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- W Mon 05 Sep 2016 10:05:22 No.702587143 | /b/
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- >it really fucks you up thinking about how Cambodians used to have shooting ranges with actual livestock on them as targets
- >you appreciate a good steak like any red blooded patriot out there
- >but there's a line you don't cross with an animal's dignity dammit
- >"You still insulting Cambodian people in your head?" your wife asks impatiently
- >WellIWouldn'tExactlyCallEmPeople
- >"No sweetie, just...thinkin diplomatic thoughts about em is all" you reply lamely, accepting the offered AR-15
- >not the most entertaining shot, but you just got to the range and want to warm up with something reliable
- >"Well hurry it up, we're gettin' ready to go here"
- >you try to ignore the sway of her hips as you follow her to the table where your two kids are milling about
- >only ogle one sort of equipment at a time, your old man used to say
- >yeah, he was full of specific advice like that..
- >the kids are checking out their ordinance, a great big M2HB
- >you got them $400 worth of ammo to shoot because you're a great dad
- >"Alrighty everybody, are you all here and ready to get started?" the attendant asks for the millionth time
- >you're a responsible gun owner but these guys and their safety checks sometimes..
- >"Great, well you're in luck today - we just got a mega-herd in and they'll be wandering past the treeline any second now"
- >these guys run a pretty sick double-business model
- >people are so desperate to get fluffy herds off their farmland they pay to have them shipped away
- >as one of the few organizations that takes them, the range turns around and sets them right up in the field just before the forest backstop
- >even now you can see the rainbow starting to shuffle out
- >"Dad! I see 'em!" your daughter confirms just after
- >she's finally old enough to wear a shooters badge
- >"You kids ready to have some fun?"
- >you dramatically slide the action on your gun - admittedly wasting a bullet in the process
- >you don't care, you'll pay for it, but money just can't buy that satisfaction
- ***
- >"Peshuw fwen!" your mate calls to you from the cloud of rolling soon-mothers
- >she's a pretty, white fluffed affair, and a rather fierce nest-partner hiding behind a charming smile and experience to share with the newer mothers
- >it's a surge of prideful warmth to reflect that that experience comes from the number of times you bred the little minx yourself
- >yes indeed, life is good at the top
- >surrounded by your kin and your own, who form the web of your vast fluffy empire
- >there are more fluffies than you think there are ones to count them with
- >many of whom are from smaller herds you drove to submission and assimilated with your iron hoof
- >"Peshuw fweeeeeeeen!!" your mate calls again, an impatient whine to her voice
- >not now woman, you're busy
- >yes you must have overcome countless obstacles at this point to reach the success you have
- >not the least of which was yelling at the humans who put you in the roaring crates until they brought you to these greener pastures
- >already the herd has begun grazing in this idyllic field
- >the soon-mothers will eat well tonight, and that brings happiness to you
- >any good, honest fluffy couldn't help love the sight of new life brought into the world
- >your enemies are conquered and your herd swells and thrives
- >that is best in life
- >"PESHUW FW-OOMPH!" you put your hoof over your mate's mouth before she can finish screaming in your face
- >you don't trifle with that whore shit
- >"Yes speshaw fwend?" you ask once you're good and ready
- >"Pwah! Smawty, soon-mummahs say dey am tiwed an haf head sickies" your mate reports
- >the soon-mothers are sick from being rolled around all day, so be it
- >"Teww odda smawties we west hewe den" you say, dismissively
- >this is a good spot, you're inclined to think - you can see any approaching predators, the grass is lush, green and ripe for eating
- >it's also very pretty which is a major bonus
- >you settle in and wait for your mate to return to you for the evening
- >life is good
- ***
- >"Alright Brandon you're gonna open up with that thing and then your mother, Cindy and I are all gonna just go to town" you tell your son
- >strapping young lad, if you and your completely unbiased opinion say so yourselves
- >right now he's got his hands on an honest-to-god China Lake
- >ranges these days..
- >"Yessir" your son sounds off - on point and respectful like your little soldier ought to be
- >"Okay, ready? FIVE!"
- >"FOUR!"
- >"THREE!"
- ***
- >"H-howd on..." your mate mumbles, and just as you were starting to nuzzle up to her
- >she's on to something though, a lot of the fluffies are looking down away from the trees
- >now that you're paying attention, you hear it too
- >the barking shouts of humans
- >you stand up from your impromptu nest to get a better look
- >yep, there they are, not even that far from where your herd set up
- >you curse yourself for missing them
- >you look around for your firstborn, and second in command
- >hey, nothing beats a bit of nepotism
- >you lock eyes with him about forty meters away, and a simple nod communicates he lead his toughies to recon
- >okay, it's a little less simple, he slowly tries to work through it while staring right at you
- >whatever, he'll get it eventually, your firstborn has never let you down
- >big and strong, you know he'll be smarty of the herd one day
- >that will be such a proud day
- ***
- >"FIRE!"
- >*thwoomp*
- ***
- >yyyep, just looking into your son's eyes you can see the same burning passion for leadership that stokes the mighty engine of your soul
- >the world goes insane
- >something wet splashes your face
- >you hope it's not water, you hate water
- >it's bad for fluffies.
- >you turn to your mate to see if maybe she like..spat on you or something weird
- >but her eyes are wider than the sky-ball and she doesn't seem to hear you when you speak
- >actually..you can't hear you when you speak
- >what is she looking at with her dumb open mouth?
- >something wet splashes your face
- >you look over your shoulder to follow her gaze - over where your son should be
- >your herd is scampering too and fro
- >what you notice first is the column of fluffies and fluffy-coloured chunks in the air
- >a high pitched ringing noise comes into focus in your mind
- >a disembodied leg lands beside you
- >how long have you been making the same dumb face as your mate?
- >something rolls across the ground towards you, bumping into you
- >oh
- >it's your son's head
- >something wet splashes your face
- ***
- >"WOOOOOOOOO!!" You holler, "Right in the fucking middle of 'em!!"
- >ignoring your wife's reminder to watch your language around the kids you clap a fond hand on your son's shoulder
- >he's just beaming
- >your daughter doesn't waste a second with the browning
- >THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD
- >music to your ears it really is
- >you raise your M15 and open fire
- >the fluffies are in a panic, all ambling around
- >you can see the terror in their eyes as their friends are snuffed out around them
- >your son blew a spectacular crater with his grenade - the body parts are still falling out of the sky
- >firing indiscriminately into the herd has the satisfying effect of scoring kills with just about every other bullet
- >a rifle like yours takes ugly chunks out of a fluffy's soft tissue, quickly staining the killing ground with red and viscera
- >whereas anywhere your daughter aims, entire bodies simply come apart as if they'd forgotten the basics of holding together
- >your wife, always the picky sort, focuses instead on precision shots, picking off fluffies who break from the bulk of the herd
- >even above your gunfire you can hear the retarded wailing begin to carry down the hill
- >that is best in life
- ***
- >"EEEEEEEEEEEE NU WIKE NU WIKE NU WIKE PWEASE STAHP!!!"
- >you're running
- >you don't know how long it's been since the world exploded but all you've done is run
- >run and shove your way through panicking fluffies
- >where's your mate? there's no time to look
- >there's only time to run and shove and ignore the screaming and the begging and the distant roar of whatever monster is hurting your herd
- >"MUMMAH! MUMMAAAAAAAAAH!!!" A foal screams in front of you
- >you don't want to walk on her, she's so little and precious and just a baby
- >but another fluffy bumps into you and you stumble and then she's just booboo juice under your hoof
- >and you can't even hug her better because you have to run
- >something whistles past you and makes a "TAK" in the dirt to your left
- >the three fluffies it went through have big awful holes torn through them as they get flung down
- >you clamber over one that's still crying for help
- >"Sowee fwend.." you whimper to him as you pass
- >there's more violent "TAKTAKTAKTAK"ing all around you, making you huddle up in fear that you'll get a hole blown in you too
- >you don't, but once the scary noise moves on you can see you're one of the few fluffies exposed to it that can still stand
- >a fluffy whose see places are leaking down his face tries to hug your leg but you shake him off and keep running
- >keep running
- ***
- >the herd's gotten a little more sparse over the course of two minutes of continuous fire
- >also your hands feel like you've been pushing the mower around for a whole afternoon
- >you and the kids are starting to pick your shots now, the basic thrill of unloading into a crowd of fluffies having been tided over
- >you're getting pretty good at scoring hits to different parts of the fluffies
- >a nutshot here, a quick amputation there
- >"Pink mare on the left, five foals" your son calls out, prompting the lot of you to start picking her screeching foals off her back one by one
- >your daughter waits for the mare to start clumsily trying to put the mess of foal guts back together before popping her with a .50 cal
- >stastically speaking, this range alone is responsible for 40% of the recent reduction in shool shootings, and that's according to the FBI
- >you can see why
- >you would strongly recommend the pasttime to any responsible parent
- >now let's see if you can find your son another grenade
- ***
- >"HuuuuuuUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! AAAAAAAAH OWWIIIEEEESS!! WAN MUMMUUUUH!"
- >no no no not your special friend
- >not like this
- >her leg is...you don't even want to look
- >"Is otay! Smawty hewe!" You tell her shakily
- >you won't leave her, not for anything
- >"Smawty hewe, make it aww bettah!"
- >"WAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!! PWEAS NU HUWTIES TO FWUFFY!!!"
- >fluffy? No no no special friend how did you forget you're a mummah?
- >she doesn't even seem to realize you're there talking to her
- >"O-otay! Smawty g-get peshuw fwend to tweesies. S-safe in tweesies!"
- >it's way easier being brave when you're doing it for someone else
- >you wrap your leggies around your mate and start slowly dragging her across the red-stained grass
- >it's hard, even harder when she starts screaming in pain
- >you hate hurting her...
- >but when another spray of loud noises shatters the ground near you you remember what the alternative is
- *
- >it's so hard dragging your mate, you can feel your strong legs protesting
- >you have to stop to let another fluffy who somehow caught on fire run past you
- >you're starting to get away from the bulk of the herd
- >looking back you can see a lot of them have recollected into a fluff pile and are just squeezing their eyes shut and hugging
- >your heart aches to join them and just let the bad feelings wash away in soft fluff
- >but you close yourself off to that longing and focus back on your mate
- >she is your future, she is all you need
- >a faint whistling is all the warning you have before something slams into you, sending you pitching forward
- >you can't hear anything again, and it takes you a moment to remember what's happening
- >you don't waste any time getting to your feet - who knows when the world will explode again
- >you wrap your front leggies back around your mate and when you push off against the ground she's so light you lose your footing
- >oh no...you can see why
- >when the world exploded it took half of her body with her!
- >and the tummy babies she was going to have with you
- >something wet splashes your face
- >you close your eyes as hard as you can and swallow the lump in your throat but you can't help it
- >a lot of wet somethings splash your face
- ***
- >"I thought you knew how to aim those things," your daughter remarks
- >"Shut up!" Your son shoots back, "it was the wind and you know it."
- >"What's the blue one doing to that corpse? Eww is he-?"
- >"Dear, I don't really want to hear you finish that thought."
- >"Just saying that's what it looks like."
- >"I think he's the smarty leader. I saw him organizing some others earlier."
- >"Huh.. He does have a horn. Good catch sweetie."
- ***
- >"P-Peshuw fwen.." your mate murmers
- >there's booboo juice oozing out of her mouth
- >"Is otay! Is otay smawty make bettah! Smawty fix! Gif bestest huggies! Aww bad dweam!" You assure her
- >you don't think it's true, and that makes you feel even worse that you said it
- >you want to keep dragging her out of here but she needs emergency, battlefield aid
- >you look around to make sure there are no more hurty noises and then wrap your mate up in the warmest hug you can manage
- >"Is otay smawty hewe, smawty keep bestest fwuffy safe from owwies. Aww owwies gu way now," you murmer
- >she's shuddering and shivering and breathing way too fast but you don't stop hugging
- >"Gu way gu way meanie owwies," you chant, "nu mowe owwies to soon-mummah."
- >your voice breaks when you think about the precious babies your mate will never have
- >"Pwease..." your mate rasps, "Pweas nu owwies..nu foweba sweepies..soon-mummah wan wiv.."
- >"Aww bettah soon, smawty pwomise!" You tell her. She's so soft and warm, even now it's no wonder you love her
- >"Owwies.." she weeps, "owwies...nu su huwtie anymowe peshuw fwend..gud huggies."
- >"G-Gud huggies!" You bleat, stupid with joy but not caring "smawty gif bestest huggies see? Aww bettah!"
- >"Wuv smawty.." Oh God it's getting better, she's getting better you're gonna be okay
- >"S-Soon-mummah awways wuv smawty but..n-neba teww smawty enuff..Mummah weawwy wuv yu smawty"
- >"G-gonna make new hewd wiff smawty.." She promises you, "gonna gi-*kaff*-gib smawty bestest new babbehs and biggest hewd wiff smaw-"
- >the back of her head explodes
- ***
- >Your son is literally doubled over with laughter
- >even your wife has an uncharacteristic smirk of satisfaction as she lowers the scope from her eye
- >"Oh my God did you see his face!" The young lad is almost in tears
- ***
- >"NUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!! NU NU NUUUUU!! WYYYYY?!?" You scream, whirling to face the distant roaring monster
- >"JUS GIF FWUFFY A CHANCE! JUS A CHANCE!!"
- >you stand on your hind legs and spread your forelegs apart, still howling threats and obscenities
- >whatever final ounce of light was in you is snuffed forever
- >the damn monster took EVERYTHING from you
- >you don't even know what you're saying anymore
- >you hate it
- >you've never hated anything like you hate that monster
- >you're not even scared anymore
- >you just wish you were big and strong like a human
- >then you could make them so sorry for what they did
- >then you wouldn't just be screaming at them to come and fight you
- ***
- >"So uh..whaddya think it's doin?"
- >you're all down to the last few rounds, and they're yours to fire
- >you've got the sky-blue fuzzball in your sights and he's peacocking like an angry, impotent little carebear
- >"Dunno, but you should take 'im out dad," your boy says
- >you grunt and look back at the smarty
- >he looks pissed
- >hell, he IS pissed
- >who wouldn't be?
- >who wouldn't be..
- >with another grunt, you take careful aim and squeeze the trigger
- >the ground bursts in front of the fluffy, snapping him out of his fury and sending him scampering away towards the trees
- >no one says anything as you watch him go
- >everyone knows better than to question your aim
- >just before he disappears behind the first tree, you think you see him take one last look at you
- The End
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