Adventures of a Fisherpony

Being caught with your pants down by someone you know can be really embarrassing.  It’s happened to everyone at least once right?  Whether it be a parent or sibling who doesn’t know the common courtesy of knocking before entering your room while you are having a little “alone” time or by some strange twist of fate, Cod was having that strange twist of fate right about now.  Here he was in a public place with his jeans around his ankles and from the exact viewpoint Stormy had from behind him, could be taken as something rather inappropriate to be done in public.  At first glance from behind it would never be considered as the motions one would have trying to remove a slippery, wriggling, blood-sucking parasite from their thigh.

“Uh listen Stormy, I can actually explain this,” Cod began as he pulled his jeans back up, promptly zipping and buttoning them before continuing “ya see this mornin’ I went fer a swim in this isolated pond out by that apple farm an’ I didn’t know until a few minutes ago I had picked up a hitch-hiker.” He said as he reached into the bucket he had tossed the aquatic vampire into, holding it out to show her.

Stormy tilted her head to the side looking at the creature and shrugged “Uhm…I was just coming by to see how you slept last night….and….you had your reasons for your pants being down, not like you took your boxers off too right?” she replied matter-of-factly to him.

Cod let out a sigh of relief as he was now sure he wouldn’t be labeled a pervert who likes to polish his fishing rod in public.  “Oh uh….yeah that’s true…” he chuckled as he sat back down and started to bait the line on his rod, casting his line into the calm waters of the river.

Stormy sat next to Cod and watched the ripples of the water briefly, letting her gaze shift between the stallion and the water every few moments.  The silence was deafening save for the sound of the river and nearby birds.  After a few minutes of complete silence Stormy decided to speak up.

“So where did you sleep Mister Cod Piece?” she asked causing Cod to look at her then look away, scratching the back of his neck a bit sheepishly.

“Uhm…..under that bridge over there.” he replied pointing at the bridge that was only about twenty feet away.

Stormy’s eyes widened at his reply “What?! Why were you sleeping under the bridge?” she asked with concern present in her voice. Cod just shrugged and reels his line in a bit, leaving her confused and shocked.  “But it rained like a typhoon came through last night! Weren’t you freezing?”

“Well…I wore mah jacket….It wasn’t so bad….I mean sure I got a few cricks in mah neck an’ back…not any different than how I normally sleep…I travel a lot fer mah fishin’ career so I almost always find myself havin’ to camp outside.”

Stormy’s concern turned to curiosity at the prospect of the many places Cod must have been to in his travels.  “Travel?....where have you been to on your travels?” Cod smiled and decided to share a few of his stories with the filly while he fished.

A few hours later as the sun had reached its peak in the sky and Stormy and Cod were laughing loudly by the shore of the river.  As Cod was right in the middle of one of his more humorous stories of his past.

“….An’ lemme tell ya…the doctor said it was nothin’short of a miracle that I was still alive with the way my spine was bent!” Cod finished as he slapped his knee and laughed loudly.

Stormy wiped a couple tears from her eyes and sighed “Oh wow, and all of that from slipping on some fish slime?”

Cod nodded and sighed “Yeah…I need to be more careful at the fish market next time I go to sell my catch..” Cod chuckled and just let silence take over for a few moments.  Stormy looked up at the stallion and twiddled her thumbs, looking over towards the bridge he said he was sleeping under, not finding it to be the least bit comfortable just from the way it looked.

“Hey Cod…I have some room at my house if you need a place to stay…I live alone but my neighbor keeps an eye on me…I have enough room if you don’t mind sleeping on an old couch.”

Cod was reeling his line in but paused to look at her with a quirked brow “Oh….are ya sure about that Stormy?....I wouldn’t wanna impose on ya or nothin’…plus…I’m not sure I smell the best…bein’ around fish all day long ya know?” he said scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

Stormy waved her hand dismissively “Aw cmon you don’t smell that bad! Grab your things, I won’t let a friend sleep out in the cold.” she then stood up and started walking off, not giving Cod a chance to press the matter anymore.  Defeated Cod rolled his eyes as he grabbed his things and followed the filly to her house.

As Stormy and Cod approached Stormy’s house a voice was heard nearby calling out Stormy’s name.  Stormy and Cod stopped and turned to see a mare approaching them.  All Cod could do was stare dumbfounded at the mare who approached them, he had no idea why but he couldn’t seem to look away from her.  Cod would have said it was love at first sight….but he wasn’t so much feeling love just from the looks of this mare, that wouldn’t be love after all…he felt….more of an attraction to this mare.  Not just in that shallow way most stallions would just wanna take this mare to bed. He felt more of an overall amorous intent towards her.

She had a sky blue coat and violet mane that was tied in pigtails, slightly lighter violet eyes, and was just tall enough for her forehead to easily meet Cod’s chin, she had rosy cheeks that gave her teh appearance of a constant blush.  Her outfit consisted of a cream colored cashmere sweater with a low cut collar that exposed her shoulders and showed a small yet tantalizing amount of cleavage. Cod wasn’t a bra cup expert, but he judged her to be between a large C cup to a smaller D cup, not really too big but just enough to be a decent handful in ones palms.  Her hips were generous and somewhat motherly, they were accentuated by her dark grey skirt that reached down to her calves, which were covered in stockings that Cod judged reached her thighs and were white with grey polka dots.  Her body wasn’t really skinny, nor was it pudgy, it was more of a careful balance, giving her a good amount of meat on her bones, yet not being overweight.  Overall she was a very attractive mare, Cod could easily see that and found it hard to look away from her.

Stormy smiled and waved at the mare who approached “Hey there Soupie! Whatsup?” the mare walked up and hugged the filly before responding.

“Oh nothing much, just pushing Olive on the swing.” She said gesturing to a young colt who appeared to be close to Stormy’s age. He had a dark orange coat and mane and was dressed in a plain blue tee-shirt and orange shorts, he was pretty much the same height as Stormy, pretty much an average young colt…the only thing that seemed to stand out about him was the oversized black top hat he wore on his head.

Stormy nodded and looked over to Cod “Oh Soupie this is Cod Piece, I’m gonna be letting him stay with me for a bit, right Cod?” she said nudging him in the side with her elbow.

Cod seemed to be in a trance until he was nudged by Stormy, causing him to shake his head and look around “Huh, wha-?...OH y-yeah that’s right, since there ain’t any inns in this town Stormy offered to let me stay at her place.” He held out his hand to the mare who just looked at it then at him, wrinkling her nose a bit at the fishy odor he seemed to emit.

“Uhm…hello mister Cod Piece…You may call me Soubrette…Stormy may I talk to you for a moment?” Soubrette looked down at the filly who just shrugged and followed the mare over to her house, leaving cod to stand at the doorstep of Stormy’s house.

“Huh….guess I really do stink….” Cod said with a shrug.

“Stormy I don’t really think it’s a great idea to let this grown stallion stay with you.” Soubrette lectured the young filly.

“Why not? He has nowhere to stay Soupie. He slept under a bridge last night in that terrible thunderstorm!”

“Stormy I know you want to help him but you don’t really know him that well…you only just recently met this stallion and I don’t really trust him being alone in the house with you…..and on a related note he smells terrible…like fish…exactly like fish.” she replied with visible disgust just remembering how he smelled.

“He’s a fisherman, of course he smells like fish….And Soupie I can take care of myself, you know that…cmon please just trust me on this?” Stormy seemed to plead to the mare, puppy dog eyes, quivering lip and all.  Soubrette sighed in defeat and nodded.

“Oh alright fine…but I am going to keep a close eye on him….and try to get him to take a bath or something.” Stormy grinned and nodded and hurried over to her house.

“Thanks Soupie!” she shouted waving back to the mare who sighed and watched go meet back up with the fisherman.

“I sure hope she doesn’t get into trouble because of that stallion.” She said as she watched them, from the short distance, and as Cod turned she couldn’t help but let her gaze roam to his backside right as Cod had swished his long floofy tail to the side. She blushed finding herself somewhat staring.  For a stallion he had a…rather feminine backside.  Soubrette smiled a bit as she watched him walk into the house.

“Well….I might have to keep a closer eye on him….for Stormy’s safety of course.” She assured herself, trying to deny any attraction towards this strange stallion.