> Stepping over the fence you work your way around the fence.
> “Nuuuu! Munsta huwt fwuffy! Nuu wan cowwa! Nuu wan! Hewp! HEWP! HE-whh.”
> The stuck fluffies flail their useless weggies, and cry their eyes out.
> Shitting themselves again with fear once the ties are tightened you’re glad you’re not on that side.
> Slowly but surely the screams and cries of fear begin to quiet down. You’ve almost worked your way around the wall when you see what happened to the dams.
> They are stuck head first in the fence.
> Their attendants managed to push them to the fence before they gave up and attempted to escape alone.
> Abandoned and terrified the dams are soaked with tears.
> You finish off the attendants first.
> “Nuu I hewp mummah! I sowwy! I nuu weave mummah! I good fwuffy! I good! I GOOD! I GOO-.”
> “Nuu huwty sissy! Mummah haf bebehs! Nee hewp! I sowwy! HEWP!”
> The cries of the selfish fluffies facing death.
> One dam hears her sisters’ cries and begins screaming.
> “SISSY! WHEW SISSY! HEWP SISSY! I NEE HEWP! WHEWE SISSY! HEWP! HEWP! HEWP! MUMMA SCA-.”
> Before you can even strangle her she fluffsplodes.
> Her weak bones bounce off of your uniform and splatter your front.
> Her neighbor dam isn’t so fortunate, she has a rib lodged in her head.
> The base of her skull penetrated and her body limp.
> Seems she also entered labor as a squeaking foal chirps from behind her only partially out of the birth canal.
> There is movement in her stomach as other foals chirp wildly for help.
> There will be none.
> You move down the line and all of the dams are dying.
> Nearly all of them enter premature birth.
> Some fully formed some under developed foals slip out of the screaming dams.
> Their cries barely above a rasp they plead for their lives, their babies, etc.
> It’s heart breaking, but there isn’t much you can do about it.
> Orders are orders.
> You walk away as the chirping foals and twitching underdeveloped fetus slowly die.
> One even speaks its first word, “ewp, ewp, ewp, ewp” help.
> Once all of the fluffies have been silenced you realize you have forgotten one.
> Searching the shit stained carnage you see your target.
> A weeping orange and purple pegasus hugging a suffocated mare of similar color.
> Several foals lie next to the mare, their heads twisted at awkward angles.
> You walk over and sit down lighting a cigarillo.
> She doesn’t even notice you.
> As you smoke scootaloo cries her eyes out.
> “Sissy… Sissy… wake up sissy… I gif huggies, I gif wuv, you feww bettah, you wake up, Sissy. Bebbehs need dere mummah sissy, de bebbehs nee huggies but I can onwy hug one fwuffy sissy, so wake up. Sissy...”
> Jaded may be an understatement about your emotional state.
> As you finish the cheap cigar you stand up.
> And walk towards the crying pegasus.
> Placing a hand on her neck and another on the zip tie you say only two words.
> “I’m sorry.”
> She arches back and her wings flap furiously as her legs flail struggling against the pain in her throat.
> Her bowels long since voided she merely rolls and flails silently screaming for help and love.
> You walk off, certain that all the fluffies have met their fate.
> Removing the fence and its fluffy occupants you pack up the bright orange plastic.
> With all of your tools recovered you return to your van and call in the ENFF-C7 team cleanup crew.
> Through you drew no blood today; your hands reek of death.
> A proper Fire Drake.
> A harbinger of fluffy ponies.