mine now!"
>Then just as Flash Sentry stands up to charge at you once more, Twilight knees him in the gut and pops a pill in his mouth.
>Whatever the hell she gave him, it calmed him down.
>Twilight proceeds to drag him into the Land Rover.
>"Don't worry about him anymore Anon, he won't be a problem when I'm done with him.
>She winks at you when she says this.
>Oh dear god you don't want to know.
>You head back to your car.
>Upon opening the car door you see Sunset Shimmer sitting on your gear shifter knob.
Ummm....Imma need that...want a ride home?
>She becomes redder than your car yet again.
>"Sure, I'm kinda low on gas anyways."
>On the drive to her house, Sunset fell asleep.
>d'aaaaaaw.jpg
>When you pull up to her house, you wake her up with a slap on thigh.
>She is slow to wake up just like you.
We're here.
>"Hmmm....oh thank you."
Hey before you go, how about I take you out to dinner Friday?
>"Sure! Why not? You kissed me back at the platform."
>It was now your turn to turn as red as your Miata.
I'll be here at 5 then.
>You smile and wave and Sunset Shimmer returns the favor.
>The ride back home went smoothly as you mentally planned how the date will go.
>You turn into the townhome residential area known as Ponyville.
>The names of some of these places in the county of Equestria are mental, you think to yourself.
>You pull up in the drive way of your home and get inside.
Daaaad. I'm hooome.
>"Oh hey Anon, how was the maiden voyage of your new ride?"
It was amazing, it even got me laid and a date on Friday.
>"That's my boy. Hey, let me do you a solid, and let you take 'ol Jane as your ride for the date you got Friday."
'OL JANE!!! Oh, thank you pops, I promise that I won't get a scratch, dent, or mark on her!
>Friday
>4:39PM
>You step into the garage and target the tarp that covers 'ol Jane.
>Taking in every second of this moment, you slowly peel back the protective cover.
>Once the tarp is off, 'ol Jane is finally reveilled.
>A 1969 Chevrolet Corvair Monza convertible with a 2.7L flat 6 sitting in the back.
>You practically jizz yourself in the glory of a famed deathtrap, as said by Ralph Nader, sitting in front of you.
>Candy apple red
>Cream white soft top
>you whisper to yourself
Too much beauty for me.
>You get in and crank over 'ol Jane
>Not the most pleasant sound for an classic American car, but you know the ride will be smooth.
>You pop in the Foghat cd in the hidden player yes these do exist
>As you pull out of the driveway, you drop the top and skip over to Slow Ride.
>4:58PM
>You make it to Sunset Shimmer's house.
>Hard to miss with all the Mustangs in the driveway.
>You step out and go knock on the door.
>"COMING"
>The door opens and your jaw drops.
>Sunset Shimmer is wearing a charcoal grey one-piece dress that conforms to the curves on her body.
>The sight pulls on your e-brake a bit. Your practically does a 360 on your shoulders too.
Hellooooooo, Nurse!
>Sunset giggles
>"Well that's a first. Come in I want you to met my parents."
>Your still star struck, so you just nod and step inside.
>Mr. Shimmer is the usual middle-aged man who has an average build. He proudly served in the Navy as a Master Cheif Petty Officer.
>Sunset Shimmer is the spitting image of her mother though.
>Guess you know who has the strongest genes in the family now.
The conversation with Sunset Shimmer's mom and dad went well.
>Mr. Shimmer showed you his harpoon gun. Even let you fire it at a random garden gnome in the backyard. That did not go well with Mrs. Shimmer though.
>"I think it's time we should go, don't want to wait any longer. I'm getting hungry, pretty you are too Anon."
>You check your watch. It's 6:27.
Oh yea, don't wanna wait any longer.
>You shake Mr. Shimmer's hand and do one of those hispanic hello/goodbye kisses to Mrs. Shimmer while Sunset gets her jacket.
>"Ok I'm ready to go."
>She's wear her old pleather jacket. You don't get why she always wear that raggedy thing.
>You head out and open the passenger door on 'ol Jane for Sunset Shimmer.
>"Nice ride you got here, let me guess it's your dad's and he let you use it for this occasion?"
>Smugly, you say.
You could say that.
>"So, where to?"
I'm thinking...........how does Red Lobster sound?
>"You mean best restaurant?"
Yep.
>"Then what the hell are you waiting for?!"
>And so begins the ride to Red Lobster.
>To your luck you hit traffic on the way there.
>You feel a hand on your inner thigh and then your crotch.
>You turn and give Sunset a suspicious look.
>"It's only to pass the time."
>Dem bedroom eyes.
>You unbuckle your pants and put your boxers.
>Sunset Shimmer follows suit and sticks her hand in your boxers.
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>You raise the top to hide your devious actions.
>Thank the lord for tinted windows.
>Sunset reveals your shifter cable and transfers from a tuggy to a sucky.
>The tongue action on your tip makes you rev the flat 6. This gets a bit of honking from the people next to you in traffic.
>You laugh at this, though it only entices Sunny to play with you even more.
>In the nick of time, traffic clears up as the pressure builds withing you.
>You force Sunset's head down the whole length of you and you violate her tonsils.
>"MMmm..."
>Sunset Shimmer swallows and gets up from your lap.
"You need to warn me the next time you do that."
Sorry, traffic was starting to clear up and you could probably guess the rest.
>At the next stop light, you let the top down and hear Rock Lobster by The B-52s playing in the distance.
We must be close to Red Lobster...
>"Yep, they always play that song...."
>You pull up to Red Lobster, only to spot that a classic American car meetup was happening.
>You park 'ol Jane next to a Chevy Nova SS Yenko Deuce.
>That shit's rarer than emerald on Minecraft, so you take a quick pic of that beaut.
>You and Sunset hold hands on the walk to the waiter. From the looks of it up front, there's no one waiting to be given a table. Guess this doubles your luck from the traffic jam.
Table for two, ma'am.
>"Sure thing, y'all. Give me a sec while I find you an open table."
>Dat accent makes you wants to kick an inbred baby.
>She returns with two menus.
>"Come follow me, y'all. We gon' mosey on over to your booth."
>Make that 20 inbred babies.
>She leads you to a booth made to fit 4 people, so that make you and Sunset fairly comfy.
>You open the menu and spot the cheesy bread.
>God-tier bread right there.
You getting the cheesy bread?
>"Yep and a lobster."
Sweet, let's grab that bugger outta it's tank.
>>"Y'all ready to order?
Yes, uhhh, 3 baskets of cheesy bread and 1 lobster.
>>"Alrighty come on over to the tank and pick ya one."
>You check out the tank. They have a mascot lobster with a Osama bin Laden bear and turban chilling in the tank.
That's cool as fuck. Check it out Sunny.
>"That explains why they play Rock Lobster a lot then..."
>She points a the largest one.
>"Sacrifice that one."
>>"Okie dokie."
>On the walk back to the table, the ambient song transfers to Yellow Submarine by The Beatles. This leads to a bunch of drunkards to sing along to it.
>Even though the two of you are sober, you and Sunny join in on it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkhTA6MQ3BQ
>While running over the chorus of Yellow Submarine, you feel a stream of liquid enter your mouth.
>You open your eyes to see an eye dropper hover over from your mouth to Sunset's. The same happens to her.
>You turn to see some biker hippy dude with circular shades that are tinted purple.
Yo!! What the fuck was that-
>Everything begins melting and shifting colors rapidly. Your fears were correct as you begin to trip shit on acid.
>You look towards where you think your date is.
>You see a golden yellow technicolor pony in her place. You notice it has the same hair styling a Sunset.
>It's even wearing the same charcoal grey dress she was wearing.
>You look around the restaurant and see more technicolor ponies. All in a variety of colors.
>Yet, your particular attraction is set the pony version of Sunny.
Where did I get this boner from?
>You step toward the ponified Sunset Shimmer and begin stripping her.
>The temperature spikes up all of a sudden in the restaurant from a pleasant chill, to a burning hot.
>By the time your done stripping her, you are soaked in sweat. And from the feel of Sunset's "coat," she sweating like hell too.
>You pick her up and lay her on a table. Then you strip naked and spread her hind legs apart.
>Once you stick your manhood inside the tight orifice of pony Sunset and pump at least 5 times, you pass out.
>"EVERYBODY BAK OFF THE PARAMEDICS ARE HERE"
>You are hearing commotion as you fade in and out of reality. You feel a cool rag get placed on your hand.
>You fade in to see and feel a paramedic check your pulse. You look to your right to see Sunset Shimmer get placed on a stretcher.
>The same is done to you minutes later. You fade out.
>You fade back in as you are being pushed into the ambulance.
....Sunset.....'ol Jane.....
>"Easy, Easy...you'll be just fine. You're under the hands of the Manehattan General Hospital now kid."
>You see a sweet-faced woman with cherry blossom pink hair appear in your line of site. Her name tag says "REDHEART."
>You fade back out of reality.
>You wake up only to be staring at a cream ceiling. You hear the steady tone of a pulse monitor.
Awww shit.
>You look to your right and see an IV inside your arm.
I guess it's official then.
>You look for and find the "CALL NURSE" button on the side rail of your bed.
>You mash that shit like 20 times before the nurse comes rushing in.
>You recognize her as the EMT who was tending to you on the ride to the hospital.
Wait a minute....weren't you with the EMT when I was getting brought over here.
>I'm the only medical official who knows how to properly deal with acid related medical emergencies.
Hehe, fair enough....what about the girl that was with me, Sunset Shimmer....we were kinda on a date today.
>"She okay. Actually she is next door you right now resting."
Can I go see her?!
>Nurse Redheart holds you back from sitting up all the way.
>"No, you cannot. Not until the doctor can test if your recent acid trip has affected any bodily movement and functions."
>You drop back in frustration.
Fuck...is there anyway that I could be tested now?
>"Sure just let me call him up to notify that you are ready for testing."
>Nurse Redheart turns and leaves the room. At least an hour later, a tan skinned man wearing black plastic rimmed glasses wearing the usual doctor getup walks in.
>"Hi, I'm Dr. Turner, but people call me Dr. Hooves."
Dr. Hooves??? That's a weird nickname doc.
>"I only got it because of the massive ranch I own."
I'm guessing you have a butt ton of horses.
>"Yep."
>An awkward moment ensues as the two of you stop talking. This agitated you quite a bit.
So when are we doing this test and what are we doing.
>"It's a simple one, you just gotta run on a tread mill and answer some basic questions."
Alright, unhook me from this medical junk and let's do this dance.
>"Okie dokie Loki." Just let me call in Nurse Redheart, while I set up the test room."
>He leaves and 15 minutes pass before Nurse Redheart comes in and unhooks you from the IV and heart monitor. She leads you down one floor to get your underwear on and take you to the testing room down the hall.
>Inside the room is a treadmill and a bunch of fancy medical testing and data recording equipment. Dr. Hooves is there with a clip board.
>"Ah, there you are Anon! Let's get you ready for testing."
>He hooks up some white pads on you, wraps a pulse sensor on your middle finger, and sticks a breathing monitor in your mouth. You step up on the treadmill and get started.
>The test was simple, you ran at a changing pace and answered personal questions related to you.
>You passed and was allowed to go change and stay in the room Sunny was holed up in.
>To your chagrin, she is still asleep. Although, on the bright side, she looks extremely cute when sleeping.
>You take a nap and wake up to Sunset's voice.
>A-Anon???
Sunny!
>You run up to her bed to answer her call to you.
Everything's alright, we just passed out in Red Lobster after some dude decided to drop more than enough acid to kill The Beatles in both our mouths.
>"S-shiiiit"
Yes I know. I think we missed that track day too.
>"I don't give a fuck about that race. I give a fuck that we are both still breathing."
>You laugh and hug her still awakening body.
----
>The weeks past fairly quickly. The relationship between you an Sunset Shimmer grew stronger by the day as you go to track days and street race in between track meets.
>During the Fall Formal, you receive a phone call.
Hold Sunny gotta see what this is about.
Hello?
>Hello, you must be the immediate relative to Jay Mous, correct?
Yes, thats my dad, now spit out what you gotta say.
>I'm terribly to bring this news to you but...he had a stroke and he's in critical condition. Come to the Manehattan General Hospital if you to be with him.
That's all you got to say. Also notify the local police department that a tune 2000 Mazda MX-5 Miata that is red, makes lots of noise, and goes very fast will be speeding in the direction of the local hospital.
>"No problem."
>You return to Sunny.
Look I gotta go it's an emergency.
>"Well I'm coming too, we've got the rest of the night to be together."
Hope you run fast then.
>You book it to your car and hop in. The minute you start it up, Sunset is already opening the door and getting in.
Buckle up, this gonna be a wild ride.
>You fill the school parking lot up with smoke, because #HOONING and your pops is most likely on his death bed.
-----
>You rush into the hospital. As if she is already was expecting you to arrive. The receptionist tells you
>"Third floor, room 307."
thankyou!
>You run by at Sanic speed an say screw the elevator and go up the stairs.
>Eventually you make to room 307.
>You stop at the door to room 307. To catch your breath and to let Sunny catch up, but mainly to prepare yourself for what's behind the door.
>You place your hand on the door knob-lever-thing, prepared to open it, yet....you hesitate. Sunny places a hand on your hand.
>"Don't worry if anything happens behind this door, I'm here.
>You look at her and smile, then you open the door.
>I-it's....about time, got over here....
Don't worry pops, I'll get to you funeral faster, god forbid that you die though.
>Heh....I had the feeling you were.......gonna say that...
>You check your surroundings and notice that there isn't any life support system. Only an IV, oxigen tank, and heart monitor.
Thought you were in critical condition.
>Your dad laughs at this.
>"You know your....good ole' man....is fucking...stubborn. Hell, I...even made sure that your mom wasn't called."
I thank you for that...she's a bitch.
>The two of you begin laughing. It ends with an awkward silence.
>"At least I got to meet the beautiful woman that makes my son happy before I die."
>Sunset blushes at this.
>>"Thank you Jay, it is a pleasure to meet you"
>Your dad grabs you arm.
>"Did you tap that, Anon?"
>Now both you and Sunny turn red.
Y-yes, but it was in the middle of Red Lobster and we were both tripping shit off acid.
>Your father explodes into laughter.
>Hahaha...haha..he. I can die a happy man now, simply because of that.
>The heart monitor tones decrease by the second until it flatlined. Your sobs are mixed with the long drone of the monitor.
>The funeral went by very...horribly, like any normal funeral. After the service, you went to the lawyer to discuss the will. Sunset Shimmer is accompanying you.
>"Okay, let us see what your father has left you.....from what it says here...everything. Including the secret project car in the garden shed."
Secret project car?
>He slides a set of keys to you. There's like fucking 35 keys on the ring.
>>"Well damn...he really must have not wanted anyone to know what it is."
I know right...fuck, this outta be good.
---
>You are driving home with Sunny trailing you. She promised that she will brighten up your day; she even winked when she said it in case you were oblivious.
>When you arrive home, you open the door first and toss the key ring on the table. You are heading to you room to just do nothing.
>"I suspected you would do that."
>You look up and see Sunny with her panties in her fingers and slung over her shoulder.
I suspected you were gonna brighten up my day that way.
>You give her a smug look as you say that.
>"Just shut up and fuck me."
>Sunny pushes you into laying on the bed and strips you of your pants and boxers. Anon Jr. makes an appearance.
>"I never truly had any fun with your cock, Anon. Why don't we change that?"
>She hops on top of you and mounts Anon Jr. She moans from getting penetrated by you. Then begins the grinding motion.
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>You take control and flip her on her back and begin to violate her flower.
>You start to increase the pace and turn her into a moaning mess as you are beginning to climax. You feel her inner walls clamp down on you, a clear indication that the same goes for her.
>"A-anon...AHH...please...."
>You take your best guess and cream inside her. She wraps her legs around you, so that means you guessed right. You smile at this playfully.
So what you wanna move in here now? Since you wanted me to cum inside you with no condom?
>She nods.
Well, welcome to the Mous residence.
>You both hug each other and fall asleep.
>Hours later you wake up and head to the kitchen to grab the keys and head out find out what's inside the shed.
I always wondered why we had such a big shed.
>You try like 13 keys before you find the right one and open the padlock. You slide open the door and see another door. With two padlocks.
Shit, dad was really trying to keep this a secret.
>15 more keys later and you open the second door. You open it and see a black tarp over a car.
>You pull the tarp off and reveal a C3 Corvette Stingray convertible. There's a note on the seat.
Huh....
>You pick it up and read it.
>'Anon, my dear son: I have left my project car here as a gift or as part of my will for one reason. To tune it for any purpose either to leave it all original and cruise it, drag it, or track day it. It's all up to you son; there is no worry for parts, for all of them can be found inside this shed. Crate motors, suspension kits, exhaust kits, you name it.'
>A smile grows across your face.
I guess we have a dedicated race car now for Platform 4 Motorsports then...
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