The Mechanical Gardens

by Ponyess

Rating: everyone
Tags: Pinkie Pie, Random, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Science Fiction, Other
Length: 1152

Living just outside of Ponyville, the gray little mare, Auto Mail crafts mechanical creatures: big and small; selling them to any Pony who wants one, or giving the diminutive once off as gifts to Fillies and Colts.

The gray little mare by the name of Auto Mail, lives just outside of the bustling village Ponyville, where she is crafting the mechanical creatures.

She loves selling them off to any Pony who wishes to have one, even makes them to measure and takes commissions whenever she can.

Being born an Earth Pony would make it tough on her, but thanks to her artificial horn and wings; she can easily perform the tasks required in her line of work.

Published 2015-12-06 20:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-06 20:40:02 UTC

Just an Episode of Yet another Mare: 1 (1)

Author's Note

Mechanic Mare's POV

Just an Episode of Yet another Mare: 1 (1)

Being an Earth Pony is no different; from being a Unicorn or Pegasus; just as there is no real difference between being the mare, or the stallion. You are, what you were born to be. You merely play the part; dished out to you, by forces we have little to no control over. I am no different; than any other Pony.

I have a job, doing what I am good at. I make mechanical critters and companions; as decoration, toys, pets and companions. I love my work; knowing Ponies are loving me, for what I do for them. I feel needed, merely because I am good at what I do; while I guess I am a fairly rare Pony, with this type of profession. No real difference to me, though.

Personally, I prefer to go up early, by Celestia’s first light. There is but the reason, I am the early Pony. I am not going to parties and staying up all night.

I have no mechanical gizmo to wake me up, and I don’t need to see the sun to know when it is time either. I just know when it is time, simple as that. I guess you could blame magic, if you please, not that it would bother me.

I just fold the quilt up against the wall, and slide my hooves off of the bed and rise to my hooves; before I fold the quilt back. By now, I am up and fully awake.

I am an Earth Pony, true and through; I am proud of it, mainly because it is what I had been born to be. No point in shame, or excessive pride, there. I live the life as the Earth Pony I am, simple as that.

Trotting to the door, opening it by turning a knob, and closing it behind me; before trotting on to the kitchen.

No undue haste, but I don’t pull my hooves lazily after myself either. I merely permit the time to flow as it always has, and always will.

For me, a glass of juice is a good start, but an apple, vegetables and a few muffins would always complete the meal. As A Pony, I am a slow eater; but I can enjoy a good, and steady meal.

Work is my choice, something I enjoy doing. If it pleases you to pay for what I do, I am just all the more happy for you; although I do need the bits you push up on my counter. I need the food, and I do need the new parts; in order to keep my business going.

I have all the tools I need; which includes an artificial horn, a set of wings, screwdrivers and a few other items that goes with the trade.

As opposed to a certain other Earth pony with a pink coat, and a tightly curled up deep pink mane; I can never learn to fly or manipulate things with my mane or tail; like she is known to do.

Once in the mechanic theatre, I spend a few hours here, mainly crafting various items, but also speaking to and conversing with Ponies who choose to come by.

I have my lunch, which I do enjoy Royally; even if I commonly am alone. The meal is mainly the same as the breakfast, but I seriously do need a refuel, in order to stay alert and active all day.

From here, I return to my business. Although this is the time of day, when I do go out, shopping for items I may need; including tools, food and materials for my work.

After dinner; it is too late to go out and hit the market, so I spend it at home, or with a friend or the other.

Naturally, my day ends as the sun goes down, and Luna is raising her beautiful moon; signaling the event.

Donning the horn or wings is easy, at least it is to me. Not to forget, I have done this innumerable times. I stopped count years ago.

Yet, I still do recall the first thrill of the surge of the magic, as I first donned the tiara the horn is attached on. I still do feel the surge, and it is still exciting to use it. It just isn’t quite the thrill it was, when I was new to it.

If I wanted to, I could don the wings any day, for any reason. I could be joining the Pegasi in the sky, soaring all day, if it had been my thing, but there never was a call to me. I may enjoy wearing them, and the air under my wings, but that is the end of it, a useful item, for when I do need it. Of course, I do deliver to Clouds dale, on rare occasion as well. It is fun, but just fun and nothing more. It pays the bills, of course.

I do perform hard work, requiring the application of force; just as much as I am doing delicate work. It is all depending on the specific item I am working on, at the time.

I can craft a miniature, or build a heavy-duty application. Sometimes, this may even happen on the same day; but I don’t complain. As a matter of fact, I do find it amusing or fun.

On the weekend, or the day off; I love going to the Sugar-Cube Corner. Pinkie pie is commonly there, and permits me to chat away. Otherwise, I see Mr’s Dazzle Cake, or Mr. Carrot Cake; When Pinkie Pie isn’t available. I still do enjoy spending a moment, chatting with either of the two. I just prefer Pinkie Pie’s exuberant enthusiastic manners and antics.

In the end, I trot out into the café; and wait for the pastry, and juice to arrive at the table; where I quietly enjoy a pleasant meal.

Naturally, I do see Rarity at the Carousel Boutique, any and every time I need to buy something to wear; whether it is for private, or business use. Besides, I do enjoy seeing her, and talk to her; when I have the opportunity, and she has the time.

Last time I was at her place, I had been served a special surprise. It isn’t so much in Sweetie Bell being there; I do see her, both on town and when I see Rarity, when I buy something to wear.

The shock is that she apparently had found her place, and received her mark. The three coloured shield, but with a five sides star with a note on it.

Naturally, I was congratulating her; anything less would have been rude, even when I am not in her age, or her closest friend.