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- > Stepping over the fence you work your way around the fence.
- > “Nuuuu! Munsta huwt fwuffy! Nuu wan cowwa! Nuu wan! Hewp! HEWP! HE-whh.”
- > The stuck fluffies flail their useless weggies, and cry their eyes out.
- > Shitting themselves again with fear once the ties are tightened you’re glad you’re not on that side.
- > Slowly but surely the screams and cries of fear begin to quiet down. You’ve almost worked your way around the wall when you see what happened to the dams.
- > They are stuck head first in the fence.
- > Their attendants managed to push them to the fence before they gave up and attempted to escape alone.
- > Abandoned and terrified the dams are soaked with tears.
- > You finish off the attendants first.
- > “Nuu I hewp mummah! I sowwy! I nuu weave mummah! I good fwuffy! I good! I GOOD! I GOO-.”
- > “Nuu huwty sissy! Mummah haf bebehs! Nee hewp! I sowwy! HEWP!”
- > The cries of the selfish fluffies facing death.
- > One dam hears her sisters’ cries and begins screaming.
- > “SISSY! WHEW SISSY! HEWP SISSY! I NEE HEWP! WHEWE SISSY! HEWP! HEWP! HEWP! MUMMA SCA-.”
- > Before you can even strangle her she fluffsplodes.
- > Her weak bones bounce off of your uniform and splatter your front.
- > Her neighbor dam isn’t so fortunate, she has a rib lodged in her head.
- > The base of her skull penetrated and her body limp.
- > Seems she also entered labor as a squeaking foal chirps from behind her only partially out of the birth canal.
- > There is movement in her stomach as other foals chirp wildly for help.
- > There will be none.
- > You move down the line and all of the dams are dying.
- > Nearly all of them enter premature birth.
- > Some fully formed some under developed foals slip out of the screaming dams.
- > Their cries barely above a rasp they plead for their lives, their babies, etc.
- > It’s heart breaking, but there isn’t much you can do about it.
- > Orders are orders.
- > You walk away as the chirping foals and twitching underdeveloped fetus slowly die.
- > One even speaks its first word, “ewp, ewp, ewp, ewp” help.
- > Once all of the fluffies have been silenced you realize you have forgotten one.
- > Searching the shit stained carnage you see your target.
- > A weeping orange and purple pegasus hugging a suffocated mare of similar color.
- > Several foals lie next to the mare, their heads twisted at awkward angles.
- > You walk over and sit down lighting a cigarillo.
- > She doesn’t even notice you.
- > As you smoke scootaloo cries her eyes out.
- > “Sissy… Sissy… wake up sissy… I gif huggies, I gif wuv, you feww bettah, you wake up, Sissy. Bebbehs need dere mummah sissy, de bebbehs nee huggies but I can onwy hug one fwuffy sissy, so wake up. Sissy...”
- > Jaded may be an understatement about your emotional state.
- > As you finish the cheap cigar you stand up.
- > And walk towards the crying pegasus.
- > Placing a hand on her neck and another on the zip tie you say only two words.
- > “I’m sorry.”
- > She arches back and her wings flap furiously as her legs flail struggling against the pain in her throat.
- > Her bowels long since voided she merely rolls and flails silently screaming for help and love.
- > You walk off, certain that all the fluffies have met their fate.
- > Removing the fence and its fluffy occupants you pack up the bright orange plastic.
- > With all of your tools recovered you return to your van and call in the ENFF-C7 team cleanup crew.
- > Through you drew no blood today; your hands reek of death.
- > A proper Fire Drake.
- > A harbinger of fluffy ponies.
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