The city itself was beautiful, the buildings themselves towered over everything. They were great big structures made of wood, steel, and glass. This new body was quite big compared to the average pony, but those towers made me feel like an ant.
I sighed as the crazy coot continued to ramble as I clanged down the street. I had come to find out that his cutie mark was a bundle of wheat.
At one point he had decided that I love stories about his grandchildren, and that my name was 'Flower Pot'. Actually, that brought up a valid point, what am I going to call myself? Can't just go by my human name it would just raise questions.
'Let's see, I'm a steam punk brass robot pony, shouldn't be to hard, hmm. What about steel coat? No that doesn't make sense, steam punk? Well that's just lazy, hmm, oh wait I know, Brass Hoof. Yeah I like the sound of that, got a ring to it.'
We had been walking for awhile, about four hours, and still had yet to reach our des-
I stopped abruptly, realizing that I forgot to ask where we were going. You'd think I'd ask that as soon as I got hitched to the wagon.
"Yo, senile, where are we going." I am not above insulting the elderly to their face, especially if I've been hauling three hundred pounds of bricks for hours on end.
He blinked at me, as if he had completely forgot why I was here.
"Who are you?"
'Damn it.'
I was about to go off on the senile bastard, when I heard a voice call out.
"HEY YOU WITH THE WAGON!" My metal ears swerved at the sound before my eyes did, to look down the street. As did everyone else on the.
A light orange unicorn mare with a dark brown mane, was barreling at us at full force. As she grew closer I could see an extremely angry look on her face.
"THATS NOT YOUR WAGON!"
'What? Wait a minute, not my... she thinks I stole it?!'
I stood there dumbfounded as she ran right up to me. I opened my mouth to say something, but she spun around on her hooves. Her legs drawn up ready to buck.
And buck she did, but last I checked metal beats hoof. That fact held true as she crumbled to the ground. The resounding clang echoed through the street. "Ow." She whined.
"You done?" I moved my head to the side, letting her see the elderly grey pony riding the cart.
She glared at me for a second before catching site of 'gramps' behind me. A large blush spread across her face when she realized she had just made a fool of herself in front of everyone on the street.
She quickly got up, but winced when she applied pressure to her right hind leg. I got a good look at her cutiemark as she did, it consisted of three spinning balls colored red yellow and blue. Her eyes were a deep magenta and seemed to sparkle in the light.
"I'm so sorry! I hope I didn't hurt you, its just that I saw you with grandpa's cart, so I thought you had stole it, so I got angry. Again I'm so so sorry." Her mouth ran at a mile a minute apologizing over and over again.
I simply chuckled at this. "I'm fine, really, barely felt it. My name's Brass Hoof, its a pleasure to meet you." The hood covering my head seemed to keep my face out of sight, but from what I had seen in the puddle earlier, my eyes were probably glowing.
"That's good. What are you wearing under there anyway, felt like bucking a brick wall." I would have smiled at that if I could.
"Don't worry about it. Now seeing as 'grandpa' here forgot to tell me where were going, could you tell me?" She smirked at that.
"Follow me, its not that far, my names Focus Wheel by the way. So what's with the cloak?" Focus Wheel huh? Still doesn't explain her special talent, sounds more like a pokemon attack.
"This old thing? Don't worry about it either, I just use it to hide my face, got in a horrible accident when I was a colt. Fell in a fire, horrible scars." Wow, that's the best I could come up with? She seemed to buy it though.
"Really, well that sounds like an interesting story, you'll have to tell it to me some time, especially since that's not a cloak, that's the wagon tarp." Or not.
"Well I wasn't going to pull a wagon full of bricks for free." 'Though with this robot strength it didn't feel like much.'
"So what, you hiding something under there, or are you just really ugly?" Another smirk, I wish I could do that.
"Your way to curious."
"And your way to interesting." Touché.
"So where are we going any way?" We were nearing city limits, I could see the buildings were more spaced out than before, and considerably shorter.
"To gramdpas old farm, a recent storm tore down the old shed. So dad sent gramps to go out and figure up the price of bricks. Didn't notice that the wagon was gone until it was too late." Well that explains the cart at least. "After that he sent me to go find him, he won't be happy that gramps went ahead and bought all these bricks, but he'll get over it." We were out of the city now, I could see an old run down barn in the distance. That's good, despite the new strength, I was starting to get tired.
And that brings up a whole new problem, what do I eat? As cool as it sounds I doubt metal is on the menu. Maybe coal, the trains in the show were steam powered, so maybe. I guess I'll figure it out soon, the sun was going down. Hmm, my first day in equestria. Not how I pictured it, but I'm not that picky.