Going to post it to /mlp/ eventually, but posting it here day by day first.  I will continue with the Abuser VS Quiet Guy series, but for now I really wanted to write this story.  It's a bit slow and lacking in violence by comparison to the first Smarty Disguise, but I promise it'll get better.
 
>You are the quiet man, foreman of the city dump
>Not long ago, a fluffy abuser studied the ways of dumpster fluffies under you
>You let him have his fun for a few days
>Then you killed him
>Rather, you trapped him and let the fluffies do your wetwork
>Wet, stinky, foul, corn-flecked wetwork
>It was nothing personal
>You don't especially like fluffy ponies
>Just part of the background like everyone else
>You did it all for the sake of a game you're presently bored with
>You remember the rush you had when you first ambushed the abuser
>It felt good
>You wonder if you could have that feeling again someday
>You wonder if you could train someone to take the abuser's place
>You wonder what you should do if your 'student' fails
>Pet the one-eared orange pegasus you 'rescued'
>Your trophy
 
 
 
>Be you
>You don't hate fluffy ponies
>Believe in live and let live
>You've recently applied for a job at the city dump
>Not the best job, but there aren't many to be had
>You got a call back, and now it's your first day!
>The foreman is waiting for you
>Kind of a quiet person, but he answers any questions you have and is generally helpful
>Notice an orange pegasus toddling around his office
>He explains that fluffy ponies tend to form herds in the dump
>Place was recently purged of fluffies, but new fluffies and sometimes entire herds show up daily
>Not cost efficient to repeatedly set the place on fire
>Tells you about a guy who was messing around with the fluffies
>Tone changes when he explains the guy had an accident and drowned in fluffy shit
>Very unfortunate
>Explains that precautions need to be taken now when out in the dump
>Hands you a two-way radio
>And a piece of rebar that's sharpened on both ends
>You ask why you would need something like that, and he simply answers 'Protection.'
>You try to hand it back
>You can't do something that inhumane
>He pushes it back to you
>Orders you to take it anyways
>You set off to work, the quiet man leading the way
 
>You get to the spot you're going to be working at today
>Quiet man is explaining the various tasks
>Mostly just driving the bulldozer, but occasionally going on walks for security purposes/checking for things that shouldn't be in the dump
>Tells you to make sure you've got something in the event of fluffies
>As if on cue, a group of ragged fluffies wander into the clearing behind you and begin digging for food
>Quiet man nods to them
>Tells you now is as good a time as any to 'assert yourself' with them
>The fluffies see you, and they puff out their cheeks and begin growling
>'Go way munsta!  Fwuffies fin foodies!  Dis ow spot!'
>A green unicorn is now standing between the two of you and the rest
>They cheer for him in between mouthfuls of refuse as he rears and kicks his stubby front legs at you
>He falls backwards and lays there wiggling
>'Hewp!  Hewp fwuffy!' The others run and begin pushing on his sides to right him, his fluff covered in fresh garbage
>You think the whole scene is comical and adorable
>The quiet man abruptly steps forward, causing the fluffies to scamper together and growl at him
>He reaches down and grabs the little unicorn as the other fluffies nip at his bare arm and buck his legs
>They don't hurt him, and it seems like at the best of times they have no offensive capabilities
>As the little unicorn raises in the air it begins to squeal and kick, demanding to be put down
>Tiny sparks flare from its horn, only to be extinguished when the quiet man wraps his free hand around the horn
>'We are working here.  You will have to graze elsewhere for the time being.'
>The only response he gets is a raspberry, followed by cheers from the others on the ground
>He turns to you
>'That is what trying to reason with them will achieve.'  Tightening his grip, he violently beds the unicorns horn
>The unicorn squeals in pain as it voids its bowels on the quiet man's boots
>Holding the unicorn by the neck, he continues to twist and bend the horn
>You instinctually try to grab his arm, but by the time to get to him he has dropped the unicorn back into it's now crying friends
>The fluffies are wailing in fright and staring up at the quiet man
>The little unicorn is trying to hold his horn but his arms only reach high enough to cover his eyes
>The horn looks swollen and discoloured, and is now crooked in a couple of places
>'Why hooman make owies?  Fwuffies just hungy!  No hurt fwend hown!  Him good fwuffy!'
>The only response they recieve is the quiet man pointing at them, then pointing away
>No expression on his face
>The fluffies grab one last mouthful of food then begin sadly walking away
>They try to hug their weeping friend, but occasionally trip while trying to walk on two legs
>The site is terribly sad, and you can't believe the callousness of the man next to you
>'What is wrong with you?  They're harmless!'
>'They're hostile.' he replies.  'And I'm not closing this place because you got killed or injured trying to hug vermin.'
>You're stunned
>He gestures to the bulldozer and tells you to get to work
>He says he'll be checking on you
 
>You're working
>Driving bulldozer
>The horn works quite well for keeping fluffies at bay
>A few sit and cover their eyes, crying at the loud noises
>You recognize this as them trying to hide
>A couple of times you get down to nudge them along
>They scream when you do this, but they seem hardy enough to not die from fright
>As you're driving up a path, you notice a relatively small herd trying to cross the road
>About 12 of them
>A magenta fluffy unicorn is leading them, barking orders
>Two swollen dams being rolled by pegasus attendants
>You're sitting there watching when someone shines a light in your eyes
>You freeze as you realize the quiet man has returned to check on you
>'Something wrong with the bulldozer?' he asks, a hint of sarcasm in his voice
>You grimace and point to the fluffies crossing the road
>He shakes his head, and starts towards the fluffies
>You feel a chill as you turn off the bulldozer and jump down after him
>The unicorn regards you both
>'Fwuffies gonna fin new home pwace!  Scawy monsta fwuffy new smawty, so fwuffy take dese fwuffies!'
>'Is that so...' the quiet man answers with mock interest in his voice
>Beaming, the little fluffy nods.  'I is gon' be good smawty!  Dis my fwuffies!  Take somewhewe with wotsa foodies and be safe from monsta fwuff!'
>'You're all lucky I only have time to kill one of you.'
>Without missing a beat, he grabs the little unicorn and lifts it over his head before smashing it into the ground
>You don't know if it survived, because he immediately punts it away
>It dissappears behind a pile of garbage
>'Now get off my goddamn road.  He might not hurt you...' he says, then peers at you out of the corner of his eye
>Then he adds, 'Yet.'
>'But I have no such reservations.'
>The fluffies scream in horror, some asking why he killed their smarty friend
>Others begin frantically rolling the dams back the way they came
>A quick stomp of his foot sends the stragglers running, but also scares away the attendants of one of the dams
>A little mint green unicorn with a two-toned green mane and tail
>'Hewp!  No weave mumma!  Mumma big, can't woll!' She cries and covers her eyes as she sees the quiet man walking towards her
>You've seen enough, and grab the little dam before the quiet man can get to her
>He stiffens, but says nothing to you
>You set the wriggling fluffy gently down by her crying attendants
>'Be more careful!' you scold.  'If you leave her again, you'll...you'll get the SORRY STICK!'
>You feel like an idiot given the angry sociopath standing behind you and the general lameness of the threat
>But it works
>The attendants squeal in fear and beg you not to hurt them, hiccuping apologies from behind reddened eyes and sniffling noses
>They begin to go back the way they came, sobbing lightly
>You turn to face the quiet man, fulling expecting him to give you another lecture
>But he's already leaving
 
>It's the end of your first day
>Managed to get through it with no further incidents
>Noticed you were being watched a couple of times by the quiet man, and plenty of times by fluffies
>Weren't bothered though
>As you're walking towards the gate, you notice the orange fluffy pegasus from earlier
>You know it's the same one, it's wearing a collar and is missing an ear
>It's not venturing far into the dump, but it's craning its head to look around as best it can
>'Fwuffy know dis pwace?' it asks noone in particular
>'Were you a stray here?' you ask it.  It jumps at your voice, but it doesn't run away
>It turns and sits down, then stares at you
>It's sort of creepy, like its owner
>'Fwuffy...stway?'
>'Like, did your owner find you here?'
>It scrunches its face like it's trying to think
>It clearly doesn't remember, which isn't surprising for a fluffy
>Their memories are pretty bad
>Just then the quiet man emerges from the office and walks over to the orange fluffy
>He's carrying a dufflebag on his shoulder, but he's wearing the same clothes as before
>He sets a hand behind it's back haunches, then puts a hand on its chest, then lifts it up to his shoulder
>The fluffy babbles about how happy it is to see daddy, but you can hear the quiet man scolding him about being outside
>'Fwuffy sowwy.  Daddy see new fwend?' The fluffy looks at you, it's huge eyes gleaming
>The quiet man looks at as though he didn't realize you were there
>A few tense moments pass, then he speaks
>'You start at 8:00 tomorrow.  Try to leave the candy-ass attitude at home tomorrow.'
>You're really starting to hate this guy
>'New fwend made a candies?' the fluffy chirps excitedly.  The quiet man gives him a gentle shake
>'No.  Don't encourage him.'  With that he turns and begins walking towards the main gate
>The orange pegasus waves energetically to you and shouts 'bye byes' and 'fwuffy wuv you'
>You feel a little better about this day