POV Shift: Arax

Mmmmm, is there any better way to wake up than in a fire? I didn’t think it'd still be going, I must of slept for awhile, and it’s still going… wait, I’m missing something here... Why am I buried under the fire wood? Why is there a sack of gems? Why is there a rabbit being roasted!? Did somepony see the fire and just settle in or something? There’s nopony here now so I’ll just-

“I see you’re awake.”

I jump up ready to burn somepony’s face off, but there was nopony at the entrance, the cave was empty, I looked back into the cave and still nopony was there. “Who’s there!?”

“Well there’s me, there’s you and that’s the fire. Say ‘hi’ fire” the voice said.

I slowly looked up at the ceiling to where the voice originated from and saw a sight for sore eyes, it was a pony looking thing with holes all through it’s legs, I think I know how it felt, like a Celestia damned pincushion. “AHHHHHHHHH!!!” We both screamed at each other.

“Why are we screaming!?”

“The fuck are you!?”

“I am a changeling!” she exclaimed “The superior race to ponies because we have an ability called Mimicry.” When she exclaimed ‘mimicry’ she threw her forelegs up, or down I guess, which caused her to fall from the ceiling, and land with an ‘oomph’.

“Aaaaaand the fuck is a Mimi-what's it now?”

“MIMICRY!” She exclaimed again as she righted herself. “Its something almost all changelings have, mimicry is like camouflage if you will. It allows us to disguise ourselves as almost any living being.”

“Soooo you’re a shape shifting master race?”

“Pretty much yea… so what’s your name?”

“I uhhh don’t have one?” I don’t fully trust this changeling thingy. My best option is to beat around the bush, maybe give her my name if I deem her worthy.

“*GASP* But everyling has a name, my name is Scout number 227. But I prefer Tattered.”

“your name is ‘Scout number 227?’”

“Yea, but, I don’t use that, I just use Tattered”

“Okay well I still don’t have a name…… How does Draco sound?”

“GENERIC!”

“Carlisle?”

“what are you, a pony?… No you’re not. TRY AGAIN!”

“Marco, Krados, Kaltex, Fluffles, Arax, Jeffer-” Fuck…. I used my real name.

“WAIT, GO BACK!”

“What…. Fluffles?”

“No no no no no no…. No.”

“Arax? That one really?” ’SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT’

“Yeah yeah, Arax the midget baby dragon! Ahahaha...”

“Yeah ha ha ha, laugh it up miss ‘I’m a super magical shapeshifter’ or I’ll burn you to a crisp!”

“Why? Would you prefer Fluffles the midget baby dragon?” She says while looking as if trying not to laugh at me again.

“Don’t call me a midget!”

“So just Fluffles the baby dragon?” It’s like she’s trying to piss me off.

“Don’t fucking call me Fluffles either, just call me Arax.”

“Okay Arax shut up and eat, I didn’t go out of my way to catch that Rabbit for nothing” The changeling said, pointing a hoof at said rabbit by the fire.

With the rabbit looking fairly fresh and a pile of gems bigger than me just laying around I could stay here for weeks, but I’m fucking hungry now so I’m eating all of it!

Three hours later and I have a pile of rabbit bones laying next to me, some gem dust on my swollen belly and a passed out changeling for some reason. It’s still early morning so I can’t go outside safely yet… curling up with the thing with holes it is!

POV Swap: Tatters

Huh… what’s this, the little dragon’s curled right up with me… Why was I out in the first place? So many questions… maybe he trusts me, that was easy. Guess that means I got a new toy. I might use mimicry to disguise myself and head back into town… and take the Dragon with me, but first I need him to wake up so I can set some ground rules.

With a series of pokes I try to rise the little Drake “Hey wake up, wake up we need to go.” I said while still poking him.

“Go away.”

“Get up or I’ll stuff you in my saddle bag.”

“And what pretell is a saddle bag?”

“You want me to describe a bag?” I said with a chuckle

“Umm yeah, why else would I be asking? Dumb bitch.”

“Umm, Okay it’s two pouches with a strap and buckle so I can carry it.”

“Ohh, and why am I going in there?”

“You’re going in there so I can take you into town without the ponies freaking out”

“Ohh yeah, I forgot I kinda wrecked the fucking town. I am the worst at sneaky shit”

“I kind of noticed when you barreled through ‘Ribbon Smith’, remember that?”

Arax POV the day before.

After barreling through another wall I find myself in a warm fuzzy place with fire and metal stuff everywhere… I love it! Too bad I can’t stay here otherwise I would have a field day in here. It couldn’t hurt to just take a look around could it?

Hmm, fire pit, some weird metal handles with fabric in the middle and some random metal thing with hammers and various other tools on it. The doctors and nurses will be putting up posters of an escaped patient or in other words me, so it’s best not to stick around... the angry looking mare is also a good reason.

Arax POV Present day.

“Ohhhhhh, so that was you… Sorry?” Shit, shit, shit I hope she doesn’t murder me or something.

“You best be sorry, you blew a hole in my wall, wreck my shop and I’m still nice enough to give you some of my gems. You owe me.”

“Yes, I know I owe you, I owe you big time but lets discuss this when we’re not in some creepy fucking forest shall we?” Meanwhile I’m walking to the edge of the cave trying to get out of the closed space.

Judging by the sun, it’s safe to assume it’s midday “So how’s this going to work?” I must admit, I was a bit curious about how she intends to… I don’t want to say ‘take care of me’ but I don’t know what else to say.

“Well I was going to start with some ground rules, first is you probably shouldn’t leave the house for a few days-”

“WHAT!?” I cut her off there “I’m not going to be stuck in inside all fucking day!”

“I know that! Now if you’ll let me finish, you shouldn’t leave the house for a few days until Ponyville calms down. Then we can maybe worm you into society.”

“Ha… Do you want your shop to be wrecked more? I’ll go stir crazy if I sit inside all day!”

“Deal with it! I also don’t want you eating all my gems ether, I need those for my more rare customers.”

“What do you need gems for I thought you were a blacksmith?” And here I thought she was going to give me all those gems, damn.

“I can make lavish pieces meant for showing off instead of protection too ya know. Now stop whining and lets go.”

“I was not whining!”

“Yes you were. Now get in the bag we need to go.” Grumbling to myself, I climb into her… Saddlebag I think she called it, and we’re on our way back to town. Woo, I can barely contain my excitement.

Author's Note

Hoo we, this one took a bit but it's finally out. I would once again like to Tattered Ribbon for being badflank and helping with every chapter so far like a SUPERVISOR!

Uhh... Arax?

What is it Tatters?

It's said "Like a Boss!" not "Like a Supervisor!"

Oh thank you Tatters.
Yes like a BOSS! I would also like to thank Normal for proof reading this chapter.

And thank you, the reader, for giving our story your time of day (or night depending on your preference).