Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

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.

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