Scootaloo_Type-R - Ass-isting Dash (unfinished)

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>You groggily awaken and turn off your alarm.
>As usual, 5:15 am every three days you prepare for a run.
>First, though, you need get your lazy ass out of bed.
>You get up with a loud "POP!" as you twist to crack your back and attempt to find the chain that switches on your lamp.
>You open up your dresser and toss the performance shorts and shirt onto the bed and proceed to the bathroom and take the morning shit.
>30 minutes later
>You are on the front lawn stretching out your calves. The morning dew soaking the upper of your Pumas.
>A quick re-lace of your shoes and you steadily jog out and begin your route.
>The neighbor's Labrador Retriever runs down the fence line of the yard that confines it with challenging excitement as you pass by.
>You capture the beauty of the horizon as you crest the hill and lengthen your stride to compensate for the sake of energy consumption.
>A mile and a half down, as you're crossing through the park, something catches your eye.
>Something round, baby blue, and has with pinstriping down the sides.
>It's sweet, round, plump booty...and the person who is the proud owner of it is fucking hawt.
>She's currently stretching, her spandex short hardly containing her ass...oh, uh...assets, I mean, booty, aw fuck it, you know what I mean.
>You manage to at least get a look at what her facial features right before you cut out of the park.
>Her hair, bobbed in a tomboy-ish manner, is streaked in different colors like a rainbow.
>Her nose is small and cute, like a button.
>Her lips, though small and thin, are perky in the upper.
>And finally, the most catching part of her, are her magenta eyes; if you were to be looked at by them, you'd feel like you're being stared at by a flower.