Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Thursday, 6/30/2078
POV: Thunder

No one needed to tell Thunder how stupid it was to confront Devil, but as dangerous as it was, the chance was fairly low that Devil would kill someone. Devil was too obvious a traitor at this point after being framed for murder. Besides, Devil and his team fought bravely for Equestria during the war. There was no motive for him to be an NLR spy.

More importantly: Thunder's damn rule. He wasn't particularly fond of the next one he had to have sex with, but he divided the teams up so that he'd be with those that couldn't or wouldn't stop it. Two other teams would search for Devil while he 'guarded' Button and the prisoners.

He put Crimson and Tella in the same team, since as odd as they were, they weren't likely to kill their wife. He put Sunburst in the same group, since a gay stallion was least likely to take advantage of the lesbians even under the influence of whatever that thing poisoned them with. The other team were the leftovers Shadow, Winter, and Berry. Shadow didn't seem as affected as the others by the drug, and Winter and Berry both looked too broken to do much violence.

Meanwhile, Thunder and Gale dragged the bound Smokey and Danger to the kitchen. Not looking forward to the stench, he brought gas masks, fitting each of his team with one and bringing a smaller one for Button.

Button was still there and alive, at least physically. He didn't react to their presence at first, staring at his mother's body next to him. Her flesh had blackened, but there was a fresh load pumped inside the putrid hole between her spread hind legs. Thunder supposed Button was weak to the drug too, they'd all definitely need some rehabilitation when they escaped.

"Wow, he's really messed up, right cat-butts?" Smokey commented, writhing and probably wanting to do something to mess him up more.

"Yeah, he's gonna be more deranged than me," Gale chuckled. Everyone seemed to have gotten the idea and started ignoring Smokey's racism. A lot of rules were pretty obvious at this point even if no one was allowed to confirm that they knew. "Though probably not more messed up than a pain-obsessed pegafag."

Smokey wriggled more, and would probably be drenched down south from lack of use if she had that part. Thunder was fine with tormenting her in such a way. Danger seemed to be one of those least affected by the drug, so she remained curled up on her own. All in all, Thunder would rather have a go at her or Gale, but rules were rules and he wanted to avoid hyping himself too much by fucking them all.

The colt pushed away the gas mask when Thunder tried to put it on him. Thunder hoped it was because he was used to the smell in here and not because he liked it, but relented. Gale plopped the two prisoners against the dining hall wall furthest from any of the exits as Thunder sighed and looked at his pipbuck one more time. He had an hour left before he had to have splattered Button's insides with seed, so may as well get started.

"I'm going to fuck the colt," Thunder said. Beating around the bush was useless at this point. "Or rape him if he says no, whichever."

"Hot," Gale immediately left the prisoners and padded over to him. Her mentality wasn't much better than Smokey's. "Can I hold him down for you?"

"I don't particularly need help," grunted Thunder.

"Yeah but it'll be fun to feel him squirm," smirked Gale.

"W-what?" Button blinked and looked at Thunder with hazy eyes, as if just now catching the conversation.

"I'd say you should make him fuck his mom's corpse, but looks like he's already into that," Smokey chuckled. "Oh, I know! Suffocate him in his mom's guts! Like shove him back where he came from!"

"Why do I have to be tied up next to you," Danger shook her head, turning away, but she was more moist than she cared to admit.

Gale propped her rifle nearby, then turned and flopped back down onto Cream's corpse as if she were a bed. The sound was beyond nasty, pockets of gas within her bursting through rotted flesh as Gale sank in. Thunder wanted to get onto her, but it wasn't like he had room to speak when he was about to rape a foal.

"S-stay away from her!" Button predictably raged, rushing at Gale with his little front hooves flailing.

Gale easily grasped hold of said hooves with her superior appendages, pulling Button into position. She spread her legs wide, licking her lips down at him as she tugged his head down between her legs. She rotated her hips, grinding her slit against Button's face, the wet sound of her slit rubbing him joining the grotesque slurping of the corpse beneath her as she shifted.

"Come on, you little mother fucker," Gale grinned. "Time to cheat on Mommy."

Propped against Gale's belly, Button's little rear poked up nicely, and Thunder had to admit it looked rather delicious even in its unwashed state. If nothing else, he could be sure it'd be nice and tight. Gale licked her lips towards Thunder, lifting Button's tail with a wing so Thunder could see the squirming little behind better. He moved up behind the little one, pinning him between the two griffons.

"N-no, I... I don't wanna," Button squeaked, but his own little hips were already flexing back. Even if he didn't want this, his drug-infested body did.

Button squeaked as Gale moved a foot-claw beneath him, and grinded his own hard little pecker against it, unable to keep himself from reacting to any sensation against it. As he squirmed, Thunder reached a claw forward to slide them into Gale's pussy, wriggling them around to get anice glob of femme juice, which he then used to slather his own shaft with lubrication. He shivered before pushing his tip against Button's posterior, pulsating eagerly.

"First time I've raped a child," panted Thunder. "If you don't count statutory rape."

"Pansy," taunted Gale. "Pretty pathetic to be outdone by Winter."

Thunder growled but pushed forward, finding the hole less resistant than he expected. Apparently the boy toy had already been used like this at least one. It was slightly disappointing that he didn't get the virginity, but it was still as tight as a vice grip as he forced his way deeper. He grasped Button's behind, claws extending and leaving red marks against the smaller rump. He had to admit, it felt incredible to force himself on such a helpless little one.

Thunder strained to hold most of his desires in though, not ramming as hard as he wanted to. Despite any lack of consent, Button's rump pressed back against him as Thunder entered his exit, shivering as his tail flagged up further. He pushed Button's face against Gale at the same time, sending shivers through his small body in waves.

"Why does it feel so good," panted Button wetly between laps at Gale. "Oh buck it, ream my faggot ass while I eat your whore's pussy."

"Mmm, got a mouth on him," Gale churred. "But you'll have to do better if you want to call me a whore." She grasped his head harder, pulling hard until his muzzle pushed between her labia to stretch them apart. "Fuck yes... I think I might have to find out what they drugged us with, maybe Berry can make me more later, if the dumb bitch even survives."

"None of us will survive, catbirbs," Smokey said, edging herself over to get a better view. "So how are you gonna kill him?"

"We're not killing him," Thunder grumbled, digging his claws in more firmly as he pushed deeper. "I'll make sure everyone left survives, even the ones I really want to kill like you."

"Tease," Smokey giggled, then worked her gas mask against the corner of the wall, finally working it off her face and taking a deep breath. "Oh wow that stench, so many dead... you know I used to not use my cock much, but right now I want to stick it into every cold orifice."

"Shut up, you'll kill my boner," Thunder grumbled. The problem was that it didn't kill his boner though, it made it throb harder; damn this situation.

It wasn't easy to resist the urge to nail Button balls deep, which might very well gut the poor colt, and given their condition he'd probably moan as he died. Smokey's antagonization still had the reverse effect intended though, because it focused Thunder on the goal in mind. After all, he'd been subjected to torture before, and being drugged and made to do things like this was no different. He'd resist it in the same fashion.

"You sure we won't kill this brat?" smirked Gale. "This guy is so dangerous, he might be the traitor and end up killing us too."

"Shut up," Thunder growled. "I really hope you're mocking this situation and not that far gone yet."

"Even I can't tell," panted Gale.

Distractions were nice, because the grip of Button's hot little plot around his shaft was really getting to Thunder. He massaged the tiny undulating behind, leaving welts from his extended claws in the process, and grabbed a chunk of his mane in her beak.

Gale lapped at his face as he did so, ramming her hips up hard in response knocking the colt back and forth between them. Button's muzzle shoved into her pussy eye deep, but thankfully Thunder yanking on his mane pulled him out enough to gasp a breath from time to time.

"Disappointing," sighed Paper Cut from the nearest monitor. "I really gotta tweak the formula. I don't think it's having as much effect on the rape babies as the others."

"Aw," Smokey flattened her ears as well. "Honestly I don't think it influenced me either, I'm just sorta being honest about my desires, um... fake pony thing."

"Was that supposed to be a slur?" Paper Cut quirked an eyebrow. "It's so bad I can barely tell."

It was an odd conversation to have to the moist background noise of an oversized griffon dong popping its barbs along a tight anal ring, not to mention the colt face-fucking the wet slut-hole of the other griffon. Despite getting it from both ends though, the little toy apparently had enough left to hear the conversation since he had some input too.

"H-how about 'binary brain'?" Button suggested when he came up for air.

"I didn't say you could breathe, slut," Gale panted and pulled his face against her more firmly. She grasped his little shaft in her foot, letting him thrust between the rough bits of bird flesh, which for some reason had him spurting juice happily.

"That's hardly an insult," Paper rolled her eyes.

"By Guto's sweaty ballsack, you creatures..." Thunder complained.

Thunder renewed his efforts, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, at least before Button suffocated. He closed his eyes tightly and concentrated on the feel of tight young flesh around his shaft. He yanked Button's mane back harder, eliciting a squeal from the brat as he ripped out a chunk of mane, blasting a surge of griffon sperm deep inside. He clenched all his muscles, trying hard not to pack it too deep.

At least part of Button appreciated the violent treatment since he creamed all over Gale's foot as Thunder grinded his barbed length against Button's prostate. Button rubbed his hooves over Gale's breasts, swollen and leaky in her aroused state, causing her to dig her own claws into his head in return. Spent, the little colt's hips finally ceased, but Gale kept yanking his head against her for several more moments.

Thunder was about to forcibly pull Button away once his face turned blue, but Gale loosened the grip as she got off too, body spasming and legs kicking on either side as she blew a wad of femme cum all over his face.

"Fuuuck," Gale growled. "Well I feel better... also 'toaster'. Call it a toaster."

"Oh that's a good one!" Paper agreed. "Imagine being an advanced AI and being called the most basic of electronics. You cut me deep!"

"Done," Thunder carefully pried his claws from Button's plot, luckily not having injured him enough to be fatal. Still, pulling the claws away was a battle as he strained not to tear the boy apart. He finally managed, pulling his whole body back and extracting from the colt's behind with a lewd slurp.

"What are you doing?" Gale asks. "Push him harder until he suffocates."

"I already said we're not killing him," sighed Thunder.

"Oh right..." Gale panted. "Forgot that somehow... damn this is a hell of a drug."

Gale released Button’s head a bit more, laying her hands limply atop him. He didn't seem to mind by this point, still moving to spread her lips more with his front hooves and lapping between them as if cleaning her. She rolled her eyes back and shivered.

"Not gonna fuck my pussy, brat?" asked Gale. "Just like with dead Mommy."

Button snapped out of it a bit more, frowning and nipping at Gale's clit hard before pulling away.

"Huh, didn't think you'd manage to not kill him," Paper mused.

"Silence, toaster," growled Thunder.

"Hay!" grumbled Paper, folding her front legs and looking pouty. "That's not very nice! I swear you put creatures in a killing game and they just turn rude as buck."

"I can't imagine why," Thunder sat on his haunches and caught his breath. He turned his pipbuck on and looked at the next name, breathing a sigh of relief. Finally an easy one.

"Eh doesn't matter I suppose," Paper Cut shrugged. "Got an announcement to make."

The screens went blank for a long moment. Oh fuck please say she didn't.

The screen flickered back on, showing Paper Cut in her favorite chair sipping wine.

"Ding dong bing bong," the sound came from all the monitors before Paper spoke. "An NG violation has occurred! Berry Brew broke her rule 'Do not talk to a male without threatening him'. She's currently in..." And it cut off.

"Where?" Thunder asked. "Where is she?"

The screen went blank again, Paper Cut vanishing, only leaving the row of silhouettes and number of remaining participants scrolling across the bottom.

"Oh cool!" Smokey said, taking up the annoying despair mantle as Paper stopped talking. "She's pregnant right? That's like getting to murder two at once! Can I go to see you kill her?"

"Can you PLEASE shut up!" sobbed Danger.

"No you can't," Thunder grumbled. "Besides, it's probably not an issue… other than resetting the damn timer. She was with Shadow, and he'll probably be strong enough to take care of it."

"Unless he loses himself and just fucks her until the time is up," pointed out Gale. It annoyed Thunder, but she was right; they couldn't really predict what anyone would do with them all hyped up.

"Fine, I'll run a quick round of the route she was taking to be sure," Thunder sighed. "Gale, guard the brat and prisoners. DON'T kill anyone or I swear when we get out I will show you how much someone can wish they were dead."

Thunder grabbed Gale by the neck, yanking her up off the corpse she lay on and sending Button sprawling next to it. Button looked a little out of it, but rolled back next to his mother.

"What?" Gale grumbled. "I'm not going with you out there! They could all be butchering one another!"

"No, you'll stay here," Thunder shook his head. "But I need you to CONCENTRATE for once." He picked up her gun and handed it to her. "I want you to take a position with this gun aimed at the doors. If anyone aggressive comes in, shoot them in the leg to disable them. No fucking, no playing, your ass is on duty."

"Fine," sighed Gale, taking the gun and rolling her eyes before moving to sit a few steps from the prisoners. Perhaps she'd finally decided to not press things with him; she would already get enough punishment when they got out at this point.

Thunder paused once more before going, looking back at Gale. Could he really trust her not to do something crazy? Probably not, but now that he'd thought about it he trusted the ones out there less. He didn't have a choice, so he left.

POV: Gale

It was getting harder and harder for Gale to play off her own nervousness in these situations. She did her best to seem unconcerned, cracking jokes and containing her emotions, but that was mostly to make others think she was an unwise target. Inside she was a sobbing mess, and rather concerned about what Thunder might put her through on the outside even if they survived.

"Damn birb brains," Smokey sighed. "I'm gonna miss another pregnant mare getting killed. I hoped I'd see Berry die since I missed Figure."

"You are so the mastermind," Gale narrowed her eyes at Smokey, but envied her ability to have fun in this situation.

"I don't mind if you think that," Smokey giggled. "Kinda hot that everyone thinks I'm capable of that. And maybe I am!"

"Wow, if you get any worse, I'm gonna get jealous," Paper Cut peered at Smokey as she slipped back into the screen. "Try not to show me up too much, okay?"

"I-It'd be too obvious," Button stammered, wobbling next to his rotten mother. "Games never have it be the most obvious person."

"This isn't a game," pointed out Paper. "It's a fanfic."

"Eh, maybe it's Danger then," Gale chuckled, keeping her gun trained on the door, glancing at Button. "She has the name for it. Kind of a weird name for a muddy."

"It's not me," Danger shook her head. "It's not, I would never..."

Button was very carefully reaching for a drawer next to the oven that was close enough to his mom to reach. He froze when Gale looked at him, then pulled a long knife from the drawer. He already had another raging boner beneath him as he opened the stove beside the drawer, probably on the very edge of where he could go.

"What you doin' kid?" Gale peered at Button.

"J-just to defend myself if a crazy pony comes in," claimed Button, not that it explained the oven-opening. "Anyway... I put a lot of thought into this. I would have put Danger on the potential list, but now she's restrained for some reason too. You'd never figure out the culprit so soon, so she can't be it either."

"So what, like Thunder or ther Overmare is the mastermind?" Gale rolled her eyes. "They're the least obvious."

"Nah, they're the opposite," Button really seemed to have thought on it; not like he had much else to do here between fuck-sessions with corpse-Mommy. "Them being the mastermind would be too out of nowhere. It's gotta be a middle ground. You probably fit into that category."

"Why me?" Gale quirked an eyeridge, but also didn't want to seem too nervous, so kept her gaze on the door. Please don't ask, please don't ask...

"Like I said, middle ground," Button claimed as his voice moved closer again, but she focused on the door to seem less suspicious. "So are you the mastermind? You got a motive, cause you’re like Thunder's fuck toy and probably bitter about it. Maybe Midnight offered you more."

"I don't think this will be solved with video game logic," Gale sighed.

"Ohhh, question avoidance!" Smokey giggled.

Damn, this was annoying. Gale had hoped it wouldn't come to getting asked this question again. Winter seemed to be too cracked to mention what happened before, but now she was in a room with three other idiots in it.

"Are you a traitor?" Button asked again.

"Do you honestly think there's a traitor?" Danger asked. "She put us in here, drugged us all into a fit of lust and paranoia, and is watching us kill each other. There is no traitor!"

Gale didn't think there was a traitor at this point either, but that damn Paper would count saying there is no traitor as breaking her rule. What kind of rule was 'Do not deny you are the traitor'? Why did she get such an unfair rule? Why couldn't she have gotten the 'rape everyone' rule that Thunder seemed to have?

"There probably is," Gale answered, again conveniently avoiding Button's question again. It wasn't like he would try anything and the others were tied up, so maybe she'd be okay in here.

As if to dig in her situation, the nearby monitor flashed to get her attention as Paper giggled.

"Heeeeeeeey," Paper giggled. "Hey, lookie!"

"What?!" Gale looked over at Paper, who was making random faces, pretending to smudge her face against the screen. "What the fuck are you doing, toaster?"

"Not at me, silly," Paper smirked.

"You won't distract me!" Button screamed like some kind of action hero.

At that point, Gale realized who she should be looking at, but couldn't turn before a sharp pain in the back of her leg. She shrieked as her leg gave out, and turned to see Button literally sawing at her hamstring with the serrated kitchen knife as blood drooled down her ankle.

"What the fuck, brat?" Gale screeched, bringing her gun around. She didn't care what Thunder had said, this kid was dead.

But maybe he'd been counting on that, because he grabbed hold of the long barrel, too close for her to get a good shot in or slice him with the bayonet. The fuck? Was she really getting bested by a little colt? Maybe she should have paid attention in combat training and not just relied on her cunt to get her up ranks.

"Yeah, kill her!" Smokey giggled. "Then untie me! We can kill Danger too! Then you can kill me!"

"What the BUCK is wrong with everyone?" screeched Danger, smashing her head against the wall several times in frustration, then moaning as if it felt better than she wanted it to.

Gale tried to ignore both the peanut gallery and the pain still shooting through her leg as she held the gun with one hand and tried to claw him with the other. The little monster squirmed though, wrenching the gun out of her other claw and landing on his ass atop his squishy mother.

It would have been easy to grab the gun away from him at that point and beat him to death with the butt, except that Smokey had wormed her way over to Gale too, rolling herself to knock out Gale's good leg and sending her tumbling to the floor instead. When she looked up again, Button was holding her own gun pointing at her and fumbling as he tried to figure out what to do with it.

Gale swatted Smokey away with a wing and launched on her good leg, grabbing for Button, but it was too late. The gun fired and she and the bullet ripped through her chest, filling her with searing agony. She squawked and collapsed, tumbling to the floor as she curled up into a fetal position, tears rolling down her face.

"You're gonna get snuffed by a little kid!" laughed Smokey. “This’ll be SO hot!”

"Stop it everyone!" Danger screamed, as if that would make Button magically stop his insanity. "Button, untie me please. I'll run and get her help. If she dies, it'll just make this take longer!"

"No it won't!" Button yelled back. "Because she's the traitor, I'm sure of it!"

Gale always liked to think she'd die with dignity, even if under humiliating circumstances like this. Her efforts to remain brave failed immediately though as tears streamed down her face, gagging up blood into her gas mask as she watched the expanding pool of blood on the floor. She looked at Button, but before she could figure out how to beg for her life without breaking her rule, the shivering colt had her own rifle pointed at her face. Damn it, she was a goner.

"Please don't..." was the best Gale could say.

"She's right!" Smokey suggested helpfully. "Don't just shoot her in the head, you want to feel how her pussy clenches as she dies, right mud-cub? Deathgasms are awesome!"

"I'm not gonna shoot her," panted Button. "I got other plans, and ramming her with my cock too sounds great! Then I'll have a threesome with her and Mom!"

"Yay!!" Smokey giggled. "Or a foursome with me in it! Let me go to help with your muddy antics!"

"Huh?" Button seemed confused for a moment, but looked at her.

"You already said I was the least likely to be the traitor right, dirt pounder?" said Smokey. "So let me up! I'll help!"

"Well, I guess I can trust you," panted Button.

"Sure, she seems trustworthy," Paper rolled her eyes.

"Y-you're not thinking," Gale tried to reason with the brat. "She'll kill you, you gotta call for Thunder or something! Or a medkit or..."

"I-I'm not leaving Mom," Button looked a little dizzy as he picked up the knife again. As Smokey had wormed into his reach again, he began slicing through her bonds.

Desperate to get out of there, Gale tried to get to her feet, only to collapse again. She kept both wings wrapped around her stomach, but it did little for the bleeding and nothing for the pain. Her increasing tears turned to outright sobbing as the pain spread up through her body, starting to feel cold from her blood loss. Getting gunned down by a kid was bad enough, but if that sadist got involved, she'd be tortured atop that.

"Damn it, this can't be happening," Gale sobbed as she felt Smokey and Button grab her from behind, dragging her across the floor.

At first, Gale hoped Button would just shoot her in the back of the head while fucking her. At least that would have been over faster, but no such luck. Her eyes widened as she realized they were pulling her to the oven that was closest to Button's mother. Dropping her on the floor in front of it, Smokey turned the heat to max. With those magitech burners inside, it wouldn't take long to burn.

"You have to be shitting me," Gale panted as blood drooled down her face.

"No, but you may shit yourself when this is done, fried chicken!" Smokey giggled, unstrapping Gale's gas mask and yanking it free.

Gale gagged as she breathed in the putrid odor of rotting corpses mixed with sperm from repeated use. Though that wasn't the worst part, because with the gas mask on she couldn't suffocate on her own blood vomit. Now it'd take even longer for her to die.

"You know, the drugs only work on some," Paper seemed impressed with Smokey’s antics. "But with you, I honestly can't tell if you're under their effect or just acting like you without restraint!"

"I'd say the way I always do," said Smokey. "Just less likely to resist doing it! Um... toaster oven thing."

"Shut up and help," Button panted, trying to pull Gale's head into the oven.

Gale resisted, but there wasn't a lot she could do. She wasn't used to dealing with lethal amounts of pain, energy draining fast. She whimpered as Smokey helped heft her head into the oven up to the shoulders, knocking the trays out of the way but not pulling them out, resulting in Gale's head being pressed between one of the trays in a lower corner of the over with the side of her face pressed against a heating element.

"Please, not like this," Gale begged, barely able to form words now, lungs filling with blood as she strained to breathe. "Just shoot me in the head or something!"

"Heh, looks like she wasn't lucky enough to get the 'pain is good' side effect," Paper chuckled. "That’s too bad."

Smokey chuckled, holding Gale into place. It was easy enough in Gale's weakened condition for Smokey to drape herself over Gale, holding her arms and wings down and yanking her tail up. The weight on her kept her low enough for Button to mount up behind her.

His prodding at her pussy felt great still, which annoyed her given the situation. He pushed into her several times to get himself slickened up, but in the end opted for the higher hole and pushed his shaft against her asshole instead. That was the least of her worries though, since the oven was getting awfully warm. It was already painful against the side of her face.

"She's gonna scream so good," panted Button as he popped inside her tailhole, pushing deep. "And I bet her asshole will clench super-tight! This is gonna be amazing!"

Gale tried not to pleasure him, but her tailhole acted on instinct. He got one thing wrong though; she wasn't screaming again, instead vomiting blood all over the stove burners, puddling at the bottom of the oven and starting to simmer. They grew painfully hot against her face, feathers singing as it heated quickly.

"Why aren't you watching?" Paper asked Danger, but she seemed to be curled up in the corner sobbing.

"Seeing a big bad soldier chick get offed by a kid,” giggled Smokey happily. “Wow, that's gotta be humiliating!"

She wasn't wrong; this is definitely not the way Gale imagined she'd go. Of all the creatures here, why did the squirt get to be the one that killed her?

Smokey's giggle-fit didn't help the situation as she wrapped a cord around Gale's midsection, holding down her upper limbs before backing off, perhaps wanting to see the little colt do most of the work. Gale couldn't see what was going on anymore, but felt Smokey's head move beneath her, slurping at her pussy and propping Button up as he plowed her asshole.

Gale’s bleeding gut contracted, and only then did she remember that she had an egg in her own oven. She hadn’t even thought to be worried about it when she was gutshot, which probably meant she’d have been a terrible mother anyway. It didn’t really matter now; even if it came out whole it wouldn’t stay that way with these idiots.

Button whimpered as he drilled her, not that his tiny dick was much compared to the hole in her gut or the heat on her head. Her vision when foggy as the nerves on her face fried, fur and feathers burning away as her face meat stuck to the hot burners. She closed her eyes tightly only to feel one eye burst from the heat and ooze out through the lid. She never knew this much pain was possible; she just wanted to die as quickly as possible now.

Smokey slurped at Button's balls in encouragement, then bit down on Gale's labia, pulling hard and letting it pop back. When Gale lost bladder control and released a dream of blood-tinged urine, Smokey didn't mind. She slurped up into the hole, thrusting her muzzle in and guzzling it down. Apparently Smokey enjoyed it from the slap-slap sound of her jacking off feverishly with both front hooves.

As the last of her tears steamed off the burners and her other eye burst, Gale gave up completely and went limp. Her hearing wavered as well until all she could do was feel the pounding and lewd lapping from behind amidst the sea of agony in the rest of her body. They weren't even going to stop when she was dead.

She vomited up another load of blood as her beak cracked from the heat, which steamed out of the oven. Her whole body convulsed as her pussy spasmed, and she felt the egg she was carrying push out with another painful contraction. Smokey pulled back from Gale’s gash to let the egg come out, squealing in delight as she caught it.

That was the last thing Gale ever heard. She let herself go, finally fading into death.

POV: Smokey

Smokey had been pent up so long from being tied up, she couldn't have imagined anything feeling more amazing than her sudden release and getting to murder this whore slut that kept taking cocks that Smokey wanted. The fact that this might well be the last female griffon alive in Equestria made it even more intense when Gale convulsed in her death throes.

Button must have agreed with the feel of them, because he squealed louder than ever, his own body convulsing not unlike hers. Somehow he managed to hold his next orgasm in even as he pounded the fresh corpse; he had probably gotten good at holding it by now.

When the egg came splorting out of her dying pussy, Smokey had almost forgot about it, but squealed in delight when she remembered. It looked like the gutshot hadn’t damaged it, and Smokey caught it as it came out. Griffons could hold their eggs inside until near hatching, especially since giving birth to a large egg was as easy as having it teleported out. It seemed like that is what Gale had been doing, because it was quite large, tearing her bloody hole as it forced its way out..

"I did it!" Button groaned. "This is amazing! I actually killed a girl while fucking her!... M-marry me Smokey!"

"Yeah, sure, Muddy!" Smokey grinned playfull, thinking what a cutie he was. "Let's kill everyone first though. Starting with this!"

Smokey slammed the egg against the floor. It’s shell was sturdy and it took a few hits before it cracked, but then it finally came apart. Just as she hoped, the fetus inside was well-developed enough to squirm in agony as it splattered out onto the floor.

“That’s it,” moaned Smokey as she picked the goo-covered fetus up. “Your first and only experience will be getting fucked to death!”

The chance to fuck a fetus was just too much to resist, especially after she’d missed the deaths of the pregnant mares. It seemed to be male, so Smokey pushed her shaft to the rear entry, showing no mercy as she forced her way in. She giggled in delight when the infant’s wailing went up an octave.

The aborted fetus wasn’t big enough to take even a small dick, and she felt hers push through its intestines, bursting through and causing the little one’s stomach to swell. She grabbed the knife that Button had used to hamstring Gale, slicing open the infant’s gut as well. Smokey barely missed her own shaft as it pushed all the way through and exited the hole in the screaming fetus’s belly.

"Fuck yes!" Button had completely lost it, like a shark tasting blood, probably not even aware of what Smokey was doing. "After I cum in this dead slut, you'll fuck me up my faggot ass! Then we'll torture Danger to death!"

"Well I prefer being the faggot ass usually, but I have been making a few exceptions lately!" Smokey giggled as she slurped up the last of Gale's death piss. "Mud grinders like you sure are violent, but I don't mind!"

As Button squealed in new orgasmic bliss, Smokey moved to flick the upper stove eyes on. She wanted to kill everyone for sure, or at least continue killing creatures until someone finally wised up and killed her, but she didn't particularly want to let this colt join in all that fun when she could just stab him in the back.

"The buck is wrong with you two?" screeched Danger.

"Wow, this was ALMOST a first!" Paper mused. "There are three ponies in the room, so three have found the body, but one of them is the killer, so technically they have to leave and come back for me to make an announcement."

"I'm just gonna kill him next anyway, toaster!" Smokey panted, stroking Button's rump as the colt’s thrusting slowed down.

"Yeah," panted Button, before belatedly realizing what she said. "Wait what?"

Smokey grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, yanking him out of Gale's corpse with a nice wet pop, before shoving his face down onto one of the boiling hot stove eyes. His shriek was delightful as the smell of his own charred fur joined the smoke from Gale's cooking head, her body still hanging limply from the oven.

"Somepony save us!" Danger screamed behind her so hard that her voice cracked, but Smokey was beyond caring. That and she sorta wanted to be caught and killed. She couldn't wait.

And besides, Danger's scream wasn't a loud as Button's piercing shriek as she pressed his face harder against the stove eye. She pushed the rest of him up onto the stove, pushing his body down on the adjacent eye, cock directly on the burner, making his shriek all the more delightful.

Even if she hadn’t already been hard, the screams of a dying child and a dying newborn would have given her a boner in seconds. Ignoring the intense heat, she forced her own dick, protruding from the fetus’s gut, against his tiny asshole. It was already well worked-open by Thunder's big griff dick, so it was no problem getting inside. As soon as she did, Button clenched hard, already convulsing delightfully, even more than the fetus.

Smokey put both front hooves on his head, pressing it into the burner as more smoke rose, bits of flesh and gore boiling from it. She ignored the searing heat against herself, and plowed through the infant into his asshole as hard as she could. With each thrust, his flesh tore against the heating elements onto the meld back as the heat boiled them further.

As the fetus entered his death throes, Button’s balls burst from the heat too, his scream louder than ever. She giggled at his reactions as his bladder emptied as well, a plume of smoke coming off the eye and wafting round her as she plugged his convulsing asshole.

"This is amazing!" Smokey groaned. "I've so always wanted to murder a child, and now I get to kill two! Bucking awesome! Hey, toaster, how many have died during this thing?"

"That would be telling!" Paper giggled, shoveling popcorn into her muzzle. "You'll know when the announcements come, assuming you aren't dead... speaking of which."

The screen blinked, and Paper sat back in her favorite virtual chair, "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!"

So at least three, five if she counted the fetuses. This was great!

As she mused about how incredible it all was, Button's body spasmed hard beneath her as his body entered its deathgasm too. She felt his bowels release completely, putrid colt shit oozing around her thrusting cock and boiling off of the stove eye, adding to the horrible stench of the room. Smokey blasted a load of seed through the fetus and into Button, the despair of their deaths driving her to new heights of ecstasy.

"Phew," Smokey grinned as she let Button go limp, leaving the ovens on as she pulled away. "I sure hope somepony kills me for this. Well... anyway... time for you Danger!"

"Wow, everyone is dying like flies," Paper mused. "Definitely hotter than flies though. Don't kill that one quite yet though."

"Huh, why not?" Smokey said, padding over towards Danger.

"Got to end the chapter here," explained Paper. "To leave them in suspense on whether you kill Danger before the others get here."

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