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- >Be a park ranger.
- >Get report of a feral fluffy pony herd in the northern area of the park.
- >God dammit not those little shits again.
- >Get in pickup to go investigate
- >Arrive at the spot they were last seen.
- >Grab shotgun. Ready for a routine extermination.
- >Instead of a herd of mewling balls of hair as expected, you only find the corpse of a brown bear.
- >Whatthefuck.jpg
- >Upon closer inspection, The bear appears to be covered in small, flat-toothed bite marks over the ankles and face, even the occasional shallow puncture wound not looking like any sort of tooth.
- >You put the pieces together.
- >Death by a thousand fluffies.
- >Shit. Of all the times to think up a CSI joke, you can’t right now.
- >You even had sunglasses with you.
- >Regardless, you follow the trail of fluffy bowel movements in your pickup.
- >Eventually, you find the fluffy herd. About 50 in all. All doing the usual crap fluffies do. Playing, hugging, “special” hugging, you know the drill.
- >Soon enough, one spots you, but doesn’t hide or call for help as usual.
- >”Oi smawty-boss! We’z got a yewmie munsta over ‘ewe!”
- >Funny. Of all the herds you’ve dealt with, you’ve never encountered a fluffy who spoke like a football hooligan. But the dialect seems oddly familiar too.
- >This “boss” does indeed come out to see you. A green unicorn male with pointed sticks sticking out of his fur in multiple places. They look like they were put there intentionally.
- >”Get outa’ ‘ewe ya git! Dis ‘ewe’s fwuffy wands now!”
- >Typical. The smarty never wants to back down.
- >”Listen here. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. The easy way is you getting out of this park unharmed.”
- >The smarty friend stomps his hooves. “Iz’ da smawty fwiend, I sez you’z get outa’ ‘ewe befowe da boyz give you big ouchies!”
- >Oh God. they think they’re orks from that Warhammer game you played back in college. A far cry if you may say so yourself.
- >You grab the shotgun and load it up. “Are you asking for the hard way? Because that’s what it sounds like.”
- >With another stomp of the puny hooves, the boss screams “Stomp ‘im fwat, boyz!”
- >All but about ten of the herd begin to swarm you.
- >It’s a tiny, fluffy WAAAGH!
- >They kick uselessly at you with their tiny hooves and wind up trampling on each other in the process.
- >As you ignore their pathetic assault, you notice the boss berating the ten who aren’t attacking.
- >”Why izn’t you kwumpin’ da humie?”
- >”Smawty teww da BOYZ to, not da giwlz.”
- >The boss smacks the talking mare over the head with both hooves. “Dat meant you too ya gitz! Now get stowmpin’!”
- >After some mewling from the struck mare, they too join the assault.
- >By now about 5 have fallen to friendly fire, but you feel a sharp pain in your shin.
- >The boss just came out of nowhere and stabbed you in the shin with a stick.
- >Only a tactical genius could...
- >CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!
- >Right about now, instincts from your college years of playing Inquisition forces kick in.
- >Grab the bosspony.
- >Shove hand up fluffy ass and grab on to something tight. Probably a rib.
- >Acquire Smarty Boxing Glove of Fluffy Annihilation +3
- >The herd’s already pathetic morale is further damaged by seeing their smarty friend giving them ouchies.
- >”Why smawty giff ouchies?”
- >Stupid shits.
- >The remaining 15 or so try and break for it.
- >Not on your watch.
- >You release the boss and pump the runners full of buckshot.
- >Seeing his WAAGH!/herd reduced to nothing and his boyz lying dead around you, the boss curls up and sobs his tiny heart out.
- >You pick him up by the horn and look him dead in the eye.
- >”Why kiww my fwiends?”
- >Your voice is measured and stoic.
- >”Suffer not the unclean to live.”
- >Snap the fluffy boss’ neck and toss his corpse aside.
- >The Emperor protects.
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