Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Thursday, 6/30/2078
POV: Crimson Prose

Crimson continued to sob her best against Winter's shoulder. He seemed nervous, like he realized how unlike her it was to act like this even after trauma. He kept edging away from her, like he wanted to flee, only for her to follow him. He kept his eyes shut tightly though, and she knew exactly why. Knowing everyone's rule was fun.

"Where did Devil go?" Shadow asked suddenly. "Winter! Did you see where he ran off to!"

"I... I don't have my eyes open," Winter shook his head.

"I'm faaaar too distraught to notice," purred Crimson, followed by more sobbing as she remembered she should be doing that. "I can't believe he murdered my wife right in front of me!"

"What the flying buck is wrong with everyone?" growled Shadow. "And why would Devil do all this? We already figured out he was framed for Cream's murder, so didn't anyone tell him?"

"Berry would have told him," Crimson said, again knowing the probable reason why. "If he didn't listen, then he's probably the traitor after all. Just because he's innocent of Cream's murder doesn't mean he's not the traitor, so he's probably trying to get us all before we go back behind a barricade."

"But then why wouldn't he have killed Button?" asked Shadow.

"He's obviously saving the foal for dessert," Crimson rolled her eyes, then remembered she was distraught, leaning back against Winter and whimpering.

"What happened?" Thunder's voice boomed from down the hall as he ran to them, looking into the room. "Oh for fucks sake! Did you have to kill her that brutally? Her fetus was far enough along, it might have been saved!" He looked right at Crimson. "Did your wife do this again?"

"Devil did it!" Crimson flopped against Thunder dramatically instead. "And he killed my wife and Sunburst, in the restroom down the hall! Their corpses are dripping with his cuuuuuum!"

"Oh..." Thunder blinked for a moment, looking fairly awkward. Crimson grinned inwardly.

"R-reacting to the drugs," repeated Winter. "I-I don't think he's the traitor."

"Three more dead, though?" Thunder growled. "Damn it, this was a pointless endeavor. We'll confirm the other dead and then head back to the kitchen to get the others. From there we all head back to our hideaway where we'll stay for the next three days. Period."

No one answered, all too exasperated by the new sudden deaths. Since Crimson didn't think of any good jokes or puns to make, she nodded somberly as well.

"Well, the restroom is this way," Crimson motioned as she trotted back down it, following her own bloody hoofprints that had led to the room Devil killed Berry and foal in.

"Any reason that there's only one set of bloody hoofprints leading from the bathroom to the other room?" Thunder asked thoughtfully.

"They're his," Crimson sniffled. "I hadn't gotten bloody yet."

"No, that's wrong," Thunder sighed. "They're clearly your hoof-size."

"Please, let's just... not do this again," Winter sighed.

"I can't believe you'd accuse me of murdering my own wife!" Crimson collapsed dramatically like a fashionista asked to wear a tacky hat.

"You know what, I don't even care," sighed Thunder. "Please continue leading on."

"Sure!" Crimson hopped up and trotted in front of him again. She knew she was being pretty obvious, but honestly it was pretty fun.

Besides, when they got to the restroom, their complaints were put to rest. As Winter remained outside, Shadow and Thunder followed her in to find Sunburst where he'd died on the floor and Tella with her head still in the toilet. They had both rather obviously been fucked. The question was, would they put two and two together that futa potions could have been used.

"A body has been discovered!" the announcement went off on cue. "It's a good thing that three of you went into the bathroom to find them too, else I wouldn't have been able to announce it and black out their images! Oh and I'm rolling Sunburst and Tella's into this one announcement for laziness reasons. That's all! Now get back to the Dining Hall so I can make more announcements!"

"Did they have to leave her like this?" sighed Shadow, moving to tug Tella's head out of the toilet and let it slop down onto the tile floor instead, as if that was much better. He looked back at Thunder. "Well they've obviously both used by a male... unless..."

"I don't care," Thunder sighed. "Everyone is baked and at each other's throat. We need to isolate again as soon as possible, so follow me to the Dining Hall. When we get there, I'll leave some things for Button to barricade his door with if he stays there."

They both suspected, but neither wanted to push it it seemed. She supposed she understood. After all, with all of them drugged, murdering someone didn't necessarily even mean she was the traitor. There was pretty much no way to uncover them at this point, since even if they died the killing would continue. She wondered what kind of strategy Thunder would try to prevent more, and how she'd get in the way.

"You know," Crimson pointed out to drag their attention away from it completely. "Didn't Paper Cut just say something about hurrying to the kitchen so she could make more announcements?"

"I'm sure it's just Gale having killed Button," sighed Thunder. "Doesn't particularly matter and doesn't extend our time since others died around the same time anyway. If anything, it'll make it easier because Button won't be killed by Devil in a few days."

"We really are sinking low," Shadow grumbled. "Are we really at the point where the death of a colt is no big deal?"

Thunder didn't answer. He turned and left the restroom.

When they arrived at the kitchen, Winter stayed at the door again, not wanting to go in lest he see a corpse. Thunder and Shadow walked ahead, Crimson following as Winter stood at the door. As she entered the room, Crimson had to strain to keep from cracking up.

First there was Gale, dead with her head in an oven that was still on, smoke from burning feathers gathering near the ceiling. Then there was Button, also dead on the stove eyes above her, adding to the smell. Third there was Smokey, unbound and giggling, preparing to saw Danger's leg off with a serrated kitchen knife.

"Help me!" screeched Danger as soon as the door opened.

"Oh come on!" Thunder growled, racing over to Smokey with Shadow by his side. It was pretty easy for them to restrain the giggling monster that was Smokey.

"Aw, ya got me!" Smokey smiled. "So how ya gonna kill me?"

Thunder growled, grasping his claws around Smokey's head as if ready to snap her neck, but then glanced at Shadow and thought better of it. Too bad he didn't know, like Crimson, that Shadow wasn't allowed to care even if Thunder did murder his daughter in front of him. And at this point, would he even care without the rule?

Still, Crimson was glad the little devil would stay alive a bit longer. She was the most fun of the survivors.

Though speaking of rules, there was still Crimson's rule. She had a certain someone she had to make sure was dead before the game ended. Though in a way, it seemed like Paper had given her an easy rule on purpose. Crimson already made sure to murder every male she slept with, the rule just added the other gender while she was in here.

“This is terrible!” Crimson played it up a bit more

Pretending to be frightened, Crimson backed out the door where Winter stood, carefully avoiding anywhere that might cause him to look at a corpse. He shrieked as the door suddenly swung open, closing his eyes quickly, but apparently he got a glimpse before he could.

“Damn it all!” Winter shrieked, taking a deep breath and keeping his eyes shut. “Is it just Gale or?...”

“Nah, it’s Button too,” Crimson informed him, then once again remembered that she was depressed and whimpered. “It would have been Danger too, but we arrived too early… I mean in time to stop it!”

“Would you do me a favor, Overmare?” Winter sighed. “Lead me to Gale so I won’t need to open my eyes.”

“Wanting to say goodbye?” Crimson knew that wasn’t it. She quite happily grasped his horn with her tail and led him across the room.

“For Break’s sake, what are we going to do with you Smokey?” sighed Thunder as they moved, re-tying Smokey with the same bonds as before, making doubly sure they wouldn’t come undone.

Neither he nor Shadow was watching Winter, though Smokey peered over curiously. Crimson smirked at Smokey and gave her a wink. Winter clenched his beak shut, cheeks puffing out slightly as if trying not to vomit from the smell.

Crimson led him over to Gale and pushed him against her bottom. Winter grasped it in his hooves and tried not to breathe too much, feeling one hoof around for her dead slit. Even with the drug in his system, he had to grind on it a bit to get hard enough.

“I swear if… now what the fuck are YOU doing?” Shadow demanded when he noticed that Winter was mounting corpses. He started to rush to stop him, but Thunder moved to stop him. Thunder sighed and glanced at his pipbuck.

“This one isn’t as easy as I thought it’d be though,” Thunder groaned, giving no explanation as he walked over to the oven.

Thunder switched it off before pulling Gale’s head from it, having to yank a few times since she was baked into the tray. Most of her beak and face didn’t come out with her head, and Thunder cringed slightly at the sight of her skeletal face, but all the same his shaft was growing heavier beneath him.

After a moment deciding how to do things, Thunder finally wrenched off the charred head, cracking it off at the neck and tossing it back into the oven. He pulled her neck stump closer instead, fishing his tip for her esophagus before pressing it into her gut directly.

Shadow grumbled, probably figuring this was rules based and not saying anything, instead just turning away from it all and waiting for it to end. However, he was pretty hard himself whether he wanted to admit it or not, and Crimson had been pretty curious about his rather unique shaft. Sure it raised the probability of her rule being broken, but she didn’t mind a challenge too much.

Crimson slid her head beneath him and gave his erection a long slurp, running her tongue down the side, then moved to face the other action and waggled her behind at him, hiking up her tail. Shadow froze and tensed up.

“Didn’t your wife just die?” Shadow asked. “And I could have sworn you didn’t like guys.”

“Yeah whatever,” Crimson shrugged. “We’re all drugged. Come on and put your dick in the dyke, it’s not like I’ll kill you for it.”

“Damn it,” Shadow sighed, but wasn’t up for resisting either as he turned and pulled himself atop her behind, trying not to look at the other mess.

Crimson, on the other hoof, took in a lot of the other mess. She licked her lips as she watched Gale’s headless corpse bounce back and forth.

Winter was getting into it, but still kept his eyes clenched shut so he wouldn’t have to get into any other corpses. From the fleshy slurping of penetration, it sounded like Gale’s pussy had been dried out a bit by the heat already, but at least that had kept it warm. Winter reached around, massaging her spongy breasts.

Thunder looked gradually less sick himself, and soon he was happily thrusting away at her neck hole, ignoring the tip of her severed spine jabbing him in the gut with each thrust. A string of blood and flaccid gore rolled down Thunder’s balls and onto the open oven in a gooey string as he pumped into her throat.

“Fuck,” Thunder groaned. “If I knew it was this good, I’d have lopped off the cunt’s head already.”

“Doesn’t it bother you?” asked Winter between grunts.

“Not as much anymore,” Thunder shrugged. “This dirty whore had it coming. Too bad about the egg though, I’ll probably feel worse about that once I’m not drugged.”

Thunder leaned over and slurped at Winter’s muzzle, and the two males engaged in a kiss over their mutual corpse toy.

Crimson continued to watch as Shadow nipped at the back of her neck, digging his cyberclaws into her flank as he pushed his shaft inside of her. The metal was strangely pliable within her, and warmer than any shaft she’d had before. She panted and pushed her plot back against him, rolling her hips and arching her back as she enjoyed another screw.

As she did, Smokey rolled over to them and giggled as her head ended up near to Crimson’s.

“Did you kill your wife, hornhead?” whispered Smokey as Crimson leaned down to kissed her.

“Yeah,” Crimson saw no reason not to admit it to this monster. No one would believe her if she told. “Sunburst too, don’t tell anyone. Devil killed Berry. Did you kill the brat and bird bitch?”

“Killed em both, yep!” Smokey bragged, though Crimson had to wonder if she was entirely honest. “Reckon anyone else will die, demon horse?”

“Everyone, if I can help it,” muttered Crimson. “You, me, them… definitely going to kill your dad and Thunder, at least.”

“Awesome!” Smokey’s grin widened, clearly on board with the idea. “I hope you die too like a unicorn deserves. I’m jealous of you though, getting fucked by my dad. I wish he’d do me, like all the way, do me to death!”

“Eh, go fuck Danger for now,” Crimson offered, still in a whisper. “Her rule... oh wait I can't say that. Um, just fuck her all you can for reasons.”

“Wow!” Smokey nodded, clearly having been given the impression that Crimson was the traitor due to her knowledge, but not seeming to care. “I don’t normally like pussy, but if it’ll get her killed…”

Smokey rolled further, Crimson giving her a push to help out so she could bump into Danger. She ran her tongue over Danger’s face, then tried to pin her body against the wall.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Smokey giggled as she asked loudly to Danger.

“N-no,” Danger groaned, looking away from her. She looked towards the others, tears streaking down her face, probably to see if they were done enough to come pull Smokey off of her and looking panicked.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong if you want to plow your daughter,” Crimson said more loudly to Shadow.

“Shut the fuck up, dyke bitch,” Shadow continued to deny himself the pleasure. Crimson would have to try to think of a way to help out with that.

“See, bone head? My dad’s so unreasonable,” Smokey complained as she flopped around on Danger trying to line up her dick with Danger’s forbidden hole. “Thanks to that, I might not get to be kill-bucked by him.”

“Nah, don’t give up hope,” encouraged Crimson. “Nice term ‘kill-buck’ though. I hope I don’t forget it.”

Thunder glanced over from where he was, seeing the other ponies had paired off, but didn’t put a stop to Smokey’s antics as of yet. Instead he grasped Gale’s shoulder’s with his claws and rammed her neckhole harder. Her torso and belly seemed to ripple slightly with the impacts before the wound on her gut finally tore open completely and a string of gore spilled onto the floor beneath them.

Winter increased his own thrusting, though it looked like a mix of lust and of just wanting to get it over with. He clenched his eyes shut, and Crimson imagined he was trying to fantasize that he was plowing a living female, but that was impossible with the smell in this place.

“It’s probably the drugs talking,” panted Thunder. “But I wish we could get out before she got very rotten, would love to preserve and stuff her. Still got three days at least though… and that’s only if no one else dies… damn it.”

“I just want to shut myself in a pod and not come out until it’s done,” grunted Winter. “Then I won’t have to… chance the drug making me do things.”

“Not a terrible idea, actually,” sighed Thunder. “Fuck, gonna cum. At least my bitch will rot with a belly full of my seed.”

Winter was creaming before Thunder got the sentence out, trying not to moan too loudly lest he get a nice whiff of the stench in the room. Moments after he pumped Gale’s pussy full, Thunder was plowing a load into her neck hole as well.

“Damn,” Crimson said. “This reminds me of some of what I saw when visiting battlefields after the fighting stopped. Juicy stuff like public neck-fucking of corpses doesn’t happen nearly enough.”

“Shut it,” grunted Shadow from atop her, plowing her now with an utter absence of affection, just juicing his dick in her pussy as rapidly as he could. The spines on his shaft gave her a nice inner massage, and she was already leaking fluid down her thighs from several creams.

“So romantic,” Crimson smirked up at him, rolling her hips back and wrapping her tail around his balls. “You know it’s too bad whoever designed your cyber-dick didn’t make it into this stable. Would have liked to meet them.”

“Shut it,” repeated Shadow as he clenched his teeth, digging his claws into her flanks as he blew a thick load into Crimson’s snatch. There was another pony that wasn’t allowed to survive if Crimson wanted to, but she doubted it was an issue. Paper Cut didn’t seem keen on letting them out at all.

Smokey had more trouble than she’d like getting into Danger in her current condition, but she finally managed to push inside. Though she didn’t seem very good at thrusting into things, flailing more than humping.

“Come on and get off!” Smokey grinned down at Danger. “I’ve never felt another lady cum on my dick!... okay that’s an obvious lie, but I still want to feel it!”

“Okay, this is done,” Thunder grunted, drawing his dick from Gale’s neck and letting her corpse flop back into the open oven door.

As Winter pulled free as well and awkwardly felt his way to the exit with his eyes closed, Thunder moved to Smokey. Smokey squealed in disappointment as she was pulled off of Danger before she even really got going, another attempt at murdering the other captive ruined.

Danger sighed in relief as Thunder dragged Smokey back to the cart that they wheeled them in on, followed by tossing Danger after her, back to back so that Smokey wouldn’t try anything else.

“Hurry up,” Thunder grunned at Shadow.

“Almost,” panted Shadow.

A few moments later he groaned as he blasted Crimson’s womb full. A sting shot up through her as he punched his sharp tip through her cervix and hosed her down with cum that was hot enough to be uncomfortable. It amused Crimson that it seemed to be designed to force itself into holes, and she wished she knew the inventor even more.

“Come on,” Thunder called back as he helped Winter out the door via throwing him, then pushed the cart after.

Date: Friday, 7/1/2078
POV: Winter

After relieving the tension caused by their collective highness, they’d all headed back.

Thunder continued taking the lead and focused his attention on making sure the others survived whether they wanted to or not. To that end, they made sure they had enough food and sealed themselves back inside. Since there were only six in tow now, each sleeping shift was only three ponies.

Danger was released from her bonds eventually, but Smokey was left permanently tied up after the antics she’d been up to. Smokey was put in Shadow and Thunder’s sleeping group so they’d be able to watch her while the others slept.

Winter suspected that Crimson should be tied up too, but perhaps Thunder wasn’t willing to tie up the Overmare even now. Either way, he wasn’t very comfortable being alone with her and Danger while the others were asleep. However at the end of the two sleeping shifts, everyone there was still alive.

Still, Winter knew better than to hope for survival. He was certain something would happen; it always did.

The next morning, they all sat around eating breakfast together, knowing the food was poisoned, but they couldn’t go without eating either. Crimson was tapping away at one of the general use computers as they ate.

“This really is the perfect hiding lab,” Crimson commented. “Just look at the list of stuff in here. There’s bleeding preventers for surgery that were never released, pain enhancement potions, and some failed concoction meant to make artificial alicorns. Apparently it turns you into a monster instead… like most of those experiments did, I guess.”

“Bottom line, don’t drink anything in here that we didn’t bring in,” Thunder growled.

“Honestly?” Winter sighed. “You should lock all of us in pods permanently with enough food for a week and a bucket to shit in. I think that’s the only way we’ll ever last long enough without anything happening.”

“Yeah we’re not doing that,” smirked Crimson, then patted the desk where she sat and looked over at Danger. “Wanna lay on the desk here and we can eat each other out? You deserve a nice relaxing lick after being cooped up with ropes that whole time.”

Smokey snickered madly for some reason, but was still tied up in her corner, eating her food out of a plate on the floor like a dog.

“S-sure,” stammered Danger, but she didn’t look very enthused as she moved to flop over the desk, crawling atop it before rolling over onto her back and splaying out her legs. She clenched up her face and every muscle in her body, which was how she seemed to look anytime someone fucked her, yet she always agreed to do it.

“Well if we’re going to start that up this morning,” said Thunder, glancing at his pipbuck briefly before turning to Winter. “Looks like the two cunts in the room are going to be busy with each other, so bend over for some griffon dick.”

“To be honest, I’m not really in the mood,” Winter said. He was pretty sure his brain shorted out at this point, or maybe he just got used to the drug, because he was really not in the mood this morning.

“I wasn’t asking,” Thunder walked over to Winter, shaft swinging freely beneath him. “Come on, bend over the desk next to the Overmare.”

Winter clenched his teeth for a moment, then nodded. He didn’t want any trouble that might result in another death, especially not his, so he turned his bottom around and propped himself up on the desk next to the one Crimson and Dagner was on.

“Don’t even think about asking,” Shadow growled pre-emptively to Smokey.

“Aww…” Smokey lamented.

“But I am frisky,” sighed Shadow. “Hey, Crimson?”

“You should fuck Danger up the ass instead, she wants it,” Crimson chuckled. She’d just climbed atop Danger, but gripped her in all fours and rolled over so that Danger was atop her.

“Yeah, sure,” Danger monotoned.

“Damn,” Shadow walked over to them too, shaft pulsating as he climbed onto the desk. “Wish I’d know what a rabid slut you were before, Danger. Would have had you more often before this.”

Crimson coiled her tail about Danger’s neck and pulled her head downward between her legs as she gave Danger’s slit a slurp, tweaking her clit with her teeth. Shadow climbed up behind Danger, and Crimson moved a hoof to guide his shaft to her bottom. Danger tensed as he pushed it into her sopping wet pussy for several strokes to get lubricated before pushing it against her tailhole and popping inside instead.

“We have really grown shameless,” panted Crimson, giving Shadow’s shaft a slurp as he moved it to Danger’s ass, then slurping at her pussy, nibbling along her lips. “I mean sure public sex is allowed in the stable, but we don’t normally get this level of ‘Hey let’s have an orgy’ out of nowhere.”

“Tail UP,” Thunder growled as he yanked Winter’s tail out of the way. He didn’t bother listening to Crimson, instead just pushing his shaft against Winter’s rear entry. Unlike Shadow, he didn’t bother with lubrication, instead just digging his claws into Winter’s flanks and forcing it in. Winter grunted, tears welling up in his eyes and trying to relax.

Smokey propped herself up against the desk to watch even if she wasn’t being allowed to participate, and seemed mostly interested in Danger, grinning at her madly as if waiting for something.

“That’s it sluts,” panted Shadow as Crimson slurped at his nuts and Danger’s pussy alternately, moving to pound her ass more firmly, nibbling up the back of her mane. The grin on his face was quite the proud one, probably getting his ego stroked that both remaining pussy-owners wanted to be with him.

Winter couldn’t not watch the hotness next to him, but definitely wasn’t enjoying the drilling of his ass. Still, it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve this. He’d set all this madness off by raping Ginger Snap to begin with, and now the one he originally meant to blame as the traitor was too dead to blame; he’d just lost his nerve after everyone started dying.

Thunder was enjoying it more, grabbing Winter’s mane in one claw, yanking it and turning his head around to look at his eyes. He peered down at him dominantly as if enjoying the way his face twitched with each ram up the behind by that ridged and knotted shaft. It was no wonder rape was so prominent in griffon society, because their dicks were definitely made for it.

“Your faggot doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself, Thunder,” said Crimson between laps at Danger’s pussy as the earth mare whimpered pathetically in Crimson’s. “No wonder, I guess he prefers fillies. Pretty surprised he raped Ginger Snap before we were even drugged.”

Thunder paused his thrusting for just a moment to register that, but then moved back in force even harder. Winter wasn’t sure if they didn’t realize, or if this just brought it fresh to their mind, but Shadow glared down at him pretty intensely as well. Crimson may as well have put ‘next to die’ on his forehead with that comment, and she probably knew it.

“Come to think about it,” growled Thunder. “Unlike the rest of us, Winter here will probably be charged with his crime when we leave. Even if the Overmare didn’t see fit to make a minimum age, I’m pretty sure rape is still frowned upon.”

“I guess,” shrugged Crimson. “... says the guy that raped me in a closet before he’d been drugged.”

“I think there’s a big difference,” growled Thunder, but seeming unperturbed at Crimson’s accusation at the same time. “Between raping a raving slut and a preteen filly guide.”

“Come on guys,” Winter grunted between impacts on his behind. “We’re all out of sorts. If you want to try me when we get out, go ahead, but can we just… not right now?”

“Well,” Crimson said between slurps at Danger. “The Overmare and Head of Security are here, so we could pass judgement now if we wanted.”

“Cut his cock off and choke him to death on it!” Smokey suggested.

“Cute,” Thunder grunted. “But no, we’re not killing anyone.”

“Though cutting the cock off has merit,” smirked Crimson.

Winter tried his best to massage at Thunder’s shaft with his behind, hoping he could get him off quickly and maybe that would calm his guns a bit, but he was getting increasingly nervous and didn’t know how serious they might be. He wasn’t sure what he could say to make things better either.

“Didn’t you and Gale do some stuff?” Paper sprang to life on the screen nearby. “Not talking about since you got here, talking about before that.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re implying,” Winter said, even if he knew exactly what it was, and how Paper knew. Damn that computer.

“That you were the one Gale lost her virginity to when she was eight,” smirked Paper. “Same age as little Ginger, how fun! Raped her in every hole, didn’t you, and kept doing it until she went from having it to slutting it up. I wonder if you would have taken as long to do little Ginger? You’re probably better at it now.”

Damn it! This was so messed up and unfair! She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Come on, guys,” Winter grunted. “Don’t listen to her, she just wants more killing.”

“On the contrary!” Paper giggled. “I don’t want them to kill you; I want them to slice off your dick so I can hear how you scream.”

“You know what?” panted Thunder. “For once, I agree with that little AI shit.”

Thunder grabbed Winter by the mane suddenly, dragging him off the desk while still attached to his behind. Winter squealed much as Paper thought he would as Thunder pushed him over to one of the lab tables, and Winter saw exactly where this was going. There was a stone grinder atop this table, made for grinding minerals into dust for experiments.

“Oh come on!” Winter struggled, only to have Thunder smash his head hard against the table.

“Dick in the press, foal fucker,” Thunder growled. “Danger, you’re best at healing, why don’t you get some of the medical supplies for when I’m done. Don’t want him to bleed to death.”

“Oh thank Break,” Danger panted as she pulled her face away from Crimson’s crotch.

“Hold it!” Shadow growled, grasping Danger by the hips and holding her where she was. “Know your place, slut. I’m not done with your asshole.”

Crimson seemed okay with breaking up their threesome though, climbing off of Danger and trotting over to where Winter was to help out. She smirked at Winter, seeming to take in his terrified expression as she took hold of his erect shaft, massaging it up and down, teasingly placing the tip against the grinder.

“Come on!” Winter begged. “Just grinding it off has to be illegal!”

“That’s the thing about being Overmare in what may be the only surviving Stable,” Crimson smirked. “Anything is as legal as I want it to be.”

“Please,” Winter started to tear up now, shaking his head. “I’m sorry okay? Come on Overmare, this isn’t like you.”

“You have no idea,” laughed Crimson, flicking the on switch on the device, it buzzing to life, the sound of crushing turbines from within winding up and ready to crush.

Behind them, Shadow could be heard moaning as he creamed inside Danger’s asshole, not that Winter cared much about that at this point. From the clamouring, Danger pulled away from him as soon as he did, Winter assumed going for medical supplies. Oh crap, they were really going to do this.

Thunder groaned and rammed Winter’s behind harder, Winter tensing up his legs and trying hard not to be pushed forward. He panicked and squirmed to avoid going inside, but Crimson held his shaft steady so it would go directly inside if Thunder pushed him forward enough. He could feel the air from the moving parts within as he was pushed dangerously close.

“Please I’m begging y-” Winter cried out one last time, but was cut short.

Thunder groaned and gripped Winter’s hips in his own claws, cumming his load into Winter’s tailhole. As he did so, he pushed forward with all his might, and there was nothing Winter could do to stop it. His strength wasn’t a match for a hardened soldier’s.

It wasn’t so much spinning blades inside as grinding plates, and Winter suddenly found his best bits trapped between them. He shrieked hard enough to go into a gagging fit as the stinging pain shot up through his shaft, blood splattering out the opening. Once caught inside, it pulled him deeper, crushing a bit of his shaft at a time.

As tears streamed down his face, Crimson bunched up his balls in her magic, making sure they were pushed in as well. He felt the loose flesh catch against the spinning parts, the shrieked anew as said flesh was torn off to leave his testicles bloody and bare. They were soon to follow, crushed like grapes in a press with an audible squish as he struggled to pull back.

Thunder’s groans almost outshined Winter’s shrieks, enjoying the convulsions of Winter’s tailhole around him as the agony ripped through the pony. The griffon used it to ride out his own orgasm as long as he could within Winter’s behind, panting against his ear and rolling his eyes back as if Winter’s screams were sweet music.

“For Break’s sake, that clench is amazing,” Thunder groaned. He rode his orgasm for a while within the convulsing asshole, pushing Winter’s bloody belly against the device, the stallion’s equipment completely twisted off now.

“Oh goodness,” Danger pulled Thunder off of Winter once he was done. “Did we really have to do this?”

Winter collapsed onto the floor screaming as Danger poured a stringing potion on the hole where his dick used to be to kill infection. The rest was a blur, but he was mildly cognizant of her patching him up enough that he didn’t bleed to death.

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