Tinker Farmer Fluttershy

It was a warm, sunny day in Ponyville and all the ponies were going about their daily business. In the town square you could see Rose selling her flowers; Lyra and Bon Bon arguing over something inconsequential; Derpy trying her hardest to fly through the side of a building; and Fluttershy meekly tip-toeing through the crowd. She was coming back from doing her bi-weekly errand trip to the market. Having gotten all that she needed, she was returning home. But suddenly her calm reverie was destroyed by a seemingly earth-shattering call of:“HI FLUTTERSHY!”

Startled by the titanic greeting of the hyper-kinetic bubblegum pink pony that had just popped out of her saddlebags; Fluttershy dropped to the ground and covered her head with her hooves. Then, realizing who it had come from, she slowly rose from her crouching spot, returning the greeting.

“Um, he-hello Pinkie. How are you today?”

“I’m great! No, better than great, I’m grand! No, that word still doesn't fully capture the essence of how I feel. Then how about super-duper splendiferous?!!”

“Wow, Pinkie, its good to hear that you're doing so well. Um, but why were you in my saddlebag?"

“That's not something you need to worry about. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to my day," the party pony said, before sinking back into her friend's bag.

"Oh, um... Ok, then. Have a good day Pinkie.”

From deep, in the bag, came the call of: “Okie-dokie-loki!”

Shaking her head, she once again started the trek back to her cottage. And once again she was stopped by a strange sight. What appeared to be a dust cloud was quickly making its way toward the town. And it was being ridden by a familiar shape.

"Oh no," she thought.

Fluttershy had to warn the town. So, summoning all of her courage,she yelled out, with all her might, “DRAGON!”

~*~
He had gone by many names throughout his life, but he knew that his current name, was his favorite. And one other thing he knew was that, no matter where he went, whether it be Phillydelphia or Manehatten, there was always a commotion when he first rolled into a town.

"Or my name isn't (currently) Cloque Worque T. Tinker," he mumbled to himself, chuckling at his little joke.

As if on cue, from the small town that he was heading towards, a cry of "DRAGON!" rang out in the morning air.

He sighed inwardly, because, while he understood, and even was expecting the ruckus, it still pained him to see it.

"But," he thought, "down to business."

As he collected his emotions and placed them in the background of his mind, the dragon readied himself for the onslaught of hostility that always accompanied his appearance.

"I wonder how they will greet me," he mused aloud. " Will it be the normal exchange of forced niceties? Will it be an angry mob, ready to protect their lives and homes from the ferocious dragon? Or will it be an outright fear, one that was probably instilled in them by some idiot relative of mine."

Almost hesitantly, he entered Ponyville. Expecting the worst, and hoping for the best.

~*~

When Fluttershy first screamed everypony just stood there, dumbfounded; then, as she expected, utter chaos reigned.

Ponies ran in all directions, tripping over themselves, and others, in their panic. Several carts were overturned in the mad scramble to get to a place of safety. Screams of fear sounded from every corner, of the town, as the news spread. Mothers ushered their children indoors, husbands rushing to their family's sides. A few brave ponies stayed in the center of town, hoping to buy their friends and loved ones a little time, at least.

Fluttershy was scared, as well. But she knew that, when it came down to it, the town relied on her and her friends to protect them from such dangers. So, trembling the entire time, she readied herself for the oncoming storm.

~*~

"Celestia give me patience," Cloque Worque thought as he entered the pure insanity that was Ponyville. "I almost would've preferred the mob."

But in the middle of all of it, there was one pony who caught his eye: a bright yellow mare who had a pink mane obscuring a large part of her face. He had to do a double take to make sure that he was seeing her correctly, because he was sure that she made his heart skip a beat.

"Maybe two," Cloque Worque said, to himself, " definitely no more than nine."

"She's gorgeous!" he thought. "Absolutely stunning! I've never seen a mare like her in all of my travels."

He stopped his motorized cart and stepped down, but as he got closer to the pony, he could tell that she was quite upset over something. "I wonder what that might-

Oh.

Duh."

"Oh no," he thought, "I'm almost to where she is, and I have absolutely nothing to say. Wonderful. I should say something."

"Good morning," he said brightly.

The yellow pegasus replied to his greeting with an suspicious glare.

Feeling the tension building, he grabbed the closest thought, in hopes to break the silence.

"You're pretty!" he blurted out, a statement that she seemed taken aback by.

"I-i'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"STUPID-STUPID-STUPID-STUPID", he mentally cursed the fact that he was born with the ability to voice his thoughts.

"Uh...um...I said, 'It's pretty loud.'"

"Calm down, Idiot, you've done this a hundred times before," he thought. "Just because there is an, admittedly,very pretty pegasus in your way, don't let that trip you up. Just go with what you always say."

"Oh," she said. "Yes, I suppose it is."

"Please allow me to say, before anything else happens, that I assure you, Miss, that I intend to do no harm to you, your friends, or anyone else, in this pleasant, little town," he said, flashing her a winning smile. "I have only come to sell my wares. I'm interested in the ponies here only as potential customers."

"Uh huh," she said, with a look that all but shouted "pull the other one."

"You sound unconvinced."

"No. Really. I believe you."

Her voice all but oozed sarcasm.

"Great. Off to a excellent start with the pony of your dreams," he thought to himself.
~*~
Fluttershy was not convinced.

She could not exactly put her hoof on it, but she could tell that the dragon was not being entirely honest. However, since she couldn't tell what it was that he was being dishonest about, she decided to ask Applejack about it, later. "On that note," she thought, "where are they? I could really use their help."

Realizing that, for now, she was on her own, she did her best to converse with the dragon.

"What reason do I have to trust you?" she asked.

"Well, for starters, look at me."

And with that he held his arms out and turned himself around, slowly, giving her a chance to look at him.

He wasn't big by dragon standards, that was for sure. He was a little shorter than Big Macintosh, and had forest green scales and a brown stomach. What she had first assumed to be a cape, turned out to be, in fact, his wings. And he had two small horns sticking out of the top of his head.

All in all, he didn't seem that ferocious.

"Ok," she said, "lets say that I'm a little convinced. Why else should I believe you aren't here to destroy the village?"

"Well," he said, with a smile,"it's bad for business."

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A/N Thanks to all you bronies and pegasisters that have read this. Please leave your feedback below. Hopefully I'll be able to make these chapters a little longer and a little more coherent in the future.

Thanks again,
CptDemos