This green was posted in a name these three ponies thread. The ponies ended up being named after three French hatchbacks, and I ended up starting this. Cars are basically my fetish. Maybe I'll finish this, maybe.
 
PART 1
>You are Anon
>Yesterday you'd picked up your Clio III RS200 Cup from renowned RenaultSport tuner KTEC in Dorset who had just fitted you a new catback exhaust, upgraded your cams and done your 70,000 mile cambelt change and service
>Then you’d crossed the channel and were heading across France bound for Monaco
>The plan was to meet up with other lads from the RenaultSport owners club and watch the Grand Prix from Renault’s hospitality suite
>You'd got lost in the dark on your way last night and ended up on a farm trail, so you'd pulled over and slept in your Recaro bucket seats
>The light of sunrise reflecting off the metal flake in your Liquid Yellow paintwork and refracting on its way in through your windscreen upset your sleeping eyes, and woke you up
>Unsure exactly where you were, you go to check Google Maps on your phone, but have no reception
>You fire the naturally aspirated four cylinder, the newly upgraded heart of the car growling into life
>This dirt track had to lead to a paved road eventually, so for now you kept on following it
>The south of France certainly looked a lot more arid than you expected
>Must’ve been a dry season or something
>It was definitely warm
>Luckily, you'd opted for a Clio with the “Lux” package, and that meant that you had automatic climate control in your arsenal of equipment, which you activate at a cooling 16 Celsius
>Still no main road in sight, but it did look like there was a Shell petrol station in the distance ahead
>There was still a third of a tank left in, that'd do you another 100 miles, but you could fill up to be safe
>And you could try your French and get directions
>Now what was Unleaded again? Sans Plomb, or Gazole?
>You ease your foot further down on the throttle, increasing your speed to a comfy 50mph
 
PART 2
>The track was surprisingly smooth, which was good for your back
>The hard suspension paired with the Recaro seats wasn't hugely comfortable on bad surfaces, but you felt fine
>Approaching the service station, you notice it's not a Shell, it was actually lacking any branding, and as you pull onto the loose surface of the forecourt, you realise that's not the only thing it was lacking
>There were no pumps either
>Ah well, it's not like you were desperate for V Power
>The place still had a large convenience store, but again it was eerily devoid of branding
>Still, there was a chance there was someone you could ask for directions, so you pull up under the station structure, climb out of your hot yellow Renault, and head for the store’s doors
>Glancing through the glass as you push the door, you see a bakery counter stocked with presumably fresh bread and pastries, and further shelves in the store stocked with fresh fruit and veg
>This all seemed a bit odd for a petrol station in the middle of nowhere that didn't even have any pumps
>You turn to face the checkout desk as you walk in
>There's a small red horse, probably pony size, stood behind it smiling at you
>”Hi! Can I-”
>The horse had started talking, and you had turned around and left the store
>You take a deep breath hoping to reset your brain, go inside and see people
>But the horse was still there when you went back inside, though it was looking more confused this time
>What the fuck was going on?
>You were way too tired to try and put any reasoning into it
>”Are you ok?”
“Nope”
>”Is there anything I can help you with?”
>You sigh, if this was happening you may as well do what you came here to do, at least she spoke perfect English
“Yeah, I'm try’n’a get to Monaco, but I got lost last night in the dark. You ain't got a map or anything, have you?”
 
PART 3
>She still looks confused
>”I don't think I've ever heard of Monaco”
>She passes you the map you asked for
>”But if it's anywhere near here, it'll be on there!”
>You unfold it and take a look
>Immediately, you could see something was wrong
>The entire land mass was the wrong shape to be any country you knew
>And along the top of the the page was text reading “Equestria”
“Equestria?”
>”Yep!”
>She grins at you, but notices you look concerned
>”You're really lost, huh?”
“Yeah, just a little fuckin’ bit”
>Quite what you were going to do now, you didn't know
>”I like your cart, it's cute. What is it?”
>All of a sudden, this seemed like a conversation you'd had many a time with girls back home
>It distracted you from being lost though
“It's a, uh, Clio RS”
>“Oh my gosh! My name’s Clio!”
>She dashes around the counter and grabs your hand with a hoof somehow, and tries to pull you towards the door
>”C’mon! You have to show me it!”
>You had to admit to yourself, she was pretty cute, and her energetic enthusiasm was the best reaction you had from a girl over your pride and joy, even if she was a horse
>And it was going to take a lot more than just a map to get you to Monaco, so that could wait for the time being
 
PART 4
>You let her pull you outside and in the direction of your car
>”You haven’t told me your name yet!”
>True, you hadn’t
“Oh yeah! I’m, uh, Anon”
>”That’s a weird name”
>You shrug, and unlock your car as you arrive next to it
>Clio begins to walk around your Clio
>”I love the colour! It’s so glittery!”
>You loved having chance to talk about things that made your car special
“That’s RenaultSport I.D. Liquid Yellow J37”
>Christ that was autistic
>It seems to have gone right over her head too
>She was just stood there staring blankly
“It’s Liquid Yellow, it’s a special colour”
>She smiles at you and continues to walk around the car
>”It’s a pretty colour”
>As she wanders around to the back, you open the driver’s side door and check you haven’t left the interior in too bad a mess
>With the exception of a couple of empty crisp packets in the ashtray and a half drunk bottle of Fanta Lemon in the cup holder, it was pretty tidy
>”It even says my name on the back!”
>You grab the Fanta then look over at her as she trots over to you
>She pokes her head in through the door, looking around the inside
>”Oh! You pedal it! I wondered how it worked! But there are three pedals…”
>She looks back at you
>”You only have two legs… Why are there three pedals?”
>Evidently she was just as clueless as most of America
”Because I don’t pedal it.”
>”Then how does it work? What are the pedals for?”
>You grin
“Go get in the other side and I’ll show you”
 
PART 5
>You watch her arse as she canters around to the passenger door
>Then you mentally scold yourself for it
“She is a horse, Anon. Stop. No.”
>She opens the door and climbs in, as do you
>It looked like she was making herself comfortable in the Recaro
“Seatbelt”
>By the look she was giving you, she evidently had no idea what you were talking about
>You choose to demonstrate by putting your own belt on
>Clio follows suit, and looks back at you for approval
“That’s it, you ready for this?”
>”You bet!”
>You begin the anal start procedure that came with having the keyless start of the Lux pack
>Foot on the clutch, foot on the brake, gearbox in neutral, and press the Engine Start button
>The 230hp F4R growls back into life
>Your passenger looks a bit more nervous now
“Sure?”
>She nods weakly back at you, not 100% confident with herself
“I hope so”
>You let out the clutch slowly and roll at your idle RPMs to the edge of the track you’d entered on, and pull onto it
>As soon as you’re pointing straight, your foot goes hard down on the accelerator and the Clio properly takes off
>Clio is thrown back in her seat and squeals, grabbing the door handle and your leg
>”ANOOON! CELESTIA ANON!”
>Your foot stays hard down, only letting up when the clutch went in for a gear change
>Her eyes are tightly shut, and she just about prises them open as you hit the 100mph mark
>”ANON!”
>Very quickly you find yourself bouncing off the limit at the end of 6th
>Your speedo displays 148mph
>You apply your brakes, not at full force, but heavy enough to pull you both forwards in your seats as you slow down to a steady 40
>Glancing across at Clio, she didn’t look impressed
>Maybe you’d gotten a little carried away
“Y-you okay? Clio...”