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- Had the story 'Smarty Disguise' ended with both human characters surviving, the story would have taken on a spy vs spy element. This is a rough example of what I'd like to do. I really don't like how this turned out, as detail and fluffy dialogue are so minimal.
- >You are a fluffy abuser
- >You are also the smarty friend of a herd at the dump
- >You are late for work at the dump
- >You and your coworker, whom you refer to as 'the quiet guy' no longer serve any real function at the dump
- >The two of you raise the morale of your coworkers and inadvertantly cull the fluffy pony population
- >Coworkers never miss days anymore
- >You hurry to get to work
- >No telling what that quiet fuck is doing to your herd
- >You arrive at your herd's camp
- >Your fluffies are stomping around, yelling, biting at things you can't quite make out
- >You grab one and demand to know what the hell they're doing
- >'Big fwuffy come! Put shinies on fwoor, wake fwuffies up! Fwuffy twy give owies, big fwuffy no see fwuffy!'
- >Shinies
- >You look closer at the ground and see there is copper wire everywhere
- >Your fluffies are biting at it
- >The wire leads out of your camp
- >The wire suddenly glows and all fluffies in your camp begin to scream and convulse
- >You dive off the wires and shield your eyes
- >Smoke has cleared, time to survey the damage
- >Your fluffies are wandering around in a daze asking 'Where fwuffy?'
- >Foals that were touching the wire sizzle and pop
- >You catch a glimpse of the quiet guy standing next to what looks to be a dozen car batteries taped together
- >He salutes you comically then turns and begins slowly walking away
- >A fluffy tugs on your pant leg, asking 'Fwend?'
- >Quiet guy has reset most of your fluffies
- >He'll be bringing his herd to your camp soon enough
- >Your troops will be slaughtered
- >Worse yet, he'll declare this week a victory for him
- >You angrily stomp around your camp swinging a lead pipe, determined to not let that sorry bastard steal your kills
- >But then you get a better idea
- >He hasn't won yet
- >You grab five cowering fluffies by the tails and your backpack and begin running as fast as you can
- >You've got to beat him back to his camp
- >You've arrived
- >He's already here, but he hasn't organized his raiding party yet
- >You still have a chance
- >You set your whimpering fluffs down, and open your backpack
- >A couple lengths of surgical tube
- >A small pylon
- >2 dozen fireworks
- >You giggle maniacly as you crisscross the tubing and tie the ends to whatever will hold them
- >You then place your pylon between the stretchy tubes
- >Your makeshift giant slingshot is ready
- >Now to prepare your ammo
- >You grab your first fluffy and dry jam a large firework up it's ass
- >'OWWWW! WHY FWEND MAKE POOPIE PLACE HURTS? TAKE OUT, TAKE OUT!'
- >It sobs hysterically as you load it into the pylon
- >The fuse sticks out the hole of the pylon
- >You see that the cries have garnered the attention of the quiet guy
- >You curse your luck, light the fuse and launch the squealing fluffy into the air
- >He screams into the air
- >You see him looking around then hear him yell 'Fwuffy fwying? FWUFFY FWYING! YAYYYYY!'
- >As he turns and begins his journey back down to earth, the rocket portion of your firework ignites
- >Fluffy pony is now streaking towards the ground at five times the speed he went up
- >He crashes into the ground in the middle of the quiet guy's camp, causing numerous fluffs to start stomping on him
- >That's when the first dazzling explosion happens
- >The aggressor fluffs are blown back in a shower of purple sparks as an ear splitting crack breaks the eardrums of all fluffs in the camp
- >Quiet guy is in a full tilt run towards your slingshot
- >As fast as you can, you load the next three fluffs and launch them to similar fates
- >Last one, and you don't feel like carrying any fireworks back
- >As you fire the last one, the quiet guy finally reaches you
- >But it's pointless
- >He can only attack your fluffies
- >And the only fluffy you had is now a fluffy harbringer of fiery screaming death
- >The two of you stand shoulder to shoulder as the final fuse ignites
- >The first four fluffy fireworks shook the camp up, but casualties were few
- >You put your hands in front of your face just in time to see a sparkling mushroom cloud erupt from quiet guy's camp
- >Fluffy bodies rain down from the sky
- >Car windshields shatter from the fluffy hailstorm
- >Fluffy sized tidal waves from fluffies landing in stagnant pools of water
- >As your hearing slowly returns to you, you hear soft crying coming from quiet guy's camp
- >You both approach to assess the scene
- >A few fluffies stumble and lurch around the camp babbling 'Where fluffy?'
- >Crimson stains form beneath their eyes and ears
- >A fluffy grabs at your pant leg, repeating it's question and asking if you are a friend
- >You kick it in the stomach
- >It cries as it flies backwards and lands in the remains of some fluffsploded dams and their cripy foals
- >Both camps have fluffies that no longer comprehend their surroundings
- >Both camps have cooked baby fluffies just waiting to be eaten by other fluffies
- >Quiet guy asks if we can call this a draw and just go find new herds
- >You nod, and tell him you'll see him tomorrow
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