Had the story 'Smarty Disguise' ended with both human characters surviving, the story would have taken on a spy vs spy element.  This is a rough example of what I'd like to do.  I really don't like how this turned out, as detail and fluffy dialogue are so minimal.
 
>You are a fluffy abuser
>You are also the smarty friend of a herd at the dump
>You are late for work at the dump
>You and your coworker, whom you refer to as 'the quiet guy' no longer serve any real function at the dump
>The two of you raise the morale of your coworkers and inadvertantly cull the fluffy pony population
>Coworkers never miss days anymore
>You hurry to get to work
>No telling what that quiet fuck is doing to your herd
 
>You arrive at your herd's camp
>Your fluffies are stomping around, yelling, biting at things you can't quite make out
>You grab one and demand to know what the hell they're doing
>'Big fwuffy come!  Put shinies on fwoor, wake fwuffies up!  Fwuffy twy give owies, big fwuffy no see fwuffy!'
>Shinies
>You look closer at the ground and see there is copper wire everywhere
>Your fluffies are biting at it
>The wire leads out of your camp
>The wire suddenly glows and all fluffies in your camp begin to scream and convulse
>You dive off the wires and shield your eyes
 
 
>Smoke has cleared, time to survey the damage
>Your fluffies are wandering around in a daze asking 'Where fwuffy?'
>Foals that were touching the wire sizzle and pop
>You catch a glimpse of the quiet guy standing next to what looks to be a dozen car batteries taped together
>He salutes you comically then turns and begins slowly walking away
>A fluffy tugs on your pant leg, asking 'Fwend?'
>Quiet guy has reset most of your fluffies
>He'll be bringing his herd to your camp soon enough
>Your troops will be slaughtered
>Worse yet, he'll declare this week a victory for him
>You angrily stomp around your camp swinging a lead pipe, determined to not let that sorry bastard steal your kills
>But then you get a better idea
>He hasn't won yet
>You grab five cowering fluffies by the tails and your backpack and begin running as fast as you can
>You've got to beat him back to his camp
 
>You've arrived
>He's already here, but he hasn't organized his raiding party yet
>You still have a chance
>You set your whimpering fluffs down, and open your backpack
>A couple lengths of surgical tube
>A small pylon
>2 dozen fireworks
>You giggle maniacly as you crisscross the tubing and tie the ends to whatever will hold them
>You then place your pylon between the stretchy tubes
>Your makeshift giant slingshot is ready
>Now to prepare your ammo
>You grab your first fluffy and dry jam a large firework up it's ass
>'OWWWW!  WHY FWEND MAKE POOPIE PLACE HURTS?  TAKE OUT, TAKE OUT!'
>It sobs hysterically as you load it into the pylon
>The fuse sticks out the hole of the pylon
>You see that the cries have garnered the attention of the quiet guy
>You curse your luck, light the fuse and launch the squealing fluffy into the air
>He screams into the air
>You see him looking around then hear him yell 'Fwuffy fwying?  FWUFFY FWYING!  YAYYYYY!'
>As he turns and begins his journey back down to earth, the rocket portion of your firework ignites
>Fluffy pony is now streaking towards the ground at five times the speed he went up
>He crashes into the ground in the middle of the quiet guy's camp, causing numerous fluffs to start stomping on him
>That's when the first dazzling explosion happens
>The aggressor fluffs are blown back in a shower of purple sparks as an ear splitting crack breaks the eardrums of all fluffs in the camp
>Quiet guy is in a full tilt run towards your slingshot
>As fast as you can, you load the next three fluffs and launch them to similar fates
>Last one, and you don't feel like carrying any fireworks back
 
>As you fire the last one, the quiet guy finally reaches you
>But it's pointless
>He can only attack your fluffies
>And the only fluffy you had is now a fluffy harbringer of fiery screaming death
>The two of you stand shoulder to shoulder as the final fuse ignites
>The first four fluffy fireworks shook the camp up, but casualties were few
>You put your hands in front of your face just in time to see a sparkling mushroom cloud erupt from quiet guy's camp
>Fluffy bodies rain down from the sky
>Car windshields shatter from the fluffy hailstorm
>Fluffy sized tidal waves from fluffies landing in stagnant pools of water
>As your hearing slowly returns to you, you hear soft crying coming from quiet guy's camp
>You both approach to assess the scene
>A few fluffies stumble and lurch around the camp babbling 'Where fluffy?'
>Crimson stains form beneath their eyes and ears
>A fluffy grabs at your pant leg, repeating it's question and asking if you are a friend
>You kick it in the stomach
>It cries as it flies backwards and lands in the remains of some fluffsploded dams and their cripy foals
>Both camps have fluffies that no longer comprehend their surroundings
>Both camps have cooked baby fluffies just waiting to be eaten by other fluffies
>Quiet guy asks if we can call this a draw and just go find new herds
>You nod, and tell him you'll see him tomorrow