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- >You're Anon.
- >A kid with a car that has a mind of it's own.
- >A '69 GTO in British Racing Green, a standard model, just with Ram Air IV
- >A Gran Turismo Omologato really had everyone beat, until that one fateful afternoon.
- >"Three, Two, One, GO!"
- >Rainbow Dash, in her skimpy outfit, waved a green flag down and ran past your cars.
- >The opponent of the day, an unknown racer in a gray outifit with a '64 Impala SS 396.
- >You could easily beat it.
- >The clutch was pounded down by your boot.
- >Your Pon Pon's engine roared, as your tires created a thunderhead with all the smoke.
- >The Impala had a leg up on you.
- >Your time: 12.43.
- >The Impala's time: 11.89.
- "Holy shit.'
- >"How the fuck did you lose?"
- >Flash Sentry, your mechanical guy, ran right up to you.
- "I don't know. I let the clutch down, shifted it right, pressed the gas. That's never lost, that GTO."
- >"Yeah, well you might as well be short of a sponsor if you don't beat the next muscle car down that salt flat, you hear me?"
- "I hear you."
- >"Now get your shit together."
- >Jesus, Flash had quite the unique way with the English language.
- >You learn the driver of the Impala is an unknown racer named Silk Screen.
- >Kind of like The Stig from Top Gear, you guess.
- >You get back in the GTO and load it back on the open trailer and haul it home in your Ram 2500, contemplating how you lost.
- >That car couldn't have just a 396 in there.
- >Maybe a 409.
- >Or maybe you did fuck up the clutch, or too much wheelspin.
- >"How was it, son?"
- "It was horrible, ma."
- >"Why's that?"
- "I lost to some masqueraded kid in a 409 Impala."
- >"Oh, baby, it's nothing to be that upset about."
- "Well...I don't know about all that."
- >"Oh, Anon. Just shake it off and win the next one!"
- "If you say so..."
- >You stumble out to the garage and look over the Pontiac.
- >What could've happened?
- >More importantly, who the hell was Silk Screen?
- >You open the hood and check all the systems.
- >They run fine.
- >Was the GTO too slow?
- >You had to look further.
- >You had to look further.
- >"Hey Anon, what do you need?"
- "You have any information on a racer named Silk Screen?'
- >"I do, just come down to the library, and I'll meet you with some info."
- "Thanks, bye."
- >You hop in the truck and drive to the library.
- >Twilight was there waiting for you at a table.
- >"Hey, so I wanted you to see these."
- >It was a Motor Trend magazine with this kid's outfit on the cover.
- >"I allegedly have some claims from some close friends that Octavia is Silk Screen, but Vinyl tells me that Octavia is too composed and preppy for that kind of activity. I doubt it's any of us, it's not me for certain, so I've just got some background."
- "Thanks for the help."
- >"No problem."
- >Reading through Twilight's evidence, you see that this racer does indeed run with a '64 Impala SS 409. It was silver with purple pinstriping and black aluminum interior.
- >Nothing outside of the ordinary.
- >But nothing pointed to why or how your GTO lost, besides the obvious of you either fucking up or it was just too slow or too heavy.
- >Obviously by the figure of said racer, Silk Screen was a girl.
- >Just to add to your shame.
- >But naturally, the Chevy intake would give less horses than the RAIV's hydralic lift system.
- >But the 409 had 425 hp, the GTO had 360 hp.
- >You had to solve this shit on the track.
- >But first, sleep was the first priority.
- *Hours later*
- >You woke up the next morning, around 10:30.
- >The next tournament was at 12, so you had a little leeway.
- >After getting the morning in order, which took about an hour, you head off to the strip.
- >"First round: Silk Screen and Anonymous."
- >Fuckin' great.
- >You mounted into the GTO and pulled up to the line.
- >The Pontiac slowed to a stop, just as the Impala spun it's wheels for show,
- >"Three, two, one, Go!"
- >Dash paraded back and forth down the center aisle, and off you went.
- >You memorized the shift points, and put the clutch down at the right points.
- >It was a margin, but the GTO pulled ahead, and still didn't win.
- >You go back to the Airstream you leave at the track, alongside everyone else's, and walk inside.
- >Unlike your house, it was quite tidy.
- >You sat down and contemplated for a minute, just as the door opened.
- >It was the racer.
- "Hey, I've got--"
- >The racer stripped off the helmet, then shook around a bundle of onyx black hair.
- >It was Octavia, her deep purple hazy eyes staring into yours.
- ">You were saying?"
- "Uh..."
- >"Hm~?"
- "N-Nothing. Wait...What are you here for?"
- >She took a seat next to you, her platinum jumpsuit shining with the natural light.
- >"Same reason you're here."
- "Because...I was trying to think about the race...?"
- >"Well..."
- >She tried to sustain a little giggle there at that point.
- >"I was trying to figure out why I kept beating you."
- "So you came here to talk about it?"
- >"Not necessarily..."
- >Her preppy voice had a waver to it,>implying something
- >"What are you talking about?"
- >She stood up in front of you, you were sitting down.
- >Then she proceeded to reach for her collar, and with a long but swift motion, she unzipped the length of her bodysuit.
- >After that, she peeled it off to reveal her naked body.
- "Oh."
- >"Mmhmm~"
- >You saw the complete outline of her, with the exception of her feet, because she kept her boots on.
- "B-B..."
- >She looked up, her dark violet eyes piercing yours.
- >Her hand moved to your face, then moved to a finger over your mouth.
- >"Shh."
- >Heeding Octavia's advice, you stay silent.
- >While she still stares at you, one of her hands moved down to your pants, doing the obvious.
- >This was getting good.
- >Letting out your tented-up erection, she began licking around the tip before completely enveloping it in between her lips.
- >It was hard to stay silent, as her soft moans and yours accompanied each other in harmony.
- >Then, she stopped.
- >It was then that she stood back up and sat on your lap, as her fluids leaked onto your lap.
- ">You were saying?"
- "Uh..."
- >"Hm~?"
- "N-Nothing. Wait...What are you in here for?"
- >She took a seat next to you on the couch, her platinum-foil jumpsuit shining with the natural light coming from the window.
- >"Same reason you're here."
- "Because...I was trying to think about the race...?"
- >"Well..."
- >She tried to sustain a little giggle there at that point.
- >"I was trying to figure out why you kept losing."
- "So you came here to talk about it?"
- >"Not necessarily..."
- >Her preppy voice had a waver to it,>implying something
- >"What are you talking about--MMF!"
- >She caught you off guard with a sudden kiss.
- >Octavia didn't hold anything back either, tongue and all.
- >It seemed like it lasted forever, with how soft her lips were.
- >She pulled away, her tongue trailing away from yours, a strand of saliva hanging between your mouths.
- >Then she properly stood up in front of you, as you were sitting down.
- >Then she proceeded to reach for the collar of her suit, and with a long but swift motion, she unzipped the length of her bodysuit.
- >After that, she peeled it off to reveal her naked, shapely body.
- "Oh."
- >"Mmhmm~"
- >You could see a complete outline of Octavia, her slightly broad shoulders, the curves that trailed down to her hips, which in turn led to a purple tattoo of a treble clef.
- >Not to forget about her ample C-cups.
- >As per your instincts, your eyes shot to her midsection, where you could see that a preppy girl like her would be neatly trimmed.
- >After tossing away the bodysuit, she kneeled down in front of you.
- >She looked up, her dark violet eyes giving a piercing gaze to yours.
- >Her hand moved to your face, then moved her index finger over your mouth.
- >"Shh."
- >Heeding Octavia's advice, you stayed silent.
- >While she still stared at you, one of her hands moved down to your pants, doing the obvious action of undoing your pants and unzipping them.
- >This was getting good.
- >Letting out your pent-up erection, she promptly began your session by licking around the tip before completely enveloping your length in between her lips.
- >It seemed as if she played a cello as well as she jacked a guy off.
- >It was hard to stay silent, as her soft moans and yours accompanied each other in harmony, as she continued her sensual movements.
- >Then, she stopped abruptly, stood back up, and sat on your lap, as her fluids leaked onto your lap from her own exposed private area.
- >She moved her hips forward, clutching Anon Jr. between her surprisingly muscular thighs.
- >She gave a little giggle, then moved slightly forward.
- >"Oh~!"
- >She gave an extremely loud moan as you could feel the tenderness of her insides.
- >Octavia was pretty tight, alright.
- >And judging by the feel, she was sopping wet.
- "Octavia---"
- >She silenced you with a swift tongue kiss to the mouth, as you and her moaned in harmony as you let yourself loose inside her.
- >The silence was soon sliced with the sounds of you and Octavia moaning increasingly louder, and a slow, but steady, rhthym of wet smacking as you entered in and out of her.
- >"Ooh...Mmm..."
- >It seemed it was hard for her to speak with an accent such as hers.
- >Then again, you two were fucking like animals.
- >She seemed to have collapsed onto your shoulders, slinging her arms around your neck, as you hammered away.
- >After a while, it seemed that she stopped moving. To halt this you planted your hands firmly on her ass, and moved it back and forth forcefully, as she moaned in delight.
- >"Oh...Mnh, Anon!"
- >Octavia's scream cut through the silence as she screamed out your name, and in doing so, you felt her temperarure flush as a river of liquid coated your crotch.
- >You continued to fuck Octavia mercilessly, until you felt an orgasm coming on.
- "Mnnnf...Octav--"
- >You can barely finish her name just as you shoot your load into her.
- >Immediately, you slouched back in the couch you sat on, as Octavia lay motionless on top of you.
- Immediately, you slouched back in the couch you sat on, as Octavia lay motionless on top of you.
- "Oh, Anon. That was great."
- You can barely speak between breaths.
- "Yeah...It was..."
- Then another thing came.
- You still had a tournament outside.
- "Hey Octavia."
- "Yes~?"
- "You still have to race, right?"
- >"Oh, damn! You're right!"
- She scrambled up and off from you, and immediately grabbed her bodysuit.
- "Uhm, Anon..."
- "Hm?"
- >"Keep this little encounter a secret, could you?"
- "Yeah, sure...Wait!"
- "What?"
- "How have you been beating me, really?"
- "Mmm...lady luck."
- "Really."
- "And a little..."
- She mumbled something,it was clearly inaudible.
- "What did you say?"
- "Nitrous..."
- "You've been boosting?!"
- "Yeah..."
- >You opened the door to the trailer, and the both of you, sweaty and exhausted, stumbled out.
- >"Dude, Anon, where the fuck have you been?"
- "I was just discussing some race rivalry."
- >"Well, your fucking 'chat' lasted 45 minutes, and the holdup is maximum!"
- "Just chill."
- >"I'll fucking chill when..."
- >Flash went on a rant, as you zoned out and thought about Octavia.
- >Who would've thought your greatest rival would then become the chick you'd end up doing it with in your trailer?
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