At the same time, across the massive forest that surrounded the city, a Cuckold general was fleeing.
"Ha-! Ha-! Fuck bitch! *GROWL!*"
It was the Furry Führer, and he was limping away as fast as he could, dashing through the forest with his broken limbs.
He was now out of his MANWOLF transformation, back in his normal, furry form.
He had escaped his bag prison by regenerating himself, using up all of his remaining furry energy.
He was weak and defeated, but hadn't completely given up.
So he was now attempting to get back to his hidden dildo ship nearby.
He had called it just in case something happened with the main ship, leaving it a few miles by the city.
"Fuck! FUCK! I just need to go back to the Cuck Empire and get more Cuck recruits! Then I'll come back and FUCKING kill Milly!!! That fucking slut!!! *GROWL!* I'll get the Furry's fucking revenge!!" The Führer thought this to himself, sweat dripping down his face.
He felt his limbs sting, with the pain from his feral reaching its peak. He stopped at a random tree, resting while he panted.
"FUCK…! I will get the Furry's revenge! I WILL! *GROWWLL!!*"
As he repeated this curse to himself, he heard footsteps from behind.
The crackling noise of leaves being stepped on ringed in his large, wolf ears.
"Who?" The Führer questioned.
"Hmmm. I don't think that will be possible… Führer…" A nasally and eerie voice said, coming from behind the Führer.
The Führer swung his head around, while beads of sweat dripped down his furry head.
He recognized the voice, causing him to get even more confused.
"Wait- Is that?"
"Yes Führer, it's me. The Brother Brony." The shadowy figure replied calmly.
The man named Brother Brony walked up closer, revealing himself from the darkness.
He was a fat pale neckbeard with an undersized pony shirt. His fat gut was visible, revealing pores and hair all over.
His hair was greasy, being covered by a juvenile pink pony hat.
His fumes were immense and powerful, nearly making the Führer sick from there.
But his dedication to a certain pony show was unmatched!
"Brother Brony…! My friend! Help me out! My brother! I'll admit… I was weakened and humiliated... Beaten by weaklings! But we've been friends for years. Bronies and Furries should stick together in our new world!!!" The Führer said as he groveled at the Bronies' foot.
The Brony was unamused, looking down with a snooty smile.
"Hmh? Remember what the King of Cucks said? That failure leads to death? And you just failed, no?" The Brony said with his deductive reasoning.
"NO! I-I did not fail! This is only a mere setback! I am the FURRY FÜHRER! I don't FAIL!! I just need help from a brotha! HELP!" The Führer explained, begging soon after.
He began to lick the Brony's open toe sandals with his doglike tongue!
"Mhm… Sigh. How could such a great furry fall to this low? I'm sorry Führer, but you would be happier dead than in this state." The Brony said as he facepalmed himself with his fat and greasy hand.
"Not at all, my good friend! I would be happier with that slut Milly dead, along with the Schizo and that fatass! All of them, lying dead and on my hairy fuckin' cock! Bleeding and broken! You understand! Don't you, Brony!?!" The Führer roared, continuing to lick the Brony's crusty toes in-between each sentence.
The Brony shook his head, his scent only getting worse as he moved his flabby body around.
"Sigh... Führer, I'll do you a favor as my great friend. We both joined the cuck empire at the same time and rose up the ranks together. I respect you, so I'll end your suffering now. As a Brony to a Furry. This is a brother's mercy…"
The Führer finally realized what his comrade was saying, with his expression becoming stilted and fearful.
"What? W-wait! NO! D-don't fucking do it, man! I-I CAN SERVE THE EMPIRE MORE! STOP! PLEASE!" The Führer yelled in terror, crawling away from the Brony.
But as he did this, he heard more rustling around.
The surrounding darkness began to shift, with many round figures emerging and forming amongst the dark woods.
Around the Führer, many Bronies came out from the shadowy forest and surrounded him.
They all had empty looks in their eyes, continuing to walk forward while their fat jiggled.
"We are one. We are many." The Bronies all said in unison, slowly moving closer to the Führer.
"A-AHA?!?! FUCK! I'LL GET THE FURRY FÜHRER'S REVENGE ON YOU!! I SWEAR! FUCKING BRONY!!" The Furry Führer screamed out as he tried waving his hands around.
"We are one. We are many." The bronies repeated as they all pulled out their tiny, smelly cocks from their greasy shorts.
Before the Führer could react, he saw them stand over him, covering every direction.
"NOO-!"
They began to smash the Führer's body and face with their cocks!
The fumes from their tiny, fat penises was too much for the Führer, causing him to go insane!
He was brutally murdered and crushed into a smelly pile of meat and fur.
They did this in a few minutes, destroying the Führer in a simple, yet disturbing, way.
"Mhm. How unpleasant. I'll have to rub one off to some Pony television to calm down." The leader Brony said as the others nodded and walked away.
The other bronies returned back into the shadows, following their leader.
Part One of the Cuckold Wars… Over.