Harbingers: Controlled Burn 4

> You’re a smarty friend, but not any smarty friend!
> You’re the greatest smarty friend evah!
> You haf a big big BIG herd.
> Dere are sooo many fwuffies you dun even know all of dem!
> But, you are nice to the awficers and they know their fwuffies.
> If fwuffies follow there awficers and the awficers follow you, you control all da fwuffies!
> But, somfin bad happin munstas showed up!
> No ordinary munstas eifer hoomin munstas!
> You know that the hoomin munstas want to hurty your  herd.
> Your favorite awficer lead an attack and protected your herd from the munstas, but you know they’re comin back.
> You smelled smoke and tried to get aww da fwuffies to leave but some awficers didn’t listen.
> They thought the fiwe was nuffin and now they’re gone.
> Stupid fwuffies.
> But, you got your speciaw fwiend and lotsa fwuffies away.
> You wuv your speciaw fwiend more than anyone!
> But, while tryin to protect your special friend she was taken!
> Aww dose boy fwuffies took wongest sweepies and it was fo nuffin.
> But, da hoomin didn’t huwt your speciaw fwiend!
> He jus wan get da hewd back togetha, and he is dummy hoomin!
> He told me dat aww da fwuffies could beat him and his hoomins!
> So now da fwuffies are gonna beat da hoomins!!
> It has been a little while since then and aww da fwuffies even mummas and sissies are in the buwnt pwace.
> Den I see da hoomin all alone too!
> What a dummy hoomin!
> You yell to all your fwuffies, “CHAWGE!”
> You lead da attack against da dummy hoomin shootin him with spawks.
> But den de dummy hoomin shoots somfin at you from his sorry stick.
> It looks like a big red fiwe but dats impossible!

> The little idiot has proven you right, no matter how smart a fluffy they’re still only fluffies.
> You gave him back his speciaw fwiend and he agreed to anything you said.
> Not only that he drew up a plan to attack you based on your hints.
> He actually believed that his herd could beat me.
> He hadn’t seen the flame thrower though.
> And it was the last thing he ever saw.
> At first his herd kept charging, they quickly gave up when the napalm gave, “Biggest buwny ouchies!” to many, many fluffies at once.
> Soon his remaining 1500 fluffies were in full retreat.
> Running from the flames to perceived safety.
> Some stallions abandon their mares and foals.
> Terrified mares witnessing the carnage run with foals falling off and being tramples.
> The chaos claims dozens of infants and sluggish mares.
> But the slaughter is just beginning.
> With flamethrower restrictions removed the remaining teams spray liquid fire upon the herd.
> The charred ground and trees are lit anew with the screams of agony from hundreds of fluffy ponies.
> The ring of fire walls off all sides and the survivors run circles in the middle of the maelstrom.
> Dozens are crushed by panicking hooves.
> As the ring closes the screams of the dying are nearly unbearable.
> The rookie has vomited again turning off his flame thrower.
> The fluffies see the opportunity and rush towards the now sizzling hole in the fiery ring.
> With hundreds charging towards him the rookie falls in fear and throws his hands over his face.
> God, what a drama queen.
> “ROOKIE ON YOUR FEET DAMNIT THEY’RE ONLY PONIES”
> The rookie shakes himself off and fires his flame thrower from the ground.
> He barely prevents a critical escape of ponies.
> The ponies caught in the spray scream in agony as their fluffy, skin, eyes, and muscles all fuse together charring cooking them alive.
> With the circle secure again the rookie makes it to his feet and everyone marches forward.
> With dams, terrified mares, and foals left the security ring long since burned alive the hardest part of your job begins.
> The screams of fear turn to pain and shock as mothers watch their children burn, sisters watch each other die, and children run to try and help their mothers only to be engulfed in the flames themselves.
> You are close enough to hear laughter from one of your team mates.
> It’s sick to know some people get off to this, but there are few as skilled in fluffy pony extermination.
> With the final screams dying out the last sweep begins.
> Spears are taken and crying, screaming, and wiggling blackened bodies are mercifully put down.
> No need to get close to the still burning bodies with a knife.
> With the carnage over the scouts are deployed to search for any survivors as the agents of ENFF-E7 are returning to their camp.

> You are a fluffy pony.
> You used to be an awficer fluffy, but now you’re smarty fwiend again.
> You’re really sad because almost all of your fwiends are having big sleepies.
> And, you now know that you won’t see your sissy again either.
> The smarty smarty friend wasn’t smart enough.
> The hoomins gave him biggest owies with their fiwe spitters.
> And all of the other fluffies.
> It was scawy and sad listening to al dam amahs and babehs cryin bout owies and you wish you could hug them but it was too late.
> Your herd is now only 15 fluffies and a few foals.
> You’re leaving the swamp.
> The sleepy fluffies are everywhere.
> Fluffies with no heads, no weggies, no taiws, no no-no’s and fwuff, lotsa scawy things.
> It’s too scawy to stay here anymo and you’re goin back to your old home.
> You saw a bush munsta again but you hid this time, and aww de bebehs an mummahs were quiet.
> He left and we made it away!
> You are happy and the fwuffies are happy too, they’re real quiet too!
> They’re such good fwuffies!
> Stayin quiet so no bad munstas find us.
> Then everything goes black.

> You’re a scout for the ENFF-E7 unit.
> You initially got spotted putting the herd on edge.
> Commander Drake chewed you out for an hour.
> After the carnage you spotted the smarty friend who spotted you first.
> This is personal.
> His herd is leaving the swamp, too small to survive here, and will probably die out.
> But, they humiliated you.
> As they walk through the swamp you silently follow.
> You allow yourself to be seen once, then they are all happy and babbling that munsta is gown.
> Idiots.
> One by one I pluck the fluffies from the back of the pack.
> Dragging them away silently to kill.
> Necks snapped, zip tie noose, throats slit, skulls crushed.
> Then only the accursed fluffy is left.
> He’s still so happy.
> His herd is quiet.
> He thinks they’re being good fluffies for hiding right.
> He’s about to meet their fate.
> With one motion your blade sinks into his skull.
> He drops instantly.
> Report back to Drake, all fluffies subdued.

> You used to be a fluffy pony, now you don’t know.
> It’s dark and you don’t like the dark.
> But, you’re not alone.
> There is your smarty friend, his family, all your friends, your wifey, your bebehs, your mummah and daddeh fwuffy, and… and…
> your sissy.
> You start to cry.