So the dogs had gotten rid of that whining, crying pony that drove them all up the walls. Everyone was happy, they got to be left alone and made sure to keep a wide berth from ponyfolk from now on. But then the most sacred thing a dog has got threatened. Their homes, their families, their pack. With everything at stake and an enemy that is way beyond what they have any hope of taking on they must make a deal with the devil, they must get Rarity's help.

But is the price for their pack's safety too high, even for them?

Knowing how vindictive Rarity can be, probably.

Task Force 141 was at first an international special operations group held in high esteem by those who knew of it. Then they went AWOL, turning to many into a nightmare given life; top rank Spec Ops soldiers who betrayed their countries and went rogue. Yet when the ashes settled and WW3 had ended the fingerprints of Task Force 141 were all over the events that had brought about its swift conclusion. The public didn't know any of it and the experts and analysts didn't know what to make of it. And Task Force 141? They vanished into the shadows again, many uneasily giving up on finding them them with the reasoning that these elites among elites wouldn't be found if they didn't want to be.

One wonders what all the high generals and seasoned intelligence officers would do if they had known precisely WHY they never were found again.

Maybe had an aneurysm.

Or laughed.

Probably both.