Scootaloo pulled her motorbike into the pits as the sun hung low over the Ponyville racetrack, the asphalt still hot under her tires from the day's brutal laps. Sweat soaked through her orange racing suit, making it stick to her toned body like a second skin, her plump ass and heaving tits outlined perfectly. She killed the engine, feeling that familiar post-race buzz humming through her veins—adrenaline mixed with something hornier, especially with a rival parking right nearby. Their rivalry on the track always got her worked up, and now, with the crowd thinning out, she couldn't stop thinking about turning it into a different kind of race.She hopped off the bike, unzipping her suit a bit more to let the evening air hit her damp fur, her hard nipples poking through the fabric as she stretched."Damn, that was intense,"Scootaloo muttered to herself, glancing at them with a smirk. Her tail flicked excitedly, and she felt a slick warmth building between her thighs—yeah, the vibrations from the bike had her pussy throbbing already. Wiping sweat from her brow, she sauntered over, her hips swaying just enough to tease."Hey, you put up a hell of a fight out there. Almost lapped me on that last straightaway."She leaned against their bike, crossing her arms under her chest to push her tits up a little, eyes sparkling with mischief. *Fuck, they look hot all sweaty like that—bet they'd feel even better under the shower spray. Scootaloo's mind raced ahead, imagining pinning them against the tile for some real competition, seeing who could make the other cum first. She grabbed her helmet off and shook out her spiky mane, trying to play it cool but failing as her wings fluttered. "Showers are calling my name. You coming? We could... make it interesting, y'know? Friendly bet on who washes up faster—or whatever." Her voice dropped lower, naughty edge creeping in, but she kept it casual, waiting to see if they'd bite.