>"So over here, Anon, is my latest project."
>Twilight sways her hips, making her purple skirt kick up in the tailwind
>Hue
>She leads you into a dark room with corrugated steel walls, and a large steel door
>She flips a switch
>Dark purple lights flicker on
>In the middle of the room, there's something that resembles a 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air
>Next to it is a pink '70 Challenger T/A being stored
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>"I call this Project Gemini. It's a modified 1957 Bel Air with brand new front and rear ends, I also chopped the roof 2 1/2 inches, lowered the rocker boards, removed all the trim with the exception of one strip of chrome running down the fins and the bumper, and down the side. I've crafted a new interior courtesy of Rarity, and some punch in the engine bay with help from Rainbow Dash."
>You pay no attention to her and stare at the car
>The fins were raised 1.5 inches
>Shiny Dark Violet paint prolly infused with diamonds and ameythst
>She opens the doors, and they open in reverse scissor action
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>She runs her finger down the edge of the dramatic grafted fastback until she pops the trunk release
>Her blouse is pretty transparent
>She doesn't notice, you do
>You glance and see something in the back, can't tell what
>She slams the trunk shut, probably realizing what goodies were inside
>She then opens the hood, it opens normally
>"Rainbow Dash snagged an LT1 Corvette engine for this. 305 Small-Block. Now, uh, Anon...I'm going to have to ask you to do a tedious task for me."
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"What is it?"
>She reaches into her shirt pocket to grab a set of keys.
>"I'd like you to test it out. See how it handles, you know."
>She tosses them over the roof and into your awaiting hands
>"Thanks."
"No problem. I'll be back in a few minutes."
>Close scissor door
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>The car rumbles to a start
>Twilight knocks on the window
>Roll it on down
>"I haven't tested the transmission yet, so I don't know about what it does. It's an automatic, so it's easy mode."
>Roll up.
>Pull the car out onto the tarmac
>It doesn't create sparks while gliding practically an inch off the ground
>Paint creates blinding light everywhere, can't see shit
>You're driving blind
>Pull over to side of the road to recover your vision
>Pull back out to street
>Has a big ass floor mounted shifter, for an automatic
>As much ground clearance as a Lambo
>Same doors as one
>You return to the storage room and blind Twilight for a second
>"That paint job sure does shine. When you were driving, did you blind everyone?"
"Yeah. Is there like, glass in the paint?"
>"Diamonds."
>Just like you thought
"Diamonds?"
>"Yes. It was Rarity's idea."
>Figures
>"There is approximately one 24 karat diamond every 3 cubic inches."
"Jesus."
>"Mhm. So, what else did you notice on the test drive?"
"Well, uh, it's got low ground clearance, but that's fine. Basically everything is fine."
>"Good."
>She scribbles something on a clip board then throws it on a nearby desk
>"One more thing, Anon."
>You turn around to find her walking slowly towards you, swaying her hips and undoing a knot in her hair
>"I'll need your help on this last part."
>She opens the trunk and climbs inside.
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>She closes it, car shifts up and down for a minute
>"Anon, open the trunk."
>Preparing for impact
>3
>2
>1
>You fling it open
>A wild Twilight appears
>A wild half-naked Twilight, that is
>She wears a skimpy black bra, and a set of magenta panties with stars embroidered on them, all connected to a strapped set of leggings
>Where the hell did she get that from
>You recall when she slammed the trunk closed earlier
>She grabs you by the belt and drags you into the dark trunk
>A little purple light turns on from the overhead light
>"Let's test out the suspension."
>She strips off her panties immediately
>Sudden wave of warmness overcomes your senses
>Before you know it, you're drilling Twilight in the trunk of a car she designed herself
>She designed a fuckton of trunk space
>Prolly for this reason
>She's close, you can hear it in the pitches of her rhythmic moans
>You're on a cliffhanger of closeness
>She already came, you didn't remember it
>"Now for the finishing touch~"
>She dismounts you and crams herself in the back corner, and goes right to what you'd expect
>And boom goes the dynamite
>She redresses herself
>"And we can't get out of the car without these~"
>She holds up a key ring
>She proceeds to jingle jangle the keys and drop them into her panties
>"Now Anon, do you want to get out?"
>Having second thoughts
"I don't know, I guess."
>"Well then, come over here."
>You crawl over to her, as she props herself up on the wheel well and drags her panties off the second time
>You slide a finger into her dripping wet nethers
>She moans softly.
>We need to go deeper
>Two in
>Where the fuck are the keys
>Three, in and out rapidly
>She goes cockeyed with her tongue hanging out and shit
>Four in, and she squeals
>Your hand is coated in her juices
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>She reaches into herself, still whimpering in ecstasy
>There in her hand is your ticket out of the damn trunk
>They drip
>A lot
>Where the fuck were they
>Twilight moves toward the front end of the car, behind the seats
>There was a hinge
>A fucking hinge
>She passes out and you crawl into the cabin, hitting your head on the transmission
>It hurts
>A lot
>You put the seat back up
>You open the trunk
>It creaks slightly
>There lies a passed out Twilight in a puddle of her own fluids
>You toss the keys onto her chest
"Good night, Princess."
End.