[Classic FR] NASCAR

>Day National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing in Equestria.
>Wake up.
>It feels like it's been quite a while since you've done this.
>But you know it was only yesterday...
>You shrug it off, doing your morning routine was like riding a bike.
>Or driving a car.
>You face grows sullen at the thought that you'll likely never drive another car in your life.
>You sigh.
>Oh well, sulking won't get you anywhere.
>You idly run your hand over a model car you've been whittling from memory.
Whelp... Time to start the day.
>Knock knock.
>Figures...
>Time to go see how Fluttershy plans to ruin your day this time.
>You answer the door.
>Fluttershy just hovers in your doorway.
>She doesn't seem to have any kinky bondage stuff today.
>Maybe she's done trying to guess your fetish?
>Well, if that were the case, this wouldn't be Flutterrape, would it?
>"Hi Anon. H-How are you today?"
Fine Fluttershy... What are you doing here? You know I haven't even showered yet...
>For a moment her eyes get wide and her wings lock up, temporarily causing her to lose stability in her flight.
>"Umm... I was just wondering if you'd like to go see a race today?"
>You mull the idea over for about half a second.
Nah.
>"But, but..." Fluttershy stammers.
I'm not really interested in watching you p0nies run around. I see that enough, as is.
>She starts to shake her head. "Oh no, Anon. I'm talking about a NASCAR race."
>You get a tiny bulge in your pants.
>Did she just say...?
>But that's impossible here.
>Wait...
>How did she even know you liked NASCAR?
>Flashbacks of you hanging out with the Mane Six fill your memories.
>...
Just like back home, we had this thing called NASCAR.
>...
Every year my dad and I would fly out to Daytona to watch NASCAR.
>...
I'd always grown up wanting to be a NASCAR driver.
>...
>Well, maybe that explains it a little bit...

>You focus your attention back to the mustard-colored mare.
But how could you possibly?
>"Oh, I talked to Twilight and-"
>Your eyes narrow.
Magic...
>It's. Always. Fucking. Magic.
>But you guess you shouldn't complain.
>That is, if p0nies know anything about legitimate NASCAR...
>Actually, that's a good point.
Fluttershy, what do you even know about NASCAR?
>"Oh, I found out lots of things, Anon." She grins at you and lands.
>"Did you know that the first few Daytona 500's weren't actually 500 miles?"
>Of course you knew that.
What else you got?
>She giggles. "Well, I learned some silly stuff too. Did you know that racecar is the same spelled forwards and backwards?"
>You think for a second, but before you can do any mental processing, Fluttershy adds:
>"I'd like you to think of doing me the same forwards and backwards too."
>She winks at you, turns around, bends over, shakes her plot, and winks again.
>You nearly retch at the sight.
>But the thought of actually being able to watch a race keeps you focused.
>You shake your head and take a breath.
So what do you have lined up? Something like the Indy 500?
>She turns back to face you. "Something like that. I like to call it the 'In-Me 500.' It's 500 laps of love."
>You don't think you like where this is going...
>"You start in my mouth, then go around-"
>Nope.
>You plug your ears with your fingers and start mumbling.
Lalalalala, I'm not listening.
>Once she seems done, you remove your make-shift earplugs.
>But she wasn't finished...
>She takes a breath. "And if you need a pit stop, there's always my chocolate st-starfish."
>She blushes.
>You hurl.
>And slam the door.
>Maybe you should have done that in a different order.
>Now you have vomit all over your door and shoes.
>And you won't be getting to see any NASCAR.
>But at least you won't be-
>Fucking Fluttershy.