Adventures of a Fisherpony

Cod awoke the next morning right as the sun was beginning its slow crawl over the horizon, the sky taking on a light orange hue that created a soft warmth on his face through the window.  He sat up and stretched with a loud yawn, letting his back pop several times as he smacked his lips.  He slowly stood up and carefully crept over to his fishing gear and began to rummage around his backpack, pulling out a notepad and a pencil.  He then began writing a note and set it on the coffee table when he was finished.

“There….now she won’t wonder where I am.” Cod smiled as he quietly crept out the front door, shutting it as quietly as he could before taking in a deep breath of the fresh morning air and sighing contently, heading in the direction of the river that flowed behind the town hall, Completely unaware of the pair of violet eyes affixed on him as he walked the empty streets of ponyville.

“…..Maybe I should follow him and make sure he is just a simple fisherman….wouldn’t want a dangerous pony around her….gotta keep on his tail.” If not just to get a better look at that ‘tail’ of his~ she thought before mentally slapping herself to keep her thoughts in check.  After settling the mental argument with herself she decided to cut through the alleys and gaps between ponies houses to follow the blissfully unaware fisherman.

Cod hummed to himself as he trotted down the street towards the outskirts of town in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres, perhaps to check out the nearby lake for bass and catfish.  As he walked along he was completely oblivious to the mare who was closely following behind him, diving behind anything she could to hide herself should the stallion turn around.

Why is he headed to Sweet Apple Acres?...Is he going to meet Applejack? Soubrette thought to herself only to watch him veer off the road and slide down a steep hill in a crouch, skidding himself to a halt near a large lake just on the outskirts of the farm.

“This must be it! Hope the bass are bitin’ this mornin’, I promised to get some cut up and packaged to be sent out to Canterlot fer Pa….hope they have a good mail system here.” After talking to himself for about another minute Cod started to unload his things on thr ground and started setting up a fishing lure on his rod.  “This Crawdad lure oughta tempt them bass.”

Cod continued to set himself up for the day of fishing ahead of him as Soubrette watched him from a nearby bush.

What a surprise….the fisherpony is fishing…..why am I even following this guy around?  I don’t even think he would dream of molesting a filly…maybe I should just talk to him.

With that thought Soubrette decided to emerge from the bushes quietly and walk over to Cod, clearing her throat to catch his attention.

Cod turned to face the sound and gained a small blush on his face when he saw Miss Soubrette standing there.  “Oh! Uh, hey Miss Soubrette!.....what brings you here?” he asked tilting his head to the side a bit.

“Oh, just thought I would come….talk to you for a bit….we had only met briefly you know.” Soubrette replied, hoping he would buy the…mostly true statement.

Cod shrugged and pat a spot on the ground next to him “Have a seat an’ we can talk….honestly surprised you came all this way just to talk…but I always welcome company when I’m fishin’.”

With a smile Soubrette sat on the ground next to him and watched the ripples on the water for a bit, seeming to have trouble with a topic to start on.  Shrugging she decided to take the easiest route with getting to know the stallion.

“So Cod….where are you from?”

“Well…” Cod scratched his chin before replying “We don’t really have an official name fer our town….we just called it Timberwolf Ridge…..we had a real problem with timberwolves….I live there with my Ma and Pa…..” he said as he gave his line a couple tugs to move his lure around the bed of the lake.

“Oh, so why are you in town anyways? Not really a big tourist place ya know.”

“Well Pa told me that there are great ponds and lakes here fer fishin’ since the town itself is rather peaceful, so I might as well take advantage of it to get the next quota fer fish to be shipped out and sold.”

Soubrette scratched her chin and nodded softly, there were probably a lot of places that served fish in Canterlot for those adventurous eccentric ponies or visiting gryphons.

“So you have a talent for fishing I take it?” She smiled as she watched him tug the line a few times and reel in the slack.

“Yup, been fishin’ fer 15 years.” Cod said with a  smile “Got mah Cutie mark when I was only 8 years old.”

“Mind showing me?” Soubrette asked, genuinely curious what a fishing cutie mark looked like.

Cod shrugged and stood up, pulling the waistband of his jeans around his hip down just enough to expose his cutie mark of a fishing pole that had a small silver fish on the end of the line. Only exposing his hip to her which left Soubrette feel….oddly disappointed. Shaking that feeling of minor disappointment she decided to keep the conversation going with the subject of how he earned it.

“Do you mind me asking how you—“ Soubrette paused as she was leaning closer to Cod and cupped her hands over her muzzle, her eyes watering as she was met with the aroma of dead fish, sweat, dirt, and just plain unwashed stallion. “How you smell so bad?!”

Cod seemed a bit offended at first but started to scratch the back of his head sheepishly “Well….Pa always runs a really tight quota and deadlines that….I never really have time to bathe?”

Soubrette grabbed him by his wrist and stood up “Oh no, no excuses, you are going to take a bath. NOW.” She said as she pulled the stallion behind her, who just barely managed to scramble to grab his things off the ground.

“Uhm, really I think I can handle bathing myself Miss Soubrette….and can’t we do it inside?....” he said as he stood in Soubrette’s backyard in front of a large washtub filled with soapy water.

“And let you stink my house up and possibly stain my bathtub permanently? I don’t think so, now strip…” she said in a stern tone, with her arms crossed under her breasts, seeming to make them stand out much more than they already did which made Cod blush and look away before he sighed turning his back to her and lifting his shirt up.

As Cod lifted his shirt up it exposed what appeared to be a myriad of scars on his back, causing Soubrette to gasp and mutter under her breath

“Battle Scars?”

Cod looked back at her “You say somethin’?” Soubrette quickly shook her head no.  Cod just shrugged and tossed his shirt aside and started to unbutton his pants.  Soubrette just stood there looking sternly at him as he undressed, though as Cod’s jeans went lower Soubrettes stern expression seemed to slowly melt into one of interest. As Cod's jeans seemed to slide past the base of his tail and over a rather generous curve Soubrette couldn't help but let her eyes follow the denim trousers downwards as more and more of his rather girlish backside was exposed.  Soubrette couldn’t believe she was just staring at this stallion’s butt like she was, but for the life of her she couldn’t help herself! It was as if Celestia herself had put meticulous work into crafting this particular stallion’s ass into near perfection!

Cod kicked his jeans aside with his leg as his hands were rather busy covering his front as he slowly dipped himself into the washtub, Soubrette shook her head coming out of her somewhat trancelike state she seemed to have slipped into and grabbed a scrub brush, immediately starting to scrub the stallion’s filthy back.  The process went on as expected, she started with his back , chest and stomach areas, much like anybody would when they clean themselves, Cod found it kind of relaxing actually.  Cod sighed softly as he relaxed in the tub of water….until he felt a hand making its way dangerously close to his rump, causing him to jump and squeak rather girlishly and look straight at Soubrette

“What the hay you think yer doin’?!”

Soubrette rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her breasts again “Come on Cod, We have to get ALL of you clean, that means your butt too, just relax.”

Cod sighed and relaxed best he could as the mare’s hand slowly made its way to his backside, gently rubbing and scrubbing in small circles much like she had done to the rest of him, though as she continued Cod couldn’t help but notice her getting slightly more….aggressive.  What was simple scrubbing was now more of squeezing and feeling up, making him feel just the slightest bit uncomfortable.  Meanwhile Soubrette was beside herself as she was ‘cleaning’ the stallion’s backside, finding that not only was it soft and yielded to her touch, but also firm and pushed back slightly. Not wanting to seem like some creepy perverted mare she decided to stop and move on.

“Ok, now let’s wash your mane.” She said as she poured some water over his head which made him become blinded from his soaked mane draping all over his face, she then squeezed some shampoo onto his mane and began to lather it up, slowly massaging his scalp to get all the dirt grease and sweat washed out of the mane, pouring more water to rinse the suds out and smile “There all clean.” She said with a grin.

Just as Cod was about to stand up and ask for a towel Soubrette had gasped and pushed him back down “WAIT!....we forgot to wash the front.”

“We already washed my chest and stomach?” Cod scratches his neck nervously.

“I didn’t mean that front…” she paused pointing downwards “It has to be clean…spread your legs.” She said with a s tern tone, this is where Cod drew the line, he started to squirm and wiggle out of her grasp.

“Oh no no no no you don’t!” he shouted as he managed to wriggle free and hop Soubrette’s fence, skidding to a halt as he spotted not only Twiliht, that mare who ran the library…..but Princess Celestia standing right next to her, both staring red faced in his direction.

“Ok this looks bad…but I can explain, ya see Soubrette here was jus--.” Cod turned to point Soubrette out but had seen she had abandoned him to deal with this mess on his own….wondering what the punishment was for exposing himself to two princesses….