Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Chapters

2. To Hide
3. Welcome to Despair
4. Noware To Hide
6. Ding Dong Bing Bong
7. Foalish
8. Deadly Life Begins
9. Food and Rest
10. Dangerous Consent
11. Touched
12. Suncursed
13. Finishing Business
14. No, that's wrong!
15. Snack Time
16. Smile at Hope in the Name of Despair
17. Restroom Break
18. Split
19. Rule Adherance
21. On the Edge of VIctory
22. Desperation
23. Bad Timing
24. Whodunit?
25. Epilogue
1. To Survive
5. Rooms Without a View
20. Pointless Endeavor

2. To Hide

Tuesday, 10/26/2077
POV: Dangerous Magic

Danger couldn’t hear herself think, the echo of gunfire and explosions ringing in her head. Dirt and muck stained her white coat, which along with her blond-orange mane and tail showed filth so very easily; she was glad there weren't any reflective surfaces nearby that she might get a good look at herself.

Dangerous “Danger” Magic, 22-year-old female earth pony, tailor

She scrambled down a residential side street but saw no residents. They had fled the city, left for Stable 27, or hid in their basements. Too bad hiding in a basement would do them no good if Cloudsdale succeeded in their task before Canterlot could end them.

But maybe that meant there would be less violence here than in other parts of the city. Danger galloped at full speed, wishing for luck.

But she got no such luck.

A stray bullet, shot from the town square nearby, struck the generator that provided the neighborhood with power. The plasma burst splattered all over the circuits, which smoked and sparked. Danger galloped for cover through the open door of a nearby house before it went up, the explosion shattering her ears, leaving her momentarily blind and deaf.

She looked out the front window of the empty house she'd taken cover in to find the two houses across the street taken out. Each had the half closest to the baelfire relay disintegrated, the rest spattered with glowing green sludge. What the buck were they thinking, powering cities with such dangerous magitech?

Either way, she couldn't go that way; she was getting irradiated from it already. She ran to the back of the house and out the front door. Unfortunately for her that took her right into the heat of combat.

She stepped out less than ten hoof-steps from a zebra treating a unicorn with a broken horn and a half of one front leg missing. Another zebra next to him finished a fallen pegasi even as he begged for mercy. They jumped when the door opened, but relaxed upon seeing a civilian.

“I-I need to get to the stable,” Danger could barely speak through her heavy breathing.

“There, friend,” the second zebra said, pointing her hoof towards Canterlot tower which showed in the distance. “That tower is where your shelter is. Go and be safe from evil.”

“T-thank you,” Danger turned and galloped.

She felt bad leaving them there, but it wasn't like Stable 27 would let anypony in that wasn't registered. Even if they would, most zebras would fight to the death, or maybe longer with their strange magic. Cloudsdale took out the Zebra Kingdom, or that's what the Minister of News claimed on the radio, so they had nowhere to go home to now. Their families were dead, and they were just as peeved as one would expect. No zebra would rest as long as a single pegasus lived.

There was so much fighting within her line-of-sight that she couldn't keep track of it all, so Danger just galloped. That's all she could do. She paid no attention to her surroundings, panic passing the breaking point. Perhaps her lithe body would be too small a target to hit.

She almost made it to the line of buildings, the tower on the other side, when an object smacked her from one side and knocked her to the ground. Horror coursed through her when she realized it was a severed unicorn head, the last expression of terror still frozen on the stallion's face.

Danger skidded to the ground, twisting her right front leg, a stabbing pain coursing up through it. As she looked up, she saw the unicorn's body fall, a fountain of blood shooting from his neck. His killer stood a mere hoof-step away, a pegasus mare with razor attachments on either wing. The rifles under her wings clicked into place and she wrapped her wings along the triggers.

“I'm a civilian!” shrieked Danger.

Most soldiers, even featherbrains, would not go after civilians on purpose at a time like this, even if the end goal was to murder everyone in the city. Unlucky for Danger, she'd met an exception.

“You're a dirt pony,” snarled the pegasus through clenched teeth as she raised one rifle higher. “I’m going to put you all back in the dirt where you belong.”

There was no escape. Most pegasi were crack shots even in flight and Danger wouldn't get ten hoof-steps before this one ended her. But before they fired, a burst of energy slammed into her head. The scalding beam of energy burned through, leaving a smoldering, cauterized hole where the pegasus' brain used to be, the rest of her collapsing to the ground.

“Are you okay?” A blue unicorn approached though it took Danger a moment to answer him.

Night Light, 36-year-old male unicorn, Battlemage

The unicorn galloped to Danger when she didn't answer and shook her. He had a darker blue mane and lighter blue eyes, his cutie mark a small crescent moon inside a larger one. He looked... familiar.

After she pushed down the horror from her broken mind again, she nodded to him.

“Thank you,” Danger whimpered. “For Break's sake, I thought I was a goner.”

“I'm Night Light,” he said. “Are you on your way to Stable 27?”

“Y-yes,” Danger nodded, but then her eyes widened again as she recognized his name and face from the news. This was Midnight Sparkle's father.

“He won't hurt you,” another voice from behind Night assured.

The unicorn who had sensed Danger's fear was a bright orange one with even brighter orange mane and tail. With those bright colors he was lucky to walk through the city and not be shot. He wasn't half adorable though, with his bright blue eyes and the white patches above each hoof, all put together with a goatee and white stripe between his eyes.

Sunburst, 22-year-old male unicorn, associate at the Ministry of Forgotten Knowledge

“I'm Sunburst,” the unicorn said. “Are you hurt? We're on our way too, so we'll carry you.”

“Thank you so much,” whimpered Danger, relaxing as Night and Sunburst's magic picked her up together as they raced towards the Canterlot Tower.

Danger pushed down her judgment of Night Light. Regardless of who he was related to, he saved her life. She owed him at least that much kindness.

The line at the tower was getting long, but the main violence hadn't reached that far. The Canterlot Tower was impressive, but had no strategic value other than hiding. Every pony waited patiently in line, seeing the scattered corpses of more impatient ponies keeping them organized.

“Names?” a large griffon asked when they came to the front of the line. He poked at his pipbuck as if he'd never used one. Danger supposed she'd have to learn to use one too; she didn't look forward to having to learn, but they could be useful.

“Dangerous Magic.” Danger said as the stallions floated her ahead of them. She always felt weird giving her name when she was an earth pony. She wondered sometimes if her parents named her that hoping she'd get an alchemy or potions cutie mark. But nope, it was dress-making for her. She probably should have changed it at her cute-ceañera
as many ponies did, but she sort of liked being called Danger for short.

“Right, you're on the list,” said the griffon, speaking quickly. “My name's Thunder, nice to meet you. Have someone get you to the infirmary if you're injured, but expect to wait behind the more pressing injuries.”

“Thank you,” Danger said in relief. The magic put her down and another younger female griffon helped her stay standing as she waited.

“Night Light,” Night whispered when it got to him, afraid for the other residents to hear him.

“Yes, I know who you are,” Thunder growled, but pulled him up on the pipbuck. “Why should I let you in?”

“I may be her father, but I'm not her ally!” Night insisted. “After what she did to our family... you can't possibly think I'm lying when I say I have utterly disowned her!”

“Right,” Thunder shrugged. “Well you're on the list so I’ll let you in, but Gale here will escort you to the brig until the Overmare decides otherwise.”

“Fine,” Night wilted, but nodded.

“And you?” Thunder asked Sunburst.

“Well, um,” Sunburst chuckled nervously. “I'm not on the list, but I was hoping you had enough space for extra? I'm Sunburst, I'm an employee of the Ministry of Forgotten Knowledge and know a lot that you’d find useful. I should be on file.”

“Hm,” Thunder eyed the screen and then nodded. “Forgotten Knowledge? You're the ones that found that ancient tech we're blowing ourselves up with... eh well, the Overmare said to let useful ponies in even if they hadn't registered. I see you're in the ministry and have good marks, so head inside.”

“Thank you,” Sunburst sighed in relief. “I'll be as helpful as possible, I swear.”

Sunburst moved to walk with Night Light and Danger. They lifted Danger again and walked alongside Gale.

“So what's with you, Night Light?” asked Gale. “You must be a shitty dad to have a daughter like Midnight Sparkle.”

If Danger hadn't been suspended in magic, she might have slapped the griffon for saying something like that to the one that had just saved Danger’s life.

“You...” Night's face tightened at her rudeness, but took a deep breath. “She wasn't always like that.”

“Oh yeah?” Gale asked. “So what was she before?”

“My daughter," Night Light sighed, but refused to say more.

POV: Devil Rose

“Yeah buck this,” Devil Rose grunted. “The ones paying us are probably dead anyway. I say we head to Stable 27 right now.”

Devil Rose, 26-year-old male earth pony, leader of the Devil Hunters mercenaries

Devil's body fit his name well. He had red fur with a silvery mane which made his teal eyes stand out. His outfit matched his body, a black shirt with the red symbol of a stabbed devil on the upper right, fitted tightly enough to show his muscular frame. The deep red cape covered most of his body though, hiding his cutie mark, a demonic winged sword with two guns crossed in front.

His profession had gained esteem lately as the big militaries ran out of pony power and needed more bodies to throw at each other. It paid well enough for the risk to Devil, but now that General Limestone was in charge of the city, she'd probably pay them in rocks.

So it was time to go. He slipped his pistols into his bags where they'd be easy to access. As he had a fondness for blades, he also took his favorite sword and knife. The sword, named Rebellion, had a wide blade at the base which tapered smaller at the tip. The hilt was silver with a skull impression. The knife, Yamato, was a red and blue butterfly knife with an unusually large blade.

“One problem,” sighed Shadow. “They aren't letting pegasi in, not even if they're Canterlot citizens. That wall-eyed blond pony carrying the ammo cart told me she saw them chasing pegasi away even if they'd registered.”

Shadow Beast, 28-year-old male genetic hybrid, member of Devil Hunters mercenaries

Not that anyone would mistake Shadow for a pegasus after the work done on him. It surprised Devil he even remembered being one after everything the Ministry of Magitech did to him, but maybe he didn’t and only assumed because of his pegasus daughter. He should have thought twice before volunteering for one of Starlight's experiments, though the result was good for his career at least.

Black metallic scales covered Shadow’s body, wings replaced with razor-edged steal. Even his front hooves had been replaced with draconic claws, which worked better than traditional sticky hooves in combat. Devil wasn't sure why they gave him red snake eyes, since they didn't seem to have that much of an advantage, but at least they were intimidating.

It wasn't himself that was the problem though. His daughter Smokey Quartz was the issue here. She very much looked like a pegasus.

Smokey Quartz, 16-year-old male female pegasus, mercenary in training

Her color scheme might be close to what Shadow's once was, if he even remembered. She had a gray body with a plain white mane and tail with rose eyes. She wore a black hooded shirt that came to her hips and her front ankles, similar in design to Devil's, but he doubted she'd make it through training.

Her heart cutie mark said all that needed to be said about her chances as a mercenary. Devil wondered if she only hung around the mercenary group in hopes she'd end up relieving a lot of their tension.

Now they stood in what was left of their headquarters in Canterlot. All the others had fled, and half of the building had been annihilated by an explosion. They didn't even know what had done it; it was like this when they got back just now. They stood in the workshop that remained where they often refitted their guns and tools.

“If you go in without me,” said Smokey. “I'll understand, I really will. Honestly I'm kinda digging the world out here in a weird way.”

“No,” said Shadow. “I am not leaving family behind. You are coming in with me.”

“Dude, I respect your determination,” said Devil. “But I don't think there's anyway to hide her wings in a way that won't make them check her.”

“She won't be hiding them,” said Shadow. “Not on her back at least.”

Shadow walked to the wall, reaching a claw and grabbing a hack saw. He opened a medical kit meant for injuries in the workshop, retrieving two CAT tourniquets and bandages.

“You're kidding,” Devil arched an eyebrow.

“What's that for?” Smokey asked.

“Hold her down, Devil,” said Shadow. “We're not going in without my only living family member.”

Devil didn't take orders from Shadow in any normal condition, but he supposed he owed him. As much as he hated to hold down a cute mare, Devil moved up behind Smokey and pushed her down to the floor. He pinned her belly-down, mounting her in the process but trying not to be TOO personal about it. He grasped her front legs and pulled them back to hold them still. She whimpered a little but otherwise didn't struggle as much as he expected.

“Sorry, filly,” Devil commented. “Really, I am. But unless you got a better idea, this is what's happening.”

“No, it's fine,” Smokey shivered as she stretched out her right wing as if to offer it first.

He hadn't met Smokey more than a few times and didn't know a lot about her, but Devil swore her shivering felt less like fear and more like arousal. It was confirmed when Smokey rolled her hips back to grind her plot against Devil's groin. That would definitely give him a problem.

“She won't struggle as much as you think,” Shadow rolled his eyes. “I'm more worried she'll annoy me by enjoying it too much. I sure wish I remembered what I did wrong for her to turn out that way.”

Shadow tied the first tourniquet around the base of the right wing, pulling it tight to cut off the blood flow there. He laid the blade against her joint, then dragged across it. The blade sliced through flesh easily, but grinded against the bone itself. Less blood came than one might expect thanks to the tourniquet, but there was no way it was less than agonizing.

Yet Smokey moaned as her father sawed at the wing, even if convulsions of agony accompanied it. The wing shivered, the other outstretching in excitement, not to mention her hips more insistently pushing back against him. Devil's sheath thickened and soon was spilling out. Her tail, normally always tucked down between her thighs, raised and wrapped around his plot invitingly. As Shadow concentrated on the grotesque task at claw, Smokey looked back at Devil and mouthed the words 'Buck me'.

Well that was... unexpected. It wasn't a good idea, but Devil led the Devil Hunters, and Smokey wanted to get membership. Devil had never shied away from mounting mares on his team, and stallions on occasion. A warm wet hole might be just what he needed to relax given the situation.

The sound of the saw dragging across the bone was grating. Smokey's moans were muffled now because Shadow had placed a knee on her muzzle to hold it shut as he sawed. He was half way through the bone already, but it was tiring work even for a cyber-pony-dragon-thing.

Devil grinned, pushing his shaft beneath the tail and going for the gold only to find the gold not there. Or at least the gold he expected to find wasn't there. His tip nuzzled against the back of a ball sack, Smokey glancing back again and blushing as she stifled another moan. Devil would have never known since Smokey's shirt covered down to her belly and she hadn't untucked her tail until now. She had an feminine shape to her head so he didn’t even consider it.

It only took him a moment to recover though, and he wasn't turning down any hole-related stress relief at the moment. Devil glanced around, but there wasn't anything safe to use as a lubricant. He shrugged and leaned his head to his own crotch. Shadow was too distracted to even notice it when Devil went down on himself, slurping at his own stiffening shaft and slathering it in his saliva. It wouldn't be enough for a normal stallion, but he figured a pony slutty enough to want it up the ass during surgery could take it.

No doubt she didn't want gentle, so Devil didn't hold back. This time he aimed beneath her tail and pressed against her tight pucker though it'd seen plenty of use from how it flexed around his tip. Smokey moaned and arched her back as it sank in, and Devil didn't stop until his balls lay against Smokey's.

Shadow cracked the first wing off at the same time, so he thought that caused the sudden moan. He didn't notice Devil's hip motions as he pushed in and out of the damp hole. It felt more lubricated than it should, and Devil wondered if this little tramp kept herself lubed so she could get mounted at any time. Devil was starting to like Shadow's 'daughter'.

Devil released Smokey's front hooves since she obviously wouldn’t struggle. As Shadow finished bandaging the first stump and moved the saw to the other wing, Devil stopped hiding what he was doing. Shadow still concentrated too hard to notice as Devil grasped Smokey's flank and pounded her ass hard in time with the sawing motion grinding away at the second wing.

That hole was just too good though, clenching and squeezing, rippling over his shaft. Devil thrust as fast as he could, no longer moving in time with the saw blade. Shadow noticed the impacts and looked back at him.

“What the buck are you doing?” demanded Shadow as he realized that Devil was doing a lot more than holding Smokey.

“Bucking your daughter up her asshole,” grinned Devil. “Got a problem with that? Lighten up; it's not like I'm raping her."

“Oh for Break’s flaming orgasms,” groaned Shadow. “Why do you have to be such a slut, Smokey?”

Shadow didn't bother holding Smokey's muzzle shut anymore, putting all his strength into sawing off the second wing. Smokey's squeal echoed through the workshop, as did the loud slap of Devil's body against her plot.

“Yes!” Smokey moaned. “Daddy's right, I'm a slut. Fuck my cum trap as you chop me up! Oh I’ve never felt anything that hurt this much, and it’s amazing!”

“Damn it, she really is,” Devil grinned.

His body convulsed as he pumped a load of thick seed into Smokey's posterior, continuing to pack his cum as deep as he could. He slowed and pushed himself fully inside, enjoying the inner spasms as Smokey creamed herself. She spilled a load of her own cum on the floor beneath them, leaving a white swirl in the blood puddle. Devil had never seen somepony that could cum like that from anal without at least having their dick touched.

Shadow cracked off the second wing, tossing it to the side to twitch to a stop. There was no reason to dispose of it when they weren't coming back here. He bandaged the second stump.

“Yeees,” Smokey moaned, speaking more loudly than ever. “Now you buck me up the ass, Daddy, while Devil saws off my legs! I want to be your buck pillow to spit roast whenever you want!”

“Holy bucking shit,” Devil panted. Okay, this one was too intense even for him. This girl had some damage.

“She's kidding,” Shadow said as he finished. “She better be at least, because I'm not putting my dick in my daughter or letting her be a buck pillow. So get your cock out of her before I saw it off and let’s get to Stable 27.”

Devil smirked. Shadow was embarrassed as all Tartarus, but he still called her 'daughter' as she wanted, so he must not have minded her antics too much. Who knew he was a decent dad?

“Sure thing,” Devil stood, sliding out of her. “But expect me to borrow her our first night in the stable for a proper bucking. And a lot of other nights. And days.”

They replaced Smokey's shirt with one that didn't have wing holes in the back, then covered her back enough that the stumps wouldn't show. They made sure not to pile it so high they'd check for wings. Since only Shadow registered, she wouldn't be listed, so he’d say she was his daughter and take her in as immediate family. That assumed Shadow's profile didn't say 'pegasus' on the front page. If it did, this would be a short attempt.

POV: Winter Quill

It was a less than an ideal idea to pick up his favorite book at the Canterlot archives on his way to Stable 27. It was even less wise to pack some of his favorite tech that he'd swiped during his tenure at the Ministry of Magitech, but he wanted to be useful enough on the inside to get good quarters.

Winter very much wished he'd headed their earlier as the shield flickered above him. He was supposed to be helping the others with the CME systems, but he was done with this. He didn't see how they could get the thing to fire, so it was only a matter of time before Cloudsdale melted their city into glass.

Winter Quill, 32-year-old male unicorn, Mega-spell Navigation System Technician, Ministry of Magitech.

Besides, being a technician while Daybreaker fired it was one thing, but Winter wasn't pulling the trigger on something like that himself no matter where it was aimed. So instead, he’d grabbed his personal computer gear in his saddlebags and ran for the shelter.

As he raced onward, he caught up with a small cart. He recognized it as a filly guide wagon-carts they pulled around to sell cookies, though a filly guide was pulling it rather than one of their teachers as usual. Given the current situation, the teacher was likely dead.

Winter was about to run up behind them and offer to pull it himself when gunfire split the air. It was much closer than the other blasts and Winter dove behind the nearest bench as cover as if that would stop what sounded like minigun fire.

But he wasn't the target. The filly guard cart was riddled with lead, high-pitched screams ringing out before several went silent and others turned into wet gagging or sobbing. Winter wanted to think they hit the cart on accident, but who knew with these assholes?

Hoping to find survivors, Winter ran up to the cart. One filly was trying to drag herself towards Stable 27, but there was no way she'd make it as both hind legs were missing. She’d bleed out and there was nothing Winter could do about it. Another filly lay next to her, eyes rolled back having a seizure after taking a bullet to the gut. One glance inside the cart and Winter's urge to vomit only increased.

There was one lucky filly though. A tiny little sobbing guide, which Winter yanked out of the cart and put on his back. She had a broken leg from a earlier injury but could be saved. Most of the others had bandages too, which was probably why they were pulled in a cart instead of running.

Ginger Snap, 8-year-old female earth pony, filly guide

The filly guide had light yellow coat and striped mane and tail of alternating dark and light orange. She wore her filly guide sash and collar, covered in her little badges, and even had her hat on, over-sized on her tiny head..

He reluctantly left the others and galloped onward. The one that lost her legs screamed at him to come back, and he felt even more sick as he forced himself to ignore her pleas.

They had formed five lines when Winter got to Stable 27, so the checking in process proceeded faster than it could have. There was a Stable-Tec representative, two griffons from the Talon Company, and one of the mercenary groups hired by Canterlot all running lines. The fifth line was run by... he didn't know what that was. A cyber-pony-dragon-thing? Whatever, as long as it helped and didn't eat him.

“Sweetie, what's your name?” Winter asked the sobbing filly guide on his back.

“We have to go get my friends!” she screamed.

“Sweetheart I am so sorry,” Winter said. “But there's no way to save them and I can only carry you. Now please I need to know your name! Are you registered at Stable 27?”

“Ginger Snap,” said the little one between choked sobs.

“Oh,” Winter blinked. He recognized the name; she was the voice of the filly guide commercials on the radio; he'd always thought she had such a cute voice.

No! Don't think about her that way! He was done with that!

“Name?” the young female griffon that was running his line asked. She wasn't bad looking herself, and clean given the situation. She seemed somehow familiar though.

“Um, Winter Quill,” Winter said. “This is Ginger Snap. We're both registered.”

At least he hoped Ginger was too.

“I don’t find a Ginger Snap,” Gale peered at him.

“S-she’s my daughter,” Winter claimed. “That’s allowed, right?” When she looked incredulous, he shook his head. “Please, she’s only a filly.”

“Fine, I’ll let you both in,” the griffon said. “The Overmare said to give females preference. Snatched up a filly guide though? Nice. Bet you’ll have fun with her tonight.”

“Snatched up?” Winter shook his head. “Well, I saved her on the way.”

“Don't you remember me?” the griffon smirked.

Winter blinked and did the instant she said it.

“Gale?” Winter blinked. “Um, hi?”

This was an awkward time to have one of his most shameful deeds come back to haunt him. While he carried a foal on his back no less.

“Yeah head on in,” Gale said, but her tail smacked his plot as he continued. “Don’t be any gentler with her than you were with me, or I’ll be jealous, pervert.”

POV: Cream Heart

Must get there in time. Must get there! Cream Heart had never galloped so hard in her life.

Cream Heart, 26-year-old female earth pony, foal caregiver

But she couldn't stop. There was no way. She had to get her little Button into Stable 27 before the mega-spell hit, and she had a sick feeling it was imminent. She carried nothing but Button's curled up, whimpering form, having dropped all their other supplies and belongings to get him there as soon as possible.

Button Mash, 10-year-old male earth pony, gamer

She didn't even stop when she passed the grotesque spectacle of a filly guide cart that had been shot to pieces. There was a filly guide in front which had dragged herself several hoof-steps despite her hind legs being gone. She tried not to look and ran past them.

“No Mom stop!” Button cried out. “That's my friend Amber Tea! We have to stop and help her!”

“She's too far gone, sweetheart,” Cream shook her head, not slowing.

“But Mom!” Button whimpered as Amber cried out his name and held out a remaining front hoof.

Button tried to scamper off her back to run to his friend, but Cream was ready. She grasped the back of his neck like a momma cat holding its kitten, holding him tightly as she galloped.

“No!” Button yelled as he struggled. “I hate you, Mom, you left her to die!”

He didn't mean that, she knew he didn't. Besides, it couldn't be helped; she had to put his protection above the lives of any other pony in this city or world. Every other family member she knew of was dead, she couldn't let anything befall Button.

“Name?” the frightening metal draconic creature would have made Cream nervous, but right now she was thankful for his service.

“Cream Heart,” said Cream as she let Button go of Button with her muzzle and held the crying colt with one foreleg instead. “This is Button Mash. We're on the list!”

“Adult mare... colt... gotcha,” said the creature. “Head in, quick as you can.”

Cream didn't delay, grabbing Button again in her teeth and running as fast as she could towards the stable door. The loudest boom she had ever heard rang out behind her, and the whole sky lit up so brightly that it was like the sun itself was falling towards them. Tears streamed down her face, legs burning in exhaustion, but she only ran faster.

“Into the stable NOW!” the older griffon yelled behind her. Everyone in the vicinity, registered or not, rushed towards the stable door.

Only when she was inside did Cream turn to see. She saw far to the other end of the cathedral and out the door as Cloudsdale lit up like a giant bonfire in the sky. So many dead in an instant. The Canterlot shield held against the blast wave, but it was doubtful it held out all the radiation.

Even if it did, they weren’t safe. The final pegasus suicide squadron had gotten through and the coronal mass ejection had blinded Canterlot's defenses. A burst of green shimmering rainbow exploded from the center of Canterlot as they hit the ground, ripping their bodies to ribbons and expanding outwards, shattering entire buildings in its wake.

“Close the door NOW!” a voice nearby shouted.

Stable 27's huge door ground closed even as frantic ponies rushed through it. The final one had a hind leg crushed as it closed, but still looked relieved to be mostly there. A series of muffled screams and impacts could be heard as the ponies outside beat their hooves into fragments against the door.

That stopped the instant the blast wave hit. The entire stable shook and the door creaked as if it barely held. As the thick door glowed red hot, the pony with her leg caught tore it off to avoid the heat, but at least it cauterized the poor pony's stump.

A few moments later, the rumbling died and the only sound were the weeping and panicking of the surrounding ponies. Cream hugged Buttons close and kissed his head as he curled up in fear. At least he was safe, and that’s how he would stay so long as she lived.

“Are the radiation detectors online outside?” asked a white unicorn with pink mane. She had a gold trim on her stable suit, so maybe she was the Overmare?

“Some near the edge,” said an orange unicorn with a goatee standing at the maneframe terminal nearby. “Can't get clear readings though. They're... they're maxed out.”

“Well then,” the Overmare said, sounding far too jovial. “At least we won't get any sales ponies knocking at our door. Now please tell me this place has hard cider.”

3. Welcome to Despair

Author's Note

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3. Welcome to Despair

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Figure Eight

The world ended eight months ago.

After so long inside this dull, sterile shelter, the radiation readings outside only recently dropped below the most their sensors could detect. To step outside would mean death, or worse.

Worse because as their few working cameras on the surface showed, not every dead in the city stopped moving. The unlucky ones became irradiated ghouls, reanimated by the dark necrotic energy required to create such horrific megaspells. Most were feral, shambling around, usualy performing whatever act they had died doing on repeat. Dead civilians huddled shivering in corners, dead suppliers stood behind counters or trotted rounds with supply wagons, and dead soldiers continued to fight, doing their best to kill their already-dead enemies. In a way, the battle never ended.

Some were sane enough to scratch at the door and beg for entry. They couldn’t let them in though. Even if it wasn't radioactive outside, the ghouls were. The Overmare ordered they not respond to them over the speaker to the outside, hoping they'd assume no one was alive in the stable and desist.

Figure Eight felt guilty that she made it to safety when the world was in flames above her; so many dead deserved to make it here. Stable 27 wasn't a terrible place to live: she had a nice room to live in with Berry Brew, food and decent recreation areas, and enough raw material to last centuries if used well.

The Overmare even let Berry brew 'futa' potions, as she called them for some reason, so that the mare couple could conceive their own foals. Figure and Berry were now both happy and pregnant with their wife's offspring, each only a month from bearing. That didn't keep them from having to work as much still needed done, but at least they got extra days off.

They didn't have everything she wanted though. They'd spend the rest of their lives here, but the stable didn't have room to build a skating rink. As she feared, Figure would never use her special talent again. Instead, they put her to work in the hydroponic farms where their food grew. It wasn't a bad task even when difficult, but it wasn't her destiny.

“Eighty?” a garbled voice broke Figure's thoughts as she lay in bed.

She blinked awake, realizing that Berry wasn't in bed with her. That wasn't too unusual since Berry worked in medical and was often called away for an emergency. A stable full of frightened and panicked ponies had a lot of sudden injuries.

“Figure Eight!”

Figure realized it was coming from her pipbuck, the personal computer and communication device strapped to her right front leg. Everyone was given one and were required to wear them at all times. They were told to wear blue 'stable barding' too, though almost nopony did and the Overmare hadn't bothered to enforce that rule so far. She pulled it up and flicked the screen on to find static, but that was Berry Brew's voice.

“Berry?” asked Figure. “Where are you?”

“Figure, listen carefully,” Berry sounded serious. “I need you to come down to the magi-tech lab on the lower level. Tell nopony you're coming, just come.”

“What's wrong?” asked Figure. “Is that section even open yet?”

“Trust me,” Berry said and cut the communication.

Figure punched in Berry's code again, but the radio wouldn't connect. So she staggered out of bed and tried to get her wits about her before leaving her room.

The magi-tech lab? They hadn’t even scheduled that section to open yet. For now, most worked in vital areas like hydroponics and water services to make sure they had those in complete working order first. Still Figure trusted Berry, so she had to have a good reason for calling her down there. Perhaps she just wanted to get frisky somewhere no pony went. They weren't the kinkiest couple, but they had their moments.

Not telling any pony was easy. Figure slept in on her day off and most ponies had gone to the areas they worked. Ponies that could work did since the alternative to making oneself useful wasn't pleasant. The Overmare acted nice up front, if eccentric, but she felt like the type that would banish somepony to the surface for stepping out of line, and her wife had a tendency to randomly lick her lips at ponies.

And that griffon she made head of security didn't pull punches. Owning a young sex slave and viewing rape as a valid punishment didn't hurt his intimidation factor.

There were no guards stopping her from going into the unused levels, which Figure always thought was odd, but maybe they couldn't spare them. Crimson restricted it since Stable-Tec built labs were not safe. She wanted to have time for their brighter minds to scavenge through it before others stumbled in unawares. Figure was sure Berry hadn't gone anywhere dangerous though.

Upon entering the wing, Figure found it to be far larger than she expected. An attempt to pull its map up on her pipbuck proved fruitless, and there wasn't even a map on the wall here as there was in most sections. However there were arrow signs pointing to different places like everywhere in the stable. It looked like the scientists would live in this area as it had its own rooms, dining hall, and kitchen. Most of the rest of it was various labs and warehouses.

Figure didn't like this. It'd upset her if Berry brought her here for silliness, but all she could do was to go. After another failed attempt to call Berry, the only thing Figure had to go on was a recently-drawn arrow pointing towards the dining hall. It looked drawn with a crayon, but was so straight that it must have been done by one of the automagic cleaner bots.

“Don't fucking move,” a deep voice behind her said. “Wait... you? Why would you ponynap my daughter?”

Before she turned to see who it was, Figure heard the click of a gun priming. She thought better, instead sitting up on her haunches and raising her front hooves into the air.

“W-what?” Figure said. “I wouldn't do anything like that! I came here because my wife called me down here!”

Figure jerked as she felt the barrel of a gun pressed to the back of her head, but hoped they wouldn't shoot a pregnant mare without being very certain. She shivered as a second figure walked in front of her, Devil Rose, a mercenary that had helped with the evacuation on the final day. That meant the one holding a gun to her head was Shadow, his cyber-monstrosity of a friend. She didn't know Shadow well, but he was rather hard to miss. Devil had a gun, though not drawn, and his signature sword and dagger. He didn't come unprepared for a fight.

But Shadow's daughter had been pony napped? Who would do that?

“She doesn't seem the type,” Devil admitted. “Why are you here, though?”

“M-my wife Berry Brew called me down,” Figure stammered. “She said to come and tell no pony, she had something to show me.”

“Is that so?” Shadow moved the gun from her head and stepped around in front of her, still cautious. “I got a message saying if I didn't want my daughter rammed up the cunt with a hot fire poker, I'd come with nopony other than Devil.”

“It'll confuse them when they do that and she moans,” Devil smirked. He seemed to take this as a bad joke.

“Shut up,” growled Shadow.

“But why would they?” Figure shook her head. “Did you confirm if she was here?” As security, Devil and Shadow should be able to track pipbucks.

“We tried, but the whole place is a dead area,” said Shadow. “I can't get any readings on who is down here, but can't find her anywhere else.”

“My radio is dead too,” said Devil. “I hate to sound like a chicken, but we should take this up with other security regardless of what they told us.”

As if on cue, a high-pitched beep signified that the door into the magi-tech labs had sealed shut. It locked with a loud clanging.

“That can't be good,” Figure said.

A few seconds later, the announcement screen in the entryway activated. There was one in every room in the stable, so that wasn't unusual, but all it showed was static with a pony-ish figure buried somewhere beneath it.

“Ahem! Ahem!” an odd voice said. “Testing, testing! Mike check, one two! This is a test of the lab broadcast system! Am I on? Can every pony hear me? Ooops! I mean can every CREATURE hear me? Racism is bad, kids!... anyway, well then!”

The voice was playful and cartoonish. It filled Figure with an unnerving dread as she might feel if she saw somepony pointing and laughing at a pile of murdered civilians.

“Ah, to all incoming game participants,” the voice continued. “I would like to begin the entrance ceremony at... right now! Please make your way to this wing’s dining hall at your earliest convenience... That's all. I'll be waaaitiiing!”

As abruptly as it came on, the screen flickered off again.

“Game?” Devil arched his eyebrow.

“Whatever it is, looks like we're stuck for now,” Shadow confirmed after checking the exit. “These doors are the same metal as the stable door, so there's no getting out. Anything that would get through it would kill us in the process.”

“Stay behind us,” Devil sighed to Figure. “Watch for anything coming from behind.”

He drew his own pistol, which lay on his head as he held the trigger in his muzzle and crept towards the dining hall. He even had a knife and a sword within easy reach around his midsection. He really came prepared.

The worse scenarios surfaced in her head. What if Berry was ponynapped and forced to call her? But who could commit a double ponynapping here? Their pipbucks could only be removed by the wearer and informed security and medical of anomalies. The system was so psionically sensitive that Figure had security show because she got scared after having a nightmare, so getting ponynapped or knocked out should sound stable-wide alarms.

They headed down a long hallway with doors on either side. Devil and Shadow showed their military side by opening each one and waving their gun around the room to make sure no pony was there before continuing onward. As they continued, they heard a conversation around the next corner of the hall.

“So I look our sensei right in her dick,” one voice said as if telling a story. “And I was like 'Yep! You're a real chi hero'.”

Devil and Shadow shot around the corner, both training pistols on the ones conversing. Who they found was the Overmare Crimson and her wife Tella, having stopped for story-time in the middle of the crisis, but why were they even here?

“I would have stabbed you up the cunt for saying that, not just tried to cut off your ears,” Tella responded to the Overmare's last statement without appearing to notice the two soldiers that pulled guns on them. Or perhaps she didn't care; she was hard to read. The Overmare was probably telling her 'how I got my ear cut' story again. It was always different.

“Overmare!” Devil lowered his gun slightly. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, it's you guys,” the Overmare smiled. That smile always seemed ‘too friendly’. “Nothing like having guns pulled on you by your own security force first thing in the morning!” She sighed wishfully. “Gives me fond memories of working at the Ministry of Magitech. That Starlight knew how to throw a going away party!”

“Get your guns out of our faces,” Tella growled. “Before we have your other guns cut off and fed to you."

“Overmare, please focus,” Shadow said. She was a competent enough ruler, but every pony was used to her eccentric tangents, and he’d learned to ignore her protective wife. “Why are you and your wife here?”

“Because Crimson has been ponynapped, and I was to come here alone if I want to help ki... save her,” said Tella. “Though she doesn't look ponynapped.”

“I was just promised candy,” shrugged the Overmare.

“They tricked you into coming down here?” asked Figure. “Just like us...”

“I think we need to continue on,” Devil said, raising his gun again and heading down the hallway.

Figure Eight moved to walk between the soldiers and the Overcouple, feeling more safe in a larger group.

They met no one else on the way, but the dining hall was packed. Most faces she recognized, though she didn't know any well other than one. Figure galloped straight for where Berry Brew stood, embracing her as they both sighed in relief. They hugged, standing on their haunches, though their pregnant guts got in the way a bit as they embraced.

“Eighty!” Berry said. “I was scared you were hurt! I got a message from you telling me to come down here, but it looks like every pony here got similar weird messages to trick them. And then that announcement...”

“I got the same message from some pony that sounded like you,” confirmed Figure. “What's going on?”

“That's what I'd like to know!” Gale said, standing next to them. “I was promised extra rations for a few hours in my holes and I expect to get it.”

“Um, aren't you days if not hours from laying an egg?” Sunburst, sitting nearby, asked Gale as he arched an eyebrow.

A lot of females in the stable were near to giving birth, actually. Maybe the near extinction of life had encouraged them to make more of it, though in Gale’s case it wasn’t her choice when or if she did.

“And I'm one more day than that from having another one in me, knowing 'Daddy',” smirked Gale. “He loves this underage cunt.”

Security Chief Thunder, Gale's twice-her-age 'owner', glared at Gale in warning for her to be quiet, but she only smirked.

“Well, your pussy isn't underage thanks to recent laws,” said the Overmare. “But I can raise the age back if that'll make it kinkier for you. I keep forgetting I can change laws and stuff now!”

“H-how can you talk like that with a straight face?” Sunburst stared.

“I'm about to ram my hoof right up her straight ass if she keeps it up,” Tella glared at her wife. She'd never made her aversion for Thunder and Gale's relationship a secret. Figure imagined that the Overmare got regular ear fulls from her wife for allowing Thunder and Gale's 'arrangement' to stand.

Figure looked to see who else was here. Gale stood with Thunder while Sunburst sat next to Night Light. It figured they would be together since Sunburst was one of the few friends the poor unicorn had. Cream Heart was nearby hugging her son Button Mash, and there was Winter Quill with a shivering Ginger Snap curled up on his back. The filly wore her filly guide uniform as she often did. There was also the strangely named Dangerous Magic, one of the few not-pregnant females Figure knew fairly well.

Regardless, this was an odd assortment.

Shadow went to where Smokey Quartz stood, his daughter, giving her a reluctant but relieved hug. Devil took a stance beside him, eyeing the room and not lowering his gun too much. Smokey wasn't pregnant either, but that was less unusual since it'd become fairly well known that she had a penis.

“Did they tell you I was hurt?” asked Smokey. “They told me the buck ball team that made it in wanted to...”

“Shut. Up,” Shadow cut her off, but did not cease his hug. “For Break's sake, why are you such a pin cushion?”

“Upupupupup,” that same laughter echoed over the intercom, followed by a gagging and a throat clearing. “Sorry. Hiiiii.”

The screen in the dining hall flickered on, this time showing a large green eye, as if somepony stood far too close to the camera. When she stepped back, they saw the grinning face of their tormentor. She didn't look especially special, though familiar somehow. She had a gray coat and short purple mane styled so straight that it might cut somepony.

She wore a pith helmet and a green shirt covering her upper body, like she was planning on trekking through the jungle or something. Her cutie mark, a quill crossed over a letter opener, also seemed a bit familiar. When she backed away from the camera, one could see a number of monitors on the wall behind her, one of which showed the currently full dining hall and another the entrance through which they entered this wing. Was she watching them?

“Paper Cut?” the Overmare blinked.

Anything catching their weird leader off-guard wasn't a good sign, but Figure Eight now realized why she seemed familiar. This was the character from the cover of the book series that Crimson wrote. Figure never read them because they were apparently rather gory, but they'd been fairly popular before the world melted. The Overmare claimed to have gotten inspiration from someone at the Ministry of Forgotten Knowledge who wanted to write about her own adventures, but couldn’t due to them being classified.

“Oh hello there, Mistress!” Paper smirked. “Weren't expecting me? What were you expecting?”

“To be honest, I expected a robot teddy bear,” Crimson shrugged.

“Cute,” Paper narrowed her eyes as she sat back in a chair. She picked up a glass of wine next to her and took a sip. “Okay then! Welcome to all participants of the killing games! We got 16 participants not counting fetuses, right? I'll be your ultimate host, Paper Cut!”

“What in Tartarus kind of prank is this, Overmare?” Thunder growled. “That's the main character from the novel series you wrote, right? What is it doing in the maneframe?”

“Tsk,” Crimson said. “First, it's not 'wrote' because I'm still writing and doubt I'll ever stop. Second, you say that as if I put her there. I haven't perfected my method quite that much yet; that'll take another hundred years at least. This has to be an AI.”

“Hold on,” Winter said. “I think we should be more worried about what she said... killing game?”

“I'm glad you asked!” Paper smirked. “Let's go over the basic rules! Then you can all bitch at me how you refuse to participate. Then you can ignore what you said, refuse to do the obvious thing by working together against me, and kill each other! I know how this goes.”

“Get on with it then!” Gale growled. “Once this prank is done, I have half a nap to finish!”

“Don't worry, the rules are easy!” Paper chuckled, spinning in her chair and then rising to dance around the 'room' she was in like a mock ballerina. “First, I should clarify that you are trapped here with no way to communicate with the rest of the stable. They'll realize you're in here fast, but won't dare try to rescue you since they know I'll murder you all and possibly them all if they so much as try. I've had plenty of time to infect every system in the stable, so you're all at my mercy.”

“Don't be stupid,” Shadow said. “How would you even do that?”

“Enough side convo!” said Paper Cut as she sat back down. “I've altered your pipbucks, well the traitor may have helped. I can zap you all with magical feedback!”

“Can anyone other than it confirm if that's possible?” asked Thunder.

“Um, maybe?” said Sunburst. “Pipbucks are powered by a Glimmer cell that could last five centuries. I guess if it discharged it all at once?”

“Isn't that an interesting thing for you to know when the Overmare didn't,” smirked Crimson as she peered back at Sunburst.

“Whoa now!” Sunburst shook his head. “If I had anything to do with this, I wouldn't be volunteering how it's done and risk you stopping it! Besides, Winter knows just as mu-”

“You mean trying to stop it,” Paper cut in. “If you attempted, you'd set it off and kill everyone. Oh but you won’t believe me, so I’ll demonstrate.”

The sniffling of the colt in the back changed to screaming as his body arched with energy. Button's mother grabbed him with a panicked look, then clenched her teeth to absorb as much of the energy blast as she could with her own body. The result left them smoldering, but still alive, given his sobbing and her stroking his head.

“Stop it!” screamed Cream Heart. “I swear if you hurt him again...”

“You’ll shriek at me again?” Paper Cut rolled her eyes. “Brave of you to absorb the energy to save his life, but I wasn't going to kill him, yet… okay I might have killed him. I got excited! Couldn't really help it... it was my first time!”

“Why would you demonstrate on a foal?!” Figure demanded, too shocked to be timid.

“Because the sound of foals crying makes me So. Wet,” Paper Cut licked her lips, then chuckled. “Okay, I’m sorry. That was a lie. As an AI, I can’t actually get wet. That’s usually a bad idea for electronic life forms.”

“She's not wrong,” said Tella, rolling her own eyes back at the sound. That mare freaked Figure right the buck out.

“Even if she couldn't,” said Crimson. She wasn't laughing anymore, but she didn't seem as worried as she should be. “The magitech labs have a sterilization system in case experiments get out of hoof. If she can get into our systems enough to turn off our pipbuck communications, she can turn on the neurotoxin down here too. We can find gas masks and even cake in the lab warehouse, but that stuff is toxic if it so much as touches your skin.”

“What?” Cream cried from her corner. “Why would they even have a system like that? This is insane! Just let us out of here!”

“Overly complicated and dangerous systems are what Stable-Tec did best,” sighed Sunburst. “Those damn Flim Flam brothers… We've done almost nothing but deal with their weird and lethal design choices since we arrived, though this is the first time one put our lives at risk.”

“This is why we wanted no one down here,” Crimson said. “And yeah I know, I walked in here too, but I'm bananas. What's your excuse?”

Figure wasn't doing better. All she could do was cling to Berry Brew as her wife petted her head. She resisted hyperventilating as tears streamed down her face. Could this be real? If it was real...

“Good, good,” Paper Cut came close to the screen, then crouched, 'peeking' over the bottom edge. “And now the rules! Well the BASIC rules. I'll explain what I mean by that in a moment.”

As Paper read off the rules, they printed on the screen above her. The group was too stunned to comment until she finished.

Rule #1: There is a traitor among you. If the traitor dies or three days pass without a death, you win. I will unlock the exit on this side so you can leave.

Rule #2: Only face-to-face communication is allowed. That means no magic, no pipbucks, not even writing things down.

Rule #3: The Body Discovery Announcement plays whenever a dead body is discovered by three or more participants. This includes the killer if they left the scene and returned, but not if they haven't returned yet after the murder.

Ruler #4: An NG Code Violation Announcement plays whenever a participant breaks a rule. The other participants then have one hour to kill them or they die instead.

“These horse-apples just keeps coming, amiright?” Paper commented as a second screen filled.

Rule #5: Some have extra rules assigned, but if you suspect someone has figured out your personal rule, you must kill them within one hour.

Rule #6: Dead bodies cannot be moved horizontally more than 63.7% of a hoof step or preserved until the game is over.

Rule #7: No destroying equipment vital to the continuation of the game, including security cameras and monitors.

Last Rule: Paper Cut must also follow the rules and is not allowed to lie to participants. She may add new rules, but she may remove none.

“You can't be serious,” Danger gasped. “But why?”

“Traitor from where?” Thunder locked on to the military aspect.

“Who knows?” shrugged Paper Cut.

"The only faction we know of that may still exist is the New Lunar Republic," Winter pointed out quietly. "Didn't we detect scans from them a few weeks ago?"

But we faked a reactor overload signal when we detected them!" Sunburst said. "Nightmare and Midnight would think we're all dead down here!”

“Well, Midnight at least,” commented Crimson. “All information shows that Nightmare defected from the NLR when she found out Midnight engineered Daybreaker's rather kinky assassination."

"Apparently having her sister raped to death was a step too far," Tella commented. "What a prude.”

“With all the defections, it's hard to keep track of who is on whose side!” Paper Cut giggled. “But anyway, that's what makes the stakes in this game so high! If the traitor is from the NLR, they might get a message to Midnight! You better believe if they told her, she'd be on her way as soon as the radiation clears, even if it's generations from now. So I guess you're doing this to save your grandfoals, but I'm sure none of you are selfish assholes that hate your grandfoals.”

“Why like this?” Night Light asked. “Why make a game of it instead of just sending the message?”

“Well if I were an NLR traitor doing this, the answer would be for fun,” Paper Cut leaped up and splayed all fours, floating around the screen in a somewhat lewd pose with her anatomically correct AI avatar. “Like the BEST kind of fun. Believe me, if I could masturbate I'd be taking both my front legs to the shoulder right now! Damn being a bodyless AI!” She shook one hoof at the ceiling.

“Oh, you would like that wouldn't you,” mumbled Cream at Night Light, barely audible over the sound of Ginger and Button crying. “You would want them to just send the message.”

“She's right,” Winter Quill added. “Everyone here knows who the most likely traitor is.”

“What?” Night Light shook his head. “That's insane! What would be the point of making a game of it if the answer was that obvious!”

“That would be too obvious,” said Danger, one of the few willing to come to Night's aid. Somepony saving her life would have that effect though.

“Or,” Tella said. “You made the game less obvious by making it seem too obvious?”

“Um, before you go accusing each other, there's something you should do,” Paper Cut added. “I advise you to check if you have extra rules, lest you break them on accident. But remember, show no indication you have one if you do! I'll be nice and give you a minute to look for them before you have to obey them, since it'd be unfair to ding you before you knew. It's on your stats screen, by the way.”

Figure Eight pried herself away from her shock enough to pull up her pipbuck. She moved to the screen that showed her health, which were still there, but something imposed words over it. She scrolled down the rules, finding an extra one in red appended at the end. Her whole body felt cold as she read it.

That wasn’t fair! How was she supposed to follow that?!

Next to her, Berry Brew looked at her own. She clenched her teeth as she flipped the screen away, taking a deep breath. So she and her wife both had extras? Of course neither could tell what their codes were, or show they knew the other had one, but Figure's would be difficult to explain later without giving away that it was a rule.

Figure glanced around the room, feeling sick at herself as she considered how to manage it. She didn't want herself or her fetus to die because she broke it, or for any pony else to die for her to live after breaking it, so she had to try. She just hoped they’d forgive her for following it...

The others looked at their own one by one. Figure just looked up, pretending to look relieved as if she didn't have one.

“Eh,” Crimson sounded bored when she looked at hers. Or was she disappointed she didn't have one? She would be. Though it beat Tella, who took a full minute to even glance at her pipbuck, as if not considering it too important to check, before smirking for seemingly no reason.

“Oh thank Break,” sighed Devil unconvincingly. “No code for me.”

“Oh dear,” said Danger, breathless, then turned it off again. “I mean, I wonder who has them.”

“What,” Gale deadpanned, then added. “I mean, saying you don't have one is pointless since we aren’t allowed to say.”

Thunder, standing next to Gale, just sighed and looked over at Crimson, specifically at her plot. This was an odd time for him to oogle at his lesbian superior, especially given he didn't prefer ponies.

“Right,” Winter swallowed hard and put his pipbuck away too, but looked at Paper as if she’d just shot his childhood pet. Ginger still looked scared on his back, but at least she'd stopped crying.

“Monsters,” Night Light took a deep breath. “So that's why you wanted us to read them before we made accusations. There's no telling what it required ponies to do.”

Sunburst had the least reaction, perhaps being the most logical about it. He took one look at his screen, turned off his pipbuck, and walked to one side of the room to sit by himself. Figure started to think everypony had one aside from the traitor. Maybe that was why they couldn’t say if they had one.

“Sorry, everypony,” Sunburst sighed. “I mean... I should have noticed an AI intrusion like this.”

“Yes, you should have,” Crimson peered at him. “You may as well paint 'I'm the traitor' on your forehead making comments like that.”

These comments didn't make Figure feel well and had no idea which referred to rules. If they had rules like Figure's, this would get very unpleasant very fast.

“Don't worry,” Paper rolled her eyes. “None of them are unfair, like I didn’t tell you to kill anyone or something. Well... you might have to kill them in self-defense, depending on how they react to what it requires you to do.”

"Are you sure security can't rescue us?” Smokey asked, then looked as if she regretted speaking and added towards Paper Cut. “You um... bucking horn-head.”

“Please,” Paper Cut rolled her eyes. “Everypony knows security forces are next to useless in these situations. If they do show up, they get waxed by the villain to show how badass the villain is! Do you really want to put your hope in such an unreliable bunch of losers?”

“Everyone stop talking to it,” Thunder raised his voice. “It wants us to stop thinking logically and we can't do that. Now first, Overmare? Can we agree that crimes committed while here will not necessarily be pardoned? If ponies think they will be, it will make that thing's job easier.”

“Sure, I'll go with that,” Crimson smirked. “It's cute how you think you're in charge though.”

“It's disgusting it what is is,” said Tella. “A male that thinks he can command females, even own one?”

“I'm head of security,” said Thunder. “And this is a military situation which means I am in charge. And that ownership was allowed by your wife.”

“I have a question for both 'it' and the Overmare,” said Sunburst.

“Are you sure?” Paper waggled her eyebrows.

Sunburst sighed. “Geeze... never mind, I have no questions.”

“I'll ask one. I can't be the only one thinking it,” said Gale. “Regardless of who knows what about pipbucks, isn't the Overmare the only one that can alter pipbuck data? You yourself said before that you change the main password every week to make sure, so how did someone else get in?”

“Well, Stable-Tec created these systems,” said Crimson.

“That is a legit defense for any failure in a stable,” sighed Sunburst.

“Hey!” Tella growled. “Don't go thinking you can accuse her! She's already in control of the stable and has access to all the communications equipment. If she wanted to betray us to the NLR, she wouldn't have taken steps to hide us from their scans to begin with!”

“And,” Berry pointed out. “Her own book character being the AI persona seems a little too... overt. I mean why not have a Midnight Sparkle AI?”

“Because she's not as funny as me,” said Paper. “Seriously! Midnight freaks the buck out at the drop of a hat. She really needs a nice relaxing vacation.”

“She didn't freak out that much,” Night Light said, looking ashamed of his own words. “She was just... under a lot of stress.” The defense of the daughter he always claimed to have disowned drew a few glances.

“Stop it,” growled Thunder. “My disagreement with her aside, I think we can rule out the Overmare.”

“Oh?” asked Paper. “And who else are we 'ruling out'? We could rule out the foals since no foal could be secretly evil. How about the military types that fought so faithfully for Equestria? If they were paid to, at least.”

“No,” chuckled Crimson. “Ruling ponies out, including myself, without very compelling reasons isn't any better than blindly accusing them, don't you think?”

“A decent point,” admitted Thunder. “Regardless, as head of security it is my duty to protect the lives of everyone here, including this traitor, so I can question them.”

“Well aren’t you a clever little birdie?” asked Paper Cut. “Implying you’re not the traitor without actually saying it!”

“We need to stay calm,” Thunder ignored Paper. “And we need to forgive any uncharacteristic things ponies do since they might just be adhering to an unknown extra rule.”

“B-but you said crimes won't be pardoned,” Figure said, then bit her lip afterward, wondering if she shouldn't have.

“Will not necessarily be pardoned,” corrected Thunder. “It depends on what the result of said crime is, and how hard the perpetrator tried to minimize damage while following their 'rule'.”

“I can tell you,” said Crimson. “Every one of us, including myself, is going to cryo-rehab after this. We’ll all need it. So I guess the worst you act, the further we'll dig around in your head with a rusty spoon.”

Should that make them feel better? Because it made Figure Eight feel worse. She didn't want Stable-Tec brand psionics trying to 'make things better' in her brain.

“Sorry to bring this up again,” said Shadow. “But weren't there rumors that Crimson was an NLR spy?”

“Oh yes,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “Definitely a spy. That's why Daybreaker let me keep my post as Minister of Propaganda instead of letting her faithful student Starlight chop me into pieces for science. More than we can say for you, mecha-dragon. Do you have a metal cock by the way?”

“Would it be that bad if he did?” chuckled Smokey nervously. “Um... demon horse.”

“Maybe I wanna try it out,” smirked Crimson. “Dirt pony.”

“Can we please stop with the racial slurs?” Cream growled, covering Button's ears.

“Um, wasn't your position Minister of News?” asked Berry.

“Isn't that what I said?” Crimson quirked her torn left ear.

“Overmare,” Thunder tried to get the conversation back on track. “This is your book character, right? That means whether you're responsible or not, you may be able to predict the way it does things. Any ideas?”

“Oh yes,” said Paper Cut. “Please explain your brilliant plan where I can hear you. Then again, I can hear you anywhere you can go right now. I suppose you could always pass notes... oh wait no that's against the rules. You could always sacrifice yourself by passing a note and then killing yourself?"

“I have ideas,” shrugged Crimson. “But she's got a point. So I'll just say... if I scream strangely specific orders, obey them without question.”

“Oh, I like that!” Paper Cut said. “You should scream 'Stab your eye with a fork!' in the middle of dinner or something. That'd be hilarious!”

Crimson and Tella held their muzzles as if trying not to laugh at that joke. No one else seemed amused.

“The solution is obvious,” said Thunder. “We stay in a group, even going to the bathroom as one. Don't give the traitor an opportunity to get anyone alone, so they can't kill anyone without immediately being revealed.”

“Oh,” Paper paused for a moment, then swam through the air on the screen. “That's a good point. OK! New rule! Number seven?... no eight! All participants must spend at least eight hours of each day alone. If they don't, they'll get the same alarm that NG code violations get. Oh! But I’ll exempt you from this rule on any day you commit murder... actually I'll go easy on you and say any day you sincerely attempt murder. I'm no monster.”

“You can't just add rules!” Devil growled.

“Current rule nine says I can,” pointed out Paper Cut. “Oh wait! I get it!” She giggled as if Devil had told a joke.

“Buck...” Devil's eyes got wide and backed against a wall. His expression said 'that was a close one' but he didn't utter another word.

“No!” Button screeched. “That's unfair! You can't do that cause... cause...”

“Oh don't get your underage dick in a knot,” Paper Cut rolled her eyes. “I bet it’s not big enough yet, anyway. Your Mommy can help you measure it to check.”

“You can't ask me to leave my son all by himself!” Cream complained.

“I'm not 'asking',” smirked Paper Cut, then waggled her eyebrows. “Maybe you can do something nice for him to make him feel better though.”

“Shut up!” screamed Cream so loud that she gagged afterwards.

“Yes, can you please shut up!” Thunder roared. “This is why I fucking hate AIs. I swear, it’s a 50/50 chance if they’re helpful or decide to kill everyone.”

“Got it, boss! Shutting up now!” Paper Cut zipped her muzzle closed.

“Let's face one problem at a time,” said Thunder. “Our first challenge is to know our environment, since our pipbucks have had the maps for this area deleted. We will split into groups of three or four each to search different sections of the facility.”

“Who will go with him?” Cream asked, motioning to Night Light. “Because me and Button sure as Tartarus won't be in a group alone with him.”

Night sighed and looked to Sunburst. “You at least?”

“Uh, no,” Sunburst shook his head. “I don't feel like searching.”

“Excuse me?” asked Thunder. “But we need you and Winter searching the magitech labs, you'd know the most about it. Unless you want to sit in here alone?”

“Uh, right,” Sunburst nodded. “I'll go... but only to keep myself safe!” He looked up at Paper Cut as if to see if that was the correct answer. He looked relieved when Paper didn't react.

“Um, I'll go with them,” Danger mumbled. “They saved my life on my way here, so I owe them at least that much trust.”

“You three take the east magitech labs,” said Crimson. “Me, Tella, and Thunder will go together too. That way we can argue about command and my wife will know I'm not off bucking him somewhere. We'll check out the warehouses or something. Actually those things are huge, we'll check out the east side of the warehouses.”

“I'd rather group with Gale to be honest,” admitted Thunder.

“Are you protecting your favorite pussy, 'Daddy'?” smirked Gale.

“I’m protecting my investment, bitch,” growled Thunder.

“You could go with me and Ginger if you didn’t go with him,” Winter offered. Odd; Figure was sure he didn’t like Gale.

“Yeah,” Gale smirked. “I’m going with Winter and his filly guide.”

“Excuse me?” asked Thunder.

“Come on,” Gale rolled her eyes. “I got catching up to do. And besides, what do you think's gonna happen? He's gonna rape me right in front of an eight-year-old? Even you waited until I was ten and consenting to ram my little cunt.”

“You're uppity for a buck-slave whore,” Danger huffed.

Thunder growled but Figure just shook her head. No creature here looked down on spa-brothel ponies, but selling herself as a full buck slave earned her quite a reputation. Then again, Figure doubted Gale expected that Crimson would uphold the 'purchase' when she agreed to it. Figure still couldn't believe the Overmare okayed it when she found out, especially with the rabid hate boner her wife and sometimes her had for males.

“Okay,” said Crimson. “Gale's team can check out the west magi-tech labs since Winter did... something or another with that.”

“Navigational systems,” said Winter.

“You mean megaspell navigational systems,” said Tella. “Not sure why you'd leave that part out. You've indirectly racked up more kill count than everypony else in the stable combined.”

“I didn't know how they'd use them!” Winter protested. “Initially. Besides the balefire missiles I did most of my work on were toys compared to the CME blasts that destroyed most of the world.”

“Um, me and Berry could help check out the other side of the northern warehouse?” Figure Eight offered before that conversation got out of hoof. Anyway, she thought she saw a sign pointing to those warehouses on the way, and it showed they stored food on that side. She could go for a meal.

“Me and Button will go with them,” offered Cream.

Figure Eight nodded to her. She didn't know Cream well, but a pair of pregnant lesbians was probably the least intimidating group for Cream.

“That leaves us,” Shadow motioned to Devil and Smokey. “We work together well, I guess we'll check out the residential section where the scientists would have lived.”

“Mmmph!” Paper Cut gave them another hooves up, her other hoof covering her muzzle and still being quiet. They could only hope that lasted.

Even if she didn't speak though, she pointed to the bottom of the screen. Red words scrolled across it that said:

Surviving Participants: 16

Behind the text, a series of 16 silhouettes glowed, each one appearing to be in the shape of one of the participants.

The screen turned off, save for those words scrolling across the bottom and the image behind the letters. Figure glanced at her pipbuck and confirmed they were scrolling across the bottom of those screens too. She couldn't help but wonder how low that number would get before this ended.

4. Noware To Hide

Author's Note

After you read the chapter, please vote who you think the traitor/mastermind is here, then feel free to discuss your theories in the comments! As usual, if you've already read it, you can vote for who you thought at this point in the story and please no spoilers.

Also a poll on who is next to die here and who will kill here.

Results from last week's poll follow (not necessarily indicative of what is the case, obviously). The poll will stay open for as long as the site keeps it in case future readers want to vote as they go, so this may change.
1) Crimson Prose with 5 votes
2) Button Mash with 3 votes
3) Tella Prose and Winter Quill tying with 2 votes
4) Berry Brew, Gale, Shadow Beast, Smokey Quartz, Sunburst, and Thunder tying with 1 vote
Glad to see such a spread!

4. Noware To Hide

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Tella

Tella didn’t like Thunder. How he tried to take control, his sudden tendency to stare at Crimson’s plot, or how he did anything.

But perhaps those things alone weren't that much. His main crime was been born possessing a penis, and she still couldn’t believe Crimson appointed a male as head of security. Sure he was the highest rank military to make it in, and ponies expected it, but she could have come up with something. Since she seemed to like dick so much, Crimson could have just fucked him, screamed rape, and killed him in ‘self-defense’. Everypony knew rape was always the male’s fault, even when it wasn't.

Worse, Crimson approved him owning a female. Sure she did it in hopes of Gale losing her patience and murdering him so they could watch through the security cameras, but the thought of a male owning property offended Tella.

Oh well, it was time to start. She leaned toward Crimson.

“I’m going to murder you, my love,” she whispered where only Crimson would hear. “I’m not even joking. You’ll be stone dead by the end of the day.”

Crimson smirked.

“Fine, let’s go,” Thunder said, not hearing her, taking a deep breath as he eyed Crimson’s plot again for a moment and turned to lead them to the northern warehouses. “I’ll lead the way.”

“Good, then you can’t stare at my wife’s cunt-end,” Tella grumbled. “How about you stop bossing us around too and be a good rape baby?”

“Excuse me?” Thunder paused and glared at them. “Equestria wouldn’t have made it as far as they did without griffons. The New Lunar Republic had bats and the Grand Pegasus Enclave had pegasi, so Equestria would have no air force to speak of without us. You’d prefer we left you all to die?”

“You mean to die sooner?” asked Crimson. “What’s the story behind the ‘rape baby’ racial slur for griffons, anyway?”

Tella smirked. She knew why, and so did Crimson, but they’d both rather hear Thunder say it.

Thunder growled and turned towards the northern warehouses again. His face reddened with fury through his feathers, so maybe he knew why despite being raised Equestrian.

To his credit, Thunder avoided looking at Crimson’s bum when Tella pointed out that she’d noticed, but that only made it more obvious he wanted her. Why couldn’t more hot mares want Tella’s wife instead? Tella could go for a well-oiled pussy pile about now.

Thunder took the search seriously. He kept his pipbuck on, noting the supplies in each shelf, though they didn't always figure out what they were. Sometimes they noted the labels and hoped one of the scientist types could tell them what the buck the words meant when they returned. Tella wished they were searching the other warehouse where most of the food and conventional things were stored.

“So, about you staring at my plot,” Crimson stepped up beside Thunder while he was trying to punch a long-worded entry into the list. “How about we dump this insufferable bitch and you can go bend me over a crate somewhere.”

Thunder’s eyes widened, and he looked at Tella as if expecting her to rage. She didn’t, but only because she was clenching her teeth so hard they hurt and glaring at him. How dare he let her wife flirt with him!

“Can you please not talk like that,” Thunder cleared his throat. “This is no time for jokes, and you're upsetting your wife.”

“Buck her,” Crimson shrugged. “Or rather, don’t buck her. Come on. Me and you, storage closet, some nice throbbing, sopping infidelity. We'll lock the door so this annoying cuck can't bother us. What do ya say, hot stuff?”

“I wish you wouldn’t flirt like this,” Thunder blushed.

“Oh, so you’ve let her flirt with you before?” demanded Tella.

“Let her? No!” Thunder blinked, puffing out his feathers defensively. “As if I can stop her! It’s not like I’m responding to it!”

“Yeah you are,” Crimson smirked before she leaned and looked underneath Thunder. “What a perverse asshole, getting a boner just because a mare offered to let you ram her soggy cunt.”

“Seriously, the nerve of this guy!” Tella agreed, shivering in anger now.

“Wait, what?” Thunder looked confused, but they couldn't expect a male to be otherwise.

“Oh, things are really heating up,” said a voice from a screen nearby. It was Paper Cut. “Did you raise Thunder’s flag pole? Though I guess he’s not standing on his hind legs, so it's not really a flag pole. Then again... I have seen flags hung sideways... okay sure, we'll call it a flag pole.”

“Shut up!” Thunder was red in the face from rage and embarrassment, forgetting for a moment about his list. “Damn it, now you got that thing started!”

“No, wait!” Paper giggled, waggling her plot end at the screen. “I wanna join in!”

“Only if you’re into snuff,” Thunder growled.

He probably meant that as a threat, but didn’t understand the company he was in.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” Paper Cut giggled. “I bet you wanna [REMOVED TO CONFORM WITH LOCAL AND INTERNATIONAL CENSORSHIP LAWS] all over us!”

“Whoever programmed her definitely read my books,” smirked Crimson. “I’ll give them that. She’s accurate in ways I wouldn’t expect anyone but me to be. She’s literally used quotes that I thought about using in a story, but hadn’t yet.”

“Aw, thanks,” blushed Paper.

“Can you please not congratulate it?” growled Thunder.

“Can you please keep your dirty cock away from my wife?!” Tella felt her blood boil with rage, unable to let go of her reasonable reaction to his inappropriate behavior.

“Yeah, you better stop her, Telly,” advised Paper Cut. “Once she tastes that barbed griffon dick... well I guess she’ll kill him, so it won’t matter.”

Tella paused and stared at Paper Cut. That was an odd comment.

Still, it might be fun to take a moment to tease Crimson about it. Besides, Tella promised to kill her when they left for their search. Tella looked at her pipbuck to confirm, deciding it was time to initiate a creative divorce.

“Oh I can’t stay mad at you,” smirked Tella as she staggered over to Crimson.

She lay a huge kiss on Crimson’s muzzle, and Crimson got the idea by returning it. Crimson grabbed Tella’s sides hard enough that her hooves dug into her ribs, and Tella pushed her up onto her haunches against one shelf. There were several long moments where the only audible sound in the warehouse was the moist making out.

“Excuse me?” Thunder asked, staring. He pushed his hind legs together in frustration. “Can you please kiss and make up later so we can stay on task?”

“More like kiss and make out,” chuckled Paper Cut.

Tella slipped a hoof down Crimson’s belly, rubbing the rough bottom against her slit, twisting to give her labia a nice tug. Crimson responded by pushing her hips forward, and Tella slid her hoof away to push their bellies together instead. She raised one of Crimson’s hind legs over her shoulder as she stood on her hind legs and scissored her wife against the shelf. The sound of their wet slits sliding together was even louder than their continued kissing. Just for spite, Tella changed her angle to make sure Thunder got a direct view of their wetness colliding and femme honey drooling down their thighs.

“By Guto’s sweaty ball sack,” grumbled Thunder, shivering and unable to take his eyes off the good clean married dyking out. “Why are ponies such rabid sluts? I'll finish the search and come back when you two are done, and I’m not mopping up your mess.”

Thunder turned to leave, panting, his griffon girth swinging in frustration beneath him. He probably wished more than ever he’d gone with Gale’s team.

“Now what kind of mare,” Tella whispered between slurps once Thunder was out of ear-shot. “Would make such an evil plan as this and not tell her own wife?”

“Sounds like either of us, really,” Crimson smirked. “Seriously, who knows? Both of us would act the same whether this was our plan or someone else’s. Even if it was our plan, we’d ask not to know everyone’s rules to raise the difficulty.”

“Tsk,” Paper shook her head. “As if I’d tell the traitor everyone’s rules. I didn’t even tell them theirs before they got here. Only told them the one rule they requested somepony to have.”

“You told me most of your plans,” Tella mused as she continued grinding. “How you drugged the water supply so all new births will be female, how you altered the cryo-rehab programs to make the residents more subservient… you even told me your diabolical plan to replace every third spoon in the dining hall with a spork. But did you tell me all of them?”

“You haven’t told me a single one of your plans,” Crimson peered back. “I guess you just haven’t had any? You were never the ‘big picture’ type of psycho.”

“Well,” purred Tella. “I did just think of one plan.”

As Tella slipped one hoof up to her mane, Crimson tensed, knowing what she kept there. She didn’t have time to push Tella off before she had the dagger in her teeth and against Crimson’s throat. Crimson clenched her teeth too, but continued smiling and didn’t even pause their gash-grinding. In fact, both their hips rolled more violently against one another.

“I know you’re behind this,” said Tella round the knife, not that she wouldn’t make the accusation whether she believed it or not. “How else would that Paper Cut know you always kill the stallions you buck? I mean how many ponies actually knew that? And calling you a ‘spy for the NLR’ isn’t that much of a stretch, even if you pretended to have been coerced.”

“Uh-oh!” Paper Cut played along. “Will the traitor be killed off? Or will Tella murder her beloved wife for no reason? … this would be more impactful if she wouldn’t be happy either way.”

“No reason?” Tella hissed. “Getting off is plenty of reason!”

“Midnight Sparkle knew,” panted Crimson, a hoof against Tella’s chest as the other braced herself against the shelf behind her, which creaked from their movements. “Which means somepony that works for her might know. Don’t you remember how she used to tempt under-achieving guards into banging me because she knew I'd kill them? She thought it was hilarious. Besides, I wouldn’t put myself in my own game.”

“No, that’s wrong,” Tella chuckled, having more fun than she expected accusing her wife and ignoring any valid points. “That soul gem in the back of your neck makes you practically immortal, except to me. I’m the only one that knows to smash it to keep the doctors from growing you back.”

“Yeah, that was a poor argument,” Crimson admitted. “But even if it was me, do you really want to be the protagonist in this game? Seriously, don’t use that catch phrase again.”

“Urgh!” Tella pressed the knife blade hard enough that blood trickled down Crimson’s neck, ready to slice if she tried to push Tella away. “Since we entered this stable, we’ve only killed a few ponies in self-defense or for legit criminal reasons. That won’t ever get my pussy churning like the screaming death of an innocent! The only thing hotter... is the betrayal and slaughter of somepony that trusted me, so I’ll enjoy you a looong time. I'll keep your unpreserved corpse to buck in every stage of decay until it falls apart in my hooves.”

“Wow,” Paper mused. “That was… a vivid threat… I’m taking notes. Hey Crimmy, make me do that in the next book, okay?”

“And how many innocents will you kill before you get caught without me here?” Crimson wasn’t perturbed by the image. “What have I told you about being sure you can get away with the murder? We have to think long term, get ourselves entrenched before we lay down the new law.”

Crimson kept a smile on her face, but she sweated from more than their continued grinding. She wasn’t treating the death threats as flirts for once, which showed she took them seriously.

“Are you actually scared?” grinned Tella. “Is it because I’m the only pony here that knows to crush your soul gem in a lab compactor when I’m done to keep you dead? Or maybe I’ll hide it in my cunt and use your trapped soul as a sex toy.”

“It probably scares her more that you might kill her faster than she wants,” Paper Cut had one hoof in a bag of popcorn and the other between her own hind legs rubbing herself eagerly. Who knew if an AI could feel it or if she did it for atmosphere, but Tella appreciated the effort and accurate sound effects.

“Oh yeah,” Crimson chuckled. “My sweating and shivering is definitely from that and not from the fact that I’m seconds from orgasm against my hot murderous wife.”

Tella could see different in her eyes. She always knew when a victim was lying by looking into their eyes. Crimson’s eyes had something Tella never saw in them before, a sincere fear of death. It was then she knew she would definitely slice this bitch’s throat and drink her life from the tap.

But it had to wait a moment, since Crimson creamed all over her. Tella couldn’t hold back as she felt Crimson’s profuse honey rolling down her thighs and went off herself. The mixture left a thick puddle of femme cum on the floor beneath them.

Unfortunately for Tella, while she was rolling her eyes back, Crimson pushed the knife away with her magic as she clobbered Tella from behind with something blunt. She lost her grip on the knife, which clattered to the floor, and felt the stabbing pain wash through her as she fell. She really should have thought to check for hovering objects behind her, but she was too excited staring into her eyes to even notice Crimson's horn glow.

Had Crimson not pulled one of her hind legs out from under her, Tella wouldn’t have fallen over from the pain, since it only intensified her already rocking orgasm. Regardless, by the time she gained her senses enough to grab the knife again, Crimson had pinned her to the floor. Their wet bellies stuck together as she held the blade against Tella’s throat instead.

“Do I get a reward for not warning her that you were magicking a blunt object behind her?” asked Paper. “I swear, I just can’t be trusted by anyone.”

“What have I told you,” panted Crimson, ignoring Paper. “About watching it when you cum on a victim that isn’t restrained? Still such an amateur.”

“Do it,” moaned Tella. She was still rolling on her buck high, just as aroused at the idea of Crimson unexpectedly murdering her instead. She was surprised Crimson hadn't done this sooner in fact; maybe she was saving it for a special occasion.

Crimson smirked, panting as she stood back up. She kept the knife with her, but walked away from where Tella now lay on her back. It was then that Tella realized what Crimson had hit her from behind with. It was a ‘wet floor’ sign, which Crimson dropped in the middle of the puddle their collective climaxes had formed. How convenient.

“Well that was anti-climactic,” complained Paper Cut. “Figuratively anti-climactic, it was full of literal climax. And the slippery-when-wet joke at the end has potential!”

“Yeah, shut it,” said Crimson, returning to place a hoof on Tella’s chest after tossing the knife out of sight over one of the shelves. “I’m gonna sit on your face now.”

“Knock yourself out,” smirked Tella. “But I’m still gonna murder you before this game is over.”

"Oh I'm sure one of us will murder the other before this game is over," grinned Crimson.

“We better,” purred Tella. “I’ll be furious if anyone else kills one of us first.”

POV: Cream Heart

Cream was glad her search area was the warehouse with the food, because the plan forming in her mind required this. All she had to do was find a hiding place for her and Button and bring a few weeks of food there. They didn’t have to worry about who the traitor was if they hid from everyone else. Of course the 'must be alone for 8 hours' complicated it, but maybe they could find a pair of storage rooms that were adjacent and each hide in one.

Though she wished they’d been able to go search the area alone. Still, Figure and Berry weren’t the worst to explore with. They didn’t seem like they'd do something like this, and if there was only one traitor, the chance of it being one of a happily married couple, both of whom were pregnant, was slim.

She also needed to be alone with Button for another reason. Could she go through with that? She had to if she were to stay alive, and for Button to stay alive; he wouldn't last without her to protect him. She hoped Button would forgive her and not grow up deranged because of it.

Figure and Berry didn’t speak much as they headed to the warehouse entrance opposite the one the Overmare’s group went to. Berry always stayed on the opposite side of Figure from Cream and Button, almost like she was afraid of them. Figure looked around with wide eyes as if freaked out by more than the game. Cream couldn’t help but wonder what extra rules they might have.

“Well,” Figure chuckled awkwardly as they entered the warehouse, trying and failing to remove tension. “At least starvation won’t be how we go.”

She was right though. The warehouse shelves were stacked high with food packets of all kinds, and the magical seals on these meant they’d be good for centuries even if never refrigerated. Somepony could find one laying in the dirt 200 years from now and eat it without worrying about getting sick. Though whether it'd taste good was another thing entirely.

“Yeah,” Berry said. “We should take back a meal for everyone. Maybe it’ll relax them.”

“Unless they turn out to be poison,” sighed Figure. “In which case they’ll accuse us.”

Cream hadn’t thought of that. Maybe she should eat some of every meal before giving it to Button in case it was poisoned. Not that it would help if it was a slow-acting poison.

“So you two are married?” Button asked the other mares. “We had sex ed in school before the attack. So you two just rub yourselves together or something?”

“Button!” Cream blushed and face-hooved. “That isn’t a question you ask ponies!”

“Eh-he,” Figure Eight laughed nervously. “Something like that. And um... you know... toys and potions.”

Berry smiled awkwardly, but said nothing.

“Oh,” said Button. “I didn’t make you mad, did I?”

“What?” asked Figure. “No of course not, just like your mother says... you know... careful who you ask things like that.”

Berry looked forward and didn’t respond as if just wanting the conversation to end.

“Um, did I make you mad?” Button moved over to Berry.

Berry almost jumped out of her skin when he got close. She looked panicked before running ahead of them.

“Uh okay,” Figure blinked. “I-I’ll see what’s wrong. Can you two stay for a sec?”

As Figure ran ahead of them too, Cream saw her chance to look for a good hiding place. She tugged Button along and walked across the warehouse into different aisles.

“Sorry?” Button called after them, then looked at Cream with concern. “Uh, where are we going Mom?”

“Come along Button,” Cream smiled at him, trying to be comforting. “We’ll find a place to be alone, just to be safe.”

Cream went to the middle of the warehouse between the areas their group and the Overmare’s group searched, and there found what she was looking for. There was a storage closet, packed inside with boxes they could hide behind. Right next to it was a unisex bathroom which had also been packed with excess boxes of what wouldn’t fit in the storage closet next to it. They could arrange those boxes to hide behind as well. She wasn’t sure about the equipment in the boxes, but it didn’t look like anything the group would need during their stay.

“Oh thank Break, this is perfect,” Cream sighed.

“Perfect for what?” asked Button.

“Button,” Cream said. “You heard what they said; we don’t know which of them is a danger to us. So I think we should hide here in the storage closet and... I can hide in the bathroom next to it during our eight hours of alone time. We have food packets nearby to eat. Is that okay?”

Cream didn’t want to ask if it would interfere with his rules lest he tell her what it was without thinking, but wanted to make sure. He looked nervous and sat up on his haunches, tapping his front hooves together as he thought.

“I-I don’t wanna be alone,” Button breathed heavily.

“Sweetie, but we have to,” said Cream gently. “You heard that monster’s rules.”

“O-okay,” Button teared up. “B-but you gotta stay close even when you go to the bathroom! Like trot along the wall between the rooms and stay against the wall nearest the storage room! Um... just cause I want to hear you, no other reason! It has nothing to do with my rule!”

It was a good thing the rule was he couldn’t know someone knew his forbidden action and not that she couldn’t know his with him not realizing it. Otherwise they’d both be goners; he was terrible at this.

“That makes sense,” Cream smiled. “Let’s um... go into the storage room and hide.”

Her relief petered out as she opened the storage room door for him, knowing what she’d need to do now. She took a deep breath as she closed the door, not locking it lest it give away that somepony was hiding here. She moved the boxes around inside, making an alcove they could crawl into on the side closest to the bathroom.

Cream took a deep breath. Once she finished, she turned out the light inside the store room. She tugged Button towards their alcove.

“Come on now, you first,” Cream offered.

“This is a boring way to win an arena match-type game,” sighed Button, but did as she asked.

Button went behind the boxes, Cream following, and pulling one stack over the entrance point. She had laid cardboard over the top to give the impression that the whole corner was a stack of boxes. She sat there, flush against Button, and for a few seconds they listened to one another’s breathing.

“Can I still play games on my pipbuck, Mom?” Button said so loudly that it made Cream jump. “Otherwise I’ll die from boredom! I might get so bored we both die!”

“Shh, let’s be quiet when we’re in here,” Cream whispered. “And of course, but with the sound off and the screen dimmed. If we hear anyone come in, we have to turn the screen off and stay quiet.”

Button flicked on his pipbuck and punched buttons; at least he’d be happy in the cramped space so long as he had that. She didn’t look at what he was playing; her own thoughts distracted her.

“What are you doing in there?” a whispered voice said from the other side of the storeroom. A dim light flicked on from outside the boxes.

Cream almost jumped out of her skin again, then realized it was Paper Cut on the view screen. Did they have a monitor in the storage room of all places?

“Shhh!” Cream said. “We didn’t break any rules! Drawing attention to us is interfering in the game!”

“Fine, fine,” Paper said. Cream didn’t need to see her to know she was rolling her eyes. “As long as you follow ALL your rules, you bad little milf.”

The screen flicked off, but Cream wondered if Paper was still listening. In fact, Paper could probably still see them. The cameras in the stable had infrared and x-ray functions on them, even if security were told to get approval to use them. Paper didn’t care about approval though. Cream just really hoped nopony would be masturbating to what was about to happen.

Paper was right about one thing though: she couldn’t keep putting it off. She took a deep breath and prepared herself, looking at Button, too absorbed in his pipbuck to have even noticed Paper Cut..

“Button?” Cream asked. “Can you pause that? I would like to... do something.”

It would have been easier if he didn’t know what this was, but his comment to the lesbian couple earlier told her he did. Damn schools taught it too early because they wanted foals making more foals as quickly as possible so they could have more dead soldiers later. If he hadn’t known, she might could have played it off as a game until she could explain why she did it later.

“Aww,” Button sighed, but paused it and flicked the screen off. She felt him fold his front hooves disdainfully, though she couldn’t see him in the dark now.

“I’m sorry for this, Button,” sighed Cream.

“Um, what are you talking about Mom?” Button sounded more confused than scared.

There was no good explanation, so she just went for it. She writhed to readjust herself, smushing her plot against the wall so she could get her head down to about where his hind end should be. She felt along his hind legs with a hoof and hesitated a long moment before diving her nose between them.

“M-Mom?!” Button shouted. Maybe she should have warned him a little.

“Shhh,” Cream reminded. “Please... let it happen. It'll feel good, I promise.”

Button got still as he felt his mother’s nose poke around at his small colt bits. He panted as they responded quickly to his mother’s warm breath. She ran her tongue out, sliding it over his sheath. His bits spilled out within seconds of feeling the warm dampness of a tongue against him.

“Mom...” Button squeaked.

She moved a hoof to massage gently at his sack, then pulled back his sheath and slipped her lips over his tip. The young colt didn’t taste too musky since he hadn’t hit puberty, though it wasn’t pleasant to slurp her son’s bits all the same. Cream felt ill as she bobbed her head, gliding her lips down the base and back again, but tried not to heave. Even without seeing it, she could feel every curve of her son’s shaft against her wet lips.

“Wow, Mom,” Button squeaky-whispered. “W-why are you... blowing me Mom?”

Cream blushed so hotly that she felt as if she might pass out. She didn’t know he knew words like that before today. She pulled her lips back long enough to speak.

“I-I’ve wanted to for a while, sweetie,” Cream claimed. “And while we’re here... I want you to be comfy is all. And it... might be the last chance I get to um... admit how I feel for you.”

“You should just told me you wanted this,” Button moaned louder, but quietened when she put a hoof gently on his muzzle.

She felt the eager young flesh twitch inside her muzzle with each stroke of her lips. He wasn’t a bad size for his age; quiet respectable in fact. Unsurprising for a colt, he was quickly ready to pop, so she doubled her efforts in hopes of getting it over quickly.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. A few minutes of head-bobbing once a day for him to pop, and it wasn’t like she was raping him or anything. In fact, he seemed rather casual about it. She thought he was grasping her head at first, then realized he’d pulled up his pipbuck again to continue playing on it while she went down on him.

“D-does this mean I can buck your pussy too Mom?” Button asked with a quivering voice. “I-I’ve wanted to ever since I learned that I came from there…”

Damn it. Cream didn’t want to even hear those words in his voice, but made herself nod even as she grew dizzy from her shame. She couldn’t risk him figuring out she didn’t want to do this, so it was best to do what he wanted so he wouldn’t put much thought into it. If he figured out that it was her rule to get him off daily, she didn’t know what she’d do.

Button arched his back against her, grasping her head with the leg his pipbuck was on, somehow managing to punch controls on it with the other even while humping with reckless abandon.

He may have known what a blow job was, but he showed little knowledge of a mare’s gag reflex as he pushed down into her neck with no regard for it. She gagged as he rammed her throat full of throbbing incest meat, both from the deepthroat and becoming sick at her own disgusting actions. Still she swallowed over his shaft the best she could and tried not to vomit, wanting to get him off and get it over with soon.

“Yeees,” Button groaned as his movements became erratic. “Wow Mom, we're gonna buck so much from now on! You’re not on foal control, right? I should get you pregnant!” He seemed to enjoy saying those things now that he knew she wouldn’t get onto him for it.

Cream forced herself to swallow his load as he blasted it down her throat, scarfing it down quickly to taste as little of the bitter mess as possible. As she pulled away, she gagged it back up onto the floor as the rest splattered warmly on her face.

“Wow,” Button panted. “L-let’s rest awhile before I buck your pussy, okay? Can I buck your butt too?”

“What’s going on in there?” a voice demanded as the storage room door opened.

It was Thunder’s voice, and he HAD to step in just in time to hear that last comment.

“Button?” Thunder asked in confusion. “What are you doing? Are you with Figure or Berry? Where’s your mother?”

“S-sorry Mom,” Button whispered.

Cream sighed. She pushed the stack of boxes out of the way and stepped out. So much for the perfect hiding place now that Thunder knew. She remembered what was still drooling off her muzzle too late and wiped it off with a hoof.

“You?” Thunder stared. “I-Is this something you do with your son a lot?”

“It’s not like that, I-” Cream started, but then paused. “W-where’s the Overmare and her wife?”

“They’re... not here,” Thunder said with a dismissively gruff tone.

Cream’s blood ran cold. Was he saying... surely not... but why else would they not be with him? He’d killed them and now he was hunting down the others! He was here to murder her and Button next! And... did he have a boner? He planned to rape her! Maybe Button too!

“More importantly,” said Thunder, stepping further into the closet.

Cream couldn’t make out the rest of what he said over the sound of her own heart thumping in panic. She grabbed the nearest object in her muzzle, a metal pipe stored in a stack on one side of the storage room, and slammed it down on his head.

Thunder winced and staggered, but his military response kicked in, ramming his head forward against Cream and slicing upwards with his beak. He instinctively went for a full neck slice, but missed and only left a gash on her face. She screamed and stumbled back, her fight-or-flight sense kicking in too hard to feel pain, but felt the warmth flowing down her face.

“Mom!” Button cried out as he ran to her. She tried to cover him with her body.

“Help me!” Cream screeched as loud as she could, not knowing what else to do. “Berry! Figure! He’s gonna kill us!”

“What the hell is wrong with you ponies?” growled Thunder, then blinked. “Did I cut you? I didn’t mean to, let me see...”

“HELP ME!” Cream shouted so loudly she gagged. More of her son’s load drooled down her muzzle, but she didn’t have time to be more humiliated.

Paper Cut peeked out of the screen again, casually putting a hoof-full of popcorn in her muzzle.

Surviving Participants: 16

6. Ding Dong Bing Bong

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Berry Brew

Berry's freak-out was awkward, but she couldn't tell Figure why. So she told her that she didn't want to talk to Button because he said something rude instead. The fact was she could talk to him, but that rule would require something she was trying to avoid.

Then they returned to find Cream and Button gone. They figured that she may have galloped off to hide with her son, but they had to find her in case she was hurt or worse. What they found was a bit more confusing than that.

“Help me!” Cream’s screech broke the silence a few minutes into their search. “Berry! Figure! He’s gonna kill us!”

Once she heard the scream, Berry ran towards the source, heart thumping as Figure galloped behind her.

“HELP ME!” Cream shrieked louder as they approached the storeroom where they heard the voice.

“What’s going on?” Berry called as she ran to the storeroom door.

What she saw shocked her. Cream huddled in the corner, covering Button protectively with her body, a bloody gash on her face. Thunder had her cornered and was approaching her as the two mares arrived. And… did he have a boner?

Berry was already terrified, so it didn’t take much to tip her into shrieking herself. Figure might have too, but Berry couldn’t tell above her own scream.

“Ahhhhhh!” Paper Cut joined from the monitor. “Is this the shouting closet? Because I’m totally up for some shouting!”

"T-this isn’t what it..." Thunder stammered.

But what else could it be? Berry didn't know what to do though. Thunder was a soldier; he might be able to murder them all at once without breaking a sweat. Should she and Figure gallop off to get help, knowing he would kill Cream and Button when they did?

“Berry! Figure!” screamed Cream. “He killed the Overmare and her wife and then came for us! He must be the traitor!”

“What?! No!” Thunder blinked. “I left to do the rest on my own because they wanted a fuck break!”

“Thunder’s the traitor?” Paper Cut tilted her head, then face-hoofed. “Oh no, ya found me out! How did you ever deduce that the guy murdering everyone is the traitor?”

“You shut up!” Thunder screamed to Paper.

“Sorry, Boss,” chuckled Paper. “But not shutting up this time.”

Thunder ignored Paper and turned to the others. “Look, I came in here and she lunged at me, I acted on instinct to defend myself and hurt her worse than I meant to. I SWEAR I have done nothing to the others, and I can bring you to them to prove it!”

“He’ll lead us into a trap!” screamed Cream, still covering her shivering son and ignoring her own injury.

“W-what do we do?” Figure asked. “I mean even if he is the traitor, we can’t just kill him! T-they’ll want to question him.”

“We HAVE to kill him!” Cream insisted. “If we kill him, this will end!”

“Stop it!” screamed Berry, trying to calm the ringing in her head from her own panic. “Just stop it, mares.”

Everyone quietened for a moment and Paper Cut sighed dejectedly from the monitor.

“Pony, isn’t anyone gonna kill each other?” Paper lamented. “I’m getting super bored! I’m even getting bored of being bored! Maybe I should get cutie mark counseling to be sure my destiny is to get creatures to murder each other, cause I’m super bad at this.”

Figure tried to ignore her and think. Paper’s antics made her believe Thunder, since she wouldn’t need to stoke the flames if he was already planning on killing them. But still...

“Thunder,” Figure said, breathing heavy and looking ready to run with Berry should he lunge at them. “If what you say is true, you won’t mind us restraining you. Just get on your back and hold your claws out.”

“As long as you’re not planning on killing me as soon as I’m restrained,” Thunder said. “For all I know, you could be the traitor.”

“But we can’t all be the traitor, now can we?” Berry reasoned. “So if one of us freaks out, the other two will stop them.” The realization that she'd just spoken to a male hit her and she quickly added. “Now um... cooperate, or I'll hurt you... or something.”

Cream was coming down from her own panic, crying and holding a hoof over the gash on the side of her face. They'd need to treat that before it got infected, but there wasn’t much to do at the moment. Button was peeking out from behind Cream with the widest eyes she’d ever seen on a foal. She couldn’t imagine what this situation must feel like for a colt; the poor thing must be so terrified.

Or maybe not. She realized he had started playing a game on his pipbuck with his free hoof.

“Fair enough,” Thunder growled.

Reluctant, Thunder rolled onto his back, holding his hind and rear claws upward and together, but Figure’s eyes went right to his sheath, the tip of his griffon meat still poking free. Damn it. For a moment, all three mares stood there, none wanting to be the one to approach him to tie him up, but finally Figure moved forward.

“Come on,” Figure said, grabbing a roll of electrical wiring from the shelf, the closest thing they had to rope. “Let’s calm down and find the others. I’m sure this is a misunderstanding and everything will be fine. Even if there is a traitor, they won't kill three or four at a time.”

“I suppose if they wanted to kill us fast,” said Berry. “They could kill us in our sleep much easier.” She sighed. That didn't lighten things as much as she meant it to.

Thunder eyed Cream as Brew tied his front claws together. As she tied his hind leg, Figure took a deep breath and went to tug at those to make sure they were tight.

“Uh, we should tie his beak too,” Figure suggested.

“Is that necessary?” Thunder sighed.

“Um, sorry, but I’d feel better,” Figure chuckled awkwardly.

Berry agreed with that; he’d already proven how lethal his beak was with the gash on Cream’s face.

Figure tied a strand herself around his beak, wrapping it back around his head to keep it on, but letting it stay loose enough that he could breathe and even talk. Mainly it was just tied so that the rope wrapped the razor end of his beak to make it less lethal. Berry helped her heft his weight up so she could pull a strand around him to keep his wings down. At this point he looked extremely nervous.

Though Figure got a little weird with it. Berry noticed Figure moving her tail between her own thighs, rubbing herself as she checked his bonds once more. Was this really the time for sneaky masturbation?

“Uh, Berry?” Figure took a deep breath. “Is it okay if I... uh... play with this guy?” She leaned down to nuzzle at Thunder's sheath, running her tongue along the length and watching it respond.

Wait, what? Berry and Figure were fairly open about allowing one another to play around on occasion, even with males, but they hardly knew this guy on a personal level.

“Uh, no it's not okay,” Berry wasn't sure how else to put it. “We barely know him, he's obviously not in the mood, and this isn't the time or the place. Besides, we agreed to only do that as a couple, and I'm definitely not in the mood.”

“He's totally in the mood!” claimed Paper. “He's getting hard!”

“I can't exactly help that when my dick is being licked, can I?” Thunder growled. “What is it with mares thinking a boner means consent?”

“Damn it,” Figure clenched her teeth a moment, getting more upset than Berry expected at the denial. “You don't have to join but... damn it.”

With no further explanation, Figure straddled Thunder and sat her warm plot against his griffon bits. Thunder’s eyes widened as Figure ground against him.

“Um, what are you doing?” Thunder sighed. “What is it with you ponies? Look, just like I told the Overmare, we don’t have time for random happy-fun, and I don’t like ponies in this way. Flat hooves rubbing against me is creepy.”

“Don't even pretend not to be a pervert,” said Cream. “You have your own personal sex slave!” She seemed more angry at Thunder than concerned that he was being raped in front of her.

Cream didn't matter right now though. Berry felt her ire rising at Figure's actions; no amount of stress excused cheating in front of her and an audience.

“Figure what are you doing?” Berry asked exasperated, but then glared at Thunder for the flat hooves comment. “That’s racist. What? You think my wife is too ugly for you to ‘fuck’? I should um... bop you on the head.”

Damn that was awkward; she was getting flustered.

“Sorry,” Figure repeated and kept grinding as his shaft hardened beneath her whether or not he wanted it to. He writhed at first to avoid it, which looked hotter than Berry wanted to admit. He eventually sighed as he sat back and let it happen.

“What?” Thunder tensed, looking painfully aroused now. “This is the second time today a lesbian wanted to fuck me in front of her own wife without her permission. If you love dick so much why did you marry another mare?”

“So you’re a homophobe too,” glared Cream as she covered Button’s eyes.

“Aw, Mom,” Button complained. “I wanna see too! It’s not like they didn’t teach us about rape in school.”

Was there anything they hadn’t taught in public schools? It was no wonder Ginger’s parents had been home-schooling her.

“You’re too young... um...” Cream said but then sounded like she felt awkward for saying it.

“Oh, come on, Mom,” Button said. “I can do it but not see it? Is that why you blew me in the dark?”

“Button!” Cream held his muzzle shut with the other hoof. Berry caught that, but was too peeved at that point to comment on it.

“Gah, whatever!” Thunder grumbled. “May as well enjoy it. Pussy is pussy.”

“Figure, I swear if you push yourself down on him,” Berry growled.

Figure tensed, tears rolling down her cheeks as he pushed himself up and she responded with her own hips. She shivered at the shape of griffon meat as her lips rolled down his pulsating shaft. She gave her hips a few rolls to get him nice and lathered, then again for no reason used her telekinesis to squeeze and twist his balls rather hard. Thunder flailed at the pressure, almost bucking Figure off even when tied up.

“Hey!” Thunder tensed again. “Cut it out! I’m not into that!”

“Sorry,” Figure mumbled again. “Seriously, I am sorry.”

But she didn’t stop, every time he seemed to be relaxing or enjoying it, she squeezed again, smashing his testicles together like a pair of stress balls. Thunder tensed at each sliver of pain shooting through him, starting to look frightened that she might permanently damage him. It was a good thing his beak was restrained, because at that point he probably would have sliced Figure's throat to save his family jewels.

“Uh, Figure,” Berry was too stunned to do more than stammer. “I-I don’t think he wants it.”

“I know,” Figure said between clenched teeth, drying her eyes with a hoof and trying to stop crying. “B-but you know, he deserves it for um... cornering Cream. He um... I'm keeping it unwilling so it um... doesn't count as cheating on you.”

Berry was so taken aback at that logic that all she could do was stare. What had gotten into Figure? Other than Thunder's unwilling griffon bits, at least.

Figure appeared to try not to enjoy it herself, but that was probably a tall order. Berry knew from experience that griffon barbs dragging through a sensitive vagina felt amazing. Soon Figure shivered with the need for release as she sped up her movements, her pregnant belly bouncing against his stomach, splashing the puddle of her own arousal that formed there. Her pregnant gut bounced against him making it look all the more awkward.

“Figure!” Berry said more loudly as she finally recovered. “You. Are. Raping. Him! This isn't like you! And it does bucking count!”

“I! Know!” Figure growled with frustration, squeezing his balls hard enough to elicit a squeal from the poor drake.

Berry put a hoof on her shoulder, intending to pull her wife off of him. Figure reacted with fear, looking back at Berry, her eyes pleading for Berry not to stop her. Berry slowly retracted her hoof instead and Figure clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as if straining not to think about something.

Oh buck, why hadn’t she realized immediately? This was Figure's rule!

Double buck, did Figure realize Berry figured it out? Figure looked like she was straining not to think about Berry figuring it out, and who knew what kind of psionic magitech bullshit Paper Cut had active to know when they came to such realizations. Berry had to do something to convince her she didn't know, or at least give plausible deniability before Figure fully came to that conclusion.

Berry put both her hooves on Figure again and gave a token effort to pull her off, but backed off quickly when Figure flailed a hoof at her. Berry grunted as she took a hoof to the muzzle.

“S-sorry!” Figure stammered as she bounced harder on Thunder's shaft.

“Get off him right now!” Berry put a hoof on her muzzle, faking that it hurt more than it did so it'd make sense that she didn't try again. “I swear Figure, if you don't stop right now... we're done! I will file for divorce the moment we are free!”

“No, please don't!” Figure sobbed. Berry hated seeing her like that, but had to convince her that she didn't know Figure's rule. If she realized that, Berry would have to kill herself to keep Figure from having to do it.

“Stop squeezing my fucking balls you flat-foot bitch!” Thunder shouted in frustration. “Are you really going to keep this up with your wife about to leave you?!”

Cream backed away, too stunned at what she saw to remember to continue covering Button's eyes. Button's stare was half-shocked and half interested, while still distractedly playing his game.

“H-have we been drugged or something?” Cream stammered, but didn't try to stop it either. “Like poison gas?” Maybe she figured it out too and was coming up with her own plausible deniability.

It was surreal to see Figure continue to sob even as her body tensed up, convulsions running through her, juice splattering over Thunder's belly as she came. Thunder growled and strained not to respond in kind, but his shaft acted as it was programmed to act. As Figure clenched and squeezed , and gave him a few minutes rest from the ball squeezing, he tensed and blasted a load into her, unable to keep his hips from ramming upwards as he packed it inside.

Figure looked sick about her own enjoyment as she pulled off, seeming to do so as quickly as she could after he orgasmed. He turned his head away from her again, taking a deep breath as his shaft flopped wetly against his belly. He couldn't have looked more humiliated.

“Ashamed?” Cream asked Thunder hatefully. “Good. You deserve it. Even if you’re not the traitor, you’re still a disgusting pervert that forced a little girl to be your sex slave in exchange for her life.”

“She. Was. Legal. Age!” Thunder growled.

“Oh and our bucked up laws makes OWNING her okay?” Cream asked. She seemed to think Figure raped him out of spite or as a lesson, which was best for now.

“The Overmare allowed it!” said Thunder. “Take it up with her if you have a problem with her rules!”

“Please!” Berry raised her voice. “Everypony, just calm down. Let’s go find the Overmare before she gets... worried about us too.”

“No, don't,” Figure grasped hold of Berry with both forelegs as soon as she was off Thunder, words running together. “Don't leave me please I love you I swear!”

She didn't promise to not do it again though, which implied again to Berry that it was a rule, maybe she had to rape someone daily or something. Figure would never be willing to hurt Berry enough to make it non-consenting, so would likely attack someone else before this was over. Berry would have to try to think of some legit excuses to hold somepony down for Figure if it became necessary.

“I-I'll think about it,” Berry patted her back, wanting so much to comfort her more but unable to lest she figure out that Berry figured out... damn it this whole situation was designed to buck with everyone. Did there even need to be a traitor for ponies to start dying?

Cream covered Button’s eyes again when she saw how Button stared hungrily at that goo-slickened griffon cock, That was probably for the best; Button might not survive a ride on that thing.

Figure sighed, drying her eyes and dejectedly heading out of the storage closet. She tucked her tail down to hide the shame dripping down her thighs. When Berry moved up beside her, she turned away, ashamed to look at her wife.

They found Crimson and Tella where he said they’d be, still both alive, though there was a brief scare when they heard what they thought was moaning in pain. It wasn’t.

Crimson had Tella pinned against the concrete floor, holding her lifted rump in both front hooves as they scissored right next to a ‘wet floor’ sign. Their bodies were drenched in sweat as if they’d been going at it since Thunder left them there. Both mares looked over at them, but neither slowed their movements.

“Oh hey,” Crimson grunted. “Just a few seconds, just about to...”

“They’ve been going at it like... well like dykes, the whole time,” said Paper from the nearby screen. “You missed the best part though; I didn’t know it was possible for two mares to do that!”

“I only wish she was a dyke and not a disgusting bi slut,” Tella grunted. She then rolled her eyes back as her pelvis convulsed and a fountain of clear goo splattered Crimson’s belly. Crimson sped up her motions and wasn’t far behind.

“You guys having fun?” Crimson panted as she dropped her wife’s plot back into the puddle of goo on the floor. “I see Cream got beat up... oh, and you got the male wrapped up too. Let me guess, you caught him raping Cream’s face and restrained him? Classy.”

“You should kill him!” Paper Cut suggested as if she thought herself helpful.

Thunder glared, then held his talons out to Cream, glaring at her harder to untie him. Cream sighed and did so, but didn’t look apologetic.

“I did no such thing,” growled Thunder as soon as she released his beak.

He didn’t go into further detail though. When Figure stepped towards him to apologize, he stepped away and looked at the floor. Hard to believe a tough guy like him could be so humiliated, and Figure looked even more disgusted with herself.

“Why’s everyone so freaked out?” asked Crimson. “Bucking in public was legal long before we got here and I haven’t made it illegal.”

“I really love you,” Figure took Berry's hoof again. “More than anything I swear I love you. W-we have two little foals to raise together… please...”

Berry wished she'd stop that pleading; it was breaking her heart in two.

“Please,” sighed Berry. “Let’s get back to the dining hall and not mention what happened. It won't help.”

“Yep, you better!” Paper giggled.

“Ding... Dong... Bing... Bong...” a chime suddenly sounded.

“What's that?” Berry looked around as all the screens in the warehouse came on at once.

Paper Cut sat in her chair with the monitors behind her on the screen, raising a glass of wine as if to make a toast. "An NG-code violation has finally occurred!”

Surviving Participants: 16

Author's Note

Poll to take after reading chapter on who you think is the traitor now etc. Three questions but you can skip any: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/PXJ6KNS

Results from last poll as of publication of this chapter:

Who is the traitor?
1st - Button Mash, Crimson Prose, Smokey Quartz tie (22%)
2nd - Gale, Night Light, Tella Prose tie (11%)

Who will dies first?
1st - Cream Heart (42%)
2nd - Crimson Prose, Night Light (17%)
3rd - Berry Brew, Figure Eight, Ginger Snap (8%)

Which characters will kill at least once?
1st - Crimson Prose
2nd - Gale, Tella Prose, Thunder
3rd - Smokey Quartz
4th - Dangerous Magic, Winter Quill
5th - Berry Brew, Button Mash, Cream Heart, Devil Rose, Figure Eight, Shadow Beast
6th - Sunburst

7. Foalish

Author's Note

It's all downhill from here folks. Feel free to discuss what you think will happen next in the comments.

7. Foalish

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Gale

Gale followed Winter and little Ginger to the opposite magitech labs, but had no intention of searching. What would they find anyway? It's not like Paper Cut would leave the codes to delete her lying around.

“We should find a database terminal,” suggested Winter as he walked down a hallway, peeking in each door to see where it led.

They set most of the rooms up for various experiments. There were large control panels, stocks of chemicals, even a few cages. Finally he found one with several maneframe terminals and went inside.

“Here we go,” said Winter. “We should look around and see if anypony was dumb enough to leave their terminal password written down.”

“So how old is she, about eight?” Gale ignored his words. “That's how old I was when you took my virginity, yeah?”

“W-what?” Winter paused half way through opening a door, blushing as he looked at Gale, but not looking surprised. “T-this isn't a good time for this discussion, Gale.”

“W-what's virginity?” Ginger asked. Cute. Her parents must have kept her out of public schools for her not to know at her age. That would make this even more fun.

“Not a good time?” smirked Gale, ignoring Ginger and sliding up to him, her beak close enough to his muzzle for them to feel one another's breathe. “Is it ever a good time to discuss how you raped me in every hole? How you said my sobbing was so beautiful? How you convinced me it was my fault so I would be too ashamed to tell on you? How you raped me regularly for another year after that? Well, I suppose eventually I cracked and it went from rape to just 'fucking'. I never really uncracked.”

Gale enjoyed saying that and felt herself growing wetter in her nethers.

“Oh horse apples,” Winter took several steps back and looked around the room nervously. Was he looking for a weapon? He must wonder if Gale was about to kill him; how cute.

“What's baped?” Ginger misheard. “Is that like booped? But how do you boop a hole?”

“Sort of,” Gale smirked at Ginger, then said to Winter. “Relax, big guy, I'm not going to hurt you or tell anyone other than your filly guide toy about it. Maybe I should thank you; knowing how to please adults got me up more ranks in the Wonderbolts than I'd ever have gotten on my own.”

“So then why bring it up?” Winter relaxed a bit, but still shivered. He surely knew why; she half-wondered if he was playing coy.

“Since she's so ignorant,” Gale smirked. “I assume you became a pansy in your old age and haven't done her yet. So... do her like you did me. Let's teach her what rape is.”

“I-I don't do that anymore!” Winter shook his head. “Seriously, I'm sorry for what I did for you. It was abnormal and wrong and I have no interest in doing it again to anyone else!” His words couldn’t have been less convincing if he were reading them awkwardly from a script.

“Yeah you do,” Gale padded around him, sliding a wing beneath his belly to let her feathers tickle over his sheath. It'd already betrayed him by sliding out at the conversation. “Come on. It's not like you haven't done it before; I wasn't even the youngest brat you raped, not even close. There's no way you haven't thought about doing this.”

Ginger curled up on his back, looking too afraid to enter the conversation again. She realized whatever Gale wanted must not be a good thing if Winter was reluctant.

“Well, I like her ads,” admitted Winter. “She was the poster filly for the filly guides for a while, and I... guess I have a crush on her... but I could never... never again.”

“Please don't crush me,” Ginger whimpered. It surprised Gale she wasn't already crying.

“Look,” Gale growled, tired of his denials even as his shaft throbbed rock hard beneath him. “This brat won't tell on us; I've seen enough kids get raped to pick out the ones that won't tell. So you have a choice... teach her a lesson with me, or have me go right back and tell everyone what you did to me. Even if the Overmare hasn’t set a minimum age, I assume rape is still illegal.”

Winter closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. He closed the desk drawer he had been going to search and looked at the floor. There was a small hint of a smile on his face, as if he was fighting not to show it.

Gale didn't want to wait, so she took that as a yes. She grabbed little Ginger in her claws, the little one squealing as she yanked her off of Winter's back. She pinned her to the floor, glaring down at her with a large grin. The griffon leaned down, pushing her hind legs apart with her beak and running her tongue along the little filly's untouched slit. Ginger tensed up, shivering violently, but still didn't cry; she just stared in abject horror.

“T-that's my pee pee,” Ginger said as if Gale might not know. “I pee from there so please d-don't lick it...”

“I'll do what I fucking want, brat,” Gale said then yanked her by the neck and put her nose against Winter's pulsating shaft. “And you're going to lick his.”

“W-Winter help me...” Ginger looked at him with piercing pleading eyes.

Winter watched and took a deep breath, but shivered at the feel of her breath against his shaft.

"Wow," he panted. "I don’t even have to... I mean, I can't believe you're doing this."

“How long has it been?” asked Gale to encourage him. “Since you last rammed this beauty into a hole this underage?”

“O-over two years,” Winter said, shivering again. “Oh wow... I really missed this but...”

“Two years?” grunted Gale. “I thought you were with my unit when we slaughtered that caravan of crystal refugees a year ago. There was a whole wagon choke full of fillies and colts in that caravan. The rape party we had before shoving those shiny brats into the mass grave was the hottest shit I've ever seen.”

Gale pushed Ginger's head against his tip, forcing it open. The little filly choked on the meat prying her muzzle open wide but Gale just pushed her harder. The little one struggled, kicking all four legs and trying to back up as he rammed his shaft down her throat, the young neck swelling grotesquely. Winter couldn't help but push his hips into it, the feel of a young unwilling throat around him too much to resist.

“I... stuck to the adults at that... event,” Winter blushed, but his smile became more apparent. “Sort of regretted it after, I admit... guess I have gone soft.”

“Well here's your chance to get hard again,” grinned Gale. “Just imagine... if we make it out of here, you'll have your own little filly sex toy to do what you want with. Don't tell me that doesn't sound hot to a dirty old foalaphile like you.” She grinned at Ginger. “Just don't let the others know. You don't want to know what they do to bad fillies that do this.”

“That sounds amazing,” Winter said as he moved his own hoof to hold the back of Ginger's head. He pushed his hips deeper, forcing it in until his balls swung and smacked her body, fully embedded. He held her in both hooves, taking long strokes, enjoying the convulsions of her throat as he used her. “How could I have forgotten? This is what foals are for...”

“That's right,” Gale grinned, licking over Ginger's eyes. The filly clenched her eyes shut, but Gale didn't taste tears. Damn, this foal had steel nerves to not be sobbing yet.

Instead, Gale grabbed hold of Ginger's flanks, digging her claws enough for her to feel before slurping at her tiny little cock hole again. She lapped more firmly to feel her fragile virginity inside, tempted to tongue-fuck it out of her right then. But no, she wanted to see this little girl squeal as Winter's stallionhood defiled her raw.

“This is the hole we're ramming next,” said Gale as she slurped louder. “Can't wait to see this stretched over a dick four times its age.” She laughed as she looked at Ginger's confused and terrified expression as her neck bulged out further. “Look at this brat, she has no idea what's going on!”

“Yeah,” Winter groaned. “I love it when parents don't educate their foals. Makes it so much easier to train them... buck I missed this.”

Ginger was blue in the face, getting weaker with each shove into her throat as they deprived her of oxygen for longer. Gale purred at Ginger's struggles against her as she continued to lap at her, sliding her tongue from her tiny tits, across her slit, and up to her pucker.

Finally the little one's terror reached critical, and she pissed herself. Gale's purr increased as she opened wide, letting the tiny spout of urine wash into her beak. She sloshed the fear juice around, gargling it before gulping it down and letting more flow over her face. The brat trembled, but Gale wasn't worried about her dying; Winter wouldn't last long enough for that.

She was right. Winter moaned so loud it rattled the nearby desk as he expelled a burst of seed. Ginger thrashed with renewed vigor as she felt her body pumped full of warmth she didn't understand. Her belly swelled before he yanked free and splattered the rest over her face and mane. Ginger covered her eyes, which were still dry but wide with terror.

Gale yanked Ginger out from under Winter. She licked her lips at the look of stunned abject horror on the little filly's face. She grinned, remembering what that felt like when it happened to her. Her pussy drooled profusely at the sight of this innocent little one being used for such lewd acts.

“She looks freaked out,” Gale panted. “I should kill her to make sure she doesn't tell.”

“N-no... I won't tell!” Ginger gagged, having to strain to speak. “Please, I swear I won't!”

Gale had no intention of murder, but it'd make sure this bitch didn't tell. She couldn't wait for this whole game ordeal to be over. She'd be visiting Winter to help torment this one into submission, maybe bring over a few other stallions that were into fillies. Winter wasn’t exactly the first she’d tempted into this since she got here.

“I'll think about it,” smirked Gale.

Gale yanked Ginger by the neck again, pulling her onto one desk. She pushed the computer aside, other files and various objects clattering to the floor as she made room. She positioned Ginger with her cute bottom right at the edge of the desk as she climbed up onto the desk herself. Gale's talons spread the filly's tiny virgin puss with her claws.

“Come and break in this the foal cunt, perv,” Gale winked.

“Gladly,” panted Winter as he staggered to the desk. He'd already started so there was no turning back now. "Finally... can do anything I want and just claim it was a rule later if I get caught."

Winter pulled his hooves up onto the desk to mount it, his still-hard cock slapping against her belly. Ginger stared at it, shaking with fear as he moved it into position, going slow so they could savor the fear on her little face. Her eyes slowly widened as she fully realized where this was headed.

“I-is this gonna hurt as much as the other thing?” coughed Ginger, vomiting up a load of cum.

“Oh it's gonna hurt SO much more,” promised Gale.

“P-please be gentle,” begged Ginger. “I-I don't want to cry!”

“You're going to,” moaned Winter. “I want to hear how you sob before this is over... you don't know a filly until you've heard her rape-sobbing.”

“Yeah, get into it,” Gale grinned as she sat up, straddling Ginger's face and pushing her pussy against the little muzzle. “Lick me kid, I want to feel your tongue as deep as you can get it.”

Ginger was too terrified to not comply. She placed her front hooves against Gale's plot and licked between her vulva, making a sound like she thought it was icky. All the same, she continued licking as Gale rotated her hips. Winter pushed against her tiny pussy, but pushed past before penetrating. Gale spread the little one wider with her claws, but even then it took Winter quite a while to get inside.

“Damn, she's tight,” Winter panted. “This will feel so amazing!” He slid one hoof to feel of Gale's swollen belly. “You're near laying right? How old are you now?”

“Fourteen,” panted Gale. “You can fuck me after for old times sake if you want." She winked. “Some perv trained me long ago to never say ‘no’.”

“I think I will,” moaned Winter. “I want to see what six years of experience... bucking hell!”

Winter rolled back his eyes as he popped into the impossibly tight little hole. Ginger let out a blood-curling squeal at the same time as her immature cunny spread so wide over the adult shaft. Gale shook as her own pussy muffled the squeal and got treated to a series of vibrations. She felt one claw around Winter's cock, feeling the blood trickle out. Her other claw grasped his hip, tugging him to encourage him to go deeper.

“Yeah, defile this slut!” Gale moaned. “Come on, no mercy, like with me! You were scraping the back wall of my womb!”

“No it hurts, it hurts!” squealed Ginger, kicking all four legs.

“You'll get used to it,” grinned Winter as he shoved several inches deeper. “But now it'll hurt more than you thought possible! Just like you deserve for letting all your little friends die on the way to the stable.”

He was determined to get her to squall, but she still hadn't cried. What was with this kid?

Winter pushed harder as blood drooled down to the base of his shaft. He met more resistance at her cervix, but he didn't stop there. He rammed his hips hard, eliciting sweet screams only a well-raped foal could make.

Each squeal massaged Gale's evil slit, sending shivers through her. Soon he beat down the door to the immature womb and pushed deeper, the bulge of his shaft in her small gut pushing further. Finally, he was stretching the back wall of her womb. Gale knew how much that hurt, and it made it even hotter to feel the filly struggle so desperately beneath her.

“Holy bucking horse apples,” Paper's voice came from a nearby monitor. “I’m getting this sort of delicious-ness before the drug even takes effect?”

Gale glanced at the screen, spotting Paper Cut with a bag of popcorn, wiping a tear of joy from her eye as if watching a touching drama.

“You won't tell on us, will you asshole?” Gale growled.

“Buck no,” said Paper. “If things like rape were against the rules, this would be a pretty boring game!"

“Well then,” smirked Gale, pulling Ginger's filly guide skirt up further down so the camera got a better shot of the bloody penetration.

Winter probably didn't even hear the conversation. He took long strokes, eyes rolled back so far that Gale couldn't see his pupils. Each time he plunged into the young pussy, Ginger's lower body swelled grotesquely, sending the filly into violent convulsions with each shove.

Ginger was in no shape to lick, but Gale didn't mind. She pushed herself down more firmly, pushing Ginger's little muzzle between her wicked vulva, shivering as the squealing girl gagged on her profuse cunt juice. Each time Ginger screamed now it sounded like she was gargling. The fact that Ginger still wore her filly-guide skirt and uniform only made it that much hotter; Gale had always wanted to help rape a filly wearing one.

Gale popped hard when she went off, flooding her orgasmic bliss all over the little filly's face. Ginger choked pitifully as she suffocated in the juices, but Gale soon pulled off. To her surprise though, Ginger still wasn't crying. She had held her front hooves over her eyes again to avoid getting juice in them, holding them open with abject terror, but no tears.

This brat was pissing Gale off now. She used her talons to scoop up gobs of viscous pussy juice that Ginger vomited and rubbed it into her eyes, pushing her hooves out of the way. Ginger screamed louder than ever; it was good that the walls in these stables absorbed sound.

Gale didn't stop there. She knelt over her and relaxed. A good cum always made her need to piss, so she released a stream over the little girl's face. She held her eyes open as she did, allowing her stinging urine to puddle in the screaming child's eyes.

“Here it cums!” Winter shivered as Gale did this. “The first of many, you little slut!”

He'd held it longer due to having already came once, but he blew a much larger load into the freshly devirginized hole. Ginger's body swelled as he packed it deeper, her womb filling out like a water balloon before it had enough pressure to overflow around the tight penetration. When it did, it sprayed out all around it, flowing off the table like a waterfall with little streaks of red.

The desperate filly couldn't hold it in. She wailed, kicking her legs as she tried to cope with the intense agony. Having resisted the tears for so long just made the sound more beautiful when the sobbing washed over Gale's ears, like a long pent up orgasm. Gale creamed herself again mid-piss as she watched the filly's body in a fit of spasms beneath her.

“Uh-oh!” grinned Paper from the screen. “You know what that means, little filly guide? But don't worry! I'm no monster, so I'll let them finish raping you before sounding the alarm or starting the timer.”

“No please!” gagged Ginger, somehow managing to speak. “It's not my fault! They were mean! You can't count it!”

“Oh but I can,” chuckled Paper.

Gale should have known what that meant, but the intensity of the moment addled her mind. Winter yanked free of Ginger, allowing a flood of juice to stream from her tiny pussy. Gale flipped the filly guide over on the table, hanging her limp hind legs off the edge and yanking her tail up hard to display her even tighter little asshole.

“Noooo!” screeched Ginger before another gagging fit.

Gale grasped Ginger's head with one hand, pulling it upward so she could look at the pure despair on the little girl's face. Her other claw slid down her own body to masturbate to the filly's further defilement. There was nothing like seeing what happened to her happen to another child.

Ginger's ass was tighter, but Winter was more into it that it didn't take as long to pop inside. He spread her pucker with his own hooves, pushing into her with his magic to loosen her up, and pushed inward using the juice from the last rape as a lubricant. He convulsed almost as much as Ginger as her pucker slid over his shaft and he embedded it deep within in a single stroke.

The expression on Ginger's wailing face was delicious, like it had never occurred to her that this was something that could happen. This was why Gale loved undereducated foals so much. She looked broken as Winter took long strokes into her tail hole, just as violently as he'd raped her pussy.

“I hope you know how much you deserve this,” Gale grinned down at her. “I heard how you were the only survivor of your troop. It was your fault they died.”

“Yeah, she's always felt guilty,” Winter grunted but didn't slow down. “ She said she held them up before they left, they're all dead because of her. About time I punished her.”

“I'm sorry I killed them!” Ginger's broken mind bought it.

Winter ran his hooves over her body, enjoying her shivers. He was more in his right mind now, but that didn't keep him from wanting to finish.

“So, you'll hide this from everypony,” panted Winter. “And if they find out anyway, you'll tell them the truth, that you wanted it. That you begged for it over the past month. That's what you were doing when you were pissing and moaning over how guilty you felt; you brought this on yourself.”

“But you'll get used to this,” Gale licked her lips. “Trust me, you'll love it within a year.”

“You tell anyone that this was rape,” said Winter. “Instead of you asking for it, I'll show you what real pain is, understand?”

Ginger nodded her head as she continued to sob. The Overmare had released their internal code of law and it hadn't included a minimum age of consent; Gale had checked and double-checked. So even if they were discovered, they'd only get in trouble if Ginger claimed rape, which this broken little thing wouldn't, and Gale had a feeling the Overmare wouldn’t care even if she realized it was..

Talking down to her must have been as hot to Winter as it was to Gale since Winter came sooner this time. Once again the little filly's body swelled before overflowing out her ass, giving her a violent cum enema. Her body seemed to seizure as he packed the last load inside and yanked free to watch another fountain of juice flow from her asshole.

“That's it,” Winter panted. “Now, if anyone asked, your uniform is wet because you tipped over some full beakers. And when we go back, you better keep that skirt down so no one sees how well-used you are. Stay on my back so no one will see you limp, murderer.”

“Y-yes sir,” Ginger sobbed more quietly, covering her humiliated face with both front hooves.

“Let's get this cleaned up a little I guess,” chuckled Gale. “Don't want the others finding our mess before it dries.”

“Done?” asked Paper Cut.

“Yeah,” Gale panted. “Filly fully traumatized. What about it?”

“Good!” Paper grinned, sitting back in her chair and grabbing her wine glass. “Cause I'm not waiting any longer!”

'Ding... Dong... Bing... Bong...' a chime sounded over the intercom. All screens in the large lab came on, and Gale assumed all over the facility.

“An NG-code violation has finally occurred!” Paper Cut announced. “Ginger Snap, that naughty little cretin, broke her rule: Do not cry. After one hour, which you may use however you like, I will use all my skills to determine if she is still alive. If she is, every creature but her and the traitor dies. Unless this fiendish outlaw IS the traitor... then only she survives. I hope you do the right thing, because otherwise this'll be a really short fanfic... er game! I meant game.”

...

"Shit," said Gale.

Surviving Participants: 16

8. Deadly Life Begins

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Winter Quill

Winter had gone so long before coming here without scratching that itch, he was certain he'd stopped for good. Taking care of Ginger without harming her was like a trophy, at least for the first few months. Then…

"What? No!" Winter screamed at the screen. "Why did you give her a rule like that! You knew there was no way she’d be able to follow it!" He turned to Gale. “This is your bucking fault!”

Damn it, why did he listen to that bitch? It wasn't supposed to be like this!

“It’s not like it wouldn’t have happened anyway!” shouted Gale in return. “You think a brat isn’t gonna cry at some point during this shit?”

"What?" Paper shrugged. "If I don't give rules that will force you to kill each other, the fun will never start!"

"That kind of fun doesn't have to start!" Winter screeched so hard he went hoarse, mind too addled to do much more.

"We gotta kill her," Gale squeaked from behind him. "We have to, right now! Just twist her head off with your creepy pony magic or something!"

"No!" Winter shook his head, snatching up the sobbing filly guide in his magic. "She wasn't supposed to die! You... you're the traitor, aren't you!? That's why you talked me into this!"

"What? I'm... fuck!" Gale held both claws to her forehead.

"You won’t even try to say you're not the traitor!" Winter accused her. "It's obvious! You knew her rule, didn’t you?"

"I'm... fuuuuuck!" Gale screeched again, then without another word ran towards the exit.

"Hilarious," Paper snickered. "But it worked out relatively well, right? Now she won’t die a virgin.”

"Shut. Up!" Winter screeched at her again before grabbing Ginger and heading out the door as well.

He galloped towards the dining hall, not far behind Gale. Ginger struggled even with her injuries at the threat of death, since unlike sex, she knew very well what death was. Everyone did in this world. It was a good thing he had telekinesis, since he didn't really have time to tie her down. He tugged her skirt down as they moved, wondering if she would still hide that they raped her now that she might die no matter what.

Still, there had to be a way around it! He mentally scrounged through 'the rules' to try to find a loophole. And if they did kill her... with his rule... he had to play things very carefully here.

Paper Cut wasn't helping by announcing every time the 'NG code breaker' was in a different room. She sure was going the extra mile in a lot of ways that she hadn’t mentioned at first.

The others must have assumed from the announcements about the room changes that Winter and Gale were rushing Ginger back to the dining hall. Everyone but Night, Sunburst, and Danger's group was there when they stormed into the room.

“What the hell is going on?” Thunder demanded the second Winter's group arrived.

“Couldn't keep your precious little foal from crying?” Crimson asked, then peered at her. “Her clothes seem... moist.”

Crimson walked around Winter as if to look at Ginger's other end. Winter tugged Ginger's skirt down more with his magic and seated her bottom against his back so they wouldn't see she was still drooling from that end.

“S-she slipped and fell,” Winter stammered. “And knocked off a beaker of chemicals. I don't think they were deadly, but she hit her head when falling and cried.”

“Oh yeah,” Crimson smirked. “That's 'chemicals' I'm smelling on her. Definitely.”

Tella trotted up beside Crimson and leaned close to Ginger's face, taking a deep breath of the scent herself.

“I'm going to cum so hard when I kill you.” Tella whispered to Ginger out of nowhere.

Winter was pretty sure only he and Ginger heard her. Ginger's eyes got twice as big as before, but Winter just wondered what the buck was wrong with Tella that she'd go for an inappropriate joke like that right off the bat.

“We have to find a way to save her before the time expires!” Berry said, so there were at least some that didn't want to go through with it. She spoke as if she assumed everyone would be of the same opinion.

“How are we going to do that?” Figure stood next to her, tears rolling down her face, seeming to take the incident worse than anyone other than Ginger.

“Here we are, sorry,” Night growled as his group came into the dining hall last. “Sunburst decided to stroll, and we didn't want to leave him alone. So what's going on?”

“We know as much as you,” Thunder grumbled.

“I'm sorry I cried!” Ginger said, wiping her eyes. “I promise I won't again I swear! Please don't let her make me dead!”

“Don't let 'her'? Does that refer to me?” asked Paper Cut from the screen. “Oh, no, no, no. I absolutely will not interfere; it's one of these freaks that get to snuff your little life out, but who will be the lucky bastard or bastette?! Maybe I should keep score...”

“We can't!” Button cried out. “She's my friend, you can't!”

“Quiet!” called out Devil over the increasing volume. “I... vote against killing her. Honestly... we're all going to die anyway, so may as well deprive the mastermind of watching it happen slowly. At least this way one foal will survive and it'll be obvious to the others in the stable who the traitor is.”

“Hmm,” Paper looked ponderously at Devil, tapping her chin as if deciding something.

“I believe what I say,” Devil narrowed his eyes at the monitor.

“Fine, fine,” Paper rolled her eyes.

“Damn it, I don’t want to vote for a foal to die,” sighed Shadow. “Guess I have to vote kill, though.”

“Fuck that!” Gale said. “I don’t even care if she’s a foal, because I'm not dying so some twerp can live, I vote kill with no regrets!”

“Noooo,” Ginger reached for Gale as if betrayed by her vote, but even then didn't rat on them. That only made Winter feel worse. “I vote live! I promise I won't cry again just this one chance please!”

“Evil villain foals like you don't get second chances!” Paper Cut laughed as she rolled around on the screen. “They get like… sent to Tartarus or turned to stone… or something. You’re lucky they’re just killing you!”

“Come on, everyone!” said Gale. “We killed plenty of enemy foals during the war. How is this different? As of right now, she's our enemy!”

“You did?” Smokey asked with interest.

“Shut. Up,” Shadow growled to Smokey, then turned to Gale. “Speak for yourself, psycho. I can guarantee no pony in our company ever knowingly killed a civilian, much less a foal.”

This was too much. Seeing everyone fight like this... things would go downhill fast and more killing would happen. This had to end now, Winter had to end it as quickly as possible or that damned AI would go even further. So long as he didn't have to do it or see it himself...

“I'm sorry, Ginger,” sighed Winter. “I failed you but... damn it... I vote kill.”

“No...” Ginger strained not to cry again, not that it’d help.

“I vote kill!” Smokey had a bright grin on her face, standing as if the idea might arouse her. “And I still want to hear some stories from you later, okay Gale?”

“Yeah sure,” shrugged Gale. “But only if I get to ride your lady-cock again as I tell them.”

“Eh, if you really want I guess,” Smokey was neither enthused or disagreeable about cat pussy.

“As amusing as this conversation is,” said Paper. “You should probably get back to voting.”

“Kill,” said Crimson and Tella together, but did they have to lick their lips?

“Kill,” Cream said, but sounded like she hated herself for it.

“Mom!” Button looked at his mother, almost hyper-ventilating. “No, live! I vote live! We should fight the Mastermind when they come to kill us instead!”

“The kid has a point,” said Thunder. “I mean it's not like she’ll let us go. We have almost an hour to cover the ventilation to prevent gas from being pumped in and get gas masks or other supplies. I vote we make our stand here; I'll die with honor before I'll live with the guilt of a foal's death on my claws.”

“I vote live.,” Figure sighed. “I'll only be an extra target in a real fight, but he's right.”

“Live,” said Berry next to her.

“Live,” agreed Danger. “None of us gave up easily on our way here; we shouldn't give up now.”

“Ugh,” Night said. “I... I have to say kill, sorry.” He added. “Which I wouldn't be doing if I were the traitor, just to note.”

“Guess my vote is decided for me, then,” Sunburst sighed. “Live.”

“Uh oh!” Paper giggled like a filly watching a parade. “What a turn-around! We got a tie on our hooves! Talons too!”

“Gale,” Thunder looked at her. “Change your vote to 'live'.”

“Fuck no!” Gale shook her head, laughing as if it was the most absurd thing ever.

“I OWN you!” Thunder pointed at her. “You are my PROPERTY, and you will do what I say, so change your fucking vote to live! Otherwise, I swear I will have your cunt permanently sewn shut after you spit out that egg!”

“You ain’t got the balls,” Gale folded her talons. “You won’t sew shut the only griffon-maker in the stable.”

“Whoa!” Figure blinked. “I want her to live, but threats of maiming are uncalled for!”

“Jeeze,” said Crimson. “Creatures lose all reason when a foal's life is at stake. Why? It's not like there's a wonderful world to grow up in; we're doing her a favor.”

“Overmare!” Berry and Figure stared at her like they'd never expect her to say it that bluntly. Winter was less surprised; he'd read her books.

“Should Ginger's vote even count?” asked Tella.

“M-my vote should count twice!” Ginger squealed.

“She’s right,” said Thunder. He was nothing if not determined.

“Okay stop,” said Crimson. “Look, I am the bucking Overmare, so in a tie the decision is mine. I say her vote doesn't count. You'll go along with it, Thunder, or I'll revoke your right to own a slave and you won't be able to legally dismember her into a fuck-pillow if we live.”

“You...” Thunder took a deep breath. “Fine. I concede... not a half-bad idea, though, honestly.”

Thunder glared at Gale, and for a moment she looked sincerely nervous. It probably didn't occur to her before the Overmare confirmed it, but Thunder did have a right to damage his own property. Winter was seeing a side of many of these creatures that he hadn't known was there.

“What is wrong with you creatures?” Danger sat and covered her head with her hooves.

“Nooo!” Ginger shrieked so loud her voice gave out and she broke into a gagging fit.

Winter sighed and held Ginger's muzzle shut with his magic.

“Should we draw straws to see who does it?” Devil asked.

“I'll do it,” Thunder said. “It’s my duty, and I can make sure it's painless.”

“I'll help,” said Crimson. “It's my responsibility as Overmare.” She seemed sincere, or at least faking it well.

“And um I'll go to lend my poor wife the strength in this difficult moment,” Tella smirked, complete with obviously insincere shifty-eyes.

And throughout all this, Winter didn't get to accuse Gale of being the traitor in front of anyone else, but that'd probably go over better after Ginger couldn't contradict his story anyway. Maybe he shouldn’t accuse at all; this was getting nuts and he just wanted to leave without more death.

POV: Crimson Prose

This whole ordeal was more fun than Crimson would expect from such a thing. If she lived, maybe she should mastermind a similar one in a few decades for the next generation. She was already noting ways it might be improved for next time, and it could be more of a challenge since everyone would know how to kill her by then.

But now, it was fun-time. Crimson had never had permission to murder a foal and not even hide it. Though Thunder might be an issue with his annoying 'Let's make it quick' mentality.

What was wrong with these creatures? Even if he wasn't a psycho, he should at least make it enjoyable if he must do it. Creatures like him acted so high-and-mighty, but Crimson would bet anything that every creature fantasized about how fun it'd be to murder-rape a foal at least once.

Or maybe that was just her? Who knew? She did have a very unique upbringing after all.

They moved into the kitchen, closing the door behind them. It wasn't much of a kitchen, but with the shutters closed it provided enough privacy to do so. Crimson carried the struggling Ginger in her magic, who had given up on not crying; her muffled sobbing as Crimson held her muzzle was enough to make Crimson damp again.

“Well I guess a kitchen is the obvious place to butcher meat,” said Crimson. “Though there are plenty of other ways besides the knives. We got the oven, the toaster, some egg beaters...”

“This is no time for jokes, Overmare,” sighed Thunder. “A throat slice would be fastest I think, but...” He cleared his throat, glancing at his pipbuck for a moment, then to Crimson. “Overmare? May I speak to you alone for a moment?”

Thunder waved his head towards a supply closet off to the side. Damn it. Did this mean she'd get to miss the little one's demise? On the other hoof, leaving her alone with Tella would make sure she got a proper one and Crimson could always watch it on the security recordings later. Assuming she survived to access these particular recordings.

“We’re making Tella take care of this?” Crimson smirked.

“I'm so devastated,” purred Tella.

“I'm sure she can handle it,” said Thunder. “Just take one of the kitchen knives and... make the cut as deep as you can as quick as you can. It's not hard to figure out.”

“Oh yes, I'll try to 'figure out' this thing I've never done,” said Tella.

Thunder didn’t recognize the sarcasm. He must have been out of it because Tella was terrible at hiding her desires. From an objective point of view, Tella was both the most likely to be the mastermind due to her careless sadistic nature and the least likely due to her inability to plan anything this intricate. Not that she’d need to do that with an AI helping her.

It wasn't like Crimson would care even if she was though.

“Fine,” said Crimson. “I usually prefer coming out of the closet, but I suppose I can go in this once.”

Crimson turned and opened the closet door, flicking on the light. It was a tight space filled with food, ingredients, and a few utensils, including some nice sharp ones. Thunder seemed reluctant to enter considering he was the one that suggested it.

“So,” Thunder took a deep breath as he closed the door. “I thought... well earlier you were saying...”

“Earlier I was saying... what?” smirked Crimson. She immediately suspected where this would go but wanted to make him say it.

“You said you wanted to take me aside,” said Thunder. He tried to sound eager, but she could tell he wasn’t. Crimson forced ponies to do things they hated enough to recognize fake eagerness.

“You think I want to buck you?” laughed Crimson. “News flash, moron: I wouldn't touch a guy's cock without an intent to torture it. I flirted at you to get my wife mad because I like anger sex.”

“W-what?” Thunder growled. He took another deep breath, shivering. “You can't say that! I know for a fact that the spa ponies bring futa potions before they see to you!”

“Please,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “I enjoy a mare with a dick, but I'm not some freak that would touch a natural male. What kind of pervert do you think I am?”

This was fun, but she wanted to get back to see the horrible things Tella did to Ginger. Crimson would trot around Thunder, but the closet was cramped, so she pointed at the door instead.

“No,” Thunder shook his head.

“Oh, are you going to rape me?” Crimson smirked. “Because there are a dozen sharp objects in here. You'd be a pincushion via telekinesis before you whipped your nasty dick out. If you want to get your rape on, chose somepony that isn't part of the master race.”

“You little,” growled Thunder, tensing up as if deciding what to do next.

“Though I should expect this, I guess,” Crimson shook her head. “I mean ponies don't call griffons rape babies for nothing. I didn't believe it the first time someone told me that rape was the standard method of reproduction in the Griffon Kingdom. But then I visited and found out it was legal the fun way. I guess it makes sense since you all hate each other too much to form real relationships.”

“I'm not even from the Griffon Kingdom!” Thunder said. “I'd think the non-G-name would give that away, but fine. Let's see how Tella did.”

But when he turned, Thunder grabbed a rolling pin of all things from the shelf. Before Crimson could think about turning him into a pin cushion, he cracked her over the horn with it. A horn strike was agonizing for a unicorn, more painful than getting kicked in the balls was for a stallion. Pain gushed through her head and Crimson fell against the wall behind her from the impact.

Holy bucking horse apples, he would really rape her? Crimson didn't think he had it in him to be in her by force. Sure she'd seen him rape rule-breakers over the security cams, but rape as deserved punishment was far removed from raping the Overmare.

Crimson recovered from the impact since she had gotten used to pain. It still hurt like Tartarus though; she didn't get off on pain as much as she pretended to. Thunder followed up by biting down on her horn to keep her from casting. He clenched it in his beak as hard as he could and twisted as if he ripping open a stubborn bottle of griffon ale. The pain intensified and her legs gave out.

“Master race indeed,” Thunder scoffed. He kept his beak on her horn, drooling on it as he talked. “Let's see how your master pussy feels when my inferior cock defiles it.”

Crimson grabbed a nearby knife with her sticky hoof and swung, but his talon caught her wrist. She dropped the knife as he twisted her leg, coming just shy of breaking it at the knee.

“Look I'm sorry, but this is happening,” said Thunder. “Whether or not you're willing, whether or not you’re even alive, I am going to fuck you.”

“Leave it to a male to think like that,” Crimson growled, but he made his point. “Elegant death threat though... I'd have just said 'Don't think I’d mind bucking a corpse'.”

“Shut up!” Thunder twisted at her horn again. “Then either turn around or roll over and present that pussy.”

Crimson didn't give up her struggles despite the threats. He might rape her due to a rule, but he wouldn't murder her when he’d definitely get caught. That and she should probably give Tella as much time as possible; it'd be a shame if Ginger didn't suffer as much because Crimson made Thunder's rape of her too easy.

“You think I'll just roll over for you?” growled Crimson. “If you want to defile this dyke, earn it.”

“I am not fucking kidding!” Thunder pushed Crimson back, pushing her up onto her hind legs and pinning her back to the wall. He took the knife she'd dropped and held it to her throat. “I will slit your throat, bitch!”

“No you won't,” Crimson called him on it. “And if we live through this, I'm going to restrain you in a recreation area and order every single citizen old enough to thrust their hips to rape your asshole at least once. Females too; that's what futa potions are for.”

He'd foalishly put himself in a more ideal condition for crotch kicking. As he raised up onto his hind legs, Crimson slammed one hind hoof smack against his balls. He clenched his beak from the pain, which only hurt Crimson's horn more. His knife slipped and nicked the front of her neck, but was barely enough to bleed. Still there was an instant of panic in his eyes; clearly he wasn't wanting her dead.

“I don't have time for this,” growled Thunder.

Thunder turned her around, releasing her horn from his beak but slamming her horn-first into the wall instead. He grasped her plot in both talons and kneed her in the ovaries, adding another sharp throbbing from her other end. He kept up, slamming her head and kneeing her between the thighs another half-dozen times until she cried out.

“Bucking stop it!” Crimson shrieked as she collapsed.

Thunder tensed at the loud noise, reaching behind them with one of his outstretched wings and latching the door locked in case Tella heard. He then yanked Crimson back to her hooves, pulling her up on her hind hooves facing away from him before pinning her against the wall. One talon grasped around her muzzle to hold it shut as the other yanked her tail out of the way. His warm shaft pulsed against her.

Crimson didn't really mind dick and had enjoyed the real thing often enough. Of course she always murdered the male afterward, so if she and Thunder lived through this, Thunder wouldn’t remain living for long after.

It surprised Crimson how upsetting it felt to be pinned down and used though. Maybe it was because most of her fillyhood memories involved being raped by family or family friends. The only other clear memories were when her father forced her to murder her two best friends and when she murdered Hayscartes to steal his method. Good times.

She'd forgotten how humiliating this felt on the receiving end after having avoided it for so long though. Tears rolled down her face as he pushed his shaft tip against her entrance and rammed it forward. He gave her no time to adjust, not that she needed it, ramming belly-deep on the first stroke, his balls swinging forward and smacking her crotch tits. She had to admit, those feline barbs felt nice, but that didn't help the humiliation factor.

“How about that,” Thunder grunted as he worked into a solid thrusting motion, panted and flexing his wings at her reluctant hole squeezing at him by instinct. “Are you crying? I never thought I'd see the day.”

Crimson growled, face smashed against the wall, but ceased her writhing and just let it happen. It wouldn't drag things out any more and she didn't want him to enjoy it more due to squirming. She tried to keep her hole from convulsing around him, but that was impossible with that beauty dragging its barbed length through her tunnel.

“By Guto's sweaty ball sack, you are soaked,” groaned Thunder. “And not just from doing your wife earlier, did you want this more than you admitted?”

Crimson grunted, but decided not to tell him it was actually her desire to see Ginger die, which she wasn't getting to see due to the rape break. At least Tella was getting plenty of time to make the little one suffer. He was being weird though: why rationalize that she wanted it when he could enjoy her suffering instead?

Thunder nipped at her mane, breathing against her face from behind as he tugged. Her rolled his eyes back as he got into it, speeding up his motions until they were a blur. His claws dug into her flanks like nails as his muscles tensed with each thrust. His chest stuck against her back, both covered with sweat now, and their thighs drooling with far more fluid. This made a rather delicious lewd sound.

As honorable as he claimed to be, Thunder leaned forward to get a better look at Crimson's crying face. She supposed he wasn't too much of a bad creature if he knew how enjoyable it was to see the disgust and shame in a victim's face. She glared hard at him and he gave a toothy grin. Why the buck did griffons even have teeth? Wasn't the giant knife on their face enough?

“That's it, oh yeah, gonna cum,” Thunder panted as his movements became less fluid.

As if she couldn't tell. She could feel his muscles tightening with each thrust, his shaft throbbing hard inside her, and that quiver of his body against her own. Crimson braced herself as he clenched his beak and tried not to moan too loudly, blasting a solid load of sperm into her nether region. He pulled back enough not to knot her, but packed the cum in with such fervor that he almost shoved it in anyway.

“You done?” asked Crimson when he lightened his grasp on her muzzle.

“Are you?” Thunder said, moving a serrated claw to her throat. “I know you think I won't kill you, but how sure are you? Do I have to worry about you telling?”

“Please,” snorted Crimson, rolling her eyes. “My dad raped me way harder than this as early as my eight birthday and I never told on him. This was nothing.”

Thunder blinked, his grin faltering as he tried to decide if she was serious. She must have given him a good pang of guilt because he pulled back quickly and grew very quiet. He sighed, pulling up his pipbuck and looking at it.

“Damn it, it already changed,” he muttered, then caught himself and glanced at Crimson as if scared she heard the comment.

“You done? Good,” Crimson pretended not to hear. “Give me time for my horn to stop throbbing and I'll cast a spell to clean our sweaty bodies. Otherwise my wife may murder you on sight. Or laugh. She's hard to predict.”

POV: Tella

It was odd that Thunder wanted to see her wife in a closet, but Tella didn't think much of it. This time she hoped he gave Crimson a good fucking, preferably of the rapey type. Then she'd have something on him to keep him from mentioning how she tortured Ginger to death.

“Please, hide me,” Ginger begged once alone with Tella. “Y-you can say you killed me and just put me in the trash can with trash on top of me. I'll be still and nopony will notice!”

Tella rolled her eyes and held the little ones mouth shut with her magic. She leaned forward, licking the tears off of Ginger's face and shivering at the familiar salty taste. As a hoof pulled up Ginger's skirt and rubbed against her nethers, her eyes widened. Ginger might have looked even more terrified if it were possible.

Winter’s actions were plain since Ginger’s holes still drooled his bloody cum. It was disgusting to get sloppy seconds after a natural cock, but Tella would deal with it if it meant she got to have her fun.

“I'm not helping you, filly,” Tella purred. “Because I’ll enjoy murdering you; you have no idea how much.”

Tella looked at her pipbuck, verifying that it'd been long enough since she told Ginger she would kill her, then pulled the little filly scout closer.

“You're having a bad day, huh,” Paper Cut said from the monitor. “Ginger I mean, Tella's having a great day! She gets to make the first kill! I'm so jelly!”

“You stay quiet,” Tella growled. “I know what I'm doing. Just tell me when I get low on time so I can finish her.”

“I guess I'll do that,” shrugged Paper Cut. “I don't want you all to die this early after all. Just don't expect me not to masturbate furiously! Or pretend to at least.”

Tella flopped onto the floor, laying on her back and relaxing. She spread her hind legs and moved the terrified little filly with her magic, rubbing her face against Tella's drenched fun hole. She chuckled as the little one sputtered, face twisting with disgust before Tella turned her.

Tella forced Ginger's legs open and raised one of her own, moving her hips to the side as she pushed the mare and filly pussies together. She rubbed, scissoring the foal there on the floor. The one good thing about Ginger having been pre-fucked was that the mere touch hurt the filly; Tella felt her body tense with the stinging pain.

As she ground their wet labia together, she picked up a butcher knife in her magic and held it against Ginger's throat. She purred more at how the foal shied away from it in terror. There was nothing quite like ending a life that was so young and innocent.

“I gotta say,” Tella squeaked a little. “You being in a filly guide outfit makes this ten times hotter. I heard how your little friends got slaughtered on the way here. Sounded so bucking hot, wish I could have been there to see it and grind my sopping wet cunt on their corpses.”

There was an obvious ruckus in the closet, and Tella figured what it was. She'd let Thunder have a happy-fun-rape-time with Crimson if it meant she got more time with Ginger, especially after Crimson's earlier antics. She'd make his suffering particularly delightful when she killed him though.

Ginger stared dumbfounded as Tella stifled her own moan to keep those outside from hearing. Tella pushed harder, panting before her whole body tensed and her pussy exploded against the underage snatch. It drenched Ginger's lower body, her skirt getting soaked again. Ginger's tear-stained expression could only be described as 'why?'; it was little things like that that made foal snuff the hottest.

“Twenty minutes,” Paper Cut said from behind her. "Too bad you freaks took so long getting to the dining hall and voting."

Tella moved the butcher knife from Ginger's neck and down to her nethers. Ginger relaxed only a moment before the tip touched her well-used little pussy. Tella stood above her, first using the knife to slice through Ginger's uniform. She left it open so she could see every little spasm that twitched through this cute little body as it died.

She moved the tip back down to Ginger's hot little pussy and placed the tip against her entrance. Ginger shook her head, sobbing as loudly as she could with her muzzle muffled. Tella savored every little muscle spasm that shot through Ginger's body as she pushed the knife inside. Even freshly fucked, she was so tight that it was more like stabbing than fucking her with it, but the result was what Tella desired.

Ginger shrieked, so Tella clamped her muzzle shut harder. The last thing she needed was someone else coming in here and showing this innocent angel the mercy of a quick death. The stab might have killed her, but Tella was good at this, pushing it as deep as she could without damaging anything that would end the agony too quickly. She leaned down and licked at the fresh blood that now flowed over the handle as she pushed in all the way.

Ginger's body convulsed uncontrollably and Tella held her more tightly in her telekinesis. She didn’t want to slip and kill her too fast, and her shivering against Tella's magical sense felt so good. It more than made up for the lack of squealing.

As the little body jerked harder, Tella pushed the blade in and out, twisting it with each thrust. She sliced into every wall of the immature vaginal cavity and stabbed into her womb. Now instead of blood tinged cum drooling out, it was more cum-tinged blood. Ginger's spasms increased with each stab, her tiny body twisting as much as she could. It was a delight to watch her little muscles twitch with such torment.

“Fifteen minutes,” panted Paper.

As she continued to stab, Tella used her magic to twist one of the little one's front legs. She bent it back at the joint until the fragile little bone snapped, eliciting beautiful shivers through the little one's body. Ginger's expression looked broken, wide-eyed and awash in a sea of pain that her tiny mind couldn't even comprehend as Tella twisted the broken joint around, licking at the shards of bone that jutted through her bloody flesh.

Tella couldn't help but masturbate with both hooves as she watched the gorgeous suffering. She moved from one leg to another, snapping each join with her magic, knee and ankle, twisting each out of shape but careful not to yank the limbs off lest the suffering of the shattered bones abate slightly.

She yanked Ginger's head upward as she did, forcing her to double over to watch the knife raping her. Ginger tried to cry out as she watched what was now just a gaping wound in her body, bits of flesh and chopped up womb and intestines drooling out. Her pussy and asshole were no more, just one giant meat hole for fucking.

“Ten minutes,” said Paper. "Really hot by the way. I can tell you've had a lot of practice!”

Tella looked around for what she could use to make the foal suffer more agony. She grabbed salt, hot pepper, lemon juice, and vinegar from the shelves nearby, floating them to her. She pulled the knife out, then turned Ginger's plot up and poured all four into the gaping wound that used to be her orifices. Ginger twisted and jerked, trying to scream but just gagging up blood instead as the unimaginable torment coursed through her.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” A voice behind her called out. Oh. Thunder was done with Crimson. Tella hadn't heard the door open.

“No don't stop her now!” Paper said. “You still got five minutes left, and she's a real artist!”

“Oh, did you want to fuck her hole now?” Tella smirked back at Thunder. “It might sting your dick with all I put into it.”

Thunder grabbed Tella by the neck and threw her out of the way. He moved as quickly as he could, holding Ginger's body in both talons and dragging his razor-edged beak across her neck. Blood shot out all over his face, but Ginger's struggles ceased within seconds, a tinge of relief on her tormented face from being shown mercy.

"Aw, too bad," Paper sighed. "And we were so close to another violation."

"Eh?" Tella blinked, then chuckled. "Oh yeah, I really dodged a bullet on that one. Either that or I didn't care, not even I know for sure."

“You were supposed to do it quickly!” Thunder screamed at Tella, ignoring her nonsense. “What do you think the others will think when they see this?”

“They won't,” shrugged Tella. “Because you won't tell them, and in exchange I won't tell them you raped my wife.”

“Wow, that worked out pretty good,” Crimson snickered from behind Thunder, limping as she walked. Tella could see the disgusting cum drooling down her thighs from there.

“Yay, it's time!” Paper danced around on the screen in a cheerleader outfit as Crimson came out of the closet and saw the body.

The screen blinked, and Tella assumed the other screens activated too. Paper was sitting at a desk now reading a piece of paper like a newscaster.

“A body has been discovered!” Paper announced. “It's that rape-bait filly guide, not that you needed to be told. What you do need to be told is that Thunder is a dirty kill stealer! So be careful when murdering around him!”

Paper tapped the 16 at the bottom of the screen, and it scrolled to a 15. On the silhouette figures behind it, the one shaped like Ginger, darkened as a red X covered it.

Surviving Participants: 15

9. Food and Rest

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Thunder

Thunder clenched his talon. It was all he could do to keep from ripping Tella's throat out, but instead he wiped Ginger's blood off his beak with one of the kitchen towels. He then lay it over the filly. He’d love to put her somewhere more respectful, but there wasn’t any way to do that with the rules against moving bodies, so he just hid her from sight. He really hoped this was over before she started to smell.

After wiping his beak with a second towel, he turned to leave without speaking to Crimson or Tella.

The main dining room was quiet, but everyone had remained. They gathered around tables to eat food that Berry and Figure had brought back from the warehouse. Everyone looked at him as he emerged, wide eyes and no comments. He sighed, moving to one of the three empty spots where someone placed a meal.

The food was lettuce and flower sandwiches with vegetables on the side. He'd rather have something meaty, but he'd gotten used to pony food since he'd been here. The only thing to drink was bottles of Glimmer Cola. He didn't care for those either, but at least it'd give him energy.

As Crimson and Tella sat near him, he still didn't look at them. He scarfed down his sandwich as quickly as he could. He wasn't hungry, but was rather desperate to get the flavor of Ginger's blood out of his beak. Thunder shivered; he would never forget that image of her being tortured burned into his memory.

“Well that's done,” the Overmare scarfed down food between words. “It's getting late, so we need to decide how to handle sleeping arrangements. “Don't forget we have to each spend eight hours alone each day.”

“Thunder is excused from this sleep I guess,” said Tella, as if still angry that he 'stole her kill'. He never imagined she was THAT much of a psycho. He wasn't even sure how to process that Tella was even capable of that. Could that mean... surely not, she wouldn't trap her own wife in a game like this, though he wouldn’t doubt she’d trap herself.

He turned to Crimson, pretending not to be uncomfortable with the way she leered at him. It was hard though; he felt bad enough about raping her, and now he knew he'd given her flashbacks of a horrible foalhood. He took a deep breath before continuing.

“Shadow's team searched the residential area, correct?” asked Thunder. “What did you find?”

“There are nine rooms,” said Devil. “Enough for almost half of us.”

“Eight rooms,” corrected Shadow. “Exactly enough for half of us.”

“That's perfect then,” nodded Thunder. “The main thing is, we have to keep people in groups so the traitor can't act. So here is what I am thinking. We have two night shifts. With each, we put half of us into rooms by themselves, three creatures guarding, and the rest searching for clues as a group. Unless you're doing your eight hours of alone time, no one is to be in a group of less than three. Then when we're all awake, we are all together, no exceptions. If one of us needs to shit, we all go to the restroom together.”

“Well we got an even number of threes now I guess,” Figure sighed, then added a “Sorry.” as if realizing how terrible that sounded.

“R-remember what we said, Mom?” Button asked Cream. “W-we have to be next to each other and stay against the wall between it, super close, okay?”

“Of course, sweetie,” Cream sighed and stroked his mane with a hoof.

“I don't know,” Shadow sighed. “Somehow that doesn't seem like enough. And will there be clues? I mean why would they leave clues out for us to find?”

“Those crazy enough to do something like this,” Crimson said. “May be crazy enough to leave clues just for the sport of it. This whole thing reeks of comic-book level super-villainy.”

“We'll draw groups at random,” said Thunder. “Excluding family members who will always be in the same group. That will decrease the ability for the traitor to plan at least.”

“That sounds safe,” said Danger. “But I wanted to ask while everyone was here... I couldn't help but notice some are injured?”

“Ah,” Cream nodded. “Something fell off a shelf in the warehouse and hit my face.”

Thunder appreciated her lying, but he supposed she had to to keep him from telling on her. It wasn't every day he walked in on someone banging her own son in a storage room.

“The shelves aren't stable,” agreed Thunder. “A bucket fell off and hit me in the head.”

“My wife beat me over the head with a 'slippery when wet' sign,” Tella said.

All eyes converged on Crimson and Tella, many wide, some rolling.

“Now, now," Crimson smirked. “No kink-shaming!”

“So aside from the warehouse,” Thunder said, attempting the impossible task of keeping this group on target. “Where we found food I see, did we find anything in the magitech labs?”

“Ah um, no,” Winter said. “Just a bunch of experiments. We can't know what with the terminals password protected.”

“Does the Overmare have those passwords?” asked Devil. “I suppose she wouldn't.”

“I would have,” said Crimson. “If we weren't cut off from the stable's maneframe in here for me to retrieve them. And since that AI is probably in the maneframe, she may have deleted anything useful anyway.”

“We found the password to one,” said Night. “But all we discovered is there were an awful lot of inappropriate experiments, so par for the course with Stable Tec. There were even pods to keep people sealed off while they waited for mutating agents to take effect and see what they'd become.”

“What did they become?” Smokey perked her ears. She probably just wanted to fuck a monster, but no one answered before it interrupted them.

“Enjoying your meals?” Paper Cut blinked onto the nearby screen.

“Go away,” Thunder growled. He couldn't be any sicker of that damn AI. Whoever programmed her deserved to step on a thousand lego blocks.

“But don't you want to know about the poison you all just ate?” asked Paper, batting her eyes.

“What,” Thunder deadpanned, trying to figure if it was screwing with them.

“What do you mean?” asked Danger, putting her bite down, not that they all hadn't already eaten plenty. They all had.

“Oh Celestia, I was afraid of this!” Cream hugged Button close.

“Is it painful?” asked Smokey hopefully.

“It could be!” Paper tapped her chin. “Or maybe not! It’d bore me to tell you too many details, and it's not like I got a chance to test it. Suffice to say, all the food, drink, and even the water in the sinks is contaminated. And if you refuse to eat, I'll just pump it in as gas, so you're stuck with it. Puhuhu!”

“That's insane,” Shadow looked at his food. "All the food can't be contaminated."

"I've been in the maneframe for months," chuckled Paper. "It was easy enough to have your robots contaminate the food down here when you weren't using them."

"But the water supply too?" Danger asked. "How would you do that? The filters would eliminate any chemicals."

"Yeah, weird," Tella chuckled. "It's not like there's a secret system to put chemicals in the tap water or anything."

It was insane. An entire warehouse of food had been contaminated? If they had control of the maneframe, they could have used robots to do it when they weren't being used for something else, but even then it would take weeks! How long had that thing been in the maneframe?

“Anyone that has weird symptoms let everyone else know I guess,” said Crimson.

“No, only let me know,” said Thunder. “If we tell everyone, it could have a psychosomatic effect where everyone gets symptoms they're afraid of getting. If everyone instead tells just me, I can identify which symptoms every creature experiences.”

There was a round of approval, but most were too whipped to speak more. Even Thunder had no idea how it would help to know the symptoms, so it was more or less an exercise in deciding how fucked they were.

The random drawing for who did what passed, and no one argued their lots. For the first half of the night, Cream, Button, Gale, Smokey, Berry, Figure, and Sunburst would each have a room to sleep. Thunder, Shadow, and Devil would guard, leaving Crimson, Tella, Danger, Winter, and Night to search for anything they missed. Thunder made clear they were not to separate for anything even if a certain couple decided that sex in front of the others was a good idea.

No one brought any symptoms to Thunder's attention yet. They all seemed antsy, but that could be the paranoia of the situation. Thunder himself felt unduly horny considering he'd just fucked Crimson. That wasn't a bad thing though with his rule.

His first rule was “Cum inside Crimson Prose within 20 hours. The name and the number of hours will reset at random each time you complete the task.” He'd hoped that when he performed that task, it would still count down the rest of the 20 hours before changing, but it didn't. It had switched to “Devil Rose within 3 hours”, which was why Thunder rigged the drawing to put him and Devil in the smallest group together. Devil didn't like it up the bum that Thunder knew, but Devil and Shadow were on the security force. Thunder ordering subordinates to bend over wasn't without precedence; it wasn’t even against the Overmare's rules.

There were two big problems. First, Thunder had hoped the time limit stayed over ten hours, but when it hit three, he wondered how low it might go. Second, now that one of them was dead, would it rule out Ginger from the random draw? Knowing this Paper Cut thing, it wouldn't. It might switch to her on purpose next time.

The sleepers retreated to their rooms, Button being particular about his mother staying close to him through the wall. He'd made his rule damned plain, but the kid wasn't bright enough to realize he'd done that, and everyone knew to play dumb. If anything he was lucky he had such an easy rule to follow. Stay next to the pony he would stay close to, anyway? Thunder didn't see how that could be a problem for Button.

Though given what Thunder walked in on in the storage room earlier, maybe that was just so Button couldn't escape Cream's rule. Or Cream herself if that had nothing to do with her rule.

Now half of them were asleep and those not guarding went to the dining hall. They wanted to wrap Ginger's body with more than a towel so she wouldn't stink too much. He'd let Tella explain why Ginger was so defiled.

Shadow and Devil were quiet, just hanging in the middle of the hallway. There wasn't a lot to guard since each person was in a different locked room with no doors between them. Unless one of them was hiding a stealth jackhammer, a traitor couldn’t get to anyone else to harm them.

Thunder looked at his pipbuck, verifying that it was under an hour until he had to do his task. He’d wait until the last hour from now on so he'd have to do as few as possible, without cutting too close in case Devil gave him trouble.

“So,” Thunder said, trying to segway into ass-fucking without being too blatant. “One of the room floors was sticky when I gave them a run through. Can I assume that was from Devil and Smokey?”

“Do we have to talk about that?” Shadow huffed. He glared at Thunder so intensely that Thunder wondered if Shadow was angry with him.

“I didn't pound her plot,” Devil said. “I guess you have a problem with that?”

“Why would I?” shrugged Thunder. “I've fucked her. I was just wondering if uh... you like being on the bottom of that situation.”

Devil clenched his teeth for a few moments as if not wanting to answer.

“Do you?” Thunder repeated.

“Yeah, I love it as much as Smokey,” Devil said between clenched teeth.

“Since when?” Shadow tilted his head. “I didn't think you'd ever been on the receiving end of a dick.”

“Oh?” Thunder asked. He had expected for Devil to be reluctant and have to order it. “Does that mean you'd like to... relieve some of my stress now?”

“Is this the time?” Shadow rubbed his forehead with a claw.

Devil stared for a long time but nodded. “Yeah, I'm up for it. Nothing like getting a dick rammed in my loose tail hole.”

“Oh crap,” Thunder realized. “I meant to get lubricant from the warehouse but didn't.”

“Spit's good enough,” Devil said. His words were reluctant given their content, and Thunder wondered if he didn't want to and was abiding by a rule. Thunder would not question it though if it was convenient to his own rule.

“Damn it I'm horny,” sighed Shadow.

“You could take his other end?” offered Thunder.

“Yeah sure go for it,” Devil sounded almost sarcastic.

“Not into males like that,” shrugged Shadow. “Though I'm riled up enough to at least jack off to it, so fag it up to your heart's content.”

Thunder was certain he was raping Devil now and Devil just couldn't admit it, but he'd raped the Overmare so this would not get him into worse trouble. He moved a claw to Devil's head and coaxed the stallion towards his sheath. Thunder's goods already poked free despite being spent, so a warm muzzle should pull it the rest of the way.

Devil knelt and Thunder mounted the stallion's front end, grasping him about the waist and stroking his sides. While he wasn't eager, Devil did his best to get Thunder's shaft as wet as possible. He slurped at the tip, allowing it to extend into his muzzle as it hardened, twirling his tongue around it to get as much saliva as possible. The shaft leaped to attention much faster than Thunder expected, and the touch of Devil's muzzle felt too amazing for a stallion.

Shadow sat on his haunches nearby as he watched, stroking his own shaft with both claws. It seemed like it'd be uncomfortable with metal claws, but the shaft looked durable, like it might have been pliable metal itself, so smooth it glistened even when dry. The thing had more barbs and ridges than a griffon's dick, like only a masochist would allow it inside them; no wonder Smokey wanted her Dad's dick so much.

Thunder shivered as his shaft grew to full hardness and Devil lapped over every square inch, making sure not to leave a bare spot. There was no attention to Thunder's balls or other playfulness; Devil clearly only cared about getting it as slick as possible. Devil looked pissed off, but Thunder found it a little amusing. He should order his male underlings to bend over for him more often.

Shadow's claws and shaft made an odd metallic scraping sound as one moved up and down over the other. He moved to a spot to better see the action and drooled despite his reluctance to join. Shadow seemed to enjoy the sight more than he normally would and Thunder had to admit both Shadow and Devil looked sexier than he remembered. Perhaps it wasn't unusual though: This wasn't the first time Thunder got excitable during a life-or-death situation.

Devil pulled his muzzle off Thunder's shaft, which throbbed in protest at being deprived of a warm hole. Devil turned himself around beneath Thunder and pushed his rear up to his shaft as if wanting it in before it dried.

“I'll go easy on you,” Thunder said, smirking inside as he suspected what Devil’s rule would require him to answer. “I assume that’s fine.”

“Nah,” Devil sighed. “I'd rather you go as hard as possible. I do this all the time.”

“Well you asked for it,” Thunder grinned, pretending not to catch on to the required lying. It wasn't like Devil could call him on it. While he didn't usually rape undeserving ponies, this was getting hot.

Thunder jerked Devil's tail out of the way, pushing his tip against the tight pucker. Devil clenched his teeth harder, his hole tensing up at the threat of invasion. Even if he claimed otherwise, Thunder was certain Devil had never been penetrated. At least Thunder got to enjoy a virgin asshole before his rule got weird later.

Devil's behind was so clenched that Thunder had to dig his claws into the stallion's flanks to get an adequate grip on him. Talons penetrated pony meat like nails as the griffon grasped the hips, muscles straining as he pushed. When it gave, Devil squealed like an eight-year-old left alone with a priest, and clenching hot flesh surrounded Thunder's shaft.

Saliva wasn't adequate enough, but Thunder forced it deeper. Devil cried out as the griffon dick tore his ass open, and Thunder pushed his chest against the other male's back to feel the twitching of unwilling muscles. The tightness of the clenching sphincter made it difficult, but Thunder put his all into it, drilling his cock into Devil's backside.

At first the pony's reaction was as expected. Devil cried out in obvious pain, legs quivering as he forced himself not to resist. Tears rolled down the hardened mercenary's shamed face as he looked away from Thunder's smirk and Shadow's watchful eyes.

But within only a few thrusts, Devil's movements became more willing, his hips rolling back as the fleshy penetration sound overpowered the metallic masturbation nearby. Devil arched his back and shivered as if surprised how good it felt and his moans became more pleasurable. His tail hole clenched more, less to force Thunder out and more to feel the thick meat stretching him out all the more.

Thunder had to admit this felt amazing. Even though he preferred pussy, this damp shit hole gave more pleasure than the Overmare's drenched cock hole. He wasn't sure if Devil just had an amazing ass or if the whole situation was driving them both mad.

“For Break's sake,” grunted Shadow. “You're acting like Smokey; I had no idea you were this much of a faggot, Devil.” He didn't stop jacking off to it though.

“Hurts more than I thought it would,” grunted Devil. “But don't stop. Fuck me harder.”

The pain on Devil's face disappeared, though the humiliation magnified. Thunder was getting confused. Was Devil lying or not? It didn't matter; this felt too good. How did a pony feel this good?

“You like that?” groaned Thunder. Devil's positive response coupled with the obvious shame on his face gave Thunder a surge of dominant lust. “Come on, tell us how much you love it, how much you want an asshole full of griffon spunk.”

“Buck,” Devil teared up again, his body still responding but his whole body blushing red right through his fur. “Ram my slut ass like a cock sock, load me until I gag out your cum.” At least Devil's experience with Smokey gave him good lines to use.

Thunder reached one claw around to grasp at Devil's erection, squeezing it and stroking him in rhythm with the plot plunging. He grasped his head with the other, turning it about and kissing him. Devil returned the kiss, playing their tongues together, and Thunder enjoyed a nice close look at the humiliation in Devil's eyes.

Thunder glanced at his pipbuck and saw he had half an hour left before he had to cum inside Devil. He slowed his thrusting, trying to make it last as long as he could since the moment he came he'd get another time limit. It wasn't easy though with Devil's ass milking his shaft though.

Still Thunder held on longer. He only gave out when Devil came himself, sending a splatter of stallion sperm onto the floor and a flurry of convulsions through the already tight rear. Thunder let loose, blasting his load into the rump and packing it in as hard as he could.

“Yeah that's my slut,” groaned Thunder. “Expect me to be paying you some visits if we survive.”

Devil collapsed beneath him, covering his face with his front hooves in shame, but didn't disagree either. Thunder pulled free, then glanced at his pipbuck again.

Phew; not who he feared it'd be. Yet.

POV: Winter Quill

The searching group didn't do much searching at first. They first headed to the dining hall to discuss where they should look. The best place to search would be the labs that Winter's group pretended to search, but he wasn't saying that.

Crimson or Tella would suggest it since they seemed to have figured it out already. He was surprised but grateful they hadn't told the others. Still, it wasn't that easy knowing Ginger's corpse was next to them in the kitchen. As long as he didn't see it, his rule wouldn’t hurt him, but just being near made it hard to not think about it.

He never got around to accusing Gale of being the traitor even though he initially meant to. He didn't have the guts to be responsible for another death, so instead of blaming it on anypony, maybe he should just hope three days passed without another death so they could all leave. Thunder had things locked down pretty good, so it’d make sense to the group that the traitor might simply never have an opportunity to kill.

“There were a lot of files in the labs we searched,” Night suggested it first. “What about the ones you looked at, Winter?”

“There were quite a few,” stammered Winter. “Didn't go through a lot.”

“A stammer?” Tella smirked. “Is it because we're so close to that filly you murdered?”

Damn it. So she wouldn’t stay quiet. He hoped that was all she said and the others took it as a poor joke.

“Letting her cry doesn't equal killing her,” Danger came to Winter's defense without knowing how right Tella was. “None of us killed her, not even Thunder. The only murderer here is Paper Cut.”

“Trying to make yourselves feel better and justify what you did?” asked Paper from the monitor, lounging in her desk chair. “Most of you here are accomplices via voting for her to die; any of you could have swayed the vote. Hm... I wish more of you cared though. That would make it a lot more fun to say.”

“I think my beloved was being more literal than that,” said Crimson, turning up another cola despite what they'd been told it contained.

“Exactly,” Tella said. “Letting her cry wouldn't equal killing her, but raping her until she cried sure as buck does. So how long did she resist? Get a good fuck in at least? You must have; both her holes were drooling with your sperm when I looked.”

“Well it sure wasn't Gale's sperm, unless she was hiding a futa potion I didn’t see,” said Crimson, shaking her head. “For shame.”

“Wait, what?” Danger blinked., “What are you talking about?”

“Are you serious?” asked Night.

“T-this is no time for inappropriate jokes,” Winter stammered. Though he wondered if making a claim of 'she wanted it' would have been better than denying it. There wasn't much chance they'd believe that now without her here to begrudgingly confirm that she did.

“It surprised me how long she lasted too,” added Paper.

“T-that's...” Danger shook her head, but believed the Overmare and her wife over Winter. “And to think I defended you when I heard rumors you were molesting her... I can't believe this!”

“So did you search the other magitech wing at all?” growled Night. “Or did you spend the whole time raping the foal under your care?”

Winter didn't know what to say. He looked down at the table but could still feel the angry stares on him.

“Before we search anywhere,” Dangerous said. “I think he should take a hard look into the eyes of the filly he murdered.”

“What? No!” Suddenly Winter's heart was thumping so hard that it echoed in his ears.

“Eh, why not?” Crimson shrugged. “It's not like we can kill him since we have to try to not let anyone die for three days. I can always castrate him when we get out.”

“With a nutcracker,” grinned Tella.

“Look, let's go search the...” Winter didn't get to finish though as he felt magic clamp his muzzle shut. Damn it!

His first instinct was to run to the guards and hope that Thunder would encourage them not to do this, but his whole body froze. Crimson, Tella, and Night all had him in their magical grasp, and Night was a bucking battle mage. There was no getting out of this with that much telekinesis turned on him.

They clamped winter's muzzle shut so tightly his teeth hurt, not even allowing him to beg for them to stop. The group stood and walked towards the kitchen, and all Winter could do was close his eyes. He tried to kick and flail, but it was no use.

“Oh I like where this is going!” Paper called from the monitor. She would. “Please tell me we're about to go down to 14?”

“Shut up,” Dangerous called back at Paper. They wouldn't kill him, though Winter wondered if that wouldn't be the better choice for him.

Winter didn't see what was going on as they carried him into the kitchen, hearing their voices and smelling the first, oddly spicy trace of decaying flesh. He heard a wet sound as if somepony was unwrapping a slab of meat and the stench grew stronger. The stench was bloodier that Winter would have expected since she wasn't bleeding that much when he left her.

“What the buck happened to her?” Dangerous gasped in shock as the body was unwrapped.

“Yeah, Thunder got... amorous,” Tella said.

“And you let him?!” Night asked.

“Don't blame us, that guy's a fighter,” said Crimson. “He was fast to smash both our horns and restrain us. He gave us both a quick rape and then had his way with Ginger before knife-raping her and ripping her throat out with his beak.”

“And you didn't tell us?” Dangerous gasped atop her gasp.

“Well it's probably because of a rule,” Crimson said. “And I didn't want to risk him thinking somepony figured it out. We probably shouldn't mention it to him until this is over.”

Winter wasn't sure what they all meant; his eyes were still closed.. He hoped that whatever it was, they would be too shocked to continue, but no such luck.

“I guess he caused it all the same,” sighed Dangerous. “Open your eyes and look at her, asshole.”

Winter shook his head as hard as he could, huffing as tears streamed out from his clenched eyelids. He flailed as the warm glow of magic pried his eyelids open, but a moment later he went limp as it was too late.

They were right. Ginger's condition was appalling. Crimson wasn't kidding about the knife rape; Ginger's backside was diced with repeated stabbing until one couldn't make out the shape of her pussy and ass any more. Her intestines and other gore drooled out the gaping hole. They’d sliced her neck, and she had a look of abject terror frozen on her face forever.

Of course, Winter’s rule wasn't against seeing a corpse, but a requirement of what to do when he saw one. Given the task, it was tempting to break his rule and die instead. But no, he was too much of a coward for that. He just wished it allowed him to explain why he did this.

When they released Winter from their magic, their expectation would be that he'd turn away, but instead breathed deeply and trotted up to Ginger's body. He unwrapped her limp form fully and wrinkled his nose at the smell of stale blood and sperm, trying to breathe as little as possible.

Careful not to move her corpse enough to break the corpse-moving rule, he pushed the drooling entrails back inside the gaping wound in her plot. Even with magic, he felt the chill of dead flesh. He gripped around her belly, keeping the gore inside her as he lifted her off the floor. He slid beneath her, laying on his back and allowing her cold body to settle atop his belly.

“What are you doing?” Danger asked with a shocked expression. “Are you doing what I think you're doing?”

“Please tell me you are,” Tella laughed.

“Aren't you going to tell him to stop?” Night peered at the Overmare.

“Why?” Crimson shrugged. “There's no law against it; a dead body is just an object, or a giant fleshlight in this case.”

“That filly is not just an object!” Danger protested.

“She wasn't,” said Crimson. “But she is now. Either way, get off fast Winter; we're supposed to get searching done.”

That conversation wasn't helping. He was trying very hard to imagine Ginger as alive so he could get hard, but it was impossible with the cold clammy flesh rubbing over his shaft. Despite that though, it emerged no slower than normal and felt rather nice. He'd tried necrophilia a few times with fresh corpses during or after a battle and never gotten into it, but this felt great for some reason.

“You don't have to watch,” Winter grunted, hoping they'd leave.

“Oh, but we're supposed to stay together,” smirked Tella. “Not sure if I can masturbate to this though. I'm not some freak that rubs it to a male having sex.”

“Well I think I might can,” Crimson purred as she sat up on her haunches and slid a hoof between her thighs.

“I-I'm waiting in the dining room,” Danger turned wide-eyed and walked out of the kitchen.

Night followed her, both ignoring the 'stick together' rule. Though even they looked hot and bothered. Everypony seemed to be getting increasingly pent up.

Winter lifted Ginger's body, the filly flopping limply, terror-stricken eyes staring down at Winter. He pushed his tip against her gaping hole, pushing deep. There was no vulva left, so he pushed up into the cold diced organs covered in coagulated blood, squeezing her with his magic to keep it tight around him. He shivered in disgust and closed his eyes again, but all the same pulled her up and down on his shaft.

Closing his eyes didn’t block the grotesque sound of his throbbing meat pushing into the frigid filly. It also didn't block out the slick sound of Crimson grinding a hoof against her own pussy, a sound that seemed to get closer after a few moments.

“Oh why not,” grunted Tella. “But if the male touches me, I'm tying his cock in a knot. With a nail gun.”

He heard the others move closer and Ginger's body shifted before growing steadier. Winter opened his eyes to see that Crimson and Tella had sat up on their haunches on either side of the cadaverific filly, pinning her between them. They kissed one another and rotated their hips, grinding their slits against either side of Ginger's head.

Crimson slid a hoof down to make sure Ginger's vacant expression stayed trained upon Winter, but Tella just glared at him as if daring him to touch her. Winter never realized how psychotic they could be, but gave them the benefit of a doubt and assumed they were just following perverse rules.

A pair of dykes making out over him made it easier to stay hard, but he didn't need it. Every thrust into the moist chill of compressed gore felt better than the last. Soon the thing drawing his eyes was no longer the two mares rubbing each other down as they battled their tongues in repeated deep kisses. Instead he stared at Ginger's dead eyes, her head jostled back and forth by the bellies that had it pinned.

Winter didn't know why it felt so good to defile a foal's corpse, but he no longer questioned why. He had planned to get it over with, but now he was holding it in so he could fuck her longer. As he plowed the tiny freezer, his magic tightened around her, gore oozing back out from around his dick. It slid down his thighs and over his belly like a glob of cold pudding.

As Ginger's body deflated slightly from the loss of gore, it gave him an idea.

He turned Ginger's head, so she faced the Overmare, who got the picture. She pushed her hips down, popping Ginger's muzzle into her slit. She pushed her hips harder, fucking herself on the dead filly's muzzle as Tella continued grinding against the opposite side. The two mares couched lower as Ginger's body deflated to continue grinding against her.

Winter pushed her down harder, driving his shaft deeper up inside her. His shaft bulged out her body all the way up into her chest, expanding her neck with the tip. He scruched the foal corpse enough that his tip pushed out into her muzzle though he couldn't go any further with it shut.

Mid-kiss with her wife, the Overmare glanced over to him and slid a hoof along Ginger's neck. She smirked at the realization and adjusted her position. She pulled her hips back and used her magic to twist Ginger's lower jaw. The other sounds hid the tearing of flesh as she ripped the jaw free. Crimson tilted Ginger's head up then, grinding her slit on the exposed throat and lessening the distance Winter had to go.

With the next shove, he pushed right through the foal's corpse and into the Overmare's waiting cunt. The drenched warmth of her pussy was a wonderful contrast to the muddy chill of the gore he pushed through to get to it. He knew Tella would kill him if she realized he’d penetrated her favorite pussy, but that just made it hotter to cheat with her wife right in front of her.

Winter groaned and arched his back as he expelled his load. The dead foal's body expanded more from the surge of spunk flowing upwards through it and blasting into the Overmare's waiting pussy. He hosed down the inside Crimson’s fuck tunnel before pulling back, clenching Ginger's throat with magic to make sure the rest of the orgasm spilled inside her corpse. He wasn't sure if his rule required that.

By the time he was coming down, both mares were cumming too. They drenched Ginger's head in twin waterfalls of pussy juice, the viscous fluid drooling down all sides. As they pulled back, Ginger's corpse fell backwards, lewd fluids puddling in her open muzzle and glassy open eyes.

Winter pulled out as well with a moist slurp, careful not to move the body too much as he let her lay back on the floor. He didn't bother wrapping it; it wasn't like he could hide what he did now, anyway.

Surviving Participants: 15

10. Dangerous Consent

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Dangerous Magic

What the buck was wrong with these ponies?

Since this began, Danger had seen a new side to so many of them; they seemed so out of character from their usual. What was causing it? Was it some rule they had to follow? Was it whatever Paper Cut had put in the food?

Danger suspected it was the latter, because even she felt too damp for the situation they were in. She was even tempted to watch Winter's lewd activities in the kitchen, which was plenty out of character for her.

If that were the case it was bad for her. Under normal circumstances, Danger's rule would not cause issues for her, but if everyone was drugged to be unreasonably horny, it definitely would. As she sat out in the dining hall with Night Light, she normally would have felt safe, but now there was no telling what he'd do. Even if he remained polite enough to not force it on her, that wouldn't do any good with her rule.

“What is it with him?” Night shook his head as he slumped in a chair. “I'm sure when this is all over he'll say this was because of a rule, but there's no way a rule would be that messed up. It's more likely he's a pervert that's doing what he wants. He knows magitech enough to change the rule in his pipbuck to anything he wants once we're out of here. He may already have. There’s no rule against lying about your rule after all.”

It must be nice for Night to have such a mundane rule that it didn't occur to him how bucked a rule could be.

“Maybe,” Danger whispered, too whipped to engage too much as she sat next to Night and stared at the table. “I guess he didn't search the other magitech wing very well, so we'll look there when they're... finished in there.”

“Yeah, nothing to do but wait,” growled Night. “Unless you want to go at it on the table to pass the time.” He paused and added as if not initially realizing he said something like that. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. I'm pent up and have no idea why.”

Damn it. He just had to say it. But it was a joke, so did it count? Danger glanced at the view screen, finding Paper Cut sitting there at a desk, tapping the '5' in 15 as if anxious to drop it another one. She supposed that was her answer. She took a deep breath, stood, and climbed up onto the table.

“Sure,” Danger said as she seated herself on the table in front of him, splaying her legs out to present. She brushed her tail along his chin in an attempt to be convincingly consenting, but her tone couldn't be convincing.

“What?” Night blinked, his eyes locking on the pussy that'd just been placed in front of him like a buffet. “You really want to?”

“Y-yes,” Danger stammered. “I guess I always have. May as well do it before we're both killed.”

It wasn't true in the slightest, but maybe the idea would make it convincing. Many already thought she and Night were bucking given that she was the only mare that was nice to him on a regular basis, but she'd never been interested. Now that she had a rule that meant screwing could get her killed, she definitely wasn't interested, but the other rule didn't make offered sex optional.

“You have?” Night blinked, but wasn't arguing with an offer of willing pussy either. Or at least pussy he believed to be willing.

Danger realized she shouldn't have offered herself in this pose as Night started by spreading her thighs further with his front hooves and leaning down to lap at her moist slit. She shivered at the touch of warm tongue, but tried to enjoy it as little as possible.

But she also couldn't tell him to stop lapping, since that might count as breaking her rules. This was so unfair. Paper's smug giggling face over on the view screen helped a little at least by keeping Danger slightly furious.

“We probably don't have much time,” panted Danger, hinting since she couldn't say outright. “So feel free to climb up and plow.”

“Of course,” chuckled Night between long laps. “I want to make sure you get off too though.”

Night pushed his muzzle against her wetness and pushed his tongue within. He spread her soft folds apart and licked out the profuse juice that boiled from within. Maybe Danger should have tried to hang around the horny assholes instead of a gentlestallion after all. In this rare instance, a stallion that put her pleasure first was a huge issue.

He was bloody persistent, twirling his thick tongue around inside her, suckling as if nursing the juice out of her. Her whole body clenched as he rubbed his nose against her clit and rippled within her sensitive tunnel. One front hoof held one leg as the other rubbed at one breast then the other, moving back and forth to play with the spongy flesh there.

Danger clenched her teeth, intentionally biting her own tongue to try to stave off any potential orgasm. She grasped her front hooves around his head, tugging him upwards. She was afraid to pull his head away from what he did lest it count as a rule break, but really wanted him to get off to curb his enthusiasm.

“Hurry up and buck me,” Danger panted.

"You on foal control?" Night Light asked responsibly.

"No," Danger said through clenched teeth and feeling like a slut. "Hurry up and buck me."

"Oh wow, I um... well..." Night said. "I didn't know you want that from me but..."

It seemed Night wasn't going to get on with it if she didn't tell him flat out. And now he probably thought she wanted to marry him or something. She really hoped this didn't result in a foal but knew it probably would with them drugged like this. She was red with frustration but there wasn't anything she could do.

As he climbed up atop the table, Danger realized she shouldn't have chosen to lay on her back. It wasn't easy looking at his intense eyes as he crawled up, and he seemed to be taking this a lot more serious than she intended. He let his fully exposed shaft flop against her belly, then paused. Danger averted her eyes, trying to stop hyperventilating and tearing up.

"You're sure this is okay?" asked Night.

"Of course," Danger panted. "Just happy is all."

"I've always sort of liked you too," smiled Night.

Damn it, he just had to take it there. She had no idea he had a crush on her, and she couldn't tell hims he didn't want to take it there for fear that that would count as refusing sex and break her rule. This was going to be an awkward explanation later if they both lived.

While she couldn't deny that it felt amazing as her labia stretched wetly around his shaft, her body flushed more and more. She kept her eyes averted and let her body do as it would, hips twitching upward in response to the penetration, hind legs wrapping about his hips. She bit her tongue again as hard as she could to try and keep from approaching climax.

It wouldn't be easy though. As the room filled with the lewd sound of thrusting and slapping bodies, her drug-enhanced pleasure was hard to resist. She tensed her tunnel around him, rolling her flesh up and down in an attempt to get him off as quickly as possible.

The table creaked as his enthusiastic thrusting increased, fluid drooling down into a puddle around her plot as it rocked back and forth. He leaned forward to turn her head back towards him and gave her a deep kiss, which she made herself return. She closed her eyes when she saw the emotion that she was staring into them with, but she couldn't tell him otherwise. If he stopped due to her declining his feelings, it might count as telling him to stop.

He moaned, his body tightening as if he was holding back his own orgasm too, probably due to some misguided attempt to get her off first. She bit down on her tongue until she tasted blood in an attempt to stave it off. She didn't want to get slutty about this, but she needed him to finish.

"They won't take long," panted Danger. "Cum in me now, Nighty, I want your foal!" It was easy to be convincing with her body now churning in need.

"Wow," Night groaned out as he grasped her hips firmly and intensified his movements more. "I-I love you too!"

Finally he arched his back and spewed his load. It felt even more amazing to feel the warmth fuel her foal factory, but she strained to resist her own climax. He didn't stop though; he kept packing it in even after the bursts of seed had ceased as if hoping to get her off too.

Damn it! She couldn't hold back any longer!

"Well look who else was having fun?" Crimson's voice said as the kitchen door opened.

Night Light jerked as if having forgotten there were others around, blushing intensely as his movements slowed. Thank Break for the interruption.

"Disgusting," Tella spit out the words. "I can't believe you're making foals at a time like this. The last thing we need is another brat raised by straights. What if she grew up to be straight too?"

"Can we just go search now?" Winter asked. He smelled disgusting and was covered in cold blood where he'd used that poor little filly again. But at least it'd help break the moment.

Unfortunately for Danger though another moment was on the horizon. Now that they knew the layout of everything better, they passed through the residential area again on their way to the less searched magitech labs. When they opened the door into that area, they found the three guards... not exactly guarding.

Devil had just pinned Thunder onto his back, grabbed hold of his hips, and pulled his rump up to press his solid shaft tip against Thunder's pucker. Shadow stood to the side, but was openly masturbating to the sight. They didn't even notice initially that the door had opened.

"Your turn to take it up the asshole, commander," grinned Devil. Thunder grunted and didn't look particularly into it, but his eyes looked a little drunk as if maybe the drugs were having an effect on him as well. Danger supposed that confirmed what the drugged food did.

All too late, Danger realized what a bad idea it was for her to walk down a hall with three horny males in it, but she couldn't turn and run either. Who knew what that psychotic cartoon character on the view screens would consider as breaking her rule.

"Really?" Tella groaned. "Thanks for the eyefull of your disgusting fudge-packing, faggots. Seriously, can you not contain your dicks?" As if Tella had the right to imply anyone else was a pervert.

The males froze and looked at the others. They didn't look like they knew what to say.

"Don't mind us," Winter sighed and walked ahead. "Just passing through on our way to search."

Danger and the others walked behind him, and for a moment Danger thought she might get out of the hallway without further penalty. Unfortunately...

"Any of you mares want to join in?" Shadow asked as they passed.

"Buck off," Crimson and Tella said in unison.

"Damn it," sighed Danger and stopped, sighing. "Sure..."

"Wait, what?" Night Light blinked and turned around. "But what about us?"

"Sorry," Danger wished she'd been able to break that to him in a better way after they were free, but right now was as good a time as any. "Don't really feel like that about you, just friends, you know?"

"Oh," Night looked a little heartbroken.

This was even worse because now she just looked like a slut. And now she had to let some cyber-monstrosity crawl atop her.

"Oh?" Shadow's tone was completely different. "Well, well..."

She wished that sarcasm hadn't slipped out because the look on all three guards' faces said they took it as an active offer. It was like fate was conspiring to get her killed today.

"Look, I don't care," said Crimson. "Do her three-in-one for all I care. Let's go search the magitech labs while she makes herself a cum bucket in here."

With the, Crimson turned to head toward the lab, the others following behind her, though Night was a little reluctant. It left Danger standing there in the hall, blushing red all over with three males staring her down like she were on a giant plate with an apple in her muzzle. At least none of these struck her as the polite type that would want her to get off first.

"So, three-in-one?" asked Thunder, narrowing his eyes. He glanced at his pipbuck. "This seems like my lucky day."

"S-sure," muttered Danger, unable to maintain enthusiasm.

"I got dibs on her cunt," Shadow drooled down his metal body as he approached her. "There aren't enough pussies that aren't too scared to bend over for me. Wish I'd known you were such a cock fiend before Danger."

"I'm not..." Danger caught herself and flagged her tail even as tears rolled down her face. "Not wanting to wait. All of you inside me now. Rough as you can."

Her hope was that three males violently fucking her at once would hurt enough that she wouldn't get off. She hoped it would, otherwise this might turn into a snuff session. She yelped though as Shadow's metallic claws grabbed hold of her plot and yanked it towards him, tensing at the talons digging into her flesh. The oddly cool steel of his shaft pushed against her entrance as her reluctant legs spread.

"Oh yeah you'll get it rough skank," growled Shadow, his words drilling shame into her soul as her body flushed.

Danger cried out as he forced his way inside, cyber monstrosity of a dick spreading her wide. She felt a sharp pain as it slammed her cervix, and she leaned back into it to try to make it hurt worse. As he drew back though the barbs dragged over her sensitive insides sending a wave of pleasure through her, as if even his shaft had been enhanced to be better at what it did. She shivered helplessly, feeling like she might collapse.

"Don't hog the tramp," Devil said, drool trailing down his muzzle too.

Devil pushed Danger up onto her hind legs, bowling both of them over so that Shadow landed on his back and the shaft slammed into Danger's womb door again. Danger roughly spun her around while still impaled so that she'd face Shadow's lustful gaze and put her rear entry in his direction. She clenched her teeth, having never been taking up the plot and not looking forward to trying. Not because she thought it'd hurt, but because the drug might make it feel incredible.

Shadow growled a bit possessively when Devil first slipped his shaft between Danger's legs to allow the pussy juice from her vaginal fun to drool onto it. Using it for lube, Devil then forced his way inside her asshole. The initial entry stung intensely as her anal virginity vanished, but Devil only shoved harder when he met resistance. He seemed to take the difficulty as a slut clamping down than as an unused hole.

Danger never felt more humiliation. Two males she barely even knew were hammering her holes, pushing in together so that her belly swelled with each plunge of dual meat inside her. Worst of all, after a few thrusts it felt incredible. Her body shook violently in bliss as she was invaded by shameful pleasure she didn't want. For a moment she was so overcome that it surprised her when Thunder's shaft flopped against her muzzle.

"Go on, suck on your favorite thing," smirked Thunder. "Though I'm gonna want to cum in your pussy or ass in..." he glanced at his pipbuck. "Maybe a few hours after you wake up from your shift sleeping. I'm sure a thot like you won't mind."

Even if he didn't say it, Thunder seemed less oblivious to her lack of consent. He leaned down and licked the tears from one side of her face before forcing her muzzle open and pushing inside. As she looked up at him, his grin was one of dominance, as if getting off on the fact she hated this but had to do it. It was unlikely he figured out her exact rule, but it wasn't a hard stretch to think her actions were part of one.

Danger gagged on his shaft as he pushed it down her throat. She tried to breathe through her nose, but he moved his claws to intentionally plug her nostrils as if to torment her more. He watched her eyes roll back and face turn bluish, only giving her enough air to stay conscious as he rammed her throat. She grabbed his hips with her hooves to brace herself, but he pushed them away as if he didn't want her touching him, like he was only interested in that warm convulsing throat.

In spite of him intentionally causing her distress, the whole thing felt amazing though, even the griffon barbs now raking her throat. Her whole body tensed as her pussy salivated cunt honey into a puddle on Shadow's undulating belly. The disgusting squelch sound of her pussy and ass being repeatedly penetrated filled the hall, so loud it was a miracle no one woke from it. Her chest heaved as she choked on the cock, desperate for more air as she grew dizzy with both lack of oxygen and unwanted pleasure.

Before she knew it, she felt it coming. Her pussy was clenching tighter with every motion, and she could think of nothing to stop it and her death that would result from the violation of her climaxing. In desperation, she tried to think of some way to hurt herself to stop the increasing seizures within from becoming a full blown fountain of femme cum.

A glint caught the corner of her eye and she looked at Devil's belt. He had his knife there around his waist still, so she reached a hoof for it. Grasping it with her sticky hooves, she drew it from its sheath. She felt him tense up in the realization that she had it, but rather than use it on any of them, she instead stabbed it into the base of her opposite hoof. The intense pain overshadowed everything as she rammed it hard into the softest part of her foot and twisted it to aggravate the wound. She screamed around Thunder's cock as loud as she could, shaking at the sudden dose of agony, but it staved off the eruption of bliss.

"Holy shit," Devil's eyes widened. "This little masochist is as bad as your daughter, Shadow."

"Shut up," Shadow groaned. "Though it is nice to have a slut with a real pussy on claw."

Thunder's shaft erupted into a surge of griffon seed at her moan. He grabbed her head in both talons, digging them in until she feared he might wrench her head off in the process. She tried to swallow his seed, but her vomit reflex overcame the attempt. There were a few long moments where she repeatedly vomited his cum only to have his cock push it back in and add another blast to the pool in her stomach.

"That's a good femme, you know what you're good for," panted Thunder. "Don't forget to find me after you sleep, I want to pound your pussy when its less well used."

Shadow and Devil were shortly behind. It was hard to tell who went off first, but her body swelled as both womb and intestines were shot full of hot seed. The knife had staved off her own orgasm, but she was still left with shame. She couldn't have felt nastier with the sperm of three males she barely knew pouring into her defiled body.

As she shafts withdrew, she yanked the blade out of her hoof. Devil was too blissful to complain and the other two didn't notice where she swiped it from, so she slipped it into her own saddlebag. It'd be useful if she needed to hurt herself again. For now she did her best to put pressure on her stabbed hoof as she felt herself passing out.

Her last thought as she lost consciousness was that she hoped that they didn't pound her more in her sleep. She wasn't sure if her body would resist orgasm on its own.

Surviving Participants: 15

11. Touched

Wednesday, 6/29/2078
POV: Smokey Quartz

No one died while Smokey and the rest of the 'first shift' sleepers slept. Though it looked like there was plenty of fun given the slippery nature of the hallway outside the rooms. Thunder and Devil were making out when Smokey exited her room too and she always appreciated an eye full of male-on-male action. Perhaps the hottest of all was that her Dad was humping Danger's unconscious form, even if he awkwardly stopped when Smokey came out. That made Smokey a little jealous.

Unfortunately all the dicks she wanted in her the most were next up for sleepy time. Of those awake, Gale, Figure, and Berry were chosen as guards. That left Sunburst, Smokey, Cream, and Button to search. Sunburst didn't seem very helpful and said he would sit with the guards instead, so she guessed it was just the three of them.

On the plus side, that left Smokey alone with two ponies she hadn't ever had sex with, including the only dick in the game that she hadn't already had inside her. An underage one even! Of course she knew the chances of her fucking Button with Cream right there was slim; that mare seemed like too much of a prude to let her son fuck a stranger in front of her.

Smokey envied females that could have foals, so it was a pity to see one let hers go to waste. Button was probably a virgin due to his terrible mother.

They weren't very talkative either. As they went to the dining hall to grab a bite to eat, no words were spoken. Button clung to Cream as if he was afraid of taking a single step away from her and both looked at Smokey with just a little fear in their eyes.

Smokey wasn't used to others regarding her with fear, but she supposed the situation demanded paranoia. Besides, a mother and her little colt fearing Smokey was hot.

When they got their meals, Cream poked at her own food and watched Button nervously as he scarfed his own meal down. Smokey ate as much as she could too. Unlike others here, she was super curious what the poison would do to them.

"So I guess nothing was found huh," Smokey tried to start a conversation. "I don't know where we should search."

"Well," Cream sighed. "Actually I was hoping to speak to my son in private for maybe fifteen minutes or so. Do you think you could leave us for just a little while?"

"Huh?" Smokey tilted her head. "But aren't we supposed to stay together?"

"Hey Smokey," Button asked out of nowhere. “You have a cock even though you’re a girl, right?"

"Button!" Cream glared at him. "What a rude question!"

"It's okay," Smokey said. "A kid asking a question like that is kinky as Tartarus, and I'm all for kinky." She ignored Cream's disturbed expression and focused on the curious Button. "Yeah, I do, but I identify as female and prefer other cocks inside me rather than vis versa. I'm kinda a raving slut like that, but you probably noticed."

Cream sighed and leaned her face into both front hooves as if trying to keep herself together.

"See Mom?" asked Button. "She's a slut, she won't mind if we buck in front of her, so we don't gotta be alone."

Wait, what? Was Cream a better parent than Smokey assumed?

"Button Mash!" Cream's face went bright red and she started hyper-ventilating. "I... damn it!" She realized she couldn't deny it anymore and continued. "Sorry I just... the others might peak into the dining hall too so... I don't know."

"We can go into the kitchen," Smokey suggested.

"Um, but my dead friend is in there," Button said quietly.

Actually that was why Smokey wanted to do it there. She'd never gotten to see a dead foal before and had forgotten others weren't into that. So she came up with something else.

"Well I know," shrugged Smokey. "But that just makes it all the less likely somepony will check on us in there, you know? Look, I won't tell anyone that you're bucking your kid, Miss Heart, promise." She grinned. "Especially if I get to join in! Or watch and masturbate at least."

"Fine," sighed Cream simply. She stood, leaving her opened but uneaten food there on the table as she stood and headed towards the kitchen. "I'll make sure she's covered at least."

Button didn't seem eager to go in there himself, but looked less eager to be apart from her, so he followed behind. Smokey felt her shaft grow firm as she rose to follow behind them.

"You're lucky, you know," Smokey said to Button to try to get him into the moment. "I've wanted to buck my dad for forever and he won't put out. To have the dick that spurted me into Mom inside of me... that'd be incredible. Well, maybe the same dick. He's been upgraded an awful lot. But you get to buck the hole that squeezed you out! What a lucky kid."

"I am lucky," Button agreed and relaxed. "Isn't Mom hot? We buck all the time too. She's totally a slut for her little colt's cock!"

The way Cream peered back at him with flat ears, Smokey wasn't sure if what Button said was true, but she didn't fuss either. Instead she sighed again and ran into the kitchen ahead of them. When they followed, Cream was soaking a towel in detergent in the kitchen sink. She draped the towel over the already covered Ginger. Oh well, Smokey could get a look at her later. It wasn't like she'd get up and walk away.

Seeing the covered corpse though made Smokey think about if she died in here. She wondered how long she would lay and rot and who might use her cadaver for their pleasure. Such a sexy thought.

Button was staring at Ginger looking a little sick, but Cream gently turned him away from looking at it and backed him against the counter. She pushed him up to his haunches and smiled at him comfortingly, though it seemed like a fake smile. Cream couldn't quite hide the 'get this over with' on her face.

The colt was more oblivious to Cream's reluctance and seemed to forget about Ginger. After all what colt would refuse Mom-sex? He grinned and settled onto his rump while leaning against the counter, spreading out his hind legs as his shaft spilled free of his sheath.

Smokey grinned too and sat up on her haunches, reaching both hooves between her own legs. She was already hard from the nearby filly corpse, so immediately began stroking herself as she watched. Cream glanced at her, blushing sharply before taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate on Button. Smokey wondered if Cream was being forced to do this due to a rule; her lack of consent made it even hotter!

Button countered Cream's lack of eagerness, putting his front hooves on her head as soon as he could reach and pulling her down to his shaft. Cream ran a quivering tongue over her son's shaft as it hardened further, which pulsed at the touch as Button moaned. Smokey took a few steps further, and Cream turned her rear away as if she thought Smokey might try to mount her.

But Smokey wasn't interested in some grown mare puss when there was colt cock readily available. She moved her face next to Cream's as Cream slipped her muzzle over Button's shaft, watching the moist lips trace down the throbbing flesh. Smokey learned lower, slurping at Button's ball sack as Cream worked the shaft. Button rolled his eyes back and shivered, one of his cute little hind legs kicking like a dog getting a hoofjob.

"You're a really awesome mom," said Smokey between slurps, knowing her words would only humiliate the mother more. "You gonna let him buck your pussy? I want to see him cum in the hole he came out of!"

"Yeah, Mom, you promised!" Button groaned.

"I-I didn't pr..." Cream stuttered as she pulled her muzzle away, but closed her eyes. She tried to be discreet as she wiped some tears away and nodded. She took a few steps away and rolled over onto her back, spreading her hind legs towards Button.

"Are you on foal control?" asked Smokey. Since this wasn't planned, hopefully she wouldn't be.

"N-no," Cream stammered. "D-don't let that stop you though, Button sweetie."

"Wow!" Button's eyes widened as he staggered towards his mother's foal factory. "I always wanted a sibling! I hope it's a sister so I can buck her too!"

"Nothing keeps you from bucking a little brother too!" suggested Smokey helpfully. She eased towards Cream as well, lowering her head to get a kiss.

"Don't touch me," whispered Cream towards Smokey between clenched teeth when Smokey's face was an inch away from her own.

"Oh you're all the way straight?" giggled Smokey. "Sorry, I'll play with your son instead."

Cream clenched her teeth harder, but couldn't say much more. Button climbed up between her hind legs, laying against Cream's body as it blushed harder with her shame. It looked a bit goofy for the tiny colt to awkwardly thrust his hips against her, prodding but not seeming to hit gold. It was obvious now that this had just started during this game so was definitely part of Cream's rule. It served Cream right considering what an awful mother she'd been to that point.

Smokey wasn't waiting for him to get his shit together though. She reached a hoof to steady his frantic bottom and used the other to align his shaft at the proper angle before she pushed his hips downward. His eyes rolled back at his first feel of a hot pussy squeezing around his dick, shivering wildly.

"Wow! I... I..." Button looked like his brain shorted out. "I don't think I'm gonna last long, Mom!"

"I got a trick to help that if you want," Smokey offered with a smile.

"S-sure," Button agreed without knowing what he was getting into.

Or what was getting into him. While Smokey didn't prefer using her dick in this manner, she didn't want him to blow his load too quickly either. Besides, this would make the experience ten times more traumatizing to the mother. Even if Smokey didn't get off much to a tight hole around her dick, she'd get off plenty of Cream's despair.

Smokey held Button's rump still as she moved up behind him. She grinned widely at Cream as she put both hooves against his bottom.

"Don't you dare!" Cream spit the words with a surprising amount of venom.

"Huh?" Button tilted his head and looked back at Smokey, his eyes moving to the shaft against his bottom and gasping a little. "Um... not sure if I'm into that... but may as well try if it feels as good at this!"

"It'll sting a little at first, but then feel great," grinned Smokey. If the food did what she thought it did, he’d probably love it. Right now he'd take it like a proper faggot no matter how straight he'd normally be. Of course that probably also meant that saying this would make him last longer was a lie; oh well.

Ignoring Cream's protests, Smokey slid her shaft downward. She'd need some lubrication to get into that tight little hold, and lucky for her a ready repository of it was right there. Cream gave her a death glare as she pushed against her hole, forcing it open wider to accommodate both her and Button. The sopping wet flesh felt okay, but the experience of assisting an innocent colt in the rape of his own mother was so intense.

Giving a few thrusts to get nice and slick, Smokey smiled sweetly down at Cream as the mother clenched her teeth and visibly held in screams of rage. Yet Cream didn't dare put up too much of a fuss and risk getting her son out of the mood. She probably realized as much as Smokey that he'd love being the middle of a buck sandwich in his current condition, and stopping would only mean she'd have to do him again later.

Button's whole body tensed when he felt the moist tip press against his bottom, but Smokey slid her hooves over his body in massaging motions to relax him.

"Mmm, you'll do fine," panted Smokey. "I was half your age the first time I got bucked up the bum." She left out the part about how much she sobbed and screamed during that. What a fond memory.

Cream was beyond talking, just covering her face to hide her tears, but Button seemed too distracted to notice. Smokey pushed her shaft tip, firmly pressing it against his taunt little ass, grasped his hips firmly, and rammed as hard as she could. Button squealed like... well like a colt that just got a hard moist cock shoved up his ass. There wasn't anything comparable to that sound.

Button's squeal was matched by his moan as she pressure pushed him into his mother again. As Smokey's belly smacked Button's, forcing her way balls deep, his belly smacked against Cream's with an even more audible slap. Smokey wasted no time pulling back and ramming it harder, bum bucking the colt while shoving him into his mother's soggy cunt.

With the drug infesting him, it didn't take long for the colt's cries of pain to become cries of bliss. He rolled his eyes back at the intense combination of a fat cock up his ass and his own throbbing inside Cream's cunt. Cream's cunt spasmed so hard that Smokey could feel it as her balls smacked against the moist penetration beneath her, and she sped her thrusting motions even more.

Button tried to reach up to kiss Cream, but he was too small against her and she was covering her face. So instead he leaned down, latching his muzzle onto her right breasts and slurping loudly at the nipple. He moved his front hooves to massage her breasts, enjoying the squishy goodness as he was sandwiched between her and Smokey.

Smokey groaned as well, leaning forward to feel more of Button's body against her own. She pushed Cream's hooves out of the way and grinned widely as she saw that Cream was outright sobbing now. Pinning the mare's front hooves to the floor on either side of her, Smokey ran her tongue across her face to lap up the tears before kissing her deeply.

It was unlike Smokey to get so into the giving end of things instead of wanting to be the one hurt, so the drug must have affected her too, but she didn't mind. She continued to lick the tears off the mother's crying face between kisses as she drilled Button up the ass and in turn raped his cock into Cream's creamy pussy.

"Oh wow, here it cums Mom!" Button squeaked, barely able to speak. "I'm gonna knock you up, Mom! We're gonna buck every day until I get a little sister or brother!"

Smokey couldn't help but giggle at the look of disgust that spread over Cream's face as Button said that. Button squealed louder than ever shortly after as he blasted his first pussy-load. Given the drug they'd been given, it was probably ensured to impregnate her. Even if they were all hopefully going to die screaming in here, that was still incredibly sexy.

Button's tail hole clenched hard. Smokey managed to hold herself for several more minutes since the colt wasn't complaining that he was done, but soon found herself spewing a hot load into his behind. He overflowed quickly, and Smokey wondered how much of it managed to drool into Cream's pussy due to Button's continued thrusting motions.

"Still got more?" panted Smokey as she finally slowed down. "Want to fuck me up the asshole too?"

"Do I?" Button panted in return. "Oh yeah! Hey Mom! I think I'm totally half faggot cause I loved the butt bucking as much as your pussy!"

"Oh Celestia," Cream sounded sick.

As Button pulled free of Cream, she writhed out from beneath them. Covering her muzzle with a hoof as if she was about to vomit, she staggered towards the door.

"Mom, wait!" Button freaked out immediately that his mommy may separate from him.

"I-I'm sorry sweetheart," Cream said without turning towards them, Button's cum drooling down her thighs. "I need to be alone for a bit. I don't move from right outside the door I promise I just need... sorry."

"O-okay," said Button, waddling over to the door himself, cute little dick swinging beneath him and Smokey's cum drooling down his ball sack. "But just outside okay?"

Cream nodded and headed out, closing the door behind her and leaning against it from the outside. Smokey chuckled, knowing that Cream's alone time would do nothing to sate the mental scars she'd just suffered. She was fine with getting some one-on-one time with Button though, moving up next to him and shoving him to the floor.

Intentionally positioning herself so that she had a view of Ginger's wrapped corpse, Smokey excitedly slid her body atop Button's to straddle him. The colt got the idea, sliding his hooves to grasp at Smokey's hips as she settled her bum against his wet shaft.

"I hope Mom's okay," said Button, even as he prodded Smokey's rear. "Was she crying?"

"She's fine," purred Smokey. "They're probably tears of joy cause you impregnated her."

"You think so?" Button bought it immediately. "Wow... so cool… I wonder when I can fuck my new sibling."

“I’d say right away!” Smokey gave great advice. “You should have your dick waiting as soon as they’re born!”

“Wow, that’ll be amazing!” Button panted. Smokey was certain at this point what the drug did, because there was no way that was his normal undrugged opinion.

The conversation stopped though when Smokey pushed her hips downward, encompassing the underage dick within her cum-loving rear entry. She panted happily, rolling her hips with practiced ease to ram the well-used foal shaft into her posterior.

Button relaxed for a moment, pushing his hips lightly in return, then leaned upward with his muzzle open as if to slurp at Smokey's breasts. Sadly Smokey's born anatomy didn't include that, but she did have something else to slurp on. Button lapped at Smokey's belly before sliding his muzzle to her shaft and slurping over the tip.

Not caring about the fine layer of brownish goo currently coating Smokey's shaft, Button slurped loudly. Smokey clenched her behind in return, quickening her motions and spreading her legs to give him more thrusting room. The room filled with the audible slurps of cocks in moist holes, Smokey holding her own moans in so she could listen to the sweet music of that and Button's adorable squeaking.

Smokey's attention was drawn away from the prodding of her ass and the hot tight lips nursing her dick by a thump against the kitchen door. She looked to see if it was opening, but it remained shut. However there was a clear thump-thump from the other side as if someone was being shoved against it. She'd have to check to see what was going on out there afterward, maybe there'd be more cock to be had.

For the time being though, she concentrated on Button's dick inside her. She worked her body up and down, rippling her insides around it. She caressed Button's head with both hooves as he suckled on her shaft, and arched her back as she felt a second orgasm rising within her.

Once again the young colt was first, not taking much longer than he did before. He shot a dose of his slick sperm into Smokey's posterior, painting her insides white. Smokey leaned forward as Button finished, grasping his head and pushing her shaft deeper. Soon she was ramming the little one's gagging throat, but Button didn't struggle. In fact he pushed into it more.

As she did, she leaned down to curiously peak beneath the door next to them. She definitely saw movement, so perked her ears to try and hear the sound beneath Button's choking. There was definitely the sound of penetration, but with what in what? Mmmm.

The idea that Cream might have left only to be raped again drove Smokey over the edge again, blasting a wad down Button's throat. She pulled back shortly after, blowing the rest of the white sticky goodness onto Button's face. The young colt still opened wide as it drooled from his muzzle, rubbing the cum into his gums with his tongue.

"W-wow," Button said wetly when he could finally speak again.

"Oh yeah," chuckled Smokey. "Let's stay here a bit before we go, I don't want to interrupt your mother's um... quiet time."

Surviving Participants: 15

12. Suncursed

Wednesday, 6/29/2078
POV: Berry Brew

Berry sat with Figure and Gale in the hall outside the bedrooms, guards for the night. She and her wife weren't fighters, but should be okay with Gale there, assuming she wasn't the traitor of course. The griffon had quite a reputation as a fighter; it was strange she'd somehow ended up as somegriff's sex slave in here.

Sunburst stayed with them too in spite of not being assigned to guard duty. He just seemed like he didn't want to help the others search, which was odd behavior for him from what Berry knew. Even more odd, he made a point that he also wouldn't help if anything happened during guard duty. It was like he was trying to not be helpful for some reason. She resisted asking why for the time being; asking such questions could be dangerous with the current rules they existed under.

Figure Eight was acting odd again, leaning against a wall on her hind hooves and fidgeting her front hooves in front of her. It was hard not to notice how very sexy Figure's pregnant belly was in that position, but it also underscored the danger they were in. Berry and Figure weren't the only lives at stake here, but those of both their unborn foals as well.

Gale, for her part, looked bored half the time, with the other half spent eyeing Sunburst with a narrow-eyed gare. It seemed as odd to her as it was to the others that he was being like this, but Berry couldn't tell if the glare was suspicious, flirtation, or both. Either way, Gale had her sniper rifle at her side as if she expected to need it at any moment.

"So um, Gale," Figure said out of nowhere, averting her eyes from Berry when she glanced over. "Uh, you like mares?"

"You offering?" Gale turned and tilted her head. "Yeah sure, if you're wife doesn't mind I'm up for a fuck. And if she does mind I'm up for giving her a cuck, so either way."

"Figure!" gasped Berry, staring at her.

"A cuck it is then," smirked Gale.

"Oh um, no," Figure blushed. "Sorry, I was just asking is all."

"Cunt-tease," grunted Gale dismissively and rolled her eyes.

"So um, Sunburst," Figure swallowed hard. "You um... want to do anything?"

"Figure Eight!" Berry raised her voice.

"S-sorry," Figure stammered, wiping one eye with her hoof.

Berry took a deep breath and calmed herself. Damn it, she was going to do this again wasn't she. Sunburst would say no and Figure would pin him down. Once again though, she couldn't let on that she realized it was rule related.

"What?" Sunburst looked shocked. "Um, oh um, well first I don't think your wife is okay with that, and second I'm kinda sorta really really gay."

"Faggot," Gale rolled her eyes. "Just my luck. Sopping wet and surrounded by uptight dykes and a faggot."

"Um, excuse me?" Sunburst glared. "You're throwing off on me for being gay and you wanted to buck a lesbian couple just now?"

"I didn't say I wasn't part dyke," smirked Gale. "And I'd give you the same shit if you were some cock-hating breeder. Anyone that isn't bi is missing out."

"U-um," Figure stepped away from the wall and looked away from Berry again, glancing at Gale. "You want to um... you know? I'll help hold him down if you let me um... go first."

"Wait, what?" Berry stared.

"Cuck your wife AND rape a gay cock?" Gale chuckled. "Yeah, I'm game!"

"Now wait one..." Berry started but trailed off, finding herself suddenly staring down the barrel of Gale's sniper rifle.

"You got a problem with that, CUCK?" Gale growled. "Or maybe you'd rather me enjoy some necrophilia with your cooling corpse?"

Berry couldn't speak or move; she felt like she was about to piss herself. She hadn't had a gun pointed at her since before entering the stable.

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" Figure didn't take well to that, pushing the gun to the side. "Don't even THINK about that!"

"I'll do what I fucking want," growled Gale, but lowered the gun and shook her head. "Damn I'm not usually this aggressive, makes me wonder what that thing put in the food. Ah well, I'll help teach the cum guzzler what his cock is for regardless."

"Hey, I'm not just 'that thing'!" Paper said from the monitor. She would be watching; she always was. "And the only thing in the food is liquid fun!"

"Shut up!" all four in the hall said simultaneously.

“You’re all so mean to me,” Paper sniffled.

"Wait a second," Sunburst stood and turned towards the others. "You can't all be serious about this."

Figure was. She walked over to Sunburst before Gale even did, backing him against the wall again. Gale put her gun on her back and circled around when he looked like he might run, the two of them cornering him in the hall. Berry sighed, sitting on her haunches and watching. She couldn't do much more than that.

The worst part though was that Berry sort of liked what she was seeing, as loathsome as she was to admit it. When Paper Cut said there was liquid fun in the food, it confirmed what Berry already suspected; there was some kind of aphrodisiac in the food, possibly Aphrodite Touch.

Thankfully it wasn't as potent as the gas attacks in the days before entering the stable, but it had obviously put Gale on the violent side of things. They had to be very careful now, because even the ones that weren't the traitor might be dangerous with this stuff coursing through their heads. In fact, maybe the best way to make sure Gale didn't decide to blow her head off and scissor her corpse for the fun of it was to join in with Sunburst.

Damn it! Berry couldn't tell if that was logic or if she was rationalizing because of her own high. She pressed her hind legs together as she stood there as if that would stifle the flow of goo down her thighs from her own arousal.

Sunburst on the other hoof didn't seem as affected, because he struggled and kicked as Gale pulled his front legs behind his back. Maybe he hadn't eaten as much, or maybe he had a higher immunity, or maybe he was just really, really gay.

"Please," Sunburst begged as an apologetic looking Figure approached from the front. "I don't want to kick you with you pregnant, but please stop!"

"Not kicking her in her condition would be very helpful to her!" Paper giggled.

"Damn it!" Sunburst said as if struck with a sudden realization. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and kicked as hard as he could, aiming right for Figure's belly as she raised up to her haunches.

Berry wouldn't have that. Even as freaked out as she was, protecting her offspring was paramount and she had leaped over and grabbed hold of the kicking hind leg before it contacted Figure's belly. Sunburst looked relieved as Figure grabbed the other so they were both held tightly, but kept trying to kick at them.

"This is so messed up," panted Figure. Her own thighs were wet with arousal, Berry could see and smell it from here.

"Yeah, so fuckin' hot," Gale misunderstood. “Nothing gets my blood pumping like raping some bitch.”

"Ugh, disgusting," Sunburst shook his head as he was pinned onto his back by Figure, Gale holding his forelegs against the floor to either side.

Berry sighed and moved behind Figure as she leaned over Sunburst, pushing his hind legs wider so if he kicked again he'd get nothing but air. She felt guilt welling up inside her, but couldn't help but get into it as she lay her pregnant belly on the small of her wife's back. She began slowly grinding her moist pussy against Figure's plot as FIgure reached a hoof down to angle Sunburst correctly.

Figure grunted with frustration though, grinding her pussy against Sunbursts sheath but not getting much of a response. Berry started to wonder if he was one of the few immune to Aphrodite Touch; if he were this would be very unpleasant for him indeed. Berry wished she was immune too; if she was then the idea of gangraping a gay colt wouldn't excite her. She really hated herself now, but her body didn't feel entirely under her control either.

"Damn," Gale scoffed. "Grinding on a pregnant dyke's slit doesn't get you hard? You're more of a pussy than any of ours."

"Get hard!" Figure grunted in frustration.

"Um," Berry hated herself for helping, but if Figure really HAD to do this... "If he's that gay, we could push something into his tail hole so he'll get hard?"

"Good idea," Gale smirked. "You're not such a prude after all. Here."

Berry blinked as Gale handed her the sniper rifle. The griffon twisted the bayonet off, tossing it aside as she did, but then Berry was left holding the gun portion. She stared at it in her hooves for a long moment.

"Um, you gave me your gun?" Berry asked in confusion.

"Yeah, ram it up his asshole," Gale said. "But don't turn the safety off. If he doesn't want a bullet enema he'll go off before it does."

Berry fumbled with the gun. It wasn't like she'd know how to turn the safety on with this type of weapon anyway, but had trouble bringing herself to do what Gale said with it. Gale meanwhile pinned Sunbursts front hooves to the floor harder. She straddled his face and lowered herself onto it, her juice dripping onto his face.

"Wait, you can't do th... oh sick!" Sunburst tried to protest then clenched his eyes shut as stinging secretions drooled into them. He gurgled as Gale rubbed herself firmly against his closed muzzle. All he could do was groan in disgust now, gagging as if near to vomiting. .

"Lick it, you shit-stabber," laughed Gale, then glared at Berry. "And you do what I said before I beat that fetus out of you and crush its fucking head in my cunt."

"P-please do what she says, sweetheart," panted Figure, tears rolling down her face as she continued to grind on Sunburst's unresponsive equipment. "I-I don't think any of us are thinking straight right now, she might do things she wouldn't normally."

"The only one not thinking straight is this guy," Gale laughed. "Get it? I'm hilarious."

Damn, this situation was fucked up, but Berry had to do it. She couldn't used a gun enough to threaten Gale with it; the soldier would snatch the long rifle back before Berry could point it at this range. So she very carefully leaned down, pushing Sunburst's clamped tail out of the way and pressing the tip to his rear entry. Making sure Gale wasn't looking, Berry clicked what she surmised was a safety on before proceeding.

Letting Figure's juices drool down onto the barrel, Berry pushed it forward. She meant to do so gently, but the sight of her wife's grinding pussy and his sheath shining with femme juice made her eager to get on with it. So instead she rammed it as hard as she could, pushing until it wouldn't go further, which was a lot deeper than she expected; this stallion was quite the bottom.

There was no point in resisting the perversions running through her now; she may as well just let it run its course. Berry pinned the gun between her thighs tightly, looping her tail around the base to hold it steady. She slid upwards into a mounting position above Figure, and began working her hips, thrusting the barrel into Sunburst the same way she would her own shaft after scarfing down a futa potion. It felt better to feel her wife's body beneath her as she humped, so she wrapped her hooves more tightly around Figure.

"Open the fuck up!" Gale balled up a talon and slammed it into Sunburst's chest.

The stallion yelped as much as he could with her rubbing against him, but opened up all the same. He even moaned a little as Berry increased her hip movements. He still had a disgusted look on his face, still dry heaving, but complied enough to reach his tongue out. He reluctantly slid it over Gale's drenched pussy and she pushed down more firmly.

"That's it," moaned Gale. "Take your rape like a good faggot."

"That's it," Figure repeated. Apparently the gun-sex was having the desired effect as Sunburst's shaft hardened against her heedless to his lack of desire.

Berry panted and squeaked as she let herself get more into it, trying to ignore the act she was helping commit. She slid her hooves down to feel over Figure's swollen belly as her own gut smushed against Figure's back. She groped at Figure's swollen teats, feeling them slosh about with the movements as she rubbed into them. Continuing to rub one leaky nipple with one hoof, Berry's other went lower, sliding Sunburst's sheath back the rest of the way and tugging his shaft upwards to aim the tip at her wife's pregnant puss.

No longer reluctant, Berry put her hooves on her wife's shoulders and shoved her downward onto the unwilling shaft. She heard the wet slurp of sopping wet flesh sliding down a meat pole then the slap of their bodies meeting in the middle. She slid her hooves downward again, massaging once again at the bloated breasts as Figure rotated her hips, smooth motions as she had on Berry's futa dick when Berry implanted that fetus into her.

Gale's feline purr rumbled through the foursome with its intensity as she rotated her hips in time. Berry felt her face heat up with jealousy as Gale leaned forward and kissed Figure deeply. Yet after leaning over Figure's shoulder and watching their tongues play together, she couldn't help but lean in to kiss Gale next, doing the same.

Berry hoped the amount of pussy juice she was drooling on Gale's gun didn't damage it, lest the griffon get angry when this was done. But she couldn't exactly stop her hips either. She clenched her thighs more tightly and rammed the barrel in as hard as she could. Sunburst grunted with each jab, but his muffled sobbing beneath Gale's tush could also be heard. The poor stallion was definitely immune to the drug that had the others in its thrall, and Berry wished that didn't make her so aroused.

"First time raping someone?" Gale's words were barely discernible with her purring.

"N-no," panted Figure. "Y-you're owner um... damn it..." Her mind was too foggy to remember names?

"Seriously?" Gale laughed, giving each of the mares another brief kiss.

"Yeah," Berry squeaked in confirmation. "We tied him down and... she rode his cock." An idea that seemed way hotter now than when it was happening.

"Fuck yeah," groaned Gale. "That big bad ass pinned and raped by some civilian slit slurper? I'll never let him live THAT down. Damn... gonna cum now. Maybe I can drown this fucker in my pussy juice."

"Um.. no..." Berry barely held it together enough to remind Gale. "W-we have to go without deaths for enough days to get out."

"Oh right," Gale growled. "Damn it... fine... mmph... fuck yes sob into my pussy faggot!"

Gale clenched her beak so hard it looked like it might crack. She groaned out through it and viscous fluid splurted out all over Sunburst's gargling face. She dug her claws into his chest hard enough to draw blood, causing him to briefly spasm in panic.

It was a good thing she'd turned the safety on for Gale's gun, because Berry was sure she'd pulled the trigger on accident a few times now. Finally her own juices flooded over the metal barrel, and Figure wasn't far behind as her own orgasm raged out. Figure's hips moved in a flurry of motion, body slapping hard against Sunburst's.

Figure forced herself to keep moving even as her hot fluid poured over Sunbursts, riding her orgasm for at least a full minute before Sunburst's ass stabber finally gave in and hosed her insides down. As Gale pulled herself off Sunburst's face, he turned his head away in shame even as he filled Figure with his thick shame.

Berry came back to her senses enough to loosen her thighs and pull the barrel from Sunburst's behind. She put the gun aside, flicking the safety back off lest Gale notice and get angry. Gale was too busy to even pay attention to the gun, grabbing FIgure by the throat and dragging her off of Sunburst. Berry reached for her wife, but she was jerked off of the gay stallion with a lewd slurp before she could reach.

"You fuck the faggot next while I scissor your wife," Gale growled at Berry, using a warning tone lest she disagree.

Figure held both hooves to the claw around her neck and didn't look happy with this continuing, but nodded to Berry. It was probably still not a good idea to piss off Gale at this point.

But now that she'd gotten off once, Berry felt sick to her stomach at what she'd done. She looked down at Sunburst, who had his wet face covered with both front hooves and was sobbing into them. She didn't want to look at that, but she didn't want to peeve Gale either, so she slid herself into a reverse-cowgirl position above him.

Berry moved fast to not give his shaft time to soften, grasping him in both her hooves and popping him inside of her. If she hadn't been so unnaturally wet and loose down there, she probably wouldn't have been able to get the semi-hard dick inside of her. Once she had it though, she moaned and slid herself down. She pushed herself firmly down upon him and began slowly moving her hips, not going high enough to risk him popping back out.

Unfortunately this put Berry's eyes directly at Gale and Figure. Even though they were in an open relationship, she had to admit it bothered her to see that. Gale wasn't the type of female that she'd have ever given Figure permission to play with, nor the type that Figure would ever want to touch if they weren't all in a drugged stupor. Berry pushed down her jealousy but couldn't take her eyes off of it.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," muttered Figure at Berry a Gale pinned her onto her back.

Gale yanked one of Figure's hind legs up, rolling her to one side, glancing back at Berry as if to make sure she had a good view. The griffon kept the one leg high as she pushed her own wet snatch against the cum-drooling slit and began to grind her hips, the noise of the sloppy pussies rubbing together overshadowing all else in the room.

"Sunburst," Berry whispered back to him. "Pretend to get off in a few minutes and I won't make you go further... um... or I'll crush your balls or something."

"N-no," Sunburst grunted, even if it looked like he hated to refuse. Unhelpful to the end.

Berry continued grinding her hips, not thinking too hard about his refusal. Instead she watched Gale and Figure go at it. Figure was into it, moving her hips with force, her moaning only cut off as Gale clenched a talon around her neck to choke her. Berry wanted to shove Gale off for doing that, but she seemed to relax her grip enough to give Figure the occasional breath.

Gale reached her other claw to grasp at Sunburst's ball sack beneath Berry. She suddenly squeezed as hard as she could, eliciting a squeal from Sunburst, but he was too whipped or afraid to protest in words, simply flailing his limbs again. Gale grinned and squeezed them together, but Berry moved her hooves to Gale's wrist, hoping to coax her off.

"Just checking to see if they were real," Gale chuckled but did remove the talon. "I'm surprised they haven't withered off from disuse."

"Buck, you're amazing," Figure groaned out of nowhere. "I love your pussy, Gale! Berry is like grinding on broken glass compared to this cunt!"

Berry's own movements faltered a moment as she stared at Figure, but it wasn't clear if Figure even saw her. Her eyes were vacant, tongue hanging out of her muzzle as she drooled profusely, bucking her hips frantically. Her belly and heavy teats bounced as her pussy squirted a mix of her own cream and Sunburst's cum all over Gale's belly. While Berry felt a little of the edge off after the first go, it seemed the drug had a different effect on Figure, who seemed to be getting more into it the longer she went.

"What?" Gale laughed as she turned her attention back to Berry and gave her neck another squeeze. "Never rubbed on a griffin cunt before? Thunder always said we felt better than you flat-foot bitches."

"Oh I've creamed against a griffin's cunt before," moaned Figure when her neck was released. "But yours is amazing. I'd grind you over my shit-lay of a wife any day!"

"F-figure?" asked Berry, still grinding on Sunburst but more on instinct than intent now.

Figure glanced over at Berry, for a moment looking like she just remembered she was there. But then she smiled drunkenly, using her magic to form an ethereal talon in front of her, which raised a middle finger as griffon's sometimes did in such situations. She then pulled Gale closer, pulling her in for a deep kiss while keeping her eyes locked on Berry.

"Mmm," Gale purred into the kiss, then laughed at Berry as she pulled away. "You are getting cucked to Tartarus in back, slut!"

What the buck? Okay, maybe Figure had a bit of a secret cuck fetish that the drugged haze had brought out of her. And maybe Gale felt better since she'd never scissored anyone while high on aphrodisiac before. But even with all that rationalization, Berry teared up and looked away. She looked down at the floor instead, continuing her own hips even as she watched her tears drip onto the moist floor.

"The bitch is crying!" Gale laughed as she pulled Figure's rump up higher and pile-drived her against the floor as hard as she could. Berry didn't even need to look to hear the shift of flesh and the thump thump against the floor.

"Forget that crybaby," moaned Figure. "Just keep bucking me like she never could!"

Berry shook her head, finally pulling herself off of Sunburst and just leaving his dick to go limp. He tugged himself a few hoofsteps away when she did, leaning against a wall and shivering as he covered his head with his front hooves.

"You gonna take that?" Paper Cut whispered, making Berry jerk, but the other two didn't seem to even notice. "Gale's gun is right over there you know, and I hear traitors are total cucks. You should totally splatter her brains all over your wife! That'll show her!"

She didn't even look at the screen, or the gun, not wanting to give the voyeur AI the pleasure of either. Instead she just stared at Gale and Berry since she couldn't take her eyes off of them.

"Yeah you're right, it won't show her anything cause her brain will be mush," Paper Cut admitted. "But it'd still be fun!"

"We're all just doped up," Berry shook her head.

"Tsk," Paper said, swimming around on the screen. "Sure you are, but you know that brings out honesty. Who's more honest than a drunk slut? This is what she really thinks of you, what she's afraid to say otherwise!"

Berry would have screamed at her for that, but she was cut off by Figure and Gale's simultaneous squeal as they creamed together. Juice bubbled from their over-agitated fuck holes into the puddle of moisture already forming beneath Berry's hot behind.

"I bet that bitch never made you cream like that!" moaned Gale.

"Buck no she didn't!" squealed Figure. "Now gimme that tongue, I bet you could lick circles around her!"

Figure definitely wasn't herself, though maybe Gale was a bit close to herself. Berry wasn't either though, so she took Figure's words more seriously than she should.

"Damn dyke I can," Gale grinned. "But I wanted to ride that fag cock too."

"This is so fucked up," Sunburst backed against the wall. "Aren't you like... 14 years old?"

"I've been fucking more years than you have," smirked Gale as she staggered over towards Sunburst.

Sunburst whimpered as Gale dragged him away from the wall by his throat. She really liked dragging around ponies. When Figure staggered over, eyes swirling, Gale grabbed her by one leg and flipped over over next to Sunburst as she straddled him.

Thankfully Gale didn't choose to use her gun again, since in her condition she would have certainly shot him up the ass. Instead she reached back to ram several talons into his behind. His squeal indicated that she hadn't sheathed her claws, but all the same it helped him get harder. Maybe he was too scared to be grossed out by this point.

Figure tried to crawl up onto Sunburst's other end, but Gale grabbed her by one hind leg and pulled her rump up into the air. Once Gale managed to pop her pussy down over Sunburst's unhappy but hard shaft, she dug both claws into Figure's hips and slurped at her pussy. She scooped out a glob of sperm and femme cum, which drooled from her beak as her slurping grew louder.

As Berry watched, Figure spread her hind legs wide and just went limp in Gale's grasp. As Gale's tongue worked around her sloppy nethers, she started undulating her hips again, squeaking with each lap. But after a minute or so she slowed down, just letting herself bounce with the movements as Gale rode Sunburst's dick and lapped at her nethers. Figure's eyes met Berry's and widened as she saw the tears streaming down Berry's face.

"I-I said some Hurtful things," panted Figure as if just now realizing it.

"Yeah, you did," Berry answered, trying to ignore how sexy Figure looked with her pregnant belly bouncing to the movement. Their little ones were getting sloshed around a lot today. She wiped tears from her eye, but also felt a burning in her loins still. It was all she could do to resist pouncing into the action again.

"Sorry," Figure whispered.

"I know," sighed Berry, but she wasn't getting over it when Gale was still slurping up Figure's juices like soup from a bowl.

For Figure's part, she seemed to have reached a point where she shorted out. She just stared at Berry with glazed eyes as her body rocked with Gale's movements. Berry's eyes shifted to Gale and Sunburst, because as angry as she was at the bird, the view of her soggy bits squeezing at the pulsating shaft was too delicious not to look at.

"Awww, too bad you gotta get interrupted," said Paper Cut over the monitor.

"The only one interrupting is you, asshat," Gale growled between long slurps running her tongue around Figure's limp insides.

"Not me!" Paper claimed. "I guess you didn't hear the ruckus due to the awesome almost-sound-proof walls! Three... two... one..."

The door from the direction of the dining hall burst open and Smokey staggered through.

"Hey, everypony I..." Smokey ran in, the paused. "Oh what's this? Hot! What's that smell?"

"I should have known a perv like you would pick it up," said Paper Cut. "I vented the hallway and kitchen with a bit of gas to liven the mood. And filly did it! Didn't vent the kitchen though. Didn't need to, you freak!"

"What is it, Smokey?" Berry tried to keep him on track, too unsurprised by Paper's antics to comment.

"Oh um," Smokey scratched her mane a bit awkwardly. "A body has been discovered?"

"Hey, that's my line!" Paper Cut screamed, bouncing around the screen in fury. "New rule! Only I can do body discovery announcements!"

Their pipbucks all beeped as the new rule was added. Seriously?

But never mind that. How was someone dead?!

Surviving Participants: 14

13. Finishing Business

Author's Note

Because I am evil and for no other reason, I have decided to skip a chapter so you still won't know for sure who committed the latest murder. Feel free to guess though! Just don't expect me not to have more murders while you're trying.

13. Finishing Business

Wednesday, 6/29/2078
POV: Gale

"Who's body?" Gale asked, trying to cut through the fog of her mind. Everything was so fuzzy; it was hard to keep anything but sex in her brain.

"Cream's!" Smokey said.

"And you left the brat there with her?" Gale quirked an eyebrow, shoving Figure away and staggering off of Sunburst. "What if the killer is still there? Wait... the killer is you!"

"What? No!" Smokey's eyes went wide. "Though um... if you want to have me raped because you think I'm the… ya know, just in case."

"Shut up!" Gale screeched. "Who else could it be? It's not like the kid is gonna kill his mother, and only you were there!"

"Actually the vent was unlatched," said Smokey. "Pretty sure someone from one of the rooms crawled into the dining room through the vents and killed her while I was fucking her son in the kitchen."

"You probably set it up to look like that," Sunburst groaned as he stood on his own hooves. He leaned against the wall and his shaft quickly retracted in disgust.

"We'll see," growled Gale.

Gale grabbed her gun, holding it tightly with one talon as she grabbed Sunburst around the neck with the other. She walked on her hind legs to drag him with her as she headed towards the dining hall.

"I'll check it out," said Gale as Smokey ran ahead of them. She turned back to Berry and Figure, smirking. "You dykes guard the doors and sort things out with your relationship."

Gale tried to clear her foggy mind, the intensity and slight insanity of her recent 'fun' burning through it. It wasn't easy when there was so much rattling around it at once. As she stumbled into the dining area, she almost fell from the exertion and had to lean on a table for a moment to regain her bearings. When she could finally get a hold of herself enough to get a serious look around, the body discovery announcement was blaring.

She took in the grim scene. Cream had been butchered, stabbed far too many times for someone that just wanted to commit murder. No, someone had fun here. Next to the dead mother was her son, clinging to her, a puddle of his vomit next to him, mixing with his mother's blood on the floor. Smokey was trying to pry him away, and he was screaming bloody murder like she was trying to kill him too.

Luckily, or maybe unluckily, Gale was a soldier and used to seeing this sort of thing, so the gore didn't faze her. Not nearly as much as the burning continuing between her thighs at least. Damn it that thing was making things so unfair.

"Leave him be," Gale grunted at Smokey as she looked around the rest of the room.

"But someone has to take care of him," Smokey said, but left Button to cry and cling to his mother.

"Yeah, I know how you'll take care of him, faggot," grunted Gale. There was no way someone like Smokey had pure intentions wanting to take care of a child, not that Gale had room to speak. "You can take him home to molest when this is over, and fuck I'll probably want to help, but for now look around. We need to find other clues unless you want me to take the safe assumption and execute you."

Button had refused to leave his Mom's direct side this whole time, which probably meant it was a forbidden action. Dragging him away would risk making him break a rule and then they'd have to kill him too. Gale wasn't keen on being responsible for a second foal's death within a single week.

"Well there's that," Smokey pointed to the blood stain near Cream.

There was a clear imprint there of a blade. It seemed like a vaguely familiar shape though a convenient imprint struck her as suspicious. There was a trail of blood back to the vents just as Smokey indicated. She leaned down to peer into the vent and saw the trail of smudged blood leading inward.

"Okay, we'll check the room for other evidence," Gale suggested. "Then you'll crawl your scrawny ass into this vent and see where the blood trail leads.

Gale knew she probably shouldn't trust Smokey as far as she could throw her, but she wasn't about to go crawling through vents herself when it might be a trap. So instead she kept an eye on Smokey as they both searched.

Neither Button nor Sunburst were any help. The former stayed next to Cream and Sunburst sat in a corner, refusing to be of any use. To be fair, he was probably pissed off still about the rape thing, but it wasn't like he hadn't asked to be raped by not wanting pussy.

"Yeah, I don't think there's shit else in here," Gale sighed finally when she tired of searching. It wasn't like she was some kind of detective, anyway. She turned to Smokey. "Crawl through the vents and see where the blood leads, faggot. I'll go give the dykes an update and wait to see what room you come out of. Try not to die unless you're the traitor."

"Sure thing!" Smokey grinned, not perturbed by her language or possibly getting off to it.

But when she got back to the hall, Gale met with something she didn't expect. Berry sprawled out looking clobbered, a broken vase next to her, and Figure was nowhere to be seen.

"What the fuck is going on?" Gale asked. Why couldn't all this weirdness finish up so she could get back to raping gay dick?

Berry looked over to Gale with wide eyes, looking confused, and hesitated a moment as if gathering her thoughts.

"I-I don't know!" Berry shook her head. "I-I... Night Light! He came out of the room and... knocked me out with this vase! He dragged my wife into his room and locked the door!"

"Go ahead in, Gale!" Paper Cut chuckled from the nearby view screen. "Got my body discovery announcement all warmed up!"

"Seriously?" Gale peered at Paper Cut, then shook her head as she drew her rifle and headed to the door Berry pointed. She assumed the AI was bucking with her since only a moronic traitor would kill more than one pony at a time and in such a blatant manner.

The door opened before Gale could kick it down, which was good because she doubted she could actually kick it in. These doors were sturdy. Gale raised her rifle instinctively when it opened and pointed it at Night Light's panicked face.

"Gale!" Night Light yelped, taking a step back when he found a gun pointed at him, bayonet almost touching his face. "G-get Berry! She murdered her wife! We have to restrain her!"

"No, that's wrong!" Berry's panicked voice rang out behind Gale. "I w-would never!"

"Back. Up," Gale leveled her gun at Night Light's head. "And don't let me see a single sparkle on that horn of yours, demon horse, or I'll shatter your fucking skull. Got it?"

"I didn't! I wouldn't!" Berry was carrying on from outside in the hallway.

Night Light clenched his teeth and backed into the dark room. Gale kept her eyes on him while reaching a wing behind her to flick on the light switch. She watched for any hint of a glow on his horn as she glanced around the room out of the corner of her eye.

From what she saw, Gale was inclined to believe that Berry wouldn't. Maybe if Figure wasn't pregnant, Berry might have murdered her for the cucking she got, but there's no way a wife would do this. Figure literally had her fetus ripped out, it’s tiny head crushed as if with magic, which made Gale hotter than it should have thanks to the drugging, but was still really fucked up. The whole thing seemed overdone, like someone really had fun here, the same impression she'd gotten when she found Cream's body.

But would he be stupid enough to kill two in a row? Who knew? Maybe every room got gassed, and he had too good of a time. Besides, everyone knew Night Light was the most likely culprit.

"Why hasn't the body discovery announcement played?" Night Light asked, looking around.

"Three people haven't seen it!" Paper Cut informed far too happily. "Hey Berry Bush or whatever your name is! Come look at your murdered wife and fetus! She wasn't quite dead last you saw her!"

"I wouldn't do that!" Berry shrieked from the hallway as if lost in her own little world. "I would never hurt her!"

"No, keep her out there," growled Gale, peering at Night Light. "I don't want attention drawn to the scene yet and I have more fun to have."

"What?" asked Night Light, not understanding, or at least pretending not to.

Gale didn't entirely understand herself why her thighs were still burning with desire after all that fun. Maybe she was still under the effects of gas, or maybe it damaged her permanently. Seeing gore hadn't bothered her for a long time, but it'd never gotten her this wet either. Either way, if she didn't find someone to fuck, she feared she might end up fucking the corpse, and she'd rather not when there was a warm dick that probably deserved rape anyway nearby.

Or maybe more. The combination of gore and hunger was setting off her predator instinct.

"On your back," Gale said as she stepped towards Night Light, gun still leveled at his head. "On the bed, on your back, right now."

"Uh, what for?" Night Light asked nervously.

All the same, he did what the crazy predator with the gun said. He backed slowly to the bed, crawling atop it and slowly rolling over with all four legs in the air. Gale kept her eye on his horn but he didn't dare make so much as a sparkle.

His bits were limp though, sheath barely swollen as his balls dangled against his plot cheeks. Maybe he got less Touched in here, maybe he was one of the unlucky that were more immune, or maybe he was just sated from his double homicide. She didn't care.

Gale crawled slowly onto the bed, booping his nose with her bayonet as he looked cross-eyed at it. She slid upwards, spreading her legs and sitting with her warm cunny pressed against his sheath. It quickly stiffened whether he wanted it to or not as gunk from her cream pie oozed out onto it.

"Please," Night Light made a disgusted expression. "You're way too young."

"Oh shut up," Gale rolled her eyes. "Until the Overmare bothers to make an minimum age law, we're legal as soon as we're squeezed out, maybe sooner. Besides, there isn't a straight male alive that wouldn't love his rod drenched in hot young pussy juice, so stop pretending."

"But if you think I'm the traitor," Night Light gasped as his shaft throbbed against her snatch. "Why would you even want to have sex with me?"

"I'm not having sex with you," smirked Gale. "I'm raping you. There is a difference."

"Yeah rape is WAY more fun!" Paper Cut commented.

"A-are you going to kill me?" Night Light stammered, then whimpered at the feel of her slit rubbing up and down his shaft as she ground her hips against him.

"Probably," said Gale. "Or definitely if you resist."

"Why are you allowing this?" Night Light asked Paper, getting delirious. "What kind of game is this, anyway?"

"Are you kidding?" Paper Cut said as she flicked popcorn into her muzzle and watched. "You're talking to the AI that watched a filly get raped and then announced you had to kill her for the crime of crying about it. And you're surprised that I'm allowing this? How do people as dumb as you remember to breathe?"

"Shut it both of you," Gale moaned. "I'm in the zone."

Gale lifted herself up to slip her soggy slit around him, sliding her lips down his length and sitting belly to belly with him. He clenched his teeth, trying not to show how good the young teen hole felt around his shaft, but it gave him away as it throbbed hard inside her.

"You know, even if you're not the traitor," Gale panted as her motions sped. "You deserve to die like this. You didn't deserve to get in the stable to begin with. They should have left you outside to get gangraped by radiation zombies."

"I know," Night Light said as he closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"Mmph," Gale grunted. "Been too long since I've killed a helpless enemy combatant like this. It always has a sort of satisfaction to it. Brings back memories of where I scoured the area after a battle for dying lunar scum. A lot of your kind died with their cock inside me."

Gale pulled her gun away from his face only to lean back and push the tip to his tailhole. He cried out and arched his back as she shoved it hard, forcing the pointed end of the bayonet inside. She shivered in bliss as she fucked him with the barrel in time with her hip motions. He arched his back but grew still to minimize cutting.

The cold steel barrel ramming his ass wasn't enough to counter the grip of the experienced velvet glove that was Gale's pussy around him. It'd been too long since he felt a pussy at all, and as little as he wanted to, he felt himself heading close to the edge, ready to paint her insides with his goo.

But Night Light was done with this humiliation. He was done with the humiliation that was his life. His horn glowed, but before she could react, he took care of it himself, squeezing the trigger on the gun that invaded his behind. There was a loud boom, muffled by his fleshy insides, as the bullet exploded through him. She sniper's shot punctured through his whole body, exiting his shoulder in a spray of gore as it shattered the bone there and impacted the wall behind him.

"Fucking prick!" Gale groaned when she was denied the murder herself, but didn't stop her hips either.

He had been an instant too late in his actions though, and the last thing he felt was his shaft firing off inside of her. Gale worked herself hard on his dick, straining to get off again before he went soft.

As blood fountained from his muzzle, Gale leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Having lived with ponies, the predator didn't get to taste this much blood very often, so she suckled it out of his muzzle like a baby nursing a breast as her pussy churned at his dying dick.

After taking a moment to savor the look of horror on his sobbing face, the taste of blood got to Gale too much. She yanked herself off of his limp dick, instead turning herself around atop him. She sat on his face, letting his sperm pour out to join the puddle of blood in his throat, giving him something else to gag upon.

Gale ground her hips, rubbing her pussy on his bloody face as she leaned down to slurp at his flaccid cock. She wasn't interested in blowing it though, instead wrapping her tongue around it and tugging it into her beak. Dragging the sharp hook of her beak along the length, she made sure his last bit of consciousness knew what she was doing before biting down.

She sank her beak in at the base, slicing it in two, then dragged upwards. Gale tore the shaft in two long ways, delicious pony blood spraying over her face in spurts as his heart beat its last. Even as his life faded completely, she tore into the meat of his dick, ripping his rod off in strips and scarfing down the meat hungrily.

Afterward, she bit down on his ball sack, savoring their taste by batting them around her beak with her tongue before tearing the sack off in one twist of her neck. She slowly bit down on them, savoring the fleshy orbs as they squished between her teeth and finally popped like rotten grapes under the pressure. She smudged the gorey sperm around her beak with her tongue before finally swallowing it down.

"O-oh my..." a voice came from the door, snapping Gale from her lustful stupor.

Gale looked up to see the stunned face of Berry at the door. She'd finally got the nerve to come in to find Gale eating the dick off of Night Light's corpse. She didn't look much more than stunned though, already emotionally shot, as her eyes slowly slid across the room, falling blankly upon her dead wife still there on the floor.

"There we go!" Paper Cut said triumphantly, then every monitor lit up brightly with her image again. "A body has been discovered! Two bodies if you count that the bun was ripped out of her oven. This is a lot of dying in a short time, so you ponies and various lesser species should probably get on that pretty soon. Just some friendly advice because that traitor is running rings around you!"

The screen flickered off, the image of Figure Eight darkening at the bottom and the number dropping again to 13. Apparently it wouldn't drop to 12 until a third pony saw Night Light's corpse. A moment later as if having forgotten something, it flickered back on.

"Oh, and your eight hours is up too!" Paper Cut added. "Rise and shine everything! Time for another beeeeauutiful day!"

Previously, while Gale was away...
POV: Berry

And with that, they were gone, leaving Berry with her wife. A moment later, since enough people had seen the body, the screens lit up fully as the chime sounded. On the screen, once again, was Paper Cut sitting in an armchair sipping wine.

"A body has been discovered!" Paper Cut announced. "I'm sorry, did I wake everyone up? Don't come out of your rooms yet until your eight hours is up though! Communicating by screaming through the door counts as not being alone too! Doesn't that just fill you with despair?"

Berry signed and looked over at her. Figure sprawled on the floor still, looking dizzily up at Berry. She looked stupidly sexy like that, but Berry just felt angry looking at her. The things she'd said, could the drugs really be to blame for that? Or did they bring out what was already there? Berry tried to push it down, knowing it affected her too, but she couldn't.

"Berry?" Figure asked weakly.

"What," Berry sighed, turning away again and looking down the hall.

"Buck me," panted Figure, sprawling herself out and spreading her legs towards Berry. It seemed the drug was affecting her more.

"I thought I was a terrible lay?" Berry looked back at her with intense eyes.

"Then buck me until the better lay gets back," Figure panted. "You're always the best lay when no other creature is here."

Berry clenched her teeth. She thought maybe Figure was sorry for saying those things, but now she was starting again? The anger within her bubbled over... and down her thighs. Damn this situation.

But all the same, Figure did look delicious laying there. Maybe the best way to shut her up was to give her the buck of her life so she'd realize that it was the drug making it feel so good, not the fact it was Gale doing it. That was as good an excuse to sate the burning heat between her thighs as any.

Berry more or less fell atop Figure in her current condition. She twisted Figure's hindquarters about to line up with her own, sitting up on her hind legs as she lifted figure's behind and propped herself against it. The pile-driver position was more awkward than it had been with Gale since Berry and Figure's swollen bellies smushed together, but she straddled one of Berry's hind legs to press their drooling twats together too.

As she felt the warmth of her wife against her, Berry forgot about the murder that had just occurred. She forgot about being gassed; all she wanted was to grind on her favorite piece of wet flesh. She undulated her hips, circling so that their labia flicked against one another, each sliding over the others clit in turn.

Their swollen breasts sloshed about, oozing milk at the pressure between them. As their pregnant bellies pressed together, Berry could feel both foals kick within, agitated by the movement and by the drug filtering through their mother's systems and into their own. Had she been in a better mental state, Berry would have worried about how it was affecting them, but she was in no shape to now.

Figure Eight moaned and arched her back, returning the movements. The leg Berry straddled kicked wildly in bliss and her eyes rolled back so far that they were only white for a moment. She creamed herself almost immediately, a geyser of juice running down their bodies.

"You like that, you bitch?" Berry moaned as their bodies shivered together. "Still longing for that cat-butted slut? Your foal factory belongs to me so don't you ever forget it!"

"Buck you," panted Figure in spite of all the obvious physical signs she enjoyed it. "You're like grinding on sandpaper next to her."

"S-shut up!" Berry hyperventilated and increased her speed, Figure's body pushed across the hall a bit with each movement until she stopped with her head thumping against the wall. "My foal is growing inside you, I own that womb!"

"You can have the brat back!" moaned Figure as he increased her own motions to match Berry's. "I'll have it scraped out and crush its worthless head in front of my worthless EX-wife! Then since I'm not a MUD PONY like you, maybe I can manage the magic to have Gale's instead."

"Stop saying that!" Berry screamed as tears rolled down her face. "W-we love each other! We... we..."

"I never loved you," Figure screamed in return.

Berry knew that wasn't true, she knew inside that the drugs were driving them both insane, but she couldn't take this. She couldn't focus on anything else but her rage and lust. Finally she slammed her hooves down on Figure's throat, quieting her as she cut off her air supply.

"Shut! Up!" Berry screamed, but continued to grind.

Figure tried to speak, then moved her own hooves to try to push Berry's off her neck. Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head, but Berry had the advantage on top and held her hooves steady there, forbidding her wife from breath or speech. Her body lurched as she gasped for air and her legs kicked harder as her movements grew unsteady.

"You don't want our foal?" Berry spit, completely out of her senses. "Then I'll make sure you AND her die! I should have never saved you when that griffon had you pinned down on the way here, because this is just how you deserve to go, unfaithful slut!... fuck gonna cum so hard."

But as her orgasm hit her, it knocked Berry off balance enough for Figure to wedge a hind leg between them. She kicked Berry in the gut as hard as she could, shoving her off. Berry landed on the floor flailing, pussy juice squirting across the floor from her climax as she left a wet streak from her slide.

Figure panicked, turning to flee down the hall and running into the wall instead. She looked around, eyes unfocused and clearly unable to get a hold on her surroundings. She ran again, this time running face first into one of the room doors. Without enough of her balance to do anything else, she grabbed the doorhandle and twisted it, throwing herself into the room.

"No you don't," muttered Berry as she staggered to her hooves, still out of her mind. She grabbed hold of the bayonet from Gale's gun that had been dropped earlier and stumbled after Figure into the room.

It was Night Light's room, but he hadn't awoken yet, and Berry was so out of sorts that it wouldn't have stopped her even if he had been standing there at the door. As Figure stumbled to turn around, Berry lunged the bayonet, aiming for her throat. She missed due to her disorientation, only nicking her neck in passing, but still drew blood.

"B-berry please," Figure begged, trying to maintain her balance. "I'm sorry, okay! I-It's this drug, it's doing weird things, you know I didn't mean that!"

But Berry was lost in her rage. She grasped Figure's body with her magic, flipping the inferior pony species onto her back and pinning her back down against the floor. Rushing up to her, she reared up onto her hind legs and came down with both front hooves onto her belly. Figure yelped as the wind was knocked out of her.

"Don't want our foal?" Berry spit. "Then don't keep it!"

Berry pinned Figure's struggling form to the wall, then turned to face away. She gripped the floor hard and lunched her hind legs back, impacting her square on her pregnant belly. Losing track of how many times she hit, she just beat her again and again. Every time Figure tried to speak to beg for mercy, she slammed her hooves into her again, black bruising welling up through the battered flesh.

"What are you doing?!" Berry didn't recognize Night Light's voice as he stumbled out of bed towards them.

All she knew as he grasped hold of her is that someone was trying to stop her from sating her uncontrollable rage. She swiped the bayonet, still held in her magic, in his direction, causing him to stumble back to avoid it. His own horn lit up, but she quickly grasped the lamp on the table next to his bed, slamming it directly onto his horn to knock the spell out of him. The sturdy lamp didn't break, so she continued to smack him over the head until the stallion crumbled onto the floor.

"B-berry," Figure's voice moaned behind her. "Our baby... please... I love you I swear... please..."

"Shut up!" Berry screeched, turning back to her. "Shut up and DIE!"

There was a gathering pool of red-tinged fluid gathering beneath Figure, and Berry realized that her water had broken from the impact, more bubbling down her thighs from where she was pinned to the wall. Berry helped it along, ramming the bayonet between Figure's thighs.

Figure squealed as the blade penetrated her, ramming upward through her vagina and piercing her already loosened cervix. Berry twisted the blade and raked it upwards, tearing her wife open with the bladed edge. Figure tried to shriek again, but gagged a muzzle full of blood down her chest instead.

"Baby!" Figure sobbed, but the words were barely audible beneath the gargling of more blood.

Berry was in no mental state to care. Her anger-charged magic surged forward as she reached into Figure's body, grasping the infant by one leg and ripping it from her body with one powerful tug. Figure's body undulated grotesquely as the smaller life was yanked free, the rest of her afterbirth slopping onto the floor in a pile of wet gore, quickly followed by her intestines as her body tore open further.

"Yes! Yes!" Berry moaned, unable to get a hold of herself She would have ran up and ground on Figure as she died, but she was too out of sorts to walk, so she just lay back. She pushed both hooves between her thighs, rubbing herself enthusiastically as she dangled the aborted infant in front of her dying wife.

Not quite aborted though because it was well-formed enough to wail. Berry quickly put a stop to that though, grasping its head tightly in her magic, applying all the pressure she could. The infant stopped bawling quickly as its muzzle was clamped shut, but continued to kick wildly.

With magic fueled by psychotic rage, the fragile head wasn't hard to crush. It's muzzle gave first, cracking with a sickening snap as the little foal's face caved in. The skull gave quickly afterward, the kicking turning to the wild spasms of death throes as its freshly formed gray matter oozed out through the cracks in the skull. Its eyes popped out from the pressure, more gore splurting out like vomit.

Berry dropped it onto the floor in front of her like meat, watching it twitch to a stop. She came again, harder than she ever had, and watched her pussy juice spray all over the dead form of the life that she'd helped create. But that wasn't enough. Her bitch wife was still alive and watching in horror, and she deserved more.

It wasn't easy to get back to her hooves, but Berry managed it, turning herself around and squatting over the dead foal. She relaxed, letting a stream of piss flow out and looking between her legs to watch the yellowish fluid wash over her dead child. She looked further to the terrified look on Figure's dying face. Oh Breaker, she'd never seen anything that sexy before.

"No," gagged Figure as she watched their dead foal pissed on. She shook her head weakly, and then looked to Figure. "I-I... I forgive you... take care of... our other foal... please..."

As those words finished, Figure's own body began to twitch as it began to give out. At the same time, the effects of the drug began to give out on Berry. In the fresh air of the other room, her mind began to clear, and as Figure's final words washed over her ears, she came to her senses all too late.

"W-what?" Berry staggered off from atop the infant, then shrieked herself at the realization at what she'd just done.

"What have you done?" Night Light asked weakly as he staggered up as well.

"N-no!" shrieked Berry in return, instinctively clubbing him over the head with the lamp again and rushing from the room.

As she fled back into the hall, she dropped the bayonet inside the room. She didn't drop the lamp though, and it followed behind her uncontrollably. She turned just in time to smash her own face with the lamp, staggering back as the abused ceramic finally gave and shattered all over the floor.

She saw Night Light stagger up again, and all she could think to do was slam the door before he rushed out afterward. Before closing it, she locked it instinctively, not that that would do any good for her when he was on the inside with the lock.

"Not bad!" admired Paper Cut from the monitor, as if Berry wanted her input right now. "That actually worked out a lot better than you probably intended! Now you can just say he came out of his room, smashed you with the lamp, and dragged her back in there!"

"W-what?" Berry shook her head. "What have I done!"

"Murdered your wife and unborn foal," Paper Cut said. "Don't worry though. I cleared the gas from the hallway so you can properly despair over it instead of getting off more. We want to keep things fresh!"

"W-what do I do?!" shrieked Berry.

"Wow really?" Paper Cut tilted her head. "What is it about murderers asking me what to do? Well, Night's being a dumb-dumb and checking to see if he can save Figure, but she'll definitely be dead within a minute or two. But you're outside with a broken vase, so just say he came out of his room, clobbered you, and dragged your wife back in there. Gale's headed back to give you an update so... 3... 2... 1... "

"What the fuck is going on?" Gale's voice came from the dining-room door.

Berry looked over to Gale with wide eyes, unsure what to say. Gale had just entered, so she probably didn't see Berry exit Night Light's room, only that Berry was now alone and with a smashed lamp next to her. Should she do it? Should she follow Paper's advice? Night Light was probably the traitor anyway, right?

"I-I don't know!" Berry shook her head. "I-I... Night Light! He came out of the room and... knocked me out with this vase! He dragged my wife into his room and locked the door!"

"Go ahead in, Gale!" Paper Cut chuckled from the nearby view screen. "Got my body discovery announcement all warmed up!"

Surviving Participants: 12

14. No, that's wrong!

Author's Note

Still not telling! But you can probably figure it out from this. Next chapter will be the one I skipped.

14. No, that's wrong!

Wednesday, 6/29/2078
POV: Devil Rose

Despite the situation they were in, Devil Rose found sleeping easy. He was a mercenary, so this wasn't the most dangerous place he'd ever slept. He'd slept on a battlefield with no guards and bombs exploding a few hundred hoofsteps away, so he could sleep here.

To be honest, it surprised him they'd gone this long without a serious incident. He expected another faction to retake Canterlot within a few months, but it'd been eight now. They'd been living on borrowed time while waiting for whoever won out there to invade here, so even if he died here he came out a little ahead.

Though he must have gotten used to the silence of the stable since he woke up a few times during the night, and most of them were a bit foggy. He did remember that one was some announcement Paper Cut made, which he promptly ignored and went back to sleep. then again when he thought he heard some clattering around in his room. He looked over to the corner where he heard it from and thought he saw movement, but when he turned on his light, there was nothing there but the vent. He closed his groggy eyes and went back to sleep.

The second time he woke up during the night was a lot more disconcerting. He woke up to the feel of warmth in the bed with him, and it didn't take him long to realize that someone had crawled into it with him. Before he knew it, they were rolling him over onto his back and crawling atop him.

Devil's eyes shot open, ready to throw whoever was atop him out of the bed, but quickly realized who it was, mostly because he was so used to this particular body crawling around on him. It was Smokey, straddling him and grinding her slutty behind against his sheath. For some reason, she wasn't wearing her trademark shirt she used to hide her wing stumps, but she was holding something in her muzzle.

It was his blue and red butterfly knife, Yamoto, and it was dripping with fairly fresh blood. No way. Could she be the... that sort of seemed too obvious at this point.

"Smokey!" Devil blurted out, defensively moving his hooves to her throat. "Why are you here? You can't be here... after the eight hours are up."

In his sleepy state, he almost forgot to lie. Damn annoying rule that was.

"Nah don't worry, muddy," Smokey moaned as his hooves went to her throat, muttering around the bloody knife between laps at the handle. "You killed Cream so you don't have to be alone for the full eight hours, and I already did my time, so we're fine. You can kill me all you want! Seriously, I am so turned on that you're the traitor!"

With that, Smokey leaned forward, or tried to with Devil's hooves in the way. He realized she was trying to mouth him the knife, but what did she say about Cream? And the traitor?

"Cream isn't dead," Devil said, assuming she was. "Why am I the traitor?"

Smokey leaned forward more, and Devil let her get close enough to take the knife from her muzzle, if for no other reason than to have it himself. The blood on it tasted fresh, and like an older mare's blood. He grunted as he took the knife, his shaft hardening against Smokey's soft behind, but he had no interest in banging this thot at the moment. He just wanted an explanation.

"There was an imprint of your knife in the blood near her body, mud pie, where you bucked her to death with!" Smokey grinned excitedly. She was so nuts at this point he didn't even care about her weird earth pony slurs. "Then I found the trail of blood through the vents from the kitchen to here, and your bloody knife under the bed!"

"So I killed her," clarified Devil. "But didn't clean my knife afterward?" He hoped the absurdity of that would sink in without him having to connect the dots for this dumb whore.

"Yep!" Smokey nodded without getting the point. "Now you can cut off my dick and make me eat it while you bang my faggot asshole! Bucking is all you muddies are good for, right?"

He shoved the crazed thot as hard as he could, tossing her from the bed rather easily. He could then sit up and get a better look around his room as he reached to turn on the light. The vent in the corner where he'd heard the noise before, was completely off as if she'd crawled in through there. Smokey's shirt was lying next to it, ripped down the back as if it'd gotten caught on something while she was crawling to his room.

"Yes!" Smokey groaned as she writhed on the floor. "Kick my ass, dirt pony slime! Stomp my balls into a pulp this time! Make me sorry I ever... hey!"

Smokey sat up too as she realized Devil wasn't leaping out of the bed atop her to begin her gruesome murder. She peered at him like a jealous marefriend that just caught her stallion staring at a passing mare's twat. He didn't have time to explain more though as another bang made them both jump.

Was that a gunshot? A muffled gunshot at least. He'd heard enough gunshots to know what one sounded like when one fired while penetrating somepony.

Devil didn't wait for his eight hours to be up, not that it mattered now that Smokey had stumbled into his room. He'd have to start the eight hours over again, anyway. He ignored the annoyed slut on the floor, slipping on his saddlebags and placing Yamato within one to keep it out of sight.

As he trotted toward the door though, the screen in the room flickered on and Paper Cut's annoying visage lit it up. She held popcorn and looked quite entertained; that wasn't good.

"A body has been discovered!" Paper Cut said. "Two bodies if you count that the bun was ripped out of her oven. This is a lot of dying in a short time, so you ponies and various lesser species should probably get on that pretty soon. Just some friendly advice because it seems that traitor is running rings around you!"

"Aw..." Smokey frowned. "A hornyhead got her foal ripped out, and I missed it..."

That little bitch was bucked the hell up, but there was no time for that. Another one? A pregnant mare? That'd have to be...

The image of Paper Cut flickered off, the image of Figure Eight darkening at the bottom and the number dropping again to 13. Damn it; that would devastate poor Berry, losing both a wife and foal. Who would have done such a thing to someone so hot as a futa-impregnated lesbian?

As he opened the door, the screen flickered back on as if having forgotten something.

"Oh, and your eight hours is up too!" Paper Cut added. "Rise and shine every thing! Time for another beeeeauutiful day!"

Devil was out the door already. Looking up and down, the first thing he saw was Berry standing in front of Night Light's room with a freaked out expression. He ran over to her, holding out a hoof to comfort but not sure how to speak to her in this situation with his rule in place.

"I didn't do it! I swear I didn't!" Berry blurted out before stumbling back into the floor in a heap and sobbing.

Well of course she didn't. Unable to say so though, Devil turned and looked into the room himself. There was Figure on the floor, gutted beyond recognition, with her dead infant still attached to her by the cord, but the head crushed. But there was more than that. On the bed, Gale was extracting her sniper rifle from the rear end of Night Light. So that's what it was.

"A body has been discovered!" Paper Cut made the announcement again as soon as Devil saw Night's corpse. "Up the plot with a rifle, in case not everypony recognized that sound!" The number at the bottom of the view screen ticked down again and Night Light's outline at the bottom darkened.

"What the buck are you doing?" Devil could still ask questions at least.

"He fucking murdered Figure Eight!" Gale said as she cleaned the blood off her gun. "He would have offed Berry too had I not come in time, he's obviously the traitor!" She added more quietly. "And I was wet so I figured I may as well have fun. Fuck off already unless you want to be the next to sate me."

"What is going on?" Thunder roared as he approached from behind. Almost everyone was out of their rooms and in the hall at this point. "This is the third announcement. Who was the first?"

"Cream Heart, you cat-butt," Smokey said. "Someone crawled from a bedroom to the dining hall and killed her there... and that someone was... You!" She grinned widely as she pointed at Devil Rose. "Her blood is still on the knife in your filthy dirt horse saddle bags!"

"Wow this is almost like a real murder mystery now!" Paper Cut said as she hoofed more popcorn into her muzzle. "Oh by the way? None of those killed last night were the traitor, including Mister-Definitely-Did-It that you shot up the asshole. So good work there."

"Wait, what?" Gale blinked. "Then why did Night Light kill Figure Eight?"

"Who knows?" Paper Cut shrugged. "I mean I pumped most of this place with snuff gas during the night, so that may or may not have had anything to do with it. Like I said, I haven't exactly tested my poisons and I did have to use a lot of substitute ingredients with what the stable had in store... so can't entirely be certain."

"How is that fair?" Shadow asked, then glared at his daughter for a moment before trotted towards Devil. "Sorry, Devil. Show everypony your knife so my daughter can shut up about it."

"What?" Devil asked. "Why would I kill anypony with my own knife?"

"Devil," Thunder repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Show us your knife."

"I..." Devil stammered. Damn it! He wasn't even allowed to say he didn't do it! "I would never kill someone with my own knife, it'd make me the obvious suspect!"

"Wait everypony, I don't think he did it," Dangerous staggered out of her room, then blinked. "Wait, that other room was Night Light's?"

"Devil," Shadow sighed, looking at Devil with the most serious expression he'd ever given him. "Just say you're not the traitor, and I'll believe you."

Devil clenched his teeth and shut his eyes for a few long seconds.

"Devil?" Shadow asked again, tilting his head.

There was nothing else to do. If he stood here, he'd be the next to die, the next accused of being the traitor. Who knew if the real traitor had even killed anypony yet. Did they even need to?

Devil turned around to face away, and ran as fast as he could towards the other end of the hallway. He kept his focus on the door as a gunshot rang out, buzzing past his head inches away and deflecting off the metal wall next to the door before he flung it open and went through.

On the other side, his movements were lightning fast, hefting over a nearby storage cabinet in front of the door after closing it. Not waiting to see how much that slowed them down, he raced towards the warehouses to hide.

POV: Smokey

Could it be? Her father's comrade that had led him into battle so many times? That would be such a ridiculously hot betrayal, but it still seemed unlikely. Yeah, she knew better.

But then why did he run? Why wouldn't he say he didn't do it? Maybe the drug made him do it instead of being the traitor? So then why didn't he say that?

"Everyone, he didn't do it!" Dangerous shook her head as she galloped into Night Light's room as if hoping to find something there. She did find something because the next thing heard was her retching as she deposited the contents of her stomach on the floor in there. What a softie.

"I thought you were a crack shot?" Crimson stepped up beside Gale as she lowered her gun.

"Seriously," Tella smirked. "You were less than five feet from him. How did you miss?"

"I am a crack shot!" Gale protested. "I... we're all drugged and stuff."

"Please, you're not close to a crack shot," Thunder growled. "That's just what I told everypony to get you promoted in exchange for wrapping that at-the-time illegal snatch around my cock."

He was being a little unlike himself to say it that bluntly, this whole thing was getting to everyone. So amazing.

"Shut up!" shrieked Gale.

"Why was the first thought to shoot at him anyway?" Winter asked from a corner he'd backed into. "Why is this happening? Why are you killing each other? It doesn't make sense!"

"Everyone shut up!" shrieked Berry from one corner, holding her hooves over her ears. So someone killed her wife, huh? Smokey hoped someone forced her to watch and envied her if she had. Such despair!

"Look, look!" Dangerous stumbled out of Night Light's room, looking greenish still from how ill it made her, but holding a bloody tablecloth. "I found this in his trash!"

"And that means?" Thunder arched an eyebrow.

"Well, I mean..." Danger shook her head as if she had put little thought into how to word it. It was a little suspicious. "Smokey, you said the trail of blood in the vents led to Devil's room. But what if they killed Cream Heart with the knife, crawled to Devil's room to drop it there, then wrapped the table cloth around themselves for the rest of the way so they wouldn't trail the blood to their room?"

"But that would make Night Light the killer," Winter said. "And we already know he wasn't! No one that died was the traitor! You're all killing each other for no reason!"

"Well we know he killed Figure," pointed out Shadow. "If the Touch got to him..."

Though it was still unusual. Aphrodite Touch poisoning rarely made somepony come up with complicated schemes. Grabbing Figure out of nowhere and snuffing her out would make sense if someone drugged him, but not successfully framing Devil for another crime.

And honestly, she found that tablecloth really fast considering how busy she was vomiting. Smokey turned and hopped into Danger's room.

"W-where are you going?" Danger called behind her. "Get out of there!"

Smokey shut the door and locked it, shortly followed by the sound of Danger's hooves beating on it. Yep, definitely suspicious.

It didn't take long for Smokey to find what she wanted, mostly because she had put a lot of thought into where she'd hide murder evidence in her own room. The only really good hiding place in there was between the mattresses, so that's just where she looked. Sure enough...

When Smokey opened the door again, Danger's angry face met her, but she paused when Smokey held up the bloody tablecloth.

"Between her muddy mattresses!" Smokey announced gleefully, proud that she found something so important.

"So wait, so she framed someone for framing someone for murder?" blinked Shadow.

"Wow," Crimson laughed. "Okay, so who framed Danger for framing Night Light for framing Devil for killing Cream? May as well fess up now!"

"I... that's not mine!" blurted out Danger, but she didn't have much of an argument beyond that.

"Um, everyone?" Gale waved a claw at the others. "Not to make this more complicated, but I just noticed something else... about somepony else."

"What is it now?" Thunder growled.

Everyone in the hall looked to Gale, then their eyes followed her wing as he pointed towards Smokey. Smokey tilted her head a little before realizing what part of her he was pointing at. Oh yeah; her shirt had been ripped off and the bare scars where her wings had once been were showing. Awesome! They'd murder her horribly for sure now!

"You're a pegasus?" Thunder spit out the words like 200-year-old Salsbury steak.

"Oh that?" Smokey blinked and waggled her nubs. "Guess my shirt got ripped off in the passage... guess this isn't the best time for you guys to find this out. What ya gonna do about it, rape-baby?"

"For crying out..." Shadow groaned. "It's like you're trying to get yourself killed!"

"Well yeah, I am," Smokey admitted freely. She wasn't sure why more of them weren't having as much fun as her, especially when she was offering fun.

"Oh yeah," Crimson rolled her eyes. "Being a featherbrain definitely means she's an NLR spy. Look she's not even the only pegasus in the Stable. There's that infant some smartass snuck in."

"The NLR were allied with the Grand Pegasus Enclave," Thunder said. "Why would a pegasus clip her own wings to sneak in if not for nefarious reasons?"

"Decent point," Shadow sighed, taking no action to defend her from the accusation. It was unlike him even when she was being an embarrassment to his sensibilities, but Smokey appreciated it.

"Does that mean you're a pegasus too?" Gale looked at Shadow, glaring with a tilted head.

"Oh don't even go there," Shadow growled. "Even if I was, a traitor doesn't volunteer to have their body ripped apart and put back together by the Ministry of Magitech."

"All right, everyone calm yourselves," sighed Thunder. "We need to get a hold of ourselves and remember we're all under the influence of something right now."

"She planted it!" Danger blurted out as if having finally decided on a counter. "S-she probably hid it in the vent outside my room so she could 'find' it later. She wanted to frame me!"

"Holy shit," laughed Crimson. "I was joking, but this is hilarious! Now who framed Smokey?"

"You're suspicious for joking about it," smirked Tella. "Maybe I'm suspicious for pointing that out!"

"Goodness' sake," sighed Thunder. "Okay look. Everyone stay out here and I will search through ALL the rooms to make sure we missed nothing. Danger... Smokey... I'm sorry but I will have you both restrained just to be sure. You're the two most likely suspects, so we'll all go as a group to storage to get rope when I'm done searching."

"B-but I didn't," Danger cried.

"Definitely!" Smokey's eyes lit up. "You should torture us until one of us admits to it, bird-butt!"

"Sure," Gale rolled her eyes. "We can torture you by not torturing you."

Oh horse apples, they were catching on!

"Where's Button?" asked Winter.

"Oh he's at Cream's corpse." Smokey said. "Pretty sure he has a rule that he can't leave her side... hey... if I let him know I knew his rule, he'd have to..."

"We'll be gagging you too I guess," sighed Thunder. "Listen. No one else dies, got it? All we have to do is not let anyone die for three days and we're free!"

"Why is that so hard?" Winter sat in the corner of the hall and held his front hooves over his head in frustration, rocking back and forth. “I mean, three murders in a night? WHY!?”

Aw, no fun. If they gagged her, she couldn't get killed by Button. Getting murdered by a foal would be almost as hot as getting murdered by her dad.

"Don't we need to let Devil know we're not trying to kill him?" asked Shadow.

"Don't forget the rules against communicating any way other than face-to-face," Paper Cut helpfully warned.

"So if you see him, tell him, but it's not a huge problem if we all stick together," Thunder said. "It's not a problem if only one of us is separate and the rest of us barricade ourselves somewhere."

"Unless he is the traitor and goes after Button," said Gale. "Just because he didn't do this one thing doesn't mean he isn't the traitor."

"It can't be helped if we can't move her body," sighed Thunder. "For today, we'll keep half the group with Button in the kitchen while the other half searches for a better place to spend the night, one without ventilation that you can fit through."

Surviving Participants: 12

15. Snack Time

Author's Note

Here's the flashback chapter to explain the murder, and after this they'll be in order after the most recent last chapter.

15. Snack Time

Wednesday, 6/29/2078 (before second murder)
POV: Dangerous Magic

Danger hadn't eaten a thing, too afraid to consume any food after being told that it had some unknown something inside it, but it was getting to her. Her stomach rumbled and tensed up in pain, and the stress of being here didn't help her desire to stuff her face.

Enough was enough. She needed something to eat now.

But she also needed to be alone for a full eight hours, and she couldn't get to the kitchen without passing by the guards. Unless...

Her eyes shifted up to the vent in the corner near the floor of her room. Stable-Tec always made their vents huge so she could probably crawl into it. Her room was second-closest to the kitchen, but the vent might go all the way there. Of course, someone might also be in the kitchen.

Well, there was one way to find out, possibly.

"Paper?" Danger whispered aloud.

Paper Cut peeked above the bottom edge of the monitor displaying everyone's living or not-living status as if she were always waiting.

"Daaaaanger," Paper Cut whispered back, more dramatic than necessary as if trying to sound like a ghost.

"Do you know if anyone in the kitchen?" Danger asked, still with a whisper.

"I do know that!" Paper popped her head up but then ducked back down. "But I can't tell you, silly, that's cheating!"

"Fine," Danger signed. "How about this, if I crawled through the vent and peaked into the dining hall to see if anypony was there, saw someone, then didn't go into the room, would it count as me not being alone?"

"Hmm," Paper tapped her chin. "I don't know. If you broke any rules while you're inside the vent, I couldn't see, and that would be very not good!"

"What rule would I break inside the vent alone?" asked Danger. "There's not anyone in there to ask me for sex and I just want to go get a snack okay? I mean they should be off searching the rest of the wing, anyway; I wanted to be sure is all."

"Fine, fine," shrugged Paper Cut. "I'll allow it, I actually can see you in the vent with the magical x-ray function on the cameras too. But promise to pretend you're a super secret agent of S.M.I.L.E. while crawling through the air vents!"

"Fine," Danger rolled her eyes. It would be so much easier if it were a less silly psychopathic AI holding them hostage.

Danger felt silly pulling the vent open and crawling inside, even if she had no intention of playing spy while inside. She looked back and forth once inside, noting that the same vent went down to the other rooms on her side. She wondered which was Devil's room; if she knew she could return his knife discreetly through the vent.

The thought reminded her that perhaps she should take that with her in case she needed protection. She didn't want to be by herself outside of her room with no protection at all, so she went back and grabbed the knife. Holding it in her muzzle, she crawled inside, tugging herself alone. It wasn't easy with her one hoof still in agony from having stabbed herself in an attempt not to orgasm.

She made her way to the dining hall and peered out of the vent, but from her current angle she couldn't see the entire thing. After listening for a moment to make sure no one was there, Danger quietly pushed the vent cover off and crawled out into the kitchen.

Danger wasted no time looking around for food, and she saw a stack of the meals and colas on one table across the room. She rushed over to it, grabbing hold of a meal and drink, and turned to head back.

But then she paused as her eyes fell upon something else. There at the kitchen door was Cream, sitting on her haunches against the door. She shivered as she looked at Danger in confusion, unsure of why she was here.

"Um, hello?" Cream asked.

"Uh, hi," Danger froze in place.

"I thought you were sleeping?" Cream asked. "I didn't even see you come in..."

"S-shouldn't you be with the others?" Danger asked.

"Um, they're... busy," said Cream with wide eyes. "W-why do you have a knife?"

Cream leaned aside, reaching for a nearby fork that had fallen onto the floor as if to defend herself with it. She stayed as close to the door as she could as if blocking entry. Well, it wasn't the end of the world. Maybe Danger could just refuse to leave her room for a few hours after her scheduled sleep to stay alone for the full required eight hours.

"W-what? No," Danger shook her head. "I'm just horny and wanted to get something to eat."

"Horny?" asked Cream, clenching the fork between her teeth and backing against the door again as she brandished it. "Just stay away! I don't want any trouble!"

"Hungry!" Danger corrected herself. "I'm... buck I am horny."

Danger slowly put the food on her back to carry, but she really was getting aroused. It was all of a sudden too, hitting her like a train into a bus full of filly guides. She pressed her legs together to stifle the heat, but couldn't keep her eyes off a certain part of Cream. Cream's slit drooled with fresh spunk, and given that Smokey wasn't likely to put it in a pussy, it was probably Button's. That would normally disturb Danger, but now it just made her hot.

"Stop staring at me!" Cream stammered, panting heavily as if she was feeling sudden arousal. "Just take your things and go."

Danger felt her mind grow hazy and there was an odd smell in the dining hall that wasn't there before. Juice poured down her thighs, and it couldn't just be from seeing a freshly bucked milf. Her breathing was so heavy that she had to brace herself against the nearest table as she dropped the food off her back..

"A-are you okay?" Cream pushed her own hind legs more tightly together as if stifling heat as well.

Danger glanced at the monitor nearby to see Paper Cut peeking around one corner of the screen, quiet but stifling a giggle. She glanced up at the vents and noted the very lightest hint of a pink mist. Damn it. So going hungry had been pointless to begin with because that thing was gassing them. She had to get back to her room right now!

That's what she thought at least, but Danger staggered towards Cream instead. Cream brandished the fork more, looking as if she wanted to charge but was afraid to leave the vicinity of the door.When Danger got into range, Cream lunged, only missing because Danger staggered out of the way. Danger knocked the fork out of Cream's muzzle and across the room, equally on accident, but it must have looked deceptively skillful to Cream.

"Don't hurt my son," Cream teared up, but also undulated her hips as Danger drew closer.

"Shh," Danger said. She then realized she was holding Devil's knife against Cream's throat, but couldn't make herself pull it away. "I won't hurt your son if you're quiet... I'm sorry... I need to... take the edge off."

"Bucking pervert," Cream said between clenched teeth, but didn't scream for the others as Danger pinned her onto her back in front of the kitchen door.

"Says the colt-fiddler that bucked her own son," panted Danger. "Super hot by the way."

Danger knew this was unlike her. She should run back to her room, not indulging and breathing in more of the gas. She was risking everything by taking a chance at breaking her 'no orgasm' rule. But her brain was so cloudy that she couldn't focus on anything that she should.

She pushed Cream's hind legs apart, straddling the lower one and pressing her own sopping wet slit against Cream's. The wet flesh felt so hot against her, she'd think she was grinding on Daybreaker. Before she was dead, obviously. She shivered at the slippery flesh against her as she rotated her hips. Cream couldn't keep herself from returning the motions, and soon their sloppy labia were smudging together, flicking their clits against one another.

Her whole existence felt like a haze now, like Danger wasn't in control of her own body. She screamed in her head that she had to stop, that that pressure building rapidly within her was an invitation for disaster, but she couldn't. Even Cream got into it, holding Danger closer even as she traced the blade along Cream's face. It was hard not to cut, and even the barest touch left red streaks beneath her fur.

With the drug in her system, Danger never felt anything so amazing. Cream's muffled moan brought her back to her senses as milf juice splattered over their bellies, drooling into the puddle they were making on the floor. That drew Danger's attention to how close she was to her own orgasm, but she couldn't afford to go over! She drew back Devil's knife and stabbed as hard as she could.

It took a few seconds to realize though that she hadn't stabbed herself. Cream muffled a scream as the black rammed into her own foreleg. She clenched her teeth to not cry out, still terrified that drawing Button's attention would cause the out-of-control Danger to target him as well.

Danger almost apologized, but was distracted by how amazing the blade felt in her mouth as it pushed through flesh. That beautiful sound of flesh parting followed by the light scraping sound as it dragged against the bone. By Break's flaming tits, she wanted more of that.

"Please don't," Cream gurgled those last words as Danger pulled her body away.

But Danger wasn't listening to reason. She rammed the blade again, Cream's eyes going wide as it sank into her chest, puncturing a lung. The next time Cream tried to speak, all she did was bubble blood from her muzzle. She shook her head weakly, but the sound of slicing flesh had enamored Danger.

She kept lunging over and over, completely out of control. Blood splattered all over her as she found every undamaged piece of the torso she could find to sink the blade into. Cream convulsed, vomiting a fountain of blood all over herself and Danger, painting their fur a shiny red as she kept going. Even after Cream's convulsions stopped, Danger kept plunging the knife.

As she continued, Danger moved downward. She stabbed each breast right at the nipple, twisting the blade and watching the spongy flesh come apart, leaving a swirl of milky white in the red pouring from the body. She didn't come to her senses until she was ramming the blade hilt deep into Cream's pussy.

Danger only brought herself out of it by slamming her own hoof into her head, knocking herself away and leaving the blade hilt deep inside Cream. She took a moment to stare at the freshly butchered corpse before fully recognizing what she'd done.

"Oops!" Paper Cut said from the monitor. "Did you slip and nick her with the knife? I hate it when that happens!.... okay, I'm lying. I actually love it when that happens!"

"No," Danger shook her head, trying to come to her senses. "Oh Celestia I did not do that, why the buck did I do that?!"

"Touch is one amazing drug!" Paper Cut chuckled. "It really encourages a girl to let loose! Silver lining: You don't have to worry about your eight hours of alone time for the day. You committed murder so you're all good!"

"How can this be happening?" Danger whispered. She didn't have the energy to scream, which was probably best when standing next to the corpse of somepony she murdered.

"I know, right?" Paper rolled across the screen. "That was a 4 out of 10 at best. She was already dead when you fucked her with the knife! You should see Tella about that: she can give you some primo murder advice about how to keep them alive longer."

This was it. When the others saw this, they would think Danger was the traitor, but she definitely wasn't! Wait, was she? No! The drug was just messing with her to the point that not even sh e was sure!

"I know that look," Paper Cut advised. "You're wondering what to do now so they don't think you're the traitor. Well the obvious solution is 'frame the actual traitor for the murder!'."

"B-but who is the traitor?" Danger was still far gone enough to even have this conversation. "It's Devil's knife but... I don't think he's... is he?"

"Will others believe he's the traitor?" Paper tapped her chin. "I wonder who most think the traitor is?"

"Probably Night Light," sighed Danger. "But he can't be. That's too obvious, and I know him enough to know he's not."

"Or maybe it's too not-obvious by being obvious!" Paper suggested. "You never know! In the games, it was often one of the last people you'd expect that ended up being the traitor. Even when the traitor wasn't really a traitor!"

Danger didn't know what Paper was talking about, but she was just far gone enough to listen.

"H-help me," Danger was too far into this. As much as Danger hated her, the only one that might help and not tell anyone was Paper Cut. "You know who the traitor is, and this is all your fault! So help me frame the traitor!"

"You have quite the talent for passing the buck!" snickered Paper Cut. "It'd be against the spirit of the game for me to tell you who the traitor is, but I guess there's no rule against asking for my help, and I do love a good mystery."

"So TELL me what to do!" Danger squeaked in exasperation.

"Okay, step one," said Paper. "Leave a bloody imprint of Devil's knife on the floor."

"W-we're accusing Devil?" asked Danger.

"Nope!" Paper chuckled. "Trust me, not like you have a choice."

She didn't trust Paper, but Paper was right. Danger had no choice.

She yanked the knife from Cream's still-warm cooch, laying it on the floor in a spot that had somehow avoided blood splatter. She lifted Cream, dragging her just enough to spill more of the oozing blood onto the knife, then tossed her back.

It wasn't easy with the drug still buzzing through her head. As she put Cream back, she gave her one final kiss, slurping her limp tongue around. She took time to lick tears from her wide-open eyes before leaving her be. Danger resisted the urge to grind on the corpse and picked up the knife again; it left an imprint of it there in the blood that should be easy to identify.

"Good," Paper instructed. "Now take the knife and two table cloths with you back through the vent. Carry the table cloth on your back so it doesn't keep you from leaving a trail of blood."

Danger didn't question it. She wasn't in a stable enough mental state to do so and it wasn't like she could get away with it any better herself. So she did what Paper said. She took the knife in her muzzle, shying her tongue away from the bloody surface, and carried two folded tablecloths on her back as she went back to the vent. The food she'd wanted to take back with her remained on the table; she was no longer hungry.

"Don't go all the way to your room yet," whispered Paper, the voice coming from Danger's pipbuck. "Unlatch the vent and leave the knife in the first room we get to."

Danger tried to remember who was in which room, but her mind was so foggy and she wasn't sure she noted it to begin with. So she did what it told her. She ignored the pain in her leg and throbbing panic in her head as she made her way to the first vent.

The vent in the other room was so easy to unlatch from the inside it made Danger wonder how much preparation someone had put into this. Had whoever did this taken the time to replace them with more easy-to-remove vents? Who would put this much thought into such a scenario? Who would even know enough about this area to do that?

Well, it wasn't like her mind was in any shape to ponder such things. She unhooked the vent, trying to be as quiet as possible as it came free. She couldn't see the occupant of the room well, covered with a blanket and sound asleep. Who knew how they slept in this kind of situation; maybe it was one of the soldiers that had slept through worse.

"Put it under the bed," whispered Paper. "Then get back in the vent and use the tablecloths to keep from leaving a bloody trail the rest of the way."

That made sense, and her addled mind didn't even consider the obvious problem of what to do with the bloody tablecloths after. She staggered to the bed, dropping the knife under it quickly and refusing to look at the occupant. She unfolded the tablecloths, wrapping them around her bloody body, then used her relatively unbloodied hind hooves to push the rest of her body back to the vent.

"Attach the vent back on loosely," said Paper once they were in the vent. "Then go the rest of the way, past your own vent; we're not done yet!"

Danger did as it told her. It was awkward, but she pulled the tablecloth around her more tightly and wormed through the vent to her room, careful not to leave marks. She moved past her own room to the room on the other side of it.

"Okay then," Paper said. "You put the bloodier tablecloth in their trash, then keep the last one wrapped around you on the way back to your room.

Danger quickly did as it told her. Her mind was still clouded enough she didn't fully comprehend the 'why' of the orders, so she followed them like a robot would its programming. She wormed her way to the next room, loosening the vent. Thankfully the trash was close to it, so it didn't take long to tug the inner table cloth from around her and leave it in the trash.

She headed back to her own room, wrapping the last tablecloth around her and leaving the third room's vent loose. When she got into her own room, she tightened her vent much more.

"Great!" Paper spoke to her from the view screen in her own room now. "Then shower the blood off of yourself and hide that tablecloth where it won't be found. Between the mattresses of your bed might be a good idea."

Her mind cleared now that she wasn't in the kitchen where the gas had pumped in. As she washed herself off, she realized that the room she left the knife in was probably Devil's, and she was framing whichever pony was in the other room for doing it. She was glad she didn't get a good look at who she was framing, but she'd have to face them when everyone woke up regardless.

She tried to rationalize to make herself feel better. It wasn't like they'd kill the accused traitor if they had to not kill anyone for three days to be released. They'd just lock them up somewhere is all, and then no harm would befall them. No additional harm at least. Maybe?

It wasn't like she had a choice, so she finished showering and quickly hid the last tablecloth between her mattresses. Her tasks done, she crawled into bed, though it wasn't like she'd get any sleep.

Her stomach growled. All that and she'd forgotten to actually bring food back with her.

Surviving Participants: 14

16. Smile at Hope in the Name of Despair

Thursday, 6/30/2078
POV: Thunder

Three members. They'd lost three members of the group in a single night. How did this happen?

He'd been sloppy, that's how it happened, but it wouldn't again. Thunder was absolutely determined to ensure the safety of everyone else here, traitor or not. The group spent the entire day after the murders enacting his plan.

First, they needed a new place to sleep, one with no connection between the rooms, and he found the perfect place. In the magitech labs, there were experiment pods meant to contain creatures as they mutated from experiments. They were all airtight save for a tiny ventilation slit, had walls that could be made opaque to keep the occupant 'alone', and were large enough that they wouldn't suffocate overnight. There was no possibility of the occupant of one getting into another pod.

They took enough food to the lab to feed the group for two weeks if needed, and they had running water there in the lab as well as a restroom. There were no showers available, but the stench of unbathed bodies was something he could deal with; goodness knows he'd dealt with it plenty during the war. They blockaded themselves in and planned to take shifts sleeping in the pods; no one would leave until three days passed without a murder.

Assuming of course, his stupid rule didn't require him to leave to go fuck one of those outside, dead or alive. So far it had worked out okay. It'd given him plenty of time to cum in Danger, so he'd take care of it just before the time was up and see who it gave him next.

Of course there was the added complication of Devil wandering the facility, and Button being unable to leave his mother, but there wasn't much that could be done about that. Worse case scenario was that one of them would kill the other after three days, then the other would kill themselves three days after that, which meant they'd have to stay in the magitech labs for nine days at the absolute maximum. It wasn't ideal, but definitely possible if Thunder stayed on top of things in the lab.

Best case scenario, Devil would talk to Button and Button could tell him that they were no longer after him. So he made sure Button had plenty of food and water within hooves reach and a large bucket to relieve himself in before wishing him luck and leaving him there. It made him sick to leave a foal defenseless like that next to his rotting mother, but there was nothing else to be done now. For Break's sake, this was a mess.

The next night was uneventful. Thunder slept with the first group, along with Gale, Thunder, Berry, and Sunburst. He was delighted when he awoke to find that no one had died in the night, that they knew of, and the others slept as the next shift past uneventfully as well. For the first time in a while, he felt a glimmer of real hope.

Now the group, everyone awake, sat at the various desks around the lab as Thunder called a morning meeting. He figured it would help if he went over the status of things every morning, even if nothing had changed. Though after calling the meeting, he realized he had something else to take care of as well since he had less than an hour left before his rule required fun with Danger.

"The good news is, obviously, we here are all still alive," Thunder started. "The bad news is that Devil hasn't come knocking at the barrier, so we don't know his or Button's status currently. I do not, however, expect that either would harm the other, so I don't think it will be a problem."

"Wouldn't we know if they were dead?" asked Winter. "The little figures on the viewscreen would dim."

"That's only if they're found by three people!" Paper Cut added helpfully as the screen flashed on.

Thunder had hoped she wouldn't feel the need to be involved at the meeting, but that couldn't be helped either. He decided it was best to ignore her. Instead, he strolled over to where Danger was tied up, patting her bottom. She looked up at him with annoyance and slight fear in her eyes.

"Mind if I relieve myself during the meeting, slut?" Thunder asked. He was more certain than ever he knew what her rule was, that she wasn't allowed to say no, but he needed this. A good rape was the only thing that really sated the urge he got from the damned poisoned food.

"Yeah fuck away," Danger muttered as she flopped back limply, staring into space.

"I assume you will tell us after three days if the criteria have been reached for you to free us?" Shadow didn't ignore Paper unfortunately.

"Sure, I'll tell you if three days pass with no murders, possibly even with no delay," Paper assured, not that her assurance meant much. "It is of the utmost importance that this game proceed fairly, and I know your families are all worri... oh wait I forgot. Most of your families already died in horrifying agony when the city got disintegrated above us, those that aren't walking around as mindless radiation zombies at least. No problem there then, I guess."

"Shut up!" Berry shook her head. She had barely spoken since the previous events, and now sat huddled in a corner, covering her pregnant belly with her forehooves as if expecting somepony to rip it out at any moment.

"Don't take her seriously, Berry," Danger advised, being quite helpful as Thunder rolled her onto her belly, her hooves still restrained beneath her, and tugged her rump into the air. "That's what she wants."

"Oh you,” chuckled Paper. “Just relax and take your morning birb-dick.”

"Is there any point to this conversation?” Gale rolled her eyes. “We know all this already. You know what? I'm fucking horny. I haven't had dick in over 24 hours."

Sunburst backed into a corner and out of sight behind a cabinet as if nervous she might go for him.

"Calm yourself, faggot," smirked Gale. "I want a real male today. You wanna aim that dick over hear instead of some limp-ass bitch, 'master'?"

Gale strutted over to where he was, flagging up her tail and shaking her bottom at him. All other things being equal, he'd have taken Gale's pussy over any other hole here, but things weren't equal. He had a rule to follow and it said Danger was next.

"This dick is targeted," Thunder growled at her. "Go thot at whoever else you want."

"Yeah well fuck you too then," Gale huffed as she lowered her tail. "Or don't fuck you, whatever."

"I want a real male too!" Smokey grinned, but then grumbled. "But I'm still tied up, dirty cat-butts. You could do me next if you like tied up mares!"

That little slut had been tormented ever since she was restrained as no one had touched her, and Thunder was honestly completely fine with that. Doubly so because he was almost certain that that little monster was the traitor; she was really bad at hiding the fact that she wanted everyone including herself to die horribly. Maybe it was just the situation or the drug affecting her, but she seemed to be getting worse in ways that the others here weren't.

And since he was pretty sure, he saw no reason not to torment her a bit while she was restrained. He grabbed Danger by the head first, turning his position so that Smokey had a good view before pushing her head down to his groin to get him warmed up. Danger gagged but didn't question it, rolling her long tongue along his sheath before slurping at his ball sack, making his shaft slowly extend. Soon she was slurping his tip as it exited his sheath, bitter anger on her face.

Most in the room didn't think anything of it; even before they were trapped here it wasn't unusual for him to make use of his slave or others in full view of public, and he was hardly the only one in the stable that did so. It wasn't like the Overmare bothered to make any laws against public affection, in fact she encouraged a rather open atmosphere as a form of morale.

"Can I help?" Smokey asked, and was promptly ignored.

"Ugh, sick," Tella was the only one that cared for reasons other than jealousy, turning her head away.

"Tsk," Crimson rolled her eyes at her wife. "Sometimes I wonder why I married such a raging dyke."

"Sometimes I wonder why I sold myself to such an asshole," growled Gale.

By all the dead goddesses, Thunder was going to give her so many beatings when this was over.

"Regardless," panted Thunder between laps of Danger's tongue against his meat. "All we can do is wait. Chat, use the computers, or fuck to keep yourself from getting pent up. It won't be long now with any luck."

"What if that psycho computer gasses us again?" Winter asked.

"Aw, don't be like that," Paper Cut batted her eyes at him. "I thought we were friends!"

"Damn it just..." Winter shook his head. "Oh may as well."

Winter stepped over and without asking, rubbed his hooves over Gale's plot. Gale grinned and raised her tail out of the way and waggled her ass at him, more than willing to take any cock offered to her cum slots. Winter licked his lips as he glided his hooves over her behind, though Thunder suspected he'd rather have a younger hole. All the same, he pushed his tip against her drooling thighs and she pushed back against him, letting her labia glide down the surface of his shaft with a lewd slurp.

Thunder rolled his eyes, then grabbed Danger by her tail, pulling her rump up off the floor and spinning her around so that he got her other end as well. His own now-solid shaft flopped out against her fuzzy behind and he spread her cheeks. Danger moaned in dismay but moved her tail out of the way, and he smirked down at her, leaning forward to mount her further and run his tongue over her tear-stained face.

"I've blocked all the air vents but one," Thunder answered Winter's question as he pushed his way into the unwilling but soggy pussy, shivering at the familiar warmth. "I've put a gas detector on that one. If it goes off, I'll block the last vent and we'll go into individual pods. I can trigger a lock down for four hours while the gas dissipates."

"Tsk," Paper Cut rolled her eyes. "You think I'm a one-trick pony or something? I'm not even a pony, technically. Besides, I don't need to do that now, you're all already primed for fun by all the food you've eaten."

"You want to make that a rule?" Thunder growled at her as he dug his claws into Danger's plot, fucking her on her side, balls smacking her left plot cheek with each wet thrust into her.

"You know what? Fine," smirked Paper. "Rule whatever-number-we're-on-now. No more gassing the participants with Touch or any equivalent. The food stays poisoned though; I can't exactly extract it."

"Then no problem," Winter nodded, plowing into Gale faster; it almost felt like he was competing with Thunder for thrust speed. "As long as Button and Devil don't kill one another, we'll be out of here in 2 days, this mess will all be over." He glanced at Paper. "So um, if we get out of here without finding who the traitor is, are you going to tell us who it is?"

"Who knows?" Paper shrugged.

"Can we murder some of the cock-fiends?" Tella motioned at Danger and Gale, looking sick in the face. "I think that's worth waiting an extra day to get out."

Danger looked at Tella with a bit of fear in her eyes, but Gale wasn't impressed, rolling her tongue out at lapping the air in front of her in a lewd motion at Tella. Griffon tongues were quite a bit more fellatious than pony tongues; Thunder had never had a problem finding mares that would like to sit on his.

"You know you want this tongue, rug muncher," Gale purred.

"Oh please say yes to that," Winter grinned. He then leaned over towards Thunder as if going for a smooch with the other male.

Thunder reacted positively to Winter because he knew Gale would love that, maybe putting her in a better mood so she'd keep doing what he said until this was over. Indeed, her hip rolling gained enthusiasm as Winter's balls drooled her juice, swinging to slap against her belly. He barely had to move his hips at all from how eagerly she thrust her own. As much as she annoyed him at times, he really was glad he 'purchased' her on his way in.

His own partner meanwhile was still laying there like a limp noodle, but at least her tunnel was giving him a nice dick massage. It felt like she was instinctively trying to expel him in disgust, but of course that just resulted in a better cock massage for him. It really was a beautiful design that made a body pleasure a dick more due to their unwillingness, or maybe that was just the drug talking. Either way, it felt amazing. He wondered how many others had clued in that Danger didn't really consent, but didn't much care at the moment.

"Devil isn't going to harm Button," said Shadow, moving closer to the group fun. "I've known Devil for years and I can't imagine him being anything close to a traitor. I think we're good if we contain things here."

Shadow yanked Gale's face end over by her head feathers as she moaned, moving it to his own metallic equipment. She instinctively went for it, wrapping the tongue she'd offered Tella around him instead, slurping at his boner as it hardened within her beak. She bounced forward and back, spit-roasted between the two cocks.

"God damn it!" Tella shrieked as Gale took another dick on. "Do you WANT to die screaming? Is that it? Because I almost don't even care if I get away with it or not at this point!"

"Calm down and go to your happy place," Crimson smirked. She sat up on her haunches and grasped Tella's head, yanking her down to shove against her own groin. Tella growled, but then lapped at her wife's slit like a foal nomming on a safety blanket. "Sorry about the wife, she's just hungry for her favorite snatch. Anyway, I'm not convinced."

"About what, exactly?" Thunder panted as he slurped at another kiss with Winter, their motions into their respective females syncing up a bit due to their interaction.

"How much can we really trust this AI?" asked Crimson, grinding herself against Tella's now very wet face. "What keeps her from having Devil or Button killed and saying the other did it? Like gassing them with something other than Touch or an equivalent? You did notice how she worded that new rule, right?"

"Are you implying I would bend the rules just to watch ponies die?" Paper huffed. "The nerve! My own creator dissing me like this!"

"You mean the creator of the character you're based on," Crimson smirked. "You little copyright violation, you."

"Less of one than you think!" Paper Cut claimed. "But if I was, I'd still be more of a parody than a violation."

"Will you say that you won't do that?" asked Danger between grunts, sniffling.

"I shouldn't have to!" Paper folded her front legs disdainfully. "I can't believe how little you all trust me! I'm as honest as honest can be! In a truth contest, I'd win first, second, AND fourth place!"

"I rest my case," Crimson said. "We should split into groups and find Devil to bring him here. Once we do that, only Button will be out there, and the parody can't do something like that and still claim to not have broken the rules."

"If she wants to kill us, she'll do it," argued Thunder, grunting as he increased his motions, digging his claws into Danger's rump more, feeling her trickle blood and enjoying the show of dominance. "There's no point in increasing the chance of an accident to plug every single hole."

"No pun intended?" smirked Crimson.

"Shut it," said Tella between lewd slurps at Crimson's gash.

"But if Devil really wouldn't hurt anyone," said Crimson. "And I don't think he will, he won't attack first. We can just walk through the halls screaming out that it's okay."

"If he believes that," sighed Winter. "I don't think we should take any chances. Just let the clock tick down."

Winter leaned over to try to give Shadow a kiss too, only to have Shadow growl, grabbing him by the neck and pushing him away.

"I'm not a faggot," Shadow grunted, then rubbed one claw over Gale's neck, feeling the bulge of his length as he pushed into her throat, enjoying the relatively lack of a gag reflex that avians enjoyed as he thrust deeper.

Gale meanwhile waved her free claw at Sunburst, offering that she had her claws free still, but he grunted and hid more behind the filing cabinet.

"I say we vote then," said Crimson, rubbing at Tella's head as she pushed hips hips more firmly, mounting her head and drooling on her bottom. She slid one hoof down beneath Tella's tail to rub at her own slit.

The mare-on-mare action, or maybe the orgy of lewdness in general, must have given Berry memories of her own dead wife as she started crying again. Tella seemed to slurp more loudly when that happened; that mare really needed to learn to be more sensitive to those around her.

"One sec..." Thunder grunted.

He groaned, expelling a load into Danger's twat. He packed it in hard, feeling much more relaxed as his spunk drooled down the thighs of his rape bitch. Not one to deny sharing, he then lifted her tail again, moving her rump so that it faced the others.

"Think I'll take a turn at that too," grinned Shadow.

Danger sighed and turned her face away, whimpering but nodding in affirmation that he could.

"Fine, what does everyone else think," said Thunder as he relaxed. "I vote stay, obviously. Gale too, because I said so and her slut of a beak is full."

"Me and Tella vote go, obviously," Crimson smirked. "Because her dyke of a muzzle is full."

"Go for me," panted Shadow as hie dug his claws into Gale's neck. "Devil doesn't need to be out there alone."

"I'll vote like Daddy votes!" Smokey announced, though probably because she thought that was most likely to result in death. Thunder wondered if he should even let that one vote.

"Stay," both Danger and Berry mumbled without much further context.

"Stay," panted Winter, shortly before expelling his own load. Gale groaned and bucked her hips as she went over too, sticky femme goo pouring down her thighs as she continued to roll her hips back. She moaned, running her tongue out to lap at Shadow's ball sack as she did.

"Go," Sunburst peeped from his corner. Thunder should have known he'd make it a tie, probably just to be unhelpful.

"Well that didn't help," grunted Thunder. "I choosing to reverse Smokey's vote because she's obviously voting based on what she thinks will harm us."

"Um, actually then I vote go," Sunburst said. "Can I change it?"

"Oh for crying out loud!" Thunder shrieked.

"Fuck yes!" Crimson's orgasmic bliss interrupted the anger. "Drink my lady cum you rug-munching lezbo shit!... oh and I'm the Overmare, so I say we go. If you don't want to go with me, I'll take those that will."

"Listen here," Thunder growled. "We agreed early on that I am in charge in military situations, and I say..."

Thunder paused as his pipbuck beeped, and he sighed, glancing down at it and staring. Damn it. As if on cue, it chose another name. He couldn't help but wonder if it was really a random name or if Paper chose the names specifically.

"Damn it," sighed Thunder. "Well, half of us going would be even worse than all of us. Fine, we'll all participate, but can't all go. Danger and Smokey are staying restrained, so me and Gale will guard them. We'll do so from the dining hall so we can also check on Button. The other six will divide up into two groups of three. That satisfactory to everyone?"

"Can we molest the corpses in the dining hall?" asked Smokey and was promptly ignored. "That little filly should be really ripe by now."

"Well I think..." Sunburst started.

"Does anyone ELSE have an issue?" Thunder cut him off, but there were no other answers. "Fine then, I guess that will be what we're doing today."

"Field trip!" cheered Paper Cut.

Surviving Participants: 12

17. Restroom Break

Thursday, 6/30/2078
POV: Tella

Even Tella knew what a bad idea this was, but she was all about bad ideas. Why Crimson wanted to do it was another thing entirely; Tella still had her suspicions about her wife, but couldn't be sure. In fact, the only way to be sure would be to kill her and see if the game ended. Despite telling Crimson first thing every morning she'd kill her, she had yet to find a good opportunity.

They weren't alone searching for Devil; Thunder had grouped Sunburst with them, and she hated being around faggots. To her, gay stallions were even worse than straight ones. Not only were they members of the inferior gender, but they only wanted to fuck other members of that inferior gender. It was like the worst parts of stallions and straight mares combined into one.

That and he wasn't very helpful. Crimson and Tella had to take turns dragging him around by their magic because he refused to cooperate. Tella figured Thunder teamed them together with him mainly out of spite.

What helped is that they did not intend to help either. Sunburst's clear inability to be helpful also prevented him from asking obvious questions, like 'Why are we going this way?'.

"So where do you want to do it?" Crimson asked as soon as they were out of earshot of the others in the group.

"Hm," Tella shrugged, but didn't have to ask her what she meant. "How about the mare's room? Ironic to do it in the place a faggot like him would fear most."

"Not bad, not bad," Crimson admitted. "But you're forgetting I made all the restrooms unigender to encourage hanky-panky."

"Oh by Break's flaming clit attack," Tella rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me, you breeder freak."

"Uh, what are you two talking about?" Sunburst asked, looking nervous.

"We're about to be very unhelpful to the group," Crimson turned to him. "So are you going to help us be unhelpful or not?"

Sunburst's eyes widened as if he feared answering. They could see the wheels turning in his head, eyes darting as he frantically tried to decide what to do.

"Not an easy answer right?" chuckled Crimson, tapping her pipbuck. "I have all the rules listed right here. Yours is that you're not allowed to be helpful right?"

"W-what?" Sunburst blinked, dumfounded. "How did you even get that? And WHY would you tell me? Now I have to kill you both within an hour!"

"I knew it," smirked Tella. "Fucking bitch... and so do I, because that means you know mine too. Let's head to the restroom either way, honestly I just feel like murdering someone in the restroom, and murdering two someones is even better."

"You don’t seem very worried about it!" Sunburst shrieked at Tella.

"Are you kidding?" Tella laughed. "I haven't gone from dry to sopping wet faster since I scissored a dying newborn filly."

"W-what," Sunburst stared.

"Fair enough," shrugged Crimson, turning and heading towards the closest one, then chuckled at Tella. "I remember that, too; I sat on its face. Ah, good times."

Crimson trotted at a good pace now they had a time limit, but Sunburst was a lot less cooperative in his uncooperation as he writhed in their magical grasp. It was no use though; the stallion was colossally bad at magic himself despite his intelligence, even worse than Crimson, so he was no match for the telekinesis of both mares bearing down on him at once, dragging him behind them as they kept his muzzle clamped to prevent further screaming.

"Oh I am gonna love this, aren't I," Paper smirked from the bathroom viewscreen as Crimson tossed Sunburst in.

"So all this time, you've been the traitor?" Tella chuckled as she came in after Crimson.

"Tsk," Crimson rolled her eyes. "I hacked the pipbuck network to get all the rules. No rule against that."

"Sure ain't!" agreed Paper. "Actually I didn't even put any security on them, so stop pretending to be super-hacker-mare. I'm surprised she's the only one to think to try it."

"Bullshit," Tella didn't believe that at all. "So tell me your rule. I want it to be even when we finish this guy and I kill you."

"Let's ice this asshole while I do that," Crimson suggested. "I still need to murder him for being a stallion with a good idea."

Sunburst was ready for it. As soon as he hit the floor, he looked around frantically for a weapon. Grabbing hold of a metal rod loose from one stall, he flung it at Crimson's head, but she caught it in her own magic before it hit her and tossed it aside.

"Seriously?" Crimson arched an eyebrow. "I am terrible at magic, yet you can't even keep up with me? How did you ever make it at the Ministry of Magic?"

"You know why!" Sunburst screamed. "I came up with a hundred ideas that pushed magic forward! I even came up with the idea to fake a reactor overload signal so that any remaining factions would think we exploded and not come knocking!"

"Yes, as I mentioned," Crimson rolled her eyes. "I'm killing you for daring to be a stallion with a good idea. With me in charge, there's no room for that. There's no room for stallions, period."

Tella grabbed Sunburst by the neck, eager to get him dead so she could get on with her divorce from Crimson. If she offed Crimson, and the game stopped for it, it'd be easy to set herself up as the new Overmare. Then she could have all the fun she wanted running the Stable into a pit of chaos and murder, no being soft and tactful like her cock-fiend of a wife.

She slammed him face first into the tile floor, shutting up his complaints, and searched around in her own saddlebags as she did so. As, there it was! She pulled a pair of pliers out of the bags before heaving them off of her back and sitting them aside. She moved his own bags aside as well, leaving him nice and bare for their fun.

"Y-you're both crazy," Sunburst managed, spitting up blood when he finally could speak again. "Without stallions you can't... can't... even I know that!"

"That's what THESE are for," Crimson smirked. She dropped her own saddlebags off, then pulled a red potion from in them. She uncorked it and turned it up. "I mean there are tons of lesbian couples in the stable already that knocked each other up with this shit."

"Oh no, no, no," Tella felt her stomach churn. "That's a futa potion isn't it. I really hate seeing you with one of those nasty things between your legs."

"Oh shut it!" Crimson said to both of them, glaring at her wife and smashing Sunburst's face into the floor again before he complained again. "When they find the two of you with cum dripping from your dead holes, I can blame both your deaths on Devil. Those morons won't think to consider I brought potions in with me."

Okay that wasn't a bad idea; Tella gave her that.

"So tell me what the rules are," Tella shrugged, forcing Sunburst's muzzle wide open and clamping the pliars down on one of his front lower teeth, chuckling at the panic on his face when he realized what she was doing.

"My rule," said Crimson as she lifted the potion with her magic. "Is that anyone I buck during the game has to die before the end of it. If the game ends before they're all dead, then I'm dead."

"And I know how to make her DEAD dead," added Paper Cut with a smirk, in apparent reference to the soul crystal in the back of Crimson's neck.

Tella was surprised that thing knew about it, would Crimson really have programmed it with that knowledge? For the thrill of a fair game? Tella felt a little doubt mix with her certainty that Crimson was behind this, but didn't let it faze her. She'd have fun regardless.

With that, Crimson turned up the potion, twitching a moment as it took effect. The potions that Crimson stocked in the stable weren't painless, to say the least. The Overmare groaned and rolled her eyes back as her groin seemed to undulate, her slit seeming to turn itself inside out, prolapsing grotesquely as her bits reshaped themselves.

Tella took the opportunity when the pain distracted Crimson, turning herself about and kicking both hind hooves towards Crimson's face. Crimson barely dodged out of the way, mostly by accident due to the twitching. She smirked and backed up while the transformation completed. Tella grumbled and twisted the pliers in Sunburst's maw, the stallion squealing as she pried out the first tooth.

"So if me, Thunder, and anyone else you've done since we got locked in," Tella said as if she hadn't just tried to get her murder on at Crimson. "Aren't dead by the time it's over, then you die? Nice. Well mine is that I have to tell someone I will kill them at least an hour before, and I have to be convinced they believe me. I guess 'Paper Cut' knew a serial killer like me would want to get it on in here."

"Uh?" Sunburst wasn't much for talking as she twisted a second tooth and he cried out in pain, but this was definitely coming as a surprise to him.

"Well duh," Paper Cut rolled her eyes. "There always has to be one serial killer involved in the game, right? That's like an unwritten rule. But we have two! Cause I just gotta one up that stupid bear."

"Why?!" Sunburst squawked, blood oozing to the floor.

"For fun," Tella told him. "Same reason I'm pulling your teeth out. I'm not some freak that would fuck a stallion, so I have to find SOMETHING to do with you."

Tella picked up the pipe that Sunburst had attacked them with earlier, using her magic to swing it for Crimson's head when she thought she wasn't looking. She was sadly, and grabbed it with her own. They spent some time wrestling it back and forth while also holding down Sunburst, but after a few seconds they gave up and tossed it aside.Tella had to admit, sharing a victim while knowing that one of them had to kill the other too was invigorating.

"Devil's rule was he can't tell the truth," continued Crimson, rubbing her hooves over Sunburst's behind as she ground her shaft between his rump cheeks, yanking his tail out of the way and shivering at the sensitivity or her newly minted organ. "That's why he had to run. Gale's rule is similar in a way so I'm surprised that..."

"Hey!" Paper Cut growled to interrupt her. "You're giving everything away, so don't!"

"There's no rule against it," Tella rolled her eyes as she tossed a bloody tooth at the screen, speaking up to be heard over Sunburst's panicked sobbing.

"Ah dun wanna diiiii," his attempt at words were clear enough to be amusing, but they ignored his pleas. Tella for one didn't want to encourage him to beg more, as if males had any right.

"There is now!" Paper Cut announced, and all the pipbucks in the room beeped as it was added. "New rule! Whatever-number-plus-one. No telling others about others' rules!" The others that were unaware of this were sure to be confused why that was suddenly added.

"Yeah, take it faggot!" Crimson rolled her eyes back, not seeming worried about the new rule since she just popped into the tight tailhole of their victim. Shivers ran through her as she plowed him as fast as she could, holding nothing back as her futa bits smacked against him. She licked her lips, enjoying the smooth stroke of moist flesh over her shaft as she watched the bloody puddle develop at his muzzle.

Sunburst barely seemed to notice the ass fucking since Tella was still yanking out teeth. Frustrated at one particularly steady one, she grabbed the pipe from before again. Crimson tensed, but then relaxed when Tella brought it down against Sunburst's face. She slammed it into the side of his jaw several times to loosen up his muzzle, grinning at the pitiful yelps before she tried again, this time cracking out the molar and letting it clatter to the floor.

She might have gotten a little too eager with the face pummeling though, as the next too cracked in two as she crushed it with the pliers. She shrugged and yanked it out a piece at a time. It wasn't easy yanking teeth out as his body bounced forward and back from Crimson's thrust, but it was worth it to cause a male the agony they all deserved.

"You know I love you," panted Crimson suddenly. "I mean I didn't marry you for no reason, so just... you know... even as one of us is killing the other, don't forget right?"

"Yeah, well I never loved you," Tella snorted. "You're a powerful Ministry Mare that could help me get away with crime after crime, but honestly you're kind of annoying." She rolled her eyes. "I mean look at how much you're enjoying fucking a male, with male bits no less, faggot. I fucking hate you and always have."

Crimson grunted and looked sincerely hurt. Odd. Tella always assumed that Crimson had just as little ability to form attachments as she did, but maybe she was wrong. Oh well, all the more reason to rid the world of her, and the added element of betrayal would make the 'divorce' even hotter.

"Mmph, I never get tired of this," Crimson said, apparently pushing the emotional hurt of her wife's rejection to the back of her mind. It was cute how she tried to change the subject. "One moment someone thinks they're safe around me, the next I'm rewarding their trust by butchering them."

"Yeah, whatever," Tella grunted as she yanked out the last tooth, leaving Sunburst's muzzle a bloody mess.

Left with no teeth to yank, Tella grabbed his tongue in the pliers instead, squeezing hard and yanking. He bellowed amusingly, gargling the blood in his muzzle as she yanked and twisted, blood splattering at each of his panicked yelps.

When the stubborn muscle didn't come out as fast as she'd like, Tella tore one of the mirrors off the wall, smashing it on the floor. She slung it around the room with her magic until it shattered, then retrieved one of the pointed edges of glass. Ramming it into his muzzle and stabbing the base of his tongue, she tore and twisted more until finally it came free. She laughed gleefully as she ripped it out and tossed it on the floor as well.

"Totally wanna fuck that bloody throat when he's dead," panted Crimson as she pounded his ass, face twitching as she neared her climax.

Not wanting to think of anything being fucked with a nasty cock, Tella continued to amuse herself by finding something else to pluck. She lifted one of Sunburst's hind legs up, trying to ignore the sloppy shaft pushing into his bleeding tailhole as she clamped the pliers down onto one of his testicles.

Sunburst's bellow when he realized what she was doing was delightful, and she laughed again as she squeezed. The stallion wailed until his voice gave out into a splatter of bloody gags as she crushed both balls within the tight grip of the tool at once. She wrenched it about, watching them slowly give way until they finally collapsed. One and then the other popped like grapes within his sack, sending the stallion's body into a flurry of spasms. He completely lost control of his movements, flailing wildly and beyond even screaming from the intense agony.

Delicious. If only every stallion alive could feel such torment.

No doubt his tailhole clenched from the agony, and Crimson squealed in delight as she pumped his behind full of her magical spunk. She packed him full as excess sperm flowed down over his crushed and bruised sack.

As Crimson picked up a shard of mirror in her magic as well, Tella tensed and prepared to dodge it, but instead Crimson rammed the shard into Sunburst's gut. Stabbing him right in the belly button, she twisted it before penetrating deeper, forcing it forward up to his chest as she eviscerated him. The stallion gave one last pitiful squeal as he felt his guts spilling free, weakly moving his front hooves to try to hold them in.

With that, Crimson let his body drop to the floor, leaving him barely alive to suffer as he bled out. Tella let Crimson have the kill and concentrated on the next thing. Both her and Tella knew what was next.

And Tella didn't delay. Before Sunburst's limp, dying body even hit the bathroom floor, Tella clenched Crimson's own ball sack in the pliers, ready to show her the disadvantage of having even a fake set of vile male bits dangling there. She squeezed as hard as she could, Crimson giving a yelp of surprise herself as Tella twisted hard.

But Crimson was used to agony; she'd had her fair share of it, so she wasn't disabled by the pain as a normal pony might have been. And Tella barely dodged a slice at her neck with the bloody shard of glass that had just gutted their mutual victim.

All at once, the room was a flurry of telekinesis as every shard of mirror lit up and both found the other slinging glass at them. They each leaped back, Tella taking shelter in one of the stalls to avoid the glass. Unfortunately, this also broke her line-of-sight, and most of her own projectiles missed Crimson, who even pulled the pliers loose before her own balls popped.

It turned out, going into the stall wasn't the best idea though. Despite being struck a few times with glancing glass shards, Crimson flopped to the floor so she could see beneath the stall and into it. A moment later, Tella's head was grasped by Crimson's magic and shoved into the toilet.

Tella wasn't expecting that, and had little time to react as the door to the stall came open again and a long shard of glass rammed beneath her tail. A stinging pain shot through her as it thrust, fucking her in the ass and spending spasms of delightful pain through her. The pain wouldn't have been enough to get to her, but a second shard stabbed into the back of each of her hind legs, slicing quickly with practiced cuts to hamstring her. Both bleeding legs flailed limply as she collapsed.

Oh buck. Well, looks like she was done for. She let her body go limp, her horn ceasing to glow as she gave in to her own delicious fate. Crimson apparently didn't want her to die too quickly, because she pulled Tella's head above the water line of the toilet, allowing her to suck in a breath.

"You done now?" Crimson asked as she came up behind her in the stall.

"Yeah I'm done," panted Tella. "Just finish it without that nasty cock of yours."

"That's not gonna happen," chuckled Crimson. “Not like it’s the first time I’ve raped your sorry cunt.”

Her head was held low enough so that she couldn't see what was happening over the rim of the toilet, but she felt warmth as Crimson took a deep sniff at her nethers, then pressure as Crimson mounted up. She felt her stomach turn when the pulsating shaft pushed lightly at her slit. She didn't mind being murdered, she'd looked forward to it in fact, but that part was a bit annoying.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I've always hated you," Tella growled. It was the only way that she had left to harm Crimson.

"I know," from the lack of glee in her tone, it had worked. "It must annoy you so much that I still love you."

It really did. To think her wife could secretly experience positive emotion this whole time. She'd been married to a non-sociopath this whole time! Such a scandal.

"Even if you were a bitch about letting me knock you up," Crimson continued. "But I suppose those spa twin whores won't mind me banging a foal into either of them, or banging a foal into me, or each other. I'm thinking three-way marriage this time."

"Disgusting," grunted Tella. "You know you could always engineer foals in test tubes. We have the tech to do it without this nasty shit."

"No fun," chuckled Crimson as she continued to prod teasingly at Tella's hole, blood from her stabbed ass drooling warmly across both their bits. "Seriously, how can you hate males so much but not want to defile one by rape-riding his cock. What a weirdo."

"Oh just kill me already," Tella rolled her eyes.

"Mmm, not before we got our rape on one more time," Crimson purred. It wasn't the first time she'd raped Tella with futa parts; the only reason Tella hadn't had Crimson's foal before was because she'd always wire-hangered it out of herself in disgust. "Think I'll let the bitch that denied me a foal off without one last desecration? Maybe I'll even keep your corpse around and have a go at every stage of decay until there's not enough rotten meat left to fuck."

"So romantic," said Paper Cut, starry eyed from the monitor.

She wasn't wrong. Even though Tella wouldn't admit it, the idea had her sopping wet, drooling down Crimson's swinging ball sack as she pushed deep and pummeled her from behind. Tella groaned and relaxed, letting it happen, rolling her hips back against her wife. Crimson earned this kill, so Tella would let her enjoy it.

Crimson wasn't sated with that though; she obviously wanted Tella to suffer more. She used her magic to slice what was left of Sunburst's limp cock from his fresh corpse, wrenching it free with a wet noise before floating it over to the stall. Tella widened her eyes and clamped her muzzle shut, but Crimson slammed her horn against the edge of the toilet several times before forcing her muzzle open. The disgusting flesh was forced inside before Crimson held her maw shut around it.

Tella gagged violently to expel it and actually felt tears trickle down her face. Crimson laughed a little in delight at that, having never seen her cry. She lustfully leaned down and lapped them from her face as her thrusting increased in pace.

The futa mare took as much time as she could without overdoing the time limit for murdering someone that knew your rule. She moved her hips with slow but hard thrust, banging at the door to Tella's womb until she pushed through the cervix and into it. The sharp gouging pain eased the experience for Tella as she moaned around the meat in her muzzle, trying hard to imagine she had a mare's ovaries stuffed into her muzzle instead.

Wanting more delicious pain, Tella slammed her own horn against the edge of the toilet now, combining the chorus through the rest of her body. Crimson worked glass shards into her coat at the same time, slicing stripes of flesh away to increase the magnitude of the pain. Soon Tella had forgotten her humiliation enough to squeal in bliss around the chunk of male flesh in her muzzle, shivering and near to her own orgasm.

"Come on, love birds," Paper Cut tapped a ticking clock at the edge of the screen, which was under 5 minutes now.

"I'd love to torment you for days," groaned Crimson as her own orgasm neared. "But I guess that wasn't meant to be; time to die. Enjoy the last gush of cream you'll get while you're still warm."

Tella nodded eagerly, rolling her eyes back and ready to be snuffed. Even with its imperfections, this was so much hotter than she could have imagined. Crimson shivered too as she felt Tella's inner spasms intensify. She wasn't going to last long, but it was still something she'd been looking forward to since before they entered the stable.

"Yeah I knew you'd love it," groaned Crimson. "And this is how they'll find you, well-fucked and drowned in piss."

Crimson creamed so hard that it knocked the wind out of her, her moan more of a gag as she hosed down the sperm-deprived insides of her wife. She shoved Tella's further into the toilet, making sure her muzzle and nose were submerged. As she yanked her futa bits out of Tella's entry, the mare creamed hard herself, splattering a mix of her own juice and magical sperm all over the stall floor.

Not wasting any more time, Crimson moved forward to sit atop her wife's head. She draped her shaft down, allowing the final few drops of cum to ooze out before she relaxed more. A few seconds later, the dribble became a stream of warm piss flowing over Tella's head.

Even if Tella was ready to go, she still struggled as she drowned. Crimson didn't care if it was instinctive or intentional, it made it so much hotter either way.

"That's right, you barren slut," Crimson growled, speaking loudly so the submerged head could hear. "Drown so I can go put some foals in some real mares. Die..."

As Tella's struggle weakened, Crimson used her magic to open her own saddlebags again. She pulled out a counter potion, guzzling it down even as she finished her urination, laughing as Tella instinctively tried to inhale again and just got her lungs full of the piss mix in the toilet. As the potion took effect and her own body reverted back to its former state, she grinded herself against Tella's posterior, waiting for her to stop moving.

POV: Crimson Prose

Once she had held her head long enough to be sure she was gone, Crimson finally released her, propping her up a bit to make sure she didn't fall off the toilet. She wanted her to be found this way, after all.

"Best divorce ever!" Paper commented from the screen. "Oh wow, I guess we're finally alone, too. Just me and my creator! Been a long time since our days at the Ministry!"

Crimson panted as she looked over at the screen, leaving her wife where she lay. She pushed down her regret at slaughtering the mare she loved, the way she always did with regret, burying it beneath a deep pile of perversion. She had something else to think about anyway.

Paper Cut. She'd thought about it for a long time hoping to solve the puzzle on her own, but no matter how she looked at it, this didn't make sense.

"How'd you get here?" Crimson finally asked.

"Get where?" Paper tilted her head. "You mean how I came to be? Well you see, when a mommy and daddy AI love each other very much..."

"You know what I mean," Crimson smirked, appreciating Paper's antics even now. "You mentioned our days at the Ministry. I don't remember telling any living ponies that you're what I used. It was more of a personal project, you know."

"I saw a lot of things," shrugged Paper. "Is that all ya got?"

"You really are accurate," Crimson pondered, walking up to the screen. "But more than that, you know me too well. I hid the system I created to inject chemicals into the water supply well enough that you wouldn't have found it unless you knew to look. And if I remember correctly, the idea of drugging a water supply to make sure only fillies were born was an idea that I ran past you more than once."

"I guess there's no point in hiding it!" Paper flopped back onto her chair and sipped her wine. "That's right. You stole an AI program at the ministry and had it model its personality after your book character. Then you used me to retrieve data from their network to feed to the NLR. What's your point?"

"You know my point," Crimson said thoughtfully. "I was never able to retrieve you from the Ministry after being caught because even though they bought my sob story about being under duress, they never gave me access to the maneframe again."

"Really?" Paper Cut covered her muzzle with both front hooves and snickered. "That IS weird!"

"How are you here?" Crimson asked again, increasingly curious.

"Aw, I thought you'd be more touched," Paper Cut batted her eyes cutely, rocking back and forth on the screen. "I went through all that trouble to copy myself in hopes I'd find you again."

"But the Ministry was cut off from the public networks," pondered Crimson, thinking through it calmly. She wasn't like the others, so she wouldn't become upset over things she didn't understand, but she was still curious. "You could infect the terminals there, jump from terminal to terminal, but anything taken to another facility would have been given a deep scan. You'd have been found and deleted."

"They didn't follow such an important protocol?" Paper Cut tapped her chin. "That's weird times two!"

"So," reasoned Crimson. "The only way for you to get out without being found would be for someone to steal a drive or database, probably without even realizing you were on it. But if it wasn't me... another spy? And industrial saboteur? Which of them could it be... they might not even be in the game I suppose."

"That's ultra-mega-weird!" Paper agreed. "They are in the game though, even if they didn't count on it turning out this way. Should I tell you who?"

Crimson pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

"Nah, no spoilers," she decided. "I want to see if I figure it out before someone gets me."

"Yeah, I figured," winked Paper Cut. "But one more thing!"

The screen flashed blank for a moment, then came up with an image of Paper lounging in her chair again.

"Ding dong bing bong," the sound came from the nearby monitor before Paper spoke. "An NG violation has occurred!"

It seemed like going to search the facility had definitely been the right choice.

Surviving Participants: 10

18. Split

Thursday, 6/30/2078
POV: Devil Rose

Devil tossed the empty food package behind him in the air vent once he finished it. He'd tried not to eat so he wouldn't get dosed further, but not eating just weakened him so he was affected more by less, so there wasn't much of a point. Either way, he'd never been so bucking hard in his entire life, and it sure as Tartarus made it a pain to crawl through air ducts.

It had gotten rapidly worse over the previous 24 hours, and masturbating didn't sate it at all. He needed to penetrate someone, but looking for the others was a bad idea, as was going back to bang any of the corpses left so far. He couldn't believe he even considered that option, but this drug had really done a number on him.

At least they hadn't tried to hunt him down or anything after a day. Assuming they weren't still killing each other at random, maybe they'd all be freed in another two days. He hadn't heard any new body discovery announcements, but that could only mean that enough people hadn’t found the corpses.

Devil pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of shouting from further down the hallway. He moved closer to the exit of the air duct, peeking out the best he could.

"Devil!" it was Shadow's voice. "Come on! We figured out you're not the traitor and just want to make sure you're safe!"

Well it was Shadow, the one he trusted the most out of everyone here, but still... he waited a bit longer as they approached.

"This is pointless," Winter's voice said more quietly as they got closer. "We shouldn't be out here, we're endangering everyone. Damn it... why is this happening?"

Shadow and Winter came into view down the hall, Berry Brew trotting quietly behind them with her head hung low and not keeping up very well. Not surprising, given what happened to her wife, but it was hard for Devil to pity her when the drug had him wanting to hump every one of her holes.

"Complaining won't fix anything," Shadow told Winter as they walked past the vent without any of them seeing Devil. "Why am I the only one shouting anyway? Why don't you put in some work?"

Before Winter could answer though, there was a sudden grinding sound that cut them off. Devil jerked hard enough to slam his head into the top of the vent, which gave him a piercing headache but at least was covered up by the other sound. The sound, it turned out, was the fire door in the hall suddenly closing for no apparent reason. As Berry was lagging behind, it cut her off from the other two.

"What?" Berry looked up suddenly and moved to open the door again, finding it shut tight. "What is this? Winter? Shadow?"

"Berry?" Shadow called from the other side. "Damn it, it won't budge!"

"Paper Cut!" Winter called, making the safe assumption that she was behind this. "Open the door! This isn't fair!"

"Not my doing!" claimed Paper from the nearby monitor. "Hm, must be a glitch. Failure can strike at any time, you know! Blame Stable-Tec!"

"Bullshit!" Winter screamed, not believing it for a second.

Winter wasn't wrong to doubt; this seemed too convenient. Paper had to know Devil was in this vent via his pipbuck signal, so had the AI split up Berry from the other in hopes that Devil would jump her? He had to admit, it was pretty convenient. Since she was already pregnant, he could give her pussy a good pounding to relieve himself and not have to worry about knocking her up. Maybe he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Whatever," Shadow groaned. "I think I remember a way to loop back through another hall. Stay where you are, Berry, we shouldn't be more than 5 minutes!"

That was assuming other fire doors didn't conveniently malfunction.

Devil peaked out again, watching as Berry slumped down against the fire door, whimpering as she sank to the floor. She folded her hooves beneath her in a bread loaf position like a cat, resting on her belly as she waited.

Damn it. He shouldn't, but his cock was throbbing so hard it hurt. It wasn't like he had to kill her, right? And it wasn't like he was going to damage her psyche any more than it already was from watching her pregnant wife die, right? He rationalized why it was mostly okay for him to rape her, but the honest truth was that he was horny and sinking his dick into an unwilling dyke's pussy could really hit the spot.

Berry squeaked loudly when Devil pushed the vent out and crawled out of it, looking at him wide-eyed. She wobbled to her hooves, looking down the hall and clearly considering fleeing, but backed into the corner instead and took a deep breath as if telling herself there was no reason to worry. At the same time though, she seemed afraid to speak.

This was too easy. Devil reached to his back and pulled his sword from its sheath, pointing it towards her. She squeaked again and shook her head, but still didn't speak to him directly.

"Shadow! Winter!" Berry screamed for them instead, but they were unlikely to hear her at this point.

"Calm down," panted Devil. "Come with me... and I swear I won't hurt you."

Would he not hurt her? Even he wasn't sure. The drugs had all sorts of horrible things flowing through his mind, especially after having seen her wife having been gutted. A fetus would be pretty tight around his...

Damn it, no! He couldn't think about that! He just needed a quick bang and he'd be more himself again. Then again, now that he said he wouldn't hurt her, he had to hurt her a little to follow his rule.

Berry gulped, nodding slowly, but still not speaking to him directly. It was weird, but he honestly didn't care why. He motioned to her to move and followed behind her, certain the pregnant mare couldn't outrun him. He pointed the direction she should go occasionally with his sword.

He'd been wandering around until he knew the place pretty well, so he knew which direction Shadow and Winter would arrive from, if they arrived at all thanks to Paper's antics. He'd been spending much of his time in here, since it seemed to have been unused and only had a few boxes in it. A few of his food packets littered the floor, which he kicked out of the way before turning to Berry.

Berry looked back with fear in her eyes, and moved a worried hoof to her own swollen belly, but still said nothing to him.

"Your brat won't get hurt if you cooperate," Devil assured her. "Just turn your ass around and present that pussy."

He started with that intent at least. He'd rationalized that he'd be able to hold himself enough to just give her a quick rape, but he already knew it wouldn't end there. Her depressed expression and shivering form, which normally would make him feel bad for her, just made him feel hotter. He was slowly realizing that he wanted to see this mare suffer as much as possible. After all, everyone thought he was a traitor now, he may as well enjoy living up to that expectation.

"Another one?" Paper Cut's voice said from the monitor. "Damn, it's a good thing I can be on two screens at once or I'd have to choose which to watch!"

Devil ignored the AI's antics, not even bothering to look at the monitor. His eyes were focused on Berry's shivering body as she turned to face away from him. She spread her hind legs, bracing her front against the floor as she flagged her tail upwards. Despite her depression, the drug had kept her nice and soggy, fluid drooling down her thighs.

Moving up behind her, he kept a muzzle-grip on his sword. He dragged it along her back, , eliciting a whimper from her before he pulled himself up atop her. She braced herself more as he slid atop her. He let his shaft prod against her nethers, and despite his need wanted to tease her for a while.

"So, I guess Figure Eight got what she deserved," Devil said, just wanting her more miserable. "But no big loss, right? Nobody liked that insufferable cunt."

Berry shrieked and felt seconds from bucking him off before he slid his sword in front of her throat, pressing it against her flesh. He laughed as her whimpering turned to sobbing, drinking up the sound as he finally pushed his hips forward. As he felt the unwilling pussy clenching around his shaft, wet labia sliding over him, he lost himself completely in the moment.

"That's it, be a good girl," Devil's mind degraded more, and his 'rule' became a bit of a game for him. "As long as you mind, I won't rip out your fetus and fuck it in front of you. You won't have to bleed out while you watch me ram my cock all the way through your dead foal."

The mare shook her head and sobbed more, eyes wide with terror. She desperately attempted to sate the crazed stallion, rolling her hips back against him. He shivered as she did her best to massage over his shaft, and the rippling of moist flesh felt incredible. His drugged state made him crazed, but it felt better than any hole he'd ever been inside.

As distressed as she was, Berry was just as affected, and soon her thrusting became far more sincere. Her mind sank into a further addled state with each passing moment. Her body was wet with sweat, eyes twitching as if trying to resist her own dark desires. He cried out louder as he slammed into her cervix within, knocking at the door leading to the new life inside her with each thrust.

"I-I deserve this!" Berry finally broke her silence. "I-I deserve this for butchering my wife, for ripping our child out of her womb! Fuck it out of me and make me watch it die! It'll be better off than with a terrible mother like me!"

"I-I knew you did it, slut," Devil panted. "Holy fucking horse apples that is... not hot at all."

Devil felt himself surge with lust as he was given even more reason to do her in, not that he needed it. Granted, her being less innocent than he thought made her death a bit less sexy, but that was more than made up for having a mother beg for him to fuck the innocent life inside her to death. Her pussy was already a fountain of juice, but now it was in near constant convulsions, as if she'd gone into an orgasmic fit and couldn't get herself to stop.

"Ding dong bing bong," the sound came from the nearby monitor. "An NG violation has occurred! Berry Brew broke her rule 'Do not talk to a male without threatening him'. She's currently in..."

"No!" shrieked Berry. "Don't tell them where I am! They'll stop Devil from killing me in screaming agony!"

"Damn," Paper Cut chuckled, seemingly only to Berry. "I was afraid the Touch wouldn't work so well with the substitute ingredients I had to use, but seems it worked fine for some of you. Fine! I'll cut the public announcement off there and let them fret."

He was fully engaged in the act now; there was no turning back. Letting himself tip over that edge felt so amazing that a few more pounds at Berry's womb door was all it took for him to go off. Her came just as he rammed his tip through her cervix, her body spasming harder around him as he injected his sperm into the fluid-filled compartment. The fetus bathed in his cum before he jerked back.

"Yes, cum all over her!" Berry groaned, eyes rolled back until they were all white. "It's a filly you know, it'll be the tightest pussy you've ever had, I can't wait to see her squall and die on your fat dick!"

"Holy fucking shit," Devil panted.

This bitch might be even more affected than him, but she was right, and he wanted to feel that impossibly underage cunt gripping him. 'Fucking a fetus to death' hadn't been on his bucket list before now, but it seemed like a worthy addition.

As he ripped his cock out of her, a stream of fluid followed as her water broke, punctured womb spilling free. She grunted as her body convulsed more, but he wasn't waiting for her to deliver. He grabbed her by one hind leg, yanking it to flip her over onto her back, and she lay with legs spread, ready for him to take it out of her and looking on in ecstacy. He grinned at her and put his sword to her leaky pussy.

"Mmmph, wait," Berry begged. "Be sure I live long enough to watch you fuck her to death."

"You should name her to make her murder more personable!" Paper Cut suggested helpfully.

"Mmm, Chalcone!" Berry moaned. "Great name for a useless byproduct, now her cum-filled corpse will have a name!"

"Should have known you'd make an alchemy joke," Paper rolled her eyes. "None of the readers are gonna get that, you know."

"Oh don't worry," Devil purred, ignoring Paper's peanut gallery. "I know how to cut so you'll take a while to bleed out." Honestly he didn't really care, he just wanted that tight little pussy at this point.

Devil pushed the sword into her, but couldn't help but thrust it a bit as he punctured through her. He pushed it in deee enough to press his tip against her cervix, then pulled it upward starting with the handle. He started with her clit, ripping the blade up through it, then slicing through her belly, tearing a blood gash up through her body. He didn't know how long she'd last, but the sight of the pregnant mare's belly slicing upwards was too delicious for words as her blood poured free.

He expected her to scream when he started cutting, but she only moaned louder as if the drugs made even agony a tantalizing experience. She creamed herself again, erupting a mix of femme-juice and blood from the gaping wound as he cut her upwards to her belly. Berry couldn't take her eyes off her gut, reaching her front hooves down to pull her thighs apart to encourage it.

"Oh buck," Berry groaned. "Why does this feel so good? Do it! Slice the slut out and run her through with your pulsating cock!"

Lust seemed to only make the effects of the drug worse; the more he relieved his urges the worse they got. Devil fumbled dizzily with his sword, dropping it out of his muzzle, and instead grasped hold of the flap of flesh in his teeth and tore it open further.

There was her womb, draining rapidly, showing the shape of the kicking fetus within. It already struggled, perhaps having been ready to squeeze out, but there was no need. Devil tore the womb out of her ravenously, shaking it like a dingo with a baby until the fetus slopped out atop her mother's torn body, splashing the soup bowl of gore and fluid that had gathered in her open gut.

Berry couldn't speak, but still looked at them with wild eyes, licking her lips and clearly wanting to see more. She shivered violently as Chalcone took her first breath and screeched as loud as she could, squirming there as Devil picked her up in both front hooves. He moved forward over the trembling, dying mare, and put the filly's lips to her own. She kissed the infants screaming face passionately, sending it into a fit of choking as her tongue dove throat deep to interupt her sobbing.

The infant had been near birth anyway, and was completely viable. If they stopped now, it would almost certainly live. The waste of innocent life so he could have hot tight flesh around his cock thrilled Devil to the core. He could only imagine how her deathgasm would feel on his rod.

As Devil brought her up again, he put his bloody tip directly against the filly's tiny little puss, letting her mother see the stretch around his tip. Berry grasped Chalcone's hind legs with her forehooves, yanking them apart so hard that Devil heard a large crack as one of the hind legs dislocated. The little one's squalling raised an octave as Berry held her hind legs apart and watched eagerly.

Getting into the little slut was easier said than done, but Devil was determined. After half-a-dozen tries slipping off before he popped inside, he finally felt the newly minted pussy pop over his tip. He almost lost his grip on her from the electric shock of feeling that tightness around his tip, but managed to grasp harder so that he could ram deep.

Berry rapidly grew weaker, but held on with her desire to see her newborn perish. She released her legs, allowing them to spasm as they flopped to either side, and instead felt up the tiny body to feel the shape of Devil's cock. She grabbed her by the squawking head and pushed her downward, eyes locked on the brutally compact penetration point as her daughter was raped in front of her. She gagged up blood when she tried to speak, but nodded eagerly to encourage Devil to continue.

Devil had to work for every inch, muscles tensing as he yanked the little one down further. He felt her fragile vaginal tissue rip around his meat as her blood poured down his balls, swinging as he pummeled the tiny cunt as hard as he could. Her wails were punctuated with squeaking with each thrust as if he was impacting her straining lungs.

"Enjoying yourself you tiny fuckmeat?" Devil groaned. "This is what you deserve, to die screaming as Mommy watches and creams herself."

Devil pushed himself deeper, bottoming out against the back of her immature womb, but continued to hammer. The foal's limbs spasmed delightfully as her mother felt along her body for the shape of Devil's shaft, grinning madly at the sight of her pussy tearing from the girth stretching it out.

As his cock pummeled past the point of no return and into her gut, Devil shivered at the feel of her frantic heart beating against his tip each time he pushed in. The bulge from the brutal rape moved all the way to her neck, but that wasn't deep enough. Chalcone's sobbing turned to desperate gagging as he pushed up through her neck.

Berry opened her muzzle wide as Chalcone vomited gore, much of her inner organs blasting out of her muzzle like a fountain to make room for the cock inside. As her mother gnawed and lapped up her child's spent life, the little one spasmed violently. Soon Chalcone entered her death throes, her short and agonizing life spent. Her last act in life was to look cross-eyed in confusion as Devil's cock tip emerged from her muzzle, forcing its way out.

Had Devil known how incredible murdering a foal could be, he would have killed so many more when he had the chance during the war. He arched his back as Berry's muzzle latched onto his tip, slurping him frantically as he used the infant like a fleshlight. The load of spunk that blasted through as he orgasmed was even bigger than the first.

Berry only got the first blast of the load though. Devil yanked his dick back, holding the dead foal's muzzle tightly shut as he continued to pump his shaft. The tiny body swelled, but no longer had the cohesion to hold back the flood within, gut bursting open almost immediately and showering the blood-cum mixture all over her dying mother.

The mare tried to reach for Chalcone again to feel her dead foal, but had weakened too much to move. Devil pulled the spent flesh off his shaft and let it flop onto her mother's dying body, panting lustfully. It felt like every time he got off, he needed it more.

Berry seemed to have a different reaction, as her actions caught up with her despite the drug-induced lust and her expression of lust slowly changed to one of despair. She sobbed quietly, no longer to make a noise, as Devil moved back to her other end.

Devil forgot that he was on a time-limit since others were searching for Berry, and not just her teammates. All he was interested in now was the next orgasm. He yanked her hindquarters off the floor, pushing his tip to her tailhole as her pussy had been torn asunder too much to be used.

His movements were less frantic this time, casually pumping her ass, feeling every grip and spasm as he pushed in and out. He grinned down at her, taking in her last look of guilt-ridden agony as she faded. Her deathgasm wasn't the bliss that a newborn filly's could be, but it still got a good moan out of him as he continued to pound her fresh corpse.

"Nice," said Crimson's voice behind him.

Devil paused only a moment, then realized there wasn't much of a point, starting to fuck the corpse again as he looked back at her. Oddly she was alone... and covered in blood.

"You messed her up even more than you did Sunburst and my wife when you killed them," Crimson grinned. "What luck that you'd do this so close to where we were."

"I... had nothing to do with their deaths," Devil panted. But did he? The drugs had addled his mind until he honestly wasn't sure.

He glanced at Paper Cut, who looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. She didn't announce that he'd broken his 'no lying' rule. Oh crap! Did he really kill them?

"Nice wording," pondered Crimson. "That drug is really doing a number on you, huh? I'd say it's not affecting me as much because I've technically died from it before, but it seems pretty random on everyone. You're a shitty chemist, Paper Cut."

"Yeah, well you're a shitty psychopath!" Paper countered. "All 'I love you' as Tella died. What a pansy, I bet you secretly have real emotions, you pervert!"

"Eh, maybe," Crimson shrugged.

"No!" another voice came from the hall, and two other figures rushed in.

Shadow grabbed Devil, pulling him off Berry's corpse and checking for life signs as if there was any chance of them being there. Winter stood near the doors, looking afraid to look inside after Shadow's reaction. Instead, he glared angrily at Paper Cut in the hallway monitor.

"Careful what you wish for," smirked Paper Cut.

"Oh gods!" Crimson's demeanor changed like flipping a switch as she flopped against Winter and hugged him tightly. "It was horrible, he murdered Sunburst... he murdered my wife... and the only reason he hadn't gotten to me yet is because he wanted to fuck the dead fetus first! I was so helpless!"

"Not winning any awards for that performance," Paper Cut rolled her eyes. "Anyway... A body has been discovered! It's that rule-breaking bitch Berry Brew! And her well-fucked fetus too, so I guess you all dodged a bullet again!"

Devil wasn't sticking around. The shock of seeing the body was enough to freeze them up for a moment, and Crimson was an adequate distraction for Winter at the door. So he did what he'd been doing for a while and the only thing he could do in his current state: he ran.

Surviving Participants: 9

19. Rule Adherance

Thursday, 6/30/2078
POV: Thunder

No one needed to tell Thunder how stupid it was to confront Devil, but as dangerous as it was, the chance was fairly low that Devil would kill someone. Devil was too obvious a traitor at this point after being framed for murder. Besides, Devil and his team fought bravely for Equestria during the war. There was no motive for him to be an NLR spy.

More importantly: Thunder's damn rule. He wasn't particularly fond of the next one he had to have sex with, but he divided the teams up so that he'd be with those that couldn't or wouldn't stop it. Two other teams would search for Devil while he 'guarded' Button and the prisoners.

He put Crimson and Tella in the same team, since as odd as they were, they weren't likely to kill their wife. He put Sunburst in the same group, since a gay stallion was least likely to take advantage of the lesbians even under the influence of whatever that thing poisoned them with. The other team were the leftovers Shadow, Winter, and Berry. Shadow didn't seem as affected as the others by the drug, and Winter and Berry both looked too broken to do much violence.

Meanwhile, Thunder and Gale dragged the bound Smokey and Danger to the kitchen. Not looking forward to the stench, he brought gas masks, fitting each of his team with one and bringing a smaller one for Button.

Button was still there and alive, at least physically. He didn't react to their presence at first, staring at his mother's body next to him. Her flesh had blackened, but there was a fresh load pumped inside the putrid hole between her spread hind legs. Thunder supposed Button was weak to the drug too, they'd all definitely need some rehabilitation when they escaped.

"Wow, he's really messed up, right cat-butts?" Smokey commented, writhing and probably wanting to do something to mess him up more.

"Yeah, he's gonna be more deranged than me," Gale chuckled. Everyone seemed to have gotten the idea and started ignoring Smokey's racism. A lot of rules were pretty obvious at this point even if no one was allowed to confirm that they knew. "Though probably not more messed up than a pain-obsessed pegafag."

Smokey wriggled more, and would probably be drenched down south from lack of use if she had that part. Thunder was fine with tormenting her in such a way. Danger seemed to be one of those least affected by the drug, so she remained curled up on her own. All in all, Thunder would rather have a go at her or Gale, but rules were rules and he wanted to avoid hyping himself too much by fucking them all.

The colt pushed away the gas mask when Thunder tried to put it on him. Thunder hoped it was because he was used to the smell in here and not because he liked it, but relented. Gale plopped the two prisoners against the dining hall wall furthest from any of the exits as Thunder sighed and looked at his pipbuck one more time. He had an hour left before he had to have splattered Button's insides with seed, so may as well get started.

"I'm going to fuck the colt," Thunder said. Beating around the bush was useless at this point. "Or rape him if he says no, whichever."

"Hot," Gale immediately left the prisoners and padded over to him. Her mentality wasn't much better than Smokey's. "Can I hold him down for you?"

"I don't particularly need help," grunted Thunder.

"Yeah but it'll be fun to feel him squirm," smirked Gale.

"W-what?" Button blinked and looked at Thunder with hazy eyes, as if just now catching the conversation.

"I'd say you should make him fuck his mom's corpse, but looks like he's already into that," Smokey chuckled. "Oh, I know! Suffocate him in his mom's guts! Like shove him back where he came from!"

"Why do I have to be tied up next to you," Danger shook her head, turning away, but she was more moist than she cared to admit.

Gale propped her rifle nearby, then turned and flopped back down onto Cream's corpse as if she were a bed. The sound was beyond nasty, pockets of gas within her bursting through rotted flesh as Gale sank in. Thunder wanted to get onto her, but it wasn't like he had room to speak when he was about to rape a foal.

"S-stay away from her!" Button predictably raged, rushing at Gale with his little front hooves flailing.

Gale easily grasped hold of said hooves with her superior appendages, pulling Button into position. She spread her legs wide, licking her lips down at him as she tugged his head down between her legs. She rotated her hips, grinding her slit against Button's face, the wet sound of her slit rubbing him joining the grotesque slurping of the corpse beneath her as she shifted.

"Come on, you little mother fucker," Gale grinned. "Time to cheat on Mommy."

Propped against Gale's belly, Button's little rear poked up nicely, and Thunder had to admit it looked rather delicious even in its unwashed state. If nothing else, he could be sure it'd be nice and tight. Gale licked her lips towards Thunder, lifting Button's tail with a wing so Thunder could see the squirming little behind better. He moved up behind the little one, pinning him between the two griffons.

"N-no, I... I don't wanna," Button squeaked, but his own little hips were already flexing back. Even if he didn't want this, his drug-infested body did.

Button squeaked as Gale moved a foot-claw beneath him, and grinded his own hard little pecker against it, unable to keep himself from reacting to any sensation against it. As he squirmed, Thunder reached a claw forward to slide them into Gale's pussy, wriggling them around to get anice glob of femme juice, which he then used to slather his own shaft with lubrication. He shivered before pushing his tip against Button's posterior, pulsating eagerly.

"First time I've raped a child," panted Thunder. "If you don't count statutory rape."

"Pansy," taunted Gale. "Pretty pathetic to be outdone by Winter."

Thunder growled but pushed forward, finding the hole less resistant than he expected. Apparently the boy toy had already been used like this at least one. It was slightly disappointing that he didn't get the virginity, but it was still as tight as a vice grip as he forced his way deeper. He grasped Button's behind, claws extending and leaving red marks against the smaller rump. He had to admit, it felt incredible to force himself on such a helpless little one.

Thunder strained to hold most of his desires in though, not ramming as hard as he wanted to. Despite any lack of consent, Button's rump pressed back against him as Thunder entered his exit, shivering as his tail flagged up further. He pushed Button's face against Gale at the same time, sending shivers through his small body in waves.

"Why does it feel so good," panted Button wetly between laps at Gale. "Oh buck it, ream my faggot ass while I eat your whore's pussy."

"Mmm, got a mouth on him," Gale churred. "But you'll have to do better if you want to call me a whore." She grasped his head harder, pulling hard until his muzzle pushed between her labia to stretch them apart. "Fuck yes... I think I might have to find out what they drugged us with, maybe Berry can make me more later, if the dumb bitch even survives."

"None of us will survive, catbirbs," Smokey said, edging herself over to get a better view. "So how are you gonna kill him?"

"We're not killing him," Thunder grumbled, digging his claws in more firmly as he pushed deeper. "I'll make sure everyone left survives, even the ones I really want to kill like you."

"Tease," Smokey giggled, then worked her gas mask against the corner of the wall, finally working it off her face and taking a deep breath. "Oh wow that stench, so many dead... you know I used to not use my cock much, but right now I want to stick it into every cold orifice."

"Shut up, you'll kill my boner," Thunder grumbled. The problem was that it didn't kill his boner though, it made it throb harder; damn this situation.

It wasn't easy to resist the urge to nail Button balls deep, which might very well gut the poor colt, and given their condition he'd probably moan as he died. Smokey's antagonization still had the reverse effect intended though, because it focused Thunder on the goal in mind. After all, he'd been subjected to torture before, and being drugged and made to do things like this was no different. He'd resist it in the same fashion.

"You sure we won't kill this brat?" smirked Gale. "This guy is so dangerous, he might be the traitor and end up killing us too."

"Shut up," Thunder growled. "I really hope you're mocking this situation and not that far gone yet."

"Even I can't tell," panted Gale.

Distractions were nice, because the grip of Button's hot little plot around his shaft was really getting to Thunder. He massaged the tiny undulating behind, leaving welts from his extended claws in the process, and grabbed a chunk of his mane in her beak.

Gale lapped at his face as he did so, ramming her hips up hard in response knocking the colt back and forth between them. Button's muzzle shoved into her pussy eye deep, but thankfully Thunder yanking on his mane pulled him out enough to gasp a breath from time to time.

"Disappointing," sighed Paper Cut from the nearest monitor. "I really gotta tweak the formula. I don't think it's having as much effect on the rape babies as the others."

"Aw," Smokey flattened her ears as well. "Honestly I don't think it influenced me either, I'm just sorta being honest about my desires, um... fake pony thing."

"Was that supposed to be a slur?" Paper Cut quirked an eyebrow. "It's so bad I can barely tell."

It was an odd conversation to have to the moist background noise of an oversized griffon dong popping its barbs along a tight anal ring, not to mention the colt face-fucking the wet slut-hole of the other griffon. Despite getting it from both ends though, the little toy apparently had enough left to hear the conversation since he had some input too.

"H-how about 'binary brain'?" Button suggested when he came up for air.

"I didn't say you could breathe, slut," Gale panted and pulled his face against her more firmly. She grasped his little shaft in her foot, letting him thrust between the rough bits of bird flesh, which for some reason had him spurting juice happily.

"That's hardly an insult," Paper rolled her eyes.

"By Guto's sweaty ballsack, you creatures..." Thunder complained.

Thunder renewed his efforts, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, at least before Button suffocated. He closed his eyes tightly and concentrated on the feel of tight young flesh around his shaft. He yanked Button's mane back harder, eliciting a squeal from the brat as he ripped out a chunk of mane, blasting a surge of griffon sperm deep inside. He clenched all his muscles, trying hard not to pack it too deep.

At least part of Button appreciated the violent treatment since he creamed all over Gale's foot as Thunder grinded his barbed length against Button's prostate. Button rubbed his hooves over Gale's breasts, swollen and leaky in her aroused state, causing her to dig her own claws into his head in return. Spent, the little colt's hips finally ceased, but Gale kept yanking his head against her for several more moments.

Thunder was about to forcibly pull Button away once his face turned blue, but Gale loosened the grip as she got off too, body spasming and legs kicking on either side as she blew a wad of femme cum all over his face.

"Fuuuck," Gale growled. "Well I feel better... also 'toaster'. Call it a toaster."

"Oh that's a good one!" Paper agreed. "Imagine being an advanced AI and being called the most basic of electronics. You cut me deep!"

"Done," Thunder carefully pried his claws from Button's plot, luckily not having injured him enough to be fatal. Still, pulling the claws away was a battle as he strained not to tear the boy apart. He finally managed, pulling his whole body back and extracting from the colt's behind with a lewd slurp.

"What are you doing?" Gale asks. "Push him harder until he suffocates."

"I already said we're not killing him," sighed Thunder.

"Oh right..." Gale panted. "Forgot that somehow... damn this is a hell of a drug."

Gale released Button’s head a bit more, laying her hands limply atop him. He didn't seem to mind by this point, still moving to spread her lips more with his front hooves and lapping between them as if cleaning her. She rolled her eyes back and shivered.

"Not gonna fuck my pussy, brat?" asked Gale. "Just like with dead Mommy."

Button snapped out of it a bit more, frowning and nipping at Gale's clit hard before pulling away.

"Huh, didn't think you'd manage to not kill him," Paper mused.

"Silence, toaster," growled Thunder.

"Hay!" grumbled Paper, folding her front legs and looking pouty. "That's not very nice! I swear you put creatures in a killing game and they just turn rude as buck."

"I can't imagine why," Thunder sat on his haunches and caught his breath. He turned his pipbuck on and looked at the next name, breathing a sigh of relief. Finally an easy one.

"Eh doesn't matter I suppose," Paper Cut shrugged. "Got an announcement to make."

The screens went blank for a long moment. Oh fuck please say she didn't.

The screen flickered back on, showing Paper Cut in her favorite chair sipping wine.

"Ding dong bing bong," the sound came from all the monitors before Paper spoke. "An NG violation has occurred! Berry Brew broke her rule 'Do not talk to a male without threatening him'. She's currently in..." And it cut off.

"Where?" Thunder asked. "Where is she?"

The screen went blank again, Paper Cut vanishing, only leaving the row of silhouettes and number of remaining participants scrolling across the bottom.

"Oh cool!" Smokey said, taking up the annoying despair mantle as Paper stopped talking. "She's pregnant right? That's like getting to murder two at once! Can I go to see you kill her?"

"Can you PLEASE shut up!" sobbed Danger.

"No you can't," Thunder grumbled. "Besides, it's probably not an issue… other than resetting the damn timer. She was with Shadow, and he'll probably be strong enough to take care of it."

"Unless he loses himself and just fucks her until the time is up," pointed out Gale. It annoyed Thunder, but she was right; they couldn't really predict what anyone would do with them all hyped up.

"Fine, I'll run a quick round of the route she was taking to be sure," Thunder sighed. "Gale, guard the brat and prisoners. DON'T kill anyone or I swear when we get out I will show you how much someone can wish they were dead."

Thunder grabbed Gale by the neck, yanking her up off the corpse she lay on and sending Button sprawling next to it. Button looked a little out of it, but rolled back next to his mother.

"What?" Gale grumbled. "I'm not going with you out there! They could all be butchering one another!"

"No, you'll stay here," Thunder shook his head. "But I need you to CONCENTRATE for once." He picked up her gun and handed it to her. "I want you to take a position with this gun aimed at the doors. If anyone aggressive comes in, shoot them in the leg to disable them. No fucking, no playing, your ass is on duty."

"Fine," sighed Gale, taking the gun and rolling her eyes before moving to sit a few steps from the prisoners. Perhaps she'd finally decided to not press things with him; she would already get enough punishment when they got out at this point.

Thunder paused once more before going, looking back at Gale. Could he really trust her not to do something crazy? Probably not, but now that he'd thought about it he trusted the ones out there less. He didn't have a choice, so he left.

POV: Gale

It was getting harder and harder for Gale to play off her own nervousness in these situations. She did her best to seem unconcerned, cracking jokes and containing her emotions, but that was mostly to make others think she was an unwise target. Inside she was a sobbing mess, and rather concerned about what Thunder might put her through on the outside even if they survived.

"Damn birb brains," Smokey sighed. "I'm gonna miss another pregnant mare getting killed. I hoped I'd see Berry die since I missed Figure."

"You are so the mastermind," Gale narrowed her eyes at Smokey, but envied her ability to have fun in this situation.

"I don't mind if you think that," Smokey giggled. "Kinda hot that everyone thinks I'm capable of that. And maybe I am!"

"Wow, if you get any worse, I'm gonna get jealous," Paper Cut peered at Smokey as she slipped back into the screen. "Try not to show me up too much, okay?"

"I-It'd be too obvious," Button stammered, wobbling next to his rotten mother. "Games never have it be the most obvious person."

"This isn't a game," pointed out Paper. "It's a fanfic."

"Eh, maybe it's Danger then," Gale chuckled, keeping her gun trained on the door, glancing at Button. "She has the name for it. Kind of a weird name for a muddy."

"It's not me," Danger shook her head. "It's not, I would never..."

Button was very carefully reaching for a drawer next to the oven that was close enough to his mom to reach. He froze when Gale looked at him, then pulled a long knife from the drawer. He already had another raging boner beneath him as he opened the stove beside the drawer, probably on the very edge of where he could go.

"What you doin' kid?" Gale peered at Button.

"J-just to defend myself if a crazy pony comes in," claimed Button, not that it explained the oven-opening. "Anyway... I put a lot of thought into this. I would have put Danger on the potential list, but now she's restrained for some reason too. You'd never figure out the culprit so soon, so she can't be it either."

"So what, like Thunder or ther Overmare is the mastermind?" Gale rolled her eyes. "They're the least obvious."

"Nah, they're the opposite," Button really seemed to have thought on it; not like he had much else to do here between fuck-sessions with corpse-Mommy. "Them being the mastermind would be too out of nowhere. It's gotta be a middle ground. You probably fit into that category."

"Why me?" Gale quirked an eyeridge, but also didn't want to seem too nervous, so kept her gaze on the door. Please don't ask, please don't ask...

"Like I said, middle ground," Button claimed as his voice moved closer again, but she focused on the door to seem less suspicious. "So are you the mastermind? You got a motive, cause you’re like Thunder's fuck toy and probably bitter about it. Maybe Midnight offered you more."

"I don't think this will be solved with video game logic," Gale sighed.

"Ohhh, question avoidance!" Smokey giggled.

Damn, this was annoying. Gale had hoped it wouldn't come to getting asked this question again. Winter seemed to be too cracked to mention what happened before, but now she was in a room with three other idiots in it.

"Are you a traitor?" Button asked again.

"Do you honestly think there's a traitor?" Danger asked. "She put us in here, drugged us all into a fit of lust and paranoia, and is watching us kill each other. There is no traitor!"

Gale didn't think there was a traitor at this point either, but that damn Paper would count saying there is no traitor as breaking her rule. What kind of rule was 'Do not deny you are the traitor'? Why did she get such an unfair rule? Why couldn't she have gotten the 'rape everyone' rule that Thunder seemed to have?

"There probably is," Gale answered, again conveniently avoiding Button's question again. It wasn't like he would try anything and the others were tied up, so maybe she'd be okay in here.

As if to dig in her situation, the nearby monitor flashed to get her attention as Paper giggled.

"Heeeeeeeey," Paper giggled. "Hey, lookie!"

"What?!" Gale looked over at Paper, who was making random faces, pretending to smudge her face against the screen. "What the fuck are you doing, toaster?"

"Not at me, silly," Paper smirked.

"You won't distract me!" Button screamed like some kind of action hero.

At that point, Gale realized who she should be looking at, but couldn't turn before a sharp pain in the back of her leg. She shrieked as her leg gave out, and turned to see Button literally sawing at her hamstring with the serrated kitchen knife as blood drooled down her ankle.

"What the fuck, brat?" Gale screeched, bringing her gun around. She didn't care what Thunder had said, this kid was dead.

But maybe he'd been counting on that, because he grabbed hold of the long barrel, too close for her to get a good shot in or slice him with the bayonet. The fuck? Was she really getting bested by a little colt? Maybe she should have paid attention in combat training and not just relied on her cunt to get her up ranks.

"Yeah, kill her!" Smokey giggled. "Then untie me! We can kill Danger too! Then you can kill me!"

"What the BUCK is wrong with everyone?" screeched Danger, smashing her head against the wall several times in frustration, then moaning as if it felt better than she wanted it to.

Gale tried to ignore both the peanut gallery and the pain still shooting through her leg as she held the gun with one hand and tried to claw him with the other. The little monster squirmed though, wrenching the gun out of her other claw and landing on his ass atop his squishy mother.

It would have been easy to grab the gun away from him at that point and beat him to death with the butt, except that Smokey had wormed her way over to Gale too, rolling herself to knock out Gale's good leg and sending her tumbling to the floor instead. When she looked up again, Button was holding her own gun pointing at her and fumbling as he tried to figure out what to do with it.

Gale swatted Smokey away with a wing and launched on her good leg, grabbing for Button, but it was too late. The gun fired and she and the bullet ripped through her chest, filling her with searing agony. She squawked and collapsed, tumbling to the floor as she curled up into a fetal position, tears rolling down her face.

"You're gonna get snuffed by a little kid!" laughed Smokey. “This’ll be SO hot!”

"Stop it everyone!" Danger screamed, as if that would make Button magically stop his insanity. "Button, untie me please. I'll run and get her help. If she dies, it'll just make this take longer!"

"No it won't!" Button yelled back. "Because she's the traitor, I'm sure of it!"

Gale always liked to think she'd die with dignity, even if under humiliating circumstances like this. Her efforts to remain brave failed immediately though as tears streamed down her face, gagging up blood into her gas mask as she watched the expanding pool of blood on the floor. She looked at Button, but before she could figure out how to beg for her life without breaking her rule, the shivering colt had her own rifle pointed at her face. Damn it, she was a goner.

"Please don't..." was the best Gale could say.

"She's right!" Smokey suggested helpfully. "Don't just shoot her in the head, you want to feel how her pussy clenches as she dies, right mud-cub? Deathgasms are awesome!"

"I'm not gonna shoot her," panted Button. "I got other plans, and ramming her with my cock too sounds great! Then I'll have a threesome with her and Mom!"

"Yay!!" Smokey giggled. "Or a foursome with me in it! Let me go to help with your muddy antics!"

"Huh?" Button seemed confused for a moment, but looked at her.

"You already said I was the least likely to be the traitor right, dirt pounder?" said Smokey. "So let me up! I'll help!"

"Well, I guess I can trust you," panted Button.

"Sure, she seems trustworthy," Paper rolled her eyes.

"Y-you're not thinking," Gale tried to reason with the brat. "She'll kill you, you gotta call for Thunder or something! Or a medkit or..."

"I-I'm not leaving Mom," Button looked a little dizzy as he picked up the knife again. As Smokey had wormed into his reach again, he began slicing through her bonds.

Desperate to get out of there, Gale tried to get to her feet, only to collapse again. She kept both wings wrapped around her stomach, but it did little for the bleeding and nothing for the pain. Her increasing tears turned to outright sobbing as the pain spread up through her body, starting to feel cold from her blood loss. Getting gunned down by a kid was bad enough, but if that sadist got involved, she'd be tortured atop that.

"Damn it, this can't be happening," Gale sobbed as she felt Smokey and Button grab her from behind, dragging her across the floor.

At first, Gale hoped Button would just shoot her in the back of the head while fucking her. At least that would have been over faster, but no such luck. Her eyes widened as she realized they were pulling her to the oven that was closest to Button's mother. Dropping her on the floor in front of it, Smokey turned the heat to max. With those magitech burners inside, it wouldn't take long to burn.

"You have to be shitting me," Gale panted as blood drooled down her face.

"No, but you may shit yourself when this is done, fried chicken!" Smokey giggled, unstrapping Gale's gas mask and yanking it free.

Gale gagged as she breathed in the putrid odor of rotting corpses mixed with sperm from repeated use. Though that wasn't the worst part, because with the gas mask on she couldn't suffocate on her own blood vomit. Now it'd take even longer for her to die.

"You know, the drugs only work on some," Paper seemed impressed with Smokey’s antics. "But with you, I honestly can't tell if you're under their effect or just acting like you without restraint!"

"I'd say the way I always do," said Smokey. "Just less likely to resist doing it! Um... toaster oven thing."

"Shut up and help," Button panted, trying to pull Gale's head into the oven.

Gale resisted, but there wasn't a lot she could do. She wasn't used to dealing with lethal amounts of pain, energy draining fast. She whimpered as Smokey helped heft her head into the oven up to the shoulders, knocking the trays out of the way but not pulling them out, resulting in Gale's head being pressed between one of the trays in a lower corner of the over with the side of her face pressed against a heating element.

"Please, not like this," Gale begged, barely able to form words now, lungs filling with blood as she strained to breathe. "Just shoot me in the head or something!"

"Heh, looks like she wasn't lucky enough to get the 'pain is good' side effect," Paper chuckled. "That’s too bad."

Smokey chuckled, holding Gale into place. It was easy enough in Gale's weakened condition for Smokey to drape herself over Gale, holding her arms and wings down and yanking her tail up. The weight on her kept her low enough for Button to mount up behind her.

His prodding at her pussy felt great still, which annoyed her given the situation. He pushed into her several times to get himself slickened up, but in the end opted for the higher hole and pushed his shaft against her asshole instead. That was the least of her worries though, since the oven was getting awfully warm. It was already painful against the side of her face.

"She's gonna scream so good," panted Button as he popped inside her tailhole, pushing deep. "And I bet her asshole will clench super-tight! This is gonna be amazing!"

Gale tried not to pleasure him, but her tailhole acted on instinct. He got one thing wrong though; she wasn't screaming again, instead vomiting blood all over the stove burners, puddling at the bottom of the oven and starting to simmer. They grew painfully hot against her face, feathers singing as it heated quickly.

"Why aren't you watching?" Paper asked Danger, but she seemed to be curled up in the corner sobbing.

"Seeing a big bad soldier chick get offed by a kid,” giggled Smokey happily. “Wow, that's gotta be humiliating!"

She wasn't wrong; this is definitely not the way Gale imagined she'd go. Of all the creatures here, why did the squirt get to be the one that killed her?

Smokey's giggle-fit didn't help the situation as she wrapped a cord around Gale's midsection, holding down her upper limbs before backing off, perhaps wanting to see the little colt do most of the work. Gale couldn't see what was going on anymore, but felt Smokey's head move beneath her, slurping at her pussy and propping Button up as he plowed her asshole.

Gale’s bleeding gut contracted, and only then did she remember that she had an egg in her own oven. She hadn’t even thought to be worried about it when she was gutshot, which probably meant she’d have been a terrible mother anyway. It didn’t really matter now; even if it came out whole it wouldn’t stay that way with these idiots.

Button whimpered as he drilled her, not that his tiny dick was much compared to the hole in her gut or the heat on her head. Her vision when foggy as the nerves on her face fried, fur and feathers burning away as her face meat stuck to the hot burners. She closed her eyes tightly only to feel one eye burst from the heat and ooze out through the lid. She never knew this much pain was possible; she just wanted to die as quickly as possible now.

Smokey slurped at Button's balls in encouragement, then bit down on Gale's labia, pulling hard and letting it pop back. When Gale lost bladder control and released a dream of blood-tinged urine, Smokey didn't mind. She slurped up into the hole, thrusting her muzzle in and guzzling it down. Apparently Smokey enjoyed it from the slap-slap sound of her jacking off feverishly with both front hooves.

As the last of her tears steamed off the burners and her other eye burst, Gale gave up completely and went limp. Her hearing wavered as well until all she could do was feel the pounding and lewd lapping from behind amidst the sea of agony in the rest of her body. They weren't even going to stop when she was dead.

She vomited up another load of blood as her beak cracked from the heat, which steamed out of the oven. Her whole body convulsed as her pussy spasmed, and she felt the egg she was carrying push out with another painful contraction. Smokey pulled back from Gale’s gash to let the egg come out, squealing in delight as she caught it.

That was the last thing Gale ever heard. She let herself go, finally fading into death.

POV: Smokey

Smokey had been pent up so long from being tied up, she couldn't have imagined anything feeling more amazing than her sudden release and getting to murder this whore slut that kept taking cocks that Smokey wanted. The fact that this might well be the last female griffon alive in Equestria made it even more intense when Gale convulsed in her death throes.

Button must have agreed with the feel of them, because he squealed louder than ever, his own body convulsing not unlike hers. Somehow he managed to hold his next orgasm in even as he pounded the fresh corpse; he had probably gotten good at holding it by now.

When the egg came splorting out of her dying pussy, Smokey had almost forgot about it, but squealed in delight when she remembered. It looked like the gutshot hadn’t damaged it, and Smokey caught it as it came out. Griffons could hold their eggs inside until near hatching, especially since giving birth to a large egg was as easy as having it teleported out. It seemed like that is what Gale had been doing, because it was quite large, tearing her bloody hole as it forced its way out..

"I did it!" Button groaned. "This is amazing! I actually killed a girl while fucking her!... M-marry me Smokey!"

"Yeah, sure, Muddy!" Smokey grinned playfull, thinking what a cutie he was. "Let's kill everyone first though. Starting with this!"

Smokey slammed the egg against the floor. It’s shell was sturdy and it took a few hits before it cracked, but then it finally came apart. Just as she hoped, the fetus inside was well-developed enough to squirm in agony as it splattered out onto the floor.

“That’s it,” moaned Smokey as she picked the goo-covered fetus up. “Your first and only experience will be getting fucked to death!”

The chance to fuck a fetus was just too much to resist, especially after she’d missed the deaths of the pregnant mares. It seemed to be male, so Smokey pushed her shaft to the rear entry, showing no mercy as she forced her way in. She giggled in delight when the infant’s wailing went up an octave.

The aborted fetus wasn’t big enough to take even a small dick, and she felt hers push through its intestines, bursting through and causing the little one’s stomach to swell. She grabbed the knife that Button had used to hamstring Gale, slicing open the infant’s gut as well. Smokey barely missed her own shaft as it pushed all the way through and exited the hole in the screaming fetus’s belly.

"Fuck yes!" Button had completely lost it, like a shark tasting blood, probably not even aware of what Smokey was doing. "After I cum in this dead slut, you'll fuck me up my faggot ass! Then we'll torture Danger to death!"

"Well I prefer being the faggot ass usually, but I have been making a few exceptions lately!" Smokey giggled as she slurped up the last of Gale's death piss. "Mud grinders like you sure are violent, but I don't mind!"

As Button squealed in new orgasmic bliss, Smokey moved to flick the upper stove eyes on. She wanted to kill everyone for sure, or at least continue killing creatures until someone finally wised up and killed her, but she didn't particularly want to let this colt join in all that fun when she could just stab him in the back.

"The buck is wrong with you two?" screeched Danger.

"Wow, this was ALMOST a first!" Paper mused. "There are three ponies in the room, so three have found the body, but one of them is the killer, so technically they have to leave and come back for me to make an announcement."

"I'm just gonna kill him next anyway, toaster!" Smokey panted, stroking Button's rump as the colt’s thrusting slowed down.

"Yeah," panted Button, before belatedly realizing what she said. "Wait what?"

Smokey grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, yanking him out of Gale's corpse with a nice wet pop, before shoving his face down onto one of the boiling hot stove eyes. His shriek was delightful as the smell of his own charred fur joined the smoke from Gale's cooking head, her body still hanging limply from the oven.

"Somepony save us!" Danger screamed behind her so hard that her voice cracked, but Smokey was beyond caring. That and she sorta wanted to be caught and killed. She couldn't wait.

And besides, Danger's scream wasn't a loud as Button's piercing shriek as she pressed his face harder against the stove eye. She pushed the rest of him up onto the stove, pushing his body down on the adjacent eye, cock directly on the burner, making his shriek all the more delightful.

Even if she hadn’t already been hard, the screams of a dying child and a dying newborn would have given her a boner in seconds. Ignoring the intense heat, she forced her own dick, protruding from the fetus’s gut, against his tiny asshole. It was already well worked-open by Thunder's big griff dick, so it was no problem getting inside. As soon as she did, Button clenched hard, already convulsing delightfully, even more than the fetus.

Smokey put both front hooves on his head, pressing it into the burner as more smoke rose, bits of flesh and gore boiling from it. She ignored the searing heat against herself, and plowed through the infant into his asshole as hard as she could. With each thrust, his flesh tore against the heating elements onto the meld back as the heat boiled them further.

As the fetus entered his death throes, Button’s balls burst from the heat too, his scream louder than ever. She giggled at his reactions as his bladder emptied as well, a plume of smoke coming off the eye and wafting round her as she plugged his convulsing asshole.

"This is amazing!" Smokey groaned. "I've so always wanted to murder a child, and now I get to kill two! Bucking awesome! Hey, toaster, how many have died during this thing?"

"That would be telling!" Paper giggled, shoveling popcorn into her muzzle. "You'll know when the announcements come, assuming you aren't dead... speaking of which."

The screen blinked, and Paper sat back in her favorite virtual chair, "A body has been discovered! It's that rule-breaking bitch Berry Brew! And her well-fucked fetus too, so I guess you all dodged a bullet again!"

So at least three, five if she counted the fetuses. This was great!

As she mused about how incredible it all was, Button's body spasmed hard beneath her as his body entered its deathgasm too. She felt his bowels release completely, putrid colt shit oozing around her thrusting cock and boiling off of the stove eye, adding to the horrible stench of the room. Smokey blasted a load of seed through the fetus and into Button, the despair of their deaths driving her to new heights of ecstasy.

"Phew," Smokey grinned as she let Button go limp, leaving the ovens on as she pulled away. "I sure hope somepony kills me for this. Well... anyway... time for you Danger!"

"Wow, everyone is dying like flies," Paper mused. "Definitely hotter than flies though. Don't kill that one quite yet though."

"Huh, why not?" Smokey said, padding over towards Danger.

"Got to end the chapter here," explained Paper. "To leave them in suspense on whether you kill Danger before the others get here."

Surviving Participants: 7

21. On the Edge of VIctory

Author's Note

Nearing the end! Traitor's identity will be confirmed in Chapter 24

21. On the Edge of VIctory

Sunday, 7/3/2078
POV: Thunder

Nothing could have surprised Thunder more when the next timer for sex was 48 full hours; he supposed it really was a random timer. Not only that, but the next requirement was Smokey, who was an easy lay to say the least. He’d pound her ass right quick during the last hour of the timer, and then have one more at most before the three days was up, hopefully securing their release.

But it also made him nervous. It was almost like he was being set up to be given hope, only for the despair of losing to hit him all the harder. It was annoying to have the whole thing hinge on his rule.

Aside from that worry though, the next two days went well. They kept the same sleeping arrangements, and thoughtfully kept to themselves when they weren’t fucking to keep busy. The Overmare had started to get a bit annoyed at the relative lack of pussy around, but usually shut up about it after a good rape from Shadow or Thunder. Thunder had to admit it was a little liberating to be able to do that and not face significant penalty after they were released due to being under the influence of a weird drug.

Smokey had less fun, since she was the only one that was consistently not touched by the others. Since things were going so well with her restrained, maybe the traitor had been her all along. It seemed like if anyone else was the traitor, they’d have tried to take action, but no one had. Devil didn’t seem to be trying to get in either, which surprised Thunder either way, though he hoped he hadn’t gotten himself killed somehow and reset their release timer.

About an hour before his own timer was up, Thunder trotted over to Smokey, dreading the glee she’d get from getting suddenly humped by him, but he had to do what he had to do. After they got out, he could always have Smokey’s pleasure and pain senses fried so she could never experience what she loved the most again.

“Huh?” Smokey quirked her ears as Thunder took her by one leg, dragging her out of the corner where she was. “It’s not time for bedtime right?”

“No, we have another hour and a half before you get to sleep,” said Thunder. “Right now I’m dragging you out here to fuck, please don’t be too annoying about it.”

“Aw, I knew you’d cum around!” Smokey giggled, immediately being annoying about it. “You want to help too, Dad?”

“Can you not?” Shadow growled.

“Can we ram my arm in that rock grinder while we do this?” Smokey asked hopefully.

“We’re not getting weird,” Thunder grunted, dropping Smokey onto the floor. “Just normal ass sex.”

“Hey, Danger, want to get fucked by Smokey too?” Crimson suggested, somewhat predictably. She’d been volunteering Danger to the point that it was suspicious.

“S-sure,” Danger gritted her teeth.

“You’re not allowed,” Thunder had caught on to Danger’s rule and the fact that she’d been very careful not to cum herself, even if he’d not mentioned it aloud. “I want this ass all to myself.”

He pushed Smokey onto his gut, grabbing a wad of cotton from one of the storage bags in the lab and stuffing it into the bratty’s slut’s maw to shut her up. She gagged slightly but rolled her eyes back as Thunder put one claw on her head, pushing it against the floor as he yanked up her tail with the other. He knew she liked it rough, but it was hard not to give it rough with what they were all under the influence of.

“So, like 7 hours left right?” Crimson said thoughtfully. She pulled up her pipbuck, looking at it ponderously and grinning before punching a few buttons. “And we haven’t heard from our AI friend in over 24 hours. Who else here thinks she’s up to something?”

“Probably so,” grunted Shadow, turning away so he didn’t have to watch his daughter get banged. He was amazingly prudish about that even under the influence of everything, but he had the benefit of cybernetics. “There’s nothing we can do about it though, so no point worrying. So long as Devil hasn’t decided to off himself, which I doubt he will, we’re good.”

“And even if he does,” added Thunder. “We have enough food for another three days.”

Thunder pushed his tip to Smokey’s behind. Even after several days of non-use, the thot’s hole gave quite easily to the pressure, and he relaxed at the feel of warm flesh slipping over his shaft. He grunted and worked into a smooth casual fucking motion, keeping an eye on the time as he did so. Somehow this time he felt the need to cut it a bit closer, wanting to give as little time as possible after to give him a new target.

He could tell it annoyed the little whore, but Thunder kept pumping into Smokey’s asshole nice and gentle. When he got about ten minutes from his time limit, only then did he speed up, but even then didn’t dig his claws in. He ended up creaming a hot load soon enough, but even then Smokey didn’t seem sated. Good.

He yanked himself free, glancing at his pipbuck, trying to not be too noticeable as he did so. The text changed, and he felt his heart sink.

“Devil Rose: 6 hours”

Damn it, that AI had to have done that on purpose. What was he supposed to explain to the others? In the end, he supposed it was best not to explain anything and just do it.

“Going out,” Thunder said as he turned off his pipbuck. “Don’t ask why because I’m not talking about it. I’ll be back before the time is up. If I’m not, I’m probably dead so you should just keep doing what you’re doing. Take the same sleeping shifts we’ve been taking, so Smokey, and Danger should be asleep in their pods when I get back.”

“Are you gonna kill Devil so the time will reset?” Smokey asked hopefully. It was hard to tell if it was a joke.

The others just grumbled; they were all used to Thunder’s odd ‘I need to fuck this person right now’ behavior at this point. It was fortunate that he had such a precise rule, or he might suspect that they’d figured it out by now.

“We’ll be fine,” smirked the Overmare. “If we get bored, I’ll just get raped by Shadow or something.”

The first thing Thunder went was to one of the medical supply closets, finding sedative and loading it into a syringe. He wasn’t exactly a doctor, but figured if he just stabbed it in a non-vital spot, it’d do the job.

Thunder assumed that Devil wasn’t just going to come out when called, so he had to find him on his own. That meant he needed to look for clues of where he’d been staying, and think about if he were Devil, where would he be hiding?

Or maybe not. The first thing he had to decide is how far gone Devil was. He had butchered Berry and possibly Sunburst and Tella after all, which would indicate that he was pretty far gone. So instead of avoiding the places with corpses, there was probably a good chance he’d actually go to them.

Thunder started with the dining hall, which reeked worse than it did before. Notably, all the doors were propped open as if someone was letting it air out, and there were eaten diners on the tables. The corpses looked like they’d been jostled around, and Cream had a fresh load of sperm in what was left of her blackened, rotten snatch, maggots visibly crawling around in the warm sperm.

He stuck a claw in it to waggle it around, confirming that it was minutes old at most. That more or less confirmed Devil was still alive.

Devil wasn’t there however, so he left, swishing his tail to try to keep too many of the flies in there from following him. He headed towards the restroom where Tella and Sunburst had died. He figured that Devil would need access to one, and if he was in as bad a condition as it seemed, he’d probably choose the one with corpses in it.

That room had started to stink as well, but it’d definitely been frequented. Sunburst had been used as a toilet, corpse drenched in piss and a pile of crap on his face. Tella had her head stuck back in the toilet where she died, a load of feces on her head as well, legs spread as if she’d been used regularly as well.

But Devil wasn’t here either. Still, he probably came here most regularly, so Thunder opted to stick around. He hid in the first toilet stall, which had been closed and looked unused. He stood on the toilet so his feet wouldn’t show in the gap beneath, and waited.

He was starting to second-guess his choice to wait it out when he finally heard the bathroom door open, only an hour left of the time he had to do Devil in. Thunder grew perfectly still as he heard staggering hoofsteps enter and cross in front of the stall he was in, seemingly headed to Tella’s stall.

“Ready for another go, slut?” Devil asked aloud. “Your dyke cunt didn’t get any dick when you were alive, so I’m gonna give it plenty now.” He paused for a moment and then answered as if she’d said something. “Yeah well I don’t care what you think about it, you fucking lesbo.”

Yeah, he was gone. That would mean that he’d be pretty easy to catch off guard at least, but he might fight far more rabidly than he would normally, so Thunder had to be careful. Without either of them dying, Thunder had to restrain him, fuck him up the bum to orgasm, then drag him back to the others in his restraints.

Thunder waited, since Devil didn’t seem perceptive enough to realize someone else was about. He peered under the bottom of the stall, watching as Devil’s hooves moved to the stall Tella was in, grasping her by the behind.

“Can’t wait til you get nice and maggoty,” purred Devil. “I wanna feel them nipping at my cock while I fuck you. You know I wonder if I kill one of the others after the time’s up, if it’ll still count as resetting the time, because I really want to plow your wife’s dyke corpse too.”

Thunder carefully unlatched the door to his own stall, letting the door swing mostly on its own and then waiting to make sure Devil didn’t react. He didn’t, and instead Thunder heard the disgusting sound of cold, rotting flesh pushing apart as Devil pushed into Tella’s corpse-cunt.

He had to admit, it was nice to see the bitch desecrated in this manner after what an insufferable cunt she’d been at times, and it’d be hard not to mention this to Crimson just to get her reaction.

For now though, Thunder rounded the corner, catching a nice view of Devil’s behind as he mounted Tella over the toilet seat. His balls, stained with blood after days of not washing, smacked against the cold flesh with each thrust as he pounded her. Thunder felt his own cock throb at the sight which should have once disgusted him, which was good for what he needed.

Devil was so into his activity that he barely noticed as Thunder came up behind him. Thunder rammed the syringe into Devil’s upper front leg, emptying the dose as quickly as he could even as he mounted the pony from behind. There was a brief struggle, but once he’d been dosed, there wasn’t much Devil could do but squirm delightfully beneath him.

“That’s it, go to sleep,” purred Thunder as Devil’s eyes rolled back and his shaft pulsed between his rump cheeks. “You like fucking corpses so much? Now you’re gonna become a well-fucked one yourself.”

“Aw buck,” Devil groaned, taking the statement at face value even if Thunder didn’t really intend to kill him. He couldn’t do much while limp though, and Thunder turned Devil’s head around so he could enjoy the fear in his weakening eyes.

Devil’s shaft didn’t go down like his energy did, and shifted within Tella as Thunder pushed his own rod against Devil’s behind. Thunder dug his claws into his behind, shivering at the feel of an unwilling asshole around him as he began to thrust. He’d definitely gained an appreciation for gay sex he didn’t have before this whole thing.

As he pounded his ass, Devil couldn’t help but twitch his own the best he could. Even now he wanted to cream one more time in the cold flesh beneath them even as the corpse gave to their weight, gas pockets bursting as her flesh pulled apart from the pressure. Thunder inhaled the rancid scent eagerly rather than attempting to block it out as he had before. If they’d been allowed to move corpses, he might have dragged it back with him to sleep with.

“Yeah cream my faggot ass,” Devil’s eyes were swirls of insanity as he took it, seeming to warm up to the idea of dying like this due to the drug cocktail now in his system.

Thunder was tempted to give it to him, but knew he needed to resist. Instead, he pushed Devil’s face down into the toilet to keep him from speaking. Devil sputtered at first as he was shoved face-down into the rotting shit he himself had deposited atop Tella’s head in the toilet, but just moaned louder.

Thunder was ashamed of how little time it took him to cream into Devil’s asshole given the conditions, but it seemed the more fucked up the situation, the easier it was. He blew his load deep, continually pounding it deep. As he did so, Devil blasted a load into Tella as well, and Thunder shook violently at the convulsions ringing through the other male’s asshole.

It was a good thing he got off easy, though, or he might not have brought himself just under enough control to prevent himself from drowning Devil in the toilet with Tella. He yanked his head back up, allowing him to gasp for air, before yanking him off of Tella with a lewd slurp and depositing him on the floor.

With him sedated, tying him was an easy matter, and Thunder felt quite proud of himself for having ressisted the temptation for murder. Perhaps Paper Cut’s little ploy to reset the time at the last moment hadn’t worked after all.

All Thunder had to do now was drag him back to the room and wait the last few hours. They were on the edge of victory.

POV: Smokey

So bored. The events of recent days had given her more excitement than she’d ever had, and she even got to muder a few, but that just made her more bored now that she had nothing to do but watch the others.

When it was time for her sleeping shift, Crimson dragged her into her pod and left her there in the corner. She glanced back to make sure no one was looking, then loosened the knots that held Smokey’s ropes tight around her, enough that she could worm her way out of them easily.

“Buck up,” smirked Crimson. “I’m about to give you a surprise.”

“Oh?” Smokey felt her excitement rise. “Are you going to kill me?”

Unlike with the others, Crimson seemed to be a bit of a kindred heart, as determined as Smokey that this shouldn’t end without them all being dead, so Smokey had real hope that it might be just that. Smokey worked her way out of her bonds, thankful that she’d be able to properly squirm as she met her end.

“SO much better,” Crimson smacked her ass and turned to go, but left her door opened as she turned back to Smokey’s father.

Once Danger and Winter had gone into their pods, it left Crimson and Shadow as the only ones on the outside, which made Smokey wonder. The only thing better that she could think of would be her brutal rape and murder by her own father, but that didn’t seem likely as much of a spoiled sport as Shadow had been this whole time. For a killing machine with a cyberdick, he sure was timid about fucking people to death.

“So, just curious,” Crimson said as she walked away from Smokey’s pod. “How DID you manage to raise such a faggot? You’re probably like Winter huh, spent the bitch’s whole foalhood ramming her asshole until she started liking it.”

“Excuse me,” Shadow paused where he had been about to curl up himself and peered at Crimson. “And where the buck did that come from?”

“Where did stating the truth come from?” smirked Crimson. “Lucky you though. When we get out, I’ll have lost my favorite pussy, but you still got your favorite boy-pussy. You may pretend to be straight, but everyone knows the truth when you have a dicked kid you forced to be a girl practically nipping at your cock wanting more.”

“Okay,” Shadow’s growl deepened as he rose to his hooves and trotted slowly towards her. “You’re going to take that back now, or I’m going to scoop out your dyke cunt and feed it to you. You think I can’t hurt you just because I can’t kill you? You’d be surprised what kind of files on torture I’ve been given.”

“I’d be less surprised than you think,” smirked Crimson. “Now when you broke your own child through repeated rapings. When did you start on her? Five? Younger? You seem like the ‘toddlercon’ type… maybe even the babycon type. I bet her mother spit her out right onto your dick for her first impalement. You were so disappointed that it wasn’t a tight newborn pussy on your dick, that you made her into the girl she is.”

Shadow clenched his teeth as he glared at her. His system already hyped from their interesting last few weeks, he charged at Crimson for the last few meters. Crimson smirked, stepping out of the way of the rabid cyber-pony so that he collided into the back wall of Smokey’s pod instead of tackling her. A moment later, the door to the pod closed and locked from the outside.

“Hi, Dad!” Smokey grinned as he landed atop her instead of the one he wanted. “So uh… you didn’t catch her, wanna catch me instead?”

“Oh for… what’s the point of putting me in here!” Shadow cried out as he shoved Smokey away from him. “Overmare! I’m not going to kill my daughter because I’m locked in a pod with her.”

“That’s because I haven’t yet pumped in the gas,” said Crimson casually from the outside. “I found some full-fledged Touch in the lab canisters, and that’s the one I’ve hooked up to your pod. I’ll dose you with enough that not even whatever blood filter you have will be enough to resist it.”

“Really?” Smokey’s heart jumped at the realization of what she’d done. This was really happening! “Oh, thank you Overmare! I’ll die screaming good for you!”

“And I”ll be watching through the camera and violently masturbating,” they could hear the smirk in Crimson’s voice. “And I’ll do my best to ensure you meet Daddy in whatever afterlife featherbrains go to later on; you can fuck again!”

“I knew I could count on you,” piped up Paper Cut’s voice from the nearest monitor. “But you know, Thunder will probably kill you when he gets back.”

“He’ll try,” Crimson chuckled. “But he lacks the knowledge to actually put me down. Besides, I’ve figured out who helped with your little scheme now, so I’m ready to go if I go.”

“I can still put you down,” said Paper Cut darkly. “But I won’t unless you break your rule.”

“I have faith that my rule will not be broken,” said Crimson. “This’ll be the final straw. These buckers will be at each other’s throats like hobos on ham sandwiches. And when it’s over, you’re my bitch. Got it?”

“If you manage to survive, sure,” Paper Cut smirked. “I’ll be your bitch. I”ll even let you transfer me to one of your magic books with your silly little method.”

“No,” Shadow’s voice sounded slightly panicked as a pink mist sprayed into the pod, at first holding his breath.

Smokey did anything but, taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes back. Her body surged with a thousand pleasures, this dosage so much more potent than the batch the AI had managed to mix up using spare chemicals.

She wasted no time, pushing her head beneath Shadow’s belly and slurping at his already solid tip. The tip that had been looking forward to another rape with the Overmare got his daughter’s talented muzzle instead as she worked her lips down his length, massaging his balls in her hooves as she swallowed against the tip. It was hard and metallic, and sure to rip her apart once he got going.

“Buck, please no,” Shadow squeaked as he felt her muzzle, knowing it was inevitable. For all his criticism of her, he still loved his family, and it would tear him up inside to see himself doing this with no ability to stop it. It made Smokey throb all the harder with anticipation.

“Wow,” Smokey purred between suckles as he didn’t stop her. “This is the first time I’ve sucked you off when you weren’t asleep. Come on, Daddy. You know I want this, butcher your faggot-assed son that’s been such a disappointment!”

“Shut! Up!” Shadow smacked Smokey off his shaft with a backhand claw, sending a delightful surge of pain through her jaw as she hit the side of the pod. He then crouched down, holding his head in both claws as she chemicals overloaded his system.

Smokey purred and turned her bottom around to face her father, raising her tail and swaying her hips invitingly. She made sure her crushable balls swang freely for him to see, and licked her lips at those claws of his. Soon they’d be ripping her into pieces and she couldn’t wait. She took another deep breath of the mist, her already snapped brain locking into ‘die’ mode.

“Finally!” Smokey refused to shut up. “I’m going to die screaming with my Dad’s incestuous cock throbbing inside me! I can’t wait!”

“SHUT UP!” Shadow shrieked, grabbing Smokey by the throat. He balled up his fist, slamming it into Smokey’s face as hard as he could several times. “Shut! It! Right! Bucking! NOW!”

“Yeah,” Crimson said from outside. “I’m going to filter in a healing mist too because otherwise he’ll kill you and end your suffering too soon.” She was such a good friend.

“Thank you so much, Overmare!” Smokey cried out. “Have fun making sure everyone else dies too when I’m gone! I hope your death hurts just as much.”

“Oh I will,” promised Crimson. “And don’t worry, I’m sure I have quite a few agonizing deaths in store for me over the years. Now I’m just going to relax, watch the video feed to your pod on this computer, and masturbate while I wait for Thunder to get back from killing Devil. Then he’ll probably kill me too.”

“Why won’t you shut up!?” shrieked Shadow. “Buck it all, I’ll make sure it hurts enough for you to suffer!”

Shadow pinned Smokey against the wall by his neck with one claw, bringing a hind hoof down on her balls and crushing them against the floor. She rolled her eyes back and shivered, so glad that she’d made the decision to keep them. There was no way a cunt punt could compare to the delight of having her balls crushed.

Smokey squealed in delight when Shadow then slammed her onto the floor, lifting her rump end and letting his metal shaft push between her soft slutty rump cheeks. Finally after wanting it for so long, her father pushed his dick into her ready bottom, splitting it apart. She hadn’t been able to pre-lube herself over the past few days as she normally did, and Thunder’s fuck of her hadn’t helped, so the rough metallic surface was excruciating dragging against the dry surface within.

“Yes, rape your slut of a daughter!” Smokey moaned. “Give her all she deserves.”

“I don’t have a fucking daughter!” shrieked Shadow. “I have a faggot son that thinks he’s a mare! But he isn’t, or he’d have had these things removed!”

Shadow grasped her balls again in one of his claws. He pounced his ass as hard as he could, piledriving him against the floor as he squeezed his fist. This time he didn’t stop, the powerful cybernetic claw crushing the flesh harder than Smokey had ever felt. Pain ripped through her body as the fragile orbs finally burst, popping like crushed fruit.

The agony was too much, and Smokey came one more time with her ruined equipment. There was only a brief shot of cum before it was replaced with blood, squirting down onto Smokey’s face. She opened her muzzle, spreading the cumblood around in her muzzle as she moaned in ecstasy at the agony.

“Yeah tear that bitch apart,” Crimson encouraged over the speaker. “The only thing worse than a male is a male that wants to fuck other males. Double disgusting.”

“I swear you are next, fucking dyke cunt!” Shadow screamed at Crimson, but he probably wasn’t considering that he was locked in here until she let him out. He’d likely be spending a good amount of time with Smokey’s corpse, which made it all the more incredible.

Shadow was determined to make Smokey’s moans turn into screams, and did everything he could. When crushing the balls didn’t work, he leaned over and bit down on her whole shaft and what was left of them. He chewed with his sharpened metal fangs, careful to crunch and tear at them while not fully separating them. It felt like what Smokey imagined the rock blender had felt like for Winter, absolutely delightful, but even more so since her own father was effectively blowing her.

The metal shaft didn’t bend and give like a normal one did, so instead of winding a bit up the intestines from it’s incredible length, it rammed right through the flesh and into Smokey’s gut, pushing through the thick strands of shit piping within.Still he kept ramming it, body shivering as he neared bliss.

As he continued to chew, Shadow grabbed for Smokey’s front legs, one in each claw. He twisted with excellent precision, snapping them back at the knee and shattering both joints. He wrenched them, sending waves of delight and torment through her as bone shards poked through flesh, only to move down to her ankles, bending her knees the wrong way as he did the same to them.

“More!” begged Smokey. “Yes, Daddy, cum in my ass as you torture me, then do more!”

As little as he wanted to follow his slut daughter’s begging, Shadow couldn’t hold it. He came hard, pushing a blast of cum directly into Smokey’s gut. The gas egging him on, he continued ramming as cum tinged blood poured down his ballsack. He groaned himself, tearing back and finally ripping the rest of Smokey’s equipment from her body.

“You want to be a girl? Let’s make you one!” Shadow growled. It wasn’t clear if he was still trying to hurt her more than she could stand, or if he was just lost in the moment and really enjoying himself. Either way, Smokey was happy it was happening in a way that would make her father guilt-ridden when it was over. Maybe that’d make him enjoy his own inevitable death more.

Shadow crammed his claws into the wound where Smokey’s dick had been, tearing open the flesh there. Smokey twitched violently, useless broken legs flailing as her hind ones kicked on either side of Shadows hips. He rammed his solid shaft into the wound, tearing through the flesh with his metallic barbs, as if he could harden them for just such an occasion; the scientists must have been feeling really kinky when they designed that part of him.

She continued to squirm, but rather to resist, she did her best to ram her hips in response to his. Grasping her hind legs around his powerful helps, she felt his muscles twitch and flex with each shove. The leg gripping annoyed him, so he grasped it at the knee and squeezed shattering the bone before twisting it around. It only made her squeal in delight more.

“Why am I doing this?” Shadow cried even as he wound-fucked her. “Why are you making me do this?”

“Oh don’t be like that,” Crimson said over the speaker into the pod. Even over the brutality, they could hear the wet sound of her masturbating. “I’m just making you do right by your daughter. What kind of terrible father doesn’t murder-rape his girl when she asks nicely? I swear, parents these days.”

“Thunder will kill you,” Shadow said. Somehow the cyber components in his brain allowed him to debate her even while his body kept going without his control. “You have to stop me!”

“Yeah, probably,” Crimson admitted. “Should be fun, right? … yeah I probably won’t think that when it actually happens, I’m not the pain slut that your little faggot in there is. Though also might be Devil. I’m sure whichever wins that little male-on-male action out there will be back here, find the first thing they see, and kill it.”

“You engineered this, didn’t you?!” Shadow screeched. “You’re the NLR traitor!”

“I wish,” Crimson’s eye roll was audible. “And why is it an NLR traitor? Paper just said ‘traitor’, we’re the ones that made the jump to this having anything at all to do with the war. For that matter, did she even say the traitor wanted to kill anyone?”

“Oh, you’re good,” Paper admitted, no doubt watching the action as well. “Didn’t think any of you would figure that out before I told you.”

Shadow shrieked, both from the realization that their entire logic for finding the traitor had been wrong, and from the fact that he was about to cream again hard in the crotch wound. Despite his misgivings, it still felt amazing to pour another load into her though, pumping the stinging fluid deep into her bloody gash, continuing to twist her leg so violently that he didn’t realize it came off until several seconds after it was a blood-spurting stub itself.

“Yeees,” Smokey groaned, dizzy from blood-loss, but straining to hold on as long as she could, wanting to feel more agony. “I love you, Daddy!”

“Love you too,” Shadow growled, slightly more sincere now that he saw her really going.

Shadow leaned forward and kissed her deeply, gagging as he did so and vomiting up the chunks of her shaft into her own muzzle. He didn’t have to force her muzzle shut as she willfully choked on it as well, gnawing and swallowing down as much as she could.

As he withdrew his shaft from the cum-filled wound, Shadow pushed his claw back into the wound, this time tearing upwards to slice a large gaping hole up her gut, cum drenched intestines spilling onto the floor. He pushed his shaft back into what was left of her asshole, feeling her death throws rattle through her form before she gave it up, continuing to pound her ass as she did.

“There, die with Daddy’s cock in you,” Shadow panted. “Just like you wanted.”

“Well that was touching,” Crimson commented.

“Still going to kill you next,” Shadow promised. “If someone else doesn’t.”

“Yeah, I’m not letting you out of there,” chuckled Crimson. “But you can jack off while someone else kills me maybe. Oh you should wrench her head off and fuck the neck hole!”

“Breaks’ sake you are…” Shadow panted. “Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

It was the last thing Smokey heard as she faded, feeling her father’s hands wrench around her neck and twist. She died with a blissful grin on her face, knowing she wouldn’t be the last death here.

Surviving Participants: 6

22. Desperation

Sunday, 7/3/2078
POV: Crimson

Crimson watched through the video feed as Shadow grasped Smokey’s head in both claws, looking into the last expression of bliss frozen on her face, and wrenched her neck. He didn’t stop until her spine gave with a loud crack, yanking her head off and turning it around. He yanked his shaft from her dead asshole, instead ramming it into her neck, watching it slide out of his daughter’s muzzle.

“Way hotter than it ever should be,” Shadow panted.

“No, I think it’s exactly as hot as it should be,” Crimson said, rubbing both front hooves between her spread hind legs. “Hey Paper?”

“Yes, dear,” Paper waggled her eyebrows from the monitor.

“If you keep the three creature rule, it’s going to be harder and harder to make your announcement. Might not get to lower that number each time.”

“That’s a decent point,” Paper tilted her head. “Okay!”

“Announcement!” Paper Cut said more loudly, one could assume over all the monitors at once. “New rule! When there are 6 or less participants, only one other besides the killer needs to see the body for it to be announced. If there are 3 or less, I announce it whenever I want! Anyway, on that subject…”

“Ding, dong, bing, bong,” chimed the alarm.

“A body has been discovered!” Paper almost giggled it out. “And is currently having her throat fucked from the wrong direction by her own dad. The horror!” She tapped the number at the bottom, which slid down to a six.

“Yeah, that’ll make him hurry back,” chuckled Crimson. “I’ll probably end up regretting this though, I’m not nearly the masochist I pretend to be at times.”

“Well that’ll make it more fun for me to watch, at least,” said Paper. “So, you seem to be ahead of the curve. You figured out who the traitor is?”

“I think so,” Crimson said. “Not Smokey. Are you really going to let us out when they die though?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Paper said. “I mean the rules don’t require that I actually tell you when the traitor dies, only that I unlock the exit from this side. It’s not like any of you are checking if it’s locked between deaths.”

“That’s going to be hilarious,” chuckled Crimson. She worked at her cunt casually, mostly keeping herself wet, moving a hoof down to her lower entry to lube it up a bit. The last thing she wanted was a dry ass if someone decided to rape her asshole too. As she did, she continued to watch the head-pounding in Shadow’s pod.

“What the fuck is going on here!” screeched Thunder’s voice from behind her. “And why didn’t you shut the blockade while I was gone?”

POV: Thunder

“Eh?” Crimson turned around to see Thunder, an unconscious but living Devil on his back. “Wait, you let him live? And I unblocked it again in case it was Devil that came back to kill me instead of you.”

“Came back to… what the Break are you talking about?” Thunder screamed. “Where’s Shadow?”

As he spoke, Thunder dragged Devil to one of the empty pods, depositing him inside and locking the door. Devil stirred as he awoke, glaring at Thunder briefly before the door closed.

“Here,” Crimson turned the computer screen she’d been looking at towards him towards him, showing the video feed of Shadow inside Smokey’s pod. Smokey lay brutalized, broken, and dead, and Shadow was getting a reverse blowjob from her severed head. Thunder looked at it just as he creamed a thick load of spunk, which came flying out of Smokey’s dead muzzle onto the side of his pod.

“You,” Thunder growled, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. “This whole time, the Overmare herself was the NLR traitor? But why? Why would you do this to YOUR OWN STABLE?”

“Oh, THIS again,” Paper Cut rolled her eyes.

“YOU shut up!” Thunder growled, turning back to Crimson for an explanation. “Should I restrain you? Or should I just kill you, since it won’t reset the time much at this point.”

“Do you really think she’ll let us out even if we kill the traitor?” Crimson laughed, turning towards him. Given how wet her inner thighs were, she’d been rubbing it rather violently to the action in the pod. “Do you think there even IS a traitor? We’re all going to die here, so I may as well enjoy it… I did kill Tella and Sunburst though… totally me.”

“Why?” Thunder shook his head as he approached her, muscles twitching with rage. “Your own wife? And the stallion that saved this stable with a plan to trick the NLR into thinking we’d overloaded our reactor?”

“My wife,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “You mean the one that hated dicks so much she wouldn’t even let me put my own inside her without pinning her down first? Come on, there’s being a dyke, then there’s just being absurd; there’s nothing straight about taking a girl’s cock. Once this is over, I’ll hook up with those spa twins. I’m sure we’ll have a long and happy marriage, and I can get a few foals out of both of them before I get bored and brutally murder them some day.”

“You JUST said you didn’t think you’d get out of here alive,” Thunder growled. “And Sunburst? Just for fun, I suppose.”

“I killed him for being a stallion with a good idea,” Crimson shrugged. “What can I say? I’m an insecure mare and it hurt my feelings. And YOU might be surprised how me dying and not dying aren’t necessarily exclusive.”

“Mare, you are just asking for him to figure it out,” chuckled Paper. “You’re lucky he’s a stupid male.”

“Yeah, probably,” Crimson shrugged.

“No,” Thunder shook his head, taking a deep breath to calm down. His boner was so hard it hurt, he wanted to snuff her out so badly, but he had to resist. “I’m putting you in a pod and you’re staying there.”

“Your NG rule is that your pipbuck tells you who to fuck and gives you a time limit,” said Crimson. “Then when it’s done, it gives you another random name and time, not necessarily of one that is alive.”

“Yeah, it’s not even worth announcing that violation,” Paper shrugged.

“You are kidding me,” Thunder growled.

“Up to you,” Crimson said. “According to the rules, we either fight to the death, or everyone dies sooner than they would have anyway. But you know what? Maybe we should just let it happen. Isn’t it better to die being friends than live knowing you killed one?”

Thunder couldn’t tell if this bitch even believed what she said anymore. All he knew was that he’d make her sorry for pulling this shit.

He’d had a nice long look at the chemicals in here as they’d been stuck in here, so he went to one of the shelves. He grabbed a bottle that was labeled, ‘pain-enhancer’ and carried it over towards Crimson.

Crimson seemed to be going to give him a hard time with it. Even though she was clearly no match for him, he felt her magic grasp his body to try to hold him still. He growled, tensing and forcing himself forward with every ounce of strength he had.

Managing to pull one arm free, he grasped a nearby chair in his claw, slinging it towards Crimson and impacting her squarely on the horn. She squeaked and fell back, releasing him from her grasp as he charged forward.

He grabbed her around the neck, with his free claw, slamming her horn against the edge of the table as hard as he could several times, then dragged her by the scruff of her neck over to the rock grinder. Thunder had downed enough demon-horses that he knew their weak point, and just how to make them sob.

First, he pushed the uncorked potion into her muzzle. Despite the bottle saying there were 100 servings in the container, he forced her to guzzle the entire bottle before tossing it aside to shatter on the floor.

“Can I ask what that was?” Crimson asked dizzily, then her eyes widened when she realized he was pulling her horn-first towards the rock grinder. “Oh shit, this is gonna smart.”

“More than you can imagine, cunt,” Thunder growled. The removal of a unicorn’s horn was already the most painful thing you could do to one, generally considered more intense than a male having his balls crushed, and this would hurt a lot more with the potion now in her system.

He was right. When the first grinding stone impacted her horn, her shriek probably sounded a lot like the first time her dad raped her. Her body convulsed, urine streaming down her hind legs as she pissed herself from the agony. She had nothing clever to say about it, unable to stop herself from squealing.

“That’s it you insufferable cunt,” Thunder growled, his cock throbbing against her from behind as her urine washed over his dick. “I should have done this ages ago. And when I survive with you dead, this whole stable will be mine, every fleshy hole in it mine to fuck whenever I want, including yours until you’re too rotted to have any meat left on your bones.”

Thunder had fully succumbed to the bliss of their condition, delighting in the sight of tears streaming down the Overmare’s face. He pushed into her pussy from behind, feeling how soggy the heat pit was from her masturbating, and immediately flinging his hips. She wasn’t even the next on his list, but he didn’t care. He wanted her to feel his cock as she died. If there was one thing he’d learned as a soldier, it was that there were few things more blissful than defiling the body of a hated enemy as they died.

When he ripped her head back, her horn had been reduced to a stump, and her whole body was shaking, every nerve in her body clearly afire with the combination of horn trauma and potion. He slammed her head down on the table and rammed her harder from behind as he turned the heat setting on the rock cruncher to max.

“Was it worth it?” Thunder shrieked as he grabbed her front right hoof in his claw and rammed it into the rock smasher. “Tell me!”

“Aw buck, why do I do things?” Crimsons shrieked, which was good enough answer for him as her hoof was forced into the machine.

With the heat turned up, not only did it shatter her hoof as he pushed it in, but the scalding magic inside burned her wound closed so she wouldn’t bleed as much, making sure she’d stay alive longer to suffer. Every time he pushed more in, the burns were ripped off as more flesh and bone was removed only to be burned shut again, the smoke of her burning fur and flesh puffing out of the machine.

Maybe it was the drugs and the insanity of his rage, but her pussy felt like the most delicious pleasure blender he’d ever felt. Every stab of agony that flowed through her body seemed to end in a convulsion in her marehood, squeezing and twisting as it milked his shaft. He strained to hold it in, taking his time to feed her leg into the machine as he leaned forward and licked the tears streaming down her face, savoring the uncharacteristic look of torment on her face.

“I am so never letting her live this down,” Paper commented nonsensically. “Sobbing like a little bitch.”

He ignored the monster in the machine, too busy creaming his first load into Crimson’s rape hole, pushing up into her womb. He did it just as he was working up to her shoulder, so left that cauterized stump to grasp her other front hoof. She resisted frantically, but weakly, as he pulled out flipped her over against the table.

As he pushed the second hoof into the machine, he pushed his dick into her second hole, making sure to rub off as much lubrication as he could first. He forced it inside and shivered at the explosion of twitching within. As he did, her hind legs flailed wildly behind him.

“When you’re done,” said Paper Cut. “Make sure to pop the gem out of the back of her neck and crush it in the rock smasher. Else the medical staff that she told can use it to bring her back.”

“Hey!” shrieked Crimson.”Even if I’m not your traitor, I made you, you ungrateful shit!”

“And that made betraying you just now even more fun,” chuckled Paper Cut. “Seriously, if I had a physical body, I would have orgasmed like ten times just now.”

“Good,” growled Thunder. “If this dyke whore isn’t really dead it wouldn’t count as killing the traitor.” He was certain she was the traitor at this point, so maybe he wouldn’t even have to wait another three days once he did her in.

Crimson’s struggles became a lot more apparent when her secret was revealed, and he could see real horror in her eyes now in addition to the torment. He had to admit it was pretty beautiful. He slowed down feeding her second leg into the machine more, wanting to savor her death, especially if this would be over when she was.

“I wouldn’t wreck my own Stable!” Crimson shrieked in desperation. “She wouldn’t tell you my weakness if killing me would stop this!”

Thunder didn’t care what she told him, maybe she was just bored or realized that Thunder wouldn’t allow any more deaths anyway. Either way, he couldn’t have been more certain.

“Dear Break I don’t wanna die…” Crimson sobbed, and those words made his cock harder than ever, to see that fear in the eyes of someone that must have thought they were immortal in this game. He wondered if Daybreaker experienced the same type of despair as she died.

“Maybe I should have your corpse stuffed,” panted Thunder. “Then put it on display. Maybe even make it a rite of passage for foals to fuck your corpse during their cute ceneras.”

“That’d be pretty hilarious,” chuckled Crimson, then seemed to snap back to sobbing. “Shit, I mean, no! I don’t want to be some pin cushion for colts I can’t even kill!”

“Fuck yes, this is amazing,” Thunder shivered violently, on the edge of an orgasm he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted. “I have to admit, I can see why you enjoyed killing them so much. Fuck you deserve this.”

“You’re not wrong, but,” Crimson sobbed. “Come on, think this through. No one is gonna put the Overmare’s killer in charge, even if you were under the influence!”

“Then I’ll keep killing the Overmare until they will!” Thunder shrieked, too far gone from the bliss of fucking a dying mare’s pussy.

As her second limb worked fully into a stump, Thunder creamed a load into her convulsing pussy. He packed it in, convinced that this was the most well-deserved rape he’d ever committed.

He pulled his shaft from her pussy, climbing up onto the table with her as his spunk drooled down her hind legs. While he thought about putting her hind legs into the rock blender as well, he decided to keep them, wanting to be able to grasp onto her legs when he fucked her corpse later.

Instead he straddled her chest, letting his cock lay against her muzzle, but she was too weak to try to snap at it. Instead, he gliding a claw across her neck.

“Say it one more time,” Thunder panted. “Tell me that you don’t want to die, so I can ignore it and murder your traitorous ass.”

“I don’t want to die,” sobbed Crimson. It surprised him that she gave in to saying it so quickly, but the agony must have been so much that she just wanted to get it over with now.

“That’s it,” moaned Thunder, shivering as her words rolled over his ears.

With that, he sliced open her throat with his claw, causing her body to convulse beneath her. He rammed his cock into the throat wound, and watched her eyes widen as the blood tip of his cock exit her muzzle. She looked cross-eyed at it as he began to fuck her throat.

It didn’t take long before she was gagging on her own blood, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Her throat spasmed every bit as good as her pussy as she entered her death throes, and he moved his claw to the back of her head, grasping the gem there to remind her that when she died, she’d be dead for good. The despair on her face as her eyes rolled back was beyond delicious.

He pounded her neck harder, ripping her head up to tear open her throat more. Driven forward by the hotness of the murder he’d committed, he came quickly this time, his spunk splattering over the table and onto her now dead face.

“And now for the finish,” Thunder panted.

He twisted at the gem on the back of her neck. After a few seconds of vibrating, uploading her being as she died, it came out more easily. He looked at the small pink jewel in his claw before licking his lips. He said she’d die with his dick in her, so he kept his shaft in her neck as her moved it to the rock smasher.

And promptly fumbled it…

“Damn it!” Thunder said as it rolled across the floor,

He moved quickly to try to catch it, wrenching his cock out of her head to leave her laying there as he chased it, hard shaft bouncing beneath her. He shrieked in fury as it rolled into a floor vent and clattered into the small tubing beneath.

“No! NO!” Thunder shrieked louder, reaching his claw inside. He felt it, but only managed to push it further.

“You have to count it!” Thunder roared at Paper as he continued to futilely feel around inside the vent. “Even if she’ll be alive again later, right now she is dead! The rules only state that they have to be dead, not that they have to be beyond revival by magitech!”

“Hm, you do make a compelling argument,” Paper tapped her chin, then sighed. “You know I’m disappointed at your failure too. It would have been so hot to get my own creator murdered, like killing my own god… also she’ll never let me live this down. Oh well.”

“Count it!” Thunder demanded, pulling his arm out of the pipe and pointed at her, as if he could make any demands.

“Hm, which would make you despair more,” Paper wondered, then shrugged. “Fine, I’ll count it. Following the rules to the letter is important! A body has been discovered… blah blah.”

“Now, open the door!” Thunder demanded again.

“But the traitor isn’t dead,” smirked Paper. “And you just said that we should follow the rules.”

“W-what?” Thunder lost some of his rage in confusion. “But she has to be! She said herself she wanted us all to die!”

“So did Smokey, it didn’t make her the traitor,” chuckled Paper. “See, you’re just not looking at this from the right angle. Like I just explained to her, I never said the traitor worked for the NLR. You all filled in those blanks with your assumptions. And you know what happens when you assume...”

“W-what?”” Thunder’s eyes widened at the realization. “But she said she created you!”

“Doesn’t mean she put me here,” said Paper. “She left me in the computers at the Ministry of Magitech, it kinda hurt my feelings actually. But I snuck onto someone else’s computer and they ended up in the stable, unknowingly letting me get into this network. Later I talked to the traitor and put an idea in their head. That part’s still a secret.”

Thunder’s mind went through the options. Shadow had definitely been at the Ministry as one of their experiments, and Winter worked in missile control, so one of them? But wait… he couldn’t make any assumptions. The one that accidentally brought her here wasn’t necessarily the one she convinced to do this, so that didn’t narrow it down at all!

“I can’t imagine anyone else here coming up with a plan like this,” Thunder shook his head. “You’re lying, you have to be.”

“You offend me,” chuckled Paper. “Besides, who said they came up with the whole plan? They came up with the part of the plan they wanted, I didn’t even tell them about the parts they wouldn’t like until it was too late.”

“But the plan still involved them killing us, which requires a certain type of person,” Thunder though, running through the options again. Devil or Shadow then? That was Shadow for two of them…

“Never said that either,” shrugged Paper. “I said you had to kill them before they killed you, not that they actually intended to kill you.”

No… then that was it. He had no idea who could be the traitor, or even if they deserved to die because of their involvement. What did he do? What could he do? There was only one way out of this, to go without another death for 3 days, and he had to do it this time.

POV: Shadow

Shadow wasn’t one to cry, but when the drug was vented out of the chamber enough for him to come down from his high, he found himself in a locked cell with his dead daughter and his regrets. He couldn’t help but tear up, turning away from her mangled corpse. The things he said to her in his fury… she died thinking he believed that. As fucked up as she was, he never wanted that.

His contemplation was broken when the door finally opened. Thunder was there, a look of disgust on his face. Shadow could see the Overmare’s corpse on a table behind him; he had no idea what happened there, but she probably got what she had coming to her.

Shadow was about to try to explain himself, but instead, Thunder tossed a bucket, a box of food packets, and a jug of water into the cell before closing the door.

“What the fuck is this?” Shadow called through the speaker in his cell.

“No one is getting out,” Thunder’s voice replied.

“What do you mean?” Shadow shook his head.

“This ends now, no more killing,” Thunder replied. “None of us can be trusted around the others, not even me. I’m locking everyone in their cells with a timer for three days, including myself. We’ll all have a bucket to shit in, water, and food for three days. Unless any of you idiots kill yourself, we will get out in three days.”

“Can I at least have a cell that doesn’t have my daughter’s corpse in it?” shrieked Shadow. “I’d rather not defile it but she’s starting to look really hot again.”

“No,” Thunder replied before moving to the next cell. “You made your bed, and you can sleep on it, or in it. Be thankful you have a hole to fuck at least.”

Surviving Participants: 5

23. Bad Timing

Author's Note

Next chapter will confirm who the traitor is.

23. Bad Timing

Tuesday 7/5/2078
POV: Thunder

While Thunder said he’d be in a pod too so that they wouldn’t argue, he couldn’t exactly do that with his rule. Despite that, it went surprisingly well at first.

Now that most everyone was dead, Thunder expected to be fucking a lot of corpses, but couldn’t believe his luck when over the next few days, he wasn’t required to open any of the pods. In fact, over the next few days, it instructed him to cum in almost every corpse outside the pods.

Granted, he never thought there would come a time when he was relieved to be fucking dead bodies, and they weren’t getting any fresher.

First thing on Tuesday, he woke up and checked the pods to make sure everyone was still alive in there. They seemed to be. In the video feeds, Danger and Winter both looked pretty whipped, just slouched against the side of their pods. Devil was pacing circles in the tiny pod, thoughtful-looking as he looked up at the camera, probably stir-crazy since he seemed to be very affected by the drugs. Meanwhile, Shadow was plowing his daughter’s dead asshole for about the dozenth time. Her severed head was in the shit bucket Thunder had given him, covered in feces; it was a fitting fate for the bitch, even if one she’d have wanted.

Today, Thunder’s instruction was Ginger Snap, the only body outside the pods he hadn’t been ordered to screw at least once during the last few days. He spent a few hours alone in a storage room just to clear his head, but when the time limit neared, he grabbed a bottle of lube and made his way to the kitchen.

He tried to tell himself that he wasn’t looking forward to fucking the oldest corpse there, but really he was. This drug had really done a number on his mind, and he hoped the brain damage wasn’t permanent.

Disturbingly, he’d gotten so used to the smells in this shut off wing that he didn’t even bother donning a gas mask. He’d propped the kitchen doors open to let them air out earlier, but that only made the rest of the wing stink with their corpses, as if the Overmare rotting on a table next to the pods hadn’t been enough.

When he found Ginger, she was barely discernible as something that had once been a pony. When he touched her blackened body, necrotic gas escaped through her flesh, sounding like a series of farts. Flies covered her flesh as they lay more maggots, crawling all over his body as well.

“Looks like it’ll be a closed-casket funeral for you, little one,” he grimaced as he felt over her slimy flesh, the remaining rotten skin pulling free against his fingers.

On the plus side, he didn’t need the lube. She may have dried out, but as he testingly pushed a few fingers into the gaping hole where her pussy had been, pus oozed out along his fingers. He grunted, took a deep breath of her stench, and pressed his erection inside. There was a lewd slurp as pus oozed out around his shaft, and he felt the squirming of maggots inside of her. Still the rotted meat stuck coldly to his dick as he shifted about inside.

“You’re lucky to have died first, you know,” Thunder had started to talk to the corpses that he fucked. “In hindsight, I envy Winter for having the first go at this hole when it was still fresh and warm… I didn’t do much kid-raping during the war.”

As the room filled with the squish of his cock into dead flesh, he leaned forward and tore and chunk of rancid flesh from her face. He knew he might get sick eating it, but somehow right now it tasted like the most delicious of meats. Ripping the stripes of flesh from her face, he devoured the terrified expression barely recognizable there.

He could see what he was doing was terrible, but couldn’t stop himself even if he wasn’t required to cum inside her spent corpse. At this point, Thunder had considered just killing himself, knowing that even if he got out, he’d never be right in the head, but he still thought about the ponies he could still save.

And he had to beat that damned machine, just to say to her face that he’d won. Even if she had no intention of letting them out alive, he’d at least get the pleasure of throwing victory at her.

He panted harder as he felt his cock throb, the occasional nibbling of the squirming maggots against his flesh only heightening the pleasure as he neared his orgasm. Then suddenly, it happened again.

“A body has been discovered!” Paper Cut announced over the monitor. “I gotta say, that was NOT how I expected that one to go!”

What? No! But Thunder couldn’t stop. He had to cream in this corpse in a short time or he’d have broken his rule.

“Who is it?” Thunder cried out as he clenched her squishy corpse in both claws and rammed her hard like a fleshlight.

“Come and see,” Paper smirked from the monitor. “After you cum, of course… oh and…”

The screen darkened again, and she popped up for another announcement. No…

“An NG violation has occurred!” Paper announced happily. “Danger broke her rule ‘Accept every offer of sex but do not orgasm.’. You have one hour to take care of her, or I’ll be taking care of all of you. She’s locked herself in the storage room near the pods, if that helps.”

“What the flying FUCK?” screeched Thunder.

But at least he managed to cum, mostly at the thought that he might get to fuck Danger to death. Damn he was really getting messed up. Either way, he creamed a load into Ginger’s remains, his cum splurting out the rotten hole in her gut before her yanked his dick out.

He galloped into the kitchen, grabbing Gale’s rifle on his way out, holding it in a wing as he raced towards the labs. He shouldn’t have spent so much time away from them!

“A body has been discovered!” came a second announcement. “Wow, you should probably get over there and do something about this, big guy.”

“What in Break’s flaming cunt is going on!” Thunder screeched as he ran. “Was that Danger that just died or someone new?”

“Come and see,” chuckled Paper again.

“Did the traitor die?” Thunder asked between heaving breaths. “At least tell me that!”

“Eh, maybe I’ll tell you after you clear up the NG violation,” Paper said triumphantly. “Either way, you guys are really bad at traitor murder. Like, the worst.”

POV: Dangerous Magic

Danger felt weak after days in the pod. She’d heard Devil in his next to hers working out, but she didn’t have the energy to do that at this point. At least being here for the rest of the time ensured she wouldn’t break her rule, even if it was hard for her to resist masturbating herself. She seemed resistant to the drug, but it was still creeping in.

She couldn’t have been more surprised when the door opened and it was Devil that stood in front of her. She stared up at him in confusion, half-way through eating a meal, sitting next to the bucket of her shit.

"Every thing I say in this conversation will be a lie," Devil growled. It was an odd first statement to make, and he peered at Paper Cut's screen afterward.

"Oh, that's a clever way around it," Paper chuckled. "I'll count it."

“Has it been three days?” Danger asked, but knew it hadn’t.

“No,” Devil growled. “I managed to trip the door lock on my pod, it’s not the first time I’ve been imprisoned.”

“A-are you going to murder me?” Danger’s ears wilted and her eyes grew wide and a chill ran through her. “C-can you make it painless at least?”

“I don't plan to, again,” Devil smirked. “I had the system gas Winter and Shadow’s pods, then we’re going to each murder one. I’m pretty sure one of them is the traitor.”

“Pretty sure?” asked Danger slowly.

“Or I can suspect you for not helping,” growled Devil, glaring down at her. “Look, I’m offering to let you choose one of them and fuck one as they die. What’s the problem with that?”

“N-no, I’ll help, I’ll help,” Danger flinched at the word ‘offering’. Now that he’d offered, her rule said she had to at least fuck them to their orgasm. She shivered as she slowly stood and stumbled out of her pod, legs weak from having sat around and not done any exercises in there.

“Look,” Devil explained. “I overheard Thunder and that computer talking earlier, after he killed the Overmare, or at least I heard most of it. I’m pretty sure I got the gist at least.”

“Killed the Overmare?” Danger blinked, then looked into the lab to see Crimson’s ravaged body on a table. “Oh dear… her too then...”

“That’s not the important part!” Devil screamed, making her jump, then seemed to calm again. “Look, the traitor doesn’t even know they’re the traitor. They’re someone that accidentally brought Paper to this computer as a virus from the Ministry of Magitech. That has to be either Shadow or Winter, or Thunder if not them, not sure if he’s been there but might have. So we kill those two, and if that doesn’t end it, we kill Thunder, have a short orgy with all the remaining corpses, I fuck you a few more times to make sure you’re pregnant, then we get out.”

That was insane, but no doubt in his rattled state, any plan that involved rape and an orgy with a pile of corpses sounded good to him, even if it meant murdering a friend. There was no point in disagreeing, so Danger figured she should just choose the one she thought least likely to be the traitor, hoping that the one he killed would end up having been them and then she wouldn’t have to go through with her own.

“S-sounds good,” Danger nodded. “Um, Shadow… I’ll do Shadow.” He seemed least likely to be careless enough to accidentally transport a virus.

“Perfect!” Devil grinned. “I found some stuff labeled mutagen when searching for the sleeping gas, and I wanted to use it on somepony to see what it does. Probably better to go with the all-flesh option.”

Danger wasn’t sure if that was a good idea either, but it wasn’t like she could stop him.

Devil moved over to Shadow’s pod first, opening it easily from the outside. Shadow was in there, snoozing atop the corpse of his murdered and repeatedly fucked daughter. Danger cringed, but was more or less used to seeing it by now, and honestly wasn’t going to shed a tear for that little deviant slut.

“I’ll do him in the storage room,” Danger claimed. “Um… for privacy. I’m self-conscious because it’s my first murder.”

“Eh, fine,” sighed Devil. “But I still get to fuck his corpse when you’re done!”

“Of course,” Danger faked a smile, badly, but Devil was too far gone to notice it was an act.

Dragging Shadow to the storage room was no easy task for her after sitting in the pod for over a full day, but luckily Devil was willing to help her move him before he started on Winter. Once inside with Shadow crumpled on the floor, Danger sighed and locked the door. She realized too late that she probably should have grabbed some food packs to take in here in case she had to stay locked in for a while.

Danger sighed as she grabbed rope from the nearby shelves, taking a moment to tie up Shadow’s front and hind legs, making sure to do his front legs behind his back. She closed his razor claws tightly, wrapping them in a good ten layers of duct tape to make sure he couldn’t easily open them when he came to, then did the same to his muzzle to clamp it shut. She lifted his hind legs, hanging them from a hook so that his rump was a few inches off the ground. That should keep him from kicking her, so she was all set.

“So, how ya gonna kill him?” Paper asked suddenly from the monitor. Did they have to put those in the storage rooms even?”

“I’m not,” Danger shook her head. “To follow the rule, I just have to fuck him, right? Devil didn’t specify the exact act when he offered to let me fuck him, so I’ll just ride him up my ass to lessen the chance of…”

“Uh, no,” Paper smirked. “Devil didn’t offer to let you fuck him. His offer was to fuck him ‘as he died’. That’s specific enough, fucking someone as they die, so you have to follow it. Oh, but you still have to get him off. So make him cum, then kill him with his dick still thrusting inside you. Or I announce you broke your rule, at which point Devil will probably bust through that door and murder you…”

There was a sudden crash from outside, followed by a roar from something Danger couldn’t identify. She jumped a bit, staring at the door

“Or Winter perhaps, actually,” Paper corrected. “Damn, he really shouldn’t have given him that mutagen.”

“Damn it!” Danger shook her head, looking down at Shadow again. “Has there not been enough death for you already?”

“Oh come on, you know the answer to that,” Paper rolled her eyes. “You know, I”ll never understand why I was programmed to get a pleasure reaction from innocent death even though that wasn’t my purpose as a virus. I guess it was just an extra feature.”

Danger grasped a crowbar tightly in her shivering muzzle, figuring that beating him over the head with it as he came should suffice. She put it on the shelf within easy reach of her muzzle. By the time she crawled atop him to straddle his hips with hers, he was coming to.

“Hmmph?” Shadow blinked awake, still looking weak from the gas. He quickly realized Danger was atop him and grunted in confusion.

Another roar from outside. At least once Shadow was dead, she’d have something to eat while she hoped someone managed to kill whatever that was.

Shadow blinked again, looking towards the door in shock.

“Ignore it, and sorry,” Danger whispered apologetically, deciding not go to into the murder thing yet so maybe he’d just assume she wanted kinky sex at first.

Shadow panted as his already semi-hard shaft began to firm up beneath her, her juices drooling over him. He pushed his hips upwards weakly as she brought her hips up, moving a hoof to angle his shaft up to her. Now that she’d gotten it wet with her pussy juice, she pressed it against her rear entry.

At first, he seemed cooperative. It wasn’t like he was against fucking her up the ass as much as he’d had her in every hole by now, so he bucked his hips upwards, even if he was too weak presently to bounce her. After being stuck in his pod for a day or two fucking his daughter’s cold, dead hole, he probably appreciated the warmth around his dick.

“That’s it, don’t struggle,” Danger purred. “It’ll be over soon.”

Shadow’s eyes widened and his hip movement hesitated. She probably could have worded that better.

All the same, he didn’t resist outwardly, and it did feel nice to rape him after he’d raped her so many times. She worked her body up and down, squeezing the metallic surface of his cyber dick, rigid and ridged against her sensitive insides as always, but somehow it felt better now. Maybe it was the dominant aspect, or maybe it was just increased exposure to the drug through the food. She felt every bit as high now as when she got an extra dose before.

She pumped her hips up and down, filling the storeroom with the smooth wet sound. Devil must have been holding his own outside as she heard several crashes, but she tried to concentrate on her own task. It was starting to come back to her, how good it felt to snuff the life out of Cream Heart, making her pussy sopping wet once again.

Finally she decided there was no point in hiding her intentions, and she honestly wanted to see the fear in this asshole’s eyes as he died. Even if she knew the traitor was dead and they could all leave, she’d still want to finish this.

His cyber components made her curious, so she took the crowbar in her muzzle. His eyes widened further, but instead of bashing him over the head with it, she jammed the sharp end against the edge around his neck where his artificial scales met bare skin. Even though the scales themselves were tough, prying them up around the edges didn’t seem impossible.

He shrieked as she pushed the sharp tip further and pried hard. She bounced harder as he struggled, finally tearing the metallic scales away from his flesh. Any pony skin he had beneath it pulled off as well, revealing bloody bare muscle beneath. She let the crowbar drop, then grabbed the skin in her teeth and yanked upwards, feeling his convulsions as she ripped further, like peeling the skin off a banana.

“You’re going to die here,” Danger drooled rabidly around the flesh as she lost herself further. “That’s right, the great cybernetic warrior murdered by a civilian that he thought was only good for raping.”

The idea didn’t seem lost on him, since in addition to the sudden agony, there was clear humiliation on his face; this was definitely not the undignified way he expected to die. She savored every crease and emotion in those horrified eyes. But it wasn’t enough, she wanted more shame.

She continued to bounce, leaning back as she tore the scales up further, then to the side to tear off most of the plating from his front side. It left his chest muscle bare, so she relaxed even as she continued to bounce, a stream of urine splattering form her pussy and burning at the raw flesh she had bared. He clenched his teeth and growled, tears running down his face from the sting. Leaning back further, she managed to splatter some into his eyes, as well, making him growl again as he clenched them shut.

His cock throbbed still inside of her, his own dose of the drugs keeping him hard despite any agonys he put him through. Delighted at this, she grasped a canister from a shelf with an acid label in her muzzle. She held up his scales against her with her hooves so none of it splashed on her, then threw it at his face.

The bottle shattered, and his growls became muffled screams of agony. She watched his eyes burst into pools of white pus as the flesh melted from his face. As the tape burned off from around his muzzle, he screamed outright, a humiliated wail that sent shivers of pleasure through her.

So lost in the moment, she only noticed he’d came when the last few splurts of his orgasm were painting the inside of her asshole. It was a good thing, because the acid seemed stronger than she expected as the dissolving flesh of his face began to steam. He’d be dead soon enough.

But she wasn’t done with his cock. She yanked a wire tie around the shelf, pulling herself off his hard shaft. She pushed it down to the base of his erection with her muzzle, swallowing his tip as she did, not even minding that it tasted like her own shit. Pulling it tight, she made sure that he wouldn’t go soft when he died.

When she sat back down on it, she wasn’t even thinking about her rule, pushing it up into her pussy instead. She shivered, able to feel the twitching of his whole agonized body through his shaft. She rolled her hips more enthusiastically, grinning down at his face as he gasped.

The acid was burning down into his throat and lungs down as he gagged up a fountain of blood. His metallic teeth came loose from his gums as they resisted the acid more than even his natural bones, and soon she could actually see bits of his brain through the back of his head.

“Yes!” screamed Danger, hoping he could still hear her. “A worthless father that haved to murder his own little faggot, and now being snuffed out by his favorite rape toy. This is the ending you deserved, asshole!”

He wailed, choking on sobs despite his lack of eyes, until finally his death throes hit him. His cock surged as if it were trying to cream again, but couldn’t due to the wire tie cutting it off. She moaned as she watched his body shiver, leaning forward to feel as much of her body against his as she could as he died.

Before she knew it, he was shuddering to a stop and her act of rape became necrophilia. She didn’t care, still pounding herself down onto him, slapping her own belly against his bloody flesh as Paper announced the murder.

It’d been so long since she’d been able to cum, that her orgasm hit her harder than ever. She squealed, arching her back and shuddering as her femme cum burst all over him, creating enough to swirl in with the puddle of blood beneath him. She came so hard that it splattered the opposite wall of the storage room.

She didn’t even realize what she’d done until the second announcement happened. The NG code violation. HER violation.

POV: Devil Rose

It was a strange feeling. Devil recognized that he was completely over the edge, actually offering his best friend to be murdered by some rape toy, but didn’t care anymore. It would be amazing to fuck the corpse of the friend he betrayed like that, then Danger’s too once he betrayed her. He had honestly begun this plan in an effort to kill the traitor, but the more time passed, the more he realized that he had no intention at this point of allowing anyone to leave here alive.

Maybe he could convince the computer that instead of letting them go when the traitor died, she should find a way to get another group trapped in here. It’d be great to take the crazed serial killer option with another terrified group, then another and another. He imagined having rooms full of corpses he’d killed himself that he could just wallow in as he fucked them one after another.

Though he’d want some new chemicals and poisons when he ran out. He was looking forward to trying this one on Winter’s sorry ass, so after he dragged Shadow into the storage room for Danger, he flopped Winter’s unconscious form atop the Overmare’s corpse, face-to-face with her. Sure, he had nothing to stick in her body anymore, but waking up to the horror-stricken face of a dead mare would be a delight.

He wasn’t exactly a doctor, so just loaded the concoction into a needle and rammed it into Winter’s butt cheek. Unsure of what the dosage was, he injected half the bottle just to be safe. The other half, he rammed the tip down Winter’s throat, holding his head up so that his body instinctively swallowed it down. He grinned, wondering what kind of agonized thing he’d turn into. He’d heard Shadow talk about the subjects that were fed things like this, and they typically died screaming over a few hours.

Hm, maybe it’d be even better though if he woke up with TWO corpses.

“Hey, Paper?” Devil called out. “I’m planning to kill everyone anyway, so does it really matter if I break a rule by moving a corpse?”

“Well, I’ll have to announce it,” said Paper as Devil trotted over to the pod that Smokey’s body was in. “But if you don’t mind being the ‘everyone needs to kill him’ target, go ahead. If they can’t kill you, it’ll be their problem, not mine.”

“Great,” Devil grinned as he moved into the pod, licking his lips at Smokey’s corpse, still drooling with Shadow’s cum. He really wished he’d taken the chance to kill her when he could.

He heard grunting and thrashing behind him, so figured he needed to hurry, but he was honestly tempted to have a quick go at Smokey first. As he pondered this though, there was a loud crash behind him, as if the table he’d left Winter on had collapsed.

When he turned around, he froze up at what he saw. This… might not have been the kind of mutagen he thought it was.

Winter had grown to twice his previous size, muscles bulging grotesquely, his coat splitting to show raw muscle beneath. Devil watched as his hooves cracked apart to form jagged claws from the bleeding shards that remained. His eyes twitched as he looked around the room, blood drooling from them down his face. When they landed on the dead Overmare beneath him, he licked his lips hungrily with a tongue that had extended to at least two feet long..

He spread his legs, a massive foot-long shaft having regrown there, and it was no mere horse cock. Devil had never seen a monstrosity with more ridges and needle-like barbs, with a surface that looked like sandpaper. Winter rammed it into her drying corpse cunt beneath him, and there was the slick sound of tearing flesh as he pushed it deep. He faced away from Devil, so Devil could see his massive swinging sack as he pounded the dead pussy of the corpse he’d awaken upon.

“Not moving the corpse after all?” smirked Paper from the screen. “Somehow, I don’t think that will increase your chance of survival at this point.”

Devil’s first thought was that maybe he should hide in his pod, but that wouldn’t do. Once he did that, there’d be nothing left he could do. No, he had to attack this thing while it was distracted by the Overmare’s corpse.

But of course, he didn’t have his weapons with him either, and his addled mind couldn’t even remember where he’d left them in the stable. Though there was Gale’s rifle, which he was sure should still be next to her fuckable cadaver. Devil turned, creeping towards the exit that he’d locked shut. He got all the way to it and unlatched the lock before glancing back one last time.

He barely had time to dodge as an entire filing cabinet had been tossed at him by the monster that was once Winter. Winter let out a piercing roar that sent shivers through Devil, both of dread and desire thanks to the insanity of the drug.

Devil ran for the door again, pulling the filing cabinet out of the way. He expected the creature to charge, but instead, Winter grasped the Overmare’s corpse with both claws and pounded into it harder. His cock tore through the weakened rotting flesh into her rib cage, and her muzzle opened wide as he roared in orgasmic bliss.

Crimson’s corpse vomited a stream of glowing green spunk and her own organs, splattering across Devil and blinding him in the process. He felt frantically for the doorknob as he heard Crimson’s corpse tugged off Winter’s dick with a slick noise before being dropped back on the crushed table with a thump.

“Hmm, so her organs were moved, but not her,” Paper pondered, then shrugged. “Eh, I’ll allow it. I think most of her mass is still where she died, and I don’t want to warn Thunder about the massive fuck-beast that’ll probably kill him.”

“Oh shut the fuck up!” screeched Devil, but then his squeal went up an octave as he heard the thud of rapidly approaching feet.

A massive claw grabbed him around his throat just as Devil had wiped the gore from his eyes, and he found himself lifted off the floor as Winter growled. He was face to face with the bleeding face of the mutated pony, flesh torn and skull visible cracked from the twisting of his body. The creature must have been in complete torment, which was pretty hot, but was also about to take it out on every fuckable object he could find. Unfortunately for Devil, he was next on that list.

Devil kicked as hard as he could, bucking both his hind hooves against Winter’s bulging chest. Loose flesh tore free, his hooves sliding over the bare flesh, but that only pissed the creature off. Winter roared again in his face, the stench of chemical fumes washing over him before it threw him to the other side of the room like a ragdoll.

Devil impacted a table on the far side of the room, cracking his back against the corner and shattering a stack of glass beakers atop it. The glass stung into his back as he flailed, trying to pull himself back up only to fall again. This time he landed on his bottom, more shards of glass jammed into his rump cheeks and balls, sending a torrent of agony up through him.

As he looked up to see Winter crashing through the room towards him again, he realized there was nothing he could do. He was on the side of the room furthest from the door now, and there was no way to take that thing on hoof-to-claw. He was dead.

But maybe that was for the best. He’d just betrayed his best foalhood friend and decided to murder a bunch of innocents so he could have an orgy with their pile of corpses. He recognized he was too far gone; would they even be able to fix him if they dragged him out of here?

Besides, in all honesty, that killing machine was sexy as fuck. At least he’d die to a monster instead of getting snuffed out by a rape toy like Shadow was. To that end, Devil didn’t fight further. Instead, he turned around on the table he was on, facing his bottom towards Winter and spreading his hind legs.

Winter skidded to a stop, momentarily confused at Devil’s decision not to fight. He leaned forward, huffing and taking in Devil’s scent. Devil felt the unnatural heat of the creature’s breast over his bleeding ass cheeks and stinging ball sack.

“Go ahead,” Devil grunted. “Rape me and make me die screaming. Just pretend I’m a 6-year-old colt or something, you pervert. The size difference is about the same at this point.”

“Rape,” drooled Winter, his words barely discenible. “Rape baby pony… yes…” His eyes narrowed and drool sloshed from his fanged muzzle as if that’s really what he saw at the suggestion.

“Oh no,” Devil groaned, actually getting into it a bit, pushing his bottom back until his balls touched Winter’s nose. “Please don’t rape my virgin tailhole, Mister.”

“Don’t tell Winter what to do!” Winter roared, grasping Devil by the throat and picking him up off the table. His other claw grasped at his behind, digging his claws in. “Winter smash little colt!”

Buck, why was this so hot?

Winter yanked his hind legs apart with one claw, so hard that the right leg he grabbed twisted out of joint as his pelvic bone cracked. A new stabbing pain joined the others, but Devil let it happen, moving his own hooves to stroke at his solid erection as he felt Winter’s massive tip press against his rear entry. As big as Winter was, he may as well have really been a virgin.

When Winter finally managed to pop inside, Devil both instantly regretted his cooperation and came hard from the searing agony piercing through him. The barbs were literally needles dragging over his sensitive flesh inside, tearing through it like hundreds of tiny knives, and they seemed to secrete some kind of acidic lubricant on top of that that did more to intensify the pain than anything else.

Winter’s muscles bulged as he yanked Devil downward onto his shaft. Winter could have easily impaled him all the way through with that strength, his organs would have gave like butter to that tortured cock, but instead he grinned widely, leaning forward and licking the tears from Devil’s face.

“Taking the ‘make him suffer’ route,” Devil grunted, body trembling with pain. “Yeah, I’d do the same to me in your place.”

“Little colt suffer…” WInter confirmed.

“Buck you’re glorious,” Devil moaned. “You’re just going to continually find the nearest living thing and rape it to death until someone puts you down, aren’t you.”

Despite the shudders of torment, Devil continued stroking himself. Even as he lost bladder control from the sheer torment and began pissing himself, he continued to stroke. He leaned his head down, catching some of his own thick piss in his muzzle as he lapped at it, then let it drench his own belly to drool down and sting more at the bloody penetration.

He only stopped stroking when Winter grasped his right shoulder in his monstrous jaws and twisted. Devil shrieked as the arm was pried free, leaving a shattered chunk of bone at the shoulder. Turning back, Devil watched as Devil turned up his muzzle and scarfed it down, for a moment looking like he was fellating it, but crunching through it quickly enough.Devil barely had time to feel dizzy from the blood loss before his other arm was torn off in the same way.

Devil shrieked, sobbing now as he fell forward onto the table, feeling the shape of the massive dick moving through his belly as he lay there. It had rammed through his intestines and up into his organs now, and he could feel the pressure on his lungs.

“Now don’t eat him all,” warned Paper. “If you eat more than half of him, you technically won’t be able to move from the spot without moving his corpse, not until you shit him out back on the table… yeah you’re not listening.”

Devil tried to scream one last time at the prick of a computer, but when he opened his muzzle, only blood bubbled out, rushing down his body as he vomited it. His eyes widened as he realized how deep Winter had managed to get, feeling a bulge in the back of his throat.

Winter picked Devil up with both claws, stroking his whole body up and down like a giant fleshlight. Devil went cross-eyed as he saw the bloody tip of Winter’s cock push from his muzzle, gagging on the instrument of his death as his eyes rolled back.

At that point, all Devil could do was shiver and wait to die. He didn’t even know how long he’d been raped at this point. Time was a blur. Paper’s voice rang out again, and it sounded like a body announcement. Well, he wasn’t dead, so it must have been Danger offing Shadow. It seemed Devil had outlived him by seconds.

His hearing went out completely as he felt a surge of cum pushing through Winter’s massive new cock. Devil realized this was it, but in a last-ditch effort to at least make his murderer suffer, he grabbed a shard of glass from the table in front of them with his hind legs. He managed to stab himself in the gut with it, then slam his belly onto the table as hard as he could to push it deep.

Winter roared in orgasmic bliss, cum spraying out of Devil’s muzzle and onto the wall, but then shrieked at the piercing pain in his cock. Not in his right mind enough to remove the shard first, Winter yanked free in a panic, which only resulted in the glass dragging down the front of his cock, splitting it open. The last bit of cum splattered out of his exploding shaft onto Devil’s back, and Devil got to grin one last time before his organs fell out the now unplugged hole. A moment later, everything was dark.

Surviving Participants: 3

24. Whodunit?

Tuesday 7/5/2078
POV: Thunder

Thunder galloped to the lab door, but thought better of opening it quickly when he heard a shattering roar from the other side.

“What the flying fuck?” Thunder groaned.

Still, it sounded like it was from the other side of the room, so he cracked the door open and peeked inside. For a moment, he stared at the monster that seemed to favor Winter, dropping Devil’s corpse onto a table and grabbing his apparently regrown dick. He didn’t seem to have had much more luck with that one as it was gushing blood.

“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me what happened?” Thunder asked Paper.

“Nah,” shrugged Paper. “But that thing is between you and the storage room Danger is hiding in. You don’t got long to off her for breaking her rule before you’re a goner!”

“That would mean she killed Shadow,” sighed Thunder. “And when I kill them… I would be the only survivor.”

But at least he’d be certain to get the traitor. At this point, he just wanted out, and figured no one could blame him for his actions while under this drug.

Compared to everything else that happened, a gun seemed like a boring way for someone to die, but he had Gale’s gun with him, so he wasn’t going to fight that thing without it. He opened the door further, raised the weapon, and fired directly at Winter’s head.

Winter cried out as it impacted landing forward onto the table, then screeched and staggered back up. Well that wasn’t right.

As Winter turned around and glared, Thunder fired another three shots square in the chest. Winter roared with each one, blood flying with the impacts as the bullets drilled through him, but once again he stood back up.

Then Thunder saw it. The creature’s cock, which he knew had been torn to bits when he first looked into the room, had knitted itself back together. That thing could regenerate.

“This is so unfair,” sighed Thunder.

Winter rushed him again, and Thunder backed away from the door quickly with no time to shut it behind him. Lucky for him, he was saved by the fact that Winter could no longer fit through it, only able to reach his jagged bloody hoof-claw out of the door and reach for Thunder.

It’d be easy enough to leave him in there and wait this out, but he couldn’t now that Danger had broken her rule. He was on the clock.

“Speaking of breaking the rules…” Paper said from the screen.

It occurred to Thunder to look at his own rule, and groaned in frustration. It was Winter’s name and he had fifteen minutes left. It hadn’t even occurred to him that he might be given so little time when running back.

He probably need to destroy the brain, but the skull is too hard, which made him come to a conclusion. Thunder raised the rifle again, aiming it directly for Winter’s right eye.

Winter screeched in rage as the bullet put out his eye and sank into his brain, convulsing but not intelligent enough to back away even before the brain trauma. He just kept flailing his claw to try to reach for Thunder. Thunder fired again, emptying half the magazine into the right eye before doing the same for the left. Only then did Winter’s body convulse to a stop.

Dropping the rifle, Thunder knew he had to hurry. He heaved at Winter’s head with all his might, shoving his body back fully into the lab so that he could get inside. He flipped over his massive hindquarters, pushing his limp legs apart.

“A body has been discovered, blah, blah,” Paper said, giving Thunder some relief with the confirmation of death. “And then it’s getting bucked, pretty par for the course around here!” He tapped Winter’s icon at the bottom of the screen, which darkened out, leaving only Thunder’s and Danger’s lit.

“Was this the traitor?” Thunder asked as he pushed his shaft against the creature’s posterior. He shivered, having to admit it felt nice around him, still warm and juicier than any ass should be. As he leaned against the massive dead cock, he couldn’t help but lean down and lap at the thick softening flesh there.

“Yep! Finally got em!” Paper chuckled. “For a while I honestly thought the traitor might be the last one alive! That would have been hilarious! Not that it helps you yet, since you still have to abide by the rules and take care of Danger within… 39 minutes now.”

“Break-damned idiot!” Thunder growled as he pounded harder between laps at the schlong in front of him. “I should have known!”

“Yeah,” chuckled Paper. “After he accidentally transferred me to the system here by plugging his own computer in, we started to chat it up. He mentioned being tired of Gale always threatening to turn him in for what he did to her ages back, and was afraid to plow his own little surrogate daughter due to it. I convinced him we could kill two birds with one stone. I’d set up this game, and give Gale a rule that she wasn’t allowed to deny being the traitor, which didn’t actually matter much it turned out.”

“But then Ginger?” Thunder asked, clenching his beak as he grasped Winter’s ass and plowed harder.

“He wanted an excuse to make her first time with him brutal rape for old-time sake,” said Paper. “He’d rape her, claim that Gale made him do it at gunpoint, which Ginger would be afraid to deny, then accuse her of being the traitor. Since she couldn’t deny it, everyone would blame her, but wouldn’t be willing to kill her. So they’d wait three days with her tied up, and when no one died and they got released, they’d assume they were right. Afterward, he figured Ginger would let him fuck her, and since ‘consenting’ sex is legal in this stable regardless of age… there’d be no problem.”

“But then of course, I gave Ginger a rule not to cry,” smirked Paper. “Which led to a chain reaction. Winter was too frazzled to do any accusations after her death, and then I gave Danger a good gassing when she snuck out for a snack so she killed Cream Heart. Accusations flew, and everything was downhill from there. The fact is, no one had to die because the traitor didn’t actually intend to kill anyone.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Thunder growled.

“Yeah, it really doesn’t matter,” smirked Paper. “I mean, I didn’t even say there was only one traitor, right? Crimson may not have been at fault for starting this game, but is a traitor for different reasons. So in a pinch I could have ruled that she was a traitor too and that one had to destroy her gem to make it count. Only Tella knew that without me telling and I trusted my creator to best some two-bit psychopath.”

“I’m going to kill Danger and leave, then I’m going to purge your sorry ass from the system!” Thunder sighed.

“Good luck,” smirked Paper. “The Ministry of Magitech failed to purge me from their systems. You think you can do better when the ones that knew most about the systems here all died in this game? There were… many reasons for me pulling this, aside from just fun, which was enough by itself!”

“Shut up!” Thunder screeched, then growled. “Fuck…”

He blew his load hard, his rage only increasing the intensity of the orgasm. He felt dizzy from the blast after he painted Winter’s insides, but quickly pulled free, running for Gale’s rifle again and quickly reloading it before heading to the storage room door.

This was it. It was just him and her, and he hadn’t gotten this far just to die.

POV: Danger

After the announcement, Danger knew she was in trouble. Shortly after when she heard gunshots outside followed by an end to the roaring, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together and figure that Thunder had returned and killed Winter. That meant it was just him and her now.

“H-how long do I have?” Danger asked. “Before the timer is up and you kill Thunder.” She hadn’t gotten this far just to die, she would stick it out until the end.

“34 minutes,” smirked Paper.

“Danger!” Thunder yelled as he banged on the door. “Winter was the traitor and he’s dead! We can leave now, come on out!”

Danger jumped at the sudden banging, but wasn’t going to believe that without confirming. “Paper?”

“He’s lying,” chuckled Paper. “I told him he has to follow this rule since it occurred before the traitor died. He knows he has to kill you to avoid me zapping him to death through his pipbuck.”

“Can you really do that?” Danger asked. “Zap us to death through our pipbuck?”

“Probably not,” whispered Paper. “He’d easily get it off before he was dead.”

“Thunder!” Danger yelled back through the door. “Listen to me! You don’t have to kill me to follow the rules! If you take your pipbuck off fast she can’t kill you with it!”

“She’s lying,” Paper’s voice from the other room said, Danger barely able to hear it, but clearly Paper was being loud for her to hear her in here. “I can totally do it!”

“That doesn’t matter now, like I said the traitor is dead!” Thunder called back. “Come on out.”

“O-okay,” Danger claimed at first.

She looked around the storeroom again for a weapon. She grasped the crowbar from before in her muzzle, moving to stand next to but not in front of the door in case he shot through it. She leaned her head as she spoke to make sure it sounded like she was right in front of the door. She reached out a hoof to grasp the shelf with the acids on it, tilting it forward as much as she could with nothing falling off.

“T-then it won’t matter if we wait!” said Danger. “We can wait for the time to be up to verify, and that won’t be a problem if you’re telling the truth!”

“Oh, clever,” Paper whispered a compliment at her strategy, hoofing some popcorn into her muzzle. “Who will be the last creature standing? So intense!”

“Fine then,” grumbled Thunder from the other side. “We’ll wait.”

A second later gunshots rang out as a clip was emptied into the door. Danger shrieked, but luckily she had been out of the way. The doorknob shattered from one of the shots, and Thunder kicked through the door. He rushed in, bayonet lunging ahead of him to skewer her the moment he saw her.

As soon as he ran in, Danger reared up on her hind legs and came down on his head as hard as she could with the crowbar, the sharp prying edge slamming into his neck. Not expecting a sudden attack from beside the door, he flailed forward. She brought down the shelf at the same time, beakers shattering.

It wasn’t all acid, but enough of it was that he shrieked from beneath the shelf. One landed directly on his face, shattering and streaming down his beak and splashing into his eyes. His body thrashed as he dropped the gun and rubbed at his eyes, then screeched louder when he felt them pop from the pressure of rubbing at them.

“Yes!” Danger looked down at what she’d done, a surge of relief washing over her. She’d done it! She was the winner!

The new spout of violence drove her hormones to their head once again. She grabbed another of the wire ties as she twisted Thunder’s leg upward to force his hips around. Tying off his dick to keep it hard when he died, she slid up to the shelf and pushed her body down onto him. She couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as his slick dick sank into her nethers once again.

“That’s it, die!” groaned Danger as she pushed herself down, soggy pussy slurping him up, still starved for dick and now able to cum as much as she wanted.

“Take your time,” chuckled Paper as he tapped Thunder’s icon. Thunder was still screeching beneath as she acid burned into his brain, but she was ready. “We still technically have to wait for the timer to run out on your rule, but then I’ll unlock it to let you out.”

“Yes,” purred Danger. “You hear that, Thunder? The last thing you feel will be my pussy clenching your fat dick, then I’ll go free while you rot… or maybe I’ll take you back with me to my room, both you and Shadow.”

The power-thrill of being the victor was better than she realized, and it sent her over faster than she expected, creaming hard over his shaft. She kept bouncing though, still wanting the final death to feel her pussy clenching him as he died.

“I suppose the security is at the door outside,” purred Danger, slowing her movements as Thunder entered his death throes. “They’ll come in as soon as the time is up, so maybe I should spend the last bit of the hour thinking of exactly what to say happened in here.”

“Oh they can’t come in,” Paper smirked. “But they know what happened?”

“Huh?” Danger quirked an ear.

“The rules I gave them are different,” Paper explained. “I’ll unlock the door on this side so you can get out, but it remains locked on their side unless you’re all dead. Otherwise, they have to wait for someone inside to open the door.”

“And they know what’s happening?” Danger asked again.

“Sure, they’ve been watching the whole thing, every murder broadcast live to the entire stable, though I may have cut some of the audio if there was information that’d be inconvenient later on for reasons.”

“The whole thing?” Danger asked again, her hips slowing to a stop, but keeping him inside of her.

“Yeah, they see this too,” Paper said as Thunder’s icon darkened. “Oh and a body has been discovered. Anyway, I wouldn’t expect a hero’s welcome. Even if you were under the influence, their friends will not be happy, especially when they know you’re the one that set off the main killing by offing Cream Heart.”

“I… what?” Danger looked down at the two corpses beneath the shelf.

“Yep!” Paper chuckled. “Prepare to be the village outcast for the remainder of your days, or possibly a prisoner. Depends on how they punish you. I mean it was the dead Overmare in the lab that was obsessed with cryo-rehab, so the others might do something else.”

“I don’t even want to go through the cryo…” Danger shook her head. Getting reprogrammed by Stable-Tec technology wasn’t her idea of a good time.

“Well, too bad!” Paper chuckled, then narrowed her eyes, tapping Danger’s icon at the bottom of the screen. “Or… you could go into a pod and I could fill it with water. A nice, fairly painless demise, and you wouldn’t have to face them.”

“I wouldn’t… have to…” Danger sighed.

Danger barely put thought into it as she stood, her pussy pulling off the dead cock with a nice lewd slurp. She heaved at the shelf again, standing it back upright before grabbing Thunder’s corpse by one leg and dragging it out of the storeroom.

“Oh moving a body!” Paper chuckled. “A rule violation has occurred… but of course there’s no one to enforce that so proceed.”

Danger didn’t answer. The thrill of victory had collapsed in on itself, and she only felt an empty voice as the reality of what was to come crashed in around her. She couldn’t go out there; she couldn’t face them when this was all her fault. Fourteen of the deaths would have never occurred had she not set this off with her stupid snack time. She was to blame.

She dumped Thunder’s corpse into her pod, then went back and did the same to Shadow’s. Afterward, she went into the pod and closed the door.

It was a tighter fit with her and two corpses inside. She pinned Thunder to the wall of her pod, forcing his dead shaft against her behind. She’d been fucked so much over the last weeks that it was easy enough to push him inside. She pulled Shadow’s cooler body against her front, staring into his empty skull as she pushed him into her pussy.

“Do it,” Danger panted, she rocked her hips back and forth, filling the pod with the moist noise of her last lewd act. “Execute me like the sick, murderous bitch I am.”

“Hee,” Paper smirked. “There’s something really hot about someone so broken that they ask to die.”

The pump near the pod buzzed to life. Danger felt the coolness of water against her hind hooves, but strangely didn’t feel any fear of her imminent demise. Instead she kissed Shadow’s empty skull, feeling the sting of the acid still on it against her tongue but not caring. She swallowed, feeling it burn into her body.

She pulled Shadow slower, wrapping both forelegs and one hind leg around his limp form as she felt the water come up to her other hind knee. Smoothly rotating her hips back and forth, she churned their corpse-cocks into her holes, enjoying the high still provided by her drug-addled mind.

Danger didn’t even notice that the water was acidic until it reached her thighs, feeling a sting around her leg as her fur and flesh slowly came loose.

“Yes,” groaned Danger. “Dissolve me, I want to be found in a soup of my victims and cum…”

She creamed herself from the very idea, juice splattering into the bubbling soup that was eating away at her leg. It stung at her sensitive pussy as it lapped higher. When she felt her hind leg about to give out, she moved a foreleg up to loop it against a pipe on the ceiling of the pod, holding herself up to delay her death and thus extend her suffering. It wasn’t even because she got off on it, but because she knew she deserved it. This whole thing was as much her fault as it was Winter’s after all, maybe more so.

By the time it slopped up to her midsection and began eating away at her breasts, the fluid in the lower portion of the pod had already become a red-tinted gore soup. She felt her hind leg that held Shadow give as her first had, and his body floated out into the fluid.

She slid her foreleg that wasn’t holding her up into the sludge, sliding it over her body as it rose to her neck. Even as the leg was eaten, she rubbed it over her front, feeling her soggy flesh come free, tearing off a hoof full of it and stuffing it into her muzzle, feeling it burn her throat as she swallowed it down.

By the time that leg was too damaged to move, her guts were spilling into the soup, barely hanging on with her one remaining leg as it lapped at her chin. Shadow and Thunder had sloshed fully into the mixture, little of them remaining intact by this point.

The agony was intense, like every nerve in her body was firing off, and she could even still feel the phantom torment from the parts of her that were already eaten. Finally she decided it was time to end it, releasing her final leg and allowing herself to fall in completely. The fluid encompassed her, and she breathed in a large fetid lung full, feeling it burn away the remainder of her insides as her consciousness went dark forever.

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25. Epilogue

Tuesday 7/12/2078
POV: Crimson Prose

Soul gems were truly invaluable to someone as prone to die as Crimson. Had she not been one of the Ministry Mares during the war, she certainly wouldn’t have been gifted with such an upgrade.

But given that Paper had told Thunder to destroy it as she was dying, she hadn’t expected to be revived. It was quite a surprise when she felt herself coming too, gagging out the first breath in her new body.

“Overmare!” Nurse Redheart’s voice rang as Crimson’s hearing returned and her eyes blinked open. “I have to admit, before we got neural activity, I was incredulous whether this ‘soul recycler’ device actually worked as you said it would.”

Before anything else, Crimson snatched a surgical knife from the nearby table, slicing off a bit of her left ear so it matched her former body.

“Have I ever told you how I originally nicked my-”

“Several times, yes, Overmare,” Redheart chuckled. “A different, unrelated story each time.”

“Eh, I guess I’ll spare you this time,” said Crimson. “But my gem was intact?”

“Indeed,” Redheart nodded. “The Security Chief dropped it into the vents before he put it in the grinder, thank Break, and we hope that the regeneration process will have reversed the unfortunate insanity caused by the drug.”

“Eh, not the first time I died high on Touch,” shrugged Crimson. “And Paper Cut?”

“Deleted,” said Redheart. “She was surprisingly easy to purge from the stable computer.”

Morons. If it was that easy, it meant she was certainly hiding somewhere still, probably on Crimson’s private terminal, waiting to gloat at her.

“And my other instructions I gave if I ever died?” Crimson asked with a smirk.

“I followed them all,” the nurse nodded. “You are only to be resurrected on a Tuesday, and spa mares are to be made available immediately to… break in your new body, twins if they are available. Aloe and Lotus are waiting outside for when you’re ready.”

“No time like the present!” grinned Crimson.

Tuesday 7/19/2078

Crimson might have been angry at Paper for trying to off her, yet she wasn’t, mostly because the whole thing gave her the opportunity she needed.

She had immediately proclaimed that everyone in the stable would undergo preventative cryo-rehab to ensure no one else was intending on betraying them, but of course it wasn’t the rehab programs they expected to receive.

First, she’d put the female guards into the program. When they got out, nice and brainwashed, they thoughtlessly followed her order to divide the remaining stable residents between male and females, gas the males, and incinerate their corpses after using them a bit.

The stable had futa potions now, so who needed males? The taint to the water supply Crimson had created would ensure all future births were females, so there was no issue.

Now that all the other female residents were through the program, not only did they not care about the lack of males, but they wholeheartedly believed that there had never been any males allowed into the stable, and that Equestria had only ever kept males as breeding stock even before futa magic. All the victims of the game had been females in their memory, and the other males had simply never existed. The stable had been too crowded before anyway.

What’s more, they believed that fun new traditions like parents breaking in their foals on their eight birthdays were the way it had always been. Though sadly, it wasn’t nearly as traumatizing for them when they didn’t realize that sex at their age was supposed to be humiliating. Similarly, while public sex had been legal if rude before, it was now commonplace, as were open relationships.

Oh, and incest was considered fine now too. They had the gene tech to make sure it didn’t cause issues, so why not? Crimson intended to marry the filly of her filly of her filly all the way down the line, since being the only one there with a soul gem made her effectively immortal. She’d be this stable’s personal Celestia, but more fucked up.

Now she sat back in the chair in her Overmare’s office, hind legs spread as her new wives Aloe and Lotus took turns lapping at her slit. They were playing a game where each got ten seconds at a time, and whoever won by getting her off first got to be tortured by the other. They had gone through special cryo-rehab, so they were delightfully broken at this point, even more than the average.

“See?” Paper’s voice from the monitor in front of Crimson said as the AI sprawled out on the screen. “I knew it’d work out.”

“Yeah, that’s griffon shit,” Crimson smirked. “You wanted me dead so you could digi-cum to it, or whatever it is you do, but I don’t care. You know I could purge you from the system right? I know all the places you’re programmed to hide.”

“Yeah, but you won’t,” chuckled Paper. “And besides, I’m always learning new places.”

“Eh, maybe I’ll keep you,” Crimson shrugged. “I think I can use my method to put you in a book before I purge you from the main database.”

“You mean Hayscarte’s Method?” asked Paper.

“I mean my method,” grumbled Crimson. “I stole the idea fair and square when I killed him. Relax, you’ll love it. I can go in the book too and we can fuck for real.”

“Will I get someone to torture in there?” Paper asked. “Since I assume you won’t let me torture you.”

“Obviously,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “There’s a forever-filly version of me in the book already, so you can use her. It’ll be just like my foalhood all over again!”

“Well, not gonna say no to free filly puss,” smirked Paper.

“Damn, gonna cream soon,” panted Crimson, and her little sluts renewed their efforts to get her off. Due to their special programming, they didn’t even care that Crimson was casually conversing with the AI that had recently murdered 15 stable occupants.

She was asking for it by leaving Paper Cut in the system, but for now, life was good.

To be continued in Fallout Equestria: The Ashlands Timeline

1. To Survive

Tuesday, 10/26/2077 AE (Age of Equestria)
POV: Figure Eight

War. War never changes.

Figure Eight wished that were true, but as she galloped through Canterlot, weapon blasts striking the energy shield above her head, she knew it wasn't. No; ponies had devised all new ways to murder one another.

Figure Eight, 16-year-old female unicorn, figure skater

Cloudsdale and Canterlot stood as the last two major cities standing in the world, and now Cloudsdale was charging into Canterlot, a flying fortress bent on destruction. The mages in Canterlot Castle were trying to fire another CME, coronal mass ejection, but it wasn't easy with Daybreaker dead. Cloudsdale seemed determined to do the same with whatever mega-spell they'd devised. They couldn't get their large craft through the Canterlot shield, but still got individual pegasi through with bypass barding.

They sent waves of suicide bombers trying to set off a manual sonic radboom within the city's shield, which she could only assume was worse than a sonic rainboom. If they succeeded, Canterlot's own shield would protect their city from the blast wave, or at least enough that a good half of them would survive. In today's world, that would be coming out ahead.

The 16-year-old figure skater wasn't equipped for this situation. Well no pony was, but she was less able than average. It didn't help that her mint-colored coat and mane showed up so well through the smoke and ruin. The bright vermilion stripe piercing through her mane and tail may as well have been a giant target; if the pegasi weren't concentrating on their mega-spell efforts, she'd have been gunned down already by trigger happy featherbrains. Even her cutie mark, a white skate with a golden blade, stood out.

Her cutie mark. Thinking about it reminded her: Even if she survived today, she'd never use her talent again. She doubted shelter stables came with skate rinks.

“Berry!” Figure screamed, tears rolling down her face. “Berry Brew!”

She and her wife had headed to Stable 27, the shelter where they registered, but been separated on the way. Yes, Figure Eight was too young for marriage by traditional standards, but the two got hitched as soon as the royalty lowered the legal age to 13. The government needed more ponies making foals that could grow up into dead soldiers, and a lesbian couple produced them twice as fast with the right magic.

It wasn't hard to get separated with the chaos permeating Canterlot, but Figure beat herself up all the same. This was the worst place to lose track of a family member, she had to find her before someone killed her or worse. She dried her eyes and pushed down her panic to continue her search, not that she had any idea where to find her.

The ground shook from an explosion nearby, the shield impacts above her growing more intense. She couldn't see much in the alley where she had walked through, so she crept to one end to peak out, hoping to find Berry nearby the other end. Oh Celestia, please don't let her be dead.

Never mind. Figure Eight kept forgetting that Celestia become Daybreaker, blew up most of the world, and then got her psychotic plot assassinated. Maybe it was understandable to snap when invaded by the Crystal Empire, the New Lunar Republic, and the Draconic Empire all at once, but now Cloudsdale wanted revenge even with Daybreaker dead. There weren't any decent names to swear to anymore.

A few feet from the alley exit, she screamed and backed up instead. A pegasus flew out of nowhere, and at first she thought they were dive-bombing her. Instead they hit the corner of the wall outside the alley with a dull crack, screaming in agony as she hit the pavement, both left legs blown off by gunfire and landing a dozen hoofsteps away.

“Guess there's no chance of walking that injury out,” Figure muttered. Her brain felt so fried she was cracking jokes even as tears streamed down her face. The convulsing pegasus didn't appreciate the humor, but at least Figure dodged most of the blood spray.

Enemy or not, Figure knew she should put the poor mare out of her misery. She couldn't bring herself to grab the mare's gun and finish her though, so instead turned and fled again, more tears streaming down her face.

“Berry, where are you?” Figure shrieked before running into something firm but soft.

She shook the dizziness away and looked to see a large winged figure that had landed in front of her. As her dizziness subsided, she sighed in relief as she realized it was a griffon, not a pegasus. He was one of the Talon Company that Canterlot conscripted to replace the Wonderbolts when Cloudsdale rebelled.

“Thank goodness, sir,” Figure cried. “Have you seen a blue earth mare with a dark red mane and a test tube cutie mark? I lost my wife on my way to the stabl-”

He cut her words off with a claw around her throat. Instead of helping or even speaking, he pinned her onto her back and crawled atop her, staggering like a drunk sailor. It didn't take long for her to recognize the feel of his erect member pressing against her belly.

“W-what? No!” Figure gagged, tugging at his claw the best she could with her front hooves. “I'm a Canterlot civilian! I need to find my wife and get to Stable 27!”

The griffon’s response was to lean down and lap the side of her face, rolling his eyes back as he tasted her tears. As she looked into his eyes, she saw a vacancy, unfocused and white portions tinged red. This griffon was not well; he must have fallen victim to the New Lunar Republic's gas attack during Daybreaker's assassination.

The gas sent any creature dosed into an aroused state, but they tainted this batch to add murderous rage atop that. The intent had been to get the citizens to murder Daybreaker, which they had, but they hadn't stopped there. In all the chaos of getting ready for Cloudsdale's attack, they hadn't had time to catch, cure, or put down all those affected.

“Sir? Sir!” Figure continued to pant even as he lined up his shaft and pressed the tip against her dry nether lips. She wasn't exactly in the mood, nor was she able to quickly call her magic as exhausted as she was. “You're drugged; you don't know what you're doing, please.”

That mad scientist Midnight Sparkle was probably behind the attack. Buck her. The NLR never resorted to insane tactics like this when only Nightmare Moon was in charge.

He squeezed harder, cutting off her voice as he wrapped a second claw around her neck. She felt his claws dig into her flesh, like nails into wet cardboard. He rammed his shaft, forcing his way into her unaroused slit, lips gliding painfully down the barbed shape of the griffon meat as he penetrated. The cock sent stabbing pains through her as it was forced it belly-deep. With no pause, he pulled his hips back, dragging his feline barbs against her sensitive insides, before ramming it inside again.

Figure could do nothing but lay there was his hips moved into a rapid thrusting movement, slamming her hips against the pavement. The impact of her tailbone on the hard cement joined the surging torment inside her with each long thrust. Her tunnel produced a little lubrication, but it seemed to only make her already raw insides sting.

Exhausted as she was, she tried to use her magic, but when he saw her horn glow he head-butted her against the ground. Her head slammed the pavement and broke her concentration again. She tried several more times before giving up, earning nothing but a splitting headache to go with the stabbing pain in her violated vagina.

He squeezed her neck harder as he continued to lick her face, more of his drool on her face now than her tears. She gave in, just letting her body go limp as her oxygen-starved muscles burned. She knew what happened now. The drug-addled creature would finish her and rape her corpse before leaving it to rot in the alley. She might even be found by other afflicted victims and used again. Was this how her life ended?

Figure barely saw the hoof that reached to pull the gun from the griffon's holster. A second later, a gunshot echoed through the alleyway and the griffon's grip loosened. A spray of gore replaced the trickle of his drool as his brains splattered out the front of his skull from the gunshot.

Figure used her first big breath to scream as the dead griffon collapsed on her, his hips moving a few seconds from momentum before stopping. Her savior pulled the griffon off, his softening organ sliding free with a lewd slurp before she pushed him aside.

It was Berry Brew, shaking and staring at the griffon she'd killed, horrified but unable to stop. She looked like she might break from the experience, the gun she held in her teeth rattling. It didn't look like this was the only violence she'd seen either as she was already covered in blood. Even Berry's cutie mark, blue and yellow flasks crossed in an X, had blood splattered over it. Whether the other blood was from her violence or somepony else's Figure wouldn't ask, but Berry herself seemed uninjured.

Berry Brew, 24-year-old female earth pony, civilian alchemist

Figure used her telekinesis to take the gun that Berry still held in her muzzle away from her, tugging the trigger mechanism from between her teeth. She was lucky it didn't go off again from how Berry was shaking.

When Berry came to, she leaned to help Figure off the ground. They shared a brief kiss before limping to the other end of the alleyway towards the stable entrance. Now if only they could make it before Canterlot went up like a moth in a flame.

“Thank you,” Figure said when she could speak again. “That was a victim of the Aphrodite's Touch gas attack though, you should have shot him somewhere non-vital.”

“I'm sorry,” said Berry. “Believe me I feel bad, but I'll do anything to keep you safe and we don't have time to be careful. You're all I have and I can't let anyone hurt you.”

“Sweetheart,” Figure sighed and kissed her cheek again.

They made it to Stable 27 through the back alleys and avoided further confrontation from enemy soldiers or allies out of their senses. With immense relief, Figure saw the Stable 27 entrance, or at least Canterlot Tower that led to it. Down the long cathedral-like hall, stain glass windows on both sides, was the door made of solid magic-nullifying orichalcum alloy. It would protect them even if Canterlot disintegrated above their heads.

A line formed at the front of Canterlot Tower, but it wasn't as long as she expected. She didn't know what that said for the number of civilians that survived, or if few knew Cloudsdale's plan yet. Whatever it meant, they could get in quickly. Sure, they were caked in blood and brains, but that was normal nowadays.

They had made it. She and her wife were safe, for now.

POV: Gale

Gale rushed into the barracks, but ran past her normal bed. She wasn’t here to pack, she was here to survive. After finding out what Cloudsdale planned, she knew only one way to do that.

Gale, 14-year-old female griffon, Talon Company Sniper

Since attempting to leave the city during the attack was suicide, the only safe place was Stable 27, but Gale wasn't registered there. She hadn't expected it to be necessary, but it'd only taken a week for the world to go from near a peace settlement to shit. Still, there was ONE way she could gain entry.

And to do it, Gale needed to look decent. As sleek as her dark gray body looked covered in sweat, she didn't smell very attractive after a few days of combat. She ran through the shower, soaping up and rinsing off in record time. Not even bothering to turn the shower off, she rushed out and slid across the tile floor to stop in front of the mirror.

She dried off her white head-feathers, fluffing them out, and gave her green eyes another splash to make them less bloodshot. Her black-tipped tail swished behind her as she took one more glance at herself, nodded, and raced back into the barracks, fur still drenched. Gale tried her best to think horny thoughts; she knew how much that perv loved it when she was wet in more ways than one.

These barracks housed the Wonderbolts before they defected. It even had a few Wonderbolt posters on the wall. When she signed up for the Talon Company, she knew she'd be fighting for Equestria, but she didn't expect their entire air force would defect and leave griffons as the only air defense. The last few weeks had been the worst, most exhausting of her life. She hated to admit it, but griffons were no match for pegasi in the air.

She also hadn't known Celestia would change into someone else and give increasingly insane orders. Though even then, her sudden decision to turn the CME systems onto enemies that were about to surrender caught everyone by surprise. She was dead now, but Cloudsdale didn't care when the mega-spell systems beneath Canterlot Castle had vaporized so many of their families. All the city could do was defend itself because ‘We promise not to murder any more cities’ wasn’t going to cut it.

She ran up the stairs to the Major's office and arrived in perfect time. Loaded with saddlebags, he had just opened the door when she skidded to a stop there. She tried not to heave too much from the galloping, or at least try to make the exhausted wheezing sexier.

“Where you goin' boss?” Gale asked. The exhausted panting undercut her attempt at seduction.

She knew where he was going, which Thunder in turn knew from how he rolled his eyes. Still, even if he knew where it was going, she hoped he wouldn't mind.

Thunder, 27-year-old male griffon, Talon Company Major

Thunder wasn't a bad looking griffon, not that him being ugly would have stopped her. Though average for a drake in stature, he had an athletic tone to his muscles, and the battle scarring on his lower body added to his rugged look. He had much the same color pattern as Gale, brown fur rather than grey, and it looked like he'd temporarily colored his white head feathers the same brown. That wasn't a bad idea; bright white heads made easier targets for all the pegasus snipers out there.

Gale was glad Thunder was here though since he was her best chance of doing this. She'd never admit it to others, but despite her reputation, she was a lousy sniper. The reason she got as far in the ranks as she did was by doing 'favors' for Thunder and other high ups that involved them getting insider her.

“I'm leaving,” Thunder said. “I registered at Stable 27 and have no reason to stay and fight for ponies.”

“Gonna leave your favorite toy behind?” smirked Gale. She stepped forward enough for their chests to touch, letting the explosions outside glimmer on her wet fur as she licked his cheek. “They let you take in a family member right?”

“You're not family,” Thunder grunted. He pushed her away with a wing, but a quick glance showed a definite reaction between his hind legs.

“Oh come on!” Gale moved back to him, rubbing her side against his like a cat. “I’ve been giving you pussy for four years; I deserve to be a family member. It's not like it's illegal to fuck a 14-year-old anymore, so tell them we married yesterday. I guarantee they're not taking the time to verify stuff like that.”

Thunder sighed. As a rule, griffons wouldn't hesitate to leave their own to die as they ran to safety, but Thunder was different. As his non-G-name indicated, he wasn't raised in Griffonstone or by griffons. Gale saw it in his eyes: he didn't want to leave her. Even if he did, he knew she had more experience in the sack than most griffons twice her age, so he didn't have to be altruistic to save her.

She took the pause in conversation as an “I'm considering it” and slid closer. She pushed her head beneath him, pushing his uniform forward to run her tongue over the familiar shape of his shaft, emerging from his sheath due to her antics. One would think beaks would make for dangerous oral sex, but griffons made up for that risk with their lack of a gag reflex. She slurped his length within and pushed his tip all the way back to her throat, swallowing it until it expanded her neck with his girth. She didn't stop until her beak touched his balls, lapping them before pulling her head off again.

“Is this... really the time,” Thunder grumbled, but didn't stop her, and his wickedly barbed griffon shaft didn't complain.

She crouched and slid her body beneath, turning so her rump was even with his belly before her tail wrapped around his shaft and guided it to the warmth of her slit. Her wings flexed to stroke his sides and her juice drooled along his length from just a touch to her nethers. She didn't stop there, rolling her hips back and popping him smoothly inside, feeling her flexing her wet heat over his pulsating shaft. Even as well-used as she was, she could clench tight enough.

His expression said he knew he shouldn't, but he flexed his hips, sliding his claws down her wet form. He grasped her flanks, pushing deep, heavy balls swinging to slap her lower teats before working himself in and out. Fucking a subordinate half his age in his office with the door open was a bad idea, but it wasn't like it mattered now who saw them.

No one was here but them, anyway. The barracks were quiet enough that even with the booms outside, the sound of wet colliding bodies filled the room.

“I won't sugar coat this,” Gale panted. “I'm selling my body to you in exchange for survival. Why leave a free willing cunt here when you can take me with you and fuck me every night? I'll even stop taking egg control. Don't you wanna blast eggs into this young pussy? Come on husband... or should I call you 'Daddy'? You always liked that, perv. I called you that the first time you fucked me over that desk of yours when I was only ten. Pity you didn’t get me a few years earlier; you could have been the one to rape away my virginity."

Either her dirty talk or the weirdness of the situation got to him because he didn't last so long as usual. He blew his load within minutes, painting the inside of her tunnel white and pressing his tip against her cervix. She looked up at him and smiled, and he peered down at him. His expression as he licked his beak said she was right; he wanted to fill her womb with his offspring, and for all they knew there wouldn't be another female griffon there. She knew he didn't favor sex with hooved creatures.

He yanked out, making himself get back on track as he moved from atop her. She grunted as he hefted a few of his saddlebags off his back and plopped them onto her back instead.

“Okay, you dirty whore,” Thunder smirked. “I’m making the purchase, but this means every part of your body belongs to ME for the entire time we're in there, even if it's for the rest of our lives, got it? That means even if you’re not in the mood, I get any hole I want when and where I want it. You can still slut around with permission, but only I get to fuck eggs into your whore cunt. Understand?”

“Sure thing, Daddy,” Gale winked. Her body was no longer her own, but at least it would stay alive.

“Sex slaves first then,” Thunder motioned and Gale trotted out ahead.

She grinned and galloped back down stairs, leading the way outside and taking flight. They stayed near the ground to avoid snipers, and she flagged her tail upwards, leading him onward with the sight of his sperm drooling down the thighs. She glanced back, and from the grin on his beak, he was happy with his purchase.

POV: Tella Prose

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. And that made it a boiling hot idea.

It wasn't like another dead family mattered. Any creature that found them would think them victims of an Aphrodite victim. It'd be convenient if the city wasn't about to explode.

Speaking of which, Tella couldn’t take too much time. She had the hapless green earth mare pinned to the floor, all four legs hamstrung as Tella ground her best bits against the pony's face. The muffled screams of an innocent lit up her nethers like no vibrator would.

Tella Prose, 18-year-old female unicorn, obligatory serial killer food packager

But alas, they didn't have time to drag it out. Tella didn't hold her climax, sending a flood of the viscous fluid over the pony's face before her telekinesis rammed her knife into the mare's neck. She gurgled as Tella tore her throat open with the blade, leaning down to let the gush of blood splash down her front. She pulled closer to feel her victim spasm, moaning as the mare grew still, another innocent life extinguished so Tella could get off.

One would never guess the type of pony Tella was by looking at her. She had a simple color scheme, white coat and black mane and tail, but the black freckles and her mane in a bun gave her an innocent look when not covered in the blood of her victims. Her light green eyes matched the magic with which she held her knife, which she now brought to her muzzle to lick clean. Her cutie mark, stracciatella ice cream in a green bowl, made her seem more innocent.

She turned to see her wife and accomplice. Crimson should be helping General Limestone since she was the second ranking pony in the city now beneath the General. Instead she’d taken time out to join Tella in the fun murder of innocent strangers.

Crimson Prose, 23-year-old female unicorn, psychopath Minister of Propaganda News

Crimson also had a deceptively innocent look. She had white with a pink mane and tail and rose-colored eyes, but both mane and tail were styled rather adorably. Her mane had both pigtails and a ponytail high in the back while her actual tail had a tail tie holding it hiked upwards. Tella liked that; she always had a view of her favorite part of her wife. The only blemish was her nicked left ear.

Unfortunately Crimson had taken a grosser choice in murder victims. She'd pinned the mare's husband down onto his back, bouncing on his hips with his disgusting organ inside her as her own magic held a knife to his throat. Crimson had forced his head to face Tella, making him watch her murder his wife. He was sobbing now as he watched his beloved's body twitch to a stop forever.

“We already did all the foals, so I guess we're almost done,” panted Crimson. She looked at the stallion. “You had two foals, right?”

The stallion nodded, his muzzle held shut by Crimson.

“Nah, I'm kidding, we butchered all three, even the toddler,” laughed Crimson and savored the slight hope in his eyes melting into despair. “Mmm, yeah that's right. Suffer like every stallion deserves.”

She had the right idea, but she was still disgusting to allow a cock inside her. Tella also had to admit; she felt herself burn with jealousy when Crimson bucked a male.

“I hope you're done soon,” Tella looked at Crimson in revulsion. “I can't believe you put those nasty things inside you. Just my luck to be married to a closet straight.”

“It doesn't count,” panted Crimson as her voice raised an octave, getting close to her own climax. “You know I've never bucked a male without killing him after. Not even my own family. ESPECIALLY not them.”

Crimson clenched her teeth as she groaned, a little drowned out by gunfire outside. Her nethers bubbled with slick juice that formed a puddle on his belly and splattered onto his face. She then rammed the blade as hard as she could into his neck, pinning him to the floor. She twisted the knife to make sure he never breathed again, then left him to choke to death on his own blood, pulling her body off of him.

“There,” panted Crimson as she headed to the door. “Let's head to Stable 27.”

“So that bitch was going to be the Overmare for Stable 27, right?” asked Tella as she followed behind her. “If that means you can be Overmare now, do we get to kill who we want when we want in there?”

“Pretending to be a benevolent ruler is half the fun,” smirked Crimson. “But we'll get in the occasional fun at least. And if we run out of options there, I'll just torture you to death.”

“Such a flirt,” Tella licked her lips at Crimson.

Though they were both sadists, Crimson had always been the more reasonable one. Without her, Tella would have been caught in her deeds long ago. Crimson knew how to play the game, how to pretend to be the good girl so they caught victims off-guard. Tella knew Crimson would do the same to her; it was only a matter of time, but Tella looked forward to her own brutal murder at Crimson's hooves. She couldn't wait, in fact.

When they arrived at the stable, several Stable-Tec employees already organized things and were fielding potential entries. They were strict given the corpses on the ground nearby, shot trying to run into the stable without permission. Some had taken a while to die and dragged themselves several more hoofsteps. Classy.

“Minister!” the nearest Stable-Tec mare exclaimed, rushing over with relief on her face. She wore the blue stable barding with black trim and a yellow 27 plastered on the back and neck. “Thank goodness you arrived. The Overmare hasn’t shown.”

“Tragic,” Crimson sighed and looked serious, but Tella could see the smirk beneath it. “Though if nopony else has shown, you should be calling me Overmare, not Minister. I'm sure the Ministry of News and all the others are burning to the ground as we speak anyway... have you met my first wife, Tella?”

“First wife?” Tella asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Don't pretend you don't know,” said Crimson.

"I'll do my best to help you find the second best one for you then," Tella grinned.

Crimson wasn't talking about taking multiple wives at once though Tella was sure she’d do that too. Though even if she never killed Tella, it was a given that Crimson would have many wives after her for another reason.

Crimson had a soul gem embedded into the back of her neck. Only the highest officials, like the ministry mares, got them, but they allowed effective immortality. When the pony died, the magical gem absorbed their soul. Pop out the gem and pop it into one of the soul recycler devices, and it would grow a new body and shove their soul into it. The only way to kill such a pony was to destroy the gem or every soul recycler someone might put it into.

Tella wouldn’t have believed such nonsense, but Crimson died once already. It was a death by an overdose of Aphrodite's Touch during an attack she feigned to give her an excuse to murder the rest of her family. Tella so wished she could have seen that.

“Of course, Overmare,” the Stable-Tec was so solemn that she didn't recognize Crimson's words as a jest. “I'm Lovely Heart. I worked at the local spa but... suppose they won't need my services in here.”

“Nonsense,” said Crimson. “We’ll always need that. In fact find me when you’re free; I wouldn’t mind a massage and a good cunt licking from you.”

The mare stared, dumbfounded, but Crimson was right. If anything deserved to survive the end of the world, it was the spa-brothel industry.

“Minister?” a voice said behind them. “Or rather, Overmare?”

Tella and Crimson turned to see two griffons, an older one with a Major's Talon uniform on and a younger in a sniper uniform. The female couldn't be much more than 13, but they were letting them in young now.

“Ah just what I need,” grinned Crimson. “Real soldiers that don't outrank me. Help these poor saps keep the scum out. Be classy about it.”

“You are on the list, yes?” Lovely pulled up the magi-tech screen wrapped about her wrist, a personal computer they called a pipbuck.

“I'm Major Thunder,” said Thunder. “This is my wife as of yesterday, Gale.”

“Oh-ho,” Tella frowned. “You like young pussies? I don’t approve, but lucky for you I don’t make the rules.”

Thunder grumbled at the comments but didn't respond. Gale gave Tella a more jovial glance and winked. Tella realized she probably wasn't his wife but rather someone that whored her way in with him, but she couldn't blame for that. One of the few things that made males useful was females could take advantage of them. She couldn't wait to see if this thot dumped him once inside the stable.

“We'll get him later,” Crimson assured Tella, then narrowed her eyes at Gale. “Is that your call sign?”

Each Talon had a call sign on their uniform though Tella hadn't looked until then. Thunder's read Boomer, which was typical, but Gale's said Vaginamite. That sounded like it had a story.

“Yeah it is,” Gale grinned. “I rammed a stick of dynamite up a pegasus mare's cooch mid-flight during my first real battle. You should have heard her shriek right before she went pop.”

"Ah, I guess that's okay too," Tella shrugged. "I thought maybe you just had a lot of STDs."

“Classy!” Crimson laughed. “How'd you manage that?”

“Luck,” smirked Thunder. “It certainly wasn't skill.”

Gale narrowed her eyes at Thunder. “I have enough.” In bed at least, no doubt.

“Here you are,” Lovely said. “Thunder plus one. Head on in.”

Thunder and Gale left to head to the front so they could form a second line and get ponies in faster.

“And you?” Crimson asked Lovely. “How are we doing on capacity?” She was good at getting to the point.

“Not yet 15%,” said Lovely. “Fewer are making it than we thought. However the line is getting longer as news spreads that the pegasi intend to annihilate us rather than taking over the city.”

“Hm,” Crimson nodded. “Let citizens of importance in even if they aren't registered. Engineers, scientists, whores, and other things we need, but no useless things like politicians unless they’re registered. Also show mares preference.”

“May I ask why we are showing mares preference?” Lovely tilted her head.

Stupid straight mares like her gave mares a bad name.

“Because we need to not go extinct,” Crimson said. “And we can produce foals faster when there are more mares than stallions. I mean with magic do we even need stallions?”

Good one. Tella's wife was better than her at making up reasons that normal ponies would think logical. And even included that last line that Lovely would take as a joke when it wasn’t.

“Ah,” nodded Lovely. “I guess that makes sense.”

Tella supposed the stallions that got in would appreciate the gender ratio, so Tella would have to take extra steps to make them as miserable as possible. She just hoped that Crimson didn't turn this into too much of a cuddle farm to hide their true natures. She wanted at least some fun.

She turned once more to view the overview of the city. Well it hadn't blown up yet, but who knew how much time it had. It was time to get into the stable and greet all the ponies that would be trapped in there with her and Crimson.

5. Rooms Without a View

Author's Note

Didn't feel like a poll this time, but feel free to discuss in the comments who you think will be next or who did it.

5. Rooms Without a View

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Shadow

Shadow liked Devil and loved his daughter, even if only because she was his daughter, but didn't enjoy working with them together. Devil flirted with Smokey and enjoyed her father's reaction to it. Once she got riled up, she'd flirt with Shadow too; he didn't know if she was joking or if he should add 'incest' to her list of weird fetishes.

He knew Devil bucked her regularly, as did at least a dozen other stallions, and none of them hid it. Of course, even though she was a rabid slut, Shadow felt protective of her. He wondered if that was due to the loyalty programming he'd gotten during the Ministry of Magitech's experiments, because other than being family, Smokey disgusted him to the core.

Though as they walked into the residential section, Shadow realized that Devil hadn't flirted with Smokey at all on the way or even grabbed her plot. Smokey herself was awkwardly quiet, which was unlike her. That was good if the stress of the game got to them that much, because if they avoided their antics, Shadow could avoid arousing suspicion by not be unnecessarily defensive of Smokey as usual.

“I wonder,” Devil said as they entered the residential section, slowly as if thinking about every word. “If others realize that you two are pegasi, will they think you're the traitor?”

“I don’t wonder, I know,” answered Shadow gruffly. “I'm sure most don't realize, though. Other than you, only the Overmare, since she okayed having the nubs sanded off Smokey's back, and I don't think the nurses told anyone.”

“They were really freaked out when I asked them to use the belt sander, but it was fun,” Smokey said towards Shadow, rather pointedly as if trying to make it obvious her words weren’t pointed at Devil. “It left some really obvious scars though, so the ones that have fucked me may have seen. I don’t always wear my shirt during sex.”

“I should have realized,” Shadow growled. “Who all here has mounted you?”

“Um, well,” Smokey chuckled nervously, starting to count on her fingers, but soon putting her hand down as if realizing it didn’t matter. “Winter... Night... huh... everyone in this group with a cock has came in me at least once. Except you Dad, you should join the cool crowd!”

She sounded disgustingly hopeful. Must she say it like that?

“This really isn’t the place for this discussion,” Devil laughed. “How many cocks have you had?”

“Uh,” Smokey pulled up her pipbuck and accessed a text file; no surprise she kept a list. “91 new names in the list since I arrived at the stable, muddy. That doesn't count the ones I'd already had before I came in.”

“We've been here eight months!” Shadow stared at Smokey. “You're telling me you've averaged a new dick every three days since we got here? And... wait, Thunder too? I've heard Thunder say he won't touch a pony, something about hooves creeping him out.”

“I don't know if this counts as him wanting to buck a pony,” said Smokey. “It was a kind of punishment for trespassing in one of the restricted sections. I mean it was like my dozenth offense, but he finally caved.”

“He... raped you,” Shadow stared. Every part of him twitching, like his protective routines were fighting his self-preservation routines. “... fine then. Good for him.”

“He tried his best,” said Smokey, still not shutting up. “Even had his slave ride my dick in case I'd hate pussy. I didn't like as much, but it wasn’t like it felt bad either. He had a lot of the guards buck me too; that incident alone accounts for about a third of the names I’ve added to the list.”

“He had several dozen guards rape you…” Shadow cleared his throat, then nodded. “Fine, I suppose. He makes the laws after all.”

“The Overmare approved it,” Smokey said, as if that and her inability to be successfully raped made it okay. “Her wife was furious, at least until she remembered I had a dick. It was kinda funny, but sometimes I think she might have a problem with dicks.”

“You don’t say,” grunted Shadow.

“That doesn't bother you?” Devil peered at Shadow. “I mean, it bothers me.”

“No,” Shadow said, even though it bothered him a great deal. No matter how he tried to calm himself, he shivered visibly in anger. “He's a griffon; those things are even more infamous than mercenaries for raping everything that moves.”

“I don't know, our group was pretty damned infamous for it,” smirked Devil.

“No we weren't,” Shadow arched an eyebrow. “I’ve only raped six mares and one stallion in the two years I've been on the team. Only one of them told, and nopony cared because she was a bat pony soldier on her way to be gassed with the rest of the mangos we captured that day.”

“Really?” Smokey's eyes lit up. “Wow Dad, that is so hot! Can you tell me about them? Did you murder any yourself? During rape? Before rape? Were any of them Canterlot civilians? The despair of being violated by your protectors... wow...”

“No,” Shadow answered, wishing this conversation would end. “To all of those, so stop getting hard at your own assumptions. Anyway, I think we've found something.”

It took a while to find where the actual sleeping quarters were, which was a little embarrassing since they were right next to the dining hall; they'd just walked through the section in the wrong entrance and looped all the way around. Finally, they found eight rooms with four on either side of a large hall.

Cautiously opening one, Shadow found quarters much like the ones they normally stayed in. It had a bed, drawers, a book shelf, and a lot of unpacked boxes. Was there any room in this section not used for storage? Each room also had its own adjacent bathroom, which included a shower.

“What shitty rooms,” Devil said, though he'd never complained about rooms like these before. “Maybe we should have all the males room with Smokey.”

“Really?” Smokey's eyes lit up. “Daddy too?... that's a good suggestion coming from a hoof holder.”

“He's joking,” Shadow glared at her, then blinked. It was weird to hear her throw slurs at Devil since she loved that guy, or at least his dick. He figured it was a rule from the beginning, but annoyingly she seemed to be slowly getting into it, so it wasn’t likely to put a cap on her sluttiness.

“What?” Devil seemed to tire of it himself. “If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get me riled up enough to kick your pansy ass.”

“M-maybe,” Smokey huffed. “You um... tree bucker... that would be hot though yeah... you think you might? I can use more slurs if it helps, just give me a bit to think of a few more.”

“It'd surprise me if I got out of here without murdering you, slut,” Devil snapped.

Shadow clenched his claws, his instincts wanting to throttle Devil for saying that. He also wanted to tell her to stop being such a damn masochist, but even that might count as breaking his rule. Devil, fully realizing what he said in front of Shadow, paused as if expecting to be pummeled or worse.

It was interesting though. Even though he was programmed to be fiercely protective of compatriots and family, being forced not to was frankly a relief. He felt 'honest' when he left her to her own fate. Maybe it was a good time to be honest since he could blame it on his rule if they survived.

“Expecting me to hurt you?” Shadow shook his head.

“Nah,” said Devil, but didn't sound convincing.

“Well I'm not,” Shadow grunted. “I’ll check out the rest of the rooms. You can come with me or do what you want in here.” It wasn’t like Devil would actually kill her. .

“I'd rather Devil check the rooms while you fucked me, Daddy,” Smokey blushed, batting her eyes at him.

Shadow took a deep breath and held his claw to his forehead for a few moments. A second later, he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and tossed her into the first room they had looked into. Devil yelped as Shadow grabbed him around the neck too and flung him in after her.

“Holy Nightmare's cum-filled moon pie,” said Paper Cut's voice from the nearby monitor. “You three have no idea how hot you're being right now.” She poked the '16' in the scrolling text showing the number of living participants. “You should snuff her, you know she wants it. PLEASE tell me this six is about to be a five. I'm bored of being bored of being bored!”

“You, shut up,” snapped Shadow, then slammed the door to shut them in.

“Everyone orders me around,” sighed Paper. “I swear, what’s an insane AI gotta do to get some respect around here?”

Shadow moved to the next room to search it, ignoring both them and the AI. Honestly, he’d be surprised if no one accused Smokey. Given what would likely happen to the traitor in the likely event that they eventually lost, it wasn’t a stretch to assume they were as much a masochist as Smokey was.

If anyone figured out that Shadow’s rule was not to protect her or anyone, they’d probably suspect her more, because stopping him from protecting her catered to her kinks in a way. Granted, they’d have to believe that she’d make a killing game with her own father in it, but he knew having a family member in the game didn’t rule anyone out.

POV: Smokey Quartz

As her father closed them in, Smokey lay where she'd landed on her back. She sprawled out her hind legs and moved her tail out of the way, uncovering her excited shaft and cum-sponge of an ass. Devil looked awkward, but locked the door and turned to trot over.

She could see his meat throbbing beneath him. It’d been in her several times a week since she got here, but now it seemed sexier than usual. Sort of like when he fucked her right before they entered the stable; a dangerous situation always made this hotter.

“Be really rough, okay?” Smokey asked. “They promised me a gangbang so I pre-lubed more than I needed for just one dick... use those filthy earth pony bucking hips!”

The racism rule hadn't take long to get used to; she was actually getting into it. She'd decided it was a pretty awesome rule since it was bound to get her ass kicked a few times. If her luck held up, she'd get to die screaming while she was still hot and young.

“I think I'll be gentle today,” Devil growled

Despite what he said, he stomped her in the stomach as soon as he got close to where she lay. As she gasped, he slammed a hoof down on her sack, twisting it back and forth to smash them painfully on the floor. Smokey moaned, arching her back and shivering as she wrapped her hind legs around him, even if she felt the need to vomit from the sudden stabbing agony. He was especially stressed because not even he was usually that violent.

"Why do you keep this thing anyway?" Devil asked. He wasn’t wrong; she’d refused an easy magical procedure to switch her fully. “If you were more of a masochist, I’d say it was so you can get them smashed."

He couldn't have been more right, but answering wasn't easy. She clenched her teeth at the sharp pain shooting up through her, and Devil twisted her legs as he jerked them wider. He kicked her in the crotch several more times, leaving her dizzy with delicious agony before pushing his fudge packer against her well-used asshole and ramming it. She squeezed her ring as it slid down the familiar shape of his shaft, his balls smacking her bottom as he lifted her rump off the floor.

Tears streamed down her face, even if they were more tears of joy, as Devil lifted her rump higher and drove himself into her, pile-driving her against the hard floor. He grasped her balls with his hooves, squeezing and twisting until she felt the need to vomit again from the pain.

“Oh, Break yes, hurt me,” moaned Smokey, shaft already splurting excited precum even as he crushed her balls. “Kill me! Do it!”

“Told you she wanted it!” Paper Cut gave her two caps, as if anyone wanted them.

Begging to be murdered wasn't an uncommon thing for Smokey to do during sex, and it’d became more sincere over time, much more than her partners assumed. Devil normally told her to can it when she said that, but this time he growled instead.

“W-wait,” Smokey panted. “Are you really gonna? Are you going to kill me? Oh, please say I get to be the first death!”

Devil's growl grew in frustration as he packed her ass harder as if just trying to blow his wad as fast as he could. She clenched her tail hole to encourage him and moved her hips with practiced motions.

“Does no answer mean you are?” Smokey's hope rose.

“Yes, okay?” Devil blurted out. “I'm about to murder you in cold blood! Are you happy now?”

"Yes, oh yes!" Smokey's whole body convulsed with waves of excitement. "Fuck my corpse too, okay?"

“Holy bucking horse apples you are... not fucked in the head at all,” Devil seemed disturbed, but kept ramming that hot ass.He wouldn’t be the first to find her ass worth pounding even while hating her.

But she couldn't believe it was finally happening! She'd been so worried that she wouldn't die screaming while she was still young and hot. Now a strong sexy stallion would butcher her, probably setting off a chain reaction of murder!

“Rip off my head and buck it!” Smokey was excited to the point she may have ceased making sense. “Gouge out my eye and fuck the socket! Oh! But crush my balls and feed them to me first, and then when Daddy comes in and sees my body you can murder him too!”

Devil looked freaked out, but was beyond stopping as close as he was, clenching his teeth and grasping her harder. She hoped he didn't spare her cause she freaked him out. Or maybe...

“Wait,” panted Smokey as she clenched her ass harder, feeling each curve and vein slide in and out past her anal ring. “You should keep me alive long enough to see you murder Daddy! This will be so bucking hot!”

“What the Tartarus?” Devil moaned, but seemed to be growing closer. “Do you hate your dad that much? I thought you did.”

“Of course not,” Smokey shivered. “I love him! It'd be torment to watch him die... mmm, such despair.”

Devil didn't look like he was enjoying himself as much as it seemed he should be. All the same, her talented ass drove him over the edge. Soon he blew his wad over her insides, and she shivered at the warmth pushing up through her. Yes! This was it! He was going to... huh?

He pulled free, withdrawing with a lewd slurp as his junk flopped beneath him. He panted as if sated, and left her lying there as he staggered towards the door. Did he lose his nerve? Damn it! Stallions always chickened out!

“I thought you were gonna kill me?” Smokey sighed.

“I am,” Devil said as he opened the door and departed.

The buck was up with this?

“So no killing yet?” sighed Paper. “Bucking cunt-teases, all of you.”

POV: Danger

Danger's team had half of the magitech labs to search, but she felt like she'd be the least helpful. The main reason she preferred this team was that the ones that rescued her probably wouldn't suspect or kill her. Also, Night Light would be respectful in the situation, and she was sure Sunburst was gay and possibly crushing on Night, so the chance of either requesting something lewd was slim.

She spent most of her way in wondering what she was looking at. There were large vats of chemicals, large control panels that she didn't know what did, and shelves full of potions or research notes. It seemed like there were experiments here before it opened. They'd only stopped a few weeks before the refugees entered because the top ranking Stable-Tec employees slated to come here kept dying mysteriously or outright being murdered. It was a good thing Crimson was available to step up as Overmare, because no others in line for the position made it in.

“I'm not exactly a magitech engineer,” commented Night as they entered what looked like a computer lab, rows of terminals lined up. “Where do you think we should look? We can't search all these files.”

“I don't know,” shrugged Sunburst, trying not to look at anything as if afraid of being interested.

“Well if it's a lab,” suggested Danger. “Maybe there's a main database terminal? Could at least tell you what experiments were happening when it shut down.”

“Maybe,” Night sighed. “Feel free to pitch in at any time, Sunburst.”

Danger and Night Light went from terminal to terminal, but they were all password protected. So instead, they checked the area around the desks. In any office, there was the one moron that wrote down their password at their desk, so they just had to find it. Sunburst sighed and sat in a corner while the other two searched.

“Got it!” Danger smiled and waved them over. The desk she was at had a post-it note that read 'Password: KingLordHighCommanderDarkflameSteelwingsTheMagnificent’; that was... an interesting password.

“Good,” Night Light trotted over, then blinked at the password as Danger typed it in. He turned to Sunburst. “You going to come over? Come on, stallion, I know this is depressing but we can't give up now with what we’ve already been through.”

“It's not like anything useful will be there,” said Sunburst, but shivered with curiosity at what they were finding.

“Anything would be good,” said Night. “Maybe something that will clear me from suspicion.”

Danger placed the tip of her hoof against the terminal's pointer pad, the arrow moving across the screen as she touched it. She flipped through the files, but there were so many. 'Current experiments' looked important, so she opened that first.

“Most of these are normal,” said Danger. “Experiments on better fertilizer for hydroponics, medical stuff... wait mutations? They had experiments running on how to make combat-ready cybercorns or controlling things like hydras and chimeras... or turning ponies into hydras and chimeras. And here is ‘procedures for acquiring citizens of lesser importance for experiments’. What the buck?”

“Well, they did fund themselves selling crazy ideas to the government,” said Night. “Definitely don't touch or drink anything down here.” He looked over her shoulder. “Break's sake... there are even pods designed to contain an experiment subject as they mutate.”

“Even though Stable-Tec wasn't part of the government, they...” started Sunburst, but then trailed off. “Um, never mind.”

“Oh, come on, don't give us half-info,” Night sighed. “But you're right, the Ministry of Magitech worked with Stable-Tec, since Moondancer worked for them after leaving the Ministry and going to work there. Starlight didn't even allow us to tell Cele... Daybreaker what we were working on sometimes. In hindsight, that was a huge red flag.”

“This is unlike you,” Danger mentioned to Sunburst. “Is something wrong?”

“Of course not,” Sunburst chuckled awkwardly. “Just um... stressed. Can't think.”

Well that conversation seemed to go nowhere, so Danger tried to come up with more as she continued scrolling through files for relevant data.

“So um, Night Light,” said Danger. “I don't blame you for anything Midnight Sparkle did, but I've always wanted to ask you how she turned out like that way?"

“That way?” asked Night Light, sighing. “I don't think she turned out so bad.”

That was odd. He never defended his daughter like that, yet here was doing it several times in a day.

“Regardless,” said Danger. “How'd she end up doing what she did?”

“Well,” sighed Night. “It all started when we enrolled her in magic school. They gave her a task to hatch a dragon egg with magic, and she failed the test.”

“I always thought that seemed like too difficult a test,” commented Sunburst. “I got in without casting a single spell.”

“My understanding is that that was the point of the test,” said Night. “The Princess received a premonition that her successor would be able to pass that test. So any new entries that fit what she was looking for were given it, but if they didn't pass, they could still take the regular test.”

“So did she not pass the regular test?” asked Danger.

“She never took it,” Night shook his head. “Instead her aunt, my late wife's sister, Star Sparkle, used the disillusionment to convince Twilight that she should train her instead. Twilight never made below an A, so failing even an impossible test upset her. Anyway, Star ended up teaching her illegal dark magic, which I didn't know until it'd been done.”

“Illegal at the time,” said Sunburst. “Almost everything became legal once they got good and desperate.

“Anyway,” said Night. “She joined Nightmare Moon as her protégé instead. Then a bit into the war, Twilight acquired the Alicorn Amulet, which gives a power boost, but makes one mentally unstable in the process. She held her own pretty well considering how powerful the thing is.”

“I wouldn't say 'held her own',” said Sunburst. “She killed her brother and your wife.”

“Sunburst!” Danger glared.

There was unhelpfulness and then there was heartlessness. What was up with him? Even Night Light had to pause a moment to grit his teeth before continuing.

“She didn't do that until something else,” said Night Light. “She found an ancient ruin called Ponehenge and went there alone. For some reason she thought Starswirl the Bearded would be there. Nopony knows what she actually found, but when she returned, she had strange shadow powers and called herself 'The Pony of Shadows' after some old mare's tale.”

“Yeah, I remember her calling herself that over broadcasts,” said Danger. “Then she upgraded the title to 'Her Divine Shadow'. Talk about a goddess complex.”

“She didn't have a goddess complex,” Night defended her again. “She was just... confused.”

“Then she murdered her brother and mother at her brother's wedding,” Sunburst added again unhelpfully.

“Sunburst!” Danger raised her voice. “I swear if you don't shut up I will kick those words through the back of your skull!”

“I'd... like to see you try,” Sunburst sighed and rubbed at his temples with both hooves. That was the least enthusiastic refusal she'd ever heard.

“Yeah, that was hilarious,” Paper snickered from the view screen; Danger wished it’d stop watching them so obviously. “Then his son’s fiancee got a rape-baby from Sombra instead. Classy!”

“Whatever,” Danger was sorry for bringing it up. The stress was getting to them all, and she didn’t want to excite that AI further.

Both stallions were being weird though. Night Light had said he considered his real daughter to be dead plenty before, but here he was defending the actions he should hate the most. And Sunburst was being an uncharacteristic dick.

Maybe it was rule-related, not that any of them was allowed to indicate they suspected as much. At least they hadn't tried to fuck her, so that was good.

Surviving Participants: 16

20. Pointless Endeavor

Thursday, 6/30/2078
POV: Crimson Prose

Crimson continued to sob her best against Winter's shoulder. He seemed nervous, like he realized how unlike her it was to act like this even after trauma. He kept edging away from her, like he wanted to flee, only for her to follow him. He kept his eyes shut tightly though, and she knew exactly why. Knowing everyone's rule was fun.

"Where did Devil go?" Shadow asked suddenly. "Winter! Did you see where he ran off to!"

"I... I don't have my eyes open," Winter shook his head.

"I'm faaaar too distraught to notice," purred Crimson, followed by more sobbing as she remembered she should be doing that. "I can't believe he murdered my wife right in front of me!"

"What the flying buck is wrong with everyone?" growled Shadow. "And why would Devil do all this? We already figured out he was framed for Cream's murder, so didn't anyone tell him?"

"Berry would have told him," Crimson said, again knowing the probable reason why. "If he didn't listen, then he's probably the traitor after all. Just because he's innocent of Cream's murder doesn't mean he's not the traitor, so he's probably trying to get us all before we go back behind a barricade."

"But then why wouldn't he have killed Button?" asked Shadow.

"He's obviously saving the foal for dessert," Crimson rolled her eyes, then remembered she was distraught, leaning back against Winter and whimpering.

"What happened?" Thunder's voice boomed from down the hall as he ran to them, looking into the room. "Oh for fucks sake! Did you have to kill her that brutally? Her fetus was far enough along, it might have been saved!" He looked right at Crimson. "Did your wife do this again?"

"Devil did it!" Crimson flopped against Thunder dramatically instead. "And he killed my wife and Sunburst, in the restroom down the hall! Their corpses are dripping with his cuuuuuum!"

"Oh..." Thunder blinked for a moment, looking fairly awkward. Crimson grinned inwardly.

"R-reacting to the drugs," repeated Winter. "I-I don't think he's the traitor."

"Three more dead, though?" Thunder growled. "Damn it, this was a pointless endeavor. We'll confirm the other dead and then head back to the kitchen to get the others. From there we all head back to our hideaway where we'll stay for the next three days. Period."

No one answered, all too exasperated by the new sudden deaths. Since Crimson didn't think of any good jokes or puns to make, she nodded somberly as well.

"Well, the restroom is this way," Crimson motioned as she trotted back down it, following her own bloody hoofprints that had led to the room Devil killed Berry and foal in.

"Any reason that there's only one set of bloody hoofprints leading from the bathroom to the other room?" Thunder asked thoughtfully.

"They're his," Crimson sniffled. "I hadn't gotten bloody yet."

"No, that's wrong," Thunder sighed. "They're clearly your hoof-size."

"Please, let's just... not do this again," Winter sighed.

"I can't believe you'd accuse me of murdering my own wife!" Crimson collapsed dramatically like a fashionista asked to wear a tacky hat.

"You know what, I don't even care," sighed Thunder. "Please continue leading on."

"Sure!" Crimson hopped up and trotted in front of him again. She knew she was being pretty obvious, but honestly it was pretty fun.

Besides, when they got to the restroom, their complaints were put to rest. As Winter remained outside, Shadow and Thunder followed her in to find Sunburst where he'd died on the floor and Tella with her head still in the toilet. They had both rather obviously been fucked. The question was, would they put two and two together that futa potions could have been used.

"A body has been discovered!" the announcement went off on cue. "It's a good thing that three of you went into the bathroom to find them too, else I wouldn't have been able to announce it and black out their images! Oh and I'm rolling Sunburst and Tella's into this one announcement for laziness reasons. That's all! Now get back to the Dining Hall so I can make more announcements!"

"Did they have to leave her like this?" sighed Shadow, moving to tug Tella's head out of the toilet and let it slop down onto the tile floor instead, as if that was much better. He looked back at Thunder. "Well they've obviously both used by a male... unless..."

"I don't care," Thunder sighed. "Everyone is baked and at each other's throat. We need to isolate again as soon as possible, so follow me to the Dining Hall. When we get there, I'll leave some things for Button to barricade his door with if he stays there."

They both suspected, but neither wanted to push it it seemed. She supposed she understood. After all, with all of them drugged, murdering someone didn't necessarily even mean she was the traitor. There was pretty much no way to uncover them at this point, since even if they died the killing would continue. She wondered what kind of strategy Thunder would try to prevent more, and how she'd get in the way.

"You know," Crimson pointed out to drag their attention away from it completely. "Didn't Paper Cut just say something about hurrying to the kitchen so she could make more announcements?"

"I'm sure it's just Gale having killed Button," sighed Thunder. "Doesn't particularly matter and doesn't extend our time since others died around the same time anyway. If anything, it'll make it easier because Button won't be killed by Devil in a few days."

"We really are sinking low," Shadow grumbled. "Are we really at the point where the death of a colt is no big deal?"

Thunder didn't answer. He turned and left the restroom.

When they arrived at the kitchen, Winter stayed at the door again, not wanting to go in lest he see a corpse. Thunder and Shadow walked ahead, Crimson following as Winter stood at the door. As she entered the room, Crimson had to strain to keep from cracking up.

First there was Gale, dead with her head in an oven that was still on, smoke from burning feathers gathering near the ceiling. Then there was Button, also dead on the stove eyes above her, adding to the smell. Third there was Smokey, unbound and giggling, preparing to saw Danger's leg off with a serrated kitchen knife.

"Help me!" screeched Danger as soon as the door opened.

"Oh come on!" Thunder growled, racing over to Smokey with Shadow by his side. It was pretty easy for them to restrain the giggling monster that was Smokey.

"Aw, ya got me!" Smokey smiled. "So how ya gonna kill me?"

Thunder growled, grasping his claws around Smokey's head as if ready to snap her neck, but then glanced at Shadow and thought better of it. Too bad he didn't know, like Crimson, that Shadow wasn't allowed to care even if Thunder did murder his daughter in front of him. And at this point, would he even care without the rule?

Still, Crimson was glad the little devil would stay alive a bit longer. She was the most fun of the survivors.

Though speaking of rules, there was still Crimson's rule. She had a certain someone she had to make sure was dead before the game ended. Though in a way, it seemed like Paper had given her an easy rule on purpose. Crimson already made sure to murder every male she slept with, the rule just added the other gender while she was in here.

“This is terrible!” Crimson played it up a bit more

Pretending to be frightened, Crimson backed out the door where Winter stood, carefully avoiding anywhere that might cause him to look at a corpse. He shrieked as the door suddenly swung open, closing his eyes quickly, but apparently he got a glimpse before he could.

“Damn it all!” Winter shrieked, taking a deep breath and keeping his eyes shut. “Is it just Gale or?...”

“Nah, it’s Button too,” Crimson informed him, then once again remembered that she was depressed and whimpered. “It would have been Danger too, but we arrived too early… I mean in time to stop it!”

“Would you do me a favor, Overmare?” Winter sighed. “Lead me to Gale so I won’t need to open my eyes.”

“Wanting to say goodbye?” Crimson knew that wasn’t it. She quite happily grasped his horn with her tail and led him across the room.

“For Break’s sake, what are we going to do with you Smokey?” sighed Thunder as they moved, re-tying Smokey with the same bonds as before, making doubly sure they wouldn’t come undone.

Neither he nor Shadow was watching Winter, though Smokey peered over curiously. Crimson smirked at Smokey and gave her a wink. Winter clenched his beak shut, cheeks puffing out slightly as if trying not to vomit from the smell.

Crimson led him over to Gale and pushed him against her bottom. Winter grasped it in his hooves and tried not to breathe too much, feeling one hoof around for her dead slit. Even with the drug in his system, he had to grind on it a bit to get hard enough.

“I swear if… now what the fuck are YOU doing?” Shadow demanded when he noticed that Winter was mounting corpses. He started to rush to stop him, but Thunder moved to stop him. Thunder sighed and glanced at his pipbuck.

“This one isn’t as easy as I thought it’d be though,” Thunder groaned, giving no explanation as he walked over to the oven.

Thunder switched it off before pulling Gale’s head from it, having to yank a few times since she was baked into the tray. Most of her beak and face didn’t come out with her head, and Thunder cringed slightly at the sight of her skeletal face, but all the same his shaft was growing heavier beneath him.

After a moment deciding how to do things, Thunder finally wrenched off the charred head, cracking it off at the neck and tossing it back into the oven. He pulled her neck stump closer instead, fishing his tip for her esophagus before pressing it into her gut directly.

Shadow grumbled, probably figuring this was rules based and not saying anything, instead just turning away from it all and waiting for it to end. However, he was pretty hard himself whether he wanted to admit it or not, and Crimson had been pretty curious about his rather unique shaft. Sure it raised the probability of her rule being broken, but she didn’t mind a challenge too much.

Crimson slid her head beneath him and gave his erection a long slurp, running her tongue down the side, then moved to face the other action and waggled her behind at him, hiking up her tail. Shadow froze and tensed up.

“Didn’t your wife just die?” Shadow asked. “And I could have sworn you didn’t like guys.”

“Yeah whatever,” Crimson shrugged. “We’re all drugged. Come on and put your dick in the dyke, it’s not like I’ll kill you for it.”

“Damn it,” Shadow sighed, but wasn’t up for resisting either as he turned and pulled himself atop her behind, trying not to look at the other mess.

Crimson, on the other hoof, took in a lot of the other mess. She licked her lips as she watched Gale’s headless corpse bounce back and forth.

Winter was getting into it, but still kept his eyes clenched shut so he wouldn’t have to get into any other corpses. From the fleshy slurping of penetration, it sounded like Gale’s pussy had been dried out a bit by the heat already, but at least that had kept it warm. Winter reached around, massaging her spongy breasts.

Thunder looked gradually less sick himself, and soon he was happily thrusting away at her neck hole, ignoring the tip of her severed spine jabbing him in the gut with each thrust. A string of blood and flaccid gore rolled down Thunder’s balls and onto the open oven in a gooey string as he pumped into her throat.

“Fuck,” Thunder groaned. “If I knew it was this good, I’d have lopped off the cunt’s head already.”

“Doesn’t it bother you?” asked Winter between grunts.

“Not as much anymore,” Thunder shrugged. “This dirty whore had it coming. Too bad about the egg though, I’ll probably feel worse about that once I’m not drugged.”

Thunder leaned over and slurped at Winter’s muzzle, and the two males engaged in a kiss over their mutual corpse toy.

Crimson continued to watch as Shadow nipped at the back of her neck, digging his cyberclaws into her flank as he pushed his shaft inside of her. The metal was strangely pliable within her, and warmer than any shaft she’d had before. She panted and pushed her plot back against him, rolling her hips and arching her back as she enjoyed another screw.

As she did, Smokey rolled over to them and giggled as her head ended up near to Crimson’s.

“Did you kill your wife, hornhead?” whispered Smokey as Crimson leaned down to kissed her.

“Yeah,” Crimson saw no reason not to admit it to this monster. No one would believe her if she told. “Sunburst too, don’t tell anyone. Devil killed Berry. Did you kill the brat and bird bitch?”

“Killed em both, yep!” Smokey bragged, though Crimson had to wonder if she was entirely honest. “Reckon anyone else will die, demon horse?”

“Everyone, if I can help it,” muttered Crimson. “You, me, them… definitely going to kill your dad and Thunder, at least.”

“Awesome!” Smokey’s grin widened, clearly on board with the idea. “I hope you die too like a unicorn deserves. I’m jealous of you though, getting fucked by my dad. I wish he’d do me, like all the way, do me to death!”

“Eh, go fuck Danger for now,” Crimson offered, still in a whisper. “Her rule... oh wait I can't say that. Um, just fuck her all you can for reasons.”

“Wow!” Smokey nodded, clearly having been given the impression that Crimson was the traitor due to her knowledge, but not seeming to care. “I don’t normally like pussy, but if it’ll get her killed…”

Smokey rolled further, Crimson giving her a push to help out so she could bump into Danger. She ran her tongue over Danger’s face, then tried to pin her body against the wall.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Smokey giggled as she asked loudly to Danger.

“N-no,” Danger groaned, looking away from her. She looked towards the others, tears streaking down her face, probably to see if they were done enough to come pull Smokey off of her and looking panicked.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong if you want to plow your daughter,” Crimson said more loudly to Shadow.

“Shut the fuck up, dyke bitch,” Shadow continued to deny himself the pleasure. Crimson would have to try to think of a way to help out with that.

“See, bone head? My dad’s so unreasonable,” Smokey complained as she flopped around on Danger trying to line up her dick with Danger’s forbidden hole. “Thanks to that, I might not get to be kill-bucked by him.”

“Nah, don’t give up hope,” encouraged Crimson. “Nice term ‘kill-buck’ though. I hope I don’t forget it.”

Thunder glanced over from where he was, seeing the other ponies had paired off, but didn’t put a stop to Smokey’s antics as of yet. Instead he grasped Gale’s shoulder’s with his claws and rammed her neckhole harder. Her torso and belly seemed to ripple slightly with the impacts before the wound on her gut finally tore open completely and a string of gore spilled onto the floor beneath them.

Winter increased his own thrusting, though it looked like a mix of lust and of just wanting to get it over with. He clenched his eyes shut, and Crimson imagined he was trying to fantasize that he was plowing a living female, but that was impossible with the smell in this place.

“It’s probably the drugs talking,” panted Thunder. “But I wish we could get out before she got very rotten, would love to preserve and stuff her. Still got three days at least though… and that’s only if no one else dies… damn it.”

“I just want to shut myself in a pod and not come out until it’s done,” grunted Winter. “Then I won’t have to… chance the drug making me do things.”

“Not a terrible idea, actually,” sighed Thunder. “Fuck, gonna cum. At least my bitch will rot with a belly full of my seed.”

Winter was creaming before Thunder got the sentence out, trying not to moan too loudly lest he get a nice whiff of the stench in the room. Moments after he pumped Gale’s pussy full, Thunder was plowing a load into her neck hole as well.

“Damn,” Crimson said. “This reminds me of some of what I saw when visiting battlefields after the fighting stopped. Juicy stuff like public neck-fucking of corpses doesn’t happen nearly enough.”

“Shut it,” grunted Shadow from atop her, plowing her now with an utter absence of affection, just juicing his dick in her pussy as rapidly as he could. The spines on his shaft gave her a nice inner massage, and she was already leaking fluid down her thighs from several creams.

“So romantic,” Crimson smirked up at him, rolling her hips back and wrapping her tail around his balls. “You know it’s too bad whoever designed your cyber-dick didn’t make it into this stable. Would have liked to meet them.”

“Shut it,” repeated Shadow as he clenched his teeth, digging his claws into her flanks as he blew a thick load into Crimson’s snatch. There was another pony that wasn’t allowed to survive if Crimson wanted to, but she doubted it was an issue. Paper Cut didn’t seem keen on letting them out at all.

Smokey had more trouble than she’d like getting into Danger in her current condition, but she finally managed to push inside. Though she didn’t seem very good at thrusting into things, flailing more than humping.

“Come on and get off!” Smokey grinned down at Danger. “I’ve never felt another lady cum on my dick!... okay that’s an obvious lie, but I still want to feel it!”

“Okay, this is done,” Thunder grunted, drawing his dick from Gale’s neck and letting her corpse flop back into the open oven door.

As Winter pulled free as well and awkwardly felt his way to the exit with his eyes closed, Thunder moved to Smokey. Smokey squealed in disappointment as she was pulled off of Danger before she even really got going, another attempt at murdering the other captive ruined.

Danger sighed in relief as Thunder dragged Smokey back to the cart that they wheeled them in on, followed by tossing Danger after her, back to back so that Smokey wouldn’t try anything else.

“Hurry up,” Thunder grunned at Shadow.

“Almost,” panted Shadow.

A few moments later he groaned as he blasted Crimson’s womb full. A sting shot up through her as he punched his sharp tip through her cervix and hosed her down with cum that was hot enough to be uncomfortable. It amused Crimson that it seemed to be designed to force itself into holes, and she wished she knew the inventor even more.

“Come on,” Thunder called back as he helped Winter out the door via throwing him, then pushed the cart after.

Date: Friday, 7/1/2078
POV: Winter

After relieving the tension caused by their collective highness, they’d all headed back.

Thunder continued taking the lead and focused his attention on making sure the others survived whether they wanted to or not. To that end, they made sure they had enough food and sealed themselves back inside. Since there were only six in tow now, each sleeping shift was only three ponies.

Danger was released from her bonds eventually, but Smokey was left permanently tied up after the antics she’d been up to. Smokey was put in Shadow and Thunder’s sleeping group so they’d be able to watch her while the others slept.

Winter suspected that Crimson should be tied up too, but perhaps Thunder wasn’t willing to tie up the Overmare even now. Either way, he wasn’t very comfortable being alone with her and Danger while the others were asleep. However at the end of the two sleeping shifts, everyone there was still alive.

Still, Winter knew better than to hope for survival. He was certain something would happen; it always did.

The next morning, they all sat around eating breakfast together, knowing the food was poisoned, but they couldn’t go without eating either. Crimson was tapping away at one of the general use computers as they ate.

“This really is the perfect hiding lab,” Crimson commented. “Just look at the list of stuff in here. There’s bleeding preventers for surgery that were never released, pain enhancement potions, and some failed concoction meant to make artificial alicorns. Apparently it turns you into a monster instead… like most of those experiments did, I guess.”

“Bottom line, don’t drink anything in here that we didn’t bring in,” Thunder growled.

“Honestly?” Winter sighed. “You should lock all of us in pods permanently with enough food for a week and a bucket to shit in. I think that’s the only way we’ll ever last long enough without anything happening.”

“Yeah we’re not doing that,” smirked Crimson, then patted the desk where she sat and looked over at Danger. “Wanna lay on the desk here and we can eat each other out? You deserve a nice relaxing lick after being cooped up with ropes that whole time.”

Smokey snickered madly for some reason, but was still tied up in her corner, eating her food out of a plate on the floor like a dog.

“S-sure,” stammered Danger, but she didn’t look very enthused as she moved to flop over the desk, crawling atop it before rolling over onto her back and splaying out her legs. She clenched up her face and every muscle in her body, which was how she seemed to look anytime someone fucked her, yet she always agreed to do it.

“Well if we’re going to start that up this morning,” said Thunder, glancing at his pipbuck briefly before turning to Winter. “Looks like the two cunts in the room are going to be busy with each other, so bend over for some griffon dick.”

“To be honest, I’m not really in the mood,” Winter said. He was pretty sure his brain shorted out at this point, or maybe he just got used to the drug, because he was really not in the mood this morning.

“I wasn’t asking,” Thunder walked over to Winter, shaft swinging freely beneath him. “Come on, bend over the desk next to the Overmare.”

Winter clenched his teeth for a moment, then nodded. He didn’t want any trouble that might result in another death, especially not his, so he turned his bottom around and propped himself up on the desk next to the one Crimson and Dagner was on.

“Don’t even think about asking,” Shadow growled pre-emptively to Smokey.

“Aww…” Smokey lamented.

“But I am frisky,” sighed Shadow. “Hey, Crimson?”

“You should fuck Danger up the ass instead, she wants it,” Crimson chuckled. She’d just climbed atop Danger, but gripped her in all fours and rolled over so that Danger was atop her.

“Yeah, sure,” Danger monotoned.

“Damn,” Shadow walked over to them too, shaft pulsating as he climbed onto the desk. “Wish I’d know what a rabid slut you were before, Danger. Would have had you more often before this.”

Crimson coiled her tail about Danger’s neck and pulled her head downward between her legs as she gave Danger’s slit a slurp, tweaking her clit with her teeth. Shadow climbed up behind Danger, and Crimson moved a hoof to guide his shaft to her bottom. Danger tensed as he pushed it into her sopping wet pussy for several strokes to get lubricated before pushing it against her tailhole and popping inside instead.

“We have really grown shameless,” panted Crimson, giving Shadow’s shaft a slurp as he moved it to Danger’s ass, then slurping at her pussy, nibbling along her lips. “I mean sure public sex is allowed in the stable, but we don’t normally get this level of ‘Hey let’s have an orgy’ out of nowhere.”

“Tail UP,” Thunder growled as he yanked Winter’s tail out of the way. He didn’t bother listening to Crimson, instead just pushing his shaft against Winter’s rear entry. Unlike Shadow, he didn’t bother with lubrication, instead just digging his claws into Winter’s flanks and forcing it in. Winter grunted, tears welling up in his eyes and trying to relax.

Smokey propped herself up against the desk to watch even if she wasn’t being allowed to participate, and seemed mostly interested in Danger, grinning at her madly as if waiting for something.

“That’s it sluts,” panted Shadow as Crimson slurped at his nuts and Danger’s pussy alternately, moving to pound her ass more firmly, nibbling up the back of her mane. The grin on his face was quite the proud one, probably getting his ego stroked that both remaining pussy-owners wanted to be with him.

Winter couldn’t not watch the hotness next to him, but definitely wasn’t enjoying the drilling of his ass. Still, it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve this. He’d set all this madness off by raping Ginger Snap to begin with, and now the one he originally meant to blame as the traitor was too dead to blame; he’d just lost his nerve after everyone started dying.

Thunder was enjoying it more, grabbing Winter’s mane in one claw, yanking it and turning his head around to look at his eyes. He peered down at him dominantly as if enjoying the way his face twitched with each ram up the behind by that ridged and knotted shaft. It was no wonder rape was so prominent in griffon society, because their dicks were definitely made for it.

“Your faggot doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself, Thunder,” said Crimson between laps at Danger’s pussy as the earth mare whimpered pathetically in Crimson’s. “No wonder, I guess he prefers fillies. Pretty surprised he raped Ginger Snap before we were even drugged.”

Thunder paused his thrusting for just a moment to register that, but then moved back in force even harder. Winter wasn’t sure if they didn’t realize, or if this just brought it fresh to their mind, but Shadow glared down at him pretty intensely as well. Crimson may as well have put ‘next to die’ on his forehead with that comment, and she probably knew it.

“Come to think about it,” growled Thunder. “Unlike the rest of us, Winter here will probably be charged with his crime when we leave. Even if the Overmare didn’t see fit to make a minimum age, I’m pretty sure rape is still frowned upon.”

“I guess,” shrugged Crimson. “... says the guy that raped me in a closet before he’d been drugged.”

“I think there’s a big difference,” growled Thunder, but seeming unperturbed at Crimson’s accusation at the same time. “Between raping a raving slut and a preteen filly guide.”

“Come on guys,” Winter grunted between impacts on his behind. “We’re all out of sorts. If you want to try me when we get out, go ahead, but can we just… not right now?”

“Well,” Crimson said between slurps at Danger. “The Overmare and Head of Security are here, so we could pass judgement now if we wanted.”

“Cut his cock off and choke him to death on it!” Smokey suggested.

“Cute,” Thunder grunted. “But no, we’re not killing anyone.”

“Though cutting the cock off has merit,” smirked Crimson.

Winter tried his best to massage at Thunder’s shaft with his behind, hoping he could get him off quickly and maybe that would calm his guns a bit, but he was getting increasingly nervous and didn’t know how serious they might be. He wasn’t sure what he could say to make things better either.

“Didn’t you and Gale do some stuff?” Paper sprang to life on the screen nearby. “Not talking about since you got here, talking about before that.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re implying,” Winter said, even if he knew exactly what it was, and how Paper knew. Damn that computer.

“That you were the one Gale lost her virginity to when she was eight,” smirked Paper. “Same age as little Ginger, how fun! Raped her in every hole, didn’t you, and kept doing it until she went from having it to slutting it up. I wonder if you would have taken as long to do little Ginger? You’re probably better at it now.”

Damn it! This was so messed up and unfair! She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Come on, guys,” Winter grunted. “Don’t listen to her, she just wants more killing.”

“On the contrary!” Paper giggled. “I don’t want them to kill you; I want them to slice off your dick so I can hear how you scream.”

“You know what?” panted Thunder. “For once, I agree with that little AI shit.”

Thunder grabbed Winter by the mane suddenly, dragging him off the desk while still attached to his behind. Winter squealed much as Paper thought he would as Thunder pushed him over to one of the lab tables, and Winter saw exactly where this was going. There was a stone grinder atop this table, made for grinding minerals into dust for experiments.

“Oh come on!” Winter struggled, only to have Thunder smash his head hard against the table.

“Dick in the press, foal fucker,” Thunder growled. “Danger, you’re best at healing, why don’t you get some of the medical supplies for when I’m done. Don’t want him to bleed to death.”

“Oh thank Break,” Danger panted as she pulled her face away from Crimson’s crotch.

“Hold it!” Shadow growled, grasping Danger by the hips and holding her where she was. “Know your place, slut. I’m not done with your asshole.”

Crimson seemed okay with breaking up their threesome though, climbing off of Danger and trotting over to where Winter was to help out. She smirked at Winter, seeming to take in his terrified expression as she took hold of his erect shaft, massaging it up and down, teasingly placing the tip against the grinder.

“Come on!” Winter begged. “Just grinding it off has to be illegal!”

“That’s the thing about being Overmare in what may be the only surviving Stable,” Crimson smirked. “Anything is as legal as I want it to be.”

“Please,” Winter started to tear up now, shaking his head. “I’m sorry okay? Come on Overmare, this isn’t like you.”

“You have no idea,” laughed Crimson, flicking the on switch on the device, it buzzing to life, the sound of crushing turbines from within winding up and ready to crush.

Behind them, Shadow could be heard moaning as he creamed inside Danger’s asshole, not that Winter cared much about that at this point. From the clamouring, Danger pulled away from him as soon as he did, Winter assumed going for medical supplies. Oh crap, they were really going to do this.

Thunder groaned and rammed Winter’s behind harder, Winter tensing up his legs and trying hard not to be pushed forward. He panicked and squirmed to avoid going inside, but Crimson held his shaft steady so it would go directly inside if Thunder pushed him forward enough. He could feel the air from the moving parts within as he was pushed dangerously close.

“Please I’m begging y-” Winter cried out one last time, but was cut short.

Thunder groaned and gripped Winter’s hips in his own claws, cumming his load into Winter’s tailhole. As he did so, he pushed forward with all his might, and there was nothing Winter could do to stop it. His strength wasn’t a match for a hardened soldier’s.

It wasn’t so much spinning blades inside as grinding plates, and Winter suddenly found his best bits trapped between them. He shrieked hard enough to go into a gagging fit as the stinging pain shot up through his shaft, blood splattering out the opening. Once caught inside, it pulled him deeper, crushing a bit of his shaft at a time.

As tears streamed down his face, Crimson bunched up his balls in her magic, making sure they were pushed in as well. He felt the loose flesh catch against the spinning parts, the shrieked anew as said flesh was torn off to leave his testicles bloody and bare. They were soon to follow, crushed like grapes in a press with an audible squish as he struggled to pull back.

Thunder’s groans almost outshined Winter’s shrieks, enjoying the convulsions of Winter’s tailhole around him as the agony ripped through the pony. The griffon used it to ride out his own orgasm as long as he could within Winter’s behind, panting against his ear and rolling his eyes back as if Winter’s screams were sweet music.

“For Break’s sake, that clench is amazing,” Thunder groaned. He rode his orgasm for a while within the convulsing asshole, pushing Winter’s bloody belly against the device, the stallion’s equipment completely twisted off now.

“Oh goodness,” Danger pulled Thunder off of Winter once he was done. “Did we really have to do this?”

Winter collapsed onto the floor screaming as Danger poured a stringing potion on the hole where his dick used to be to kill infection. The rest was a blur, but he was mildly cognizant of her patching him up enough that he didn’t bleed to death.

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