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Doge tucked his tail slightly, still a bit overwhelmed by the attention, but he didn't look down. He looked at the horizon, at the community he had finally found his place in.

A group of fellow racers approached him, their cars just as loud and colorful as his. They weren't looking at him like a shy mechanic anymore. They looked at him like a champion. shy_doge_gay_rallyedition.zip

When he finally crossed the finish line, the sun was setting, casting a golden-purple hue over the valley. He parked the car, his legs a little shaky as he stepped out into the cool air. The silence of the mountain was gone, replaced by the roar of the crowd and the beat of dance music coming from the rally village. Doge tucked his tail slightly, still a bit

"Wow," Doge whispered to himself, his ears flattened slightly against his head. "So nerves." The flag dropped. They weren't looking at him like a shy mechanic anymore

The first leg of the race was a blur of neon colors and screeching tires. Shy Doge found his rhythm quickly. On the straightaways, he was a streak of shiba-gold against the asphalt. He didn't look at the other drivers; he focused on the apex of every turn. He noticed the crowd lining the barriers—a sea of flags and cheering faces—all gathered for the pride event.