F1 Anon - Chapter 26

Formula 1 Anon in Equestria - Chapter 26




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>Ponyville. Dawn. Overcast with light showers. 71 degrees.

>The soft pitter-patter of the rain outside is allowing for a very tranquil atmosphere right now.
>The majority of the day yesterday was spent travelling from Fillydelphia to Ponyville by train. Nearly a 10 hour trip.
>So when you finally arrived back to the library. All you could think of was "Bed". Which was expected. Since you're concussed, you couldn't really sleep for the first 24 hours after your accident.
>But now, we're here. You've woken up just after sunrise, although slightly dark because of the rainy overcast.
>Rainbow is curled up next to you, head laying on your chest, still asleep.
>You look down at her ruffled mane and smile to yourself, then rest your head back into your pillow.
>When you think about it. This is probably the one and only time you've actually been 100% comfortable since arriving here.
>You've pretty much been going nonstop since, hell, even before you came to Equestria. You were on the tail end of a Formula One season with championship contention on the line.
>Then ZAP, you're here all of a sudden and the whole sport pretty much follows you. Then, again, business continued as usual.
>This is your first actual break from constant anxiety and worry in an entire years time. It feels fucking fantastic.
>Had to hit a wall at 186 miles per hour before you could feel this way though. Definitely not a pleasant process, that.
>So just savor this moment. You've got someone who cares about you in your arms. A place to sleep, a place to eat, a place to rest.
>Just relax.
>You close your eyes and doze off once more. Enjoying all the calm ambiance that the library provides.

45 minutes later

>"Hey" says a soft raspy voice.
>You open your eyes to see Dash looking up at you from where she was resting.
"Morning" you reply, sounding a little groggy.
>"How are you feeling?" She asks. checking on your condition.
"Like a million bits."
>"Awesome." she replies as she lays her head back down on you, smiling.
"How's my championship leader doing this morning?"
>"Never felt better in my whole life."
>You could say the same. That's being 100% honest too.
>"Mind if we stay like this for a while?" she inquires. Hugging you tighter.
"Well, it's not like we haven't been like this all night."
>"Just a little while longer. Please?"
"Heh. Your wish is my command."
>"Oooh, don't give me that kind of power. You probably won't last long~" She says, giving you a suggestive look.
"Really now? After I recover fully, You're gonna have a hard time keeping up with someone like me."
>"Is that a challenge?" She says, giggling.
"Maybe."
>Dash bites her lip and you ease toward one another. but, just before face contact is made...
*KNock KnOCk KNOcK*
>Oh god dammit.

>And woah, was it just you or did those knocks sound weird? Amplified almost.
>Yeah, you definitely have a concussion, shits fucking with you.
>*sigh* "Yeeeessss?" Dash calls out, annoyed.
>The door opens and Twilight peeks her head in.
>"Hey guys, am I interrupting anything?"
>"What kind of question is that?" Dash retorts.
>"Right, well. I just wanted to let you know that, um, Wonderbolts Racing is in Canterlot. As we speak."
>Well shit.
>There goes helping them out initially. You didn't think they'd be there that quickly.
"I had no idea they were going to be there this early, and leaving for Canterlot is not an option right now."
>"Yeah, Anon needs his rest and he needs me to look after him anyway." Dash adds.
>You look to rainbow and say "Well, the concussion didn't require surgery so I mean-"
>"Shhhhhhhhhh" Dash says as she puts a hoof to your mouth.
>Twilight continues: "No I understand. You do need rest. I'm just wondering. What's your plan gonna be now?"
>Good question.
>After a quick thought, you say "Let's see what happens when they're on their own. If their appeal gets denied, I'll head up there on Saturday and see if I can do anything about it."
>"Good luck." Twilight states. "Once an appeal is denied they almost always never go back on it."
"There's always a first time for everything."
>"Alright, whatever you say Anon. If you guys need anything, just say so." Twilight says as she closes the bedroom door.

>"I don't think she believes you're gonna be able to help them." Rainbow says propping herself up on her arm.
"It's gonna be tough, but I feel I'm the only person here that will have any chance at helping them." you say while lying your head back down.
>"I believe you can."
"Huh."
>That's a change. Two days ago you could've sworn she wanted Spitfire gone.
"You think so?"
>"Duh. But we'll save that for Saturday." Dash says as she positions herself to where shes on top of you, looking down directly into your eyes. "Now, where were we?"
"Not too far now Rainbow, Don't fry my brain already."
>"If you think making out is a 'strenuous activity', I don't even want to know what you think racing out on track is."
"Good point, don't expect alot out of me just yet though."
>"No worries, Just relax and I'll take care of the rest." Dash says as she leans in and puts her lips to yours.


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>Canterlot. Morning. Partly cloudy with distant overcast. 80 degrees.

>Soarin is sitting outside the F1 Court of Appeals building in the center of Canterlot. Waiting.
>And waiting.
>For what seems like an eternity.
>He knows court processes take forever usually, having been present for many in his military service, but this.
>This has been something else.
>After having yet another young filly approach him for an autograph, He notices his teammate and crew chief exiting the front doors.
>*Well, here we go.* He thinks to himself.
>Spitfire looks pretty annoyed. This gains Soarin's interest as he was expecting either relief or disappointment.
>This is definitely weird.
>Spitfire and Fleetfoot walk up to Soarins position. "So what was the verdict?" Soarin asks.
>"Apparently" Fleetfoot starts. "Something came up that required the Princesses attention at the Crystal Empire."
>"What does that mean for us?" Soarin says.
>"They're going to have to get back to us on Saturday." Spitfire states.
>"Well that's bullshit." Says Soarin. "Is the situation something that we need to be worried about as a squadron and not as a racing operation?"
>"They didn't disclose that information with us. So it's obviously not of dire importance." Says Spitfire.
>Soarin continues. "So they just took our appeal and filed it away for Saturday?"
>"Pretty much." says Fleet.
>"That does not bode well for you Spits."
>"I know Soarin. I know."
>Fleetfoot takes in a large breath, exhales, and says "Welp. I know you probably don't want to hear this Spitfire, but just in case, we're gonna need to start talking about a replacement driver. I cant afford only having one car out there at Ponyville."
>Spitfire closes her eyes. Wincing at the thought. But, an operation is an operation and it has to go on.
>"I know of a promising cadet from the academy. She's a bit volatile, but we could channel her energy." says Spitfire.
>Soarin, worried, says "You're not talking about Lightning Dust are you? I don't see how that is a good idea."
>"Do you want this team to win or not?" Spitfire bites back.
>All Soarin does is sigh. He says to himself *Not if it might cause one of the biggest accidents we have yet to see.*
>"Fleetfoot, give Lightning Dust a call. Put her in a car on Thursday at EquineRing for a test session. If I'm not gonna be able to race, she is our only shot at that 200,000 bits." says Spitfire.
>"Roger that ma'am" Fleetfoot says.


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>Back in Ponyville

>Both you and Rainbow finally exit your bedroom about an hour and a half after you awoke.
>After a shared yawn, You look to her while scratching your head and say:
"Thanks for the um, breakfast, Dash."
>"It was my pleasure Anon. literally."
>Yeah, things might have escalated back there.
>okay, not "might have". Did escalate.
>Overhearing you, Twilight walks in from the next room and says "Oh hey, you guys ate already?"
>You share a quick glance with Dash, the both of you smiling, then you both look back to Twi.
"Yeah sure."
>"Alright cool, that's less groceries I have to buy this morning. I'll be back in a bit."
"Wait! Wait a second." You call out before Twi exits. "Go ahead and get something anyway. It was a very... 'low impact' breakfast."
>Rainbow stifles a laugh.
>Well, it was. You are concussed after all.
"We might be hungry later."
>"ooookay. More food, got it." Twi says as the door shuts behind her.
>Rainbow looks to you and says "Really? 'Low impact'?"
"What? It worked didn't it?"
>"Yes. But wow."
"Think you could have come up with something better?" you say as you go to the table and take a seat.
>"Oh I dunno. I probably would have gone with something more subtle, like we had a 'light' breakfast?"
>That... might have been better.
"Whatever. We had the breakfast of champions this morning anyway, so today is starting off well I'd say."
>"'Breakfast of champions.'" Dash says to herself. "I like that. I like that alot."
"You do?" you say, smiling with a quirked eyebrow.
>"I want that embroidered on my racing suit. Yours too. When you're back of course."
>Ho boy. Are we gonna be James Hunt-ing this shit?
>Yeah. We're gonna James Hunt this shit.
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