The interior of the inflatable vehicle swelled in slightly as the bouyancy bags on the side were compressed by the impact, softening the blow slightly. The pegasus at the controls was shaken about as the whole carrier bounced once, the force of the air rushing back to refill the side bags being just enough to shunt it back onto it’s tracks, a cacophony of squeaks filling the interior as everything finally settled out. A few moments passed, the engine still purring idly away even as the drive to the tracks was left disengaged, the pegasus at the controls still in the braced position.
 
Slowly, he reopened his eyes, a resounding sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back in his chair, shutting off the engine. The soft creaks of the rubber resettling around him filled the air in the rumbling motor’s place, as well as the sound of the back hatch being lowered to the ground to exit. The shaken pegasus trotted across the puffy floor, stepping out into the cool air, eyes looking about for the mare he nearly hit. Least he could do is make sure she was okay, if nothing else.
 
As he trotted down the road, however, the mare was nowhere to be found. Following the path to where the vehicle had landed on it’s side, however, he was soon to discover a much flatter form splayed out on the ground, her saddlebags and their contents miraculously not crushed. He was quick to bring a forehoof to his mouth, as he finally realized just who it was - She was that cellist he’d seen around town, wasn’t she? The one whose house he often used for calibrating his rangefinders, at least as far as he was willing to honestly admit. The one whose roommate was often buying sugar from Minty… and the one who he’d seen spending her days relaxed with a large puffed-out belly. Needless to say, that last part had most certainly caught his attention… especially now, with it being much more two-dimensional in comparison.
 
“Whoof, now you’ve done it. I told you at the start, you should’ve asked Pressure Cooker’s permission before going and taking it for a joyride!” A tiny version of himself popped up over his right shoulder, a halo hovering above their head. Okay, yeah, maybe he shouldn’t have gone and just went out freely… maybe he should’ve dialed the speed back at least.
 
“Hey, hey, it was only for a little while! Besides, he’s the one who asked for it to be made, so he’s got some ownership of it. A pony should be able to do what he wants with his things.” A second tiny version of him popped up on his left shoulder, this one having two red horns poking from his head and carrying a trident. This new tiny pegasus took a look at the flattened mare in front of them, a whistle leaving his lips. “Yeah, nice going there speedy, sure did a number on her… yanno, this would be a good excuse to be her savior and all%”
 
“Oh, you are so typical. While I agree that we should help her, you should at least admit that it was you who landed the thing on her in the first place.” The tiny pegasus with a halo passed a glare over to the other one, the one on the left shoulder answering with a shrug. The halo one looked back to the flattened mare, hooves crossed on his chest. “Least her saddlebags don’t seem to’ve been damaged, so that’s a small miracle. Best we help her out soon.”
 
“Hey, in my defense, the whole thing was an accident. I’m just saying, flattened mare you have a fancy towards, and know enjoys a good puffing, why not give ‘er one? The back of that IPC is plenty comfy, and you can give her a ride afterwards.” The one on the left wore a smug look, one that grew into a smirk as he elbowed the pegasus a bit. “Besides… bet she wouldn’t mind a puffkiss%”
 
The full scale pegasus looked at the little one on his left shoulder for a moment, thinking. Well… he did owe her for doing this… and he probably would want to clean off the compressor hose on the carrier first, has been a while… but, maybe… He looked over to the little pegasus on his right, that one just still hovering with hooves crossed. They both blunk at each other, waiting for a response. The tiny pegasus rubbed at the back of his head. “Well… okay, I gotta admit, he does make a good point sometimes. And I wouldn’t trust that auxiliary hose either… And you would still be rescuing her…”
 
Answering with a bit of a shrug, the full-size pegasus picked up the flattened mare’s saddlebags, soon after lifting her as well, starting to make the trot back to the carrier. Puffkissing Octavia… not something you get to do too often, is it?~