>...-= Frocktrade =-...
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBhqOvhy-6o
 
>'Laws are going to be broken today'
 
>The gauge continued to climb rapidly and at an alarming rate.
 
>Sunset, the young desperado pushed her wits and sanity through the will of her iron steed.
 
>The bike tore through traffic, weaving in and out between the other motorists holding her back.
 
>She broke through the line of vehicles and found herself ahead of the pack.
 
>Nothing but open highway ahead of her.
 
>Sunset stood up on the standpegs, pressing her face further into the chapping winds, and for a moment achieved zen-like serenity.
 
>As she stood, the furious winds caught ahold of her vulnerable skirt and tore her frock up and over her waist.
 
>The assaulting breeze enshrouded her thighs and pantied-ass. A tingling and warm sensation erupted in the corners of her eyes as she struggled with the flapping skirt.
 
>A staccato of horns and cheering came from oncoming traffic, bringing further attention to her. Sunset's teeth clenched in embarrassment and her cheeks flushed bright red as she quelled her inner-lust for gasoline and rapidity, slowing the bike substantially.
 
>As she began to slow, and direct the bike towards the shoulder, a thought crept up in the back of her mind...
 
>She bolted the bike forwards, righting it back onto the road and reaching its top acceleration in a matter of seconds.
 
>She stood proudly on the standpegs, a demonic smile emblazoned across her lips.
 
>With one hand on the handlebars, her other hand snaked down her belly and to her waistband
 
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>Sunset curled her fingers around the skirt and angrily tore it away with one pull. Her lip quivered, an erotic gasp escaped her lips as the bike continued to conquer the highway ahead of her.
 
>'Oh God~'
 
>Her jacket and burning mane flapped wildly as the wind tore through her. Her hand continued downwards, tracing the inside of her thigh with her fingernail. She arched her back and leaned forward further, her rump exposed to the traffic behind her.
 
>'Mmmmf~'.
 
>With two fingers she drew them across the outline of her wetting vulva through her spankies. Her heart pumped recklessly, the adrenaline rippled across her body.
 
>'Ahhhh~ Yes!'
 
>She glared back at her onlookers and smiled, giving her booty a firm spank, taunting the tortoises behind her.
 
>Sunset clenched her lip in between her teeth and rested her grip back down on the handlebar. She panted heavily, trying to come down off of her adrenaline high.
 
>Unfortunately, one couldnt go on a cross country adventure in nothing but a pair of red underwear...
 
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>A fast approaching Exit seemed the perfect opportunity to escape before some angry mother alerted the police.
 
>She threw herself and the bike to the right, slowing her speed down significantly, minding the merging vehicles.
 
>Sunset took a seat back down on the saddle and relaxed herself enough to quell the excited panting.
 
>With her composure regained she pulled into the intersection.
 
>CITY OF NEWPORT.
 
>The City itself consisted of a few multi-story buildings, residential and commercial areas as one could expect, as well as a Highwayside shopping center.
 
>The bike rolled to a complete stop at the red light just before the center. Sitting motionless after such a furious gallop left her skin tingly and raw. It was now that she had begun to take note of the heat.
 
>Sweat began to pool around her goggles, causing her to slide them up onto her forehead momentarily, allowing her to wipe the wetness away with her sleeve.
 
>The light flicked green.
 
>'Finally...'
 
>She pulled her stallion into the parking lot and dismounted.
 
>Sunset proceeded to enter crowd of outlet-store goers in her underwear.
 
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnVapZ2lCpc
 
>Air conditioning.
 
>A wave of it hit her face, and she held her eyes shut taking in the artificial chill.
 
>An aroma of freshly picked vegtables and fruits hung in the air, accompanied by the teasing flavor of chicken and other meats emanating from the nearby deli.
 
>As her eyelids parted, she immediately felt the consequences of presenting herself in such away. Double-takes were taken by husbands and boyfriends, jealous sneers and scoffs from girlfriends and wives.
 
>Everyone of each category was met with a warm and loving "Oh, fuck you" as she continued down the main aisle to the back of the store.
 
>On her left she was greeted by womens clothing, thankfully it wasnt far from the exit. In and out, painless.
 
>Aware of her situation, Sunset patrolled around the racks of jeans quickly, judging and sizing up each pair.
 
>There was a constant clicking of plastic as the hangers were slid from one side of the rack to the other.
 
>'Ah, whats this?'
 
>A pair of black skinny jeans caught her eye. She went out to reach for it but stopped herself.
 
>'Black leather jacket'
 
>'Black gloves'
 
>'And now black pants? Do I really want to be /that/ person?'
 
>She pondered for a fraction of a second before lifting the set off of the rack.
 
>'Yes I do.'
 
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>The gauntlet was run again as she made her way back to the front of the store.
 
>Thankfully there weren't very many lines at the cashier's.
 
>Sunset placed the jeans on the counter. "Let's make this quick alright?"
 
>The elderly woman behind the counter eyed her before scanning the tag. Sunset made her purchase and exited the store.
 
>She pressed her rump against baking leather of the saddle and kicked off her boots.
 
>Shaking the jeans out, she leaned back and stepped through the first leg, and then the second.
 
>She pulled the waist up around her thighs and stepped foot down on the also-baking asphalt.
 
>"Oh f- Ow, ow ow"
 
>The tar-black lot was not friendly to her poor feet, she danced and hopped around in place as she pulled the waist up and fitting the jeans into place.
 
>She immediately sat back down on the saddle and rubbed each foot for a moment before slipping her boots back on.
 
>'A little tight, but that should loosen up'
 
>Sunset hopped down off of the bike and onto the asphalt, squatting down in an attempt to loosen the denim.
 
>She stood and turned her gaze to the saddlebags of her stallion.
 
>'Time to take some inventory...'
 
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>...-= The Outback Hellion =-...
 
>Canterlot.
>Summer after Freshman year.
 
>Erran would always wear a pair of silver tags around his neck. Sunset had taken intrigue with them, but for one reason another refused to ask about their origin.
 
>"He was in the Army." Flash had said one night after a session of late-night sex. "And he doesn't talk about it."
 
>"He's probably seen a few things..." Sunset replied chewed on a jagged hangnail from her day's work.
 
>Flash sighed, allowing the air to flow out of his lungs.
 
>"I just wish he would talk to me about it... It'd make joining up a lot easier."
 
>Sunset pulled their blanket up and around her shoulders, burying her nose and lips into the side of his neck, just below his ear.
 
>She whispered.
 
>"That's still a while off... I've got you all to myself until then."
 
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>Sentry-Express
>Post-Graduation
 
>The tags were still around his neck, after all this time.
 
>Sunset knew their time together was growing short, and things had to be known or otherwise be lost to speculation.
 
>Sunset sat down her wrench, and looked at the tags, and then into the face of her mentor.
 
>"Erran"
 
>"Yeah kiddo whats up?, All done with the uh- cylinders?" He said as he double-checked a few notes on a clipboard.
 
>"Done and done, Dad." She stood up and wiped the sweat away from her eyes with her jumpsuit sleeve.
 
>She took a place by his side and took a look out the garage door, it was about time to close up shop.
 
>"Alright, I think we can call it a day. Good work Sunny." He held up his hand, and Sunset obliged him with her own. The high-five rung in her ears as she walked towards the bike again, gathering her tools.
 
>She swallowed.
 
>"Erran?"
 
>"Yup?"
 
>"I want to ask you something."
 
>"Shoot"
 
>"Well... Those tags. Doesn't that mean you were in the Army?"
 
>The question caught him off guard.
 
>"Y- Yeah, that's right."
 
>"Tell me about it." She leaned up against the workbench on the opposite side of the room.
 
>The bike was between them.
 
>"You're not thinking about signing on, are ya?"
 
>The thought had crossed her mind, but she knew the lifestyle wouldn't mesh well with her.
 
>"No, I was just-" she drummed her fingers against the hardened wood grain.
 
>"Curious?" He accused.
 
>"Curious" She confirmed.
 
>"Well... What do you want to know?"
 
>"What'd you do?"
 
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>He pursed his lips and nodded. He slipped his hands into his pockets and flicked his head towards the Office.
 
>Erran took a seat and opened up a cupboard, shifting though piles of unorganized papers.
 
>He produced a old black picture frame. A younger and much more energetic Errant stared back at her. Knelt at the side of a giant treaded behemoth he was occompanied by three other desert fatigued men.
 
>The monster was adorned with an abundance of graphic and crudely painted art.
 
>On the side of the turret displayed this mammoth's name:
 
>"Outback Hellion"
 
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>"I was a Tanker"
 
>"Spent eight years of my life in the Sandbox"
 
>"I would not wish that kind of hell on anyone."
 
>Sunset couldn't remove her eyes from the sheer size of  it. The four men, although strong and confident we're dwarved by the beast that they commanded.
 
>As his tone of voice lowered, and the gravity of the meaning behind his words hit her ears, she immediately felt ashamed.
 
>"Im... Sorry."
 
>"Its okay Sunny"
 
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>This is how the bike got its name.
 
>Its bulky and menacing appearance coupled with an unlimited supply of intimidation.
 
>In the short time Sunset had spent with the bike, by the end of her ride she was certain that her machine was worthy of it's title.
 
>Its tires could conquer roads, crush and destroy cities beneath it.
 
>Panzer.
 
..........
 
>NEWPORT
 
>An hour spent on organizing the hurricane of crap inside the saddlebags was a task well worth it.
 
>It was in her possession that she found: Wrenches, A Crank-handle radio, a small blanket, lighter fluid, a switchblade, a small flashlight, some old magazines, a lighter, box of crackers, a jar of peanut butter, an empty canteen, a multitool, and the holster.
 
>The pistol was heavier then she expected.
 
>Sunset inspected the weapon upon removing it from its housing.
 
>The slide was smooth and forged in a blocky-rectangular shape, the letters 'ock' along with numbers were stamped into the side. The grip was black and textured, comfortable although her hands were just a tad too small for it.
 
>After a series of trial and error, she depressed the mag release with her thumb, allowing the round-housing to slide out into her palm.
 
>Oh, thats where all the weight came from.
 
>Fully loaded, the indicator on the back suggested somewhere around 14-rounds.
 
>She tucked the handgun back into its holster and stuffed it into the saddlebag.
 
>A few things she removed and kept them on her person: The knife, lighter, multitool, and flashlight found homes in her jacket pockets, everything else found a nice place in the bags that was pleasing to look at.
 
>With enough time wasted on preparation, Sunset donned her goggles, gloves, and ignited the engine.
 
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-dZvQxYX1g
 
[spoiler]I went out walking[/spoiler]
>The yellow lines along the highway led into the sunset, and it's child followed them faithfully.
 
[spoiler]Through streets paved with gold[/spoiler]
>Sunset began to wonder, if this was the path she really had wanted to take. One that held no certain future.
 
[spoiler]Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones of a city without a soul[/spoiler]
>She knew, she was certain that the all the things that had taken place within the last four years led to this; To her adventure, and to her destiny.
 
[spoiler]I went out walking[/spoiler]
>She would spend the night outside, Panzer; her only companion.
 
[spoiler]Under an atomic sky[/spoiler]
>Panzer was her bed.
 
[spoiler] Where the ground wont turn, and the rain it burns, like the tears when I said goodbye[/spoiler]
>The blanket was draped over her with her feet rested cross-ankled against the handlebars. She buried the back of her head against the saddlebags.
 
[spoiler]Yeah I left, with nothing[/spoiler]
>The loneliness crept up over her again.
 
[spoiler]Nothing but the thought of you[/spoiler]
>The static-ky country singer over the radio didnt help.
 
[spoiler]I went wandering[/spoiler]
>There was no painkiller, this time. No sedative.
 
>Her tiny hand rested heavy on the grip of the pistol.
 
>She raised it up overhead.
 
>A crack echoed around for miles as Sunset sent her message to the world rocketing into space.
 
>The casing pinged against the dirt in the aftermath of the report.
 
[spoiler]I went with nothing[/spoiler]
>"Panzer? Can you cuddle?"
 
[spoiler]But the thought you'd be there too[/spoiler]
>Crickets replied, continuing their duty to the starry and moonlit sky.
 
[spoiler]Looking for you[/spoiler]
>"Figures."
 
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