Crash Landing (The Smarty Friend)

Anonymous Sat 31 Mar 2012 15:46:32 No.940837 | /mlp/
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>Wake up with a wringing skull.
>You manage to shake the blur out of your vision.
>The two man plan you were in had crashed.
>You can't remember exactly why.
>You look over to the unmoving pilot.
>You check for a pulse, thank god or whatever you believe in he's alive.
>"Hey...Hey wake up!" you command with a few shoves.
>He wakes up and you two unhook your safety belts.
>You open the door and step outside, but the pilot immediately falls over.
>He can't feel his legs.
>You help him up and have him sit in the pilot seat while you assess the situation.
>The plane is wrecked in the front, its a miracle that both the cockpit and you both survived the crash. The wheels have busted off as well, and a wing is just gone, the thing is toast.
>You begin to examine your surroundings, a nice long crater made by a plane, tree's for miles in all directions except for the planes front, which is greeted by a lake.
>Feels like you read this situation in a book once.
>Ask the pilot if he's alright (outside of the busted legs), he says he can look after himself. You nod and tell him you'll take a look around and be right back.
>As you get further and further away from the plane, what sounds like sobbing and whimpering fills your ears.
>You clear out of the woods and find a nice stretch of green.
>Your eyes widen as you see nothing but hundreds, if not a thousand or two fluffy ponies all.
>They seem to have been startled by the crash as you hear "Lowd noise scawwy!" and similar sobs.

>You run back to the pilot, telling him about the giant herd of Fluffy ponies you discovered.
>He doesn't believe it at first until he recalls reading something about strays or wild Fluffy ponies gathering into groups and going their own way.
>You hop back into the plane and move behind the seats, grabbing the emergency kit in the back.
>First aid, a warm blanket, and a radio, unlucky for you, the food storage is empty.
>You turn on the emergency radio and try to get a signal but the damn thing barely even emits static.
>You curse to yourself and leave it in the back.
>Throwing the blanket over the pilot you give him a reassuring nod, "Sit tight, I'll go find some food.".
>The lake seems void of fish life, at least at shallow waters like these, but the water seems perfectly drinkable after a quick test gulp.
>Now that a water source is established, its time to find food.
>Taking the safe route, you go through the way you found the giant herd of Fluffy's, the crying and sobbing having died down.
>You push your way through the bushes and end up in the field, the Fluffy's taking a moment to notice the intruder.
>You spot one near you.
>"Well hi there lil fella" you say with a smile, reaching down to pet it.
>The fluffy screams bloody murder and the rest scatter.
>"Well this is new."

>Before long a bunch of Fluffy's make their way towards you.
>They keep saying something about "Smawty fwiend" over and over.
>"...Smarty friend?" you ask yourself.
>Soon a fluffy waddles out of the crowed, puffing its cheeks up as if to make the meanest look it could possibly muster.
>"No wike munster!" it starts "Munster go away now!".
>The fluffy and three of its friends charge you nipping at your ankles and smacking at you with their hooves.
>The hooves don't hurt but the little teeth feel like a pinch every time they bite.
>"OW HEY!" you yell out as you back pedal.
>The surrounding Fluffy's start to cheer on for their comrades. "GET DA MUNSTER!" "GIVE MUNSTER OWIES!".
>You manage to retreat back into the bushes and they all begin to cheer louder and hug one another.
>Jeez...
>you return to the plane, its getting late now. Time for another food hunt tomorrow.
>You a awoken by your own stomach the next morning.
>Its rumbling, but you'll live.
>You prepare to set out for food again after making sure the pilot was in okay condition.
>"I'm hungry, but I can't complain." he says with a chipper smile, he's oddly optimistic for a man who's legs don't work.
>Before going in a new direction you check out the lake again, again no sign of any aquatic life.
>Time to turn around and go in a different direction.
>You rummage around for anything, fruits, nuts, animals, whatever you can manage to snatch up.
>You're no wilderness expert but you at least know a few basics of gathering food.
>Something catches the corner of your eye.
>You see several pair of fluffy pony eyes watching you from the distance.
>They puff up their cheeks as soon as they register in their tiny minds that you've spotted them.
>"Hm...".

>Days come and go and still no avail.
>Water isn't a problem, but food is still a big problem.
>You can feel yourself getting smaller as time passes.
>The pilot is looking worse for ware, and you fear he won't make it.
>"Don't worry." you reassure." I just need to look harder.
>He smiles weakly and nods.
>You manage to find the strength to continue once again another trek, this time you walked around the lake.
>You have been hounded by these Fluffy ponies every time you left the plane, and they've been shitting and pissing and screaming at the plane while you and the pilot attempted to sleep.
>You're absolutely exhausted and even with the reassuring act you put on for the pilot, you fear he won't make it.
>you continue to trudge along until something catches your eyes in the distance.
>Are those...Berry's!
>You run as fast as you can to them, like a oasis in the desert, you are greeted by a lovely bush of blue berries.
>Red ones are risky but blue ones you recall, are good to go!
>You laugh as you take a few into your mouth, scarfing them down before you use your shit as a net and carry two handfuls back to your pilot friend.
>You throw them into a bowl and hand them to him, he seems relieved as you are as he begins to scarf them down.
>"Don't worry man! I'll take a bucket or two and come back with a SHIT LOAD of berries!" you exclaim as you run back towards the bush.
>You run around the lake with vigor you haven't experienced in weeks, a huge grin on yourself as everything seems to be turning out for the better.
>Until you spot the bush again and your expression turns into horror.

>The air around you practically goes cold as your body freezes in sheer terror.
>The bush hand been picked clean, with 10 fluffy ponies either eating the berries with smacks of their lips happily shouting "NUMMIE!" or simply stomping on them with "Cwushy game fun!".
>You drop the bucket and approach the group, addressing the "Smarty friend" in particular.
"Wh-...Why?!" you ask him, almost on the verge of tears.
>"Munster no get fwood! Munster go away!" The smarty Friend shouts at you as it puffs up its cheeks the others cheering for him and calling him a "Hewo.".
>Sorrow strikes your body, these things have been hounding you since you got here. You have done nothing to provoke them and yet they hound you, and now they deny you food?.
>"Now go away munster, and nevaw come back!" the smarty friend demands.
>The rest of the Fluffy's cheer him on and add threats, "Yeah munster!" "Go now or we give you owies!".
>Your sorrow is suddenly overthrown with incredibly amounts of rage.
>Your open mouth suddenly turns into a baring of teeth and a snarl.
>You begin to approach the smarty friend, who charges at you with the rest of the Fluffies in tow, they begin to nip and buck at you once again.
>You reach down and grab the smarty friend by his neck and lift him in the air.
>His bravery is suddenly replaced by the usual behavior of a Fluffy you're familiar with back home.

>"OWIE! NO HUWT SMAWTY!" it cried out, tears rolling down its eyes.
>You'll have none of it, you begin to tear away at the fluff surrounding its stomach until its flesh is bare.
>With its flesh bare you open your mouth and bite down, breaking flesh and tasting blood your first bite.
>It shrieks in absolute agony as you begin to tear away at its body, screaming "NO WIKE OWIES! FWUFFY SOWWY!".
>It begs and cries and screams at the top of its lung as you continue to chomp away at its insides, until you finally tear the life out of its body.
>The raw meat was strangely refreshing, dropping the corpse to the ground as the other Fluffy's begin to scream and sob and hug one another, soiling themselves in the progress, never occurring to them to run away.
>"LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE SHITS!" You roar, your face and cloths now drenched in blood. "YOU! ALL OF YOU! EVERY SINGLE LAST GOD DAMN ONE OF YOU ARE NOW MINE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? I WILL COME TO YOUR FIELDS WHEN I WANT! AND I WILL EAT WHOMEVER OF YOU I WANT!".
>They continue to scream as you lift one of them by the tail, lifting it from the ground and making your way back to the plane, the Fluffy screaming for mercy while the others beg you "NO TAKE FWIEND!".
>About a hour and one fire later, you hand your pilot friend a stick with cooked flesh stuck on it.
>The pilot looks at you and your blood smeared face, it didn't take a genius to figure out where you got the meat.
>He looks at the meat and sighs before taking a bite out of this.
>You've found a new supply of food.

>This has become your new routine.
>You wake up in the morning, get some water for your and your friend, and then survive another day.
>Your stomachs are constantly full now, and you have dedicated yourself to showing no mercy against your former assailants.
>Every day once a day, usually high noon, you make your way to the Fluffy pony field and snatch a good three or four of them.
>The entire field is usually filled with ear piercing screams or on occasion a new 'smarty friend' appears to lead the horde.
>You've gotten into a actual battle with the herd once or twice, using your giant like stature to them to tear their would be army down, breaking bones of any Fluffy unlucky enough to be plowed over by you.
>These injured Fluffy's are left in the field to be easily picked up, the well off Fluffy's attempt to heal them with "Huggies" that just serves to make the injury worse.
>The 'smarty friend' are made examples of, dispatched brutally in new ways every time one takes the throne.
>The last smarty was smashed against a nearby rock by his tail until only a stump remained.
>After time passes, you finally manage to aid your friend in recuperation.
>Still don't know exactly what he suffered, but soon he's able to walk again.
>More time passes, and your friend offers to switch out day by day to go grab more Fluffy's.
>He seems to have the same amount of distaste for the little critters that you do, but focuses on making it as quick as possible, unlike you.
>A landfill has been made filled with the waste of the Fluffy's unlucky enough to be picked by you for dinner.
>You continue your brutal routine for months until one day, you hear a buzzing sound in the distance.

>Another plane flies overhead
>You and your friend wave frantically, making smoke signals and the like to get his attention.
>The pilot goes around once and then wiggles his wing, you both cheer loudly, forgetting your situation for a good few minutes.
>A day later you are finally rescued, the pilot giving the mandatory "You look like hell." comment.
>You fly over the field with the Fluffy herd, they are still staying clear of the direction you usually pop out from.
>After two days of press and rehabilitation, you are finally driven back to your home.
>Your brother stands at the door, he seemed to be looking after your house, telling you that he "Didn't believe you were dead.".
>Behind his legs, two tiny eyes watch you approach the stone steps, it comes bolting out with a loud "DADDY!".
>You scoop the Fluffy pony up into your arms and the two of you cuddle, you are surprised it remembered you.
>You tell her how you were stuck out in the woods.
>Did woo meet any fwuffy fwiends?"
>You ponder on it for a moment.
>"No...Not Fluffy friends, these were very BAD Fluffy's.".
>She puffs her cheeks "I hope woo gave dem the sowwy ouchies.".
>You bite your lower lip and look away.
>You still keep in contact with your pilot friend to this day.