Mane-iac Lovefest

by Bromega

Rating: mature
Tags: Mane-iac, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex
Length: 1952

Mane-iac introduces herself to you. With lots of sex.

Mane-iac introduces herself to you. With lots of sex.

Published 2013-12-25 14:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-25 14:50:03 UTC

The Chapter In Which Mane-iac Makes Your Acquaintance

Your eyes open to darkness.

You’re tied to a metal rack. You struggle against your bonds, but you’re powerless to break free. The air is fragrant with the stench of perfumed soap and caustic lye.

As your eyes adjust, you take in your surroundings. Some kind of warehouse, it looks like. Before you can figure out just where you are, a floodlight blinds you.

You hear maniacal laughter.

“Hahaahahahaaa! So you’ve awakened, Hu-Man! Splendid!”

You blink back the bright green splotches of light dancing across your retinas. In the brightness of the floodlight, you can make out the shadowy outline of what appears to be an enormous horse. To your horror, you see that the creature’s mane seems to have a life of its own, writhing in vigorous tendrils.

The creature steps into the light. She is a mare with indigo skin and wild green eyes that flare red in the center. Her wriggling mane is bright green, resembling a mass of snakes. She wears a tight purple uniform trimmed with gold.

The mare approaches you, her eyes wide and insane. She swings her face up just inches away from yours, so close that her hot, sour breath invades your nostrils.

“Yes, that’s right, Hu-Man,” she coos, “I, Mane-iac, your greatest nemesis, now hold you in my power. Is this a dream? Or will I be… your nightmare?”

Unsettling laughter belts from her throat, her neck twisting to an unnatural angle. “Ha ha, ha ha, ha HA, ha HA HA HA HAHAHAHAH –”

She immediately cuts off to caress your face with a tendril of hair. It feels slick and strangely warm against your skin, and leaves behind the lingering scent of shampoo.

“Yes… this is certain to be a hair-raising experience! HahahHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Immediately she spins on her hoof and trots a short distance away. Her tail flicks aside, granting you a view of her ass. Her revealing purple outfit hides no secrets; the fabric hugs her round bottom and pulls tight against her vulva.

“For too long have we battled, you and I. Clashing in this city of sin and wildly dangerous hair products. But today, we will join as one! Friend and foe! Together we shall rule, and our reign shall be permanent!”

Her neck cranes toward you with terrifying slowness. Her bloodshot eyes do not blink. Her tongue lolls from her mouth, dripping with saliva.

“And to this end, I will give you what you’ve always wanted. What you’ve been fighting for all this time: my pussy and ass. Hahahahaa hah ahahaaaaHAAAA!”

Her hair-tendrils fan out and grab hold of her fat ass. She spreads her legs as she pulls with her hair, stretching the tight purple fabric until stress seams form on the surface and the outfit tears entirely. Exposed, she keeps pulling on her butt, spreading her pink asshole and baring her steamy cunt. The wet folds of her labia spread slickly open with a wet pop.

“Prepare yourself, Hu-Man. It’s time for your heat treatment!”

You have no idea what the fuck is going on, but you’re getting a boner anyway.

Without prelude Mane-iac scuttles backward, thrusting her round flanks directly against your crotch. She grinds into your hardening dick, the winking of her horny marevag stroking your shaft even through the fabric of your pants.

She throws back her head and laughs explosively, bending her long neck backward so that she can shove her face against yours. Instinctively you try to look away, but two hair-tendrils seize you by the scruff and force you to stare directly into her eyes.

“No no no, I want to see…”

Her pupils are bright red pinpricks in a sea of green, and her smile is mad. More hair-tendrils glide down your neck, your chest, and your belly, to settle on the waistline of your pants. Still she grinds relentlessly against you, forcefully pressing your glans against the pulsating stiffness of her clitoris.

You again try to move your head, but she is relentless in following your every motion, pressing her nose flat against yours. She bites your lip as she rips off your pants. In one smooth maneuver, she slides the mouth of her vagina up against the tip of your cock. Her insides suck at you, gelatinous, before pulling you in.

“Yes, yessss, yessssssss….”

She grits her teeth in an insane grin, her gaze boring unerringly into you as her pussy strangles your cock, the hot pulsating flesh sucking in every inch until even your balls are slipping into her dripping cavern. Her ass, barely covered by the tattered remains of her purple jumpsuit, bounces mercilessly against your pelvis.

Soon you are hilted so deep into Mane-iac that on the downstroke of her thrusts you can feel her asshole pulsing open and closed against your stomach, and the cheesy quesadilla of her sex has engulfed every part of your member.

Even as you groan and twitch from the waves of painful pleasure radiating from your groin, a new sensation takes root in your beleaguered rod. A burning sensation, miniscule at first, soon swells to an intense searing heat all over your cock.

“Mmmaahh ha ha ha HA HA HAAAA!”

Despite being pressed forehead-to-forehead with the maniacal mare, you manage to force your neck out just a little to spy what’s going on. At the instance of your coitus, bubbling froth is spurting from her winking nethers. It smells strongly of flowers and summer fruits. Mane-iac guffaws at your reaction.

“Hahaha! How you struggle! It’s a joy seeing you so lathered up!”

Her shampoo-cum burns into your dick. The pain is incredible, but just before you feel as if you can’t take anymore, the feeling changes. You feel blood rush to your cheeks and a surge in your groin as you become even harder, your already-swallowed cock stretching even further into the squelching depths of Mane-iac’s impossibly tight pussy.

The heat invades your brain, quickening your breath, giving you insatiable urges to slap this mare’s fat ass, to pull her hair-tendrils, to cum in her again and again. But your hands are bound, and you can do nothing as one of those hair-tendrils reaches down to curl tightly around the base of your aching shaft.

“Now now, don’t go spoiling all the fun. Now that we’ve finished the heat treatment, it’s time to... oil up. HeheheHAHAHAHAHA!”

You struggle, panting, but it’s no use. Her ass presses into you, marevag slathering your penis with more shampoo, while her hair tightens like a vise around the base. You can’t move, you can’t cum, and you can’t do anything as her hair-tendrils begin stroking every part of your body.

As if on unspoken command, you feel her hair begin to exude an oily, golden fluid. It coats your skin, smelling strongly of hay and mare ass. Tendrils slide up and down your limbs, between your toes and behind your ears, coating every surface with Mane-iac’s oil.

You feel tendrils caressing your hair.

“No, this won’t do… this won’t do at all!”

You jerk violently as Mane-iac trots forward, her pussy at last relinquishing its iron grip, your glans popping free from her hole in a way that makes a shiver run up your spine. You feel the cum boiling inside you, eager to spurt out, but the hair-tendril maintains its hold on your pulsing member, and still you linger on the precipice of orgasm.

Your psychopathic companion is muttering to herself. You hear a clank, then another clank, as with her hair she pulls herself into the air just above you.

“Why didn’t I see it? If we are to rule together, then our manes must live as one! You cannot be allowed such disgusting, normal hair. But fret not, oh my dear Hu-Man, do not worry. Ha ha ha ha ha HA ha HA HA ha HAHAHAHAHAH! We shall both be transformed this night! Now let us dance in the pale moonlight!”

With the way she’s holding herself in the air, her pussy is now at eye level. It quivers pinkly, winking spasmodically, dripping with oil and frothy lather. You feel tendrils seize your head.

Before you can even yelp, Mane-iac is forcing the crown of your oiled head into her cunt. It gapes to receive you, warm, sticky vaginal walls sucking at your forehead, then your ears. Darkness folds over your vision as you’re pulled in past your eyes. You hear muffled laughter.

Pink membrane rolls past your nose. The strong scent of rotting flowers and sour fruit floods your nostrils. You can smell nothing else. Improbably, you feel your cock stiffen even more, such that precum dribbles freely from your tip even through the hair-tendril’s grasp.

Blind, deaf, and bound, you can feel the upper musculature of Mane-iac’s vagina as it massages your hair, churning it against her walls and the froth of her shampoo-cum. You gasp as an unseen sensation turns your legs to jelly: a hair-tendril, carefully probing the slit of your urethral opening.

You groan and twist as the tendril slips inside, gently sounding your urethra, sinking deeper and deeper inside your pulsating length. Mane-iac is howling with laughter and gibbering nonsense, but you can’t understand it; you can’t even think.

Her cunt continues to work your hair, but you can barely focus on that. The tendril inside your penis has slipped so far inside that you don’t know where it is, but then you feel it – the very tip of it, tickling something deep inside you, something extremely sensitive. A quivering sensation jolts through your body, so much like an orgasm, but without any promise of release. You kick your legs uncontrollably, but they are bound like your hands, and your only recourse is to moan frantically.

She teases you for what seems like an eternity, tickling that spot deep at the base of your urethra, but preventing your orgasm with that infernal tendril wrapped around your cock. You buck wildly, to no avail; but just as you feel as if you are about to descend into lust-induced madness, you feel something warm and wet engulf your glans.

You can’t see it, but you know that somehow, in this bizarre position, Mane-iac has twisted her neck around to pull your cock into her mouth.

Her tongue coils around the tip, playfully circling the glans and frenulum. You feel her poke the tendril of hair sounding your urethra, toying with it; she sucks hard, coupling her blowjob with prolonged tickling of the urethral base. You can feel her gaping pussy sucking hungrily at your hair, the spasms growing harder and harder as her guttural moans arouse you even further through your muffled hearing. And finally, as she clamps down on your head in her own orgasm, she releases the constricting hair-tendril.

For a moment you float, weightless – heat surging up through your urethra, Mane-iac’s mouth sucking you all the way into her throat, her tongue lapping at your balls – before you cum explosively, losing count of the spasms as you empty into the mare’s mouth. You black out, your last waking memory the horrifying grin and laughter of Mane-iac as you slide free of her distended vagina.

You will not regain consciousness for several days, but when you do, it will be to the sounds of Mane-iac’s breathing as she rests in a nest of her own hair, giggling softly in her sleep, her open mouth drooling against your chest. And when you reach a wavering hand toward your own scalp, your hair will touch back; for it has become as alive as the mane of your new lover, the co-ruler of Maretropolis.