Carfag - The Dukes of Canterlot (Applejack, unfinished)

>You're Applejack, Canterlot High's Sweet Southern Belle.
>It's a different story out on the asphalt, though.
>You drive a '69 R/T in Burnt Orange, a Dixie flag on the top, a big 01 on the side.
>It's name was the General Lee.
>You usually drove, but tonight, Applebloom was coming too.
>The General was pretty fast, I mean, it beat Rainbow Dash and that damn Camaro of hers, that's for sure
>"Applejack?"
>While you were dazed off in a daydream, Applebloom was trying to talk to you
"What's wrong?"
>"Well, I was jus' wondering if I could get another bow and arrow."
"What happened to the one I gave you?"
>"I broke it..."
>That bow was a stick one, with a piece of twine as a string
>The damn thing was invincible
"How'd ya break it?"
>She looked really upset and broken up about it
>No pun intended
>"Well...y'see...It just snapped when I tried shootin' a rock with it..."
"Why in the high holy Sam hill would y'all shoot a rock with a bow and arrow?"
>"I know that, Sis, it's jus'...Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle talked me into it..."
"It's alright. Jus' go upstairs."
>Then you got a text
>Rainbow Dash telling about how she got stopped, and the police activity is high
>Perfect
"Applebloom!"
>"Yeah sis?"
"You're gettin' a new bow. Get your jacket."
>She fumbled through a green highboy closet and nabbed a red coat
>You slid into the door of the General, because the doors were welded shut
>Applebloom finally came, the giant bow in her hair bouncing up and down as she pranced down the dirt driveway
>You put the car into neutral, which makes it slide back, then quickly go into 1st to drift around
>Bass Pro Shop, for Applebloom's bow, because you had a plan
>You slam the hammer to the floor, spinning the wheels in the dirt, then heading down the road.
>Applebloom presumably wasn't used to your "aggressive" driving
>The tires squeal loudly as you parallel park into a space in the parking lot of the store
"C'mon."
>You nod your head to the door
>She slinks out, struggling to get her legs through, until she pushes on the roof
>Inside is the essence of life
>Applebloom spots a bow
>It's not too fancy, and thank god it's not expensive either
>You buy it, shelling out a decent amount of money
>As you look to the front, Applebloom looks to you
>She's smiling
>You hand her the bag on the way out
>She jumps up and down, as you roll your eyes
>Then back to the General
>"So sis, why are we goin' out tonight?"
"A little fun. You wanna ride along?"
>She looks inside the bag
>"Well, yeah, sis."
"Great, let's start."
>You take the old '69 down the highway, trying to antagonize the police
>Then out it comes
>County Mountie
>"What's that, sis?"
"It's your first roundup."
>"What?"
"Jeez, just get your bow out..."
>You're annoyed at this point
>She reaches into the bag, draws out a bow and arrow
"Now here's what I want you to do. Take that there arrow, and shoot the tire of his car."
>"But that's bad!"
"That's the point!"
>You veer away from the guardrail
>She flops into the door
>Applebloom regains her bearings and aims out the window
>The arrow flies with a thwing of the string
>It nails it right in the center of the hubcap
"Tires, Applebloom, I said tires."
>"But sis, it ain't that easy shootin' up here!"
"Just try!"
>She grabs another arrow
>It lands on the second O in Goodyear
>The tire goes flat
>Cop is forced to pull over
>"Sis! I did it!"
"Yeah. Yeah you did."
>She sits back down, excited
"C'mere."
>She hugs your midsection, trying to avoid your arm that's on the shifter
>"This is real fun, sis."
"Heh, yeah. It kinda is."
>You plant the police scanner in the console
>"What's that?"
"It's a little radio-type thing that the police talk through."
>"Oh."
>Suddenly it goes nuts
>"Uh, yeah, I was in pursuit of an Orange Dodge, lost it."
>"Copy, I'll pick up the slack."
"Uh oh."
>Applebloom's expression changes from wonder to worry
>"What?"
"They're comin' for us."
>Fuck
>Suddenly 3 more police cruisers come up behind you
>"Do you want me to shoot 'em, sis?"
"There's jus' too many, Applebloom."
>You then do what the General does best
>Taking the wheel 90 degrees to the right, the General Lee responds by screeching the back tires to the dirt trail ahead
>"Where we goin', Sis?"
"Well, it depends on if we lose these fellers or not..."
>You stretch to see the rearview mirror
>The law is at your heels
>Then you remember this trail
>In a period of 2 minutes, you go from driving straight to airborne over a pond
>The Crown Victorias that trailed you fell right in
>In tradition, you play the Dixie horn that was installed in the car
>You smiled wide, Applebloom looked terrified
>"Sis!"
>You give her a half-headed look
"What?"
>"You're crazy, sis."
"Whatever you say, Applebloom. Whatever you say..."
>The General Lee speeds off into the afternoon
>Eventually, you stop back at Sweet Apple Acres
>"That was real fun, sis!"
>Suddenly Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle mob her, asking her where she was
>You pull the General back about 12 feet, then test the headlight doors
>Out, in and over.
>You look over your shoulder to see Applebloom chatting about her archery session
>A smile brightens up your face
>You catch faint wind of them saying that they want to come
>That's a bit difficult
>Then the three little girls parade up behind you as your body turns to the headlamp door with "Charger R/T" written in script embroidered on it
>"Sis?"
"Yeah, Applebloom?"
>You don't turn around for a second
>"We was kinda thinkin'...That we could ride in the car too...?"
>She's real sheepish about it, like Fluttershy
>Then you turn around and place a hand on your left hip
"We'll see about it. I gotta fix some stuff first."
>"Okay!"
>Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle all run to that treehouse by the farmhouse
>This'll be something, alright
>Looking ahead, you see the backseat of the General
>It's a tight fit, but they're small girls
>There was a bunch of, certain things, you had to move, along with just a bunch of general bullshit that was back there
>Before you grabbed the hose, you realize this car goes off-road more often than not
>The hell with it
>Wash the damn thing down
>Bright Orange sparkles nice, it'll last about an hour
>Then Rainbow Dash drifts her Pontiac into your driveway
>Scootaloo looks elated
>"Hey AJ, I heard about yesterday."
"Did ya?"
>"Yeah. You and your sister."
"Ain't she somethin'?"
>"All I gotta admit is she's a damn fine shot."
>Applebloom beams with pride
>"But I'm good too!"
>Scootaloo noses her way in front of Rainbow Dash
>"See, watch!"
>She snatches Applebloom's bow and 1 arrow and attempts to fire it
>It penetrates the windmill on the top of the barn, right in front was where she stood
>Rainbow Dash starts laughing
>You plant a hand on your face
>"Wasn't that good, Rainbow Dash?!"
>"Priceless."
>Now you gotta fix it, eventually
>For now it's just gotta be that way
>Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo both slid behind your seat, as you sat in the passenger and put the seat forward
>"Why do we have to get in that way?"
"The doors are welded shut."
>"What's does that mean?"
>Ugh
"They burned the metal, m'kay, to make it stick together."
>"Ooooooohhh!"
>You fire up the ol' engine and take the car out
>Then you slightly cringe at the fact that you just cleaned the car
>Eh, whatever
>All of them giggle as the car goes into an accidental 360, kicking up dirt everywhere
>Then you went to the open road
>Highway Patrol
>"Yeah 10903, I've got a hit on that Dodge from the other day. In slow pursuit."
>You gulp deep, then check your rear end
>There's a Crown Vic, confirming your suspicions
>Let it fly, AJ
>Slam the pedal, cop engages all the sirens and shit
>They all look around like they don't have a damn clue
>Time to up the ante a little bit
>Slide left onto Old Rockwood Trail
>Surprisingly, the cop doesn't burn out, he actually nailed the turn and is still in hot pursuit
>Take a little shortcut after turning left back in the woods
>You reach a part of a broken dumpster
>The front end of the car buckles as it hits the apex of the makeshift ramp that led back to the highway route
>Another blare of the Dixie horn
>You stare into the rearview mirror to watch the cop do a barrel roll, and slide/scrape into the concrete wall
>Can't help but laugh
>"Uh, yeah. I've lost the suspect."
>"Copy. Another officer is responding. Over and out."
>Sweetie Belle fell asleep
>Sometime during the duration of the jump, Applebloom was smiling wide, Sweetie Belle squeaked, and Scootaloo thought she was flying
>"That was great, sis!"
>"Yeah! Do it again!"
"Well, I just gotta find another place, and some friends-..."
>You're cut off by the sirens and lights of 4 cruisers
"Speak of the devil."
>The police continuously try to box you in, using an upcoming roadblock
>Ain't standing for that shit
>Turn right, leads to a fairly large clearing
>3 officers on your trail this time.
>In your sights now is another pond, but slightly larger and wider than the previous one
>Over the pond it is
>With another bleat of Dixie, the girls are all cheering, causing you to crack a small smile
>The rest of the drive is pretty lax, given the fact that all the police vehicles are in disrepair at this point
>You pull back into the driveway
"How was that?"
>They all chirp at the same time that it was great
"Well, I've got to turn y'all loose now."
>They groan at that, then slink back to the treehouse
>You pay attention back to the Charger, whose brush guard got dented
>An engine is heard, and drifting in dirt, then it stops
>It's Twilight, and a 1971 GTX
>"Hey Applejack."
"Hm? Oh, howdy."
>"I caught wind of a plan from Rainbow Dash that all of us were going to all go out on a rally race, and the police might find us in the process."
>Sounds interesting
"Well, I sure would like to."
>"Great. Just be at the Turnpike at 7 PM tonight."
"See ya there."
>She starts up the 426 Hemi under the hood of her Purple Plymouth
>That specific shade sparkled under the sunset
>Guess she picked it to adhere her name
>You grab a hammer and a screwdriver from a toolbox in the barn
>The process you end up doing is unscrewing the brushguard from the front end, then hammering it into place and repainting it.
>Inside the dents laid tiny piles of grass and dirt, with an occasional leaf or two
>After an hour or so, the brushguard is back onto the car.
>Here goes nothing.
>You fire up the 440 Six-Pack and head on down the runway you use as a driveway
>The General thunders down the late highway
>Your friends sat in the brush, with their cars
>Twilight, a '71 Plymouth GTX.
>Rarity, a '70 Mercury Cougar XR-7.
>Rainbow Dash, a '78 Pontiac Firebird Trans-Am "Skybird".
>Fluttershy, a '70 Chevrolet Nova SS.
>And Pinkie Pie, a '70 Plymouth Road Runner.
>Every one of them looked ready to go, including you.
>"Well lookie here."
>Dash was especially cocky today
"What?"
>"Nothin', just glad you showed up."
"Yeah. Alright."
>"Mmm. So are we going to get started here?"
>'How should we start, Rainbow?'
>"Well, just a normal rally race. It'll lead onto the highway, then the cops'll probably end up after us. Who's got the most heat?"
>You raise your hand, then lower it to adjust your hat, then back up
>"Oh, really?"
"I reckon."
>"I'll take your word for it. I've been watching the police scanners."
>Hohoho
>"Let's go, girls."
>You slide into your car, everyone else uses doors
>3, 2, 1, Launch
>The General Lee takes the lead, Rainbow Dash and her Trans-Am in trail, followed by Twilight's GTX, Fluttershy's Nova, and Rarity's Cougar.
>After all, this was almost like a race car
>Then a wrench is thrown into your plans
>There's a overturned 18-wheeler
>Some of the concrete fell off and broke
>It looks like a ramp