>Day 103 in Equestria.
>You are Anonymous.
>And fuck Soarin.
>You, he, Shining Armor, and Maya are currently sitting in a modified version of your rally car. And by modified you mean the roll cage had been removed so a rear seat of sorts could be installed.
>That engineer of Celestia’s was a top bloke. You’d have to thank him if you weren’t murdered by one of the hundreds of lust-filled mares outside your garage.
>Murdered may be a slight exaggeration… but you’d all like to keep your rape-virginities intact.
>Well, they wouldn't rape Maya—you hope—but you weren't about to leave her there.
>After all, there's no reason to give them a chance to use her against you.
>Luckily for you, Shiny was very good at creating force fields. So your door-less garage isn’t being flooded with the mares.
“This is a REALLY fucking stupid idea.”
>SA: “I’m going to have to agree with Anon on this one.”
>Soar: “Chill out guys… this is going to be bucking sweet.”
“No, it really fucking isn’t. If I slip up, we are all going to die.”
>SA: “Or worse…”
>Soar: “So don’t.”
“Yeah… easy for you to say.”
>SA: “Can we just get going? They’re starting to get a bit restless out there.”
“Okay, everybody ready?”
>Soar: “Yeah.”
>SA: “Yes.”
>M: *Bark*
>That was…odd.
>You start the engine and begin to inch forward.
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Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srKhvIQfzew
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“When you’re ready, Shiny.”
>SA: “Okay… 3… 2…”
>You floor the accelerator, causing a series of loud bangs to erupt out of the exhaust.
>SA: “1…”
 
 
>Shining Armor parts a section of the mares with his magic, just wide enough for the car to fit through. You drop the clutch and launch out of the garage, through your makeshift anti-mare tunnel.
>The sheer amount of mares waiting outside for you is mind blowing. Inside the garage you couldn't see beyond the few front rows. But now, charging through Canterlot's main road... it really put the whole 'estrus' thing in perspective for you.
>Most of the mares weren't daft enough to actually dive in front of the car, and Shiny sorted out the ones who were.
>There it is... Canterlot's main gate. Time to get off this fucking cobblestone.
>You shift up and bury the throttle, wanting to get out of this city ASAP.
>Soar: "Oh buck..."
>This can't be good...
"What?"
>He draws your attention to the slender unicorn ahead of you.
>It had to be her.
>Of course it did...
"Shiny... could you move her now, please?"
>SA: "I... can't. She’s blocking me"
"WELL THAT'S JUST FUCKING GREAT."
>Soar: "Whoa... calm down bro."
>Fuck this shit.
>Fuck these mares.
>And fuck Soarin.
>You drop down a gear and hit the redline. A trio of loud backfires emit from the exhaust.
>A few of the chasing mares back off. But Fleur remains still.
>If she wants to play this game, so be it.
>You jump back up a gear and lock your arms in place.
>Everyone falls silent as you race towards Fleur.
>Move...
>SA: "Uhh, Anon."
>Move you bitch...
>Soar: "She ain't moving bro."
>You let out an earth shattering roar in your frustration. Ripping the E brake, you wrench the steering to the right. The tires scream in agony as the rear slides along the cobblestone surface.
>You snatch third and straighten up along the street you've turned into.
 
 
>Looking ahead, something dawns on you.
"Guys..."
>"Yeah?" they both reply in unison.
"Dead end."
>They look forward, only to have their eyes shrink to the size of pinpricks and their ears droop down.
>It wasn't wide enough to turn around in. And with the mob behind you, that wasn't such a good idea anyway.
>The alley stretched out a little ways ahead before ending at the castle walls.
>At this point Shiny is freaking out. He begins arguing with Soarin—arguing doesn't fit this situation, it was more yelling various p0ny related obscenities at him—but it all seems to fall on deaf ears as Soarin just stares ahead of you.
>Soar: "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yup."
>You flatten the accelerator and ascend the gears, making a beeline for the series of wooden boards patching a section of the castle walls.
>Shiny is too busy giving Soarin an earful to notice what you’re doing, which was probably a good thing or he would have tried to stop you.
>The castle walls start to close in and you call for everyone to hold tight.
>The wooden boards shatter into tiny pieces as you pass through the patched section in the wall. The rev counter jumps to the redline as the car leaves the ground.
>Flashing a quick glance in the rear view mirror shows a series of faces watching you from the hole in the castle walls, Fleur included.
>Not today bitch.
>The jolt from the suspension brings you back to the task at hand. You flick the steering wheel to the left and give the E brake a tug, making the back step out. You catch it moments later with a little opposite lock.
 
 
>You let out a very audible sigh of relief as the ground levels out and the car settles in on the road. You do a quick check of the cockpit to make sure everyone is okay.
>Soarin = Ecstatic…
>Maya = Fine.
>Shiny = Appears to be visiting Mars, but otherwise fine.
>Soar: “THAT WAS BUCKING SWEET, ANON!”
“FUCK YEAH IT WAS!”
>Soar: “YOU WERE LIKE…”
>SA: “Er... I hate to interrupt… but the mares are back.”
>Indeed they were. In fact, they were right on your tail. Time to kick it up a notch.
>You drop it down a gear and floor it. The tires find grip on the dirt surface and leave the mares in a cloud of dust. They may have had an advantage in Canterlot, but out here… you were in your element and they had no chance.
>You’re feeling pretty smug with yourself, until you look in the mirror.
>Fucking pegasi.
>You head for one of the many forest roads around Canterlot. It should be easy to lose them in all the twists and turns.
>Soar: "Oh shit..."
"What?"
>Soar: "Uhhh... d-don't worry about it. It's not a problem."
“Really..? Because it sounds like a problem.”
>Soar: "It's fine; she shouldn't be too much trouble."
"She..? Oh..."
>The set of fiery orange eyes outside your window is all you need to see to understand Soarin's concern.
>It had to be her…
>Spitfire.
>She may be smirking but you can still see a hint of the pained expression she had on when you had told her that you weren't spending estrus with her.
>That was a FUN conversation.
>You had told her you already had plans for estrus with Soarin (which, admittedly, you could have worded better).
 
 
>Truth be told, that was only part of the reason for you bailing on her. The idea of sleeping with a mare was still an oddity to you.
>Yes it felt good.
>Yes it was probably the only sexual release you were going to get as long as you were here.
>Yes it was in fact becoming easier.
>But a whole week alone with a sex crazed mare?
>No thanks.
>Not yet anyway...
>A hoof hitting your window snaps you out of your little flashback.
>Right... still being chased by cock hungry mares.
>You storm into the forest with the mares hot on your tail. Let’s see if they can keep up with this.
>You tug the E brake and turn into the corner. The tail steps out and sends a wave of dirt flying out into the trees. The mares take the corner just as easily as expected, but they didn’t seem to consider how close they were to the car.
>Flooring the throttle as the car straightens out sends a nice spray of dirt and grit behind you and right into the faces of the mares. It may seem a little mean but whatever gives you an edge is good in your books.
>Some of them back off, thinning out the mob slightly. The look of determination on a lot of their faces tells you that a little dirt won’t deter them. You guess endurance is going to be your best bet to outrun these mares.
>The road stretches out dead straight ahead of you, time to make them work for it.
>You make every shift count, being careful not to hit the rev limiter before you change up. The gap between you and the mob begins to increase, save a few of the faster ones, Spitfire included.
>The next corner rockets into view; a rather sharp hairpin bend. Let’s see how they cope with this.
 
 
>You give the E brake an almighty pull and wrench the steering wheel to the right. The car locks up all four wheels and slides around so you are now facing the mob behind you.
>Despite the obvious complaint in the form of a rather loud crunch from the gearbox, you manage to find first gear. You floor the accelerator as the car’s inertia causes you to slide backwards.
>The wheels start to find grip on the dirt. You nudge the steering to the left as the front tires clip the apex.
>Now facing the right way down the next section of the track, you quickly move through the gears, trying to put as much distance between you and the mares as possible.
>They round the corner just as you turn in to the next one. If you remembered correctly, this particular track got very twisty and very densely covered, which was both good and bad.
>Good, because the mares would have trouble seeing you after having rounded the corners.
>Bad, because the more trees there were, the more things you could wrap the car around. And with the roll cage removed… that wouldn’t be a very pleasant outcome.
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>Twenty minutes of vigorous driving and a few close calls later, a most glorious view appeared in front of you.
>A split in the track.
>The right led to some town called P0nyville. Considering a town is where you least want to be given your current situation, you head left.
>The mares were back far enough that they wouldn’t see which path you took. They would, however, see the tread marks left by the tires and there wasn’t much you could do about that.
>Unless…
“Shiny, could you like, rub out the tracks we’re leaving in the dirt?”
>SA: “I could, why?”
 
 
“No time to explain, just do it.”
>A pale pink aura envelops Shining’s horn and the tread marks left behind you are effectively erased.
>The noise from the car would be another dead giveaway, but thanks to the layout of the landscape, the sound echoes throughout the forest making it extremely difficult to pinpoint.
>The track throws a series of tight S bends at you in quick succession; the toll of driving this hard for this amount of time starts to show as your racing lines get a bit sloppy.
>Luckily for you, the mares seem to have completely given up so you relax a little, much to the dismay of Soarin.
>Soar: “What the buck are you slowing down for?”
“C’mon Soarin, we haven’t seen a trace of them for the last five minutes.”
>Soar: “They could still be right around that last corner.”
>SA: “I highly doubt that, Soarin.”
“Yeah, just lighten up, relax a little.”
>Soar: “But… it was awesome when they were right behind us.”
“Every moment can’t be awesome, Soarin. If every moment was awesome, none of them would be. You need the highs and you need the lows.”
>Soar: “…That was deep, bro.”
“Totally.”
>This more relaxed pace allows you to take in some of the scenery. It seems like the trees are starting to thin out… and die, actually.
>In fact, the track just seems to end up ahead. There’s a clearing with a few dead trees surrounding it.
>Soar: "Great... where do we go now?"
"Maybe we could stop up there. I'm pretty keen for a rest, actually."
>SA: "That may not be the best idea..."
"And why's that?"
>You turn to look at Shiny in the back seat, but something catches your eyes out the rear window.
>Well shit…
 
 
>There certainly wasn't as many as earlier, but that didn't matter. Because what you were left with now were the most determined of the group.
>And they’re gaining on you, fast.
>Fuck…
>This is bad.
>If you turn back they’ll surround you… but if you keep going you’ll smack right into a series of dead trees.
>Dead trees…
“Shiny, I need you to put a shield in front of the car.”
>SA: “Anon… that really isn’t…”
“JUST DO IT.”
>A pale pink dome appears in front of the car and contours to the front end. Let’s hope this works.
“Hold on guys.”
>M: *bark*
“…and girl.”
>You bury the accelerator and rocket toward the end of the track. You can see through the thin patch of dead trees that there is some form of wasteland on the other side.
>Shifting up to the final gear, you brace yourself for impact, as do the others.
>The first few trees are barely noticeable, as thin as they are.
>Maybe it won’t be so bad af…
>An ear-splitting crack rings through the cockpit. You’re thrown forward, only to be snapped back by your harness. The air is forced out of your lungs and your vision clouds over for a moment.
>You gasp for air but only manage a few small wheezes. The car spears off to the side and your heart skips a beat as the gravity shifts.
>The feeling makes you want to vomit but it’s all too clear in your mind that if the car rolls, everyone is as good as dead.
>You struggle with the wheel in your dazed state. The suspension howls in pain as the left tires smack back down on the hard earth beneath you.
>The tail whips around to the other side. If the car spins out, that’s it, game over.
 
 
>You grip the wheel and fight it as best you can. The slide felt like it lasted a life time, the car dancing with the point of no return.
>Slowly, the car starts to point in the right direction again. You feel a wave of relief wash over you as your senses return to normal.
“Is everybody alright?”
>Soar: “Me and Maya are fine dude, but I’m not sure about Shiny…”
>You glance at the back seat and see Shining curled up in a ball, emitting a low groaning noise.
>Good, he’s still conscious, looks like he really felt the impact on his shield. Poor guy…
>You feel a pang of guilt for making him come on this escapade. But feeling guilty won’t save your rape virginities.
>Your original guess of the area being a wasteland was spot on. It appeared to be some form of badlands. The vastness of it was staggering; the ground was pretty much flat until you hit all the rock formations in the distance. Maybe you’d be able to lose them amongst it all.
>Whatever you do, it has to be fast. All this driving is really taking its toll on the group.
>You roar away from the mob of mares. They won’t be able to keep up with you out here.
>And they weren’t, it must be rather tiring to fly this fast.
>That’s when you notice three of them surge out of the group. It doesn’t take long before you can make them out.
>Spitfire, Misty and Fleetfoot.
>Of course it had to be three Wonderbolts…
>It doesn’t take long to hit two hundred, yet they still manage to just creep up on you.
>As you pass 210 the car starts to float around on the surface, one slight overcorrection and you were toast. But the pedal stays welded to the floor. Surely they couldn’t keep up this pace for long.
 
 
>Spitfire comes up alongside your window like she had done previously. She gives you a devious smile. This side of Spitfire was starting to scare you a bit.
>Fleetfoot and Misty come alongside the opposite window, wearing the same smiles as Spitfire.
>Soar: “GET US THE BUCK OUT OF HERE MAN.”
“I’M TRYING.”    
>You were almost upon the rock formations. They would be faster than you in these tight spaces so you’d have to be smart instead.
>Or… really stupid.
>You rip the E brake and slam on the regular brakes. The three mares go shooting past you and disappear behind a series of rocks.
>You dive down another opening in the formations; they would be back on you in moments, so time was of the essence. Desperately searching for somewhere to hide, a cave opening appears to your right.
>It was a long shot, but it was your best chance at losing them.
>The opening is just wide enough to fit through; luckily, it seems to open up more the deeper you go.
>After venturing a little deeper into the cave you bring the car to a halt, satisfied that you had lost your pursuers.
>Everyone remains silent for a few minutes. You hear voices echo down the cave accompanied by the sound of flapping wings.
 
 
>But that’s all it amounts to: sounds echoing around the cave. They eventually fade along with the small amount of light that was seeping through the cave entrance.
>A blanket of darkness falls upon the cave. It gives the whole situation a rather eerie feeling. You flip on the cockpit light and glance back at Shining Armor. He seems okay for the most part.
“Hey man, how you feeling back there?”
>SA: “Fine,” he coughs out. “Can we just make camp and get some rest?”
“Sure thing, Shiny.”
>Admittedly, you were feeling pretty tired yourself.
>SA: “…and Anon.”
“Yeah?”
>SA: “Don’t do that again.”
>You chuckle, [spoiler][/spoiler]“I don’t plan on it.”
>End of Day One.