Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Sunday, 7/3/2078
POV: Crimson

Crimson watched through the video feed as Shadow grasped Smokey’s head in both claws, looking into the last expression of bliss frozen on her face, and wrenched her neck. He didn’t stop until her spine gave with a loud crack, yanking her head off and turning it around. He yanked his shaft from her dead asshole, instead ramming it into her neck, watching it slide out of his daughter’s muzzle.

“Way hotter than it ever should be,” Shadow panted.

“No, I think it’s exactly as hot as it should be,” Crimson said, rubbing both front hooves between her spread hind legs. “Hey Paper?”

“Yes, dear,” Paper waggled her eyebrows from the monitor.

“If you keep the three creature rule, it’s going to be harder and harder to make your announcement. Might not get to lower that number each time.”

“That’s a decent point,” Paper tilted her head. “Okay!”

“Announcement!” Paper Cut said more loudly, one could assume over all the monitors at once. “New rule! When there are 6 or less participants, only one other besides the killer needs to see the body for it to be announced. If there are 3 or less, I announce it whenever I want! Anyway, on that subject…”

“Ding, dong, bing, bong,” chimed the alarm.

“A body has been discovered!” Paper almost giggled it out. “And is currently having her throat fucked from the wrong direction by her own dad. The horror!” She tapped the number at the bottom, which slid down to a six.

“Yeah, that’ll make him hurry back,” chuckled Crimson. “I’ll probably end up regretting this though, I’m not nearly the masochist I pretend to be at times.”

“Well that’ll make it more fun for me to watch, at least,” said Paper. “So, you seem to be ahead of the curve. You figured out who the traitor is?”

“I think so,” Crimson said. “Not Smokey. Are you really going to let us out when they die though?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Paper said. “I mean the rules don’t require that I actually tell you when the traitor dies, only that I unlock the exit from this side. It’s not like any of you are checking if it’s locked between deaths.”

“That’s going to be hilarious,” chuckled Crimson. She worked at her cunt casually, mostly keeping herself wet, moving a hoof down to her lower entry to lube it up a bit. The last thing she wanted was a dry ass if someone decided to rape her asshole too. As she did, she continued to watch the head-pounding in Shadow’s pod.

“What the fuck is going on here!” screeched Thunder’s voice from behind her. “And why didn’t you shut the blockade while I was gone?”

POV: Thunder

“Eh?” Crimson turned around to see Thunder, an unconscious but living Devil on his back. “Wait, you let him live? And I unblocked it again in case it was Devil that came back to kill me instead of you.”

“Came back to… what the Break are you talking about?” Thunder screamed. “Where’s Shadow?”

As he spoke, Thunder dragged Devil to one of the empty pods, depositing him inside and locking the door. Devil stirred as he awoke, glaring at Thunder briefly before the door closed.

“Here,” Crimson turned the computer screen she’d been looking at towards him towards him, showing the video feed of Shadow inside Smokey’s pod. Smokey lay brutalized, broken, and dead, and Shadow was getting a reverse blowjob from her severed head. Thunder looked at it just as he creamed a thick load of spunk, which came flying out of Smokey’s dead muzzle onto the side of his pod.

“You,” Thunder growled, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. “This whole time, the Overmare herself was the NLR traitor? But why? Why would you do this to YOUR OWN STABLE?”

“Oh, THIS again,” Paper Cut rolled her eyes.

“YOU shut up!” Thunder growled, turning back to Crimson for an explanation. “Should I restrain you? Or should I just kill you, since it won’t reset the time much at this point.”

“Do you really think she’ll let us out even if we kill the traitor?” Crimson laughed, turning towards him. Given how wet her inner thighs were, she’d been rubbing it rather violently to the action in the pod. “Do you think there even IS a traitor? We’re all going to die here, so I may as well enjoy it… I did kill Tella and Sunburst though… totally me.”

“Why?” Thunder shook his head as he approached her, muscles twitching with rage. “Your own wife? And the stallion that saved this stable with a plan to trick the NLR into thinking we’d overloaded our reactor?”

“My wife,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “You mean the one that hated dicks so much she wouldn’t even let me put my own inside her without pinning her down first? Come on, there’s being a dyke, then there’s just being absurd; there’s nothing straight about taking a girl’s cock. Once this is over, I’ll hook up with those spa twins. I’m sure we’ll have a long and happy marriage, and I can get a few foals out of both of them before I get bored and brutally murder them some day.”

“You JUST said you didn’t think you’d get out of here alive,” Thunder growled. “And Sunburst? Just for fun, I suppose.”

“I killed him for being a stallion with a good idea,” Crimson shrugged. “What can I say? I’m an insecure mare and it hurt my feelings. And YOU might be surprised how me dying and not dying aren’t necessarily exclusive.”

“Mare, you are just asking for him to figure it out,” chuckled Paper. “You’re lucky he’s a stupid male.”

“Yeah, probably,” Crimson shrugged.

“No,” Thunder shook his head, taking a deep breath to calm down. His boner was so hard it hurt, he wanted to snuff her out so badly, but he had to resist. “I’m putting you in a pod and you’re staying there.”

“Your NG rule is that your pipbuck tells you who to fuck and gives you a time limit,” said Crimson. “Then when it’s done, it gives you another random name and time, not necessarily of one that is alive.”

“Yeah, it’s not even worth announcing that violation,” Paper shrugged.

“You are kidding me,” Thunder growled.

“Up to you,” Crimson said. “According to the rules, we either fight to the death, or everyone dies sooner than they would have anyway. But you know what? Maybe we should just let it happen. Isn’t it better to die being friends than live knowing you killed one?”

Thunder couldn’t tell if this bitch even believed what she said anymore. All he knew was that he’d make her sorry for pulling this shit.

He’d had a nice long look at the chemicals in here as they’d been stuck in here, so he went to one of the shelves. He grabbed a bottle that was labeled, ‘pain-enhancer’ and carried it over towards Crimson.

Crimson seemed to be going to give him a hard time with it. Even though she was clearly no match for him, he felt her magic grasp his body to try to hold him still. He growled, tensing and forcing himself forward with every ounce of strength he had.

Managing to pull one arm free, he grasped a nearby chair in his claw, slinging it towards Crimson and impacting her squarely on the horn. She squeaked and fell back, releasing him from her grasp as he charged forward.

He grabbed her around the neck, with his free claw, slamming her horn against the edge of the table as hard as he could several times, then dragged her by the scruff of her neck over to the rock grinder. Thunder had downed enough demon-horses that he knew their weak point, and just how to make them sob.

First, he pushed the uncorked potion into her muzzle. Despite the bottle saying there were 100 servings in the container, he forced her to guzzle the entire bottle before tossing it aside to shatter on the floor.

“Can I ask what that was?” Crimson asked dizzily, then her eyes widened when she realized he was pulling her horn-first towards the rock grinder. “Oh shit, this is gonna smart.”

“More than you can imagine, cunt,” Thunder growled. The removal of a unicorn’s horn was already the most painful thing you could do to one, generally considered more intense than a male having his balls crushed, and this would hurt a lot more with the potion now in her system.

He was right. When the first grinding stone impacted her horn, her shriek probably sounded a lot like the first time her dad raped her. Her body convulsed, urine streaming down her hind legs as she pissed herself from the agony. She had nothing clever to say about it, unable to stop herself from squealing.

“That’s it you insufferable cunt,” Thunder growled, his cock throbbing against her from behind as her urine washed over his dick. “I should have done this ages ago. And when I survive with you dead, this whole stable will be mine, every fleshy hole in it mine to fuck whenever I want, including yours until you’re too rotted to have any meat left on your bones.”

Thunder had fully succumbed to the bliss of their condition, delighting in the sight of tears streaming down the Overmare’s face. He pushed into her pussy from behind, feeling how soggy the heat pit was from her masturbating, and immediately flinging his hips. She wasn’t even the next on his list, but he didn’t care. He wanted her to feel his cock as she died. If there was one thing he’d learned as a soldier, it was that there were few things more blissful than defiling the body of a hated enemy as they died.

When he ripped her head back, her horn had been reduced to a stump, and her whole body was shaking, every nerve in her body clearly afire with the combination of horn trauma and potion. He slammed her head down on the table and rammed her harder from behind as he turned the heat setting on the rock cruncher to max.

“Was it worth it?” Thunder shrieked as he grabbed her front right hoof in his claw and rammed it into the rock smasher. “Tell me!”

“Aw buck, why do I do things?” Crimsons shrieked, which was good enough answer for him as her hoof was forced into the machine.

With the heat turned up, not only did it shatter her hoof as he pushed it in, but the scalding magic inside burned her wound closed so she wouldn’t bleed as much, making sure she’d stay alive longer to suffer. Every time he pushed more in, the burns were ripped off as more flesh and bone was removed only to be burned shut again, the smoke of her burning fur and flesh puffing out of the machine.

Maybe it was the drugs and the insanity of his rage, but her pussy felt like the most delicious pleasure blender he’d ever felt. Every stab of agony that flowed through her body seemed to end in a convulsion in her marehood, squeezing and twisting as it milked his shaft. He strained to hold it in, taking his time to feed her leg into the machine as he leaned forward and licked the tears streaming down her face, savoring the uncharacteristic look of torment on her face.

“I am so never letting her live this down,” Paper commented nonsensically. “Sobbing like a little bitch.”

He ignored the monster in the machine, too busy creaming his first load into Crimson’s rape hole, pushing up into her womb. He did it just as he was working up to her shoulder, so left that cauterized stump to grasp her other front hoof. She resisted frantically, but weakly, as he pulled out flipped her over against the table.

As he pushed the second hoof into the machine, he pushed his dick into her second hole, making sure to rub off as much lubrication as he could first. He forced it inside and shivered at the explosion of twitching within. As he did, her hind legs flailed wildly behind him.

“When you’re done,” said Paper Cut. “Make sure to pop the gem out of the back of her neck and crush it in the rock smasher. Else the medical staff that she told can use it to bring her back.”

“Hey!” shrieked Crimson.”Even if I’m not your traitor, I made you, you ungrateful shit!”

“And that made betraying you just now even more fun,” chuckled Paper Cut. “Seriously, if I had a physical body, I would have orgasmed like ten times just now.”

“Good,” growled Thunder. “If this dyke whore isn’t really dead it wouldn’t count as killing the traitor.” He was certain she was the traitor at this point, so maybe he wouldn’t even have to wait another three days once he did her in.

Crimson’s struggles became a lot more apparent when her secret was revealed, and he could see real horror in her eyes now in addition to the torment. He had to admit it was pretty beautiful. He slowed down feeding her second leg into the machine more, wanting to savor her death, especially if this would be over when she was.

“I wouldn’t wreck my own Stable!” Crimson shrieked in desperation. “She wouldn’t tell you my weakness if killing me would stop this!”

Thunder didn’t care what she told him, maybe she was just bored or realized that Thunder wouldn’t allow any more deaths anyway. Either way, he couldn’t have been more certain.

“Dear Break I don’t wanna die…” Crimson sobbed, and those words made his cock harder than ever, to see that fear in the eyes of someone that must have thought they were immortal in this game. He wondered if Daybreaker experienced the same type of despair as she died.

“Maybe I should have your corpse stuffed,” panted Thunder. “Then put it on display. Maybe even make it a rite of passage for foals to fuck your corpse during their cute ceneras.”

“That’d be pretty hilarious,” chuckled Crimson, then seemed to snap back to sobbing. “Shit, I mean, no! I don’t want to be some pin cushion for colts I can’t even kill!”

“Fuck yes, this is amazing,” Thunder shivered violently, on the edge of an orgasm he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted. “I have to admit, I can see why you enjoyed killing them so much. Fuck you deserve this.”

“You’re not wrong, but,” Crimson sobbed. “Come on, think this through. No one is gonna put the Overmare’s killer in charge, even if you were under the influence!”

“Then I’ll keep killing the Overmare until they will!” Thunder shrieked, too far gone from the bliss of fucking a dying mare’s pussy.

As her second limb worked fully into a stump, Thunder creamed a load into her convulsing pussy. He packed it in, convinced that this was the most well-deserved rape he’d ever committed.

He pulled his shaft from her pussy, climbing up onto the table with her as his spunk drooled down her hind legs. While he thought about putting her hind legs into the rock blender as well, he decided to keep them, wanting to be able to grasp onto her legs when he fucked her corpse later.

Instead he straddled her chest, letting his cock lay against her muzzle, but she was too weak to try to snap at it. Instead, he gliding a claw across her neck.

“Say it one more time,” Thunder panted. “Tell me that you don’t want to die, so I can ignore it and murder your traitorous ass.”

“I don’t want to die,” sobbed Crimson. It surprised him that she gave in to saying it so quickly, but the agony must have been so much that she just wanted to get it over with now.

“That’s it,” moaned Thunder, shivering as her words rolled over his ears.

With that, he sliced open her throat with his claw, causing her body to convulse beneath her. He rammed his cock into the throat wound, and watched her eyes widen as the blood tip of his cock exit her muzzle. She looked cross-eyed at it as he began to fuck her throat.

It didn’t take long before she was gagging on her own blood, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Her throat spasmed every bit as good as her pussy as she entered her death throes, and he moved his claw to the back of her head, grasping the gem there to remind her that when she died, she’d be dead for good. The despair on her face as her eyes rolled back was beyond delicious.

He pounded her neck harder, ripping her head up to tear open her throat more. Driven forward by the hotness of the murder he’d committed, he came quickly this time, his spunk splattering over the table and onto her now dead face.

“And now for the finish,” Thunder panted.

He twisted at the gem on the back of her neck. After a few seconds of vibrating, uploading her being as she died, it came out more easily. He looked at the small pink jewel in his claw before licking his lips. He said she’d die with his dick in her, so he kept his shaft in her neck as her moved it to the rock smasher.

And promptly fumbled it…

“Damn it!” Thunder said as it rolled across the floor,

He moved quickly to try to catch it, wrenching his cock out of her head to leave her laying there as he chased it, hard shaft bouncing beneath her. He shrieked in fury as it rolled into a floor vent and clattered into the small tubing beneath.

“No! NO!” Thunder shrieked louder, reaching his claw inside. He felt it, but only managed to push it further.

“You have to count it!” Thunder roared at Paper as he continued to futilely feel around inside the vent. “Even if she’ll be alive again later, right now she is dead! The rules only state that they have to be dead, not that they have to be beyond revival by magitech!”

“Hm, you do make a compelling argument,” Paper tapped her chin, then sighed. “You know I’m disappointed at your failure too. It would have been so hot to get my own creator murdered, like killing my own god… also she’ll never let me live this down. Oh well.”

“Count it!” Thunder demanded, pulling his arm out of the pipe and pointed at her, as if he could make any demands.

“Hm, which would make you despair more,” Paper wondered, then shrugged. “Fine, I’ll count it. Following the rules to the letter is important! A body has been discovered… blah blah.”

“Now, open the door!” Thunder demanded again.

“But the traitor isn’t dead,” smirked Paper. “And you just said that we should follow the rules.”

“W-what?” Thunder lost some of his rage in confusion. “But she has to be! She said herself she wanted us all to die!”

“So did Smokey, it didn’t make her the traitor,” chuckled Paper. “See, you’re just not looking at this from the right angle. Like I just explained to her, I never said the traitor worked for the NLR. You all filled in those blanks with your assumptions. And you know what happens when you assume...”

“W-what?”” Thunder’s eyes widened at the realization. “But she said she created you!”

“Doesn’t mean she put me here,” said Paper. “She left me in the computers at the Ministry of Magitech, it kinda hurt my feelings actually. But I snuck onto someone else’s computer and they ended up in the stable, unknowingly letting me get into this network. Later I talked to the traitor and put an idea in their head. That part’s still a secret.”

Thunder’s mind went through the options. Shadow had definitely been at the Ministry as one of their experiments, and Winter worked in missile control, so one of them? But wait… he couldn’t make any assumptions. The one that accidentally brought her here wasn’t necessarily the one she convinced to do this, so that didn’t narrow it down at all!

“I can’t imagine anyone else here coming up with a plan like this,” Thunder shook his head. “You’re lying, you have to be.”

“You offend me,” chuckled Paper. “Besides, who said they came up with the whole plan? They came up with the part of the plan they wanted, I didn’t even tell them about the parts they wouldn’t like until it was too late.”

“But the plan still involved them killing us, which requires a certain type of person,” Thunder though, running through the options again. Devil or Shadow then? That was Shadow for two of them…

“Never said that either,” shrugged Paper. “I said you had to kill them before they killed you, not that they actually intended to kill you.”

No… then that was it. He had no idea who could be the traitor, or even if they deserved to die because of their involvement. What did he do? What could he do? There was only one way out of this, to go without another death for 3 days, and he had to do it this time.

POV: Shadow

Shadow wasn’t one to cry, but when the drug was vented out of the chamber enough for him to come down from his high, he found himself in a locked cell with his dead daughter and his regrets. He couldn’t help but tear up, turning away from her mangled corpse. The things he said to her in his fury… she died thinking he believed that. As fucked up as she was, he never wanted that.

His contemplation was broken when the door finally opened. Thunder was there, a look of disgust on his face. Shadow could see the Overmare’s corpse on a table behind him; he had no idea what happened there, but she probably got what she had coming to her.

Shadow was about to try to explain himself, but instead, Thunder tossed a bucket, a box of food packets, and a jug of water into the cell before closing the door.

“What the fuck is this?” Shadow called through the speaker in his cell.

“No one is getting out,” Thunder’s voice replied.

“What do you mean?” Shadow shook his head.

“This ends now, no more killing,” Thunder replied. “None of us can be trusted around the others, not even me. I’m locking everyone in their cells with a timer for three days, including myself. We’ll all have a bucket to shit in, water, and food for three days. Unless any of you idiots kill yourself, we will get out in three days.”

“Can I at least have a cell that doesn’t have my daughter’s corpse in it?” shrieked Shadow. “I’d rather not defile it but she’s starting to look really hot again.”

“No,” Thunder replied before moving to the next cell. “You made your bed, and you can sleep on it, or in it. Be thankful you have a hole to fuck at least.”

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