Applejack
Come on now, ya said ya got out at noon, so where are ya? Ah impatiently sat on a bench just outside of North Manehattan High as Ah waited fer Applebloom ta get out of school. It’s currently 12:05 on Tuesday, September 3rd, 2030 as my phone read. Teenagers flooded past me, as few of the colts gave me stares and Ah stared right back. Is it a blessin’, or a curse? Ah only started ta notice it when Applebloom was gettin’ up in age, but now that she has her own little boyfriend, Ah pick up on just about all of ‘em. It’s that side glance slack jaw look that they all get. Ah knew she was close ta the ‘ideal’ body, but am Ah?
Ah felt another stare, but when Ah locked on ta the source of the feelin’, Ah realized it was just Applebloom and her pegasus friend that was at the party the other day. Ah know that she’s known her fer a good long time, but Ah can never remember her name. It’s not like she ever brings her friends ta the apartment, so Ah only see ‘em at parties, and that’s only if Ah’m the one droppin’ her off. Ya know, which is rare.
“Took ya long enough,” Ah said, tossin’ my little device back in my saddle bags. She had been walkin’ directly toward me, but the only one who was lookin’ at me was her friend.
“Yeah, whatever, Ah’m probably only two minutes late, and school got out at noon anyways. Ah’ll see ya at the fair Scootaloo,” she said, usin’ two very different tones ta talk ta both of us.
“See ya then!” the orange pegasus pulled a skateboard out of her backpack, threw it on the ground, and jumped on it to ride away. She headed south, so Ah can only imagine she lives in that direction.
“Sure. Fine. Treat me like the stranger, that’s cool.” Applebloom rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. Passive aggressive isn’t yer style, so why don’t ya just say what yer thinkin’? Anyways, where are we goin’ first? Ah told Scootaloo ta meet us at the park by two, and Ah don’t really wanna be late.” Ah grabbed my device outta my bag and pulled up the up checklist Ah made yesterday.
“Well, first we need ta go ta the east side shoppin’ district ta visit my tailor. Gotta get my work clothes repaired. Ah need ta visit the roadrunner dealership and get a helmet. And after that, Ah need ta take a trip ta our insurance place in the middle of town. Ah don’t think that’ll take us two hours, but we should get a move on anyways.” Ah started ta walk south eastward, and eventually a slack jawed Applebloom followed me.
“You what!? Roadrunner!? Are ya gettin’ a bike!?” Ah couldn’t help but feel a smile formin’ on my face.
“Eeyup.” Ah replied in my best attempt at Mac's voice. Applebloom just stared off inta space.
“First a phone and now a bike… Okay, what’s up? Where did ya suddenly get all this money?” Eh, it’s not the whole truth, but it is the truth.
“Ah got a promotion. And a big pay raise ta go with it. With the money Ah’m makin’ now, Ah could move inta my own place if Ah really wanted ta.” She just stared at me with her mouth open again.
“And... yer not?” Ah shrugged.
“Ah don’t really have a reason ta move out, so why go outta my way ta make it more expensive fer me ta live? Besides, somepony has ta take care of y’all. If we’re bein’ honest here, unless Ah suddenly get married or somethin’, Ah probably won’t move out even if Ah do have the money ta.” But… is that true? Ah’ve never had this kinda money before, and Ah’m only gonna get more with each month. Ah mean… as of last Saturday, Ah’ll be gettin’ ten gold every two weeks, and my next payday is Friday. Ah was lucky ta make that in two months when Ah was just bounty huntin’, and now…It’s almost like Ah’ve got a real job.
“Well, Ah guess… Ah don’t really mind livin’ with ya either. It’d be sad ta see ya go more than anythin’, really.” She lost volume and her eyes found the concrete. A smile started ta creep up on my face. Ah put a hoof around her neck, which was becomin’ incresin’ly difficult ta do on account of her havin’ mom’s build like Macintosh does, and dragged her close.
“Ah appreciate that ya feel that way. Ya know you're my sister, and Ah would do anythin' fer ya, so maybe somewhere in that little black heart yers ya feel the same fer me.” She struggled ta free herself from my iron grip until finally Ah felt Ah’d laughed at her enough and let her go.
“Asshat! Let’s just go before Ah regret invitin’ ya ta hangout with my friends,” she grumbled under bright red cheeks. Ah smiled and we made our way through the city. A trip ta the subway and a few minutes ride across town lead ta the eastern district. This area used ta be filled with factories and thin’s of a wartime nature a long ago because high tensions between the Equestrians and the country of Zvyr, A powerful nation of mostly carnivores ta the far north east. Manehattan was one of the largest production areas in Equestria, and it was expected to get blown up. Instead of that happenin’, Equestria and Zvyr fought their wars through other countries, always choosin’ ta help the other side just ta get at each other. When Celestia finally stepped in, that was pretty much the end of that. They don’t tell ya this as a foal, but Celestia or Luna showin’ up on a battlefield has signified the end of many, many of Equestria’s wars. Sometimes creatures need a reminder that ya have livin’ weapons of mass destruction on hoof with feelin's of their own, one of which has a bigger temper than the other.
Ta say that we’ve never really lost would be an understatement. There were a few strategic withdraws over time, but that’s because Celestia put her hoof down and said no. Some thin’s are just lost causes, and Equestria hasn’t been the aggressor of a war in a few centuries. All this history Twilight and Ah went over really got me thinkin’ about the princesses lately. The reason they can’t just come in somewhere is because they don’t want ta risk killin’ their own ponies or just about destroyin’ everythin' wherever they attack, and if they don’t come in with full force, then there’s a chance they might get hurt. Based on what Twilight said, they’re ageless, not immortal. Here Ah was, some dumb uninclined fuck, about ta go fightin’ one of em. Even if Ah won, and Ah had Twilight around so that mighta been possible with her magic locked away, there’s almost no way Ah woulda been spared some horrible punishment afterward.
“Applejack, isn’t this the place?” Ah heard Applebloom ask. Ah turned around and realized that Ah’d missed Star’s shop because Ah was too busy followin’ thin’s that didn’t happen.
“Oh, yeah it is. Sorry lost in thought.” We were on the sidewalk, it was rather crowded today, but with all the schools out early, ya can only expect ta find so many places empty.
“Uh… not ta rag on yer tailor or anythin’, but… doesn’t this place look… Ah don’t know, a little rundown?” Ah looked around myself and noticed what she was talkin about. Star Apparel, his shop, was not the newest place around. He personally couldn’t remember, but the documentation says he’s had the store for about fourteen years, somehow managin’ ta buy it when he was eighteen. He used ta live deeper in the district in some of the spotty housin’ around the old factories, specifically by a basketball court he remembers, but moved here when his sister disappeared on him. He makes a decent livin’, doin’ tailor work when he can and the occasional photography job he gets.
He’s always been fantastic at it, and every now and again Ah’d conspire with him ta get a few extra coins he’d make off of good photos of me in costume, but it’s really the clothes that he does best. My suit has been beaten ta hell and back, and it only ever rips when my own skin gets cut too, makin’ it almost as tough as Ah am, which is no small feat. We entered the ‘in need of an exterior wash’ store, as Applebloom put it, and sure enough, there he was readin’ the paper at the counter.
“Welcome to Star Apparel. Take a look around and let me know if ya find somethin’ ya like or need a custom order.” He said in his true ta bein’ Manehattan born accent.
“Nah, Ah just need some repairs done.” His ears twitched from behind his paper, and he nearly jumped out of his chair after he put it down. Star was a silvery gray stallion with a bright white mane and tail, both cut short and what was essentially the inverse of five o’clock shadow on his face from a recent attempt to shave. He liked ta wear a hat these days, his looked a lot like Goose’s fedora, but the hat itself was black and the band matched his mane. He also wore this weird white blue green and yellow tie that he always said was his good luck charm that he essentially never takes off. Ah know Ah’ve never seen him without it.
“Applejack!” he said as he rushed over ta give me a hug. “Sweet Celestia, is it nice ta see a familiar face. Oh hell, it’s been a long time. How’ve ya been? What’ve ya been up to these days? Oh, and who is this? Hello there. The name’s Star Slate, nice ta meet ya.” He took a bow in front of Applebloom, who just stared from him ta me and back.
“Oh, uh… Ah’m Applebloom? Nice ta meet ya… Ah guess.” Star nodded and stood back up ta his slender full height, just a bit taller than Ah am these days.
“Ah, I see. Yeah, you two look just a little alike don’t ya? Speakin' of, you remind me of your dad quite a bit. Same coat, same eyes, but definitely easier on the eyes if ya know what I mean. The guy didn’t know what a razor blade was, I swear.” He started back ta his desk at the other end of the little shop, but then stopped just before he went behind it.
“Oh, uh… ya said repairs right? So, she’s not…?” He made little stutterin’ movements with his neck, his blue irises dartin’ from her ta me. Ah shook my head.
“Just repairs, and no, she isn’t. At least as far as Ah know.” Star nodded and then Ah turned ta Applebloom. “Look around and just sit tight. If ya see somethin’ ya want, Ah can get it fer ya, but Ah need ta talk ta Star alone fer a bit okay?” Applebloom half nodded, half rolled her eyes.
“Sure, whatever. Ah don’t mind spendin’ yer money, since, apparently ya have a lot of it.” Applebloom didn’t bother ta wait fer me ta reply and just went ta browsin’ the racks of clothes that lined the store. Ah made a motion fer Star ta move and we both headed behind the counter and up the stairs. Most buildin’s in this area were stores with apartments built above them, and Star owned this one. It was fairly cheap ta live in this shoppin’ district about fourteen years ago, and Ah guess he had sense enough ta buy the place while he could afford it, whether or not he remembers that event. Nowadays, an apartment here will cost about eight black a month fer rent, and minimum wage is only a little over seven bits an hour. It takes most ponies about three weeks ta work up enough black bits ta make rent here, so unless ya own the store below yer livin’ space, ya probably don’t live in any of the shoppin’ districts.
We made our way up the staircase ta the third floor and stopped when we reached Star’s workspace, the real workspace. As most in the hero community know, Star Apparel is the biggest purveyor of hero costumes and one of the most in the know ponies around. He knows more secret identities than anypony around and makes costumes fer half of ‘em. He said he remembers startin’ this almost sixteen years ago, but not really why. So much of his memory from the time Red Hoof was around is either gone or so spotty that it’s almost like four years of his life are just missin’. He does however, know that he made all the Red Hoof suits that appeared over those years. He still has the original sketches lyin’ around, which was the thin’ that convinced me he was trustworthy in the first place.
“Alright, what did you do to my suit, this time?” He lost the much brighter tone he had a minute ago and gave me the 'Ah know ya ruined it otherwise ya wouldn't be here' look. Ah rolled my eyes and tossed the thing at him from my bag.
“What did Ah do, pfft. Ah’ll tell ya what happened. Y’all hear the news story about the shit that happened at the harbor Saturday night?” Ah took a seat in one of the nice leather chairs he had. Star lived alone, ran his own business, and has owned this buildin’ fer a long time, so he had the money ta do just about whatever he wanted, includin’ buyin’ expensive Cavallian leather.
“Yeah? Geez, ya ripped up the whole damn foreleg sleeve. What happened ta the tail wrap? It’s ripped ta hell in some parts, and half of it’s gone. Are the boots like this too?” Ah shook my head.
“Nah, those didn’t get hit, unfortunately. It was only the sensitive parts of my body that the Beast cut up.” He stopped fiddlin’ with the suit at that.
“You went toe to toe with the Beast? For real? But wait, how did the harbor get melted if it was just the beast? That would explain the limbs but...” Ah shook my head.
“Nah, that happened a few days before the harbor thin’.” That turned his attention ta me.
“Well, clearly you’ve been busy. I know ya said ya needed some more cash, but goin’ after the Beast even after it disappeared fer a whole year? Where did ya even find it? And what happened at the harbor? I had another hero come in and ask me about it yesterday durin’ a conference about a new suit.” Ah took a deep breath.
“Ah’ll summarize ta keep this brief, but here goes. In a strange twist of fate, Ah am now actually partnered with the Beast. The pony behind the monster isn’t really all that bad, at least not any more, and durin’ a job fer my new outfit Thursday, the Beast came ta play against that pony’s will. The harbor thin’ happened because some serious shit is goin’ down that Ah don’t think anypony else is prepared fer, or even knew about save fer one asshole, but Ah have him in my entourage somehow now too. Long story short, there was a monster similar ta the Beast that showed up and in the near future, there may be more. Spread the word and let the other heroes that come by know ta be on high alert. Ah’m on a team now, but if we fuck up, it’s up ta somepony else.” Star just stared at me with a frown on his face.
“You’re tellin’ me ta spread the word? Applejack, just how deep in are ya? You better not go off and pull a Red Hoof on me, ya hear? I swear, if you get killed, I’ll revive ya just so I can kill ya again fer bein’ a dumbass. And what’s this about an entourage? I thought you and that other chick didn’t get along? Wait, I’m still just tryin’ to process this. So, first off, ya know who the Beast is?” Ah nodded.
“Don’t expect anythin’ more than that.” He nodded.
“Okay. Fine, whatever, you work with a serial killer, it’s fine, whatever. You fought with said serial killer, and that’s how you ripped the suit, correct?” He made a face that bordered anger and confusion.
“Eeyup. But that was just the leg.”
“Okay, sure, whatever. And you work for somepony now?”
“Eeyup.”
“Not only that but on a team… with the Beast.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And a monster just popped outta nowheres, and that’s how the harbor got all fucked up, and the tail of yer suit got burnt. Wait a minute, what happened ta your actual tail? If the suit ripped...”
“Don’t think about that one too much. Just know that my tail will be back ta normal later tonight... probably. Ah’ve… made some friends.” A buzzin’ accompanied by one of the many songs Ah’ve downloaded in the last twenty four hours started ta play in my saddle bags. Ah grabbed the little device and shut off the alarm. “Look, Ah’d love ta talk with ya more, but Ah’ve got other things ta do today. Ah’ll be back tomorrow ta pick up whatever ya can get me. Ah need the repairs done or a substitute suit by the time Ah come back, and Ah can pay whatever ya need ta do it. Ah promise, Ah have plenty of cash at the moment.” Ah started ta head toward the stairs and Star threw the suit on one of his manikins and followed quickly behind.
“Oh yeah? And where did all this money come from?” We hit the second floor landin’. Ah stopped and turned around.
“That Ah can’t say. Even ta y’all. Sorry.” Ah made sure he looked me in the eyes. The brand started a thin hiss in my mouth and Ah could feel the burnin’ sensation startin’ ta creep around the back of my tongue. His expression turned ta stone and he simply nodded.
“Okay, yeah, I’ll do what ya asked. But I want a real talk with you later. I can’t have both of my best clients die on me, alright?” Ah flinched at his words. Ah never really thought about it, but he was probably hurt by dad’s death as much as we were. Star always spoke of him like he was his own father, and since he stepped in right when Star’s parents died, it’s not hard ta believe he took up that spot while he was around. Ah didn’t do anythin’ but nod and let Star lead us ta the bottom floor where we found Applebloom tryin’ on a big pink bow. It was silky, almost iridescent and it suited her pretty well.
“Wow, don’t that look nice on ya?” Star commented from the top of the staircase. Applebloom just about jumped out of her skin an immediately pulled the bow off.
“What!? No, i-it’s just some dumb girly bow, that’s not...” she stuttered, soundin’ almost like she was truly ashamed of it. Star puffed after he got ta the landin’ and Ah followed. Ah figured sayin’ somethin’ wouldn’t do her any good fer her self esteem here.
“Aw come on, don’t be like that. What do ya got to be shy about?” He picked the bow off the floor and had Applebloom stand in front of the vanity mirror to reapply the bow, with his professional touch. “Now that, looks great. What do you think Applejack?” He just about holdin’ the poor filly still, her ears flat against her head, tail tucked between her legs like she’d been caught stealin’ or somethin’. Whew, boy, she needs a confidence booster. Ah know it’s her time right now, but Ah think this whole boyfriend thin’ she’s got goin’ on is makin’ her more self conscious.
“Ah think she looks cute in that thin’. Ah mean, ain’t no reason a gal cain’t look pretty every now and again.” There it is. She really wanted ta hear that and she’ll be damned if she admits it, but at the very least, that little smile is all Ah needed ta see.
“W-well… Ah guess. Y-ya said y’all were buyin’ right?” Her ears perked back up and she looked a little more steady now.
“That Ah did. Oh, and while we’re on the subject, y’all don’t have anythin’ like a bandanna with a pocket, do ya? Ah got a phone recently and don’t really wanna have ta carry my saddlebags with me everywhere Ah go now.” Star nodded.
“Yeah, I figured you’d ask about that as soon as I saw it. Most ponies just ask for a necklace, but I know ya like ta dress up like your old man. Come on over ta the counter and I’ll get you all set up alright, little miss?” Applebloom nodded and followed Star ta the counter and Ah met them both there. Ah tossed a gold bit on the table and he gave me a look like he wanted ta strangle me, but rolled his eyes and started movin’ coins around in the register. He started pickin’ up coins but then stopped in the middle fer some reason.
“Ya know what? I think it’s about time I made you somethin’ new. I’ll charge ya three black for it, and you can just have the bow and the bandana, alright?” Ah thought about it fer a moment. A new suit huh? It has been almost a year and a half since Ah got that last one… maybe it is time fer a new one.
“Alright, Ah’ll take ya up on that.” He dropped all the silver and copper bits back in their holes and picked out seven black bits, then threw the gold bit in his register. Ah picked up all the coins and threw ‘em back inta my bag. He took a bright red bandanna out from under his counter and pushed it toward me.
“This is more or less made fer the purpose ya wanted it for, so all ya have to do is hook it together on your neck and press the button to get the latch ta lock. It’s pretty strong and hard to rip to prevent theft, but it also hides things in it pretty well. It’s much more popular with the tourists from the south, but then again, you two are almost like tourists anyways. As for the bow, don’t just throw it in a laundry machine when ya need to clean it, ya need to take good care of it and hoof wash it in cold water. Otherwise it’ll shrink and fall apart.”
“Yes sir.” Applebloom just about saluted. That was weird. Defiant is more her style.
“Thanks Star. Ah’ll be back fer my work clothes whenever yer done with 'em. Oh, ya know what? Take my number and just call me when you’re ready.” Star nodded, and Ah wrote down my number on the receipt and handed it back ta him. We headed out the door and Star rattled off his slogan as soon as we turned our backs.
“Thanks for your business, and remember, Star Apparel will make a star outta you!”
“So… do ya really think it’s cute?” Applebloom asked. We’d walked in silence almost all the way ta the Roadrunner dealership fer the last ten minutes, listenin’ ta the bustlin’ streets, the angry car horns, and the whistles of police officers. Ah gave her a nod.
“Ah sure do. Yer little boy toy oughtta feel lucky ta have such a pretty thin’ like you around.” She punched me in the side and pouted in the other direction.
“Whatever, ya friggen putz. So what kinda bike are ya gonna get? Ah’ve heard that most ponies usually go fer somethin’ small ta avoid killin’ themselves first. Like a 250R, or a 300cc. Scootaloo said her sister almost crashed her first bike the day she got it because it had more power than she was able to handle on the road. That was like a couple years ago now, but still.” Applebloom said. If ya didn’t know her as well as Ah did, you’d probably figure that she’s just a prick, but really that’s just how she acts around me. Uncle Orange, Macintosh and Ah love ta baby her, and she hates it ta tears, so it’s really our fault that she acts like this.
“Ah don’t know. Ah was thinkin’ Ah’d get a liter ta start, maybe sell that and get a 1300 after Ah get used ta it. Not really sure whether or not Ah want ta sell it though, so Ah may just get the 1300 outright.” She made a slow head turn toward me.
“A liter ta start!? Oh goddess, you’re not kiddin’ either. Applejack, what the hell is wrong with ya? You’re gonna die on one of those thin’s!” Ah shook my head.
“Ah think ya’d be surprised at what Ah can survive. All the same, Ah need somethin’ that can go somewhere in a hurry, reliably, and often.” Ah said, more or less like it was a casual conversation fer me.
“Ya’ve got ta be kiddin’ me. What, do ya need ta go from one side of the outskirts ta the next in half an hour or somethin’ doin two hundred down the roads? Applejack, that’s like askin’ fer a bike that goes as fast as the subways and not knowin’ how ta ride it.” Ah looked back at her. She looked just as concerned as she sounded.
“Now who said Ah didn’t know how ta ride a bike? Ah promise, Ah’ll be fine Sugarcube.” She rolled her eyes.
“Breakin’ out ancient words huh? Sure, just go kill yerself just like him. Y’all can have a party in hell together. Maybe dad’s been lonely down there!” That touched a nerve.
“Hey! Who the fuck do you think yer talkin’ about? Yer papa did not kill himself, and he certainly didn’t go ta hell if anythin’! You do not bad mouth yer father that way!” Ah popped her across the back of the head, and she immediately took a step away from me.
“Yeah? And how would Ah know any of that!? None of y’all will tell me what happened, and everypony just ignores me when Ah ask! Ah don’t even remember him much! Fer all Ah know, he was some bastard that dropped his kids off on his brother and skipped town!” Ah was about ta start yellin’ back when her words made it through my temper. She really doesn’t know, does she? Ah sighed and went inta defusin’ mode.
“Look, it’s not... somethin’ that we like ta talk about okay? Those wounds aren’t quite all healed yet, and it… it’s just not easy ta talk about. Dad died twelve years ago. He didn’t leave, he didn’t run away, and he would never have abandoned us.” A few ponies around had stopped ta watch our little spat, and Ah decided that we should keep movin’. Applebloom didn’t say anythin’ back fer the entirety of our time in either the dealership, the subway, or the insurance office. Ah ended up buyin’ a ridin’ suit after all since Ah figured Ah could wear it over my suit, and my insurance is set up ta start on Wednesday after my license is registered with the Manehattan DPS. It wasn’t until we started toward the park that she spoke up again.
“So… look, Ah’m sorry, Ah didn’t mean all that. Ah’m just... frustrated, is all. And… probably afraid that ya might get hurt okay? Ah just don’t want the day ta come where ya don’t come home like that.” Ah sat us down on a bench in the sunny, clear, sky and gave her a hug.
“Don’t you worry none, yer sister is always gonna come home, okay?” Ah held her in the quiet of the more remote part of the city by the garden until she spoke up again.
“It’s just… Ya come home all bruised up, more so lately than before, and ya have all this money outta nowhere, and it was more like ya were scared ya wouldn’t have any all the time before. Ah just… Ah don’t know what ta make of ya these days. It’s like Ah don’t know who ya are half the time because ya won’t tell anypony anythin’, so… why? What is it ya have ta hide that ya can’t tell yer own family?” Ah gritted my teeth. What am Ah supposed ta say ta her now? it’s not like Ah can just tell her what’s goin’ on fer real, especially since this brand is on my tongue now… Ah looked away and tried ta come up with somethin’, anythin’ ta tell her, but nothin’ would come ta mind. Ah can’t tell her the truth, but Ah shouldn’t lie ta her either. What can Ah say that would satisfy her?
“Applebloom?” Ah heard from from the opposite direction. Ah looked up ta see an orange filly with a short curly magenta mane and tail and violet irises approachin’ fast on a skateboard. She leaned back, turned the board sideways, started ta flap her wings, and halted momentum just before she woulda collided with the bench we were on.
“Oh. Hiya Scoots. Are ya alone?” Applebloom asked. Scootaloo shook her head.
“Nah, she’s a little further back. What are you guys doing here? We were just about to go to the park.” She turned her head quick and looked behind. “Oh, there she is. I think I lost her when I started taking rails through the subway. She has trouble balancing on them due to the… uneven body weight she has.” From the direction she came, goin’ so fast that she just about left a rainbow colored trail behind her, was a rainbow maned, cyan coated pony with one wing on a skateboard headed right fer us, and it didn’t look like she was slowin’ down. Oh, hell she can’t stop at that speed!
“Get out of the way!” She yelled as she came closer. In an instant, all of my reflexes turned on. Ah pushed my body off the bench with one hoof and slid Applebloom ta the edge with the other. Ah grabbed Scootaloo as soon as my hind hooves hit the ground and shoved her on the bench, and prepared ta catch the cyan pegasus. She was goin’ some kinda fast, and when she collided with my body, Ah felt like Ah was catchin’ a big bullet. All of the force shuttered through my body and the skateboard slammed against my right hoof, luckily just under my fetlocks, keepin' me from feelin’ anythin’. The air felt almost frozen ta the point that Ah checked around fer Rarity and made sure the world still had color, and when it did, Ah let out a breath.
“Shit, ya could hurt somepony!” Ah yelled at the remarkably light adult sized pegasus in my hooves. She shook her head, and just looked at me dumbfounded. Then Ah noticed the other eyes. All three pairs of ‘em were starin’ at me. “What?”
“That was sooo cool! Oh my gosh, did you see that? She just flipped over everypony and caught Rainbow like it was nothing! I knew your sister was strong, but holy crap, that was awesome!” Scootaloo exclaimed. Oh fuck. Ah just did all that didn’t Ah? Oh no. Ah looked at Applebloom who was still just starin’ at me dumbstruck, and then ta my rescuee, who had formed a smile on her face that almost looked like it had malicious intentions. Now that Ah looked closer at her, thin’s were startin’ ta fall inta place. Magenta irises, a scar over her right eye, a cyan coat, a single wing.
“I don’t believe we’ve met before… I’m Scootaloo’s sister. The name’s Rainbow Dash. Nice. To. Meet. You.”