Racer Dusty Crophopper Novels & Stories

“Data submission doesn’t close until midnight. There’s no rush.” In my previous life, Jasper had seemingly uploaded two identical sets of data and used that to rally his fans against me. All because of this one minute. I hurriedly posted proof of the modifications I had personally done, only for his fans to mock me. [Technology is really advanced now. Even videos can be faked.] [Everyone knows top racers compete with tuning skills. Why don’t you just steal Jasper himself and have him drive for you?] [Jasper is risking his entire future for this honor, and you’re using power to suppress him. Is there no justice?]

Standing behind her, I bend over her, shielding her while I whisper into her ear. "Honey, your smashing ass is on full display for everyone here and they are sure enjoying the view. Are you now going to explain to me, what the fuck is going on here?" "Good, as long as they are focused on my ass, they are distracted and they will underestimate me. At least those who don't know me. I'm a driver Dean, a street racer. I drive illegal 1/4 mile races." "You mean, like in the Fast and Furious?" "Yes exactly like that, only that we don't end up stealing or chasing other gangsters," she chuckles full heartedly.

She asks Corvu, nodding in my direction. “She’s just not from around here.” He smiles. “We’ll take two plates of whatever you are cooking. It smells good.” She nods and walks off, where I only just notice her feet were more like tiger paws. What was this world? “She’s a Clawhop. Don’t ever make one angry and don’t try to outrun them.” “I feel like I should be writing these things down.” He nods and leans to the side, pulling something out of the large hidden pocket he had down his leg.

I’m impressed. “ Let’s time it.” I read Speed saying. Ratchet presses a few keys and a stopwatch pops up in the corner of the screen. I see his finger hover over a button as he watches the track. When Speed is directly in front of us Ratchet hits the button and Speed takes off like a rocket. I swear she is back in front of us before I can blink. I look over at the stopwatch and see it has stopped at one hundred and twenty-five seconds. Ratchet types “ That is at one hundred and twenty miles per hour.” Holy fuck she is going that fast already. I see Ratchet reset the stopwatch. “ Speed’s words come across the screen “ Let’s see if we can do better.” Do better is she fucking kidding right now?

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

A devious smile spread crossed his face. Dodger looked back “ You are one sick fuck ,ya know that?” He shook his head and returned his gaze back to the front. Ratchet looked over at Dodger,”Now what happened to dice and spider?” His voice filled with agitation. “Fine. We were out scouting the area and stumbled across a monster. It was something I had never seen before in my life. It was fugly beyond belief. It had a face of a bat with beady little red eyes. A alligator teeth maw. It was drooling. Then out of nowhere it attacked us. It moved around the trees like a fucking monkey or a squirrel. It ripped through spider like he was soft butter. It then jumped on Dice’s back and began eating hi

asked the handsome uncle. Crystal nodded and he stood up to walk to Pidge who was astonished then he sits next to her. His strong shoulder brushed hers. The strong fragrance of his perfume hit directly her nose and she was in a dilemma. "Here she is..." Say Hi..." said Maddox. The moment he turned the camera towards her, Crystal let out a low gasp and smiled widely. "Hello, my name is Crystal Dasher. I'm the only girl in my family except for my mother. Well, she technically isn't counted because she is an adult. You would want to know about my favourites and dislikes, right?"

Hunter’s ministrations were distracting me from them discussing all they wanted to do to me. “Long as I get her pretty tits.” He popped up from my lower lips to laughingly say. “And I get that tight little ass.” Racer rumbled. His eagerness deepening his voice with lust. “Oh yeah,” Hunter paused as I rubbed against his nose and chin eagerly. “I brought this.” He lifted a small bit of black plastic. “Good idea.” Racer remarked. “That’ll help me for tomorrow.”

"Welcome to tonight's main event! Our racers are ready, our bets are placed, and our track is hungry for some serious speed!" The crowd cheered, the sound echoing off the surrounding buildings like thunder. "In lane one, we have Viper in his modified Dodge Challenger! Lane two features our returning champion, the mystery racer known only as Black Red! Lane three brings us Nitro in his souped-up Mustang! And in lane four, we have newcomer Phoenix in what might be the fastest BMW we've ever seen on this track!"

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.