A/N This is technically set after my other story If You're Going My Way, but we all know the plot of cars so it's not really important though I may drop a line or two about Lyra (fem Lightning) in later chapters. This is a fem Dusty story with the main pairing being Dusty X Skipper. Reviews are really appriciated guys. And if you do like this then check out my other story If You're Going My Way with fem Lightning x Doc.
Propwash Junction, a spectacular little town hidden away in the heart of America. The town itself was built on highland shaped like a plane, which was slightly ironic seeing as the town was practically one big airport with a few small homes and hangars scattered around. Made up of a handful of individuals everybody knew everybody in Propwash Junction, from the oldest resident Mayday, a nicknamed given to him by a group of kids back when he was first starting out as a fireman that everyone now called him by, to the youngest citizen Dottie Decker; you couldn't go anywhere without running into someone you knew.
But what made Propwash Junction such a fantastic place was how empty the town and the surrounding area was. The town itself being so small didn't even appear on the map, in fact the nearest town to Propwash was just shy of 2 hours away by car. And even though the majority of the town was made up of its airport it still didn't receive that many visitors, seeing as not many people knew that it existed. But that's what made Propwash truly incredible, because of the lack of knowledge about its existence the airspace around it was clear most days and the surrounding mountains made for great obstacles for practice, just like two fighter jets were about to find out.
"What's taking this girl so long? Is she really as good as they say she is?" One of the pilots asked the other over his radio as he took in his surroundings, keeping his eyes open for any other type of aircraft. He and his partner had been flying around since that morning with orders to find and race Dusty Crophopper, one of the fastest racers in the world so that they could test out a new part in their jets meant to improve speed; if they beat her today then the test would be a success and they could possibly start putting the part in all the other jets on the squad.
"No. Better" The other pilot told him, leaving a pause between the two words for a bit of dramatic effect. Unlike his partner this pilot had raced against Crophopper before on a similar mission a few months prior, and just like back then he expected to trail behind her for the majority of the race; although he did plan to give it his all. He had seen first-hand just what the girl in question could do in the air and he doubted that he and his partner could even come close to matching her skill.
Suddenly out of nowhere came a small orange plane, zipping past the pair in seconds before disappearing into the clouds again; they had finally found her. In a matter of seconds, she was once again in front of them, the inexperienced pilot almost doing a double take in his seat as he took in the girl's plane. To think a tiny little crop-duster had been able to come at them so fast, no wonder she was known as one of the best racers in the world if she could make a plane like that go at such high speeds.
"Hello boys. Ready to lose?" Dusty spoke over the radio as she tightened her scarf, a habit that she had formed since she first started piloting. She had been having such a relaxing day, planning to spend the majority of it in bed asleep until her best friend Chug had opened her hanger door and began telling her about the two jet fighters that had stopped at the airport that morning for some fuel. Knowing that they would be looking for her Dusty quickly got dressed and made her way up into the sky, looking for the two pilots so that she could get this over with and get back to bed.
"Last one to the water tower buys a round of drinks." The more experienced of the two fighter jet pilots spoke as he prepared himself for the race. They had made the same bet last time he had raced Dusty and had been the one paying having come in 3rd with his old partner, however his current partner was much younger with less experience under his belt so he had a good chance of not having to spend any money this time around.
"Tell you what, I'll give you guys a head start." Dusty began as she smiled to herself, having actually become excited about the idea of racing the two pilots behind her. Perhaps the military had finally been able to come up with something that could finally beat her and this wouldn't have been a complete waste of her time; after all this was something like their 10th test against her surely they should have come up with something by now. "You're going to need it."
"Later loser." The less experience pilot scoffed before he and his partner started diving, leaving the pilot of the orange plane all alone in the air.
'One one-thousand, two one- Oh that's enough'. Dusty began counting in her head before deciding that they had been given enough of a head start, they were piloting fighter jets after all they should in theory beat her in her crop-duster with that much of a head start surely.
Dusty started out her dive with a barrel roll, possible her favourite trick to do while in her trusty plane; the way it made her feel was simply indescribable. For most of the race Dusty stayed right on the pairs tail, a tactic she often used while racing to give her opponents a false sense of security, when people knew that they were ahead of her they often got cocky about the idea and cockiness often lead to mistakes that Dusty could use as an opening to quickly turn the race around and move back into first place.
When the three of them finally began to race over one of the many corn fields surrounding the area Dusty began to make her move. It hadn't been the right time before when they had flown over the river or around Propwash's 'great tail', but now as they zoomed over the farmland Dusty knew that this was the moment to act and stop acting like the two jet fighters actual had a chance against her.
"See ya sucker!" Dusty shouted over the radio as she ascended above the pair briefly before once again going in for a barrel roll, activating her sprayer as she went. With the water tower just seconds away Dusty was pulling it close but she knew that the two jets wouldn't be able to catch her once she got ahead. "Eat my-"
"DUSTY!"