Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

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.

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