A love as Steady as Stone

A Marble and Limestone in the Vogonverse Story

Chapter 1 ‘Remember’

The arid smell of the stones outside had long since drifted inside. Limestone Pie-Foreman felt her eyes slowly opening. She slowly got up, feeling the recently carpeted floor of the old hotel that was now a very large family home, and looked at her husband. Aaron Foreman was sleeping soundly, and beside him was their daughter Rose Quartz. Giving a smile, for a moment, she turned and walked toward the window. She opened it, looked out at what had been an abandoned mining town, and slowly became the new Pie Family Rock Farm.

She sniffed the air, smelling Pinkie Pie’s muffins, and she rolled her eyes. She loved her sisters, all of them, but a simple bowl of oatmeal would have been fine. She walked toward Aaron, touched his face, and considered the previous night. He was a good stallion, a bit of a pervert when it came to the things they did in bed, but then again she assumed that almost every stallion was to some degree. She almost walked down to the kitchen as she was, but then considered Pinkie’s husband. Andy was a strange one. He was fine with Pinkie’s little Displays of affection, but he was uncomfortable with anypony walking around nude.

So, to spare his feelings, she grabbed a robe, wrapped it around herself, and walked down stairs. The sound of everypony starting to wake up filled the old hotel. The ancient structure had underwent a huge renovation when they had moved into it, and she could see some of the newer parts as she neared the kitchen. The old bar had been turned into a very long counter, an electric stove top, along with an in wall oven, had been added, and at the moment she saw her sister, dressed in an apron, bent over and grabbing something from inside of the oven.

“Muffins, nature’s naked cupcakes!” Pinkie sang as she sat then on the long, smooth, and cool Quartz counter.

“Pinkie,” Limestone said as she neared her sister.

“Morning! I woke up and my tummy was rumbly, so I knew that everypony else was going to be hungry, so I figured that I’d fix breakfast!”

“Thanks, but why are you almost naked?”

“Oh, I always bake like this, and Andy doesn’t really mind.”

I looked at my sister, and my suspicions about all stallions seemed to be confirmed. Apparently her husband was just as much as a pervert, in his own way, as Aaron. I yawned, looked for the coffee, and found a fresh pot already brewed.

“Good morrow my daughters. We hath heard the sound of much commotion in the kitchen and believed that thou were already preparing breakfast,” Cloudy Quartz said as she walked into the room.

Limestone took a moment to look at her mother. She was up, and to somepony that might not have been her daughter she looked like she normally would. But it was the way she was carrying herself. Limestone noticed the slight wince her mother had, and she closed her eyes. She really didn’t want to think about her parents as sexual creatures. As far as she was concerned as soon as Marble came out of her mother, at that exact moment, the foal hole was closed for business.

“Thy father should be roused and prepareth himself for breaking the fast,” she said.

It took Limestone several seconds of thinking about anything else, anything in the wide, wide world, to keep the image of her father, in bed, with the same kind of grin that Aaron usually wore after a full night of love making.

“Pinkamena, wouldst I be in the wrong, or ‘tis it acceptable for thine father to sow his seed in mine rectum?”

Both Pinkie and Limestone stop for a moment, contemplating what exactly their mother just said. Pinkie, after a few moments of contemplation, went back to baking. Lime, on the other hand, couldn’t get the traumatizing scene of seeing her mother and father engaging in anal sex. No matter where she turned her thoughts, the scene revolved back around to the idea her parents plowing the chocolate end of a pony. Her horrified mind reared, unable to comprehend or validate the- vulgarity that issued from Cloudy Quartz mouth.

“Mama,” Pinkie groaned, rising from the depths of the oven, “I don’t think Lime or I needed the idea of you and Papa stuffing it in the ole chocolate starfish.”

“PINKIE!” Lime seethed, “I was just getting the visual out of my head!”"

“Lime, Mama is a pony just like the rest of us, and she’s got needs like us,” Pinkie said.

“Pinkie is right.”

Both Pie sisters looked up to see their elder sister. Maud walked down the stairs, wearing a light blue t-shirt that did little to cover up anything below the waist. She took a seat and barely opened her mouth.

“Wow, Maudie is tired!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Daughter, art thou finished with thy school?”

Maud gave a nod before she lifted a single muffin, “I am, but Cheese and Sarah kept me up most of the night. Having a pregnant herd mate, and a very willing stallion, tends to make for a long night.”

“Nope! I don’t want to hear about it. It’s bad enough that I heard about Mama’s exploits, but I don’t want to hear about my sister’s!” Lime shouted.

“I’m a mare, I enjoy sex, it happens,” Maud said.

“What about relations,” said Igneous Rock as he stepped into the kitchen, “wast your mother rapping episodic on yonder bedroom adventures?”

“No, Papa, not you too. I don’t want to hear about this. All of you are supposed to be chaste, never doing anything, and that’s it.”

“Daughter, art thou sure thou art fine? Wouldst thou, or thine sisters, be here if we were chaste?” Cloudy Quartz asked.

“No, I know that, I do, but after you and Papa were never supposed to again.”

There was a slight giggle that started from Pinkie, and it spread to Cloudy and Igneous. Even Maud cracked a smile, and before long several of the ponies in the room began laughing in earnest. Lime looked at them, a little upset, before Cloudy Quartz touched her hand.

“Daughter, dost thou think that thine father and I would be chaste simply because thou and thine sisters were born? Thou art mistaken, for our love is strong, ‘erefore our need to express ‘tis strong also. Is it different with thine husband? Do thou not think we can not hear thine moans and cries?”

Limestone’s eyes widened, “Mama, I… I… I wasn’t trying to be…”

“Worry not. Thou art not in trouble. Thine husband and thee art simply expressing thy love to one another. Thou and thy sisters have filled me with pride. For each of thee have found a good stallion, and each of thee have bore fine foals.”

Limestone gave a rare smile, looked up and saw their youngest sister. Marble Pie was slowly trotting down the stairs. She looked tired, a bit out of sorts, and extremely happy. The entire reason they were gathered, all of them, was because Marble had found a stallion to call her own. She grinned, and her mind thought back to when she first met Aaron over a year ago.

They had been exposed to the elements. The entire day and night had been rough, and it wasn’t until her father, Igneous, saw the outline of a small town in the distance. Together the four of them began the trek toward the town, letting the sound of their hooves crunching on the sand be the only sound in the silence they had. All of them were too tired, too drained, and far too thirsty to simply talk. Walking into the town they discovered that much of it was abandoned. A sense of acceptance began to cover them. They had followed their instincts, and their insticts had lead them here. Limestone happened to look up, and what she saw brought a new sense of hope. There was a light in the building just down the street. She pointed it out to her father, and the four of them moved toward the building, toward an old Inn.

They approached the building, and her father knocked on the old wooden door. The sound echoed, and after a few minutes it opened revealing a strange looking stallion. As if to accent their need to find a place the sound of thunder, and then a driving rain began to pour behind them. It wasn’t the first rain. Ever since the Pegasi had began controlling the weather even little towns like this had been getting rain. Unknown to the family of Earth Ponies there was a collection of leaks inside.

"Excuse our presence, Young Master," her father said, "Me and mine did not mean to intrude, but as thou hast seen, the out of doors is plagued by a storm most fierce. Mine family and I hast been traveling upon yonder roads, unburdened by much possessions. We find ourselves much destitute and in need of shelter. Prithee, wouldst thou allow us stay in thine in? We may not carry any lucre, but with our backs, we can lighten any labor thou hast here."

Standing there, completely dumbfounded, the strange stallion seemed to consider what was being asked. The hotel, as it was, hadn't been occupied in at least thirty years. Even then the building was old. Much of the town had been a throwback to the old west. It was a mining town that had been created out of an older mining town. He’d heard stories, like anyone who took a chance on some of these old government land auctions, that some of the towns were honestly ghost towns from an age where justice was granted by a quick draw, a hangman’s noose, or an angry mob. It seemed that his little town had originally been that before a mining company took a chance on it, and then lost their backing.

When he showed up he saw that several of the buildings were falling in on themselves, and only a couple could safely be salvaged. So he started on the hotel, which had been more of a challenge than he considered. Looking at the group outside he couldn't turn them away. Instead he stepped back, nodded, and let them come inside.

The antiquated air and heating system was working, but in truth he wondered how long it would work. He'd rigged solar panels on the roof of the hotel, and on a couple of other buildings, hoping that they would supply enough power to the buildings, and the charge batteries, to keep everything working. This storm however had caught him fairly off guard.

"I've got to warn you folks... I've just moved into this place, and I'm certain that it's been deserted for some time."

"Fine," said one of the younger females, a gray coated mare with a short mane, "anything to get out of this weather."

"Limestone Diane Pie," growled the oldest mare in the group, "thou shouldest not speak that way to yonder stallion! The young master hast opened up the inn for our parlay. 'Tis proper that we take upon this boon with thanksgiving."

Showing them in he considered the rooms he had worked on. There was a small collection of mattresses that he had been lucky enough to find. Most of them had to have the dust knocked out of them, aired out, and then placed into a room. He’d found a three quarter mattress, and a frame, that he’d placed in a room on the second level.

In truth most of the upper level was what he was certain was in good enough shape to handle traffic and sleeping arrangements. As they walked he stopped in front of a room and opened it.

“I’ve got some sheets, mattresses, pillows, and blankets in here. I haven’t had time to really put much together, but you are all welcome to what I’ve got,” he said as he looked at them, “And right now I figure that all of you could handle some food, water, and rest.”

He led them into the kitchen, looked at the old stove in the corner, and checked the coals in the wood stove that doubled as the cook stove at the moment. The old stockpile of wood he’d found was still burning, and he added another stick. The drish stick sputtered as it caught fire, and he then checked the pot on top of the old wood stove. He was glad that he had brought several dry goods with him, and right now he was cooking some of the pinto beans that he’d brought.

There wasn’t much for flavor to choose from, so in the end he’d used a trick his grandfather had told him about. Adding a small stone into the mix. As it was the stone he found seemed be flavoring it with more salt than anything. He grabbed a few plastic bowls, dipped up the beans and set them at the old rough hewn table that was in the kitchen. He dug out a few plastic spoons, and put them into the bowls of beans.

“Go right ahead,” he said.

The family of ponies gathered around the beans, held hands, and he watched as the oldest male almost silently thanked Celestia for the meal and hospitality they’d received. He fixed himself a bowl, found a corner of the table, and watched as the beans he served them suddenly disappeared. A quick glance from the eldest of the group told him that they were still hungry. He grabbed something to sit the pot on, used a pair of carpenter gloves he’d bought, and lifted the pot onto the table.

“Go right ahead,” he said.

The invitation was met with the bowls being refilled, muzzles following suit, and soon several contented sighs escaping their mouths. He checked the pot, and saw that it was mostly empty. There was only a thin layer of juice on the bottom. Seeing that his dinner, breakfast, lunch, and possibly dinner for the next day was gone left him with the knowledge that his dry goods he packed might not last as long as he’d like. That meant a trek to a town with a grocery store, and without a transport of some kind that meant a good two or three day walk.

Looking at them, seeing them full, their faces filled with hope, it was worth it. He led them to the room where the mattresses, sheets, pillows, and blankets were. Once each of them had gathered what they needed he led them upstairs. Igneous stopped at a room that their house was offering. He opened it to see a full bed frame, a nightstand, and a window. It was basic, but at least they had a chance to get some well deserved sleep.

Limestone watched her parents go into the room, and then she walked with her sister until the both of them found rooms. Before the stallion could leave she stopped him.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Aaron, Aaron Foreman. What’s yours?” he answered.

“Limestone Diane Pie,” she replied.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t know if you folks have other clothes or not, but if not you’re welcome to wash and dry the ones you have, and I have a few sets that I don’t mind sharing,” he replied.

“Thank you,” she replied.

Watching him leave she closed the door and looked at the mostly empty room. It wasn’t home, but for the most part it was dry, and her family was together, well mostly together. Tomorrow they’d worry about where Maud and Pinkie was, but for now, she was going to get some rest.

Author's Note

(Wow, another Vogonstory? Yeah, but this one has been a long while in the waiting. I’ve been wanting to do a Limestone and Marble Pie story for several months. Seeing them in an episode of MLP just relit the fires. I want to thank L0rd0f7hund3r for his help in fleshing out some of the lines between Igneous Rock and Aaron.)