Adventures of a Fisherpony

Little Authors note~

I decided to get back into the writing scene after I got burnt out and ran out of ideas for my, admittedly,  terrible human in equestria Slenderman Fanfiction, so after deleting it and doing some pony roleplaying on secondlife….I found myself struck upside the head with a simple yet brilliant idea for a new character. After designing his general appearance and planning out his talent and personality, many of the other roleplayers were amused and rather amazed with this new character….so while roleplaying I found myself also creating a backstory for him to help along with it….So why keep that story just for roleplay?  As a fluke I decided to start writing about this character and let you guys tell me what you think about this, if the ideas keep flowing, and people are willing to read I am willing to write. So without further delay, let’s get started here is the story of the backwoods fisherpony, Cod Piece.  This story features Anthropomorphic Ponies with hands, fingers but hooves for feet! Why? Because why not?

The faint sound of hooves on stone could be heard as Celestia’s sun slowly crept over the horizon to greet the new summer day.  As the faint clopping of hooves grew louder, so did the faint sound of somepony whistling an upbeat tune, as they walked briskly with a fishing pole in one hand, letting it rest upon their right shoulder, an old and well traveled looking backpack slung over their back, and an empty wooden bucket, that carried the unmistakable scent of fish, in their left hand.  This equipment was all being carried by a tall, and slim tan brown stallion with an overgrown dark brown mane that grew down past his shoulders in an unkempt manner, and a long bushy tail that was tied at the end to keep it all together in a bushy poof of hair.  He was clothed in a pair of simple, and very worn blue jeans, with rips and tears all over the legs showing they had endured a lot of abuse over the years, and a dark red t-shirt.

As he reached the top of a hill the path lead up he clearly saw a town in the distance, the one his father had called Ponyville, with rivers, ponds and lakes teeming with more fish than the griffon kingdom could eat themselves.

“That must be it, hope Pa wasn’t lyin’ about this place!” he declared with a backwoods drawl very apparent in his voice.

With that he headed down the path as the town was beginning to wake up and start the day.

It was a busy day in the Ponyville market as an orange coated mare with a long blonde mane and tail, both tied into a ponytail with an old brown Stetson resting on top of her head, wearing a pair of blue work jeans and an orange checkered shirt tied in a knot, was manning her family’s apple stand, she smiled and waved as her latest customer walked off after paying for their apples.

“Ya’ll come back now!” she shouted after them with a smile.  She enjoyed seeing the smiles on her customer’s faces when she sold them her apples, as she turned her gaze to face forward she saw a brown stallion who looked quite lost and must have been traveling given the backpack and other things he was carrying.  He had started to talk to her good friend, a pink mare with a poofy tail and mane like cotton candy, wearing a bright yellow shirt and a blue skirt with three balloons on it, who had just gasped and darted off in a random direction, leaving the stallion standing there looking rather confused.  She shrugged it off and let her mind wander a bit.

Ah wonder who that stallion is, no doubt Pinkie is gonna try throwin’ him a party.  Ah well, no need to wonder about somethin’ that’s not my business.

As she went back to manning her stand she couldn’t help but notice that stallion bumping into a buff white pegasus with tiny wings, a blonde buzz cute mane, dressed in a white muscle shirt and black gym shorts, causing him to spill water he was drinking all over himself, causing him to turn and glare fiercly at the much smaller stallion.

With an inward sigh the orange mare put a sign on her stand that said ‘Back in 5 minutes’, obviously feeling she should help the poor guy out.

Guess I gotta make it my business now, or else this guys never gonna walk right again.

“Watch where you’re going you puny little piss ant!” the stallion shouted angrily at the poor fisherman who was already flat on his rump with his fishing pole and bucket laying on the ground next to him.

“I already said I was sorry! Water ain’t gonna stain yer shirt or nothin’ anyhow, I mean we do wash clothes with water don’t we?” he replied in a matter of fact tone, which the other seemed to take offense to.

“Are you calling me an idiot you little shit?!  Do you know who you’re talking to?!” he shouted as he grabbed the other stallion by his shirt and lifted him off the ground, his hooves dangling a few inches off the ground, but he showed no fear and just stared right back at the stallion.

“Well of course I don’t! I just got to this town today. Shoo I think I would remember a big fella like you ifin’ I ever met ya.”

He was not amused with the answer he received as he balled his hand up into a fist and cocked his arm back, ready to deliver a punch to the fisherman’s face, audible gasps heard from onlookers who could only watch, none of them brave enough to stand up to the buff pony.

Just as he was about to send his arm forwards he felt as though it was being held back, by a small but strong hand, he turned to look and see a very unamused farmer.  The look she was giving him sent a shiver down his spine.

“Snowflake, what in the hay are you doin’?  It was obviously an accident, ain’t nothin’ to hurt somepony over!”

“Oh….S-sorry Miss Applejack….but ya see he-”

“But nothin’!  Now you set him down right now, or do we need a repeat of last time you lost your head from somepony bumpin’ into ya?”

At that Snowflake immediately dropped the stallion and apologized multiple times to Applejack before walking briskly away, obviously afraid of the wrath of the orange mare.  After he was out of sight Applejack let out a sigh and turned to face the fisherman with a friendly smile.

“That there was Snowflake, don’t pay him any mind though, all that muscles really gone to his head ya know?  You alright though sugarcube?”

The stallion brushed his beat up jeans off before facing the mare and giving a dismissive wave and a smile.

“Don’t worry about me Miss, I’ve had a lot worse happen to me back in my home town, like this one time during the flu season when I was just a little colt my Pa told me that every time somepony sneezes it destroys a tiny universe in another dimension an’ I started to freak out on everypony that was sneezin’ tellin’ them what my Pa told me an’ then they called the ponies from the mental hospital to come take me to their funny farm, good thing Pa was there to clear things up though…..anyways I’m gettin’ off track here. I’m Cod Piece! It’s a pleasure to meet you Ma’am!” he said as he held out his hand to the mare.

Applejack scratched her head as she tried to catch up with the stallion’s story about sneezing and a prank from his father and just opted to shake his hand since he had extended it to her.

“Ah’m Applejack, I own and run Sweet Apple Acres with my Granny and Brother.  What brings ya to town anyways?” she asked as she released Cod’s hand.

“Jeez that was a handshake an’ a half!....Huh? OH!  My pa told me that this town was in the areas fer great rivers, ponds, and lakes fer fishin’!  I think he said it’s due to lack of predators or somethin’ like that.  Know somepony who knows where I can find such a place to fish?”

Applejack scratched the back of her head as she pondered who would most likely have information on fish and where to find them best.

Hmmmmm Ah know for sure Rarity would have no idea…..Rainbow is out of the question too…..Fluttershy might know, does she take care of fish? Pinkie…..well she already confused this poor fella to no end within his first few minutes of bein’ here……Maybe Twilight has a book about it.

Applejack smiled and pointed in the direction of a large oak tree that had seemed to be converted into a building.

“Try the library, my friend Twilight might have a book or something’ about fishin’ ponds Ponyville .”

Cod followed her finger and smiled picking up his bucket and fishing pole, heading in the direction quickly.  Only stopping and turning to wave back at Applejack who smiled and waved back to him.

“Well he sure is interestin’…..hope he sticks around a bit….could use somethin’ new around here.” She said as she walked back to her stand.