When you finish the race, you are last, but that isn't much of a surprise to you or anyone else. You are about to leave when a red race car stops you.
"Hey, (y/n), what about our date?" It was Lightning McQueen. He smiled expectantly. You smile.
"Sure." You stutter.
He guides you to his truck, where you enter nervously. He asks his truck if you two could have some food, whom in reply gives you a meal, dimming the lights as well.
Hours pass, and you and Lightning end up having a great conversation. He later attempts to kiss you, which results in a passionate intercourse. You and Lightning have many nights like these.
One day, though, Lightning tells you he wanted to end your relationship. That he never really liked you and that he only dated you for sex and that he was never even the real Lightning McQueen. He was actually a 50 year old man and none of this was real. He wasn't a car. You weren't a car. No one was. Tough luck. Turns out cars don't even exist at all! The "cars" we drive in are actually humans, but we tell ourselves that they are cars so we won't feel bad about it. After this experience, you become a motivational speaker and begin to spread the word about "cars" and what they really are. soon after you begin, you are assassinated by Henry Ford, for exposing his secret. Now the world will never know the truth....
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don't be lightning mcmean
FanfictionYou visit the World Cup, excited to see the races. You're especially curious to see Lightning McQueen, though, for some reason you can't explain. One mistake will lead to another, which results in perhaps the greatest love story ever told. Please le...
