Harbinger: Blake 3

> You prepare to move to the next herd
> When you arrive the worst has happened
> The remnants who faced the firecrackers have joined the herd and warned them
> The whole herd is hunkered down
> Dams in the center with foals, mares and attendants, then stallions and other guards
> The smarty is somewhere in the middle too scared to come to the front
> "We be weady fo big scawy noise nuu fwiends heaw, nuu wet nuu fwiends be fwaid nuu mo'"
> Shit, with the herd hunkered down they'll stay that way till at least half of their numbers are dead
> It happens all the time
> Sometimes they sit still in fear instead of run
> They cannot be dispersed now
> 125 fluffies are now EOS
> Eliminate on sight
> You need the fire department on sight for what's about to happen
> In ten minutes they arrive
> They're here to supervise and put out whatever is still burning after this
> Don the standard issue flame thrower
> It hasn't been used since the Swamp Massacre last month
> After a quick check it's refueled and ready to rock
> You begin with the fire crackers
> Three are tossed into the circle of fluffy defenses
> They scream, shit, and cry but remain in place holding their ears
> They aren't dispersing
> They are now out of chances
> You walk forward
> It's a minute before you reach range
> You're in no hurry, and if the herd sees you and flees all the better
> They barely have a chance to notice you let alone challenge you
> "YUU! WHY HUWTIE SMAWTY HEWD EAWS? WHY EAWS HUWTY FWUFFY! WINGING MEANIE SOUND! HUU? WHA YOU SAY? WHY WINGING?"
> They can't hear a thing
> Not that they would listen anyway
> You raise the nozzle
> And unleash the gas mixture upon them
> The smarty is first to go
> He is engulfed instantly
> Not even able to scream
> His friends are not so lucky
> "HUWTY BUWN! BUWNY TUU WAWM! FWUFFY BUWN! HEWP FWUFFY!"
> The spray coats the whole herd for only a brief few seconds
> That's all it takes
> "HUGGIES PWEASE FWIEND FWUFFY HUWTY! BUWN N' NEE HUGGIES!"
> "WHAT FWUFFY SAY? FWUFFY NUU HEAW OVA WINGIE SOUN- HAAAA! BWUNY! WHY HUWTY FWUFFY?! WHY FWIEND BUWN FWUFFY?!"
> Those who are on fire desperately attempt to roll, run, and hug away the flames
> Those who are not on fire do not appreciate this
> Soon the tightly knit circle is a field of flaming, screaming, shitting, crying fluffies.
> Mummahs birth foals only to have them engulfed in flames
> Young fluffies scream the only words they know at the top of their lungs
> "HEWP! WUV! MUMMAH! DADDEH! MUMMAH! WUV! HEWP! HEWP! WUV!"
> None of the dams explode though, their babies already birthed or dead
> A few of the fluffies managed to flee from the havoc into the surroundings
> They run up the retention pond incline only to roll back into the flames before them
> Their screams last the longest
> Fire lapping their backsides causes them to shit into the flames giving fuel to the fire
> They burn from the anus up
> The flames take only minutes to claim each fluffy
> The screams and flames die out in around ten minutes
> None survive

> With the herds dealt with you call ENFF-C7 cleanup team
> The few corpses from the first group will be nothing compared with the job of removing the second
> You move through the neighborhood giving each bloated fluffy a zip tie noose
> They choke to death in less than a minute
> Too lethargic to fight or even mewl pathetically for anything more than nummies and huwties to go away
> Catastrophic fire avoided you throw the bodies into the charred retention pond
> It takes two hours to gather the bloated gas fluffies and around 30 are found throughout the neighborhood
> The pets are largely returned home a few are rejected and released by owners again
> They follow you begging for huggies and wuv until you scare them off with the cap gun
> They run into the street and are crushed by the cleanup teams' van as they arrive
> "Oh shit man, you ran them over! That's gonna’ be a bitch to clean"
> "Woah, it's the Fire Drakes sharpshooter Blake."
> "Hey man, how'd it go another easy cleanup?"
"Afraid not, herd one got scared off easy enough. Herd two in the retention pond over there resisted. They'll need a thorough cleaning."
> "Shit, you didn't use the flame thrower did you?"
"Fire department's over there, what do you think?"
> "Fuck, that's gonna’ take hours. Ah well, we'll cover it from here."
> As you walk away you hear the usual chatter from passers by
> About your face, the abuse you wrought upon the "innocent fluffies"
> It makes you sick
> To be lumped in with the likes of Jayce and his ilk
> The pay may be good, but you can't wait till your next break
> Unfortunately fluffy herds are on the rise
> Another large herd is forming and the patterns show a possible growth ranging into thousands
> Hopefully the fluffies won't meet up
> But hope doesn't go very far in this world
> Bullets do