Indominus Dazzlings 2

>You adjust your vest before swinging your hammer again on your awesome man house in Manetanna.  It’s been a tough year since you were fired after Equestria World burned to the ground the night before the FBI arrived and the Indominus Dazzlings escaped into the wild.
>You sigh as you sip your whiskey, adjust your hat, and swing your hammer while trying not to fall off the top of this 12 ft ladder.
“Blue.”
>You think back to when you first met the pack and became their Alpha…. To test their behaviors you tried to prompt responses based on displays of weakness.  Purple and Orange immediately beat the shit out of you the moment you turned your back, sneezed, or showed any distraction whatsoever.  >The memory of their shrill whistles as the pushed you to the ground and stomped at your groin brought a manly tear.  Blue had been the one to push them away, and help you up.  Her singsong growls and whistles of concern warmed your heart.  After that you were able to train them in small unit tactics and tracking
>A car pulls up.  A man in a safari outfit steps out, fanning himself with his awesome khaki pith helmet.  You adjust your black leather vest, secure in your manliness.
>”Mr. Non?  You’re a hard man to find”
>Your large bill board advertising “Future home of A.Non estates!  Lots available!” flashes at the edge of the drive
>You make a gruff acknowledgement of agreement, since you haven’t actually had any applications for your properties in spite of the open concept designs, large fenced yards, and planned neighborhood amenities
“Maybe I didn’t want to be found…”
>”Short story, we need you back Non….  It’s the Dazzlings.  They’re trapped on an island with a volcano about to erupt.”
>You laugh at the wacky thought of heavily armed troopers trying to capture the Dazzlings in the middle of their element in the jungle
“We need you, you’re the only one that can get close enough to save them.”
>Conflicting thoughts and emotions run through you.  You want to see Blue again.  But what about the restraining order?  Dammit man, lives are at stake!
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“Jesus Fucking Christ where do these mercs keep coming from?!?”
>You are the orangest and poofiest of the Dazzlings pack, Adagio Dazzle.  And shit has gotten real.  You and the girls have been enjoying a nice long vacation on this tropical island, only to be suddenly ambushed by swarms of heavily armed mercenaries
>”Dagi, this is fucking insane!!!!” screams Aria as she snaps the neck of a soldier, smoothly taking his rifle, checking the chamber, and mowing down the rest of his teammates.
>”Adaaaaaagio!  I want to go home!!” screams Sonata, as she pulls the knife out of the last Merc.
>It’s been a rough 3 days playing cat and mouse with these guys.  The body count must be in the triple digits by now.  You and the girls collect all the equipment and ammo as you try to stay ahead of the seemingly endless pursuers.  >Suddenly there’s a helicopter overhead!  You spread out to find cover.  There’s a loud familiar scream, then a man in a vest crashes to the jungle floor!
“Oh son of a bitch, not him again!”
>Sonata squees in surprise!
>”ANON!”
>You are Anon, and you are in a lot of pain.  A familiar whistling sound causes you to turn your head.  Blue tackles you further into your man shaped crater.  Orange and Purple keep their distance, obviously waiting on their leader to pass on his orders
“Ok girls, we gotta get outta here!  The island is gonna blow!  Quick, get in the chopper!”
>The helicopter lands a short distance away
>”See guys!  I told you Anon was nice!  Let’s get out of here!”
>”Sonata, he’s clearly deranged.  How is he even here?  I bet those mercenary guys tricked him into coming out here!”
>”Aww, don’t be like that Dagi!  He did teach us all these awesome combat moves!”
>You watch Blue give the others your orders.  You remember training her.  Your remember Purple choking you out until you lost consciousness that one time she must have missed you tap out.  Orange stomping you in the nuts over and over again.  These Dazzlings were your life.  You were wrong to walk away, no matter what all those judges, police officers, case workers, and psychiatrists said.
>”FINE!  Fuck it, let’s just go!”
>Orange and purple climb into the chopper.  Blue climbs in then turns to help you in.  As the chopper pulls away your turns back to see the perfectly serene jungles of Cancun.  You are sure the volcano will go off any time now.