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- > Gently placing scoot into the pen you step over into it.
- > “Scoot could you go wake up some friends? I have presents for fluffies.”
- > Speaking softly and she runs (see. stumbles) over to the fluff pile.
- > “Fwiend wake up! Nice mistah hewe! He gif wuv and is supah nice!”
- > Shortly all the fluffies are awake and around you.
- > “Wuv nuu mistah! Mistah su nice! Haf nummies?”
- > Then the inevitable occurs the blue smarty friend comes to the front.
- > His cheeks puffed, horn glowing, and stomping his hooves he begins spouting demands.
- > “Hoomin gif nummies tu hewd! If you nuu gif nummies you weave ow we gif biggest ouchies!”
- > Greedy little bastard, ending their smarty is the best thing you can do for a herd.
- > Unfortunately you’re not here for just one fluffy.
- > “I don’t have any nummies but I do have collars, they’ll make you look very handsome.”
- > Without waiting for his okay you slip an extra large zip tie around his neck.
- > “Looks good smarty friend. Now who else wants a collar?”
- > “I wan cowwah! Me me!”
- > The fluffies are all at your feet, you begin placing ‘collars’ on each pony.
- > Most of the herd responds with a cheer of “Yay! Tankoo mistah! Wuv mistah!”
- > After only an hour every pony has a collar, except the foals and babys.
- > Double checking each pony you begin your grim task.
- > The smarty is first.
- > With a sigh and a quick motion you pick up fluffy by the scruff of his neck.
- > And pull the zip tie as tight as it will go.
- > The smarty is already gurgling and crying.
- > After only a few seconds his tongue hangs out and wordless pleas form on his lips.
- > His bulging eyes search for a fluffy to help and then fix on you begging for help.
- > He will receive no mercy.
- > Not that you could save him in time anyway, you left your scissors in the truck.
- > The smarty friend continues to struggle as you drop his body.
- > He claws at the collar around his neck trying to remove the object to no avail.
- > Shitting himself in fear his eyes bug out.
- > The act happened so fast most fluffies don’t comprehend what exactly happened.
- > They’re still chanting thanks and cheers for their new collars.
- > This soon changes.
- > Before the smarty has even stopped moving you pick up another pony at random and tighten the tie.
- > This happens a few more times before others even notice that the smarty is hurting.
- > “Wha happen smawty fwien? Nee huggies? Nuu smeww pwetty!”
- > He is too busy clawing at his neck to hug back.
- > Foul shit getting all over him and nearby fluffies.
- > “Why no huggies? Smawty why huwty? Eww bad poopies!”
- > Blood is appearing in his nostril and mouth and he stops struggling.
- > For a full minute after he keels over the body spasms drooling onto the ground and tears streaming down his face.
- > By the time he has passed more than a dozen fluffies share his fate.
- > The fluffies are now panicking.
- > As they run for their lives they shit everywhere begging for forgiveness.
- > “Why mistah huwt fwuffy? We good fwuffies! You gif nice cowwah! Nuu bad pwease! Ahh! Hewp munstah haf fwuffy!”
- > They begin panicking as you pick them up.
- > “Ahh! No wan sweepie! Hewp! Hewp! He- ghaablah gaa!”
- > The screams replaced with garbled chokes and gurgles.
- > The suffering fluffies are left and the herd scatters without their smarty friend.
- > It’s a good thing you put up the fence.
- > “Wewe owange waa come frum! Wet out! Nee hewp meanie waa! Munsta afta fwuffies hewp!”
- > They’re trying to plead with the fence.
- > Those around you are either paralyzed with fear, still trying to bargain with you, or suffocating.
- > The suffocating fluffies wiggle around shitting on themselves and anyone around.
- > Some unable to comprehend that the collar is chocking them running around in circles trying to make the hurties go away.
- > Some hug one another for comfort others cry silent tears and roll on the ground, they all die slowly.
- > With all the nearby fluffies dying the only ones left in arms reach are a few dying foals mewling and chirping quietly.
- > Trampled in the ensuing panic by negligent mothers and fathers.
- > “Mumma… wuv… wuv… mummah… wuv… hewp… mummah… wuv… hewp…”
- > They’re too young to even speak properly, or maybe it’s the pain.
- > Bodies broken and crushed.
- > Despicable.
- > You grant them a quick death.
- > As you pick them up they cry with all their remaining strength.
- > “HEWP! HEWP! HEWP! HEWP!”
- > A quick pinch of the head and body.
- > And a flick of the wrist.
- > You now move to the center of the pen.
- > catching fluffies is easy, but you scare them now.
- > “ROAR”
- > Yeah that oughta do it.
- > “NUU FWUFFIES WUN! WUN FRUM MUNSTA! HEWP HEWP!”
- > They shit themselves in fear and run in circles eyes closed.
- > Several bump into trees with loud, “Owies, nuu huwt fwuffy!”
- > They cower before their attackers, trees.
- > You walk over one by one and tighten the ties.
- > This continues for about half an hour.
- > Several dozen fluffies are hiding or running around where the fluff pile was.
- > Fond memories of sleep, or scary meanie waa forcing them to the center.
- > After another half hour the now shit stained, corpse covered fluffy pile has nothing but sleeping fluffies.
- > No more fluffies are readily seen running around.
- > As you make your way to the wall you see the remainder of the herd.
- > They have rammed themselves into the holes in the plastic fence in an attempt to escape.
- > The remaining fluffies are all stuck in the fence just slightly too small for them to fit through.
- > Foals small enough to fit through try to pull their parents or are too afraid to run away.
- > Justasplanned.swf
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