Title:           Harbinger: Jayce 3
Author:          FluffyHarbinger
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/1JFHY6Lk
First Edit:      Thursday 26th of July 2012 10:35:20 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 26th of July 2012 10:35:20 AM CDT

> With hammers, nails, pliers, saws, screwdrivers, and a blowtorch you thin the herd slowly
> Relishing in the fear and pain in their screams and faces.
> "EEEEAAGHH! BIIIIIG HUWTIES HEWP!SANTAH NUU NICE! SANTA MEANIE! I SOWWY NUU BE BAD!"
> Wittew weggies broken by crushing blows
> "WEGGIES HEWP FWUFFY NUU BE MEANIE HEWP WUN! PWEEEEASE HEWP! HEWP FWUFFY!"
> Nails in hooves, eyes, ears, no-nos, poopies, through legs into the ground, and in every other body part imaginable
> "SQEEEEEEEEE FOOTSIES HUWTY! Whew offa fwuffys nuu see dawk! WHA? I NUU HEAW FWUFFIES! EEEEEEEEEEEEE- NUU SPECIAW PWACE HUWTY BIIIIIIG!"
> Pliers remove the useless nubs of teeth one by one, toungues torn outtear off tails, and a personal favorite remove no-nos in the worst way possible
> "AAAAAAAAAAAH!! MAAH TOOUFIESSH HHUUWHHIEE! WHAAH? GHAGHBALA HHOUGHE WHEW GHOO?! Wha' you doin Santah? Why touch fwuffy no-no's? Nuu! Nuu huwt Nuu NUUUUUUU AAAAH!!"
> Saws cut into fluff and flesh removing legs, severing spines, bisecting, disecting, and disemboweling
> "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH FWUFFY WEGGIES NUU WOWK NUU FEEW WEGGIES WHY?! WHY NUU WUN?! WHY HUWT FWUFFY?"
> Screwdrivers slowly twist into flesh and give lobotomies with interesting results
> "Wha' dat fingie? WHAA HUWTY HEAD! HUWT- Wha? Whew... whew am I? Who... am I? WHAT AM I HEWP! NUU KNOW WHAT I AM! WHAT IS MY PUWPOUSE?!"
> The blowtorch, though smaller than the standard issue flame thrower, has great effect on the flamable fuffy fluff
> "Fiwe pwetty! You nuu huwt fwuffy? Iss so wawm! Wuv wawm! W.. wawm too wawm santah! Hewp! Wawm too wawm! HEWP HEWP! FWUFFY BUWNIN! HEA-aAAAAAA! HEEEEWWP FWUFFY!"
> Ah the cacophony of screams an pleas for wuv, huggies, and huwties go way sound like the sweetest bells to your ears
> After five hours the sun has almost set
> Looks like you've enjoyed yourself for a little too long
> Now comes your favorite part
> A shame you can't make it last
> The dams and foals are sitting by themselves with their smarty still tied to his mare
> They have shit and pissed themselves with fear like all other fluffies many times today, but they manage to shit again when they see you turn to them
> A wide grin has settled itself on your face like a crecent moon or cheschire cat
> Wading through the shit, blood, and piss covered field stepping on or kicking injured and dying fluffies out of the way
> "OWIES! WHY? I SOWWWWWWY! SO SOWWWWWWY!" "EEEEEE HUWTY!" *Crunch* "GHABFFHAAAHAA"
> With blood, shit, piss, and fluff staining your body you look like a dirty santa
> Minus the beard
> Picking up a bouquet of foals you gently snip the tie letting them tumble out of your hands
> You are close enough to the ground that they are unhurt, minor owies aside
> "Waa mummah, whew mummah, hungwy, scawed, wan mummah, mummah"
> Grabbing one of the foals you hold it up to the dams
> "Gif bebeh nuu huwty! Bebeh nuu bad! Hewp bebeh!"
> You grab it's leg with your finger and thumb and slowly begin to twist
> It chirps and cries and flails its other legs
> "Mummah! Mummah! Wuv! Mummah! Wuv! Mummah! Mummah! Hewp! HEWP! EEE EEE EEE EEEEE!"
> You slowly twist its leg till you feel the bones crack and the leg is completely backwards
> "NUUUUUU NUU HUWT BABEH! MUMMAH HEWP BEBEH MUMMA SAVE BEBEH! GHa!"
> You stuff the baby into her mouth and twist the other legs one by one
> The dam screams but doesn't bite down trying to save the baby
> Then with all of his legs broken you turn him around his head wet with drool but still chirping for help but not speaking
> "EEE! EEE! EEE! EEE! EEE! EEE!"
> You turn the foal around and squeeze hard sliding your fingers down the body towards his back
> Right into the dams mouth
> "Nuuu! Nuu taste pwetty! Why bebeh make bad poopies on mamah?!"
> The chirping pick ups and the foal lets out a final scream as its organs are forced out of its anus into the dams open mouth
> You repeat this process with each foal on the ground each chirping for help and wuv
> And each dying screaming
> Once you are done you notice the dam has prematurely birthed her own foals
> The underdeveloped ponies are barely breathing and try to cry out but are unable to speak or crawl
> Useless leg nubs scrape on the ground and they roll around for help
> You pick these up and show them to the dam who is now mobile but seems unaware that she has birthed
"Your babys are here you bad momma, you didn't clean them"
> "WAN BEBEHS I CWEAN I NUU BAD DEY NUU BAD NUUUU HWUTY SANTAH!"
> They're still calling you santa, this is hillarious
"Well then, CLEAN THEM UP!"
> You force the tiny underdeveloped foals into the dams mouth one at a time
> She gasps and gargles for help but the smarty has long since stopped fighting he simply sits hugging his mare with his free leg
> The five foals are in her mouth
> You close her mouth shut and the squirming foals fight for their lives against her mouth
> She swallows, a reflex, but she immediately starts screaming
> "NUUUUUUU- BEBEHS IN TUMMY! I SOWWY BEBEHS! I NUU MEAN TO EAT BEBEHS! HEWP! HEWP MISTAH! BEBEHS NEE HEWP! NUU NUMMMIES! HEWP! HEWWWWP!"
> She forgot you were Santah, pity
"Okay, I'll get your babys out."
> "Oh! Thank you hooman! Thank you!"
> You flip her over her stomach moving with babys in her
> And take out your hack saw
> Those of you in the audience can probably see where this is going
> Her joy turns to abject horror as you saw into her stomach
> And then her stomach
> And through her spine
> You open her like a fluffy candy
> The foals, some cut in half, others dissolved from acid are all dead.
> "NUUUU BEBEHHHHS I SOOO SOWWWY HHH- HH- I SOOO SOWWY BEBEhs I i.. so... soww..."
> She dies cut in half with all her brood dead.
> The other dams share simmilar fates.
> Some plea for their lives, their foals, for huggies, wuv, sowwy, but they all die in excruciating agony.
> Ah, there is no feeling like this in the world.
> With all the foals and dams dead, except for the smarties you pack up
> All around you shitting, bleeding, moaning fluffies beg for huggies to make the pain go away
> You take your machete to each
> The cleanup team doesn't report abuse but won't clean up if the fluffies aren't dead
> No paycheck if your job isn't done
> Doesn't mean you can't have some fun
> With smarty, mare, and foals zip tied together in hand you return to the van to have some extra special fun with them
> The farmer takes one look at you and frowns
> "Did the little shits get what they deserve?"
"If I could have it my way, they would still be getting what they deserve"
> Farmer smiles and walks inside
> Creepy fuck but hey
> So are you