Big Smarty 3

> After a day of rest and eating the remaining rations the boys are rested and ready to attack once more
> Twig suggested giving the moon and sky some nummies as a gift while he lay in pain still trying to complete his duties of counting and rationing
> His idea was good, the sky has no clouds, and the dawk baww is shining like the big bright
> You can see
> Several fluffies succumb to their injuries over the last day
> Thankfully Twig is okay, albeit unable to move
> You'll give them final huggies and wuv when you return
> But, for now the bad smarty has to get his punishment
> The little colt you disciplined waddles after you and your boys
> "Gwass come tuu! Wan hewp big smawty! Nuu dummy, good fwuffy! Good fwuffy hewp big smawty!"
> You smile, though you're still tired and sore
"You awe good cowt, stay wiff mummahs and bebbehs to keep dem safe, big fwuffies wiww guu giff big owies to bad fwuffies"
> He smiles and hugs you
> It's the first time you've been hugged in a long time
> Returning the hug you gently set him down and nudge his bottom with your nose
> He returns to the pile and sits before it watching you leave
> The trek is quiet, plush hooves leave little sound as they travel through the pointy forest
> Despite the pain your fluffies don't complain about the pointy leaves
> After a short time you arrive at the edge of the clearing, great rock in the distance
> If this herd is like Cold's they're sleeping at the base of the large stone pile
> Corpses are strewn about the edge of the forest
> Several charred bodies lay in the field untouched
> Your herd stealthily creeps around to the other edge of the clearing behind the pile
> You hide behind the bushes and glow your horn to signal your fluffies still by the forest
> The begin shouting and glow their horns from where you attacked the day before
> "DUMMY DUMMY DUMMY! SMAWTY IS DUMMY! NYAAH NYEAH NE BOO BOO!"
> *ppppppht!*
> The taunting awakens the herd, they are still groggy and the boys and smarty all charge after your fluffies who retreat into the forest
> With the boys gone your main force hidden right behind the rocks take the mares and foals by surprise
"You awe now Big smawty's fwuffies! You wissen tuu big smawty ow get big owies! Undastan?!"
> The majority of the mothers cry and complain but will go with you
> Several foals and the pregnant fluffies are not as compliant
> "D..d.ddummy! Bebbie nyuu scawed! Bebbie giff dowies!"
> The foals chirp insults and try to attack
> This is what usually happens
> The foals clumsily and jerkily wobble towards you
> As you back up a few foals leave their mothers and are now alone and in the open
> "Nuu! Bebbeh! Come back tuu mummah! Mummah hewe! Nuu huwty Big Smawty! Giff Owies NUU!"
> Most foals cling to their mothers fluff scared out of their minds they chirp for help and wuv
> You and your fluffies stomp the disobedient foals to death
> The mothers terrified and sobbing stop resisting
> The dams are not so compliant
> They scream at you for hurting the foals
> Their legs wiggling and rocking back and forth in place
> Your fluffies drag them out of the pile by the ears and tail
> They scream and cry and fight the whole way
> One unlucky stallion gets a swift head butt in the peeny
> He cries and doubles over as the mare laughs
> "HA! Dummy fwuffies get bad huwties! Weave ow get bad huwties! Mummah gif ba--aaah! AAAHHH!"
> Your herd stomps and skewers them to death turning the large round dams into misshapen pancakes
> The colts, fillies, smart foals, and mares are taken away into the forest
> Before your boys return to the pile you engage in mounting each mare even those with children
> You return to the pile after mounting many
> You have the good feel many times and many mares have funneh tummeh fewws
> Your boys also get good feels for their efforts some are already calling the mares their special friends
> Until the Great Rock herd is defeated they are prisoners with their foals as hostages
> You're sure the smarty is enraged at this
> He returns to find his mares missing
> Only dead foals and mothers remaining his herd is devastated
> Only a few mares probably went with him to hunt your fluffies
> You could leave and they would fall apart before winter
> But, you also must have their nummies
> And avenge Flower, Cloud, Windy, Orange, and your brother
> Cold
> You fondly remember him, he was quiet and strong
> Even stronger than you
> But his right eye was light blue instead of red like yours
> He said he couldn't see with it
> You felt sad for him, but he fought mean fluffies who bullied him a lot and grew strong
> Cold, Twig, and Thunder you were inseparable brothers
> Now Cold is dead, and Twig is horribly injured
> You will not let this bad fluffy go
> Your fluffies nap before morning and set out once more to destroy the herd
> The mares of your herd comfort the new soon to be mothers and crying foals
> Grass joins you this time
> It will take all of your boys to win
> The corpse strewn field around Great Rock is now host to a sobbing tear soaked fluffpile
> They sleep unhappily kicking and mewling in their sleep
> Special friends and children gone
> The smarty sleeps at the center bucking the air and crying
> You would feel bad for these fluffies if they weren't responsible for hurting your herd
> They must be punished
"Fwuffies, we wiww destwoy dese bad fwuffies! Dey huwt ouw fwiends! Huwt fwiend smawty Cowd! An nee huwties!"
> Your fluffies burst from the tree line shouting insults and occasionally stumbling on the slick morning grass
> Your eyes are red with rage and you're bent on making the grass wet with booboo juice
> The bad herd barely manages to get up and ready before your unicorns and fluffies slam into the pile
> They still outnumber you but are tried from a night of chasing you and crying over lost friends
> The battle lasts for only thirty minutes
> You give many fluffies big sleeps
> Most of your fluffies are unharmed
> Grass stays close by the whole battle
> One by one the bad fluffies are captured, killed, or wounded
> The cries from both sides fill the air and pleas float through the miasma of death and feces on deaf ears
> With most of the herd dead only your fluffies and prisoners remain
> The smarty was caught trying to flee
> "NUU HUWT! SMAWTY SOWWY! SMAWTY GIFF NUMMIES! NUU HUWT! SOWWY! WAN SISSY BACK! WAN FWIENDS BACK! WAN BEBBEHS BACK!! PWEEEASSEEE!!"
"You haff huwt Big Smawties fwuffies, yuu kiwwed my bwoffa Smawty Cowd, an' now youu wan tuu be fwiends?"
> Still sniffling and begging the little light blue unicorn looks at you from his back tail tucked and hooves pulled up into his body
> Your hoof keeps him pinned by his chest
> "Y..yes smawty wan be fwiends wiff Big stwong smawt bwafe fwuff-eaggh!"
> Your hoof slides onto his throat and you crush the weak throat of this young foolish unicorn
"Big Smawty is nuu fwiend of dummy fwuffies"
> He gurgles and struggles but cannot dislodge you
> He dies shortly after
> The remaining fluffies are terrified and weak but will become good fluffies for your herd
> You have to replenish your numbers and these fluffies will help you, willing or not
> Returning with your fluffy prisoners elated mares hug their special friends who survived
> They will be allowed to rear the young you and your herd inseminated in the captive mares
> With the herd of Great Rock destroyed and absorbed you eat freely on the grass, nuts, and berries in the clearing around the bloody great rock
> But first, your herd brings the dead to the base of the Mountain Big Rock
> The fluffy survivors from the Great Rock herd are confused as to why you’re moving them
> Then your herd gives the deceased fluffies final hugs and wuv
> Mares talk to their mates, babies cry as they hug their mothers for the last time, and siblings cry over their dead brethren, and mares sob before their bloody crushed children
> With all of the final hugs done you gather all of the deceased fluffies into a pile
> A cold pile of death
> Your herd stands back as you step towards the pile
> You speak to the pile, but so your fluffies can hear
"Fwuffies aw cowd, nuu sweep in cowd, Big Smawty make fwuffies wawm fowevah, good bye"
> Straining you kneel down lowering your head and let a small trickle of embers out of your horn lighting the pile
> The acrid smoke rises as the little technicolored mound silently disappears
> Then a foal tries to save her mother waddling frantically towards the burning pile
> You stop her mid run and give her a hug to restrain her while you all watch
> "Whew mummie gowin? Baibeh nee mummie! Wahn huggies! Wan wuv! Why mummah sweepie fowevah? Whew mummah goin?"
> The mare closest to the onlookers is now engulfed in flames
> The foal loses sight of her mother’s face
> You speak softly and kindly to the foal, her mother an unfortunate victim of revenge
"Bebbeh mummah is gowin tuu sky, an wive in cwouds wif offa fwuffies"
> "Mummie pway on cwouds? Nuu wingies! How fwy?"
"Aww da fwuffies awe gowin to da cwouds see?"
> You point at the smoke rising into the air
"Aww da fwuffies wide da smoke up to da sky and wive on da cwouds"
"Cwouds awe soft an wawm, da gweat bwight keep fwuffies wawm in cwouds"
> "Bebbeh see mummah in cwouds? Can bebbeh see mummah?"
"Yuu can see aw da fwuffies who have wongest sweepies, dey aww in da cwouds, an one day bebbeh an even Big Smawty wiww go see dem in da cwouds too"
> The tiny foal cries into your fluff and many fluffies behind you join her
> Then even the sky begins to cry lightly
> You try your hardest but you too begin crying
"Goobye bwoffa, Fundow miss ouu"