>”Ugg, would you just tell me where we’re going already?”
>You turn to your side and look at the blue pony slouched in the car seat, tapping the side of the door with her hoof impatiently.
>Her name was Night Watch, and she was a royal guard pony on mandatory vacation leave from Equestria.
>And to be honest, your relationship with her was... perplexing, to say the least.
>After she had arrive, she had quickly grown bored of her hotel room and spent most of her time with you.
>And only you because you were the only one in the bar drunk enough to take her challenge and fight her.
>She completely kicked your ass in the fight, no doubt about that.
>But, she had also considered you a worthy opponent, “for a human” at least.
>When you woke up the next morning, aside from being sore EVERYWHERE, your home alarm was ringing and she was standing on your chest, complaining about how loud it was.
>While she had expertly managed to pick your locks and enter your home, she hadn’t figured out how to bypass the electronic security measures.
>Much to her disappointment, breaking the control panel by crushing it under her hooves did not disable the alarm.
>After the third day of waking up like this, you just started to leave your window open and your alarm off.
>You are coming up on your destination, so you figure you might as well tell her.
“Alright, so you know how you’ve always wanted to drive a car, but couldn’t?”
>She grunts.
>”Yeah. Something about how you humans don’t think a pony can drive.”
“Right. Well, I found a way around that.”
>That gets her attention.
>Her heavily furred ears flick upwards as she curiously turns towards you.
>”You’re kidding...”
“Nope!” you say, as you pull into the parking lot of your destination. “While we do have laws preventing you from driving a car on a public roadway, we don’t have any laws regarding ponies driving—”
>“—Go Karts,” she finishes, reading the sign over the lot.
“Exactly.”
>You pull into a free parking space and get out. 
>It takes Night Watch a few seconds longer than you to undo her seatbelt, but she gets it off soon enough.
>You’ve learned not to mock her about that, you still have bruises from the first time...
>After she gets out, she unfurls her leathery wings and twists her neck, cracking her joints.
>She’s complained more than once that human chairs are stiff and uncomfortable.
>And yes, leathery wings.
>Night Watch was a member of Equus Chiropteras, an uncommon subspecies of Equus Sapiens.
>As opposed to Equus Sapiens Fugam, instead of feathery wings she had webbed skin.
>Or, if you didn’t want to be specific about genealogy, bat wings.
>Which made her a bat pony.
>And aside from the wings, bat ponies were usually characterised by being nocturnal, preferring a fruit-based diet, slitted eyes, and having fangs.
>The fangs and bat wings made them intimidating, and along with being nocturnal made them a perfect candidate for the royal lunar guards.
>Night Watch was one of these guards, and apparently a very proficient one at that.
>You’d like to believe that her training was why you could only connect two hits during your drunken bar fight with a creature half your weight, and not because you’re a weak-ass pussy faggot.
>...Yeah, r-right.
>Regardless, this was your chance to redeem yourself.
>Her desire to go fast presented an opportunity for you.
>All you had to do was to beat her in this race.
>It shouldn’t be that hard, right?
>Yeah... Totally.
>The first thing you do is pay at the front of the attraction.
>The cashier gives Night Watch a questioning gaze, but when she gives him a toothy grin he gets back to work quickly.
>The two of you get into line.
>Since there’s only one track, and right now it’s being used, you’ll need to wait for the next rotation.
>While waiting, you see two teens and a colt playing on the fence.
>The first teen is tall and skinny, and in addition to having literally the palest skin you’ve seen, is also ridden with acne.
>The colt is less of a pony, and more of a brown blob with hooves attached to various places. Holy shit he is fat.
>The final kid, no doubt the alpha male of the pack, is a short guy who looks like Butch from Fallout. You don’t doubt that the guy spends at least $20 every week on hair products. 
>They look like they’re pointing at you and saying something amongst themselves.
>Wait. Not at you, next to you.
>Night Watch.
>It’s not like they’re trying to be quiet, either.
>”Look at those wings, what a freak!”
>”What’s wrong with her eyes, did her mom have sex with a cat too?”
>”Edgy fangs! Edgy fangs!”
“Hey, you okay?” you ask, more so for the kids’ safety than for hers.
>”I’m fine,” She seethes. “Believe me, I’m used to it.”
>These are the kind of kids who probably brag at school that they go on 4chan and are part of Anonymous, as if it’s some secret club or something.
>And you don’t have any doubt they would be anything other than shitposters.
>Not wanting to press the issue further, you just lean against the fence and wait for your turn.
>After a few more minutes, and a few more insults said loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to not say anything, it’s your turn.
>The gates open, and you, Night Watch, and the group of kids enter the raceway as the previous group leaves.
>After finding and putting on a helmet, you and Night Watch pick out one of the available karts.
