Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Tuesday 7/5/2078
POV: Thunder

Thunder galloped to the lab door, but thought better of opening it quickly when he heard a shattering roar from the other side.

“What the flying fuck?” Thunder groaned.

Still, it sounded like it was from the other side of the room, so he cracked the door open and peeked inside. For a moment, he stared at the monster that seemed to favor Winter, dropping Devil’s corpse onto a table and grabbing his apparently regrown dick. He didn’t seem to have had much more luck with that one as it was gushing blood.

“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me what happened?” Thunder asked Paper.

“Nah,” shrugged Paper. “But that thing is between you and the storage room Danger is hiding in. You don’t got long to off her for breaking her rule before you’re a goner!”

“That would mean she killed Shadow,” sighed Thunder. “And when I kill them… I would be the only survivor.”

But at least he’d be certain to get the traitor. At this point, he just wanted out, and figured no one could blame him for his actions while under this drug.

Compared to everything else that happened, a gun seemed like a boring way for someone to die, but he had Gale’s gun with him, so he wasn’t going to fight that thing without it. He opened the door further, raised the weapon, and fired directly at Winter’s head.

Winter cried out as it impacted landing forward onto the table, then screeched and staggered back up. Well that wasn’t right.

As Winter turned around and glared, Thunder fired another three shots square in the chest. Winter roared with each one, blood flying with the impacts as the bullets drilled through him, but once again he stood back up.

Then Thunder saw it. The creature’s cock, which he knew had been torn to bits when he first looked into the room, had knitted itself back together. That thing could regenerate.

“This is so unfair,” sighed Thunder.

Winter rushed him again, and Thunder backed away from the door quickly with no time to shut it behind him. Lucky for him, he was saved by the fact that Winter could no longer fit through it, only able to reach his jagged bloody hoof-claw out of the door and reach for Thunder.

It’d be easy enough to leave him in there and wait this out, but he couldn’t now that Danger had broken her rule. He was on the clock.

“Speaking of breaking the rules…” Paper said from the screen.

It occurred to Thunder to look at his own rule, and groaned in frustration. It was Winter’s name and he had fifteen minutes left. It hadn’t even occurred to him that he might be given so little time when running back.

He probably need to destroy the brain, but the skull is too hard, which made him come to a conclusion. Thunder raised the rifle again, aiming it directly for Winter’s right eye.

Winter screeched in rage as the bullet put out his eye and sank into his brain, convulsing but not intelligent enough to back away even before the brain trauma. He just kept flailing his claw to try to reach for Thunder. Thunder fired again, emptying half the magazine into the right eye before doing the same for the left. Only then did Winter’s body convulse to a stop.

Dropping the rifle, Thunder knew he had to hurry. He heaved at Winter’s head with all his might, shoving his body back fully into the lab so that he could get inside. He flipped over his massive hindquarters, pushing his limp legs apart.

“A body has been discovered, blah, blah,” Paper said, giving Thunder some relief with the confirmation of death. “And then it’s getting bucked, pretty par for the course around here!” He tapped Winter’s icon at the bottom of the screen, which darkened out, leaving only Thunder’s and Danger’s lit.

“Was this the traitor?” Thunder asked as he pushed his shaft against the creature’s posterior. He shivered, having to admit it felt nice around him, still warm and juicier than any ass should be. As he leaned against the massive dead cock, he couldn’t help but lean down and lap at the thick softening flesh there.

“Yep! Finally got em!” Paper chuckled. “For a while I honestly thought the traitor might be the last one alive! That would have been hilarious! Not that it helps you yet, since you still have to abide by the rules and take care of Danger within… 39 minutes now.”

“Break-damned idiot!” Thunder growled as he pounded harder between laps at the schlong in front of him. “I should have known!”

“Yeah,” chuckled Paper. “After he accidentally transferred me to the system here by plugging his own computer in, we started to chat it up. He mentioned being tired of Gale always threatening to turn him in for what he did to her ages back, and was afraid to plow his own little surrogate daughter due to it. I convinced him we could kill two birds with one stone. I’d set up this game, and give Gale a rule that she wasn’t allowed to deny being the traitor, which didn’t actually matter much it turned out.”

“But then Ginger?” Thunder asked, clenching his beak as he grasped Winter’s ass and plowed harder.

“He wanted an excuse to make her first time with him brutal rape for old-time sake,” said Paper. “He’d rape her, claim that Gale made him do it at gunpoint, which Ginger would be afraid to deny, then accuse her of being the traitor. Since she couldn’t deny it, everyone would blame her, but wouldn’t be willing to kill her. So they’d wait three days with her tied up, and when no one died and they got released, they’d assume they were right. Afterward, he figured Ginger would let him fuck her, and since ‘consenting’ sex is legal in this stable regardless of age… there’d be no problem.”

“But then of course, I gave Ginger a rule not to cry,” smirked Paper. “Which led to a chain reaction. Winter was too frazzled to do any accusations after her death, and then I gave Danger a good gassing when she snuck out for a snack so she killed Cream Heart. Accusations flew, and everything was downhill from there. The fact is, no one had to die because the traitor didn’t actually intend to kill anyone.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Thunder growled.

“Yeah, it really doesn’t matter,” smirked Paper. “I mean, I didn’t even say there was only one traitor, right? Crimson may not have been at fault for starting this game, but is a traitor for different reasons. So in a pinch I could have ruled that she was a traitor too and that one had to destroy her gem to make it count. Only Tella knew that without me telling and I trusted my creator to best some two-bit psychopath.”

“I’m going to kill Danger and leave, then I’m going to purge your sorry ass from the system!” Thunder sighed.

“Good luck,” smirked Paper. “The Ministry of Magitech failed to purge me from their systems. You think you can do better when the ones that knew most about the systems here all died in this game? There were… many reasons for me pulling this, aside from just fun, which was enough by itself!”

“Shut up!” Thunder screeched, then growled. “Fuck…”

He blew his load hard, his rage only increasing the intensity of the orgasm. He felt dizzy from the blast after he painted Winter’s insides, but quickly pulled free, running for Gale’s rifle again and quickly reloading it before heading to the storage room door.

This was it. It was just him and her, and he hadn’t gotten this far just to die.

POV: Danger

After the announcement, Danger knew she was in trouble. Shortly after when she heard gunshots outside followed by an end to the roaring, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together and figure that Thunder had returned and killed Winter. That meant it was just him and her now.

“H-how long do I have?” Danger asked. “Before the timer is up and you kill Thunder.” She hadn’t gotten this far just to die, she would stick it out until the end.

“34 minutes,” smirked Paper.

“Danger!” Thunder yelled as he banged on the door. “Winter was the traitor and he’s dead! We can leave now, come on out!”

Danger jumped at the sudden banging, but wasn’t going to believe that without confirming. “Paper?”

“He’s lying,” chuckled Paper. “I told him he has to follow this rule since it occurred before the traitor died. He knows he has to kill you to avoid me zapping him to death through his pipbuck.”

“Can you really do that?” Danger asked. “Zap us to death through our pipbuck?”

“Probably not,” whispered Paper. “He’d easily get it off before he was dead.”

“Thunder!” Danger yelled back through the door. “Listen to me! You don’t have to kill me to follow the rules! If you take your pipbuck off fast she can’t kill you with it!”

“She’s lying,” Paper’s voice from the other room said, Danger barely able to hear it, but clearly Paper was being loud for her to hear her in here. “I can totally do it!”

“That doesn’t matter now, like I said the traitor is dead!” Thunder called back. “Come on out.”

“O-okay,” Danger claimed at first.

She looked around the storeroom again for a weapon. She grasped the crowbar from before in her muzzle, moving to stand next to but not in front of the door in case he shot through it. She leaned her head as she spoke to make sure it sounded like she was right in front of the door. She reached out a hoof to grasp the shelf with the acids on it, tilting it forward as much as she could with nothing falling off.

“T-then it won’t matter if we wait!” said Danger. “We can wait for the time to be up to verify, and that won’t be a problem if you’re telling the truth!”

“Oh, clever,” Paper whispered a compliment at her strategy, hoofing some popcorn into her muzzle. “Who will be the last creature standing? So intense!”

“Fine then,” grumbled Thunder from the other side. “We’ll wait.”

A second later gunshots rang out as a clip was emptied into the door. Danger shrieked, but luckily she had been out of the way. The doorknob shattered from one of the shots, and Thunder kicked through the door. He rushed in, bayonet lunging ahead of him to skewer her the moment he saw her.

As soon as he ran in, Danger reared up on her hind legs and came down on his head as hard as she could with the crowbar, the sharp prying edge slamming into his neck. Not expecting a sudden attack from beside the door, he flailed forward. She brought down the shelf at the same time, beakers shattering.

It wasn’t all acid, but enough of it was that he shrieked from beneath the shelf. One landed directly on his face, shattering and streaming down his beak and splashing into his eyes. His body thrashed as he dropped the gun and rubbed at his eyes, then screeched louder when he felt them pop from the pressure of rubbing at them.

“Yes!” Danger looked down at what she’d done, a surge of relief washing over her. She’d done it! She was the winner!

The new spout of violence drove her hormones to their head once again. She grabbed another of the wire ties as she twisted Thunder’s leg upward to force his hips around. Tying off his dick to keep it hard when he died, she slid up to the shelf and pushed her body down onto him. She couldn’t help but laugh hysterically as his slick dick sank into her nethers once again.

“That’s it, die!” groaned Danger as she pushed herself down, soggy pussy slurping him up, still starved for dick and now able to cum as much as she wanted.

“Take your time,” chuckled Paper as he tapped Thunder’s icon. Thunder was still screeching beneath as she acid burned into his brain, but she was ready. “We still technically have to wait for the timer to run out on your rule, but then I’ll unlock it to let you out.”

“Yes,” purred Danger. “You hear that, Thunder? The last thing you feel will be my pussy clenching your fat dick, then I’ll go free while you rot… or maybe I’ll take you back with me to my room, both you and Shadow.”

The power-thrill of being the victor was better than she realized, and it sent her over faster than she expected, creaming hard over his shaft. She kept bouncing though, still wanting the final death to feel her pussy clenching him as he died.

“I suppose the security is at the door outside,” purred Danger, slowing her movements as Thunder entered his death throes. “They’ll come in as soon as the time is up, so maybe I should spend the last bit of the hour thinking of exactly what to say happened in here.”

“Oh they can’t come in,” Paper smirked. “But they know what happened?”

“Huh?” Danger quirked an ear.

“The rules I gave them are different,” Paper explained. “I’ll unlock the door on this side so you can get out, but it remains locked on their side unless you’re all dead. Otherwise, they have to wait for someone inside to open the door.”

“And they know what’s happening?” Danger asked again.

“Sure, they’ve been watching the whole thing, every murder broadcast live to the entire stable, though I may have cut some of the audio if there was information that’d be inconvenient later on for reasons.”

“The whole thing?” Danger asked again, her hips slowing to a stop, but keeping him inside of her.

“Yeah, they see this too,” Paper said as Thunder’s icon darkened. “Oh and a body has been discovered. Anyway, I wouldn’t expect a hero’s welcome. Even if you were under the influence, their friends will not be happy, especially when they know you’re the one that set off the main killing by offing Cream Heart.”

“I… what?” Danger looked down at the two corpses beneath the shelf.

“Yep!” Paper chuckled. “Prepare to be the village outcast for the remainder of your days, or possibly a prisoner. Depends on how they punish you. I mean it was the dead Overmare in the lab that was obsessed with cryo-rehab, so the others might do something else.”

“I don’t even want to go through the cryo…” Danger shook her head. Getting reprogrammed by Stable-Tec technology wasn’t her idea of a good time.

“Well, too bad!” Paper chuckled, then narrowed her eyes, tapping Danger’s icon at the bottom of the screen. “Or… you could go into a pod and I could fill it with water. A nice, fairly painless demise, and you wouldn’t have to face them.”

“I wouldn’t… have to…” Danger sighed.

Danger barely put thought into it as she stood, her pussy pulling off the dead cock with a nice lewd slurp. She heaved at the shelf again, standing it back upright before grabbing Thunder’s corpse by one leg and dragging it out of the storeroom.

“Oh moving a body!” Paper chuckled. “A rule violation has occurred… but of course there’s no one to enforce that so proceed.”

Danger didn’t answer. The thrill of victory had collapsed in on itself, and she only felt an empty voice as the reality of what was to come crashed in around her. She couldn’t go out there; she couldn’t face them when this was all her fault. Fourteen of the deaths would have never occurred had she not set this off with her stupid snack time. She was to blame.

She dumped Thunder’s corpse into her pod, then went back and did the same to Shadow’s. Afterward, she went into the pod and closed the door.

It was a tighter fit with her and two corpses inside. She pinned Thunder to the wall of her pod, forcing his dead shaft against her behind. She’d been fucked so much over the last weeks that it was easy enough to push him inside. She pulled Shadow’s cooler body against her front, staring into his empty skull as she pushed him into her pussy.

“Do it,” Danger panted, she rocked her hips back and forth, filling the pod with the moist noise of her last lewd act. “Execute me like the sick, murderous bitch I am.”

“Hee,” Paper smirked. “There’s something really hot about someone so broken that they ask to die.”

The pump near the pod buzzed to life. Danger felt the coolness of water against her hind hooves, but strangely didn’t feel any fear of her imminent demise. Instead she kissed Shadow’s empty skull, feeling the sting of the acid still on it against her tongue but not caring. She swallowed, feeling it burn into her body.

She pulled Shadow slower, wrapping both forelegs and one hind leg around his limp form as she felt the water come up to her other hind knee. Smoothly rotating her hips back and forth, she churned their corpse-cocks into her holes, enjoying the high still provided by her drug-addled mind.

Danger didn’t even notice that the water was acidic until it reached her thighs, feeling a sting around her leg as her fur and flesh slowly came loose.

“Yes,” groaned Danger. “Dissolve me, I want to be found in a soup of my victims and cum…”

She creamed herself from the very idea, juice splattering into the bubbling soup that was eating away at her leg. It stung at her sensitive pussy as it lapped higher. When she felt her hind leg about to give out, she moved a foreleg up to loop it against a pipe on the ceiling of the pod, holding herself up to delay her death and thus extend her suffering. It wasn’t even because she got off on it, but because she knew she deserved it. This whole thing was as much her fault as it was Winter’s after all, maybe more so.

By the time it slopped up to her midsection and began eating away at her breasts, the fluid in the lower portion of the pod had already become a red-tinted gore soup. She felt her hind leg that held Shadow give as her first had, and his body floated out into the fluid.

She slid her foreleg that wasn’t holding her up into the sludge, sliding it over her body as it rose to her neck. Even as the leg was eaten, she rubbed it over her front, feeling her soggy flesh come free, tearing off a hoof full of it and stuffing it into her muzzle, feeling it burn her throat as she swallowed it down.

By the time that leg was too damaged to move, her guts were spilling into the soup, barely hanging on with her one remaining leg as it lapped at her chin. Shadow and Thunder had sloshed fully into the mixture, little of them remaining intact by this point.

The agony was intense, like every nerve in her body was firing off, and she could even still feel the phantom torment from the parts of her that were already eaten. Finally she decided it was time to end it, releasing her final leg and allowing herself to fall in completely. The fluid encompassed her, and she breathed in a large fetid lung full, feeling it burn away the remainder of her insides as her consciousness went dark forever.

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