Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

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.