Now that we're done with that, it's time for the pet fite! We have two kitties and two ponies who are brave enough to face the mass of Tribbles we have laying around! Between Ingo and Nago the cats and Silver and Shelby the ponies we have three weapons: A fragment of the Lord of the Night's sword, a lead pipe, and a dagger taped to Silver's side. The Tribbles have brought a waterbed with pickles floating in it, apparently under the impression that it is a weapon. Now let's get this fite underway. Ingo, Nago, Shelby, Silver, and a couple thousand Tribbles, are you ready to Fite Yer' Mates?
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That's right, they are animals. They can't answer. Anyway, let's Fite Yer' Mates!
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Then the barrier is retracted. Tribbles come spilling out, the waterbed with pickles inside bouncing over the army of furballs like a beach ball at a concert. Ingo quickly clambers up onto Shelby, afraid of the sudden action of thousands of hairballs seemingly striking back after years of careless regurgitation. Shelby rears back in a stereotypical horse-like fashion, but when the horse's hooves meet the floor again, they also manage to score a couple Tribble kills as the pony's ankles are surrounded by the fuzzballs. Silver runs directly into the flurry of fur, the knife taped to its side skewering a couple of the defenseless furballs who were unfortunate enough to be in its path.
Nago was trying a different approach though. It crawled on top of the waves of Tribbles and scampered away, occasionally feeling the nip of a hungry and curious ball of fuzz. It was going straight for the weapon the Tribbles had brought! Holding the sword fragment in its mouth, it's amazing cat skills helped it to get to the waterbed in amazing cat time without any unamazing non-cat problems! It leaped onto the bed and... laid down for a rest...
As a group, the Tribbles were not very intelligent. Many smaller Tribbles were trampled as the mass surged about trying to get to their opponents, but even when they reached their opponents, they mostly just knocked against Shelby's ankles or thrust their tiny bodies against Silver. Silver's dagger was soon full of skewered Tribbles, leaving the chrome equine bereft of its weapon's usefulness. Fleeing back to home-base (Shelby), Silver is followed by a horde of angry Tribbles. Angry not because of their fallen relatives, but because they were hungry and Silver was inedible! Silver runs under Shelby, stripping the dagger off with its mouth and beginning to pry the fluffy corpses off its knife with its hooves. The Tribbles begin to surround it, bashing against it and impeding its progress. Silver whinnies in anguish, and Shelby notices the metallic pony standing beneath it.
Shelby begins to shuffles about, stamping on more of the Tribbles in attempt to help Silver buy time. Unfortunately, Shelby seems to have been too overeager in her stomping. One of her hard hooves comes crashing down on the metallic pony's head.
Something in Ingo snaps. It was one of Ingo's retracted claws, as it leaps down from the horse clumsily. It's mind is not going crazy, but boy is it angry! Ingo looks around at the Tribbles who surrounded the pony's feet, clawing the fuzzballs to death in a blind feline fury.
Out on the waterbed, Nago rolls over in its sleep. The bed was apparently comfortable enough to warrant a cat-nap, but the rolling Felis catus forgot about his sword fragment. The sharp blade piece punctures the water bed, causing water to spill out and wake Nago up in a very unfriendly manner! Yowling at the sudden water, Nago grabs its sword piece and leaps off the bed into the ocean of Tribbles beneath the mattress. Pickles spill out into the Tribble crowd, distracting them with the promise of food and increased ranks. Unfortunately for them, Nago sees the pickles and how they attracted the attention of the furry sea. Nago uses the gherkins as lures, killing any Tribble who dares go towards the batch of pickled cucumbers.
Unfortunately, even though the ranks of the Tribbles were thinning, they still had no problem overwhelming Ingo. Ingo tried its best to slash through the furballs, but its owner gave it no weapon for the fite, so it tired itself from physical exertion. The Tribbles had no trouble piling onto the poor cat and crushing it.
Shelby has seen enough. One pony and one cat were taken out, but Shelby could no longer just stand by and watch. It was the biggest thing in the arena! Shelby begins to charge through the crowd of Tribbles, effortlessly trampling a plethora of the miniscule aliens. Nago and Shelby are striking back, and striking back hard! The Tribbles numbers have thinned from thousands to... well, still thousands, but not as many thousands. However, against these two competitors, they seemed to have no hope. Nago's sword piece glowed with a strange power that helped him slay any who got near enough, and the horse was much too large for the tiny Tribbles to handle!
Suddenly, a soft cooing is heard from a Tribble. Another joins in. More and more begin to trill the sweet song. The horse stops running, Nago stops attacking. Something about the song calmed them down, helped them relax and just enjoy the presence of the Tribbles. The Tribbles enjoy the lull in action, while a few of their ranks began to roll together. Something is happening... Well, yeah, you know something is happening, but something unusual is happening…
As the cooing Tribbles cease their musical humming, Shelby and Nago snap back into awareness. They remember where they are, why they are here, and what the Tribbles did. Shelby begins her mindless stomping of Tribbles again as Nago continues to wail into the horde of hairy aliens with the sword fragment. The Tribble army's numbers get smaller and smaller until Nago can actually see in front of himself without any furballs. Okay, without any LIVING furballs. There are, however, tons of furry corpses everywhere. The arena floor looks like a shag carpet that got carpet bombed with cranberry sauce.
Nago sighs a purr of relief, his murderous rampage really cut down the numbers! Nago takes a moment to breathe. Something large begins to roll towards the relaxing cat...
The Tribble that appears to be much larger than typical size begins to roll onto Nago, who hops out of the path of the massive furball... Well, it's more of a clove shape now, but it is furry and a shape. The furry shape of the Tribble that appears to be much larger than typical size begins rolling towards Nago, who dashes through the remaining crowd of Tribbles to try and escape. Many of the unsuspecting Tribbles are quashed beneath the girth of the Tribble that appears to be much larger than typical size, but some seem to disappear into the mass of fur. Nago dashes about wildly, the sword once more grasped in its mouth. Shelby looks over and sees the massive Tribble that appears to be much larger than typical size and gallops off in terror, its size advantage lost to the behemoth of a Tribble.
Nago's sprint is interrupted when he absentmindedly slams into a wall of fur. A wall of fur belonging to yet another Tribble that appears to be much larger than typical size! Nago backs up and realizes he can't just keep running the whole time. He lifts the sword fragment and lays into the Tribble that appears to be much larger than typical size, but something appears to be off, something rather than its size. When the sword sliced into the fur, tiny Tribble corpses fall out of the Tribble that appears to be much larger than typical size. The TTATBMLTTS appears to be not one massive Tribble that appears to be much larger than typical size (thank god, that name is way too long!), but several Tribbles assembled into a massive Tribble Colony!
Nago's sword slashes multiple Tribbles out of the colony, but his sword fragment is still just a bit of a broken weapon. The Tribble colony rolls over Nago and begins to feast...
Shelby fled as the disintegrating light enveloped not only the Tribble Colony, but a huge chunk of the arena.
When the light cleared, Shelby stood alone amongst about a hundred Tribbles and one Tribble Colony.
Shelby stamped her hooves and let out a snort.
The Tribbles rolled around, confused by the light's effects.
Shelby whinnied. If there were any horse whisperers in the audience, they might have heard Shelby say, "Let's do this."
Shelby found the lead pipe her owner carelessly gave her. Fighting against the poisonous flavor and just altogether bad taste, Shelby lifted it into her mouth and dashed towards the remaining Tribbles.
The Tribbles scrambled about, but nowhere in the arena was safe. Their safety was in numbers, but crowding together now would just make it easier for Shelby to kill them.
The Tribble Colony, however, remained calm. Even though it was made up of a group of tiny little Tribbles with various minds and personalities, they weren't focused on the trouble at hand. They cared little about the raging pony. Something else commanded their attention.
Shelby slammed the pipe into a few Tribbles, tinting the rusty tube red with fresh blood. The horse's hooves trampled a few others. Some Tribbles rammed uselessly into Shelby's side only for the equine's kicks to slam them so hard they died before landing. This was a pony on a mission, and that mission was kill all the Tribbles!
The few remaining Tribbles gathered together into a pile. There were probably 70 or so left, but they weren't going to face this crazy horse alone. Now, in their darkest hour, these Tribbles would have to stand together or risk extinction.
In another corner of the arena, some rather moist pickles sat in their own juices. The Tribble Colony rolls up the pickles and allows itself to scatter into a bunch of separate Tribbles. The Tribbles begin to feast on the pickles...
Shelby tears into the pile of 70 or so Tribbles, effortlessly bashing them with her pipe. Her teeth chipped from grasping the tube in her teeth, but she took comfort in the fact that the fite was almost over. The Tribbles tried to push out towards Shelby, but they instead tumbled into a disorganized mess. Shelby trampled the remaining Tribbles from the pile beneath her hooves, neighing proudly as she did so.
Shelby turns around, expecting to see her last opponent: the Tribble Colony.
What the poor horse sees instead is a mass of freshly born Tribbles surging towards her, hungry for their first meal of life. Shelby brays in both terror and exhaustion. She had just wiped out a mass of Tribbles, and now another wave came to face her. It never seemed to end...
The first wave of Tribbles surges by, kicking the legs out from beneath the horse. Falling to her knees, Shelby loses her ability to trample the newborn babies. A pile of Tribbles surges towards Shelby, propelled by the pushing force of what was once a Tribble colony. The younger Tribbles reach Shelby, who lashed out with the pipe she still clasped in her chipped teeth. A few Tribbles fall out of the pile, but a blast of tiny puffballs knocks the weapon from her mouth. Shelby neighs in surprise, but opening her mouth for audible surprise was a poor move.
The top part of the Tribble pile begins to flow into the horse's open mouth, filling its stomach to the point of bursting. Shelby finds herself overfed, and as more and more of the Tribble pile flows into her, she dies from forced overeating.
We have to be honest... We really didn't expect them to win. We were kind of hoping the pets could wipe out the infestation, but now what do we do?
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