Crimson "The Forgemaster" Hammer went back to his house after Pinkie Pie had swamped him. In a few moments, he had the rainbow falls working correctly, just like Rainbow Dash's. However, his didn't have all of the colors of the rainbow; his only had blue and red. According to the book he had memorized, the rainbow fall reacts to the emotions of whoever owns it. And apparently, his were blue and red… whatever that means.

He found himself bored. This rarely happens to him, as whenever he was bored before he would just start forging something. Now, however, if he went to The Forgemaster's house and used the forge out back, the ponies would become suspicious. He had 2 options, visit Rarity or visit Fluttershy. Neither was particularly appealing to him, but he should probably see how Fluttershy was doing and see how Rarity's been. Fluttershy had, after all, seen a brutal battle take place in front of her, and Rarity was the only pony in this town that he could actually sit down and talk to for longer than 5 minutes.

He sighed: he really found most of those ponies annoying.

He went on an adventure through Ponyville, sad and depressed. His head down, he walked slowly through Ponyville

'Pain, sadness, and irritation. Ahhh, it's good to see you again, old friends. It's been too long.' He thought.

He could have picked himself up with some forging, but that avenue of stress-relief was closed to him. The ponies of Ponyville probably wouldn't appreciate it if he took out his emotions on them, either. He looked up to find that he had wandered to the local music store. Music just happened to be one of his hobbies, amongst others. He walked in and found a good, old-fashioned 6-string guitar, made from the best materials and with modern precision. For a good price, too: only 150 bits. That left him with around 300 bits from the 500 he woke up as a pony with.

'I should get a job, if only to ward off suspicion. Thank the gods that Celestia knew about weather manipulation, I'll just join the weather patrol.' He mused.

He stowed his new acquisition on his back, then went to visit Rarity's Boutique. On the way over, he realized that he had yet to technically meet Rarity, so he devised a fool proof plan: he would simply appeal to her needs. He knocked on the door, and stepped back, and then waited for the fashionista to answer her door. When she opened her door not 12 seconds later, he gave a gentle-coltly bow and introduced himself by his new moniker.

"Hello, miss. My name is Crimson Hammer and it's an honor to meet you. I find myself in need of clothing, and you came highly recommended by a colleague of mine from Canterlot." He spoke with a Canterlot accent, just like Rarity.

Her face positively lit up at his manners, and when he mentioned Canterlot, she nearly exploded with joy, she replied, "Why, it's very nice to meet you as well, Crimson Hammer. My name is Rarity, and I would be happy to make some clothing for you. If you would just enter my Boutique, we can get started." She waved him in with a hoof.

He entered, and said "Miss Rarity, please just call me Crimson, or Hammer: whichever is more convenient. I don't wish to take up too much of your time, but I'm sure this will be over fairly quickly."

She looked horrified at the suggestion, "I assure you couldn't possibly waste my time, dear; I actually had nothing planned for today. Making something for you would actually be a benefit for me!"

He smiled at her and said, "I see the stories of your hospitality were not exaggerated, in the slightest. Unfortunately, it's not your time that I'm worried about, though I am overjoyed that you are free for the day, I actually need these clothes as soon as possible. I will, of course, pay extra for your trouble."

She smiled back and said, "No need to pay extra, Crimson, as there is no trouble at all! Now, if you'll just stand up on here, we'll get your measurements." She indicated a nearby platform.

He stepped onto the platform and she began to take measurements. He spoke to her as she worked.

"Miss Rarity-", he began.

"Please, dear, just call me Rarity." She said from his back legs.

"My apologies; Rarity. I know that you are an expert in clothes making, but I am decent at the craft myself. You wouldn't mind, terribly, if I drew something up for you to make?"

"Not at all, dear! The customer knows best!" she said from his left side.

He grinned, "But you wouldn't mind giving me your opinion, would you?"

"I'll give my honest, professional opinion: I swear." She said whilst almost underneath him.

"Great! I'll just need a pad and pencil…"

He left a half-hour later with Rarity diligently working on something he had called, an 'Assassin's Cloak'. Thankfully, Rarity didn't know what an assassin was. He doubted that there would ever be a need for assassins in Equestria, but one must be prepared for anything. After his little escapade with Rarity, he decided to visit Fluttershy.

He remembered the route to Fluttershy's cabin, as it was next to the same path he had taken to visit Zecora. He hadn't been there before, but if her personality would be anything to go by; it would be comfortable, homey, and animal-friendly. He found exactly that as he rounded a bend in the path. However, something was wrong.

There was a small stream coming from inside the yellow mare's cabin. As he came to the door, he noticed that the stream was coming from under the door frame. He knocked and was greeted within moments by a small rabbit and an increase in the flow of the stream, now confirmed as coming from Fluttershy's living room. Now, the Forgemaster wasn't one to be intimidated by anything, anyone, or anypony, but this rabbit looked like it could kick some serious ass, if need be. He also noticed that the rabbit was slightly surprised, and very angry, at his visit.

Crimson Hammer cleared his throat, remembered that he had also yet to technically meet Fluttershy, formally at least, and then said, "Excuse me, but I came by to see how the yellow mare from earlier was doing."

The rabbit stomped its paw and pointed through the doorway where the stream was coming from. The Forgemaster walked in the room to find Fluttershy in tears and surrounded by her animal friends.

'So that's why there was a stream, it was her tears…' he thought.

"Excuse me, miss?" he said out loud.

The crying mare didn't look up, and in a voice, barely audible, said, "Who are you?"

"I am Crimson Hammer, and… the stallion from the manticore attack."

The yellow pegasus immediately stopped crying and 'Stared' at him, "How dare you! What gave you the right to hurt that poor, little manticore!" she said in a much stronger voice than previously

"The fact that had I not killed it, it would have killed either me or you!" he yelled right back.

She was shocked, nothing beside The Forgemaster had ever resisted her before, she stammered out, "Wha'?"

"I was running from the beast so I did not have to kill it! In the forest, it could out-run me, but in the open plains, I had the advantage. But when it and I both saw you freeze, I knew that if I had kept running away it would have stopped and attacked you as you were clearly the weaker prey."

She hid behind her mane, "Really?" she squeaked out.

"Yes, little one. I had no desire to hurt the creature, but it was him, me, or you. I think I made the right decision when I fought the beast."

"That doesn't mean you had to kill him…"

"Yes, I know, but it happened. I also wasn't exactly in my normal state of mind at the time anyway."

She looked up at him for the first time without anger and more pity, "Oh you poor dear, what happened?"

"Twilight Sparkle will tell you, if you ask." He sighed, "I just came to see if you were alright, you looked kind of bad earlier."

She looked down, with a blush, "Oh, well, thank you. My name is Fluttershy, by the way. I'm sorry if I was rude earlier, that poor manticore really got to me."

"It's nice to meet you Fluttershy, I'm sorry I caused you so much pain."

"It will take a few days, but I'll be fine." She smiled

"Well, if there's nothing else, I should go."

He stepped outside before turning back and saying, "I'll visit sometime, if that's alright."

She nodded, and he went on his way.

WwWwWwW

Even after all he had done that day, he still found himself sad. Apparently, going around talking to 'new' ponies wasn't one of his stress relievers. But, there is always one cure for a sad individual: CLASSIC ROCK!

He found himself a cloud; far enough above Ponyville that no-pony could hear him. He sat down and prepared his new guitar, stringing it and tuning it. Even as a pony, he, and other ponies, could play a guitar. Some innate magic rubbish or something; hoofed creatures shouldn't be able to play a stringed instrument, and yet they do. The more he stayed in this confusing and illogical world, the less he liked it. But he wouldn't give it up for anything, even as it, and its inhabitants maddened him, he truly enjoyed it here.

He was just about ready to play, not noticing, or not caring about, the rainbow streaked cloud that floated just behind him. She had been sent to collect him for his party, somehow held at his cloud-house.

His hooves played out the opening notes, and he played the rest of the song with nothing but his guitar, no accompaniment by back up vocalists or other instruments. Even though he knew he was alone, he felt the need to change the lyrics to suit this new place he found himself in.

It's all the same

Only the names will change

Everyday

It seems we're wastin' away

Another place

Where the faces are so cold

I fly all night

Just to get back home

I'm a cowboy

On the cold winds I fly

I'm wanted

Dead or alive

Wanted

Dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep

Sometimes it's not for days

The ponies I meet

Always go their separate ways

Sometimes you tell the day

By the bottle that you drink

And times when you're alone

All you do is think

I'm a cowboy

On the high winds I fly

I'm wanted

Dead or alive

Wanted

Dead or alive

Ohh alright

Oh I'm a cowboy

On the cold winds I fly

I'm wanted

Dead or alive

When I walk these streets

A loaded six string on my back

I play for keeps

'Cause I might not make it back

I've been everywhere

Still I'm standin' tall

I've seen a million faces

And I've rocked them all!

'Cause I'm a cowboy

On the high winds I fly

I'm wanted

Dead or alive

I'm a cowboy

I got the night on my side

And I'm wanted

Dead or alive

And I'm right

Dead or alive

I still fly

Dead or alive

Dead or alive

Dead or alive

Mm dead or alive

Dead or alive

(© SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; BON JOVI PUBLISHING; AGGRESSIVE MUSIC; POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP)

Rainbow Dash's eyes widened. She zoomed out of her cloud and down to street level as quickly as she could. She made her way to the party as Crimson Hammer's house quickly, only one though blaring through her mind.

'Crimson Hammer is….. a criminal! I've got to tell the girls!'