I DO NOT OWN MLP! ANY SIMULARIES TO ANY OTHE STORIES, BOOKS, TV SHOWS, MOVIES, ECT., ARE EITHER COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL OR I DO NOT OWN THEM. ALL OCS ARE MINE AND MINE ONLY!

THIS IS THE DARK SIDE OF MLP. BEWARE. NO HATERS ALLOWED. I HAVE REDONE THIS STORY.

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Have you ever driven past a slaughter house? Where mean people prepare animals to become you're next burger? Is it ringing on dat bell o yours?

Well think "what if some stupid government (hello AFABS) got scared of a group of kids and tried to do that to them. A group of kids called Bronys. A.k.a, supporters of My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic (mlp for short). AFABS means the Anti-Fun, Anti-Brony Society. To non-Bronys they are called the Absolutely For All the Best Society. The Best as in, non-Bronys. Sigh.

Anywho, AFABS, in order to have full control over all children, took anyone over the age of twenty-one and transported them somewhere, then replaced them with AFABS nannies that train them in favor of the AFABS. Children are deposited to a house with a nanny at age two. The taken parents, well, let's just say are the parents. Of the kids. Almost all the kids. The AFABS nannies make all kids go to school to learn AFABS-approved things, such as what Bronys are and the dangers that they pose to society. Ha, ha, HA.

I'll bet you're confused huh? "Are they the herd, or are they Bronys?" Allow me to explain. Both. The herd is the general term for us, but anyone is the herd in more commonly referred to as a Brony. Technically, only field agents, like me, are Bronys. Desk-workers at HQ are Pegasisters (female) and Pegabros (male). Ponyprofessors teach new members to the herd, or newbies, the ways of the herd. By the way HQ stands for herdquarters, not headquarters. Cute isn't it?

Newbies have to earn their "cutie mark" pin to become full members. Each one shows a different talent or love. Mines a music note. Cutie mark pins are how we show who we are. Also, if we are suspected to be a AFABS spies, have to give a bro-hoof, a fist-bump where you tilt your wrist down a little, to the suspecting Brony.

I'll bet you're also wondering what we Bronys do all day. Well we make weapons and plan a revolution a spread the word! My favorite is vandalism. We go out and spray paint things like "Bronys Rule!", "Down with AFABS!", and "Ontros is a LOSER!". Ontros, by the way is the AFABS ruler. He hates us. A lot.

The other way we "spread the word" is pamphlets. The Pegasisters and bros make the and us Bronys distribute them. It's fun. The pamphlets say stuff like "AFABS Anti-Fun, Anti-Brony Society" and "Ontros Is Scared Of A Bunch Of Kids: Why Ontros Is A Terrible Leader".

We even have a secret radio station. "Celestia News" is the one place everyone can hear the truth. Listening to it, actually listening to the radio, is banned, but tons of kids do anyway. There's a question that must be answered to listen, so no non-Bronys or newbies can get in. We take turns hosting. Naturally, we can't use our real names, so everyone has a secret pony name. I'm Moonlight Song. The secret pony names reflect on the same things used to find our cutie mark. But let me say, I prefer real names to secret ones.

So now you know all about the Bronys. We hope you'll join us. A better tomorrow, a freer tomorrow, awaits.

Man I love a rush.

Rain was poring down hard, so Cat- Willow Leaf- and I where leaving pamphlets on doorsteps, where the rain couldn't soak them. We where in a hurry, mainly because I'd "accidentally" let a AFABS guard see me. And now he and his dog where chasing us a high-speed. And our gold cutie mark pins and Brony t-shirts gave us away, though we did have black superhero masks to protect our faces (if your wondering, the t-shirts where gray and said BRONY on them, and also had a picture of a grayed out pony on them, mine Twilight Sparkle, Cat's Rainbow Dash, so they kinda stuck out, even thought the only bit of color in them was the cutie mark. Although the fact that all Bronys wore them might help. And my rainbow hair streak might help too. Hm. Maybe I should have gone more incognito for this mission). Which helped, except the guard recognized the rest of my face from another rescue mission where mine may have fallen off. Oops.

"We can't go straight back to HQ!" Cat shouted over the loud THUMPs of the guard's footsteps, "He'll see where it is!"

"True that Willow. True that," I frantically racked my brain for a way out of this.

Then it hit me. The nets.

I turned to Cat. "Pegawings on when I say! And pull out your Uniwand! We're going to The Alley!" She looked me like I was crazy but obeyed naturally and pulled out a white unicorn-horn shaped wand. Can't blame her. I thought as I pulled out my own blue one.

We ran around the HQ building (disguised as a dangerous abandoned workshop and protected by a password opening portal- very useful if you're looking for good cheap protection) and down the block. Finally we came upon The Alley.

For those of you who want to know, The Alley is the scene of a famous Bronys vs. AFABS battle. We won, but narrowly. We lost nearly half of our field agents. The battle was a year ago, and we still have seven left to rescue. The rest are either already rescued, or dead. The AFABS lost over half of their number, most of which have been successfully converted into Bronys. Sadly, all the adults had to be brainwashed and sent to the place AFABS sends them. For their safety. And still some kids had to be kept captive. And others were killed.

Many of the Bronys used their Pegawings to fly around the AFABS members, so they got nets out to catch them. The nets are still there today, for the most part because they mainly ended up being the AFABS's downfall.

And they would again. "Now!" I screeched, and Cat and I unfurled our Pegawings. The guard stared at us in surprise for a moment, then shook his head and ran towards us. I aimed my Uniwand at the nets on the ground, and Cat did the same. The nets hovered just over the ground, creating a wall between the two surrounding buildings. The guard didn't even hesitate. He ran right into the nets and was soon hanging in a net cocoon from a random piece of metal that I may or may have not convinced to stick out using my Uniwand.

Man, I love these things.

Cat and I laughed as the guard struggled in the net cosset (Ha! Net cosset! That's funny!).

"You'll never win Bronys!" The guard shouted. I looked at him closely. He was a kid, no more than twelve. OMG. He was so tall I hadn't noticed the last time.

Cat, apparently, hadn't noticed. Or had, but remained unfazed. I, on the other hand, was struck dumb. AFABS was using kids to fight for them. Young ones too! I thought it was only sixteen year olds and up, or major AFABS people's kids.

Cat smiled at the kid. "Yes we will! As long as we have Loyalty, and Honesty and-"

"Who cares about your stupid Elements of Harmony!" The kid spat.

We gasped. No, and I mean no one could know about the Elements of Harmony unless someone told them. Or they watched My Little Pony. And only Bronys watch My Little Pony, and they'd never tell a soul. I looked at Cat. Then shook off my idea and turned to the kid.

"Why won't we win kid?" I taunted, "Did the AFABS science team finally rub together their two brain cells?" Behind me Cat snickered lightly. Yeah I was sarcastic. Deal with it.

AFABS kid scowled, "No!" he frowned, realizing what he'd said as Cat and I roared with laughter, "I mean AFABS has a secret plan to get rid of you DANG IT!" the kid swore loudly. I resisted slapping him.

"What plan?" Cat asked innocently.

"None of your beeswax Brony scum," he spat again, nearly missing my boot. Oh he better watch it, or else...

"What plan!" I added some force in my otherwise perfectly guiltless tone.

The AFABS kid shook his head, "No! I won't tell. But it will wipe you out at your source-" he swore again, "No! Nothing! Ugg- get out of here!" He threw something, most likely a shoe, and we bolted.