Battle of Fluffengrad

>Eastern Front, January 1943
>stationed with your troops on the outskirts of Stalingrad near the "volga" river
>trying desperately to hold back the unwashed bolshevik horde
>recently receive encoded message from OKH
>"Hold the line at all costs,the Fuhrer demands it!"
>well fuck, how original, oh shit there is more
>"To aid you in this vital task, the fuhrer has granted you access to our latest weapon Expect it by Air within 48 hrs"
>This was Three days ago
>Just as you are about to rant (once again) about soviet air superiority a private runs in holding something small and fluffy.
>you stare intently at the small ball of fluff the private it holding.
>he presents it to you saying that six crates of them where recently dropped near here and are being recovered.
>an hour passes
>out of the Six crates that where dropped one had the misfortune of landing directly on a land-mind the sweepers had missed
>another had fallen into a pocket of Russian peasants and by the time your troops arrived there was no sign of any fluffy ponies but the pesaents looked strangely well-fed
>a third crate broke open as it landed and spilled its contents of adorableness
>right next to the river
>there where no survivors
>the other three crates and their contents are safely retrieved
>all in all, you have 120 fluffy ponies at your command! ready to fig-
>KABOOM
>the Munitions tent is burning!
>"Are we under attack!?" another explosion goes off
>somehow  three fluffy ponies managed to not only get a hold of but also fire off a Panzerfaust
>you look on in horror as the new "weapons" you have been issued demolish your temporary HQ
>two fluffy ponies find a stick grenade and begin a game of tug-o-war
>"gimmie stick!" "nu-uh ish mine!" the two fluffy ponies argue oblivious to the destruction around them
>*click*
>"wat was dat?" asks one of the fluffy ponies
>"I dun-" the fluffy pony never finishes his sentence as the stick grenade detonates
>the explosions manages to ignite three more fluffy ponies who had been moments from drowning in a puddle of their own drool
>they scream and cry out "owie owie"  and "make it go way!" or "why ouchie why ouchie?!"
>one of them runs straight into your fuel dumps
>"why mein fuhrer?!" you manage to cry out before a massive explosion rocks the entire camp
>more and more fluffy ponies dieing in a veritable circus of hilarity due to secondary explosions and "friendly fire"
>Mess hall suddenly explodes
>Spaghetti rains from the sky
>"sketties sketties!!" the remaining fluffy ponies cry out before charging towards the largest concentration of "sketties"
>it happens to be across a defensive mine-field
>several explosions ensue
>an unlucky private, who had been running up to you, is covered from head to toe in "sketties"
>"what is goi- AAAAAAHHHHH!"
>His screams are drown out by a swarm of fluffy ponies which quickly strips the spaghetti and flesh from his bones
>within 25 seconds, you  watched a man go from normal, to covered in spaghetti, to having his flesh stripped from his bone.
>this gives you an idea.
>two months later...
>you triumphantly lead your reinforced army down the main street of Moscow
>the capital of communism is in ruin. burnt out tanks and bombed out buildings litter the landscape  as do the dead
>the city is also covered, from tallest building to lowest shack, in frozen spaghetti
>after witnessing what happened to one very unlucky private you contacted OKH and explained your idea.
>just before day break. there would be three waves of bombers with fighter escorts. the first wave once over the target would drop it's payload of boiled spaghetti noodles on the target city
>second wave drops its payload  of spaghetti saurce and meatballs as well as several red balls.
>third wave delivers the killing blow. this wave drops it's payload of hundreds upon hundreds of crates with air holes in them.
>Each crate contains 50 fluffy ponies
>the first city you tested this strategy was of course Stalingrad
>it fell within a week
>the second city fell within three days as you refined the procedure
>Moscow herself had fallen, with stiff resistance, just after two days.
>looking to the west you picked up a fluffy pony you had in the seat of your half-track
>"moe fwends to pwey wiff soon?" it looks up at you with all the love it could muster
>this was the last survivor of your first shipment and you had taking a liking to him
>you had even gotten him a little fluffy pony monocle
>can't be a Nazi without a monocle
>petting him gently and getting a soft "coo" noise in return from her you nod
>"yes new friends to play with soon"
>Now that the USSR was crushed it was time to deal with the Western Allies
>Next stop, the United Kingdom.