Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

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.

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