June Bug
she/her
twenty-seven
April 21
Mauville City
Bisexual
Delivery-Person
civilian
Swallow the Heart and Kill the Senses
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Start your... Engines?
POSTED ON Jun 15, 2023 19:28:08 GMT
June rubbed the head of the creature, got onto its back, and let it take the lead. First impressions were... disappointing, to say the least. Each step rocked her around the mantle, and he barely managed to keep on with a strong grip onto it's body. Certainly not the worst ride she's had, but far from the ride of Matchstick, or even her proper motor bike. As they got on the closest track proper, she realized that she was in it for the long haul on this awful ride for a minute or two. Maybe she shouldn't have eaten lunch early after all.
But then, everything changed in the blink of an eye. As the Cyclizar sped up to a proper speed, it utilized its air sacs to gain the 'wheels' necessary for its record speeds. Gone was the rough, juttery movement. Replaced with the all too familiar smoothness from her own ride. The wind whipped through her hair, quickly transitioning from a gentle breeze to a full blown assault as it simply went whichever direction it did. It felt odd without her helmet on, but she would be lying if she said it wasn't a pleasant experience.
But the most important thing to her, the speed, had yet to show itself. The straight away had given it the time to reach a typical speed for the course, but then the pokemon went faster. Their first turn felt wonderful, the second exhilarating, and the third? Downright dreamy. That silky smooth ride with excellent speed and some honestly decent control gave her a nice surprise.
Much like when the pokemon decided to stop its manual crontrol. That guard rail only grew bigger and closer!
"ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--"
Instinct took over, the kind she had when on the wings of her own pokemon: she took the metaphorical reins and steered the Cyclizar. Around the bend and not right into the rail that would do very awful things to their bones and limbs. Far from clean, but a turn nonetheless. Right into another. Then more obstacles and turns. They had gone so far, but there was still plenty of ground to cover. Even if June hadn't run this course in a while, the general path had been burned into her mind. No conscious thought could've helped her on this track anyway. While muscle memory steered them through the bumps and blocks, her mental space echoed two thoughts at equal strength:
"THIS IS AMAZINGGGGGGGGG!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
Child-like wonder and the existential dread of being just one slip up away from a grave clashed jarringly inside her skull. Appreciation and relief for each bend they didn't run straight past. Wonder and anxiety from just how fast they ran the course. Thankfully, these emotions would dwindle in scope as they rounded the last turn and came back to the straight away. Whether intentional or by sheer luck, June had done the course and not gotten either of them seriously hurt!
That, or the Cyclizar had only given her the illusion of control. Whatever the case, she pulled back on the living bike to signal a stop. Sure enough, the pokemon did just that. After such an adrenaline rush, as well as the sudden decrease in speed, her head spun on an axis. Right after the Cyclizar stopped completely she half-stumbled-slash-half-fell onto the ground. A blank, blue-and-white canvas greeted her as she tried to get both the world to stop spinning and for her stomach to not eject all its contents. Was that the teacher again, back down early from lunch? It was hard to say.
"I swear... I'm fine... teach'!" she called over faintly.
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