Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Thursday, 6/30/2078
POV: Devil Rose

Devil tossed the empty food package behind him in the air vent once he finished it. He'd tried not to eat so he wouldn't get dosed further, but not eating just weakened him so he was affected more by less, so there wasn't much of a point. Either way, he'd never been so bucking hard in his entire life, and it sure as Tartarus made it a pain to crawl through air ducts.

It had gotten rapidly worse over the previous 24 hours, and masturbating didn't sate it at all. He needed to penetrate someone, but looking for the others was a bad idea, as was going back to bang any of the corpses left so far. He couldn't believe he even considered that option, but this drug had really done a number on him.

At least they hadn't tried to hunt him down or anything after a day. Assuming they weren't still killing each other at random, maybe they'd all be freed in another two days. He hadn't heard any new body discovery announcements, but that could only mean that enough people hadn’t found the corpses.

Devil pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of shouting from further down the hallway. He moved closer to the exit of the air duct, peeking out the best he could.

"Devil!" it was Shadow's voice. "Come on! We figured out you're not the traitor and just want to make sure you're safe!"

Well it was Shadow, the one he trusted the most out of everyone here, but still... he waited a bit longer as they approached.

"This is pointless," Winter's voice said more quietly as they got closer. "We shouldn't be out here, we're endangering everyone. Damn it... why is this happening?"

Shadow and Winter came into view down the hall, Berry Brew trotting quietly behind them with her head hung low and not keeping up very well. Not surprising, given what happened to her wife, but it was hard for Devil to pity her when the drug had him wanting to hump every one of her holes.

"Complaining won't fix anything," Shadow told Winter as they walked past the vent without any of them seeing Devil. "Why am I the only one shouting anyway? Why don't you put in some work?"

Before Winter could answer though, there was a sudden grinding sound that cut them off. Devil jerked hard enough to slam his head into the top of the vent, which gave him a piercing headache but at least was covered up by the other sound. The sound, it turned out, was the fire door in the hall suddenly closing for no apparent reason. As Berry was lagging behind, it cut her off from the other two.

"What?" Berry looked up suddenly and moved to open the door again, finding it shut tight. "What is this? Winter? Shadow?"

"Berry?" Shadow called from the other side. "Damn it, it won't budge!"

"Paper Cut!" Winter called, making the safe assumption that she was behind this. "Open the door! This isn't fair!"

"Not my doing!" claimed Paper from the nearby monitor. "Hm, must be a glitch. Failure can strike at any time, you know! Blame Stable-Tec!"

"Bullshit!" Winter screamed, not believing it for a second.

Winter wasn't wrong to doubt; this seemed too convenient. Paper had to know Devil was in this vent via his pipbuck signal, so had the AI split up Berry from the other in hopes that Devil would jump her? He had to admit, it was pretty convenient. Since she was already pregnant, he could give her pussy a good pounding to relieve himself and not have to worry about knocking her up. Maybe he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Whatever," Shadow groaned. "I think I remember a way to loop back through another hall. Stay where you are, Berry, we shouldn't be more than 5 minutes!"

That was assuming other fire doors didn't conveniently malfunction.

Devil peaked out again, watching as Berry slumped down against the fire door, whimpering as she sank to the floor. She folded her hooves beneath her in a bread loaf position like a cat, resting on her belly as she waited.

Damn it. He shouldn't, but his cock was throbbing so hard it hurt. It wasn't like he had to kill her, right? And it wasn't like he was going to damage her psyche any more than it already was from watching her pregnant wife die, right? He rationalized why it was mostly okay for him to rape her, but the honest truth was that he was horny and sinking his dick into an unwilling dyke's pussy could really hit the spot.

Berry squeaked loudly when Devil pushed the vent out and crawled out of it, looking at him wide-eyed. She wobbled to her hooves, looking down the hall and clearly considering fleeing, but backed into the corner instead and took a deep breath as if telling herself there was no reason to worry. At the same time though, she seemed afraid to speak.

This was too easy. Devil reached to his back and pulled his sword from its sheath, pointing it towards her. She squeaked again and shook her head, but still didn't speak to him directly.

"Shadow! Winter!" Berry screamed for them instead, but they were unlikely to hear her at this point.

"Calm down," panted Devil. "Come with me... and I swear I won't hurt you."

Would he not hurt her? Even he wasn't sure. The drugs had all sorts of horrible things flowing through his mind, especially after having seen her wife having been gutted. A fetus would be pretty tight around his...

Damn it, no! He couldn't think about that! He just needed a quick bang and he'd be more himself again. Then again, now that he said he wouldn't hurt her, he had to hurt her a little to follow his rule.

Berry gulped, nodding slowly, but still not speaking to him directly. It was weird, but he honestly didn't care why. He motioned to her to move and followed behind her, certain the pregnant mare couldn't outrun him. He pointed the direction she should go occasionally with his sword.

He'd been wandering around until he knew the place pretty well, so he knew which direction Shadow and Winter would arrive from, if they arrived at all thanks to Paper's antics. He'd been spending much of his time in here, since it seemed to have been unused and only had a few boxes in it. A few of his food packets littered the floor, which he kicked out of the way before turning to Berry.

Berry looked back with fear in her eyes, and moved a worried hoof to her own swollen belly, but still said nothing to him.

"Your brat won't get hurt if you cooperate," Devil assured her. "Just turn your ass around and present that pussy."

He started with that intent at least. He'd rationalized that he'd be able to hold himself enough to just give her a quick rape, but he already knew it wouldn't end there. Her depressed expression and shivering form, which normally would make him feel bad for her, just made him feel hotter. He was slowly realizing that he wanted to see this mare suffer as much as possible. After all, everyone thought he was a traitor now, he may as well enjoy living up to that expectation.

"Another one?" Paper Cut's voice said from the monitor. "Damn, it's a good thing I can be on two screens at once or I'd have to choose which to watch!"

Devil ignored the AI's antics, not even bothering to look at the monitor. His eyes were focused on Berry's shivering body as she turned to face away from him. She spread her hind legs, bracing her front against the floor as she flagged her tail upwards. Despite her depression, the drug had kept her nice and soggy, fluid drooling down her thighs.

Moving up behind her, he kept a muzzle-grip on his sword. He dragged it along her back, , eliciting a whimper from her before he pulled himself up atop her. She braced herself more as he slid atop her. He let his shaft prod against her nethers, and despite his need wanted to tease her for a while.

"So, I guess Figure Eight got what she deserved," Devil said, just wanting her more miserable. "But no big loss, right? Nobody liked that insufferable cunt."

Berry shrieked and felt seconds from bucking him off before he slid his sword in front of her throat, pressing it against her flesh. He laughed as her whimpering turned to sobbing, drinking up the sound as he finally pushed his hips forward. As he felt the unwilling pussy clenching around his shaft, wet labia sliding over him, he lost himself completely in the moment.

"That's it, be a good girl," Devil's mind degraded more, and his 'rule' became a bit of a game for him. "As long as you mind, I won't rip out your fetus and fuck it in front of you. You won't have to bleed out while you watch me ram my cock all the way through your dead foal."

The mare shook her head and sobbed more, eyes wide with terror. She desperately attempted to sate the crazed stallion, rolling her hips back against him. He shivered as she did her best to massage over his shaft, and the rippling of moist flesh felt incredible. His drugged state made him crazed, but it felt better than any hole he'd ever been inside.

As distressed as she was, Berry was just as affected, and soon her thrusting became far more sincere. Her mind sank into a further addled state with each passing moment. Her body was wet with sweat, eyes twitching as if trying to resist her own dark desires. He cried out louder as he slammed into her cervix within, knocking at the door leading to the new life inside her with each thrust.

"I-I deserve this!" Berry finally broke her silence. "I-I deserve this for butchering my wife, for ripping our child out of her womb! Fuck it out of me and make me watch it die! It'll be better off than with a terrible mother like me!"

"I-I knew you did it, slut," Devil panted. "Holy fucking horse apples that is... not hot at all."

Devil felt himself surge with lust as he was given even more reason to do her in, not that he needed it. Granted, her being less innocent than he thought made her death a bit less sexy, but that was more than made up for having a mother beg for him to fuck the innocent life inside her to death. Her pussy was already a fountain of juice, but now it was in near constant convulsions, as if she'd gone into an orgasmic fit and couldn't get herself to stop.

"Ding dong bing bong," the sound came from the nearby monitor. "An NG violation has occurred! Berry Brew broke her rule 'Do not talk to a male without threatening him'. She's currently in..."

"No!" shrieked Berry. "Don't tell them where I am! They'll stop Devil from killing me in screaming agony!"

"Damn," Paper Cut chuckled, seemingly only to Berry. "I was afraid the Touch wouldn't work so well with the substitute ingredients I had to use, but seems it worked fine for some of you. Fine! I'll cut the public announcement off there and let them fret."

He was fully engaged in the act now; there was no turning back. Letting himself tip over that edge felt so amazing that a few more pounds at Berry's womb door was all it took for him to go off. Her came just as he rammed his tip through her cervix, her body spasming harder around him as he injected his sperm into the fluid-filled compartment. The fetus bathed in his cum before he jerked back.

"Yes, cum all over her!" Berry groaned, eyes rolled back until they were all white. "It's a filly you know, it'll be the tightest pussy you've ever had, I can't wait to see her squall and die on your fat dick!"

"Holy fucking shit," Devil panted.

This bitch might be even more affected than him, but she was right, and he wanted to feel that impossibly underage cunt gripping him. 'Fucking a fetus to death' hadn't been on his bucket list before now, but it seemed like a worthy addition.

As he ripped his cock out of her, a stream of fluid followed as her water broke, punctured womb spilling free. She grunted as her body convulsed more, but he wasn't waiting for her to deliver. He grabbed her by one hind leg, yanking it to flip her over onto her back, and she lay with legs spread, ready for him to take it out of her and looking on in ecstacy. He grinned at her and put his sword to her leaky pussy.

"Mmmph, wait," Berry begged. "Be sure I live long enough to watch you fuck her to death."

"You should name her to make her murder more personable!" Paper Cut suggested helpfully.

"Mmm, Chalcone!" Berry moaned. "Great name for a useless byproduct, now her cum-filled corpse will have a name!"

"Should have known you'd make an alchemy joke," Paper rolled her eyes. "None of the readers are gonna get that, you know."

"Oh don't worry," Devil purred, ignoring Paper's peanut gallery. "I know how to cut so you'll take a while to bleed out." Honestly he didn't really care, he just wanted that tight little pussy at this point.

Devil pushed the sword into her, but couldn't help but thrust it a bit as he punctured through her. He pushed it in deee enough to press his tip against her cervix, then pulled it upward starting with the handle. He started with her clit, ripping the blade up through it, then slicing through her belly, tearing a blood gash up through her body. He didn't know how long she'd last, but the sight of the pregnant mare's belly slicing upwards was too delicious for words as her blood poured free.

He expected her to scream when he started cutting, but she only moaned louder as if the drugs made even agony a tantalizing experience. She creamed herself again, erupting a mix of femme-juice and blood from the gaping wound as he cut her upwards to her belly. Berry couldn't take her eyes off her gut, reaching her front hooves down to pull her thighs apart to encourage it.

"Oh buck," Berry groaned. "Why does this feel so good? Do it! Slice the slut out and run her through with your pulsating cock!"

Lust seemed to only make the effects of the drug worse; the more he relieved his urges the worse they got. Devil fumbled dizzily with his sword, dropping it out of his muzzle, and instead grasped hold of the flap of flesh in his teeth and tore it open further.

There was her womb, draining rapidly, showing the shape of the kicking fetus within. It already struggled, perhaps having been ready to squeeze out, but there was no need. Devil tore the womb out of her ravenously, shaking it like a dingo with a baby until the fetus slopped out atop her mother's torn body, splashing the soup bowl of gore and fluid that had gathered in her open gut.

Berry couldn't speak, but still looked at them with wild eyes, licking her lips and clearly wanting to see more. She shivered violently as Chalcone took her first breath and screeched as loud as she could, squirming there as Devil picked her up in both front hooves. He moved forward over the trembling, dying mare, and put the filly's lips to her own. She kissed the infants screaming face passionately, sending it into a fit of choking as her tongue dove throat deep to interupt her sobbing.

The infant had been near birth anyway, and was completely viable. If they stopped now, it would almost certainly live. The waste of innocent life so he could have hot tight flesh around his cock thrilled Devil to the core. He could only imagine how her deathgasm would feel on his rod.

As Devil brought her up again, he put his bloody tip directly against the filly's tiny little puss, letting her mother see the stretch around his tip. Berry grasped Chalcone's hind legs with her forehooves, yanking them apart so hard that Devil heard a large crack as one of the hind legs dislocated. The little one's squalling raised an octave as Berry held her hind legs apart and watched eagerly.

Getting into the little slut was easier said than done, but Devil was determined. After half-a-dozen tries slipping off before he popped inside, he finally felt the newly minted pussy pop over his tip. He almost lost his grip on her from the electric shock of feeling that tightness around his tip, but managed to grasp harder so that he could ram deep.

Berry rapidly grew weaker, but held on with her desire to see her newborn perish. She released her legs, allowing them to spasm as they flopped to either side, and instead felt up the tiny body to feel the shape of Devil's cock. She grabbed her by the squawking head and pushed her downward, eyes locked on the brutally compact penetration point as her daughter was raped in front of her. She gagged up blood when she tried to speak, but nodded eagerly to encourage Devil to continue.

Devil had to work for every inch, muscles tensing as he yanked the little one down further. He felt her fragile vaginal tissue rip around his meat as her blood poured down his balls, swinging as he pummeled the tiny cunt as hard as he could. Her wails were punctuated with squeaking with each thrust as if he was impacting her straining lungs.

"Enjoying yourself you tiny fuckmeat?" Devil groaned. "This is what you deserve, to die screaming as Mommy watches and creams herself."

Devil pushed himself deeper, bottoming out against the back of her immature womb, but continued to hammer. The foal's limbs spasmed delightfully as her mother felt along her body for the shape of Devil's shaft, grinning madly at the sight of her pussy tearing from the girth stretching it out.

As his cock pummeled past the point of no return and into her gut, Devil shivered at the feel of her frantic heart beating against his tip each time he pushed in. The bulge from the brutal rape moved all the way to her neck, but that wasn't deep enough. Chalcone's sobbing turned to desperate gagging as he pushed up through her neck.

Berry opened her muzzle wide as Chalcone vomited gore, much of her inner organs blasting out of her muzzle like a fountain to make room for the cock inside. As her mother gnawed and lapped up her child's spent life, the little one spasmed violently. Soon Chalcone entered her death throes, her short and agonizing life spent. Her last act in life was to look cross-eyed in confusion as Devil's cock tip emerged from her muzzle, forcing its way out.

Had Devil known how incredible murdering a foal could be, he would have killed so many more when he had the chance during the war. He arched his back as Berry's muzzle latched onto his tip, slurping him frantically as he used the infant like a fleshlight. The load of spunk that blasted through as he orgasmed was even bigger than the first.

Berry only got the first blast of the load though. Devil yanked his dick back, holding the dead foal's muzzle tightly shut as he continued to pump his shaft. The tiny body swelled, but no longer had the cohesion to hold back the flood within, gut bursting open almost immediately and showering the blood-cum mixture all over her dying mother.

The mare tried to reach for Chalcone again to feel her dead foal, but had weakened too much to move. Devil pulled the spent flesh off his shaft and let it flop onto her mother's dying body, panting lustfully. It felt like every time he got off, he needed it more.

Berry seemed to have a different reaction, as her actions caught up with her despite the drug-induced lust and her expression of lust slowly changed to one of despair. She sobbed quietly, no longer to make a noise, as Devil moved back to her other end.

Devil forgot that he was on a time-limit since others were searching for Berry, and not just her teammates. All he was interested in now was the next orgasm. He yanked her hindquarters off the floor, pushing his tip to her tailhole as her pussy had been torn asunder too much to be used.

His movements were less frantic this time, casually pumping her ass, feeling every grip and spasm as he pushed in and out. He grinned down at her, taking in her last look of guilt-ridden agony as she faded. Her deathgasm wasn't the bliss that a newborn filly's could be, but it still got a good moan out of him as he continued to pound her fresh corpse.

"Nice," said Crimson's voice behind him.

Devil paused only a moment, then realized there wasn't much of a point, starting to fuck the corpse again as he looked back at her. Oddly she was alone... and covered in blood.

"You messed her up even more than you did Sunburst and my wife when you killed them," Crimson grinned. "What luck that you'd do this so close to where we were."

"I... had nothing to do with their deaths," Devil panted. But did he? The drugs had addled his mind until he honestly wasn't sure.

He glanced at Paper Cut, who looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. She didn't announce that he'd broken his 'no lying' rule. Oh crap! Did he really kill them?

"Nice wording," pondered Crimson. "That drug is really doing a number on you, huh? I'd say it's not affecting me as much because I've technically died from it before, but it seems pretty random on everyone. You're a shitty chemist, Paper Cut."

"Yeah, well you're a shitty psychopath!" Paper countered. "All 'I love you' as Tella died. What a pansy, I bet you secretly have real emotions, you pervert!"

"Eh, maybe," Crimson shrugged.

"No!" another voice came from the hall, and two other figures rushed in.

Shadow grabbed Devil, pulling him off Berry's corpse and checking for life signs as if there was any chance of them being there. Winter stood near the doors, looking afraid to look inside after Shadow's reaction. Instead, he glared angrily at Paper Cut in the hallway monitor.

"Careful what you wish for," smirked Paper Cut.

"Oh gods!" Crimson's demeanor changed like flipping a switch as she flopped against Winter and hugged him tightly. "It was horrible, he murdered Sunburst... he murdered my wife... and the only reason he hadn't gotten to me yet is because he wanted to fuck the dead fetus first! I was so helpless!"

"Not winning any awards for that performance," Paper Cut rolled her eyes. "Anyway... A body has been discovered! It's that rule-breaking bitch Berry Brew! And her well-fucked fetus too, so I guess you all dodged a bullet again!"

Devil wasn't sticking around. The shock of seeing the body was enough to freeze them up for a moment, and Crimson was an adequate distraction for Winter at the door. So he did what he'd been doing for a while and the only thing he could do in his current state: he ran.

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