The Factions of Equestria

That night...

The sun went down, and the moon took it's place. The stars twinkled and looked down upon Equestria, showing off the beauty of Luna's night. The night was dark, but the moon provided just enough light for anyone to see.

The perfect setup for a secretive deed.

At Sweet Apple Acres, everything was quiet. The Apple family slept in their beds, the pigs and sheep slept in their pens, and the chickens slept in their coop. It was midnight, the day before the harvest begins. The crops were ripe, just waiting to be picked.

And then, they came...

At the start of midnight, three wagons rolled up. They were being pulled by mare and stallion ponies alike. They had cloth gagging them so they wouldn't say a peep. They had tight red and black jumpsuits on, and their expressions were miserable. Riding in each wagon, there were three humans...male and female alike. Their shirts were blood red. Their black vests, pants, and boots were almost invisible in the darkness of the night, and their expressions showed pure hatred. They stepped off, and surveyed their surroundings.

"All quiet," One man said.

"I dunno about you, but I'm tired as hell," Another said.

"Shut up, man. Command told us we all had to do this."

"But-"

" 'Buts' are for pooping! Don't be a bitch, and do your job."

A chubby man stepped foreword.

"Yeah," He said, "I know for a fact that this will benefit the group."

"Whatever you say," the other guy said.

The men scouted around the farm, their suppressed weapons pointed wherever they looked. When they realized that the coast was clear, they brought large bags out from inside one of the wagons. They then began bagging the produce. Corn, carrots, grapes, and apples were shoved into bags and loaded onto the wagons. Eventually, they ran out of room for the produce and wondered what to do with the rest.

"Boss," One man walked up to the fat man, "What do we do with the rest?"

"You got silencers?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, do some target practice. Just keep it quiet."

"As for the animals?"

"No need for headshots." The fat man grinned a smile that would intimidate a grizzly bear.

While six of the men shot at the produce and farm animals with suppressed weapons, the other three snuck into the Apple farmhouse. After picking the lock, the three men, including the fat man, tiptoed into the farmhouse.

"What now?" One whispered to the fat man.

"This way," He responded, pointing to the staircase.

They went up the stairs and tiptoed down the hall. The fat man pointed to one of the rooms. The other two nodded, and opened the door. Inside, they saw a red stallion snoring loudly...clutching a raggedy doll close in his sleep.

"Big Macintosh," The fat man whispered, "He's not important. Wedge the door.

The two men nodded and closed the door, putting a rubber wedge under the door to stop it from being opened. They then proceeded to the next room, and opened the door. Inside, there was an elderly green mare sleeping with a sleep mask on.

"That's Granny Smith," The fat man said, "If my guesses are correct, there should be..."

The fat man tiptoed inside, reached under her bed, and pulled out a sack of bits.

"Jackpot," The fat man whispered, "The Apple family savings. Take this to the wagons."

"Yes, sir." One of the men said as he grabbed the bag and went out.

The fat man and the other guy slipped a wedge under that door as well, and they proceeded down the hall to another room. They opened the door and saw an orange mare sleeping with a cowboy hat on the nightstand next to her.

"Applejack," the overweight man whispered, "Just wedge this door. She's also of no importance."

They closed the door and slipped another wedge underneath it. They reached the final room. They opened the door and saw a little yellow filly sleeping, a pink bow on her head.

"Wedge it?" the man asked the fat man.

"No," he said, "She's coming with us. Consider her payment for what you're having me do."

"Fine by me."

The two snuck in, and the other guy pulled out a roll of duct tape. He pulled the roll, making a noise loud enough to wake the filly up. Before she could react to what was going on, the tape was placed around her mouth. She let out muffled yells for help, but the fat man pointed his pistol at her head, making her fall silent. She froze in her place as the two men taped her legs together, and grabbed her. She whimpered as they carried her outside, and the fat man held her as he sat in his seat on a wagon.

"Alright. We got what we came for. Let's go." The fat man said.

"Okay," One of the other men said. The man then slapped a mare hard on the flank, making her yelp, "Move it! Back to base!" He yelled at her.

She whimpered and the other gagged ponies looked at her.

"Do you want to end up like her? Move it!" A man yelled.

The ponies sighed and struggled as they steadily pulled the wagons laden with produce down the trail. As they left, the wind picked up...and the flags on the wagons fluttered...

And on the flags, the initials "FTP" could be seen in the night.