The Stone Ones

“Chrissy wake up…”Chrysalis groaned at the voice and rolled over in her big, warm, comfortable bed, ignoring the voice that had just woke her up from a very good dream. (She had taken over Canterlot.)

“Chrissy you have 5 seconds or I’m getting you up…”She ignored the voice and snuggled in her bed more, not noticing the foot that was on the base of her bed.

“5…. 4….. 3….. 2… 1.…Last chance…No? Okay…”The ex-changeling queen was roughly brought out of la-la land when her bed was flipped over, Chrissy falling with a yelp.

“What, where, who?” Chrissy said looking around the room for the thing that savagely brought her out of her sleepy-time.

The demon, nay, the evil incarnate that woke her up was a grinning Forge who stood over her, arms crossed. “Time for work Chrissy, we got a long day today!” Forge practically yelled, making her wince.

Rubbing her eyes with a hoof Chrissy asked,” What time is it?”

“5 a.m.” Chrissy sputtered.

“5 in the bucking morning?!” She yelled while Forge laughed.

“Yep, I let ya sleep in today. Now come on it’s time for the most important meal of the day!” With that Forge, almost skipping, left a tired, angry, and confused Chrissy to get ready for whatever the crazy human had in plan for her today.

After her hair being combed and her teeth being brushed Chrissy slugged out of her cabin, room thingy and walked toward the mess hall. If you had to describe Forge’s compound in one work would be massive, Chrissy had a really hard time believing that Celestia had had this built in only 4 days.

The compound was almost as big as all of the Apple’s land but instead of apple trees there were enough facilities to house hundreds of guardsponies, but oddly not enough to house Forge’s brothers, who Forge told to find somewhere else to live. As she walked she noticed that the whole place was basically open space, there was just pretty much a giant pavilion with some cabins that acted as officer’s quarters with a lot of those crappy spring beds that they have at campsites.

Walking through the mess hall doors she saw Forge nursing a cup of coffee with empty bowl and a box of cereal on the table next to him in the kitchen. He looked up and smiled at her.

“Want some coffee Chrissy? Come on, get some cereal, we’re burning day light.” She snorted and sat beside him, getting herself some coffee and a bowl of Celest-O’s. When she took a sip of her coffee she spat it right back out.

“This is awful!” Forge snorted and took another sip of his coffee, swishing it around his mouth before swallowing.

“Taste fine to me.”

“It’s like tar! Where’s the cream and sugar anyway?” Forge looked at her disapprovingly.

“Real men drink their coffee straight.”

“I’m not a man!” Forge shrugged and pointed out a fridge that had some milk and told her that he didn’t find any sugar in his short search of their massive kitchen. Chrysalis sighed as she drank her now okay, but still pretty awful coffee. I get waken up an ungodly hour and There’s no sugar for my coffee. She thought as she took another sip this day can’t get worse can it?....

“Get those hooves up Chrissy! Those oranges aren’t going to squash themselves!” Chrysalis sighed, exhausted, bringing a hoof down to crush another pile of oranges into pulp and watching as the juices collected in a barrel, imaging that each of the oranges was Forges big, fat, stupid head. She had been doing this for hours now as Forge heated up one of the forge’s.

“Why do you need orange juice anyway?” Chrissy moaned. Forge looked up from his forge and walked over to her, ignoring her question. He peeked in barrel and nodded in approval.

“Alright you can stop.” He told her, Chrissy sighing happily as she stepped out of the tub full of smashed oranges. Forge picked up the barrel of freshly squeezed (or in this case smashed) OJ over to the forge that he had been heating up. Without looking at her Forge asked, “Chrissy, do you know the most important thing that a blacksmith makes? The thing that gets him the most of his money?” He floated a hammer and tongs over to the anvil that he was standing by.

Chrissy thought a moment then shrugged. “I have no idea.” Forge looked at her, his eyes closed and his head raised high.

“It’s nails Chrissy.” She looked at him, confused.

“Nails?”

“Nails.” Forge repeated, bringing out a white hot chunk of iron from the forge and began banging on it.

“What’s the orange juice for then?!” Chrissy yelled over Forge’s banging.

“To cool the metal.” She looked at him like he was nuts, Chrissy might not be a blacksmith but she was pretty sure that that wasn’t what you used to cool the metal.

“Why don’t you use water?!” Forge stopped in mid-swing and looked at her.

“Look Chrissy” He said, patting her on the head “just believe the person that’s been a blacksmith for 30 years that orange juice is much better than water for cooling nails.” She snorted.

“What do you use for swords? Grape juice?”

“Apple juice actually; grape juice is for armor.” Chrissy’s eye twitched and she facehoofed.

“Okay…. What else am I doing today?” To her surprise Forge already had the ore pounded out into a long, thinish wire.

“You’ll pump the bellows and get me coal for the forge, remember don’t use magic to lift the coal, it affects it and I want normal coal for nails.” Chrysalis sighed and looked at the clock that was on one of the beams that held the roof up. 10 o’clock she thought sourly she started to push down on the bellows, wondering if she could go back to her nice little cell in Canterlot…

Chrissy slumped in a chair in the mess hall, covered in coal dust and sweat. Forge had given her an hour lunch break and she was trying very hard not to fall asleep as she made herself a sandwich. She heard the door open and she saw her other housemates, Vinyl and Octavia.

Chrissy really didn’t think that they would of wanted to stay with them after Forge had not-so-gently told them that she was a changeling and he ate meat but they really didn’t care, both had played in the griffon kingdoms so they were okay with meat eaters and for some reason they could care less about her being a changeling.

“How’s it going Chrissy?” A chipper Vinyl asked as she looked through the pantry for some grub. Chrysalis groaned and laid her head on the table. Vinyl grinned. “Rough day on the job eh?”

“You’re a mess dear.” Octavia said as she made a daisy sandwich and sat next to her. “Why do you smell like oranges?” Chrissy sighed.

“He had me made make orange juice for nails.” She told them. Octavia frowned and Vinyl snorted back her laughter.

“Nails?”

“We’ve been making them all day; he’s made 4 barrels full of them.” Vinyl sat down and flicked her shades up, showing her eyes.

“It can’t be that bad can it? Where’s the big guy anyway?” Vinyl asked her as Chrissy finished her sandwich.

“Still at the forge, he said he wasn’t hungry.” Octavia looked over to Vinyl.

“We should go and thank Mr. Forger for letting us stay here.” Vinyl snorted.

“Why? He’s the one that broke our house.”

“Vinyl…”

“*sigh* fine, Chrissy ya wanna show us where the smithy thingy is?” Chrissy sighed and got up.

“Come on, my break is about over anyways.” The other two mares got up and followed her as she led them through the outdoor work area, a plot of bare land that Forge said was going to be a garden, and finally, the blacksmith’s workshop. They followed the sound of a hammer hitting an anvil, where they found Forge filling up another barrel with nails.

When he saw them he smiled and put his hammer down and wiped the sweat off his brow. “Ms. Octavia, Ms. Scratch, how were you’re rooms? Did you both sleep well?” Vinyl looked at him and whistled, strutting up to him.

“Forgey look at you, you big colt, working up quite a sweat. All of that sweat~” Forge took a step back and raised his hammer defensively.

“Stop calling me Forgey, I hate that fucking nickname.”

“Awwwww come on~ I think it’s cuuuuutie.”

“I will beat you with this hammer.” He warned her.

“You can beat me with something el-“

“Vinyl, for Celestia’s sake stop teasing him.” Octavia said, looking sternly at her friend, who burst into a fit of giggles. Octavia turned to Forge and straightened her bow tie.

“We just stopped by to thank you for letting us stay with you Mr. Forger.” Forge visibly relaxed, putting his hammer down and wiping the grime off his hands with a rag.

“It’s nothing Ms. Octavia, I did break your house after all, it’s the least I can do.” Vinyl threw her hooves up in the air.

“Told you Tavi!” Octavia facehoofed.

“Vinyl… just shut up. Anyway Mr. Forge, thank you for everything, we both-“She glared at Vinyl “- appreciate it.”

Forge smiled and looked at Chrissy. “Alright back to work Chrissy! We got 6 more hours until dinner and you’re done!” Chrissy groaned and the others giggled and left as Chrissy got back to work...

6 Hours later….

“Good work Chrissy!” Forge cheerfully told the achy, tired, coal covered changeling. Forge was also covered in the soot from head to toe, except the pure white beanie that he said would protect his hair from catching on fire, why the beanie was still white was a mystery to her. She glared at him as they walked toward their cabins.

“Buck… you.” She growled as he chuckled at her.

“Just get a shower and get to the mess hall. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow, we’re making axe heads!” Chrissy groaned again and slammed her door in a laughing Forges face…

That was Chrysalis’s next 2 days. She would be woken up by the asshole human (who she was pretty sure didn’t sleep) before the sun came up, she would eat breakfast, and she would do something ridiculous as a prep for whatever they were going to make that day, and she would pass out and wait in dread for the next day.

This routine was interrupted by the arrival of either one or more of the 6 elements of harmony or one of the humans, who Chrissy saw both of them go into the Everfree forest, for what Forge wouldn’t tell her.

“So how’s it going Chrissy?” Longstrider asked as the 2 of them watched Forge hammer away everything from shovel heads to hinges. She was delighted to know that as time went on Forge asked her to do less and less things, even though she was only 2 days in she almost had nothing to do, Forge mostly using his magic to get anything he needed.

Chrysalis sighed, “The first day was awful, the second day was better, today I really haven’t done anything, thank the gods. I swear that human hasn’t slept in 2 days.” Longstrider chuckled.

“Ya he really doesn’t get that much sleep unless you make him, and don’t worry he’ll keep your flank busy.” Chrysalis sighed while Longstrider patted her on the back.

“I know; it’s rough buddy. Don’t worry though, there’s a really good chance he wouldn’t kill you like the last few assistances.” She looked up at him.

“You really know how to make a girl feel better.” She sarcastically said. “By the way, where are you and Reaper living?” She couldn’t care less but she wanted to continue their conversation for some odd reason.(It was because the author thought it would be amusing.)

“Reaper’s living with Pinkie and I’m renting a room from Bon Bon. I’d get my own place but houses in ponyville are hella-expensive.” Chrissy chuckled.

“Don’t you mean Forge’s town? He did take ponyville sign out and put his own in.” Chrissy chuckled at the memory.

“Chrissy, come here!” Forge called. Chrissy sighed and trotted over to him.

“Yes master?” She sarcastically said to him. He didn’t look up as he answered.

“Chrissy, we got enough items to open up the shop in a couple of days and you’re going to run the store.” She looked at him like he was nuts.

“What?!” She yelled.

“I need somepony to run the cash register while I’m working, and let’s face it; you’re not cut out for being my assistant.” She nodded, if she had to do what she did on her first day everyday she was pretty sure that she would die.

“Good now let-”Suddenly a curly pink head shot out from behind Forge, making Chrissy stumble back in fright; Forge was not impressed, not even flinching.

“Hi Pinkie, what do you need today? Is Reaper causing trouble?” Pinkie giggled, bouncing in front of Forge.

“No silly, he’s making cupcakes right now! I’m just here to give you both these!” She handed them both invitations to a ‘Yay humans now live in our town so let’s have a party’ party. Forge chuckled.

“Alright, you have a nice day Pinkie.” She smiled up at him.

“Okie Dokie Lokie! Bye Forgey, bye Chrissy!” The hyperactive party pony said, hopping back into town, Chrissy watching the crazy pink pony hop off in the distance and looked back at Forge.

“Why didn’t she scare you?” Forge chuckled, picking up his hammer again and continued to pound out a shovel head.

“I have a brother makes no sound whatsoever; you get use to someone popping up around you after a while. And the report I got on her says stuff like that happens all the time. Now I’m opening the store in a few days, here” He said handing her a piece of paper “these are the prices for everything, just try to remember them okay?” She nodded as she started to walk away before remembering what she was suppose to tell him.

“O by the way, Filthy is coming over in an hour with what I’m pretty sure is going to be a lawyer.” Forge snorted.

“Don’t worry, I got a plan.”

“Really?” Forge grinned.

“Do I look like a guy with a plan?” She snorted as trotted away from the, in her opinion, very crazy human….

“My client is suing you for the destruction of his property and attacking him without cause.” A lawyer pony told Forge, a smug Filthy sitting next to the lawyer pony who’s name Forge, for the life of him, couldn’t remember, it was probably something about lawyering. Forge raised an eyebrow, trying to stay focused on what the stallion was saying, but his lack of sleep was affecting him, it didn’t help that the lawyer pony had a monotone voice.

“Okay….” The stallion continued as Forge suppressed the urge to yawn.

“He’s willing to-“Forge interrupted him.

“Filthy” he said. “Why don’t you just talk to me for god’s sake?” Filthy snorted as the lawyer continued.

“-settle the matter out of court.” He said.

“Okay what do you want Filthy?”

“He wants-“

“Filthy’s a big boy Mr. lawyer, he can answer his own questions.” The stallion sighed.

“Mr. Metalworker, could you please stop treating this like a game? These charges are serious!” Forge was getting worried; the guy that delivered his fucks still hadn’t showed up, he was getting worried for the guy.

“Okay what does he want?” Forge said with a roll of his eyes.

“Oooo not much, just a million bits.” If Forge was drinking something both of the stallions would of got a good soaking.

“What?”

“If you can’t come up with the money then this compound will do nicely.” Forge snorted.

“This is a military compound, the government owns it.” The lawyer shrugged.

“You are royalty; a million bits shouldn’t be that hard to come by.” Forge seriously thought of dropping that bill in Tia’s lap, he couldn’t help but grin at the thought. He shook his head; he already had a sweet plan and he was sticking to it.

“Filthy” Forge said, looking at the stallion. “Your families lived in ponyville for a long time right?” Filthy nodded proudly.

“Why yes, my families been here since the town was founded.” Forge grinned, he had him. Pulling out his land deed handed it to the lawyer, who raised an eyebrow and looked over the paper.

“The reason for showing me is what Mr. Metalworker?” Forge smiled evilly at Filthy.

“That piece of paper says that I’m the owner of all of ponyville, making me your landlord Filthy.” Filthy Rich paled as he continued. “You’re family built on my property without my permission.”

“But this document is over 2000 years old!” Filthy complained. Forge shrugged.

“Doesn’t make a difference; tell you what, I’ll let you keep your land if you pay me… oooo I don’t know, a million bits sounds about right.” Filthy looked at his lawyer, who was sweating bullets; the human had Filthy by the balls and everyone sitting at the table knew it. Forge leaned over to Filthy.

“I’ll tell you what big guy, you send the bill for the broken house to Celestia and she’ll pay it; you just drop the rest of the charges and everyone’s happy, how does that sound?” Filthy sighed; he really didn’t have much of a choice.

“…Fine.” Forge got up and grinned.

“Great, I’ll show you gents out.”…..

Chrysalis was about to open the door to the mess hall when the door open; revealing a depressed Filthy Rich, a pissed off lawyer pony, and a smug looking Forge. Before they saw her she transformed into an earth pony. Forge looked at her and grinned.

“Hey Chrissy, I was just showing these boys out.” Turning around he sat down, Chrissy walking in and sitting next to him.

“You look smug” She told him “So I’m guessing that it went well?” Forge nodded, smiling.

“Yep, come on let’s make some dinner. By the way I need you to get some apples for tomorrow; I’m making swords.” She nodded, walking into the kitchen with him, changing back into her changeling form as Forge looked in the fridge and frowned, Tia hadn’t stocked his pantry with meat. I need to get Longstrider to go hunting he thought as the door to mess hall slammed open.

Before Forge could even blink, he was tackled by a white blur. “What did Filthy do to you?! Take all your money? Make you cry? Touch you in your no-no area?” Forge looked up at Vinyl and resisted the urge to facepalm. He carefully lifted her off him and started to make pasta.

“I’m fine; Filthy and I made an agreement.” She looked up at him.

“So no touching of your no-no area?”

“ No touching of my no-no area.” Forge told her, rolling his eyes. “Now sit down while I make something for us to eat.”

“Ya know Forgey~“

“What?”

“I could touch you in you’re-“She couldn’t finish her sentence because Forge used his magic to toss her through the mess hall door….

“We should thank him.”

“Why Tavi?”

“Because Vinyl, he made Filthy look like a foal.” Vinyl shrugged.

“So what?” Octavia gasped.

“You know how long I’ve wanted that dastardly stallion to get a taste of his own medicine!” Tavi said, stomping her hoof for emphasis. Vinyl rolled her eyes and started to walk toward Forge’s room. Octavia raised an eyebrow.

“Why are we going to his room? Wouldn’t Mr. Forger be at his smithy right now?” Vinyl continued walking, not turning around to answer her.

“The big guy hasn’t slept in like 4 days Tavi; we gotta wake him up to thank him.” Octavia frowned; if the poor man hadn’t slept for days then she could wait to thank him, maybe get him a thank you cake or something. As she thought about what he would like she didn’t notice Vinyl opening Forges door and walking in.

“Vinyl” Octavia hissed when she realized that they were in his room “let’s let the stallion sleep!” Vinyl snickered, looking for where his bedroom was.

“Hush up Tavi” Vinyl said, finding Forge’s bedroom and walking in it, Octavia quietly yelling at her to get out of his room. Vinyl trotted over to Forges bed and frowned; it was empty. What the hay? Vinyl thought as she ignored Tavi I saw Chrissy drag- before she could finish that thought, Vinyl felt something grab her by her hooves. Before she could so much as yelp she was dragged under the bed as something wrapped its arms around her.

“…Teddy...” It mumbled. Vinyl opened her eyes and looked at what was holding her. It looked awfully like Forges hands. Now that she thought about it, the thing that said teddy sounded a lot like Forge. Using her incredible detective skills, she came to the conclusion that for some reason Forge was sleeping under his bed and for some reason thought that she was a teddy bear. Vinyl was brought out of her musings by a very worried looking Octavia poking her head under the bed.

“Vinyl?” She said.

“Ya Tavi?” Octavia let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re okay?” Vinyl suppressed a giggle.

“I’m fine Tavi; I’ll get outta here in a sec.” With that she tried to wiggle out of a sleeping Forge’s grasp.

What happened was one of the scariest things either mare had ever experienced.

Bringing her closer to him he growled, Vinyl feeling the vibrations in his chest. While neither of the girls had ever heard a dragon growl before, they were sure that Forge was doing a very good impression of one, a bit of fire coming out of his mouth as he bared his teeth.

Forge calmed down after Vinyl froze, putting his chin on top of her head.“…Teddy…. No…” He firmly said, once again descending into his quiet breathing.

Vinyl and Octavia looked at each other. “Go get Chrissy!” Vinyl quietly hissed as Forge rubbed his chin on the top of her head to try to find a more comfortable position…

As Vinyl and Octavia waited for Chrissy to find something in that book that Celestia gave her, Vinyl noticed how comfortable she was right now. Somehow, the floor was more comfortable than any mattress she had ever slept on, it was warm, but not uncomfortably so; and then there was Forge. She was against his back with his arms wrapped around her so that she could faintly detect the beating of his heart. He was oddly warm, much warmer than a pony, and he was shirtless, so she got to feel his furless body was he held her. He was like a big, warm, terrifying blanket.

Vinyl was trying very hard not to fall asleep when she heard Chrysalis’s shout of victory from above the bed.

“I found it; Forge’s sleeping patterns. Let’s see….” Octavia watched as Chrysalis silently read. With a brisk nod she slammed the book, making Tavi flinch.

“Could you be a little more quiet? We don’t want to wake him!” She whispered. Chrysalis shrugged.

“The book says that we could let off a cannon and it wouldn’t wake him.” She looked under bed at Vinyl. “Vinyl, you’re staying here for a while; apparently if Forge doesn’t sleep for more than 3 days this happens to anypony that comes near his bed.” Vinyl blinked, then facehoofed.

“Duh, I’m a unicorn, I can just teleport away!” But before she could use the spell Chrysalis hissed.

“In the name of sweet Celestia, don’t do that! He’ll use his magic to destroy the whole room when he feels you’re gone!” Vinyl sighed.

“So when am I going to be released from teddy bear duty?”

“The book says that you’ll wake up in your bed in a couple of hours.” Vinyl blinked again.

“…Okay… How? Does he carry me or what?” Chrissy shrugged.

“Nopony knows. You just gotta stick it out until he stops cuddling you.” Vinyl snorted.

“This guy is a wealthy prince whose sweat drives the ladies crazy; horseapples, he’s even a great cuddlier!”

“Teddy….” Forge agreed.

“What’s wrong with him? He could get all the mares he wanted… Well since I’m here…” She reached a hoof back between his legs, feeling around. She whistled. “Um Chrissy… Humans only have 2 legs right?”

“Ya, why?”

“Because big boy down here is packing heat.” Chrissy giggled and Octavia turned crimson.

“Vinyl, did you just feel him up?!”

“Yeppers.” Vinyl said without missing a beat, taking off her shades and sliding them to Octavia

“And why in Celestia’s name did you do that for?!” Vinyl snuggled closer to the human and closed her eyes.

“Curiosity… now you girls better leave so I can get some shut eye……”

Back at Canterlot…

And….. Done! Celestia thought as she put her quill down and inspected her letter. She had been meaning to send this letter anyway, Spike needed to be taught the dragon ways. Forge could help him a little, living with dragons for years, but Spike needed a real dragon to teach him, and Celestia knew the perfect dragon for the job. She heard hoof steps and a knock on her door.

“Come in!” Celestia called. The door swung open, revealing a tired Luna. “What are you doing up so early Luna?” Celestia asked her sister; it was about 4 hours before she needed to be up to raise the moon.

Luna yawned,” We couldn’t sleep.” Luna looked at the floating letter and cocked her head curiously at it. “What is that for dear sister?”

Celestia grinned; Forge knew the particular dragon she was sending this letter to and if he found out he would try to flee the country. If she was honest with herself it was a little mean of her to do this, then she thought of how Forge showed her dildos to the world.

Then she couldn’t find a fuck to give for his feelings.

“Oooo nothing sister” Celestia told her sister as she teleported the letter. “just a letter to an old friend….”

In the Dragonlands…

She sat on her throne of gold, surrounded by her expansive hoard, bored out of her mind. She was a dragon for cryin-

Poof!

“A letter!” The dragoness said, raising an eyebrow. This looked promising…

Snatching the letter out of the air she read it over. It was from Tia, something about teaching a young dragon that had never seen another of its kind. She shrugged, it would be better than sitting on her rump all day eating gems. When she got halfway through the letter she dropped it, her tail twitching. Could it be?....

She grinned, flashing razor sharp, pearly white teeth as she hopped out of her chair, giddy. After all of these years…

She grabbed a bag and started to pack for the long flight. After about an hour of getting herself ready she exited her cave and looked up at the big open sky and smiled. Changing to her full size she took off into the air at a speed that would make Rainbow Dash envious.

“I’m coming Forgey!” She roared, while Forge, back at his home still asleep, shivered…