The Pony Request Agency
This is a mere work of fiction. I do this to stretch my creativity.
Please let me know what you think.
(update)*Hehe, just noticed I didn't have anon reviews on. Whoops. New writer, I'm still trying to figure this all out.
1st Delivery: Checkered flags and apples.
"Stop you three!"
A pony yelled as he chased after a laughing triplet of young ponies rushing down the streets of Ponyville. They were moving so quickly, bystanders could only see a blur of white, orange, yellow. Closing in on it was a brown colt with a blue mane and tail that had a faded green streak going through it.
Slowly gaining on his target he hollered again "Girls slow down!"
Finally noticing the clot, the three slow down to match his speed. At the edge of town, finally getting them to stop, the colt could get a good look at the three fillies he was chasing and what they were riding; a scooter pulled wagon. After catching his breath the colt was about to address them but was quickly cut off.
"Hey Task Rush!" The three greeted in unison.
Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo, the three members of the Cutie Mark Crusader (CMC for short) are known through the town for their energy, enthusiasm, and knack for getting into trouble all for their quest to get their cutie marks, and also for their volume.
"So how come you stopped us Task?" asked Applebloom.
"Yeah what give, can't you see were on an important mission?" Scootaloo said with an annoyed look on her face as she tapped her hoof, waiting for an answer.
"You see girls Ms. Rarity just recruited me to deliver-" Task turned his head, reaches into his bag
"this" and pulls out a giant mesh net.
Just looking at it gave a pony the impression that it was made for high class, formal purposes. Tassels on the four corners with a gemstone fastened into them, made from quality silk. Stitched thread by thread by a true artist, it looked as though it cost more than what it was made to be.
(Remember not to order simple sheets from her) he thought to himself.
"Big sis made that for us?" Sweetie Belle asked as she jumped off the wagon attached to the scooter. She took the net, spreading it open for her friends to see. "Look girls, now we have a safety net."
A sudden look of concern appeared on Task's face.
"Uh...safety net?" (Now I'm definitely not ordering simple fabrics from her.) "What are you three up to?"
All three Fillies took a deep breath; caught off guard, Task attempted to cover his ears but was too late.
"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS TIGHTROPE WALKERS!"
(They got a safety net now, I'm sure they can't get into any serious danger.) Shaking off his concerns, Task pullsed out a clipboard from his bag and tosses it over to three who were still admiring their newly acquired safety gear.
"Alright then girls, I'll be on my way but could you fist give me a hoof stamp there."
Scootaloo, managing to break away from the hypnotic allure of Rarity's work, looks down at the paper Task tossed over, then back towards the colt. She smirked as an idea popped into her head.
"I'll sign it, but first how about a race"
"A what?" asked Task, with a clueless look on his face.
"Come on, I've seen you racing that grey Pegasus during your deliveries. I know you're fast, so if I can beat you then maybe someday I'll be able to keep up with my hero Rainbow Dash."
"I'm not racing with Derpy...it's more like a-" scratching his head, unable to give an explanation, he tried to avoid the subject.
"Anyway" Task said, avoiding eye contact as he said it.
He was about to decline the little ponies' request until he looked back at her. Two big sad looking eyes met his. He looked away quickly trying to resist but soon looked back to find three sets of eyes giving him the same stare, and as if on cue all three together with a sad tone said,
"Please Tasky?"
Unable to resist the trio's combined sad puppy dog eye routine, a move they had perfected over time, Task gave in.
"Oh alright" he said, as the colt patted the orange pony on the head. "One race, ok. After that you sign this form got it?"
With the widest smile on her face, little mare shook her head rapidly up and down.
Task began laying out the parameters for the race using a map of the town.
"Ok then. From here, we'll head down Main Street, turn left at Sugar Cube Corner heading to Carousel Boutique, from their we'll head to Town Hall making a full circle, and from their back up Main Street for a straight run over to the library for the finish."
"That's it, this will be easy" Scootaloo proclaimed, as she swatted her hoof.
As Applebloom and Sweetie marked the starting line, both racers took their place. Task planting his hooves firmly on the ground digging into the soil, Scootaloo likewise prepared by revving her wings as she positioned herself on her scooter.
Applebloom stood in front of the two, flag in hoof, to marked the start of the race "Alright you two."
The racers spoke not a word, their focus solely on the young pale colored mare holding the flag. Both of them gave each other one final stare, both knowing not to underestimate each other.
Applebloom standing on her hind legs, raised two hooves up.
"Ready."
"Set."
"GO!"
A cloud of dirt exploded from the starting point and both racers vanished; once the dust had finally settled.
"Come on Sweetie Belle we gotta hurry an' head over to the library" said Apple Bloom, waving back at Sweetie Belle as she began running towards the library.
"Why would you want to read a book right now when there's a race going on?" said Sweetie Belle, with a puzzled look on her face.
Apple Bloom paused, giving Sweetie Belle a small glare as she looked back at her. " "Cus that's where the finish line is, now come on!" said Apple Bloom, as she resumed running off.
Taking a second to understand, it came to her, "Ooooh, the library! Wait for me Applebloom" said Sweetie Belle, as she chased after her.
Ponyville, a peaceful town in the land of Equestria, filled with a variety of pony folk who were just enjoying another day living their peaceful lives.
Ponyville Main Street, a long road running through the center of Ponyville, here ponies find the shops littered on bother sided of the road. Flower shops, pastry shops, the sauna, the boutique, post office, restaurants, even the essential quills and sofa shop are all located here, at the end of it town square stands alone in the center of town.
Ponies even set up carts to sell fruits, vegetables, flowers, and snacks along it sides. Ponies moving back and forth, from store to store, busy shopping, running errands, running businesses, selling wares, enjoying a meal, or just taking a peaceful stroll. Everypony was blissfully unaware of what was heading their way.
The thunderous pounding of hooves and reverberating sound of tiny wings fluttering followed by a trail of smoke was quickly making its through Ponyville, its direction straight towards the center of town.
Both racers kept up with each other's pace, never letting one get further then a nose; neither side making a burst for the lead, both focused on keeping up with the other, waiting for just the right moment. Running by the first sets of houses the two were fast approaching Main Street.
Ponies began turning their heads towards the familiar thunderous noise and began clearing the way, at least those that managed to hear them coming.
For just two ponies simply racing, the sounds they were making were impressive. Sounding like a stampede, down Main Street the two went; So far so good with no obstacles impeding their path.
"Boy-howdy this sure was a swell harvest, huh Granny Smith." said the tan mare, sporting a Stetson hat over her blonde hair, with a set of three apples for a cutie mark, as she pulled a cart of apple down the road.
"You said it deary." replied the green elder pony with white hair tie into a bun on the back, wearing an orange scarf with red apples designed on it, with an apple pie as her cutie mark, she slowly walked alongside the other pony with the assistance of a cane.
"Come on sweetie we got to deliver these apples, we still have plenty more to apple-buck."
"Comin' granny" replied Applejack, continuing to pull her wagon.
Meanwhile the two ponies were still neck and neck, now dodging the crowds of ponies in their way as they approach the busier section of Main Street. Both ponies managing to avoid collision, quickly dodging ponies in their way, but up ahead.
"Why is the line always so long" asked a pearl colored mare with a poufy pink and dark blue hair split evenly down her mane and tail.
A group of ponies lining up just outside Sugar Cube Corner were having a discussion.
"You know everyone love to get treats from Sugar Cube Corner when they're fresh from the oven" answered the light yellow, orange haired pony in front of the mare who asked.
"Yeah you're right, I guess we'll just have to continue waiting in this line that conveniently stretches across the road" replied the pony with a sigh
Answering with a sigh of her own the orange haired mare replied "yeah, hopefully we don't block anyone's path."
"Yup" A third pony further back in line replied.
"E-yup" A larger red colt added in to the conversation.
Neither racer letting up, they were just about to reach the turn over at sugar cube corner. Up on the horizon both Task and Scootaloo could see the road block of hungry ponies they were about run into. Task knew he could easily jump over the crowd, he looked over to Scootaloo and noticed a panicked look on her face. Of course she could jump over the crowd herself, but there was no way her scooter could make it under. Looking around quickly, Task noticed the restaurant located next to the bakery was setting up tables for outdoor lunch.
He looked over at Scootaloo and yelled out "follow me".
With the young mare now following behind on her scooter, Task began running towards a table located a few feet in front of the line of ponies waiting in front of Sugar Cube Corner. Scootaloo, unsure of what the colt was planning, continued to follow a few feet behind. Task suddenly took a dive, skidding on the grass and sliding towards the table position in front of the line. Using his rear hooves, he knocked off the front two legs of the table causing it to fall over, the table edge just missing his head as he slid under. After sliding past the table, the colt quickly rolled to recover his footing and made a last second leap over the line of ponies.
Scootaloo, seeing what Task had made for her, didn't waste a second and hit the impromptu ramp at full speed. Going up and over the crowd with a flawless landing, she continued at the same pace, gracefully making the turn passed Sugar Cube Corner.
Task on the other hand, due to his awkward jump could not stick the landing and stumbled a little at the turn, causing him to fall behind.
"Alright I'm gonna win!" shouted the fuchsia mare as she overtook the colt.
Not about to let someone beat him in a race, especially a young mare, without giving it his all, Task pulled out all the stops.
"Whoa, that's fast" said Scootaloo, startled as Task quickly caught up and soon passed her. Flapping her tiny wings as fast as she could, Scootaloo could only watch as the image of Task got smaller as he continued increasing the distance between them.
Managing to hear the young mare's astonished words Task couldn't help feeling a sense of pride looking back to get a glimpse of his competition, he didn't notice what he was about to run into until it was too late.
"Oh Smith!" Task exclaimed. Granny Smith to be exact, was standing in his path. Not enough time to slow down or dodge, the colt did the only thing he could think of.
He leaped with all his might, easily vaulting over, looking down as he jumped to make sure he cleared the old mare, Task didn't noticed the second obstacle he was about to smash into.
"OOf!" Task let out, as the wind was knocked out of him from the impact.
Like a bowling ball hitting the pins Task's body hit the apple cart behind the elder mare; smashing through to mound of red fruits turning those he hit into mush, knocking the wagon over, and sending the apples flying. The toppled apples began rolling and bouncing away in a similar pattern as Task's ragdoll body bounced.
"Ahh" "Ouch" "ugh" "oof" finally coming to a stop, just a couple of feet away; Task opened his eyes and saw his clipboard laying a few feet in front of him. Following his instincts he reached out to grab it.
WHAM!
"...Huh? Where am I? Where is my clip board?" Task pondered, as he looked around him.
(Why is everything red? Blood? Am I bleeding? Why does it feels so lumpy and smells…..like apples)
The colt closed his eyes.
(….wait. IT SMELLS LIKE APPLES!)
"Task, Consarn it! Where are you?" Yelled out a frustrated Applejack, standing over a the aftermath of the colts run in with her apple wagon.
Shaking off his daze and realizing where he was, Task started making his way out from the sea of apples he was currently buried under.
"There you are" said Applejack, as she tossed a lasso across the apple spill to her target, a single hoof that was popping out from the apples, a clipboard firmly in hoof.
"Now jus what'n tarnastion were you up to" said Applejack as she spat the rope out of her mouth giving Task a stern glare. "You smashed into my apples, knocked over my wagon, and you gave Granny Smith an awful scare."
Looking back to the elder pony noticing her shaking her fist, she looked more angered then freighted.
"I'm really sorry Applejack, it was an accident. Honestly." Task's head hung low as he apologized.
"Just what in Equestria would have you moving so fast?" Distraught Applejack queried, while she looked over to her wagon.
"I was...uh", hesitant to say the truth; that he was having a race with a young mare, and losing up until that point, Task stood with a panicked look on his, unable to think up a good excuse.
While still thinking of an answer for the steamed cowgirl, a familiar trio was heading towards them. Turning his head towards the familiar sound of Scootaloo's wings flapping, Task noticed the little filly giving him a sly wave pointing to his clipboard.
"Hey Applejack" little Apple Bloom greeted to her big sister, while sitting next to Sweetie Belle on the little red wagon Scootaloo was pulling.
"We're off to get our tightrope walker cutie mark" Said Apple Bloom, holding up a bundle of rope as they were passing by.
"Tightrope walkin'?" Applejack said while thinking hard about what could involve with those three.
Busy with that thought in her mind Applejack didn't notice - who dropped his clipboard in position for Scootaloo to hoof stamp it as they went by; Applejack, to distracted by what her sister said, did not notice as the plan went smoothly.
"Don't worry sis we got us a safety net" little Applebloom yelled to her sister as she and Sweetie Belle held up the gorgeous net.
"Sorry Applejack, but I was in a rush making a delivery." Task explained, as he quickly pick up his hoof stamped sheet. "In fact I'm running late." The colt began running off. "I'll make up for the apples later" he said, disappearing over the horizon.
"Task, welcome back, you've got perfect timing."
Just as the colt passed through the doors of the building, returning from his recent delivery, a grey unicorn filly with a bright orange mane covering the left side of her face leaving one green eye visible, and matching color tail made into a twist, greeted him.
A couple of bolts, screws, and a wrench flying over her head as she held it with telekinesis, the little mare approached him.
"Hey Sockit" Task said, greeting the younger pony. "How is the repair job for" he asked as he looked over the request board on the back wall of the building, he saw the clients name at the bottom of the sheet listed as MS. Pie
"Pinkie Pie? You mean that thing of hers is all fixed now?"
"I just finished fixing it" answered Sockit, as she turned back heading over to her workbench. "All that's left is for you to deliver it to her" the little mare added, as she pointed her hoof over to a large wagon carrying an equally large gift wrapped box next to the garage door.
Task, looked over to his next delivery, taken back by the sheer size of the box. It looked as though it would barely squeeze through the garage door, a door he had made after he set up shop in Ponyville.
"I got to drag that huge thing over to her?" the colt said as he looked back at Sockit with big wide eyed, attempting to use the skill he had learned previously from the Cutie Mark Crusaders. "Can't I just fly it to her? Please?"
"No way." replied Sockit, giving Task such a sharp glare he could feel it coming from both of her emerald colored eyes. "I don't want anything happening to it before she gets her hands on it. So be careful when delivering it."
Staring blankly a moment, he consider what she meant by that. Upon remembering who the customer was, he saw the wisdom in his young colleague's logic."Yeah, you're right."
Task prepared to begin pulling the wagon "It's a shame she isn't working today, I cou-"
"You always say that for the heavy jobs, now get going." Sockit interrupted.
Looking back at the large cargo, a sudden thought ran through his head, "Why would a pony even need something like this?"
To which the little unicorn answered, "She says sometimes her balloon just isn't fast enough. Oh what does it matter it's a job and you accepted it, now get going."
As he began stepping outside a second thought popped into his head, "Why would she need a hot air balloon too?"
"Why don't you ask her when you've delivered it to her? Now get going." Sockit answered, while pushing Task and the package all the way through the garage door and out the building.
With a big groan he bit down on the rope and began pulling the wagon to his next destination.