Adventures of a Fisherpony

Cod Piece Walked along the path from the boutique  that led in the direction of the park, hoping to get some fishing in before it got dark.  It was already well into the afternoon with the time he wasted in the market with Applejack saving his ass, looking for information on lakes and rivers in the library, and having a brand new pair of jeans made from scratch for him by Miss Rarity.

“Ok, no more interruptions, I have to get to that park before the sun sets or else my time fer fishin’ will all be gone fer today!” he said to himself as he diligently walked along the path, passing right by a building that was the shape of an oversized gingerbread house.

In a big blur of pink Cod felt himself being dragged backwards, and into a building and landing flat on his rump in the middle of the floor.

“Ooof! What in the hay?!” Cod was barely able to get out the last word as a cupcake was thrust into his mouth, effectively silencing him.  As he looked up he saw the pink mare from earlier standing there with a goofy grin on her face as she bounced on her hooves.

“HI! My name is Pinkie Pie! You must be new in town because I’ve never seen you before and I know everypony here except for you but that’s because you’re new here and I just met you! What’s your name?! Where are you from?! Why do you smell like fish?! And are those jeans one of Rarity’s designs?”

Of everything the fisherman just heard he only made out a few things and decided to answer what he heard after chewing and swallowing the sweet and delicious pastry that was shoved into his mouth.

“Uhm my name is Cod Piece, I smell like fish cuz I’m a fisherman, and….yes?” he sat there slightly confused at this bubbly pink mare’s enthusiasm for meeting some smelly fisherman.  Not wanting to waste any more time Cod was about to excuse himself, only to feel something wet and slimy gnawing at his arm, upon closer inspection he saw a small alligator with its jaws firmly wrapped around his wrist.

“Gummy! We don’t chew on ponies without their permission!....Silly alligator.” Pinkie giggled as she grabbed the alligator and pulled him off his arm, leaving it covered in drool.

“Uhm…..right, listen I don’t mean to sound rude but I really have to get goin’ to the park….or else I won’t be able to go fishin’ today.”

As Cod spoke the party prone mare seemed to grow slightly more sad, giving him a sad puppy dog pout, complete with quivering lip.

“B-But….I wanted to throw you a party….” She whimpered as she turned and began to slowly walk away.  Never wanting to be one to enjoy making a mare sad Cod sighed and stood up.

“Well….I suppose I could stay a little while an’-”

“GREAT!” Pinkie cut him off as she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the center on the shop, as she ran over to what appeared to be a standard box to hold a fire extinguisher, but with a lever that said ‘In Case of Party Emergeny Please Pull Lever’.

As she pulled the lever lights started flashing, tables flipped over revealing identical tables, only decorated for partying, balloons fell from the ceiling, and refreshments appeared as a long table sank into the floor and soon rose back up.

Rather distracted by the sudden change of the room Cod failed to notice tons of ponies making their way into the small bakery.

“Ain’t no party like a Pinkie Pie party!” Pinkie shouted over a microphone she somehow came into possession of, as a Dj started to unleash the loud dubstep.

“….Well there’s always night fishin’…..Cod said as he let himself unwind and get into the party.

As the party reached its peak Cod was leaning back against a wall catching his breath from dancing with strangers, Pinkie Pie skipped up to him with a grin on her face.

“Having fun Cod?” she asked in her bubbly happy voice.

“Well it ain’t a hoedown like in my hometown but it’s fun alright....But if I still want time to go fishin’ I better get goin’ here pretty soon, it’s getting’ around to bein’ 3 o’clock.”

Pinkie just smiled and nodded at him as she gave him a bone crunching hug.  “Awwwww, come on back if you ever want cupcakes! We can make them together sometimes! OOOOO maybe we could make them with fish in them! But maybe they would taste icky then!” Pinkie rambled for a good thirty seconds before releasing Cod so he could catch his breath and exit the building, giving Pinkie a cheerful wave goodbye.

I really like him! Even if he is a bit smelly. OOO! Maybe he could take a bath with Gummy sometime! Gummy smells a lot like fish too!

Pinkie let her mind wander to places only she knew as she shut the door to the bakery and got back to the impromptu party she was hosting.

Cod was yet again on the path towards the park as the sun started to make its slow descent towards the horizon, causing him to groan and pick up his pace.

“Man I shoulda just left that party before it started!.....But I can’t make a mare cry like that….Celestia knows what Pa woulda done if he knew I pulled somethin’ like that.”  Cod shuddered visibly as he recalled the last time he upset his father by disregarding what he had been told.

It was a quiet evening in Cod Piece’s childhood home as a young Cod Piece snuck into the dark house, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could, creeping through the living room with his fishing pole and other equipment, setting them down and heading towards the stairs to his room, only to be caught off guard by the lights coming on in the living room, revealing a displeased looking stallion in an armchair.

The stallion had the exact same tan brown coat Cod had but a sandy blonde short-cut mane, wearing a checkered flannel shirt and overall jeans with the bibs undone, letting them dangle around his waist.

“O-oh……hey there Pa.” Cod choked out as his father silently stood up and walked past the young colt, walking over to inspect the fishing gear his son had set down. He grabbed the fishing pole and inspected the lure before removing it from the line and walking over to his son.

“Son…..can ya tell me what this is?” he said as he held up a bright golden lure that resembled a small bait fish.

“Uhm…..it’s yer prized golden minnow lure Pa.” Cod stood there wringing his hands together nervously.

With a nod his father stood up and walked over setting the lure on a nearby table before walking back over to his son and kneeling down to be at eye level with the young colt.

“That’s right boy…..an’ what did I tell ya to never do with that lure?” he asked, his voice calm yet unnerving.

“Y-you…t-told me to….never ever use it…w-without yer permission….” He whimpered in response.

“Right….but you went ahead and did just that…..what made you think that was a good idea?” he leaned in closer to him but received no answer in response.  Cod’s father stood up and in a swift motion backhanded the young colt right across the face, sending him stumbling backwards into a display cabinet, causing the glass to shatter as his head made contact.

“This is what you get when you don’t listen to me boy!  Yer Ma an’ I brought you into this world an’ raised you under our roof, an’ this is how ya repay us?!  Sneakin’ around an’ stealin’ yer father’s lures?!.....Clean this mess up and get to bed now.” He said trotting up the stairs as he left the whimpering young colt to clean up the broken glass, blood running down the left side of his face from a cut on the top of his head.

Cod shook his head to rid himself of the memory for the time being as he saw the park come into view.  With renewed vigor he quickened his pace as the pond started to come into view.  Filled with excitement of finally being able to fish before the day ended Cod broke into a full sprint towards the pond, neglecting to see a yellow mare kneeling in his path as she tended to some baby ducks until the very last second, causing him to try skidding to a halt but found himself sliding ever closer to the mare before he slammed into her, knocking them both over and causing them to tumble a few times before coming to a halt.  Cod groaned as he tried to sit up but stopped as his face was met with something soft and pillowy pressing against his snout and a surprised feminine yelp reached his ears.  Quirking a brow Cod tried to get a better look at his surroundings but was only met with a green material taking up all of his vision.

His vision grew clearer as whoever was on top of him began sitting up, revealing the yellow mare he had run into……and what his snout had just run into. Cod was Blushing furiously as he realized he pretty much just stuck his face into some mare’s bust without even so much as a ‘Howdy do there!’.  Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice as she was sitting herself up and Cod was able to get a good look at her.

She had a long pink mane, flowing over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was wearing a soft green sweater that seemed to hug every curve of her body, making her large bust all the more apparent.  Her sweater stopped at her waist where a long flowing yellow skirt that reached her ankles could plainly be seen.

She sat there rubbing her head for a moment before looking down and seeing she was sitting on top of a stallion, causing her to yelp and shoot to her feet, muttering apologies and trying to pull him to his feet.

“Oh I-I’m sorry sir. I-I shouldn’t h-have been standing in the way there…y-you were obviously in a hurry and…oh I’m just so stupid!”

Cod brushed himself off for what seemed like the hundredth time today and quirked his brow as the mare kept apologizing that was obviously not her fault, so he decided to stop her from taking the blame.

“Whoa now hold on there Miss, I’m the one who wasn’t really payin’ any attention there.  Are ya alright? I plowed into ya pretty hard there.”  Cod mentally slapped himself from his suggestive way of explaining their collision.

The mare nodded her head as she tried to hide her face behind her mane. Cod smiled and reached his hand out to her.

“Well that’s all that matters….my name is Cod Piece by the way.”

She looked at his hand cautiously before reaching her own out and giving it a light squeeze and a shake.

“Uhm…I’m Fluttershy…..” she said as she let go of his hand and rung her hands together nervously.

“Well uhm….nice meetin’ ya I guess?” he said as he picked up his fishing pole and headed towards the pond, spotting an empty bench right at the waters edge where he sat his backpack, and bucket next to and got to setting his pole up for fishing.

As he opened his bag and pulled out a small sealed container, that even when sealed emitted a foul odor, he failed to notice the mare inching herself closer to peek over his shoulder as what he was doing.

“Uhm….what are you doing?” she asked in a soft almost inaudible voice.

Flicking his ear Cod turned to face her, causing her to jump back a bit from the sudden movement.  “Well I’m baiting my hook to catch me some fish Miss Fluttershy.” He said as he pulled out some sinkers and fishing weights, which he bit to open to be put around the line, pinching them closed just above the hook.

“Oh….ok….” she stood there and watched silently as Cod opened the jar of mystery bait, letting out a blast of the stench out and into the air around anypony unfortunate to be so close.

Fluttershy cupped her hands over her snout to keep the foul aroma from offending her sense of smell and possibly her lunch.  While she kept her hands over her nose Cod just brought the jar up to his nose and took and deep breath from it, causing him to cough and retch a bit before he shook his head to clear his sense and nodded.

“Perfect! Been festerin’ and creatin’ a smell fer about a week now.” He said satisfied with the stench as he reached two fingers into the jar to pull out a yellow paste like substance, which he squeezed around the hook into a ball.

“I-it’s supposed to smell that bad?” Fluttershy asked through her hands from about a good three feet away from the bench Cod was sitting on.

Cod simply nodded his head as he stood up and took a quick look over the pond before taking his pole into his hand and over his shoulder, letting the line with the bait dangle behind him for a few seconds before giving a swift powerful swing of the pole, catapulting the baited hook straight to the center of the pond where it entered with an audible *PLOP*.

Once the foul odor had cleared up Fluttershy moved closer to the stallion once more.

“Do the fish get hurt when they bite into the hook?” She asked, only to be met with Cod shushing her and turning his head back to watch the water.

“Oh uhm….sorry….” she said as she sat at the far end of the bench, twiddling her thumbs as a nearby sparrow chirped from a tree branch.  The silence was deafening, she wanted to ask Cod if the poor fish in the pond would be alright, after all, she did often come to take care of them.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask another question she heard a splash and the sound of Cod scrambling to his feet, giving the pole a yank as it bent from the resistance only a fish could cause.

“WHOOO! Got one already!”  Cod shouted in delight as he started to pull and reel the fish in, Fluttershy bit her finger as she watched pole bend and jerk and the line going everywhere to get away from the fisherman dragging it in from the water.

“OH dear..p-please be careful…d-don’t hurt the poor dear….” She said watching on as the fisherman kept reeling in his line.  Her plees would fall on deaf ears though as Cod was currently in his own little world that included just him, and the fish on the end of his line.

“He’s a fighter that’s fer sure!” he said as he gave another yank on his pole sending a large trout out of the water and straight towards him, in that moment time seemed to slow down as Cod and Fluttershy watched the fish soar through the air with the hook in its mouth.  The fish reached the peak of is parabolic arch and started to make it’s descent straight for Cod, the trout flailed its tail around in mid air causing it to turn and slam it’s body into the side of the fisherman’s face,  knocking him flat on his back with the trout laying on his chest flopping around.

“Oh my goodness are you ok?!” Fluttershy rushed over to the fallen fisherpony and kneeled next to him.

“Y-yeah I’m fine this one had more fight in him than I thoug-”

“You poor poor baby!” Fluttershy said as she leaned down and grabbed….the trout?....

Cod sat there a bit dumbfounded as the mare held the trout in her arms like it was a baby, pulling the hook out of its mouth and walking back over to the water.

“It’s ok, Mama won’t let the big mean fisherman hurt you anymore.” She said as she pat the fish and put it into the water where it promptly swam away.

“Uhm….I….wha-……nevermind.” Cod said as he stood up, and rubbed his now red cheek from where the fish ran into him

“You should really be more careful when fishing…..you could really hurt the poor dears.”  Fluttershy said in a somewhat chastising manner to the fisherman.

“Uhm….ok…I’ll take that into consideration?”  Cod scratched the back of his head a bit, causing the mare to smile and nod, turning and walking away, leaving behind a very confused fisherman.

He should really be less reckless and think about how the fish feel about being caught like that….though he seems to have a good heart….even if he did sort of shove his face into my boobs…

She giggled as she blushed a bit remembering the shocked look on the stallion’s face after he saw he had unintentionally motorboated the mare.  As she headed of in the direction of her cottage she couldn’t help but notice the rainbow trail going through the sky towards the direction of the pond.

Oh my…I hope Dashie isn’t going to practice her tricks again today….Cod will be in for a rather….loud surprise.