Danganronpa: Fallout Happy Horses

Tuesday, 6/28/2078
POV: Thunder

Thunder clenched his talon. It was all he could do to keep from ripping Tella's throat out, but instead he wiped Ginger's blood off his beak with one of the kitchen towels. He then lay it over the filly. He’d love to put her somewhere more respectful, but there wasn’t any way to do that with the rules against moving bodies, so he just hid her from sight. He really hoped this was over before she started to smell.

After wiping his beak with a second towel, he turned to leave without speaking to Crimson or Tella.

The main dining room was quiet, but everyone had remained. They gathered around tables to eat food that Berry and Figure had brought back from the warehouse. Everyone looked at him as he emerged, wide eyes and no comments. He sighed, moving to one of the three empty spots where someone placed a meal.

The food was lettuce and flower sandwiches with vegetables on the side. He'd rather have something meaty, but he'd gotten used to pony food since he'd been here. The only thing to drink was bottles of Glimmer Cola. He didn't care for those either, but at least it'd give him energy.

As Crimson and Tella sat near him, he still didn't look at them. He scarfed down his sandwich as quickly as he could. He wasn't hungry, but was rather desperate to get the flavor of Ginger's blood out of his beak. Thunder shivered; he would never forget that image of her being tortured burned into his memory.

“Well that's done,” the Overmare scarfed down food between words. “It's getting late, so we need to decide how to handle sleeping arrangements. “Don't forget we have to each spend eight hours alone each day.”

“Thunder is excused from this sleep I guess,” said Tella, as if still angry that he 'stole her kill'. He never imagined she was THAT much of a psycho. He wasn't even sure how to process that Tella was even capable of that. Could that mean... surely not, she wouldn't trap her own wife in a game like this, though he wouldn’t doubt she’d trap herself.

He turned to Crimson, pretending not to be uncomfortable with the way she leered at him. It was hard though; he felt bad enough about raping her, and now he knew he'd given her flashbacks of a horrible foalhood. He took a deep breath before continuing.

“Shadow's team searched the residential area, correct?” asked Thunder. “What did you find?”

“There are nine rooms,” said Devil. “Enough for almost half of us.”

“Eight rooms,” corrected Shadow. “Exactly enough for half of us.”

“That's perfect then,” nodded Thunder. “The main thing is, we have to keep people in groups so the traitor can't act. So here is what I am thinking. We have two night shifts. With each, we put half of us into rooms by themselves, three creatures guarding, and the rest searching for clues as a group. Unless you're doing your eight hours of alone time, no one is to be in a group of less than three. Then when we're all awake, we are all together, no exceptions. If one of us needs to shit, we all go to the restroom together.”

“Well we got an even number of threes now I guess,” Figure sighed, then added a “Sorry.” as if realizing how terrible that sounded.

“R-remember what we said, Mom?” Button asked Cream. “W-we have to be next to each other and stay against the wall between it, super close, okay?”

“Of course, sweetie,” Cream sighed and stroked his mane with a hoof.

“I don't know,” Shadow sighed. “Somehow that doesn't seem like enough. And will there be clues? I mean why would they leave clues out for us to find?”

“Those crazy enough to do something like this,” Crimson said. “May be crazy enough to leave clues just for the sport of it. This whole thing reeks of comic-book level super-villainy.”

“We'll draw groups at random,” said Thunder. “Excluding family members who will always be in the same group. That will decrease the ability for the traitor to plan at least.”

“That sounds safe,” said Danger. “But I wanted to ask while everyone was here... I couldn't help but notice some are injured?”

“Ah,” Cream nodded. “Something fell off a shelf in the warehouse and hit my face.”

Thunder appreciated her lying, but he supposed she had to to keep him from telling on her. It wasn't every day he walked in on someone banging her own son in a storage room.

“The shelves aren't stable,” agreed Thunder. “A bucket fell off and hit me in the head.”

“My wife beat me over the head with a 'slippery when wet' sign,” Tella said.

All eyes converged on Crimson and Tella, many wide, some rolling.

“Now, now," Crimson smirked. “No kink-shaming!”

“So aside from the warehouse,” Thunder said, attempting the impossible task of keeping this group on target. “Where we found food I see, did we find anything in the magitech labs?”

“Ah um, no,” Winter said. “Just a bunch of experiments. We can't know what with the terminals password protected.”

“Does the Overmare have those passwords?” asked Devil. “I suppose she wouldn't.”

“I would have,” said Crimson. “If we weren't cut off from the stable's maneframe in here for me to retrieve them. And since that AI is probably in the maneframe, she may have deleted anything useful anyway.”

“We found the password to one,” said Night. “But all we discovered is there were an awful lot of inappropriate experiments, so par for the course with Stable Tec. There were even pods to keep people sealed off while they waited for mutating agents to take effect and see what they'd become.”

“What did they become?” Smokey perked her ears. She probably just wanted to fuck a monster, but no one answered before it interrupted them.

“Enjoying your meals?” Paper Cut blinked onto the nearby screen.

“Go away,” Thunder growled. He couldn't be any sicker of that damn AI. Whoever programmed her deserved to step on a thousand lego blocks.

“But don't you want to know about the poison you all just ate?” asked Paper, batting her eyes.

“What,” Thunder deadpanned, trying to figure if it was screwing with them.

“What do you mean?” asked Danger, putting her bite down, not that they all hadn't already eaten plenty. They all had.

“Oh Celestia, I was afraid of this!” Cream hugged Button close.

“Is it painful?” asked Smokey hopefully.

“It could be!” Paper tapped her chin. “Or maybe not! It’d bore me to tell you too many details, and it's not like I got a chance to test it. Suffice to say, all the food, drink, and even the water in the sinks is contaminated. And if you refuse to eat, I'll just pump it in as gas, so you're stuck with it. Puhuhu!”

“That's insane,” Shadow looked at his food. "All the food can't be contaminated."

"I've been in the maneframe for months," chuckled Paper. "It was easy enough to have your robots contaminate the food down here when you weren't using them."

"But the water supply too?" Danger asked. "How would you do that? The filters would eliminate any chemicals."

"Yeah, weird," Tella chuckled. "It's not like there's a secret system to put chemicals in the tap water or anything."

It was insane. An entire warehouse of food had been contaminated? If they had control of the maneframe, they could have used robots to do it when they weren't being used for something else, but even then it would take weeks! How long had that thing been in the maneframe?

“Anyone that has weird symptoms let everyone else know I guess,” said Crimson.

“No, only let me know,” said Thunder. “If we tell everyone, it could have a psychosomatic effect where everyone gets symptoms they're afraid of getting. If everyone instead tells just me, I can identify which symptoms every creature experiences.”

There was a round of approval, but most were too whipped to speak more. Even Thunder had no idea how it would help to know the symptoms, so it was more or less an exercise in deciding how fucked they were.

The random drawing for who did what passed, and no one argued their lots. For the first half of the night, Cream, Button, Gale, Smokey, Berry, Figure, and Sunburst would each have a room to sleep. Thunder, Shadow, and Devil would guard, leaving Crimson, Tella, Danger, Winter, and Night to search for anything they missed. Thunder made clear they were not to separate for anything even if a certain couple decided that sex in front of the others was a good idea.

No one brought any symptoms to Thunder's attention yet. They all seemed antsy, but that could be the paranoia of the situation. Thunder himself felt unduly horny considering he'd just fucked Crimson. That wasn't a bad thing though with his rule.

His first rule was “Cum inside Crimson Prose within 20 hours. The name and the number of hours will reset at random each time you complete the task.” He'd hoped that when he performed that task, it would still count down the rest of the 20 hours before changing, but it didn't. It had switched to “Devil Rose within 3 hours”, which was why Thunder rigged the drawing to put him and Devil in the smallest group together. Devil didn't like it up the bum that Thunder knew, but Devil and Shadow were on the security force. Thunder ordering subordinates to bend over wasn't without precedence; it wasn’t even against the Overmare's rules.

There were two big problems. First, Thunder had hoped the time limit stayed over ten hours, but when it hit three, he wondered how low it might go. Second, now that one of them was dead, would it rule out Ginger from the random draw? Knowing this Paper Cut thing, it wouldn't. It might switch to her on purpose next time.

The sleepers retreated to their rooms, Button being particular about his mother staying close to him through the wall. He'd made his rule damned plain, but the kid wasn't bright enough to realize he'd done that, and everyone knew to play dumb. If anything he was lucky he had such an easy rule to follow. Stay next to the pony he would stay close to, anyway? Thunder didn't see how that could be a problem for Button.

Though given what Thunder walked in on in the storage room earlier, maybe that was just so Button couldn't escape Cream's rule. Or Cream herself if that had nothing to do with her rule.

Now half of them were asleep and those not guarding went to the dining hall. They wanted to wrap Ginger's body with more than a towel so she wouldn't stink too much. He'd let Tella explain why Ginger was so defiled.

Shadow and Devil were quiet, just hanging in the middle of the hallway. There wasn't a lot to guard since each person was in a different locked room with no doors between them. Unless one of them was hiding a stealth jackhammer, a traitor couldn’t get to anyone else to harm them.

Thunder looked at his pipbuck, verifying that it was under an hour until he had to do his task. He’d wait until the last hour from now on so he'd have to do as few as possible, without cutting too close in case Devil gave him trouble.

“So,” Thunder said, trying to segway into ass-fucking without being too blatant. “One of the room floors was sticky when I gave them a run through. Can I assume that was from Devil and Smokey?”

“Do we have to talk about that?” Shadow huffed. He glared at Thunder so intensely that Thunder wondered if Shadow was angry with him.

“I didn't pound her plot,” Devil said. “I guess you have a problem with that?”

“Why would I?” shrugged Thunder. “I've fucked her. I was just wondering if uh... you like being on the bottom of that situation.”

Devil clenched his teeth for a few moments as if not wanting to answer.

“Do you?” Thunder repeated.

“Yeah, I love it as much as Smokey,” Devil said between clenched teeth.

“Since when?” Shadow tilted his head. “I didn't think you'd ever been on the receiving end of a dick.”

“Oh?” Thunder asked. He had expected for Devil to be reluctant and have to order it. “Does that mean you'd like to... relieve some of my stress now?”

“Is this the time?” Shadow rubbed his forehead with a claw.

Devil stared for a long time but nodded. “Yeah, I'm up for it. Nothing like getting a dick rammed in my loose tail hole.”

“Oh crap,” Thunder realized. “I meant to get lubricant from the warehouse but didn't.”

“Spit's good enough,” Devil said. His words were reluctant given their content, and Thunder wondered if he didn't want to and was abiding by a rule. Thunder would not question it though if it was convenient to his own rule.

“Damn it I'm horny,” sighed Shadow.

“You could take his other end?” offered Thunder.

“Yeah sure go for it,” Devil sounded almost sarcastic.

“Not into males like that,” shrugged Shadow. “Though I'm riled up enough to at least jack off to it, so fag it up to your heart's content.”

Thunder was certain he was raping Devil now and Devil just couldn't admit it, but he'd raped the Overmare so this would not get him into worse trouble. He moved a claw to Devil's head and coaxed the stallion towards his sheath. Thunder's goods already poked free despite being spent, so a warm muzzle should pull it the rest of the way.

Devil knelt and Thunder mounted the stallion's front end, grasping him about the waist and stroking his sides. While he wasn't eager, Devil did his best to get Thunder's shaft as wet as possible. He slurped at the tip, allowing it to extend into his muzzle as it hardened, twirling his tongue around it to get as much saliva as possible. The shaft leaped to attention much faster than Thunder expected, and the touch of Devil's muzzle felt too amazing for a stallion.

Shadow sat on his haunches nearby as he watched, stroking his own shaft with both claws. It seemed like it'd be uncomfortable with metal claws, but the shaft looked durable, like it might have been pliable metal itself, so smooth it glistened even when dry. The thing had more barbs and ridges than a griffon's dick, like only a masochist would allow it inside them; no wonder Smokey wanted her Dad's dick so much.

Thunder shivered as his shaft grew to full hardness and Devil lapped over every square inch, making sure not to leave a bare spot. There was no attention to Thunder's balls or other playfulness; Devil clearly only cared about getting it as slick as possible. Devil looked pissed off, but Thunder found it a little amusing. He should order his male underlings to bend over for him more often.

Shadow's claws and shaft made an odd metallic scraping sound as one moved up and down over the other. He moved to a spot to better see the action and drooled despite his reluctance to join. Shadow seemed to enjoy the sight more than he normally would and Thunder had to admit both Shadow and Devil looked sexier than he remembered. Perhaps it wasn't unusual though: This wasn't the first time Thunder got excitable during a life-or-death situation.

Devil pulled his muzzle off Thunder's shaft, which throbbed in protest at being deprived of a warm hole. Devil turned himself around beneath Thunder and pushed his rear up to his shaft as if wanting it in before it dried.

“I'll go easy on you,” Thunder said, smirking inside as he suspected what Devil’s rule would require him to answer. “I assume that’s fine.”

“Nah,” Devil sighed. “I'd rather you go as hard as possible. I do this all the time.”

“Well you asked for it,” Thunder grinned, pretending not to catch on to the required lying. It wasn't like Devil could call him on it. While he didn't usually rape undeserving ponies, this was getting hot.

Thunder jerked Devil's tail out of the way, pushing his tip against the tight pucker. Devil clenched his teeth harder, his hole tensing up at the threat of invasion. Even if he claimed otherwise, Thunder was certain Devil had never been penetrated. At least Thunder got to enjoy a virgin asshole before his rule got weird later.

Devil's behind was so clenched that Thunder had to dig his claws into the stallion's flanks to get an adequate grip on him. Talons penetrated pony meat like nails as the griffon grasped the hips, muscles straining as he pushed. When it gave, Devil squealed like an eight-year-old left alone with a priest, and clenching hot flesh surrounded Thunder's shaft.

Saliva wasn't adequate enough, but Thunder forced it deeper. Devil cried out as the griffon dick tore his ass open, and Thunder pushed his chest against the other male's back to feel the twitching of unwilling muscles. The tightness of the clenching sphincter made it difficult, but Thunder put his all into it, drilling his cock into Devil's backside.

At first the pony's reaction was as expected. Devil cried out in obvious pain, legs quivering as he forced himself not to resist. Tears rolled down the hardened mercenary's shamed face as he looked away from Thunder's smirk and Shadow's watchful eyes.

But within only a few thrusts, Devil's movements became more willing, his hips rolling back as the fleshy penetration sound overpowered the metallic masturbation nearby. Devil arched his back and shivered as if surprised how good it felt and his moans became more pleasurable. His tail hole clenched more, less to force Thunder out and more to feel the thick meat stretching him out all the more.

Thunder had to admit this felt amazing. Even though he preferred pussy, this damp shit hole gave more pleasure than the Overmare's drenched cock hole. He wasn't sure if Devil just had an amazing ass or if the whole situation was driving them both mad.

“For Break's sake,” grunted Shadow. “You're acting like Smokey; I had no idea you were this much of a faggot, Devil.” He didn't stop jacking off to it though.

“Hurts more than I thought it would,” grunted Devil. “But don't stop. Fuck me harder.”

The pain on Devil's face disappeared, though the humiliation magnified. Thunder was getting confused. Was Devil lying or not? It didn't matter; this felt too good. How did a pony feel this good?

“You like that?” groaned Thunder. Devil's positive response coupled with the obvious shame on his face gave Thunder a surge of dominant lust. “Come on, tell us how much you love it, how much you want an asshole full of griffon spunk.”

“Buck,” Devil teared up again, his body still responding but his whole body blushing red right through his fur. “Ram my slut ass like a cock sock, load me until I gag out your cum.” At least Devil's experience with Smokey gave him good lines to use.

Thunder reached one claw around to grasp at Devil's erection, squeezing it and stroking him in rhythm with the plot plunging. He grasped his head with the other, turning it about and kissing him. Devil returned the kiss, playing their tongues together, and Thunder enjoyed a nice close look at the humiliation in Devil's eyes.

Thunder glanced at his pipbuck and saw he had half an hour left before he had to cum inside Devil. He slowed his thrusting, trying to make it last as long as he could since the moment he came he'd get another time limit. It wasn't easy though with Devil's ass milking his shaft though.

Still Thunder held on longer. He only gave out when Devil came himself, sending a splatter of stallion sperm onto the floor and a flurry of convulsions through the already tight rear. Thunder let loose, blasting his load into the rump and packing it in as hard as he could.

“Yeah that's my slut,” groaned Thunder. “Expect me to be paying you some visits if we survive.”

Devil collapsed beneath him, covering his face with his front hooves in shame, but didn't disagree either. Thunder pulled free, then glanced at his pipbuck again.

Phew; not who he feared it'd be. Yet.

POV: Winter Quill

The searching group didn't do much searching at first. They first headed to the dining hall to discuss where they should look. The best place to search would be the labs that Winter's group pretended to search, but he wasn't saying that.

Crimson or Tella would suggest it since they seemed to have figured it out already. He was surprised but grateful they hadn't told the others. Still, it wasn't that easy knowing Ginger's corpse was next to them in the kitchen. As long as he didn't see it, his rule wouldn’t hurt him, but just being near made it hard to not think about it.

He never got around to accusing Gale of being the traitor even though he initially meant to. He didn't have the guts to be responsible for another death, so instead of blaming it on anypony, maybe he should just hope three days passed without another death so they could all leave. Thunder had things locked down pretty good, so it’d make sense to the group that the traitor might simply never have an opportunity to kill.

“There were a lot of files in the labs we searched,” Night suggested it first. “What about the ones you looked at, Winter?”

“There were quite a few,” stammered Winter. “Didn't go through a lot.”

“A stammer?” Tella smirked. “Is it because we're so close to that filly you murdered?”

Damn it. So she wouldn’t stay quiet. He hoped that was all she said and the others took it as a poor joke.

“Letting her cry doesn't equal killing her,” Danger came to Winter's defense without knowing how right Tella was. “None of us killed her, not even Thunder. The only murderer here is Paper Cut.”

“Trying to make yourselves feel better and justify what you did?” asked Paper from the monitor, lounging in her desk chair. “Most of you here are accomplices via voting for her to die; any of you could have swayed the vote. Hm... I wish more of you cared though. That would make it a lot more fun to say.”

“I think my beloved was being more literal than that,” said Crimson, turning up another cola despite what they'd been told it contained.

“Exactly,” Tella said. “Letting her cry wouldn't equal killing her, but raping her until she cried sure as buck does. So how long did she resist? Get a good fuck in at least? You must have; both her holes were drooling with your sperm when I looked.”

“Well it sure wasn't Gale's sperm, unless she was hiding a futa potion I didn’t see,” said Crimson, shaking her head. “For shame.”

“Wait, what?” Danger blinked., “What are you talking about?”

“Are you serious?” asked Night.

“T-this is no time for inappropriate jokes,” Winter stammered. Though he wondered if making a claim of 'she wanted it' would have been better than denying it. There wasn't much chance they'd believe that now without her here to begrudgingly confirm that she did.

“It surprised me how long she lasted too,” added Paper.

“T-that's...” Danger shook her head, but believed the Overmare and her wife over Winter. “And to think I defended you when I heard rumors you were molesting her... I can't believe this!”

“So did you search the other magitech wing at all?” growled Night. “Or did you spend the whole time raping the foal under your care?”

Winter didn't know what to say. He looked down at the table but could still feel the angry stares on him.

“Before we search anywhere,” Dangerous said. “I think he should take a hard look into the eyes of the filly he murdered.”

“What? No!” Suddenly Winter's heart was thumping so hard that it echoed in his ears.

“Eh, why not?” Crimson shrugged. “It's not like we can kill him since we have to try to not let anyone die for three days. I can always castrate him when we get out.”

“With a nutcracker,” grinned Tella.

“Look, let's go search the...” Winter didn't get to finish though as he felt magic clamp his muzzle shut. Damn it!

His first instinct was to run to the guards and hope that Thunder would encourage them not to do this, but his whole body froze. Crimson, Tella, and Night all had him in their magical grasp, and Night was a bucking battle mage. There was no getting out of this with that much telekinesis turned on him.

They clamped winter's muzzle shut so tightly his teeth hurt, not even allowing him to beg for them to stop. The group stood and walked towards the kitchen, and all Winter could do was close his eyes. He tried to kick and flail, but it was no use.

“Oh I like where this is going!” Paper called from the monitor. She would. “Please tell me we're about to go down to 14?”

“Shut up,” Dangerous called back at Paper. They wouldn't kill him, though Winter wondered if that wouldn't be the better choice for him.

Winter didn't see what was going on as they carried him into the kitchen, hearing their voices and smelling the first, oddly spicy trace of decaying flesh. He heard a wet sound as if somepony was unwrapping a slab of meat and the stench grew stronger. The stench was bloodier that Winter would have expected since she wasn't bleeding that much when he left her.

“What the buck happened to her?” Dangerous gasped in shock as the body was unwrapped.

“Yeah, Thunder got... amorous,” Tella said.

“And you let him?!” Night asked.

“Don't blame us, that guy's a fighter,” said Crimson. “He was fast to smash both our horns and restrain us. He gave us both a quick rape and then had his way with Ginger before knife-raping her and ripping her throat out with his beak.”

“And you didn't tell us?” Dangerous gasped atop her gasp.

“Well it's probably because of a rule,” Crimson said. “And I didn't want to risk him thinking somepony figured it out. We probably shouldn't mention it to him until this is over.”

Winter wasn't sure what they all meant; his eyes were still closed.. He hoped that whatever it was, they would be too shocked to continue, but no such luck.

“I guess he caused it all the same,” sighed Dangerous. “Open your eyes and look at her, asshole.”

Winter shook his head as hard as he could, huffing as tears streamed out from his clenched eyelids. He flailed as the warm glow of magic pried his eyelids open, but a moment later he went limp as it was too late.

They were right. Ginger's condition was appalling. Crimson wasn't kidding about the knife rape; Ginger's backside was diced with repeated stabbing until one couldn't make out the shape of her pussy and ass any more. Her intestines and other gore drooled out the gaping hole. They’d sliced her neck, and she had a look of abject terror frozen on her face forever.

Of course, Winter’s rule wasn't against seeing a corpse, but a requirement of what to do when he saw one. Given the task, it was tempting to break his rule and die instead. But no, he was too much of a coward for that. He just wished it allowed him to explain why he did this.

When they released Winter from their magic, their expectation would be that he'd turn away, but instead breathed deeply and trotted up to Ginger's body. He unwrapped her limp form fully and wrinkled his nose at the smell of stale blood and sperm, trying to breathe as little as possible.

Careful not to move her corpse enough to break the corpse-moving rule, he pushed the drooling entrails back inside the gaping wound in her plot. Even with magic, he felt the chill of dead flesh. He gripped around her belly, keeping the gore inside her as he lifted her off the floor. He slid beneath her, laying on his back and allowing her cold body to settle atop his belly.

“What are you doing?” Danger asked with a shocked expression. “Are you doing what I think you're doing?”

“Please tell me you are,” Tella laughed.

“Aren't you going to tell him to stop?” Night peered at the Overmare.

“Why?” Crimson shrugged. “There's no law against it; a dead body is just an object, or a giant fleshlight in this case.”

“That filly is not just an object!” Danger protested.

“She wasn't,” said Crimson. “But she is now. Either way, get off fast Winter; we're supposed to get searching done.”

That conversation wasn't helping. He was trying very hard to imagine Ginger as alive so he could get hard, but it was impossible with the cold clammy flesh rubbing over his shaft. Despite that though, it emerged no slower than normal and felt rather nice. He'd tried necrophilia a few times with fresh corpses during or after a battle and never gotten into it, but this felt great for some reason.

“You don't have to watch,” Winter grunted, hoping they'd leave.

“Oh, but we're supposed to stay together,” smirked Tella. “Not sure if I can masturbate to this though. I'm not some freak that rubs it to a male having sex.”

“Well I think I might can,” Crimson purred as she sat up on her haunches and slid a hoof between her thighs.

“I-I'm waiting in the dining room,” Danger turned wide-eyed and walked out of the kitchen.

Night followed her, both ignoring the 'stick together' rule. Though even they looked hot and bothered. Everypony seemed to be getting increasingly pent up.

Winter lifted Ginger's body, the filly flopping limply, terror-stricken eyes staring down at Winter. He pushed his tip against her gaping hole, pushing deep. There was no vulva left, so he pushed up into the cold diced organs covered in coagulated blood, squeezing her with his magic to keep it tight around him. He shivered in disgust and closed his eyes again, but all the same pulled her up and down on his shaft.

Closing his eyes didn’t block the grotesque sound of his throbbing meat pushing into the frigid filly. It also didn't block out the slick sound of Crimson grinding a hoof against her own pussy, a sound that seemed to get closer after a few moments.

“Oh why not,” grunted Tella. “But if the male touches me, I'm tying his cock in a knot. With a nail gun.”

He heard the others move closer and Ginger's body shifted before growing steadier. Winter opened his eyes to see that Crimson and Tella had sat up on their haunches on either side of the cadaverific filly, pinning her between them. They kissed one another and rotated their hips, grinding their slits against either side of Ginger's head.

Crimson slid a hoof down to make sure Ginger's vacant expression stayed trained upon Winter, but Tella just glared at him as if daring him to touch her. Winter never realized how psychotic they could be, but gave them the benefit of a doubt and assumed they were just following perverse rules.

A pair of dykes making out over him made it easier to stay hard, but he didn't need it. Every thrust into the moist chill of compressed gore felt better than the last. Soon the thing drawing his eyes was no longer the two mares rubbing each other down as they battled their tongues in repeated deep kisses. Instead he stared at Ginger's dead eyes, her head jostled back and forth by the bellies that had it pinned.

Winter didn't know why it felt so good to defile a foal's corpse, but he no longer questioned why. He had planned to get it over with, but now he was holding it in so he could fuck her longer. As he plowed the tiny freezer, his magic tightened around her, gore oozing back out from around his dick. It slid down his thighs and over his belly like a glob of cold pudding.

As Ginger's body deflated slightly from the loss of gore, it gave him an idea.

He turned Ginger's head, so she faced the Overmare, who got the picture. She pushed her hips down, popping Ginger's muzzle into her slit. She pushed her hips harder, fucking herself on the dead filly's muzzle as Tella continued grinding against the opposite side. The two mares couched lower as Ginger's body deflated to continue grinding against her.

Winter pushed her down harder, driving his shaft deeper up inside her. His shaft bulged out her body all the way up into her chest, expanding her neck with the tip. He scruched the foal corpse enough that his tip pushed out into her muzzle though he couldn't go any further with it shut.

Mid-kiss with her wife, the Overmare glanced over to him and slid a hoof along Ginger's neck. She smirked at the realization and adjusted her position. She pulled her hips back and used her magic to twist Ginger's lower jaw. The other sounds hid the tearing of flesh as she ripped the jaw free. Crimson tilted Ginger's head up then, grinding her slit on the exposed throat and lessening the distance Winter had to go.

With the next shove, he pushed right through the foal's corpse and into the Overmare's waiting cunt. The drenched warmth of her pussy was a wonderful contrast to the muddy chill of the gore he pushed through to get to it. He knew Tella would kill him if she realized he’d penetrated her favorite pussy, but that just made it hotter to cheat with her wife right in front of her.

Winter groaned and arched his back as he expelled his load. The dead foal's body expanded more from the surge of spunk flowing upwards through it and blasting into the Overmare's waiting pussy. He hosed down the inside Crimson’s fuck tunnel before pulling back, clenching Ginger's throat with magic to make sure the rest of the orgasm spilled inside her corpse. He wasn't sure if his rule required that.

By the time he was coming down, both mares were cumming too. They drenched Ginger's head in twin waterfalls of pussy juice, the viscous fluid drooling down all sides. As they pulled back, Ginger's corpse fell backwards, lewd fluids puddling in her open muzzle and glassy open eyes.

Winter pulled out as well with a moist slurp, careful not to move the body too much as he let her lay back on the floor. He didn't bother wrapping it; it wasn't like he could hide what he did now, anyway.

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