Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Winter Quill

Winter had gone so long before coming here without scratching that itch, he was certain he'd stopped for good. Taking care of Ginger without harming her was like a trophy, at least for the first few months. Then…

"What? No!" Winter screamed at the screen. "Why did you give her a rule like that! You knew there was no way she’d be able to follow it!" He turned to Gale. “This is your bucking fault!”

Damn it, why did he listen to that bitch? It wasn't supposed to be like this!

“It’s not like it wouldn’t have happened anyway!” shouted Gale in return. “You think a brat isn’t gonna cry at some point during this shit?”

"What?" Paper shrugged. "If I don't give rules that will force you to kill each other, the fun will never start!"

"That kind of fun doesn't have to start!" Winter screeched so hard he went hoarse, mind too addled to do much more.

"We gotta kill her," Gale squeaked from behind him. "We have to, right now! Just twist her head off with your creepy pony magic or something!"

"No!" Winter shook his head, snatching up the sobbing filly guide in his magic. "She wasn't supposed to die! You... you're the traitor, aren't you!? That's why you talked me into this!"

"What? I'm... fuck!" Gale held both claws to her forehead.

"You won’t even try to say you're not the traitor!" Winter accused her. "It's obvious! You knew her rule, didn’t you?"

"I'm... fuuuuuck!" Gale screeched again, then without another word ran towards the exit.

"Hilarious," Paper snickered. "But it worked out relatively well, right? Now she won’t die a virgin.”

"Shut. Up!" Winter screeched at her again before grabbing Ginger and heading out the door as well.

He galloped towards the dining hall, not far behind Gale. Ginger struggled even with her injuries at the threat of death, since unlike sex, she knew very well what death was. Everyone did in this world. It was a good thing he had telekinesis, since he didn't really have time to tie her down. He tugged her skirt down as they moved, wondering if she would still hide that they raped her now that she might die no matter what.

Still, there had to be a way around it! He mentally scrounged through 'the rules' to try to find a loophole. And if they did kill her... with his rule... he had to play things very carefully here.

Paper Cut wasn't helping by announcing every time the 'NG code breaker' was in a different room. She sure was going the extra mile in a lot of ways that she hadn’t mentioned at first.

The others must have assumed from the announcements about the room changes that Winter and Gale were rushing Ginger back to the dining hall. Everyone but Night, Sunburst, and Danger's group was there when they stormed into the room.

“What the hell is going on?” Thunder demanded the second Winter's group arrived.

“Couldn't keep your precious little foal from crying?” Crimson asked, then peered at her. “Her clothes seem... moist.”

Crimson walked around Winter as if to look at Ginger's other end. Winter tugged Ginger's skirt down more with his magic and seated her bottom against his back so they wouldn't see she was still drooling from that end.

“S-she slipped and fell,” Winter stammered. “And knocked off a beaker of chemicals. I don't think they were deadly, but she hit her head when falling and cried.”

“Oh yeah,” Crimson smirked. “That's 'chemicals' I'm smelling on her. Definitely.”

Tella trotted up beside Crimson and leaned close to Ginger's face, taking a deep breath of the scent herself.

“I'm going to cum so hard when I kill you.” Tella whispered to Ginger out of nowhere.

Winter was pretty sure only he and Ginger heard her. Ginger's eyes got twice as big as before, but Winter just wondered what the buck was wrong with Tella that she'd go for an inappropriate joke like that right off the bat.

“We have to find a way to save her before the time expires!” Berry said, so there were at least some that didn't want to go through with it. She spoke as if she assumed everyone would be of the same opinion.

“How are we going to do that?” Figure stood next to her, tears rolling down her face, seeming to take the incident worse than anyone other than Ginger.

“Here we are, sorry,” Night growled as his group came into the dining hall last. “Sunburst decided to stroll, and we didn't want to leave him alone. So what's going on?”

“We know as much as you,” Thunder grumbled.

“I'm sorry I cried!” Ginger said, wiping her eyes. “I promise I won't again I swear! Please don't let her make me dead!”

“Don't let 'her'? Does that refer to me?” asked Paper Cut from the screen. “Oh, no, no, no. I absolutely will not interfere; it's one of these freaks that get to snuff your little life out, but who will be the lucky bastard or bastette?! Maybe I should keep score...”

“We can't!” Button cried out. “She's my friend, you can't!”

“Quiet!” called out Devil over the increasing volume. “I... vote against killing her. Honestly... we're all going to die anyway, so may as well deprive the mastermind of watching it happen slowly. At least this way one foal will survive and it'll be obvious to the others in the stable who the traitor is.”

“Hmm,” Paper looked ponderously at Devil, tapping her chin as if deciding something.

“I believe what I say,” Devil narrowed his eyes at the monitor.

“Fine, fine,” Paper rolled her eyes.

“Damn it, I don’t want to vote for a foal to die,” sighed Shadow. “Guess I have to vote kill, though.”

“Fuck that!” Gale said. “I don’t even care if she’s a foal, because I'm not dying so some twerp can live, I vote kill with no regrets!”

“Noooo,” Ginger reached for Gale as if betrayed by her vote, but even then didn't rat on them. That only made Winter feel worse. “I vote live! I promise I won't cry again just this one chance please!”

“Evil villain foals like you don't get second chances!” Paper Cut laughed as she rolled around on the screen. “They get like… sent to Tartarus or turned to stone… or something. You’re lucky they’re just killing you!”

“Come on, everyone!” said Gale. “We killed plenty of enemy foals during the war. How is this different? As of right now, she's our enemy!”

“You did?” Smokey asked with interest.

“Shut. Up,” Shadow growled to Smokey, then turned to Gale. “Speak for yourself, psycho. I can guarantee no pony in our company ever knowingly killed a civilian, much less a foal.”

This was too much. Seeing everyone fight like this... things would go downhill fast and more killing would happen. This had to end now, Winter had to end it as quickly as possible or that damned AI would go even further. So long as he didn't have to do it or see it himself...

“I'm sorry, Ginger,” sighed Winter. “I failed you but... damn it... I vote kill.”

“No...” Ginger strained not to cry again, not that it’d help.

“I vote kill!” Smokey had a bright grin on her face, standing as if the idea might arouse her. “And I still want to hear some stories from you later, okay Gale?”

“Yeah sure,” shrugged Gale. “But only if I get to ride your lady-cock again as I tell them.”

“Eh, if you really want I guess,” Smokey was neither enthused or disagreeable about cat pussy.

“As amusing as this conversation is,” said Paper. “You should probably get back to voting.”

“Kill,” said Crimson and Tella together, but did they have to lick their lips?

“Kill,” Cream said, but sounded like she hated herself for it.

“Mom!” Button looked at his mother, almost hyper-ventilating. “No, live! I vote live! We should fight the Mastermind when they come to kill us instead!”

“The kid has a point,” said Thunder. “I mean it's not like she’ll let us go. We have almost an hour to cover the ventilation to prevent gas from being pumped in and get gas masks or other supplies. I vote we make our stand here; I'll die with honor before I'll live with the guilt of a foal's death on my claws.”

“I vote live.,” Figure sighed. “I'll only be an extra target in a real fight, but he's right.”

“Live,” said Berry next to her.

“Live,” agreed Danger. “None of us gave up easily on our way here; we shouldn't give up now.”

“Ugh,” Night said. “I... I have to say kill, sorry.” He added. “Which I wouldn't be doing if I were the traitor, just to note.”

“Guess my vote is decided for me, then,” Sunburst sighed. “Live.”

“Uh oh!” Paper giggled like a filly watching a parade. “What a turn-around! We got a tie on our hooves! Talons too!”

“Gale,” Thunder looked at her. “Change your vote to 'live'.”

“Fuck no!” Gale shook her head, laughing as if it was the most absurd thing ever.

“I OWN you!” Thunder pointed at her. “You are my PROPERTY, and you will do what I say, so change your fucking vote to live! Otherwise, I swear I will have your cunt permanently sewn shut after you spit out that egg!”

“You ain’t got the balls,” Gale folded her talons. “You won’t sew shut the only griffon-maker in the stable.”

“Whoa!” Figure blinked. “I want her to live, but threats of maiming are uncalled for!”

“Jeeze,” said Crimson. “Creatures lose all reason when a foal's life is at stake. Why? It's not like there's a wonderful world to grow up in; we're doing her a favor.”

“Overmare!” Berry and Figure stared at her like they'd never expect her to say it that bluntly. Winter was less surprised; he'd read her books.

“Should Ginger's vote even count?” asked Tella.

“M-my vote should count twice!” Ginger squealed.

“She’s right,” said Thunder. He was nothing if not determined.

“Okay stop,” said Crimson. “Look, I am the bucking Overmare, so in a tie the decision is mine. I say her vote doesn't count. You'll go along with it, Thunder, or I'll revoke your right to own a slave and you won't be able to legally dismember her into a fuck-pillow if we live.”

“You...” Thunder took a deep breath. “Fine. I concede... not a half-bad idea, though, honestly.”

Thunder glared at Gale, and for a moment she looked sincerely nervous. It probably didn't occur to her before the Overmare confirmed it, but Thunder did have a right to damage his own property. Winter was seeing a side of many of these creatures that he hadn't known was there.

“What is wrong with you creatures?” Danger sat and covered her head with her hooves.

“Nooo!” Ginger shrieked so loud her voice gave out and she broke into a gagging fit.

Winter sighed and held Ginger's muzzle shut with his magic.

“Should we draw straws to see who does it?” Devil asked.

“I'll do it,” Thunder said. “It’s my duty, and I can make sure it's painless.”

“I'll help,” said Crimson. “It's my responsibility as Overmare.” She seemed sincere, or at least faking it well.

“And um I'll go to lend my poor wife the strength in this difficult moment,” Tella smirked, complete with obviously insincere shifty-eyes.

And throughout all this, Winter didn't get to accuse Gale of being the traitor in front of anyone else, but that'd probably go over better after Ginger couldn't contradict his story anyway. Maybe he shouldn’t accuse at all; this was getting nuts and he just wanted to leave without more death.

POV: Crimson Prose

This whole ordeal was more fun than Crimson would expect from such a thing. If she lived, maybe she should mastermind a similar one in a few decades for the next generation. She was already noting ways it might be improved for next time, and it could be more of a challenge since everyone would know how to kill her by then.

But now, it was fun-time. Crimson had never had permission to murder a foal and not even hide it. Though Thunder might be an issue with his annoying 'Let's make it quick' mentality.

What was wrong with these creatures? Even if he wasn't a psycho, he should at least make it enjoyable if he must do it. Creatures like him acted so high-and-mighty, but Crimson would bet anything that every creature fantasized about how fun it'd be to murder-rape a foal at least once.

Or maybe that was just her? Who knew? She did have a very unique upbringing after all.

They moved into the kitchen, closing the door behind them. It wasn't much of a kitchen, but with the shutters closed it provided enough privacy to do so. Crimson carried the struggling Ginger in her magic, who had given up on not crying; her muffled sobbing as Crimson held her muzzle was enough to make Crimson damp again.

“Well I guess a kitchen is the obvious place to butcher meat,” said Crimson. “Though there are plenty of other ways besides the knives. We got the oven, the toaster, some egg beaters...”

“This is no time for jokes, Overmare,” sighed Thunder. “A throat slice would be fastest I think, but...” He cleared his throat, glancing at his pipbuck for a moment, then to Crimson. “Overmare? May I speak to you alone for a moment?”

Thunder waved his head towards a supply closet off to the side. Damn it. Did this mean she'd get to miss the little one's demise? On the other hoof, leaving her alone with Tella would make sure she got a proper one and Crimson could always watch it on the security recordings later. Assuming she survived to access these particular recordings.

“We’re making Tella take care of this?” Crimson smirked.

“I'm so devastated,” purred Tella.

“I'm sure she can handle it,” said Thunder. “Just take one of the kitchen knives and... make the cut as deep as you can as quick as you can. It's not hard to figure out.”

“Oh yes, I'll try to 'figure out' this thing I've never done,” said Tella.

Thunder didn’t recognize the sarcasm. He must have been out of it because Tella was terrible at hiding her desires. From an objective point of view, Tella was both the most likely to be the mastermind due to her careless sadistic nature and the least likely due to her inability to plan anything this intricate. Not that she’d need to do that with an AI helping her.

It wasn't like Crimson would care even if she was though.

“Fine,” said Crimson. “I usually prefer coming out of the closet, but I suppose I can go in this once.”

Crimson turned and opened the closet door, flicking on the light. It was a tight space filled with food, ingredients, and a few utensils, including some nice sharp ones. Thunder seemed reluctant to enter considering he was the one that suggested it.

“So,” Thunder took a deep breath as he closed the door. “I thought... well earlier you were saying...”

“Earlier I was saying... what?” smirked Crimson. She immediately suspected where this would go but wanted to make him say it.

“You said you wanted to take me aside,” said Thunder. He tried to sound eager, but she could tell he wasn’t. Crimson forced ponies to do things they hated enough to recognize fake eagerness.

“You think I want to buck you?” laughed Crimson. “News flash, moron: I wouldn't touch a guy's cock without an intent to torture it. I flirted at you to get my wife mad because I like anger sex.”

“W-what?” Thunder growled. He took another deep breath, shivering. “You can't say that! I know for a fact that the spa ponies bring futa potions before they see to you!”

“Please,” Crimson rolled her eyes. “I enjoy a mare with a dick, but I'm not some freak that would touch a natural male. What kind of pervert do you think I am?”

This was fun, but she wanted to get back to see the horrible things Tella did to Ginger. Crimson would trot around Thunder, but the closet was cramped, so she pointed at the door instead.

“No,” Thunder shook his head.

“Oh, are you going to rape me?” Crimson smirked. “Because there are a dozen sharp objects in here. You'd be a pincushion via telekinesis before you whipped your nasty dick out. If you want to get your rape on, chose somepony that isn't part of the master race.”

“You little,” growled Thunder, tensing up as if deciding what to do next.

“Though I should expect this, I guess,” Crimson shook her head. “I mean ponies don't call griffons rape babies for nothing. I didn't believe it the first time someone told me that rape was the standard method of reproduction in the Griffon Kingdom. But then I visited and found out it was legal the fun way. I guess it makes sense since you all hate each other too much to form real relationships.”

“I'm not even from the Griffon Kingdom!” Thunder said. “I'd think the non-G-name would give that away, but fine. Let's see how Tella did.”

But when he turned, Thunder grabbed a rolling pin of all things from the shelf. Before Crimson could think about turning him into a pin cushion, he cracked her over the horn with it. A horn strike was agonizing for a unicorn, more painful than getting kicked in the balls was for a stallion. Pain gushed through her head and Crimson fell against the wall behind her from the impact.

Holy bucking horse apples, he would really rape her? Crimson didn't think he had it in him to be in her by force. Sure she'd seen him rape rule-breakers over the security cams, but rape as deserved punishment was far removed from raping the Overmare.

Crimson recovered from the impact since she had gotten used to pain. It still hurt like Tartarus though; she didn't get off on pain as much as she pretended to. Thunder followed up by biting down on her horn to keep her from casting. He clenched it in his beak as hard as he could and twisted as if he ripping open a stubborn bottle of griffon ale. The pain intensified and her legs gave out.

“Master race indeed,” Thunder scoffed. He kept his beak on her horn, drooling on it as he talked. “Let's see how your master pussy feels when my inferior cock defiles it.”

Crimson grabbed a nearby knife with her sticky hoof and swung, but his talon caught her wrist. She dropped the knife as he twisted her leg, coming just shy of breaking it at the knee.

“Look I'm sorry, but this is happening,” said Thunder. “Whether or not you're willing, whether or not you’re even alive, I am going to fuck you.”

“Leave it to a male to think like that,” Crimson growled, but he made his point. “Elegant death threat though... I'd have just said 'Don't think I’d mind bucking a corpse'.”

“Shut up!” Thunder twisted at her horn again. “Then either turn around or roll over and present that pussy.”

Crimson didn't give up her struggles despite the threats. He might rape her due to a rule, but he wouldn't murder her when he’d definitely get caught. That and she should probably give Tella as much time as possible; it'd be a shame if Ginger didn't suffer as much because Crimson made Thunder's rape of her too easy.

“You think I'll just roll over for you?” growled Crimson. “If you want to defile this dyke, earn it.”

“I am not fucking kidding!” Thunder pushed Crimson back, pushing her up onto her hind legs and pinning her back to the wall. He took the knife she'd dropped and held it to her throat. “I will slit your throat, bitch!”

“No you won't,” Crimson called him on it. “And if we live through this, I'm going to restrain you in a recreation area and order every single citizen old enough to thrust their hips to rape your asshole at least once. Females too; that's what futa potions are for.”

He'd foalishly put himself in a more ideal condition for crotch kicking. As he raised up onto his hind legs, Crimson slammed one hind hoof smack against his balls. He clenched his beak from the pain, which only hurt Crimson's horn more. His knife slipped and nicked the front of her neck, but was barely enough to bleed. Still there was an instant of panic in his eyes; clearly he wasn't wanting her dead.

“I don't have time for this,” growled Thunder.

Thunder turned her around, releasing her horn from his beak but slamming her horn-first into the wall instead. He grasped her plot in both talons and kneed her in the ovaries, adding another sharp throbbing from her other end. He kept up, slamming her head and kneeing her between the thighs another half-dozen times until she cried out.

“Bucking stop it!” Crimson shrieked as she collapsed.

Thunder tensed at the loud noise, reaching behind them with one of his outstretched wings and latching the door locked in case Tella heard. He then yanked Crimson back to her hooves, pulling her up on her hind hooves facing away from him before pinning her against the wall. One talon grasped around her muzzle to hold it shut as the other yanked her tail out of the way. His warm shaft pulsed against her.

Crimson didn't really mind dick and had enjoyed the real thing often enough. Of course she always murdered the male afterward, so if she and Thunder lived through this, Thunder wouldn’t remain living for long after.

It surprised Crimson how upsetting it felt to be pinned down and used though. Maybe it was because most of her fillyhood memories involved being raped by family or family friends. The only other clear memories were when her father forced her to murder her two best friends and when she murdered Hayscartes to steal his method. Good times.

She'd forgotten how humiliating this felt on the receiving end after having avoided it for so long though. Tears rolled down her face as he pushed his shaft tip against her entrance and rammed it forward. He gave her no time to adjust, not that she needed it, ramming belly-deep on the first stroke, his balls swinging forward and smacking her crotch tits. She had to admit, those feline barbs felt nice, but that didn't help the humiliation factor.

“How about that,” Thunder grunted as he worked into a solid thrusting motion, panted and flexing his wings at her reluctant hole squeezing at him by instinct. “Are you crying? I never thought I'd see the day.”

Crimson growled, face smashed against the wall, but ceased her writhing and just let it happen. It wouldn't drag things out any more and she didn't want him to enjoy it more due to squirming. She tried to keep her hole from convulsing around him, but that was impossible with that beauty dragging its barbed length through her tunnel.

“By Guto's sweaty ball sack, you are soaked,” groaned Thunder. “And not just from doing your wife earlier, did you want this more than you admitted?”

Crimson grunted, but decided not to tell him it was actually her desire to see Ginger die, which she wasn't getting to see due to the rape break. At least Tella was getting plenty of time to make the little one suffer. He was being weird though: why rationalize that she wanted it when he could enjoy her suffering instead?

Thunder nipped at her mane, breathing against her face from behind as he tugged. Her rolled his eyes back as he got into it, speeding up his motions until they were a blur. His claws dug into her flanks like nails as his muscles tensed with each thrust. His chest stuck against her back, both covered with sweat now, and their thighs drooling with far more fluid. This made a rather delicious lewd sound.

As honorable as he claimed to be, Thunder leaned forward to get a better look at Crimson's crying face. She supposed he wasn't too much of a bad creature if he knew how enjoyable it was to see the disgust and shame in a victim's face. She glared hard at him and he gave a toothy grin. Why the buck did griffons even have teeth? Wasn't the giant knife on their face enough?

“That's it, oh yeah, gonna cum,” Thunder panted as his movements became less fluid.

As if she couldn't tell. She could feel his muscles tightening with each thrust, his shaft throbbing hard inside her, and that quiver of his body against her own. Crimson braced herself as he clenched his beak and tried not to moan too loudly, blasting a solid load of sperm into her nether region. He pulled back enough not to knot her, but packed the cum in with such fervor that he almost shoved it in anyway.

“You done?” asked Crimson when he lightened his grasp on her muzzle.

“Are you?” Thunder said, moving a serrated claw to her throat. “I know you think I won't kill you, but how sure are you? Do I have to worry about you telling?”

“Please,” snorted Crimson, rolling her eyes. “My dad raped me way harder than this as early as my eight birthday and I never told on him. This was nothing.”

Thunder blinked, his grin faltering as he tried to decide if she was serious. She must have given him a good pang of guilt because he pulled back quickly and grew very quiet. He sighed, pulling up his pipbuck and looking at it.

“Damn it, it already changed,” he muttered, then caught himself and glanced at Crimson as if scared she heard the comment.

“You done? Good,” Crimson pretended not to hear. “Give me time for my horn to stop throbbing and I'll cast a spell to clean our sweaty bodies. Otherwise my wife may murder you on sight. Or laugh. She's hard to predict.”

POV: Tella

It was odd that Thunder wanted to see her wife in a closet, but Tella didn't think much of it. This time she hoped he gave Crimson a good fucking, preferably of the rapey type. Then she'd have something on him to keep him from mentioning how she tortured Ginger to death.

“Please, hide me,” Ginger begged once alone with Tella. “Y-you can say you killed me and just put me in the trash can with trash on top of me. I'll be still and nopony will notice!”

Tella rolled her eyes and held the little ones mouth shut with her magic. She leaned forward, licking the tears off of Ginger's face and shivering at the familiar salty taste. As a hoof pulled up Ginger's skirt and rubbed against her nethers, her eyes widened. Ginger might have looked even more terrified if it were possible.

Winter’s actions were plain since Ginger’s holes still drooled his bloody cum. It was disgusting to get sloppy seconds after a natural cock, but Tella would deal with it if it meant she got to have her fun.

“I'm not helping you, filly,” Tella purred. “Because I’ll enjoy murdering you; you have no idea how much.”

Tella looked at her pipbuck, verifying that it'd been long enough since she told Ginger she would kill her, then pulled the little filly scout closer.

“You're having a bad day, huh,” Paper Cut said from the monitor. “Ginger I mean, Tella's having a great day! She gets to make the first kill! I'm so jelly!”

“You stay quiet,” Tella growled. “I know what I'm doing. Just tell me when I get low on time so I can finish her.”

“I guess I'll do that,” shrugged Paper Cut. “I don't want you all to die this early after all. Just don't expect me not to masturbate furiously! Or pretend to at least.”

Tella flopped onto the floor, laying on her back and relaxing. She spread her hind legs and moved the terrified little filly with her magic, rubbing her face against Tella's drenched fun hole. She chuckled as the little one sputtered, face twisting with disgust before Tella turned her.

Tella forced Ginger's legs open and raised one of her own, moving her hips to the side as she pushed the mare and filly pussies together. She rubbed, scissoring the foal there on the floor. The one good thing about Ginger having been pre-fucked was that the mere touch hurt the filly; Tella felt her body tense with the stinging pain.

As she ground their wet labia together, she picked up a butcher knife in her magic and held it against Ginger's throat. She purred more at how the foal shied away from it in terror. There was nothing quite like ending a life that was so young and innocent.

“I gotta say,” Tella squeaked a little. “You being in a filly guide outfit makes this ten times hotter. I heard how your little friends got slaughtered on the way here. Sounded so bucking hot, wish I could have been there to see it and grind my sopping wet cunt on their corpses.”

There was an obvious ruckus in the closet, and Tella figured what it was. She'd let Thunder have a happy-fun-rape-time with Crimson if it meant she got more time with Ginger, especially after Crimson's earlier antics. She'd make his suffering particularly delightful when she killed him though.

Ginger stared dumbfounded as Tella stifled her own moan to keep those outside from hearing. Tella pushed harder, panting before her whole body tensed and her pussy exploded against the underage snatch. It drenched Ginger's lower body, her skirt getting soaked again. Ginger's tear-stained expression could only be described as 'why?'; it was little things like that that made foal snuff the hottest.

“Twenty minutes,” Paper Cut said from behind her. "Too bad you freaks took so long getting to the dining hall and voting."

Tella moved the butcher knife from Ginger's neck and down to her nethers. Ginger relaxed only a moment before the tip touched her well-used little pussy. Tella stood above her, first using the knife to slice through Ginger's uniform. She left it open so she could see every little spasm that twitched through this cute little body as it died.

She moved the tip back down to Ginger's hot little pussy and placed the tip against her entrance. Ginger shook her head, sobbing as loudly as she could with her muzzle muffled. Tella savored every little muscle spasm that shot through Ginger's body as she pushed the knife inside. Even freshly fucked, she was so tight that it was more like stabbing than fucking her with it, but the result was what Tella desired.

Ginger shrieked, so Tella clamped her muzzle shut harder. The last thing she needed was someone else coming in here and showing this innocent angel the mercy of a quick death. The stab might have killed her, but Tella was good at this, pushing it as deep as she could without damaging anything that would end the agony too quickly. She leaned down and licked at the fresh blood that now flowed over the handle as she pushed in all the way.

Ginger's body convulsed uncontrollably and Tella held her more tightly in her telekinesis. She didn’t want to slip and kill her too fast, and her shivering against Tella's magical sense felt so good. It more than made up for the lack of squealing.

As the little body jerked harder, Tella pushed the blade in and out, twisting it with each thrust. She sliced into every wall of the immature vaginal cavity and stabbed into her womb. Now instead of blood tinged cum drooling out, it was more cum-tinged blood. Ginger's spasms increased with each stab, her tiny body twisting as much as she could. It was a delight to watch her little muscles twitch with such torment.

“Fifteen minutes,” panted Paper.

As she continued to stab, Tella used her magic to twist one of the little one's front legs. She bent it back at the joint until the fragile little bone snapped, eliciting beautiful shivers through the little one's body. Ginger's expression looked broken, wide-eyed and awash in a sea of pain that her tiny mind couldn't even comprehend as Tella twisted the broken joint around, licking at the shards of bone that jutted through her bloody flesh.

Tella couldn't help but masturbate with both hooves as she watched the gorgeous suffering. She moved from one leg to another, snapping each join with her magic, knee and ankle, twisting each out of shape but careful not to yank the limbs off lest the suffering of the shattered bones abate slightly.

She yanked Ginger's head upward as she did, forcing her to double over to watch the knife raping her. Ginger tried to cry out as she watched what was now just a gaping wound in her body, bits of flesh and chopped up womb and intestines drooling out. Her pussy and asshole were no more, just one giant meat hole for fucking.

“Ten minutes,” said Paper. "Really hot by the way. I can tell you've had a lot of practice!”

Tella looked around for what she could use to make the foal suffer more agony. She grabbed salt, hot pepper, lemon juice, and vinegar from the shelves nearby, floating them to her. She pulled the knife out, then turned Ginger's plot up and poured all four into the gaping wound that used to be her orifices. Ginger twisted and jerked, trying to scream but just gagging up blood instead as the unimaginable torment coursed through her.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” A voice behind her called out. Oh. Thunder was done with Crimson. Tella hadn't heard the door open.

“No don't stop her now!” Paper said. “You still got five minutes left, and she's a real artist!”

“Oh, did you want to fuck her hole now?” Tella smirked back at Thunder. “It might sting your dick with all I put into it.”

Thunder grabbed Tella by the neck and threw her out of the way. He moved as quickly as he could, holding Ginger's body in both talons and dragging his razor-edged beak across her neck. Blood shot out all over his face, but Ginger's struggles ceased within seconds, a tinge of relief on her tormented face from being shown mercy.

"Aw, too bad," Paper sighed. "And we were so close to another violation."

"Eh?" Tella blinked, then chuckled. "Oh yeah, I really dodged a bullet on that one. Either that or I didn't care, not even I know for sure."

“You were supposed to do it quickly!” Thunder screamed at Tella, ignoring her nonsense. “What do you think the others will think when they see this?”

“They won't,” shrugged Tella. “Because you won't tell them, and in exchange I won't tell them you raped my wife.”

“Wow, that worked out pretty good,” Crimson snickered from behind Thunder, limping as she walked. Tella could see the disgusting cum drooling down her thighs from there.

“Yay, it's time!” Paper danced around on the screen in a cheerleader outfit as Crimson came out of the closet and saw the body.

The screen blinked, and Tella assumed the other screens activated too. Paper was sitting at a desk now reading a piece of paper like a newscaster.

“A body has been discovered!” Paper announced. “It's that rape-bait filly guide, not that you needed to be told. What you do need to be told is that Thunder is a dirty kill stealer! So be careful when murdering around him!”

Paper tapped the 16 at the bottom of the screen, and it scrolled to a 15. On the silhouette figures behind it, the one shaped like Ginger, darkened as a red X covered it.

Surviving Participants: 15