my name is Sabian
(adults only please)
Hello my name is Sabian. I am a female white tiger. I am pretty lightly built for my species but my fur makes up for that. I enjoy watching street races and sometimes just to prove a point I will win against the so-called top of the stack racers.
I awoke early on a Sunday morning to the sun shining lightly on my face. I decided to get up and go for a run to wake myself up and get my body moving for the day. I got out of bed and headed for the shower. With a stream of hot water rushing over my body I felt relaxed and rejuvenated for the 6km run I had planed for the day. I got a large amount of shampoo in my paws and spread it through my thick white and black fur. I massaged it in and then rinsed the suds off. I then turned the shower off and grabbed my towel from the rack. After drying my fur, I walked into the kitchen and had a quick breakfast before pulling on a pair of joggers and walking out the door, which I then locked behind me.
I ran for 2 hours, which was more than I had planned but I didn't care about the time. I was thinking about the big race that was going to be held tonight. I had agreed to race the champ who was named Kensaro. He was a black wolf with Wight markings on his feet, which made it look like he had socks on. Other than that he was buff and apparently really nice. I reached home and ran inside, I had a lot to do before the race. I had to check tire pressure and remaining tread. I also checked the turbo for heat stress and I checked all the filters and the oil level.
I went through a the rest of my list as usual. Brakes are good, hoses are good, turbo is good, air cleaner is clean and my car sounds like a dream. My 1995GT-R was ready.
I went inside to prepare for the race, after closely inspecting the state of my fur I decided to go for a quick shower to rinse out the dust and dirt from today.
I drove to pick up my friend from her house; she was a vixen who was about a head shorter than me. She was a funny character her name was Kristy. She had been to every race I was involved in. sometimes she would ride with me during a race.
Finally I got to the ace, it was packed full of furs. I had my reputation on the line tonight. There he was in his evolution 3. it was perfectly tuned and it looked cool. It had a large exhaust tip and a decent sized spoiler, big rims and good body kits. We lined up ready to race, then he came over to my car. "can we go for a coffee or something after." I thought I was dreaming. Then reality stabbed in the back of my mind, I was racing not playing around. A fur standing in front of our cars signalled to us both then dropped his arms starting the race. I went into the lead with a loud whistle of my turbo being pushed to the limit. But he soon started closing in round the corners so I decided to stop grip driving and start drifting. I was blessed with a rear wheel drive skyline, which means it was capable of proper drifting. This race was hard, never had I raced such a fierce competitor on my turf. On the last corner he was able to pass me, he just escaped scratching both our cars but he made it past. I had to win, I was on my home corse. Then it hit me 'nitrous!' I had just installed a fresh tank of N2O and with that I pressed the little button on my steering wheel and I burst my way back into the race. I was gaining on him; with great speed I passed him about 2 metres from the finish line.
Our cars braked to a stop, blue smoke from our tires surrounded us. He got out of his car, chin touching his chest he walked over to me and we shook hands. I kissed him lightly on the cheek and said "are we going for that coffee." His ears perked up at what I said.
We decided to go drop his car off and take my gt-r. The black wolf sitting beside me was a bit uneasy about the speed I was taking the corners and he was gripping the handle above the door. I decided to go a bit slower so we could at least talk. When I slowed down he started to open up and relax. I asked him if he was intimidated by me, he just said "not really, but I am a little by your driving style, I guess that it is different for FR cars."
When we reached the café we ordered large ice coffees and we sat in a booth next to the window. As if on command he started to talk and he slowly danced around the fact that it was good to be second on the list of best drivers. I knew he was hitting on me the moment he said that. I thought I would ease up his talking so I kissed him lightly on the nose. He froze on the spot and then he returned the favour with a the kiss on my nose. I knew he would ease up as the night went on. We slowly stared talking about our interests and hobbies besides racing.
As we finished our ice coffees the shopkeeper said that we needed to take our conversation out side because he was packing up. We walked out into the cold winter breeze, it wasn't cold enough to snow but it was cold enough to make a wolf shiver. We quickly hopped into my car and drove off with the heater on. We started talking about what we where doing this weekend and next. "Do you want to go for a drive this weekend." Said the wolf beside me, I leaned over and said
"I would be delighted to go anywhere with you wolfie."
When I finally got home it was about ten-thirty and I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch, so I decided to make my self some steamed vegetables and rice.
I checked my messages and sat down to watch TV. There wasn't much to entertain someone like me. Only Sci-Fi's could get my interest. I decided it was time for me to sleep. And with that I walked into my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. "Another race in the bag." I got up and walked over to my desk to grab a thumb tack to put on my chart. A blue tack means I won the race, a red tack mean I lost the race and purple means it was a tie. Neither the red or purple tacks had been used in a long time. I jumped into bed and pulled the covers over my body and up to my neck.
I almost instantly fell asleep, during the night I kept replaying the race in my mind over and over.
I decided to go for a long slow walk in the morning. As I walked past the café I sighed. This was the place I had met the wolf of my dreams.
When I got back I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over my body. When I was sure I was clean I grabbed my towel and dried off and got dressed. It was only 9:30 in the morning so I decided to get some cleaning out of the way. First there was the gargantuan mess in the kitchen then the piles of dirty clothes in my room and the lounge room was not in a good state, but the worst was my car. there had been a small amount of rain during the race so the sides where covered in mud and dust and the floor was littered with paper. After I had finished the dishes I wiped all the benches and mopped the floor. When I had put all the clothes in the machine I tidied up the lounge and headed out side. There was my midnight black GT-R covered in dirt and mud. After washing the dirt off I used a waxing soap and went over it again. After sitting it in the sun to dry for a while I vacuumed out the inside and started to polish the chrome rims and pipes under the hood. As I stood back I almost got Goosebumps at the sight of my precious car. Saying that I am a car enthusiast would be putting it lightly, I enjoy my cars and the faster the better.
When everything was clean the only thing I had to do was clean my self. When 6.00pm rolled around I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, tonight was the night I was going to go for a drive with Kensaro. I was going to show him the wanders of FR driving, in this little session I had permission to take the peddle to the mettle. I picked him up from out side of his house and we headed for the mountain pass. On the way up I took it slow so we could check out each corner and get a feel for how long the corse actually was. When we reached the top he grabbed out his stopwatch and counted down "Three...two...one...go!" and with a squeal of the titres I was off. Corner one was easy it was just a basic drift with no counter steering. The next half of the corse was all winding road with no time to recover so If I was going to drift them I would need to be going fast. On the straight I picked up as much speed as I could then took the first corner with a bit if a yelp from the wolf in the seat beside me. After I cleared the corner I had no time to recover before the next drift so I had to link them which is hard but worth it if you can after about four link drifts there was a small straight where I regained my speed before continuing in my crazy style of downhill racing.
...*A minute passes*...
We reach the bottom of the hill in a cloud of smoke from the tires. Kensaro gets out of the car shaking slightly. He was, you could say he was intimidated by my driving to say the least. I decided to lay off the accelerator for a while and get to know this shaky wolf.
On the way back we started talking about random subjects. As I pulled up in his driveway he asked if I wanted to come in, I gladly accepted his offer and followed him up the stars and into his spacious lounge room. I made myself comfortable on the three-person lounge as Kensaro went to make coffee.
...*2 minutes pass*...
He handed me my cup and started to walk to the other couch but I grabbed him lightly by the wrist and he sat beside me. It was slightly cold tonight so I nuzzled up to his chest. I felt his powerful arms wrap me in a loving embrace. I never wanted this moment to end.
Written by little wolf