"Oh, no! Rainbow!" cried a pony who was lavender and had a darkish, indigo mane and hair. As she put her hoof on her friends's head, she fell dead on top of her.
"Rainbow! Twilight!" said an orange pony with a southern drawl. Her main and tail was just blonde. She was about to run off to get help when she was shot too and she landed dead next to her friends.
Max laughed and went to collect his carcasses. Later, he came upon three more ponies-one who was silvery and a had a royal purple mane and tail, one who was yellow and a pink main and hair, and a pink one with a pink mane. He got excited again. He pulled out his rifle and shot them one-two-three. He went and collected their carcasses. When he got back to his cabin, he stripped their manes and hair from their bodies and shaved them down. He noticed little cartoon-like marks near their rear ends and decided to sell them as stickers. After the ponies were completely bald, he chopped off their heads and legs and began to carefully package their meat for consumption. He loved pony burgers. Two days later, his beauty store opened and the colorful hair extensions were a big hit. In fact, they were so huge, he went back to Ponyville and shot every pony he could find. After making hair extentions, he used all that colorful fur and left over hair and made himself a beautiful coat that sparkled.
A few days later, Max turned on the news. Bronies had gone crazy because all the ponies were dead. It was a job well done.
The end.