Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Tuesday 7/12/2078
POV: Crimson Prose

Soul gems were truly invaluable to someone as prone to die as Crimson. Had she not been one of the Ministry Mares during the war, she certainly wouldn’t have been gifted with such an upgrade.

But given that Paper had told Thunder to destroy it as she was dying, she hadn’t expected to be revived. It was quite a surprise when she felt herself coming too, gagging out the first breath in her new body.

“Overmare!” Nurse Redheart’s voice rang as Crimson’s hearing returned and her eyes blinked open. “I have to admit, before we got neural activity, I was incredulous whether this ‘soul recycler’ device actually worked as you said it would.”

Before anything else, Crimson snatched a surgical knife from the nearby table, slicing off a bit of her left ear so it matched her former body.

“Have I ever told you how I originally nicked my-”

“Several times, yes, Overmare,” Redheart chuckled. “A different, unrelated story each time.”

“Eh, I guess I’ll spare you this time,” said Crimson. “But my gem was intact?”

“Indeed,” Redheart nodded. “The Security Chief dropped it into the vents before he put it in the grinder, thank Break, and we hope that the regeneration process will have reversed the unfortunate insanity caused by the drug.”

“Eh, not the first time I died high on Touch,” shrugged Crimson. “And Paper Cut?”

“Deleted,” said Redheart. “She was surprisingly easy to purge from the stable computer.”

Morons. If it was that easy, it meant she was certainly hiding somewhere still, probably on Crimson’s private terminal, waiting to gloat at her.

“And my other instructions I gave if I ever died?” Crimson asked with a smirk.

“I followed them all,” the nurse nodded. “You are only to be resurrected on a Tuesday, and spa mares are to be made available immediately to… break in your new body, twins if they are available. Aloe and Lotus are waiting outside for when you’re ready.”

“No time like the present!” grinned Crimson.

Tuesday 7/19/2078

Crimson might have been angry at Paper for trying to off her, yet she wasn’t, mostly because the whole thing gave her the opportunity she needed.

She had immediately proclaimed that everyone in the stable would undergo preventative cryo-rehab to ensure no one else was intending on betraying them, but of course it wasn’t the rehab programs they expected to receive.

First, she’d put the female guards into the program. When they got out, nice and brainwashed, they thoughtlessly followed her order to divide the remaining stable residents between male and females, gas the males, and incinerate their corpses after using them a bit.

The stable had futa potions now, so who needed males? The taint to the water supply Crimson had created would ensure all future births were females, so there was no issue.

Now that all the other female residents were through the program, not only did they not care about the lack of males, but they wholeheartedly believed that there had never been any males allowed into the stable, and that Equestria had only ever kept males as breeding stock even before futa magic. All the victims of the game had been females in their memory, and the other males had simply never existed. The stable had been too crowded before anyway.

What’s more, they believed that fun new traditions like parents breaking in their foals on their eight birthdays were the way it had always been. Though sadly, it wasn’t nearly as traumatizing for them when they didn’t realize that sex at their age was supposed to be humiliating. Similarly, while public sex had been legal if rude before, it was now commonplace, as were open relationships.

Oh, and incest was considered fine now too. They had the gene tech to make sure it didn’t cause issues, so why not? Crimson intended to marry the filly of her filly of her filly all the way down the line, since being the only one there with a soul gem made her effectively immortal. She’d be this stable’s personal Celestia, but more fucked up.

Now she sat back in the chair in her Overmare’s office, hind legs spread as her new wives Aloe and Lotus took turns lapping at her slit. They were playing a game where each got ten seconds at a time, and whoever won by getting her off first got to be tortured by the other. They had gone through special cryo-rehab, so they were delightfully broken at this point, even more than the average.

“See?” Paper’s voice from the monitor in front of Crimson said as the AI sprawled out on the screen. “I knew it’d work out.”

“Yeah, that’s griffon shit,” Crimson smirked. “You wanted me dead so you could digi-cum to it, or whatever it is you do, but I don’t care. You know I could purge you from the system right? I know all the places you’re programmed to hide.”

“Yeah, but you won’t,” chuckled Paper. “And besides, I’m always learning new places.”

“Eh, maybe I’ll keep you,” Crimson shrugged. “I think I can use my method to put you in a book before I purge you from the main database.”

“You mean Hayscarte’s Method?” asked Paper.

“I mean my method,” grumbled Crimson. “I stole the idea fair and square when I killed him. Relax, you’ll love it. I can go in the book too and we can fuck for real.”

“Will I get someone to torture in there?” Paper asked. “Since I assume you won’t let me torture you.”

“Obviously,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “There’s a forever-filly version of me in the book already, so you can use her. It’ll be just like my foalhood all over again!”

“Well, not gonna say no to free filly puss,” smirked Paper.

“Damn, gonna cream soon,” panted Crimson, and her little sluts renewed their efforts to get her off. Due to their special programming, they didn’t even care that Crimson was casually conversing with the AI that had recently murdered 15 stable occupants.

She was asking for it by leaving Paper Cut in the system, but for now, life was good.

To be continued in Fallout Equestria: The Ashlands Timeline