Chopper turned, wide toothy grin on her face, before shaking herself back to clarity. She had something to do before she had her fun with the bad fluffies that she could pick out of this crowd.
She slowly walked over to Mud who at this point had collapsed into a sobbing, hiccupping, heap of fluff on the ground and was being hugged by her special friend and her babies in a desperate attempt to console the grieving mother fluffy.
Chopper patted the little brown earthie on her back, Mud barely noticed the big fluffies attentions.
Chopper turned to face her broodmates, and silently pointed a hoof at the crumpled heap on the ground that was Livewire, walking over to the houses step while her brood mates gathered up the blue smarty and dropped him down in front of her.
“Owwies!”
Chopper grabbed the smarty under his chin with her hoof, bringing his eyes up to face her with an unsettlingly playful smile slowly creeping across her face.
“Yu am gonna teww Choppew ebewyting…”
-=-
Goldie hid near the back of the fluff pile, near a bunch of trembling stallions and mares who he didn’t know. He had made sure to rub himself on a bunch of different fluffies to try and throw the green monster fluffy off his scent.
He poked his head up only briefly when the green monster stallion and a stupid looking grey earthy pulled his old smarty Livewire out in front of the herd, the green smarty, Spike, addressed the herd.
“Dis am bad fwuffy… dis bad fwuffy gib babbeh fowebah sweepies! When Viowet am in chawge, dis bad fwuffy gu behind da housie and gu way! Fwuffy nu see wah happen tu bad fwuffies!”
He turned to sweep his eyes over the crowd of fluffies, Goldie ducking behind the mass of fluffies to avoid being seen.
“Nyu smawty am in chawge nao! Nyu smawty tink yu nu undawtan wai yu nee fowwow wules and behabe! Spike an Twich am show yu! Show yu wai yu wisten fwom nao on!”
The green unicorn and the grey earthie proceeded to stomp Livewire to death in front of the rest of the herd, shattering all of his bones and flattening him to a fine mulch, stopping only occasionally to pull a choice bit of meat from his twitching carcass for themselves.
As he turned away from the killing unfolding nearby, he huffed to himself. He would have to find a new herd to be part of now, and that was always a pain in the ass. As he sulked, he daydreamed of finding a bunch of pretty fillies like the green monster he almost got this morning for the next time.
As he fantasized, his eyes drifted over to a pair of fillies playing as part of a smaller herd a short distance away, their parents weren’t watching them, maybe he could-
Sniff SNIFF
A powerful smell washed over Goldie, a smell that reminded him of his best memories and made his no-nos tingle. He slowly stood up and tried to follow the smell, tracking it through the herd to a large dark pink mare with a gold mane and sparkling golden eyes.
Goldie sniffed at the mare, who turned to regard him as he did so with a sharp looking smile on her face.
“Hewwo hansom stawwion! Am hansom stawwion wan somting?”
Goldie ignored her, letting the smell wash over him and feeling his no-no stick harden, he lifted his hooves and tried to mount the pretty pink mare, only to have her shake him off and look at him with a grin.
“Dummeh mawe, Gowdie wan enfies! Gib gowdie gud enfies nao!”
“Hmmm, Gowdie wan gud enfies fwom Choppew? Choppew heaw dat she tu owd fow wah Gowdie wike?”
Goldie started to get frustrated, the smell beginning to overwhelm his senses. He started speaking without thinking, making no attempt to hide things he would never say out loud to another fluffy.
“Dummeh Choppew! Gowdie get gud enfies fwom fiwwies watew! WAN ENFIES NAO!”
“Choppew can du dat, Choppew gib Gowdie aww de enfies gowdie ebah wan!”
The pink mare brushed against him, sniffing at his fluff with a strange look in here eyes. Goldie brushed it off, too overwhelmed by the scent and his own desperate lust to focus on such trivial details.
“Am that what Gowdy wan, wan Choppew gib Gowdie AWW the enfies Gowdie ebah wish fow?”
Goldie shuddered at the mares touch, feeling an all to familiar stiffness creeping through his lower body and he was practically overwhelmed by the mares touch and scent as she maneuvered around to the side of him.
“YUS! YUS! GOWDIE WAN ENFIES! CHOPPEW GIB GOWDIE ENFIES NAO!”
Goldie leapt up onto the pretty pink mares back, feverishly trying to position himself in order to get himself into her, only to be pushed off by the much stronger mare.
Goldie felt a blunt pain surge through his back as Chopper lifted her hoof and thrust it down into the dead center of his back; stunning him, knocking him to the ground and causing him to void himself from the shock and force of it all.
She loomed over the stunned fluffy placing a hoof on the center of his back and the other grasping the yellow unicorns mane, wrenching his neck back and compressing the middle of the spine until an audible pop was heard before letting the unicorn fall back down to its belly.
Goldie flopped down hard on his chin, a dull pain throbbing through his back and a tingling sensation rushing through his chest and front hooves.
He felt a surge of indignant anger rush through him, how dare a mare play such a mean trick on him!
“DUMMEH MAWE GIB GOWDIE HEWTIES, GOWDIE GON GIB WO-!”
He stopped himself mid sentence as he tried to move his front legs to push himself up to face her, falling flat again as his front legs wouldn’t work. He tried again, quickly going from frustration to fear as the reality of what she did finally dawned on him.
“W-wai Gowdie weggies nu wowk! WAI FWONT WEGGIES NU WISTEN TU GOWDIE!”
Goldie tried to pull himself to his feet, only succeeding in flopping his front half down and scooting his body along the ground, barely able to move with his front legs dragging limply off to either side of him.
He jumped, in as much as he could, when he felt something like a hoof brush up against his hind and begin smearing something wet on the back of him, particularly around his poopie place.
“DeWe We Gu…”
Suddenly, Goldie was lifted off the ground as Chopper roughly grabbed him by the scruff and carried the fluffy, kicking and screaming over to where the feral herd had gathered, before flinging him bodily into the mass of ferals.
He landed hard, although not hard enough to break something, with a resounding ‘owwies’ as Chopper turned to face the massed crowd.
“Wook stawwions! Bestest smawty Choppew find enfie paw for bestest stawwions! Enjoy yu sewves!”
She then trotted off away from the mass of ferals, back toward her own brood. Goldie cast his eyes to the mass of wild stallions around him, starting to realize what was going on.
A big brown pegasus stallion curiously approached him, tilting down to smell at the back of him as Goldie frantically began to try and scoot away on his chest, as fast as his two working back leggies could take him.
“It twue, smeww wike pwetty mawe…”
“Dummeh stawwion, nu am mawe! Gowdie gib sowwy poopies!”
Goldie tried to push out a stream of shit to scare off the offending stallion, even causing the pegasus to back off in anticipation, but after a moment of pushing with only minimal effect, he realized very quickly that he was just about empty after what Chopper did to him.
The brown pegasus, after waiting for a sorry poopies that never came, walked up behind Goldie, lifted up his front hooves and began to mount the furiously scooting unicorn.
“Wait?! Gowdie nu am mawe! NU AM MA-SCREEE! POOPIE PWACE HAB WOWSTEST HEWTIES! NU AM MAWE! EEEEE-”
“enf-enf-enf-”
-=-
Spike looked down at the herd from the step near the door, in particular at the small gaggle of stallions who had gathered around Goldie, casting his snout up in disgust as Chopper trotted back up to sit next to him, snuggling her face into his mane.
“Yu couwd hab jus kiwwed him yu no…” He replied to her affections, shaking his head as he did so.
Chopper pulled herself free from the smell of his fluff and looked into his eyes, pouting at the obvious disapproval of her mate.
“Choppew kiww him soon, buh no nao. Nao, him am usefuw…”
“As enfie paw?”
Chopper sighed, brushing her hoof against her temple in exasperation before tapping her mate on the shoulder. She extended her hoof out toward scene unfolding on Goldie, just in time for the brown pegasus to finish and roll off, only for another stallion to replace him.
“Wah du yu see…”
Spike looked at her, a distinct look of confusion crossing his face.
“Hewd stawwions gib bad enfies tu bad stawwion Gowdie?”
Choppers eyes flared briefly, before she regained her composure and pointing to a different part of the herd.
“DeN wAh - wah am dat, dummeh?!”
Spike looked back to her, struck briefly by the frustrated insult directed at him, before following her gaze to a small group of other fluffies. It was a smaller subsection of the herd, a few stallions, a few mares and a number of babies between all of them.
The second subset of the herd lay far away from what was happening to Goldie as possible, most of the pointedly trying to ignore it. A few of the stallions and at least one mare stood at the edge of the smaller herd, keeping watch.
Spike turned back to his mate, seeing the frustrated frenzy slowly bleed out of her eyes and a much more calm expression take hold in her. Chopper turned back to him and replied in a much more calm and measured tone.
“Gowdie am bad stawwion. Bad stawwions onwy tink bout demseweves. When bad stawwion wan enfies and hab chance, dey take, nu ask. Wike Gowdie…”
She turned back to observe the herd, honing her sight in on the handful of stallions having their way with Goldie.
“Nao, Gowdie show Choppew who da bad stawwions awe. Choppew kiww him watew, buh num aww dose bad stawwions fiwst!”
Spike nodded quietly to himself, she had a strange, brutal sort of point to her methods; even if he did think it would have been better to just gut him and be done with it. She was the brood smarty for a reason.
As that though passed, another occurred to him, an he turned back to her.
“Gowdie nu am mawe, yu nee speciaw mawe smeww tu twick fwuffies wike dat! Wewe yu get mawe smeww fwom?!”
Chopper turned to Spike with a mischievous grin on her face as she brushed up against him, bringing her face uncomfortably close to his and looking up at him with a very ‘suggestive’ look in her eyes.
“Spike wan find out wewe Choppew get ‘speciaw mawe smeww’, hmm?”
Spike pulled back a little and frowned at the obvious suggestion, raising a hoof to her face and pushing Chopper off of him.
“Gwoss… Spike nu wan…”
Chopper sulked away from Spike, crossing her front hooves, huffing and pouting.
“Spike am nu fun…”
-=-
The herd was thinned considerably under Choppers rule, going from a population of almost thirty adults and as many foals and chirpies, to only just above fifteen by the time the night was through.
From those who survived, Mud and River were one of the only ones whose herd remained completely intact. A few families survived intact by sticking close together and following the rules.
By sunrise, a rain had begun to fall over the area, starting to wash away the blood and scattered bits of fluff that littered the pen, quietly washing away any evidence of the night before, save for the few small herds who still lived.
Chopper trotted herself toward the center of the pen, the whole area now much quieter thanks to the thinned numbers of fluffies in the pen. She slowly walked closer to her target, a tiny ball of dirty golden fluff lying chest down in he middle of the pen.
Although she heard Goldie long before she reached his side.
“…wan die…”
She grinned as she arrived, noting Goldies body was in a significantly worse state than she had left him. He was bruised all over, his hind a ravaged mess of red and white, and one of his eyes had been torn out at some point during the intervening hours.
She trotted up beside him, sitting directly beside his broken body. He didn’t even register her presence.
“HeWwO, pWeTtY mAwE GoWdIE!”
“…wan die…”
“AwW, yU nU wIkE yU wIsH?”
“…wan die…”
“OtAy, ChOpPeW hEwP yU!”
Chopper placed a hoof on the back of Goldies and slowly began to push downward.
“…wan die…”
“WaH wAs DaT, ChOpPeW nU cAn HeWe Yu?!”
She increased the pressure on his head, starting to her the telltale sound of fragile fluffie bones beginning to crack under the pressure of her hooves. Goldie snapped briefly back to lucidity as the agony of having his skull crushed briefly awakened his otherwise broken mind.
“…wan die…wan die! WAN DI-”
CRUNCH!
Goldies head popped like an over ripe melon left out in the sun, scattering his one remaining eye off into a nearby puddle and staining the nearby water with red. Chopper heard the sound of his ruined bowels try to release its contents before his body collapsed into a limp heap.
As she looked down at the ruined stallions body, she turned her head and looked over to Spike gesturing with her head for him to come and pick up the body for the condenser.
She turned, kicking some dirt on the corpse before she started to walk back to check on the remaining herds.
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