Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Berry Brew

Berry's freak-out was awkward, but she couldn't tell Figure why. So she told her that she didn't want to talk to Button because he said something rude instead. The fact was she could talk to him, but that rule would require something she was trying to avoid.

Then they returned to find Cream and Button gone. They figured that she may have galloped off to hide with her son, but they had to find her in case she was hurt or worse. What they found was a bit more confusing than that.

“Help me!” Cream’s screech broke the silence a few minutes into their search. “Berry! Figure! He’s gonna kill us!”

Once she heard the scream, Berry ran towards the source, heart thumping as Figure galloped behind her.

“HELP ME!” Cream shrieked louder as they approached the storeroom where they heard the voice.

“What’s going on?” Berry called as she ran to the storeroom door.

What she saw shocked her. Cream huddled in the corner, covering Button protectively with her body, a bloody gash on her face. Thunder had her cornered and was approaching her as the two mares arrived. And… did he have a boner?

Berry was already terrified, so it didn’t take much to tip her into shrieking herself. Figure might have too, but Berry couldn’t tell above her own scream.

“Ahhhhhh!” Paper Cut joined from the monitor. “Is this the shouting closet? Because I’m totally up for some shouting!”

"T-this isn’t what it..." Thunder stammered.

But what else could it be? Berry didn't know what to do though. Thunder was a soldier; he might be able to murder them all at once without breaking a sweat. Should she and Figure gallop off to get help, knowing he would kill Cream and Button when they did?

“Berry! Figure!” screamed Cream. “He killed the Overmare and her wife and then came for us! He must be the traitor!”

“What?! No!” Thunder blinked. “I left to do the rest on my own because they wanted a fuck break!”

“Thunder’s the traitor?” Paper Cut tilted her head, then face-hoofed. “Oh no, ya found me out! How did you ever deduce that the guy murdering everyone is the traitor?”

“You shut up!” Thunder screamed to Paper.

“Sorry, Boss,” chuckled Paper. “But not shutting up this time.”

Thunder ignored Paper and turned to the others. “Look, I came in here and she lunged at me, I acted on instinct to defend myself and hurt her worse than I meant to. I SWEAR I have done nothing to the others, and I can bring you to them to prove it!”

“He’ll lead us into a trap!” screamed Cream, still covering her shivering son and ignoring her own injury.

“W-what do we do?” Figure asked. “I mean even if he is the traitor, we can’t just kill him! T-they’ll want to question him.”

“We HAVE to kill him!” Cream insisted. “If we kill him, this will end!”

“Stop it!” screamed Berry, trying to calm the ringing in her head from her own panic. “Just stop it, mares.”

Everyone quietened for a moment and Paper Cut sighed dejectedly from the monitor.

“Pony, isn’t anyone gonna kill each other?” Paper lamented. “I’m getting super bored! I’m even getting bored of being bored! Maybe I should get cutie mark counseling to be sure my destiny is to get creatures to murder each other, cause I’m super bad at this.”

Figure tried to ignore her and think. Paper’s antics made her believe Thunder, since she wouldn’t need to stoke the flames if he was already planning on killing them. But still...

“Thunder,” Figure said, breathing heavy and looking ready to run with Berry should he lunge at them. “If what you say is true, you won’t mind us restraining you. Just get on your back and hold your claws out.”

“As long as you’re not planning on killing me as soon as I’m restrained,” Thunder said. “For all I know, you could be the traitor.”

“But we can’t all be the traitor, now can we?” Berry reasoned. “So if one of us freaks out, the other two will stop them.” The realization that she'd just spoken to a male hit her and she quickly added. “Now um... cooperate, or I'll hurt you... or something.”

Cream was coming down from her own panic, crying and holding a hoof over the gash on the side of her face. They'd need to treat that before it got infected, but there wasn’t much to do at the moment. Button was peeking out from behind Cream with the widest eyes she’d ever seen on a foal. She couldn’t imagine what this situation must feel like for a colt; the poor thing must be so terrified.

Or maybe not. She realized he had started playing a game on his pipbuck with his free hoof.

“Fair enough,” Thunder growled.

Reluctant, Thunder rolled onto his back, holding his hind and rear claws upward and together, but Figure’s eyes went right to his sheath, the tip of his griffon meat still poking free. Damn it. For a moment, all three mares stood there, none wanting to be the one to approach him to tie him up, but finally Figure moved forward.

“Come on,” Figure said, grabbing a roll of electrical wiring from the shelf, the closest thing they had to rope. “Let’s calm down and find the others. I’m sure this is a misunderstanding and everything will be fine. Even if there is a traitor, they won't kill three or four at a time.”

“I suppose if they wanted to kill us fast,” said Berry. “They could kill us in our sleep much easier.” She sighed. That didn't lighten things as much as she meant it to.

Thunder eyed Cream as Brew tied his front claws together. As she tied his hind leg, Figure took a deep breath and went to tug at those to make sure they were tight.

“Uh, we should tie his beak too,” Figure suggested.

“Is that necessary?” Thunder sighed.

“Um, sorry, but I’d feel better,” Figure chuckled awkwardly.

Berry agreed with that; he’d already proven how lethal his beak was with the gash on Cream’s face.

Figure tied a strand herself around his beak, wrapping it back around his head to keep it on, but letting it stay loose enough that he could breathe and even talk. Mainly it was just tied so that the rope wrapped the razor end of his beak to make it less lethal. Berry helped her heft his weight up so she could pull a strand around him to keep his wings down. At this point he looked extremely nervous.

Though Figure got a little weird with it. Berry noticed Figure moving her tail between her own thighs, rubbing herself as she checked his bonds once more. Was this really the time for sneaky masturbation?

“Uh, Berry?” Figure took a deep breath. “Is it okay if I... uh... play with this guy?” She leaned down to nuzzle at Thunder's sheath, running her tongue along the length and watching it respond.

Wait, what? Berry and Figure were fairly open about allowing one another to play around on occasion, even with males, but they hardly knew this guy on a personal level.

“Uh, no it's not okay,” Berry wasn't sure how else to put it. “We barely know him, he's obviously not in the mood, and this isn't the time or the place. Besides, we agreed to only do that as a couple, and I'm definitely not in the mood.”

“He's totally in the mood!” claimed Paper. “He's getting hard!”

“I can't exactly help that when my dick is being licked, can I?” Thunder growled. “What is it with mares thinking a boner means consent?”

“Damn it,” Figure clenched her teeth a moment, getting more upset than Berry expected at the denial. “You don't have to join but... damn it.”

With no further explanation, Figure straddled Thunder and sat her warm plot against his griffon bits. Thunder’s eyes widened as Figure ground against him.

“Um, what are you doing?” Thunder sighed. “What is it with you ponies? Look, just like I told the Overmare, we don’t have time for random happy-fun, and I don’t like ponies in this way. Flat hooves rubbing against me is creepy.”

“Don't even pretend not to be a pervert,” said Cream. “You have your own personal sex slave!” She seemed more angry at Thunder than concerned that he was being raped in front of her.

Cream didn't matter right now though. Berry felt her ire rising at Figure's actions; no amount of stress excused cheating in front of her and an audience.

“Figure what are you doing?” Berry asked exasperated, but then glared at Thunder for the flat hooves comment. “That’s racist. What? You think my wife is too ugly for you to ‘fuck’? I should um... bop you on the head.”

Damn that was awkward; she was getting flustered.

“Sorry,” Figure repeated and kept grinding as his shaft hardened beneath her whether or not he wanted it to. He writhed at first to avoid it, which looked hotter than Berry wanted to admit. He eventually sighed as he sat back and let it happen.

“What?” Thunder tensed, looking painfully aroused now. “This is the second time today a lesbian wanted to fuck me in front of her own wife without her permission. If you love dick so much why did you marry another mare?”

“So you’re a homophobe too,” glared Cream as she covered Button’s eyes.

“Aw, Mom,” Button complained. “I wanna see too! It’s not like they didn’t teach us about rape in school.”

Was there anything they hadn’t taught in public schools? It was no wonder Ginger’s parents had been home-schooling her.

“You’re too young... um...” Cream said but then sounded like she felt awkward for saying it.

“Oh, come on, Mom,” Button said. “I can do it but not see it? Is that why you blew me in the dark?”

“Button!” Cream held his muzzle shut with the other hoof. Berry caught that, but was too peeved at that point to comment on it.

“Gah, whatever!” Thunder grumbled. “May as well enjoy it. Pussy is pussy.”

“Figure, I swear if you push yourself down on him,” Berry growled.

Figure tensed, tears rolling down her cheeks as he pushed himself up and she responded with her own hips. She shivered at the shape of griffon meat as her lips rolled down his pulsating shaft. She gave her hips a few rolls to get him nice and lathered, then again for no reason used her telekinesis to squeeze and twist his balls rather hard. Thunder flailed at the pressure, almost bucking Figure off even when tied up.

“Hey!” Thunder tensed again. “Cut it out! I’m not into that!”

“Sorry,” Figure mumbled again. “Seriously, I am sorry.”

But she didn’t stop, every time he seemed to be relaxing or enjoying it, she squeezed again, smashing his testicles together like a pair of stress balls. Thunder tensed at each sliver of pain shooting through him, starting to look frightened that she might permanently damage him. It was a good thing his beak was restrained, because at that point he probably would have sliced Figure's throat to save his family jewels.

“Uh, Figure,” Berry was too stunned to do more than stammer. “I-I don’t think he wants it.”

“I know,” Figure said between clenched teeth, drying her eyes with a hoof and trying to stop crying. “B-but you know, he deserves it for um... cornering Cream. He um... I'm keeping it unwilling so it um... doesn't count as cheating on you.”

Berry was so taken aback at that logic that all she could do was stare. What had gotten into Figure? Other than Thunder's unwilling griffon bits, at least.

Figure appeared to try not to enjoy it herself, but that was probably a tall order. Berry knew from experience that griffon barbs dragging through a sensitive vagina felt amazing. Soon Figure shivered with the need for release as she sped up her movements, her pregnant belly bouncing against his stomach, splashing the puddle of her own arousal that formed there. Her pregnant gut bounced against him making it look all the more awkward.

“Figure!” Berry said more loudly as she finally recovered. “You. Are. Raping. Him! This isn't like you! And it does bucking count!”

“I! Know!” Figure growled with frustration, squeezing his balls hard enough to elicit a squeal from the poor drake.

Berry put a hoof on her shoulder, intending to pull her wife off of him. Figure reacted with fear, looking back at Berry, her eyes pleading for Berry not to stop her. Berry slowly retracted her hoof instead and Figure clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as if straining not to think about something.

Oh buck, why hadn’t she realized immediately? This was Figure's rule!

Double buck, did Figure realize Berry figured it out? Figure looked like she was straining not to think about Berry figuring it out, and who knew what kind of psionic magitech bullshit Paper Cut had active to know when they came to such realizations. Berry had to do something to convince her she didn't know, or at least give plausible deniability before Figure fully came to that conclusion.

Berry put both her hooves on Figure again and gave a token effort to pull her off, but backed off quickly when Figure flailed a hoof at her. Berry grunted as she took a hoof to the muzzle.

“S-sorry!” Figure stammered as she bounced harder on Thunder's shaft.

“Get off him right now!” Berry put a hoof on her muzzle, faking that it hurt more than it did so it'd make sense that she didn't try again. “I swear Figure, if you don't stop right now... we're done! I will file for divorce the moment we are free!”

“No, please don't!” Figure sobbed. Berry hated seeing her like that, but had to convince her that she didn't know Figure's rule. If she realized that, Berry would have to kill herself to keep Figure from having to do it.

“Stop squeezing my fucking balls you flat-foot bitch!” Thunder shouted in frustration. “Are you really going to keep this up with your wife about to leave you?!”

Cream backed away, too stunned at what she saw to remember to continue covering Button's eyes. Button's stare was half-shocked and half interested, while still distractedly playing his game.

“H-have we been drugged or something?” Cream stammered, but didn't try to stop it either. “Like poison gas?” Maybe she figured it out too and was coming up with her own plausible deniability.

It was surreal to see Figure continue to sob even as her body tensed up, convulsions running through her, juice splattering over Thunder's belly as she came. Thunder growled and strained not to respond in kind, but his shaft acted as it was programmed to act. As Figure clenched and squeezed , and gave him a few minutes rest from the ball squeezing, he tensed and blasted a load into her, unable to keep his hips from ramming upwards as he packed it inside.

Figure looked sick about her own enjoyment as she pulled off, seeming to do so as quickly as she could after he orgasmed. He turned his head away from her again, taking a deep breath as his shaft flopped wetly against his belly. He couldn't have looked more humiliated.

“Ashamed?” Cream asked Thunder hatefully. “Good. You deserve it. Even if you’re not the traitor, you’re still a disgusting pervert that forced a little girl to be your sex slave in exchange for her life.”

“She. Was. Legal. Age!” Thunder growled.

“Oh and our bucked up laws makes OWNING her okay?” Cream asked. She seemed to think Figure raped him out of spite or as a lesson, which was best for now.

“The Overmare allowed it!” said Thunder. “Take it up with her if you have a problem with her rules!”

“Please!” Berry raised her voice. “Everypony, just calm down. Let’s go find the Overmare before she gets... worried about us too.”

“No, don't,” Figure grasped hold of Berry with both forelegs as soon as she was off Thunder, words running together. “Don't leave me please I love you I swear!”

She didn't promise to not do it again though, which implied again to Berry that it was a rule, maybe she had to rape someone daily or something. Figure would never be willing to hurt Berry enough to make it non-consenting, so would likely attack someone else before this was over. Berry would have to try to think of some legit excuses to hold somepony down for Figure if it became necessary.

“I-I'll think about it,” Berry patted her back, wanting so much to comfort her more but unable to lest she figure out that Berry figured out... damn it this whole situation was designed to buck with everyone. Did there even need to be a traitor for ponies to start dying?

Cream covered Button’s eyes again when she saw how Button stared hungrily at that goo-slickened griffon cock, That was probably for the best; Button might not survive a ride on that thing.

Figure sighed, drying her eyes and dejectedly heading out of the storage closet. She tucked her tail down to hide the shame dripping down her thighs. When Berry moved up beside her, she turned away, ashamed to look at her wife.

They found Crimson and Tella where he said they’d be, still both alive, though there was a brief scare when they heard what they thought was moaning in pain. It wasn’t.

Crimson had Tella pinned against the concrete floor, holding her lifted rump in both front hooves as they scissored right next to a ‘wet floor’ sign. Their bodies were drenched in sweat as if they’d been going at it since Thunder left them there. Both mares looked over at them, but neither slowed their movements.

“Oh hey,” Crimson grunted. “Just a few seconds, just about to...”

“They’ve been going at it like... well like dykes, the whole time,” said Paper from the nearby screen. “You missed the best part though; I didn’t know it was possible for two mares to do that!”

“I only wish she was a dyke and not a disgusting bi slut,” Tella grunted. She then rolled her eyes back as her pelvis convulsed and a fountain of clear goo splattered Crimson’s belly. Crimson sped up her motions and wasn’t far behind.

“You guys having fun?” Crimson panted as she dropped her wife’s plot back into the puddle of goo on the floor. “I see Cream got beat up... oh, and you got the male wrapped up too. Let me guess, you caught him raping Cream’s face and restrained him? Classy.”

“You should kill him!” Paper Cut suggested as if she thought herself helpful.

Thunder glared, then held his talons out to Cream, glaring at her harder to untie him. Cream sighed and did so, but didn’t look apologetic.

“I did no such thing,” growled Thunder as soon as she released his beak.

He didn’t go into further detail though. When Figure stepped towards him to apologize, he stepped away and looked at the floor. Hard to believe a tough guy like him could be so humiliated, and Figure looked even more disgusted with herself.

“Why’s everyone so freaked out?” asked Crimson. “Bucking in public was legal long before we got here and I haven’t made it illegal.”

“I really love you,” Figure took Berry's hoof again. “More than anything I swear I love you. W-we have two little foals to raise together… please...”

Berry wished she'd stop that pleading; it was breaking her heart in two.

“Please,” sighed Berry. “Let’s get back to the dining hall and not mention what happened. It won't help.”

“Yep, you better!” Paper giggled.

“Ding... Dong... Bing... Bong...” a chime suddenly sounded.

“What's that?” Berry looked around as all the screens in the warehouse came on at once.

Paper Cut sat in her chair with the monitors behind her on the screen, raising a glass of wine as if to make a toast. "An NG-code violation has finally occurred!”

Surviving Participants: 16

Author's Note

Poll to take after reading chapter on who you think is the traitor now etc. Three questions but you can skip any: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/PXJ6KNS

Results from last poll as of publication of this chapter:

Who is the traitor?
1st - Button Mash, Crimson Prose, Smokey Quartz tie (22%)
2nd - Gale, Night Light, Tella Prose tie (11%)

Who will dies first?
1st - Cream Heart (42%)
2nd - Crimson Prose, Night Light (17%)
3rd - Berry Brew, Figure Eight, Ginger Snap (8%)

Which characters will kill at least once?
1st - Crimson Prose
2nd - Gale, Tella Prose, Thunder
3rd - Smokey Quartz
4th - Dangerous Magic, Winter Quill
5th - Berry Brew, Button Mash, Cream Heart, Devil Rose, Figure Eight, Shadow Beast
6th - Sunburst