The Stone Ones

Her wings shot out like dark pillars, enveloping him. Forge tried to run but it was no use, she caught him. Even with all of his great strength he could not best her…

“I got you now Forgey!”

Forge shot up from his bed, smacking his head painfully against its underside. “Fuck me!” He muttered/yelled as he looked around and sighed, it was just a dream; no dragon was trying to rape him.

Rolling out from under his bed Forge looked around his room and smiled; it was Spartan but a good place to sleep. What really caught his eye though was the case that was on his counter. “Tia, you old bitch.” He fondly said as he walked over to the case and opened it and chuckled. In the case was a shiny new violin; with it came a note and a banana that was ready to be eaten.

He sat on his bed and took a big bite of out the banana, opening the letter.

Forge,

I thought you’d like to make a little bit of music.

Love Tia

P.S. Remember, NO golems!

“Why does Tia think I’m going to start making golems?” Forge muttered to himself “I don’t even have my shop opened yet.” Finishing his quick meal he picked up his new instrument and its bow, playing a quick tune. He snorted.

“It sounds like Tia tuned this damn thing.” Correcting it to be playable, Forge walked outside with it and sat down and looked around, sighing, it was another beautiful day in paradise. “Why couldn’t they of waken us up during wartime?” Forge he said, chuckling, bringing the violin to his neck and closing his eyes, thinking of the perfect song to play…

“It was the best sleep I think I’ve even gotten Tavi.”

“That’s nice Vinyl.”

“It was like I was being cuddled by a hot water bottle, and don’t get me started on what was going on with the ground…”

“…I don’t care Vinyl.”

Vinyl scrunched her face at Octavia and nudged her. “Don’t be mad Tavi; wait a couple of days and maybe you could sleep with him too.” Octavia blushed as she looked at Vinyl, mortified at what her friend had suggested.

“Vinyl! I would never do such a thing!” Vinyl grinned.

“Whatever you sa-” Vinyl looked around. “Do you hear that?”

“What are you talking about Vinyl? I swear if this is a- Vinyl? Vinyl?” Tavi looked around, her friend was gone. “Of course.” She muttered, perking her ears, Vinyl had said something about hearing something after all. Then she heard it, a violin. “What in the world?”

Walking toward the music she found Vinyl, her mouth open, looking like she was about to cry. Tavi found the source of the music, it was Forge, and he was playing perhaps one of the saddest songs that she had ever heard, his eyes open and unfocused.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high

And life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted

“Must….hug.” Vinyl muttered, trying to walk over to Forge, Octavia stopping her with a hoof stomping down on the DJ’s tail.

“Hush Vinyl! Leave him be.”

“B-but he sounds so sad!” Both of the mares saw something on the edge of their vision; it was Chrysalis, watching the whole thing silently.

“He is sad.” She told them as she watched Forge play the song. “I could sense his sadness from the first time I met him.”

Vinyl’s ears went flat against her skull. “What is he sad about?”

“No idea.”

“I can make him feel better!” Vinyl happily said, trying to get out of Octavia’s grasp. “All he needs is a hug! Or maybe a good bang! Definitely a good bang… ”

“Vinyl!” Octavia chastised, her cheeks red. “For Celestia’s sake-”She stopped, the music had stopped, Forge walking over toward them.

“Morning ladies!” He cheerfully said, using his magic to put the violin back in its case and bringing out a couple of small bags. “How was your sleeps? And before I forget-”Forge threw Chrysalis one of the bags “Here’s your pay Chrissy…. Vinyl, Octavia, why are you looking at me like that?” At this moment Octavia accidently took her hoof off Vinyl’s tail, Vinyl taking advantage of this by tackling Forge to the ground and hugging the ever loving shit out of him.

Looking down at the white pony attached to him chest, Forge said,” …Morning to you too I guess?”

Octavia cleared her throat, “You play very well Mr. Forger.”

Forge chuckled. “Thank you ma’am, I learned to play during the off time between engagements, took 10 years to le-“

“Forgey” Vinyl interrupted. “If you ever need a good bang-”

Forge raised an eyebrow, a confused look on his face. “Bang?”

“Yep, ya know a good rut, the funny business, the sex.” Suddenly there was nothing underneath her, Vinyl catching herself as Forge looked like he was going to run at any moment, appearing about fifteen feet away from the dangerous mares.

“What are you talking about?!”

“You need a good bang!”

“I do not!”

“But it might make you feel better, heck, I bet we could even get Tavi in on the action, get you in a 3-way. How about that Forgey?” Forge and Octavia sputtered, Chrysalis chuckling as she counted her bits.

“Look Vinyl” Forge said as calmly as he could, looking down at her like she was a dangerous animal “As much as I want to continue this discussion I have stuff to do today. Ladies I bid you a good day.” With that Forge almost ran (he actually did run, but fuck it…) toward Sweet Apple acres. The 3 mares looked at each other; Chrysalis facehoofed.

“I should of told him to get milk….”

“What the fuck is wrong with those girls?” Forge muttered as she ran to the Apples house. Since it WAS his job to protect the elements, not blacksmithing, Forge decided to go see how the girls were doing.

Besides it was payday and Reaper bitched when he didn’t have his spending money.

Since she was the closest Applejack was first on the list, Forge getting there in about 5 minutes. Forge sighed, enjoying the scenery as he knocked on the Apples door. He heard somepony trotting to the door and saw a flash of green before it was gone again. Forge shrugged, it must have been a sibling or something. I wonder if I can snatch an apple pi- He thought as he looked around, the door swinging open. A flash of a metal object was all Forge got to see as it connected, Forge getting hit fully on the left side of the face.

In his life Forge had been knocked out 3 times, the first time was when he was battling a dragon. He was smacked by its tail, sending him through a line of trees. The second time was when he fought an alpha diamond dog, getting struck by its huge axe, breaking almost every bone in his body as it hit him in his breastplate. This was the third time, Forge getting hit by a terrified Granny Smith with a frying pan, knocking him off the porch and into an apple tree.

“…Forge, are ya alright?” A voice said as Forge started to come back to relative awareness. The voice got a groan of pain in response. O fuck me, my jaws dislocated! Forge thought as he opened an eye, getting an eyeful of orange and yellow. To his relief it wasn’t another pony trying to knock his head off, it was Applejack and Applebloom. “Can ya hear us?” Applejack asked as she looked Forge over, concern written all over her face.

“Applejack, why’s his jaw hangin’ funny like that?” Applebloom asked her sister as Forge opened his eyes. Before Applejack could explain to her sister about the consequences of scaring granny Smith and why she should never to it Forge popped his jaw back into place, both of the girls flinching at the loud pop.

“Hey girls” Forge said, sitting up and rubbing his jaw as he petted Applebloom “Did you see what hit me?” Applebloom sat in Forges lap, nuzzling him.

“How are ya doing Forge?” Applebloom asked him.

“Fine little one, I’ve been a little busy the past couple of days or I’d of seen you girls sooner. In fact I’m going to town right after I see if your sister’s okay.” Forge looked Applejack over “Applejack are you doing okay, nothing trying to kill you, nothing out of the ordinary right?”

“I’m fine Forge” Applejack said “Ya should be more worried about yerself, granny Smith gave ya a good knock ta the head.” Forge got up and chuckled.

“I’m fine; it’ll take more than that to take me down.” Forge looked around, suddenly worried “She’s not laying around to take another whack at me is she?” Both of the girls chuckled.

“Na, she’s mighty sorry fer hitting ya though.”

“Applejack is that critter still moving? Big Mac, get my big pan!”

Forge shot up, it seemed like now was a perfect time to depart. “Well it’s nice seeing you girls; I still got 5 other ponies to see today.” As he turned leave Applebloom tugged his pants leg, looking over to her sister.

“Applejack can I’ah go with Forge?” Aj looked at her sister sternly.

“Now Applebloom Ya got chores ta do, ya can’t go.”

“Awwww Applejack!”

“No means no Applebloom.”

Forge patted Applebloom on the head. “How about I come back when I check on the other girls…. And Granny Smith’s not trying to kill me?” Applebloom beamed up at him as Applejack herded her back to the house, Forge making his way to town(more like running into town)…

This is going a lot better than I thought it would Forge thought as ponies practically clamored over each other to get away from him at least they’re not starting a riot. It was, if Forge were to guess, about market rush time, but the town square looked almost deserted, ponies running into their houses and slamming their doors. If Forge listened carefully he could hear them boarding up their windows and doors. “They weren’t this shy the other day.” Forge muttered, if Reaper and Longstrider told him right the townsponies were already use to them.

Maybe they’re scared because I’m huge, scary, and made them carry all of my shit Forge thought as he chuckled, walking up to the one cart stand that wasn’t abandoned, a flower stand with a mare that hadn’t noticed him yet looking around bored as she waited for a costumer. “Excuse me ma-“

The mare spun around, looking at him wide-eyed, grabbing a flowerpot and raising it defensively. “You’re not going to eat me monster!” She yelled, Forge taking a step back, he already got his ass knocked once today and he was NOT going to get hit again.

“I’m not going to eat you!” Forge argued as the pony scrunched her face up at him.

“Why, not good enough to be eaten am I?” She demanded as Forge looked the pony up and down and muttered something about crazy ponies, looking over the flower stand.

“Do you sell seeds…Ms…. could you tell me your name?”

“Why, so you know who you’re eating?”

“…..”

“…..”

“…..”

They both stared at each other, Forge narrowing his eyes at her; the pony meeting his gaze with a blank stare.

“Longstrider put you up to this didn’t he?” The mare tried and failed to suppress a smile.

“He may have~” She sing-songed as she trotted over to him and raised a hoof in greeting. “I’m Roseluck! Nice to meet you.”

“Forger, now do you sell seeds or not?” Forge grumpily muttered.

“Awwww come on, there’s no need to be short, it was all just a bit of fun!” Roseluck said, nudging him. “And yes I do. I also sell plants if you’re interested.” Forge brightened hearing that, pulling out Longstrider’s bits and giving her half the bag.

“Here, surprise me; just send whatever to my compound.” He told her, walking away.

“Wait! This is way too much for anything I could give you!” She called after him.

“Good!” He called back as he walked in Sugarcube corner. Forge frowned and looked the building up and down, normally his common sense would tell him not to try to take a bite out of a building but it did look like it was made entirely out of gingerbread, and it may of just been his concession but at the moment it seemed like a great idea to test his thoughts about its edibility. Leaning Forge took a chomp out of the building, expecting the taste of icing and gingerbread. Unfortunately for him it was just wood and nails. “Fuck!” He hollered, clutching his jaw, spitting out the undelightful mouthful of construction materials as he walked in the building, Roseluck laughing at his antics as she of thought which to get him …

“Morning Forgey!” A chipper voice called to him as he opened the door. Flinching at the nickname, Forge saw Pinkie behind the counter and smiled.

“Morning Pinkie! Is Reaper around, I have his pay for the week.” Pinkie nodded but before she could say anything a voice called out.

“Just leave the bag there Forge! I’m busy!”

Forge raised an eyebrow and looked at Pinkie. “You got his black ass to do something? Color me impressed.”

“Fuck you Honkey!” Reaper shouted as Forge walked in the kitchen to see what he was making him so busy.

What he saw made his day.

There was Reaper, wearing pink oven mitts and a frilly pink apron, holding a tray of freshly made cupcakes. Forge and Reaper looked at each other, neither blinking.

“….”

“….”

“…..This is definitely what Martin Luther King had in mind.” Forge told a now pissed off Reaper.

“Honkey, I’m going to break my size twelve’s in your -“Pinkie appeared behind him, giving him a noggie.

“Reapey’s been helping me make cupcakes all morning.” Forge cracked a smile.

“Reapey?” Reaper flushed, grabbing Forge by the collar and walking him out of the kitchen. Forge decided it was time to quite his teasing. “Is there anything to report Reaper?” Reaper shrugged.

“Nope, not a thing, in fact this might be the easiest-” Forge clamped his brothers mouth shut, an alarmed look on his face.

“Don’t fucking say that!” He quietly screamed at him. “These ponies get in more trouble than we did for Christ sakes! And there you go trying to screw our luck up mocking fate! Just go back in there Reapey and finish your cupcakes.” Reaper snarled as Forge chuckled. “By the way, did you get an invitation for a surprise party from a certain pink pony?”

Reaper blinked. “Ya why?”

“Because it doesn’t say when or where the parties going to happen, it just says that I’m invited to a party.” Reaper blinked then chuckled.

“That’s Pinkie for you, she’ll warn you about a surprise that’s for you.” Forge chuckled and turned toward the door.

“Alright, you stay out of trouble ‘Reapey’”

“Fuck you son….” Reaper called out as he walked back in the kitchen to start making the strawberry icing for those cupcakes…

I better go pay Longstrider next, hopefully Bon Bon’s making him pay rent Forge thought as he walked to what he now called ‘the crazy pony house’. Forge had no idea how Bon Bon put up with Hands Mcgee and the Toothanator and their craziness, a sudden picture of Longstrider tied down to a table missing hands and teeth entered his mind, making him chuckle and shiver at the same time.
And now she has to deal with Longstrider. Bon Bon must drink or she gets off of the crazinesss he thought as he got into view of the crazy pony house.

To his relief, Longstrider still had his hands as he sat on the front porch of the house, Lyra curled up on his lap as he petted her like a dog, Colgate sitting in the chair next to him. “Hey Forgey!” Longstrider called as he saw his brother “Come to check on little old me?”

Forge ignored his remark; he threw him his bits as Lyra glared at him. “Did you steal our pudding?” She demanded.

Forge raised an eyebrow. “Morning to you too Ms. Heartstrings, yes the weather is lovely.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes I did.”

Lyra looked at him shocked. “Why?!”

Forge looked down at her, flabbergasted. “You. Kidnapped. Me. You crazy green pony. You’re lucky I didn’t arrest you for it.”

“I was looking forward to that pudding you meanie!”

Forge resisted the urge to facepalm and sighed. “I’m sorry Lyra for stealing your pudding after you kidnapped me and tried to do god knows what with my poor hands.”

Lyra beamed at him and laid her head back on Longstrider’s lap. “I forgive you!” Forge rolled his eyes as Longstrider narrowed his eyes at Forge as he finished counting his pay.

“Forge” he said “Is all of my money here?”

“Yep.” Forge replied, stone-faced.

“Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure? I’m the one that knows and pays your salary.” Forge could see that he didn’t believe him but the 60’s Spiderman was giving more fucks than him at the moment as something smashed into him, almost knocking him through Bon Bon’s door.

Forge and the thing that hit him groaned; looking over his shoulder he saw that it was Rainbow, her eyes spinning around their sockets as she sat on his back. Forge looked at his brother and frowned, helping Rainbow up; Lyra and Colgate seemed to of just run out of fucks to give, neither flinching as Forge took his hit.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was about to hit me?” Forge demanded.

“I didn’t see her…”

“Bullshit.”

“…. Because you didn’t give me my full paycheck; for gods sakes, this is barely enough for rent!” As he finished his sentence Bon Bon opened the door and grabbed the bag of bits, nodding at Forge and Rainbow as she walked back inside. “See? Now I’m broke!”

Forge rolled his eyes.” I don’t care; get another job like me and Reaper.” He looked at Rainbow, who was now fully recovered. “You know Rainbow; if you wanted to say hi to me you didn’t need to damn near break my back.”

Rainbow snorted and flexed her wings as Forge lit a cigar. “It was your fault for being in the way!”

He raised an eyebrow and blew smoke in her face. “That must be Rainbow for ‘I’m sorry for hitting you Forge’” He looked her over and started to make his way to Rarity’s after he had said his farewells, Rainbow tagging along.

“So it was a stunt failure right?”

“Na I just wanted to smash into you.”

“You know you probably broke one of my ribs.”

“You’ll tough it ou- Stop blowing that smoke in my face!”

“Stop being a bitch.”

“I will beat your flank off that monkey body of yours.”

“Come at me skittles.” They both snorted as they walked through Rarity’s boutique.

“Ms. Rarity, are you home?” Forge called.

“Coming~!” Rarity’s sing-songed. There was a rushed trotting down the stairs and Forge was tackled by a small white blur. Thankfully it was filly sized or Forge would be on his ass again.

“Hey Sweetie” Forge told the little filly as she hugged him “How’s it going?” Sweetie looked up at him and smiled.

“I’m doing fine, in fact the other day me and the other girls….”

Rainbow watched as Forge listened to the filly as she dragged on. How he was able to listen intently was beyond her. And she would not stop! Rainbow was about to tell her to shut it when Rarity and Fluttershy came in, Fluttershy in another one of Rarity’s dresses, it being most likely that Rarity got her to be a living mannequin, probably against her wishes. Forge smiled at them both.

“Hello ladies, I was going to see you next Ms. Fluttershy, so thank you for making my life easier. By the way Ms. Fluttershy, that dress looks nice on you.” Rarity beamed as Fluttershy became a blushing, stammering blob of adorable.

“Of course she does darling!” she told him “She’s wearing one of my creations!” Rarity suddenly started to walk around Forge with a critical eye. “You know Forger; I would love to design something for you.” her Quicksilver floated up from the counter to where it was at and formed into a quill as Rarity grabbed a piece of paper and started to draw some designs. Forge looked the Quicksilver over carefully, also checking to see where the other girls had there’s. Rainbow had hers on the tip of each of her wings and Fluttershy had it as beads in her hair.

“How are your Quicksilver’s working girls?” He asked them, looking at Rainbow carefully. Forge could tell that its side effects were really hitting her hard, the clouded eyes being a dead giveaway. He did something that he thought would make her feel better. Hand outstretched he said, “Override 3138, brisinger alpha.” Rainbow’s Quicksilver detached from her wings and floated toward his hand, snaking around it. Rainbow blinked and looked up at him, her eyes looking a whole lot clearer.

Rainbow gasped, remembering how she was treating Forge. “Omygosh! Forge, I did-“Forge raised a hand to silence her, then he patted her head assuredly.

“I know Dash, it’s the Quicksilver. I told you that it messes with your emotions; you know if you want I can unbind it from you if it’s too much.” Rainbow shook her head rigorously.

“Na its okay, I just need to get use to it. It kinda clouds your head up if you’re not careful.”

Forge chuckled and muttered under his breath, Dash’s Quicksilver floating back to her. “I just gave you each a tiny bit too! Imagine if you had as much as I do.”

She blinked and looked up at him. “How don’t you lose it?” She asked him.

Forge snorted. “I made the stuff; it’s not going to pull a fast one on me.” He looked at Rarity and Fluttershy. “Alright I need to go check on Twilight; it was nice seeing you girls!”

With that Forge and Rainbow left the store, Rarity muttering under her breath. “You will be mine Mr. Metalworker MINE!”…

“Hey Dash do me a favor and get Reaper and Longstrider and tell them to go to the market, I want to talk to them.”

Dash nodded, her wings flaring. “Alright, and I am so sorry losing it on you.” She told him, her head held low in shame. Forge just chuckled and tossed her a bit.

“If you’re sorry do me a favor and go to Roseluck’s cart and help her out with the plants that are going to the fort.”

Dash raised an eyebrow. “Just the fort? Why don’t you give it a cool name?”

“Because I’m a lazy asshole, now get going.” Dash just chuckled and saluted, flying off. Forge looked toward the giant tree and straightened his shirt, which was now slightly torn from the day’s activities; it was a miracle that Rarity hadn’t noticed the crime against fashion.

Well, time to see the ol ’niece Forge thought as he opened the libraries door she can’t be as bad- As he walked through the door something latched onto his face. Forge, having seen all of the Alien movies reacted violently.

“It’s got my face!” he screamed, trying to get whatever was on him off. “It’s going to lay eggs in my stomach and an alien baby’s going to….. to…. Wait a second….” He ripped the thing off his face, it was someponies Quicksilver. He scowled at it and looked around.

The library is a mess.

It looked like a tornado hit the place, books in piles around the room and tables overturned. In the middle of it all was a very crazy looking purple unicorn. Forge stared at Twilight, who was breathing heavily, staring back at him, her eyes and mane wild. “….Twilight? Is everything-” Twilight’s eyes rolled in the back of her head and she started to fall, Forge catching and checking to see if she was okay before she hit the ground.

“Twilight, Twilight?”

“….zzzzzzz.”

Forge chuckled, picking her up and placing her on the only couch that was upright.

“You’re Forge right?” A voice asked him, turning around Forge saw it was a baby dragon, Spike if Forge were to guess; there couldn’t be that many dragons in ponyville right?

“Yep. You’re Spike right?” He asked, using his magic to fix everything in the living room, putting books back and chairs and tables in proper positions. Spike looked alarmed for a second, and then thankful, rushing upstairs to get Twilight a blanket and wrapping it around her.

“Thanks man, you saved me a lot of cleaning.” Spike told Forge, who quietly chuckled, not wanting to wake his niece. At least he probably wasn’t going to get attacked or hurt this time, probably because Twilight worked herself to exhaustion.

He looked down at Twilight. “So she was trying to catch and study the Quicksilver?”

Spike nodded. “Yep, for the last 3 days she’s been keeping me up.” Forge looked Spike up and down. He knew a lot about dragons, being taught smithing by one and all, so he wanted to ask some questions about him; Twilight’s lack of knowledge could be harmful to the dragon.

“Hey Spike, how old are you?” He said.

“I’ll be 16 next week, why?”

Forge sighed good he still has time. He thought as he smiled at the dragon. “No reason, just do me a favor and tell Twilight that I need to see you after your birthday okay.”

“Why?”

“For health reasons little guy.” Spike grumbled about being called little but complied as Forge bid him farewell and left, whistling a tune. The ponies had accepted his presence pretty quickly; he even got waved at by a few ponies, each of which he returned by a head nod ponies can change attitudes toward people pretty quick. I wonder if they took the boards off their windows? He mused silently, looking around at the small town .

As he decided to look around some more, preferably somewhere he could get a bit to eat, when he heard it, the voice from hell, the voice that kept him up at night, a voice that had just a hint of I’m-going-to-rape-you-Forge in it.

“FORGEY!!!!”

Forge froze in place as he saw the massive shadow that was now above ponyville. His mind went blank from fear for a few seconds. When he came to he realized who would bring that terror to Equestria. “I’m going to get Longstrider to bang a pony on Tia’s throne if I get out of this.” He said as he took off toward the direction of his home, running as fast as his legs could take him….