My little oc a blacksmiths view

The next morning was filled with regret. My head was spinning, my stomach was upset and my eyes were blurry. I sure couldn’t drink like a work pony.

I cursed Applejacks sweet cider, why did it have to be that good, why didn’t she make an aftertaste, so that one would slow down. I must had drank at least one or two mugs with soft cider and eight mugs of hard cider.

“I sure could go for a pick-me-up-beer right about now” I mumbled to myself.

I stumbled out of my bed, threw a saddlebag over my back and headed out into the town.

I met Pinkie at the marked as I was buying breakfast.

“Wasn’t it an amazing party” she asked, with a voice, feeling like a rusted rack, being scratched down a blackboard.

“It sure was" i said in a raspy voice. "could you keep your voice down a bit, I have a hangover”.

Pinkie grinned from ear to ear as she pulled out a bottle of something out from absolutely nothing.

“I think you need this then”.

I uncorked the bottle with my magic, I wasn’t going to work today anyway. I had things to prepare before I could forge anything.

The liquid had an offensive odor that burned my nose. I put it to my mouth hesitating for a bit.

Pinkie saw my hesitation and almost jammed the bottle down my throat.

“No hesitating, just down the hatch”.

I gaged as the liquid rushed down. To Pinkies defense it didn’t taste that bad, it was sweet, almost too much so and after a second or two, I could taste alcohol.

“What was that” I asked coughing.

“oh, it’s just redbull, monster energy and vodka” she smiled “the best pick-me-up I know”.

I looked at her like I had just dropped down from mars.

“Redbull, monster?” I asked.

She nodded “how do you think I’m so hyper all the time”.

I coughed ones more “never heard of it”.

Pinkie giggled “it doesn’t exist silly”.

After that she jump off, leaving me with more questions than answers. She truly was something else that Pinkie, a tornado of pink party fury.

Back at the shack, after breakfast, I set to work placing rocks to form an old-school forge. The forge took shape piece by piece and soon, it was finished. Then I had to install the bellows and they fit perfectly. I sighed in relief of finally being done, than I turned to the anvil.

“My backs nemesis” I thought.

Lifting the heavy heap of metal was an enormous strain on my magic and back; I would have to be resting for the rest of the day just to get ready to forge after moving it with magic.

The anvil landed on the wooden floor with a crash, I prayed to Celestia that the floor wasn’t broken.

Celestia must have heard me, the floor prevailed, against my expectation. I looked around to see, if there were anything that needed to be done, when I looked at the door I saw that it was open and three little fillies was standing looking in.

One little filly with yellow fur and a red mane stepped forward.

“Hiya there stranger” she said nodding at me, “do ya need any help, we a looking to earn our cutiemarks”.

I looked at them “uh, sure you could buy some hard coal for me” I said searching for bits in a bag close to me.

“Sure thing mister” the little Pegasus said and they all speeded towards the town center.

However a few minutes later they returned “you need some bits” I winked at them and threw a small coin purse at their hooves. “Oh and if there’s money left for an ice-cream you can buy one each as a thank you”.

As soon I said ice-cream their faces lit up more than they were before.

I sorted my files by roughness, when the fillies returned. They were hauling a handcart each, filled with coal.

“Here you are mister”, the Pegasus said sweat streaming down her face.

I walked closer smiling. I thanked the fillies dragging the carts into the shack. The fillies looked at their flanks and sighed, then walked into the shack as well. The orange Pegasus walked over to the same sword that Rainbow had picked up.

“Wow, did you make this” she asked, her voice full of aw.

I picked up the sword “yeah, I did, I have a passion for sharp objects”.

I immediately wished I hadn’t said that, it sounded really creepy and wasn’t appropriate in front of the fillies, or anypony for that matter.

“Uh I mean, I like the elegance of a blade, or the brute of a war axe” I said hoping I could save it.

The fillies apparently didn’t pick up on my creepy statement or maybe they didn’t care.

“Have you ever used one of them” the white filly asked.

I nodded “yeah, but I do not take pride in killing, it was either me or the tundra-wolf” I said in a slightly sad tone.

The fillies all sat around me, probably expecting a story of heroic proportions.

I walked to a shelf containing the swords that held a special place in my heart. I drew one from its sheath. It was a medieval sword with a golden hoof-guard and pommel.

“It was this sword I used, you can still see a bit of the blue blood on it” I said, holding the sword and walking closer.

I lay the sword on the floor in front of them, making their jaws hang open. Fillies and colts were so easy to impress, if it were mares or stallions, they would think I was crazy, with my fascination of sharp objects.

“How did you manage to slay the wolf” the red maned filly asked.

“Well I saw them from the snowy trees, tracking me” the fillies nodded.

“Just to be safe I drew my sword, and hoped that they wouldn’t attack” I picked up the sword and held it as if I was about to get attacked.

“I waited for them to make the first move, the worst thing you can do when faced with wolf is to run away, they want you to run, so I just stood my ground”.

The fillies’ eyes seem to be popping out at any second now.

“I saw one of the wolfs emerge from the dark forest and got ready to defend myself”.

“Wow” they said scooting closer.

“Suddenly it sat into a sprint running past me, trying to get me to run” I said as I held the sword as if I was about to attack the air.

“How big was it” the Pegasus asked her eyes still as big as before.

“Uh about my size I think” I said thinking that I never really thought about that.

“Well, then another attacked from behind and bit me”. I showed them my scar as I spoke.

“I kicked back, trying to rid myself of the beast but it wouldn’t budge so I had to swing my sword” I swung the sword over my back.

“Man was that a bad idea, the sword hit the wolfs nose and got stuck in the wooden wagon” I acted as if the sword was stuck.

“When I had gotten the wolf of me and the sword back in my hooves a third wolf jumped right for me”.

I thrust my sword forward as if I was attacking a taller enemy.

“When the wolfs saw the one I had just impaled on my sword, they decided that I wasn’t worth the effort and retreaded”.

The three little fillies looked at me as if I were a hero, but in reality I was no better than the wolfs that had attacked me. I placed the blade on the shelf again and sat down in front of them.

“Oh wow” the white one said

“Would you help us forge something” the red Pegasus asked.

I thought about it for a second “sure, why not, just not today, I haven’t got that big of a stock of materials yet”.

After a couple of minutes past chatting, the fillies stood.

“Well we best be of”, the yellow filly said.

I nodded at them, “well you are welcome any time, oh I didn’t get your names”.

The fillies looked back at me.

“I’m Applebloom”

“I’m Sweetiebell”

“and I’m Scootaloo” they said one after the other.

“And I’m Blazing Forge” I said.

I wandered around the town, hoping to find something of interest, when I saw the princess walking down the street. She was talking to somepony. somepony I couldn’t see for the other ponies.

“Huh, must be a filly or a colt” I thought out loud.

As they got closer, I saw that it defiantly wasn’t a pony, but rather some kind of bipedal lizard. As they walked past, I could see that the creature was writing something on a piece of parchment. Did princess Twilight have a dragon, a dragon assistant? I had never seen a baby dragon up close before and without really noticing, I followed them.

Suddenly the dragon turned around to meet my face, just a few inches from his. Well at least I thought it was male.

“Yeah” the dragon said lifting an eyebrow.

I was stunned, “uh, hi there fella” I stammered, making the dragon frown.

I pulled my head back expecting a fireball to the face, but he just stood there, arms crossed.

I looked at Twilight as if to ask for help.

“This is Spike, he is my assistant” she lay a hoof on his back, easing his frown.

“And Spike, this is Blazing Forge, he just moved here”.

I had to say something, but what “uh, sorry Spike, it’s just that I have never seen a baby dragon before” I smiled nervously, hoping that he wasn’t angry with me.

Spike just sighed and extended a clawed arm.

Twilight had offered me to take me to dinner, we sat at a café called the golden dandelion.

Twilight sipped on her tea and asked me “so, are you settling in alright”.

I nodded as I had my mouth full at that moment.

“That’s good, got any orders yet”.

I shook my head and swallowed the bite of sandwich I had in my mouth.

“No, I just got ready, well there was three fillies that wanted my help in making something”, I said smiling widely.

“Oh, that must be the cutiemark crusaders” she said “Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetiebell” she continued.

I nodded “yeah, they are really sweet, I told them about my travels and my swords and they seemed really interested”.

Spike belched loudly, “sorry” he said blushing a bit.

“Uh, Spike, I don’t mean to be rude” I said pausing, “do you breath fire” I asked.

He looked at me with a mixture of annoyance and “well duh” on his face.

“Well yeah, I’m a dragon”.

It was painfully obvious that he hadn’t taking a liking to me.

“I was wondering if you could help me forge a dragon blade" i asked "I bought some kind of metal, that had been mined from a dragons nest and I was told that only dragon fire could heat it”.

The little dragon raised an eyebrow in interest.

“I’ve got the forge ready if you want”.

The dragon nodded slightly. “Sure why not, well if Twilight doesn’t need me” he looked at Twilight.

“Maybe tomorrow Spike, I need your assistance for the rest of the day” she said smiling at Spike and then at me.

Later that day I saw that Ponyville had a pub, a small establishment about the size of my shack. I made a mental note that I should go there in the afternoon and spent the rest of the day walking around the town, meeting new ponies and saying hi to the ones I knew.

After a hardy dinner at home I trotted into town with a smile on my face. The pub was mostly empty, say for three stallions playing a card game at a table.

“What’s ya poison” the bartender asked sharply.

“Uh, a dark ale” I said.

The glass was filled to the brim with a thick ale. It felt more like a some kind of smoothie then a beer, but it was good non the less.

I sat down, one table over from the stallions. One of the stallions stood and walked over to me.

“Ah haven’t seen ya before” he said in a deep and scary voice.

I knew I could take him, if we were to fight, I was bigger than him, but he made me feel as small as a preschool filly.

“Ya play cards” he asked not letting any emotion out.

I shook my head rapidly.

“Oh come now a work pony like ya’ll need to be able to play cards” another said.

I felt my body stand up and walk to their table and sit down, against my will. The first few hands was won by me, still to this day I had no idea why, however after half an hour I kept losing, so I had to get the next round of beer, and the next, and the next.

I had a good hand, well to the best of my knowledge anyway, five, six, seven, eight and nine of hearts. After that hand I remembered that I was supposed to forge with Spike the next day, so I stood and told the other stallions goodnight, seen as it had turned dark.

The way home seemed far longer than the way there, maybe because I kept going the wrong way. I had a good sense of direction, in the daytime, at night I almost couldn’t tell where I was, at to that, that I was drunk of my flank and that it was as dark as Nightmare Moons heart.

I stumbled into something hard as I was concentrating on placing my hooves on the ground properly, falling backwards and landing on my rump. I looked up and saw a mostly light purple building, with a sign saying “carousel boutique”.

My drunk brain said “hey mate, this would be a great place to sleep” but the rest of me yelled “no dude, you’ll freeze, you better knock on the door”.

I was about to knock when a white stallion yelled “hey what are you doing” and galloped over.

I turned just as he stopped just half a meter from me.

“Well my good sir” I said in my best not-drunk-of-my-ass voice.

“It seem to me that I have lost my way in this here town, could you direct me to my shack, you will be rewarded handsomely”.

The white stallion sighed and helped me across the town. I almost broke the door down when I knocked on the door.

“Honey, could you let me in” then I looked back at the stallion expecting a laugh.

Well, he didn’t know that I didn’t have a mare friend. I came back out of the shack with a silvery dagger.

“Here you go sir, this is for your troubles” I said and walked back inside.