Story 2: "Split Ends"

The hallway is cold and empty. The smell of dead things is in the air, the dust of thousand years’ neglect dancing in modest moonlight spilling from the windows. Up ahead, past the cobwebs, past the following stares of ancient paintings, past the towering knights’ armors that line the hall, is a door. It stands silently, a thick oaken sentinel of the hall. At the melodious bey of a wolf’s howl, it swings open with an ominous creak.

Beyond the door is a surprise: warm lighting, a bookshelf lined with graphic novels, a comfortable-looking green couch. With a thunderclap, suddenly Discord appears, smartly dressed in white shirt, black tie, and matching brown vest and porkpie. His sunken face, even with its missing pieces, breaks into a sinister grin as he adjusts a set of glasses.

“Hello and welcome to Tales From the Clop, where bad ponies boink,” he says. “I am Discord, your genial, penial host.”

With a snap of his eagle talon, the graphic novels and comic books fly off the shelves, dancing almost merrily around above Discord.

“Tonight’s pictorial perversion features a Wonderbolts dropout I’m sure you’re all familiar with,” he says as he observes the books above him. “She’s about to learn that some books really should be judged by their covers.” He beams as he spots the book he wants and plucks it from the dancing ring of comics.

He holds up the book in question: on its glistening foil cover is an image of a young, mint-green pegasus with golden mane, dressed as the superheroine Zapp, eyes wide and cowering in terror before a shadow of menacing tentacles. “So let’s dig into Split Ends and see if Lightning Dust can keep her own end from being split.”

Story and Editing by ~ Brony_Fife
Written by ~ TittySparkles
Editing Assistance ~ SolidFire

Fetishes and Trigger Warnings: Tentacle Rape, Submission. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

“Home sweet home,” Lightning Dust sighed as she stepped through her apartment door.

The day was late and though Lightning Dust had spent it searching for jobs, she was upset that she couldn’t find one. No one was looking for a discharged Wonderbolt academy trainee and she wished she never tried out for them in the first place. She was no doubt the best flyer in her group, but one brash action and a stupid air balloon flying in on training grounds broke her dream. Then, to add insult to injury, it was her wing pony’s friends that were visiting and, though academy rules forbid unscheduled air traffic, Lightning Dust still got the brunt of the punishment.

“Bullshit,” Lightning Dust cursed as she walked into her living area, ignoring the scent of dust and dirt, along with the smell of unopened boxes. “Dash only got her special treatment because she was the Element of Loyalty!”

Stopping, Lightning Dust looked around her home, knowing she still had to unpack all her stuff. Thankfully her parents took her side in the matter and still treated her with love and respect. Thanks to them being well off, they bought their daughter her own apartment so she could be on her own.

It wasn’t the best place, just a simple apartment home with bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living area. The only downside was the previous tenant forgot a few boxes, causing Lightning Dust to push them into the corners. She was sure they were going to come and pick them up, but after a few weeks of waiting, Lightning Dust had a feeling they weren’t coming back. The only reason she kept the boxes was for the awesome collection of comics stored away in one. Deciding to take her mind off her depression and hate, she trotted to her room to grab the box and read a few.

But on her way, her stomach grumbled, reminding Lightning Dust she didn’t eat anything all day. Her efforts to find a job drowned out everything else for her. There was nothing Lightning Dust hated more than being grounded and not having a job that had her flying about. Sadly, all those flying jobs were taken and the only jobs that remained were jobs like cooking and janitorial duties. Lightning Dust couldn’t bring herself to do those lowly jobs; her pride was too great and she refused to be looked down upon by others.

Lightning Dust opened her fridge. It was nearly empty. She sighed with annoyance that she forgot to use her parent’s money for groceries. The only things that sat in plain view were a half-empty carton of milk, a block of butter, and three pieces of pizza from a few days ago. Grabbing the remaining pizza slices with her teeth, Lightning Dust closed the fridge and made her way back to her room.

Coming into the dark room, she reached for the light switch and bathed the room in a dull glow. The first thing that caught her eyes were her empty walls. Usually there’d be posters of Wonderbolts up on them or even autographs signed by the team themselves. That was before her dismissal and the only place those pictures were now was in the garbage. Instead, the only things that gave her room decoration were the many bottles of booze on her dresser, along with the box of comics on her bed.

What should I read tonight? Lightning Dust asked herself as she hopped on the bed and put her pizza down. Though she hadn’t read all the comics, there were over hundred books ranging from the first issues of Batmane, Supermare, along with some superheroes she never even heard of. Reaching in and taking the stack from the middle, Lightning Dust pulled the comics out and tossed them onto the bed, letting them spread out before her eyes.

“Wow, there are a few that look like they were issued before I was even born,” Lightning Dust said softly as she looked over the covers and noticed issue dates going back almost thirty years. “Damn, wonder why the owner never came back. These comics could be worth quite a lot.”

As her eyes looked at the dozens of images before her, Lightning Dust started to notice comics resting in plastic sealing. Grabbing at one slightly buried under a few, Lightning Dust pulled it up.

“Power Ponies Issue number sixty-nine,” she said as she saw the cover was featuring a pegasus wearing something that looked like Lightning’s flight suit from back when she had to get rid of storm clouds. Behind the fleeing pegasus was a picture of a crazed mare trying to grab her with tentacles of green hair.

“Huh, this actually looks interesting,” she spoke further as she opened the page and saw a disclaimer of sorts.

“Congratulations, you’re the lucky soul to purchase the only copy of this series! We at Enchanted Comics hope you enjoy your one-of-a-kind comic!” Lightning Dust read it out loud and simply huffed at it.

“Yeah, whatever, if it was so special then I highly doubt the previous guy would leave it behind.” Her eyes caught more of the disclaimer but she only took it as a joke, considering they can’t be sued for any bodily damage that happens to the reader. Flipping to the next page, Lightning Dust leaned back into her cot and started to read.

~~~

Lightning Dust quietly read the comic while eating her pizza. What she learned from the book was the character Zapp was a brash and arrogant pegasus who seemed to think that she was the most powerful pony on the team. Wanting to prove herself to her comrades, she tried to take on the Mane-iac by herself. As Lightning Dust’s eyes hit the last panel, she started to grow excited at how the fight would play out. Zapp stormed through the window of a warehouse and shouted for the Mane-iac to come challenge her.

“You think you can take me on by yourself, you little cloud kicker?” Lightning Dust read as she tried to voice the Mane-iac. “You won’t last long at all!”

Lightning Dust flipped the page and gasped at what she saw!

...Nothing.

The page was blank, just like the next few were.

“The Tartarus is this? Where’s the rest of the comic?” Lightning Dust asked herself as she tried to figure out why it got cut off so suddenly. “You gotta be kidding me! It was just getting good!”

Ready to toss the book at the wall in frustration, Lightning Dust stopped herself when she noticed some small wording in the corner of the last page. Bringing the comic closer to her face, Lightning Dust had to squint to read the small, fine print.

“You want freedom, you’re shit outta luck. Here comes the Mane-iac; prepare to get fucked?” Lightning Dust read aloud. “The Tartarus does that even mean?! What is this comic going to do, come alive and molest me or something?”

As she got ready to close the book and toss it into the trash, it started to glow. From her seated position, Lightning Dust could only stare as the pages fluttered about and some kind of magical field started to build around it. She had no time to escape and, before she knew it, the magical field started to pull at her.

“Hey, what kind of bullshit is this!?” Lightning Dust shouted as she tried desperately to grab onto her bed sheets.

Her efforts were in vain. As she got sucked into the comic, Lightning Dust blacked out. The comic cover shut over her face.

~~~

“I’ll give you five seconds to run away, little pony,” a voice played out, rousing Lightning Dust from her slumber.

“Nngh, who’s there?” she spoke groggily as she rose to her hooves and shook her head to get rid of the cobwebs.

“One...”

Lightning Dust opened her eyes, and as bright warehouse lights flooded her teary vision, she tried to figure out what just happened to her. Blinking repeatedly, she was finally able to make out her surroundings and quickly deduced that she was in an abandoned warehouse of some kind.

“Two…”

Lightning Dust’s ears perked up at the voice. She quickly turned her eyes to the source, and gasped as she saw something that shouldn’t have even been real. Up above on a steel catwalk was the villain from the comic she was just reading.

It was the Mane-iac; a dull-blue earth pony mare with a mane consisting of large, green tendrils. Adorned over her rather slender frame was a purple and black suit of some kind that also had a gold trim in certain areas.

“Three…”

Lightning Dust moved her eyes back up to the Mane-iac’s tentacle-like hair and watched it wiggle about, almost like it had a mind of its own. Her crazed and dilated eyes were green in color, while the pupils glowed a soft red. Swallowing back a lump in her throat, Lightning Dust found herself frozen in place as the mare continued to count.

“Fo- Oh, this is taking too long!” the Mane-iac barked as she suddenly shot a large tendril of her mane at the confused mare below.

Lightning Dust screamed and tried to make a break for it. Before she could even take a step, the long strand of hair grabbed onto one of her back legs and started to pull at her.

“Let go of me!” Lightning Dust screamed as she clawed at the ground, quickly taking in her awful situation.

“Aww, where’s that egotistical attitude of yours, Zapp?” the Mane-iac replied sinisterly as she playfully tugged at her prey.

“W-what!? I’m not Zapp!” Lightning Dust screamed back before she realized something else about her situation. Still clawing for her life, she noticed her body was no longer naked, that she was wearing a flight suit of some kind. A quick look at it, along with the lightning bolt pendant around her neck, and she realized she had somehow taken the role of the hero in the story.

“Wait, th-this is a mistake! I’m seriously not Zapp, I’m just a mare who was reading a comic book and got sucked into it!” Lightning Dust shouted as her body left the ground and hung aimlessly in the air.

“And they say I’m crazy,” the Mane-iac laughed as she moved another piece of her tentacle-like hair to the mare before her. “I might be crazy, but I’m not stupid!”

Lightning Dust struggled, trying to figure out what to do. Even in her panicked state she made the proper assumption that she was in the comic somehow and had taken the role of Zapp. She remembered how Zapp herself used her pendant to manipulate the weather, and, feeling it hang loosely around her neck, she made a grab for it. But before she could grasp it, the Mane-iac yanked the pendant away and tossed it to the cement floor below.

“And just like that… you’re nothing but a regular, helpless mare,” the Mane-iac chuckled evilly as she pulled Lightning up to her face.

“Oh crap,” Lightning Dust whimpered as she came face to face with the pony before her. “P-please don’t kill me!” she begged. “I’m just a unemployed pegasus. I-I don’t deserve to be mutilated by a… a supervillain!”

“Don’t worry, I like to play with my food for a bit before I cut it up into little pieces,” the Mane-iac snickered as the same tentacle that discarded Lightning’s pendant started to wrap around her neck. “And you look positively… tasty...”

Tightening her grip around Lightning Dust’s neck, the Mane-iac let go of her leg, allowing her small frame to flip upright. Finding herself at a loss of air, Lightning Dust tried to wrestle the surprisingly strong hair away from her neck.

“C-can’t we t-talk this out?” Lightning Dust begged weakly as her hind legs thrashed about, her airway nearing its crushing point.

“Do you not want to play with me? I have so many games to try, like Dodge the Blowtorch, or Don’t Fall Into An Electrified Vat of Hairspray. A lot of my past victims were really good at the second one. Oh, maybe I could doll up your mane to be just like mine instead!” The Mane-iac cackled as her grip around Lightning Dust’s neck tightened. “I bet a brash blowhard like yourself would dread to play Dress Up with me.”

Lightning Dust could only gasp for air and punch weakly at the hair choking the life out of her.

“No, I think I have… much more fun plans for you.” Another strand of hair wrapped around Lightning Dust’s body. She quickly found her front legs pinned to her side as it hugged her tightly. Lightning Dust stared wide-eyed at the roof as she felt her body being crushed under the intense force. Fortunately, the Mane-iac loosened up her grip and simply held Lightning Dust tight enough so she couldn’t break free.

“I always wondered what it would be like to have my own Power Pony as a pet.” The tentacle around Lightning Dust’s neck started to creep down her body, almost seductively as it came to her lower abdomen. “Quite frankly I always preferred you. The brash and arrogant mare who has no desire to be around feminine accessories. I almost feel the need to… loosen you up, ha, ha!”

“What are you… ah! Hey, d-don’t you touch me there!” Lightning Dust shouted as she found the tentacle rubbing softly against her vagina.

“You don’t like being touched by other mares?” the Mane-iac asked as she slithered her tentacle-like hair against the suit. “Hmm, I was sure you had a thing for Mistress Mare-velous… or maybe it was Fili-Second? I only kept track of the ponies that intrigue me the most.”

“I-I’m not a lesbian!” Lightning Dust gritted her teeth and curled her legs up, preventing the Mane-iac from touching her anymore.

“Are you sure?” the Mane-iac moved two more strands of her hair and let them curl around both of Lightning Dust’s legs and got ready to pull them apart. “Being around mares in tight suits everyday could play on your mind quite a bit, I can imagine. I bet you just don’t know how to ‘open’ up to them.” At open, the Mane-iac forcefully pulled Lightning Dust’s legs apart enough so that the outline of her little pussy could be seen through the suit. The scared mare to let out a panicked yelp of pain and turn slightly red with embarrassment.

Lightning Dust tried to close her legs again, but she couldn’t even budge them. All she could do was stare forward and watch with horror as the same molesting tentacle moved back in. As it moved, Lightning Dust could see the tentacle-hair wiggling wildly along with the Mane-iac herself staring up at her mane.

“My, my! You girls seem excited to have a new play toy,” the Mane-iac cooed as she reached out with her hoof and rubbed a tentacle that floated its way to her face. “Unfortunately, I run this show, and I should get to have the first taste.”

“What the heck do you mean by taste!?” Lightning Dust screamed as the tentacle started to rub against the area around her pussy.

The Mane-iac replied with a smirk. As she did, Lightning Dust felt the tentacle slither under the suit and shuddered as its smooth ends brushed against her dry sex. A second later the tentacle pulled down on the suit, causing it to rip and let her privates be exposed to the world.

“Wait! You’re seriously not thinking what I think you’re thinking... are you!?” Lightning Dust shouted.

“And what am I thinking?” the Mane-iac asked as she suddenly flipped Lightning Dust over. She licked her lips, staring at the pussy in front of her with hungry eyes.

“C-come on! Please don’t!” Lightning Dust begged and tried to flail her legs about, but still found them bound by the tentacles.

“What’s wrong? Scared you'll enjoy it?” the Mane-iac joked as she brought Lightning Dust’s body close to her muzzle. “Worried my witty tongue will make you cream yourself hard enough to fill a hair salon bottle?”

“W-wait, pl- ah!” Lightning Dust lost her voice as the cold muzzle of the Mane-iac brushed against her slit. She tensed up and felt a shiver run down her spine. She bit her lip and wiggled, once again trying to break free.

“Not quite what I expected,” the Mane-iac noted as she pulled away briefly. “Your cooch smells like old bed sheets.”

Lightning Dust blushed and felt embarrassed that she didn’t shower when she got home earlier.

“I-it’s becau-nngh!” Lightning Dust was cut off again, only this time it was by the feeling of a velvety tongue brushing against her pussy.

Lightning Dust’s body shuddered and twitched as the slimy appendage repeated its actions. Her backside clenched as it happened again and part of her wasn’t sure on what to think anymore. She went from jobless pegasus to superhero wannabe and then somehow a personal plaything to a fictional character. Safe to say, Lightning Dust wasn’t sure now how to process the chain of events.

“Hmmm, seems you like it,” the Mane-iac said with a sigh as she brushed her muzzle back against the now wet flesh.

“N-no, I don’t like it. I-I’m not a lesbian!” Lightning stammered out as she continuously wrestled with the hair around her body.

“You’re cute when you’re in denial,” the Mane-iac laughed as another piece of her mane started to travel down her own body. “No doubt you'll be moaning like a filly soon enough. The brash tompony submitting to her girlish desires! Oooh, that makes me feel frisky!”

“You’re crazy! Let me go!” Lightning Dust demanded.

The Mane-iac paused and thought. “Mmmmmmmnn... nah!”

She dove in and licked Lightning Dust's moistening pussy again and let the tentacle against her body slither into her suit and move downward to her own area. Merely molesting the mare made the Mane-iac moist, but actually having a taste of Lightning Dust’s backside made her nearly drip with wetness. As her hair found its place on her love button, the Mane-iac licked harder all the while never letting her tongue pierce deep into Lightning Dust’s folds.

“S-stop licking me!” Lightning Dust whined, her voice teetering on the sharp edge of anger and desire. As much as she didn’t want a homicidal maniac molesting her backside, she wasn’t going to deny that the long tongue brushing against her felt... good, in a way. Maybe it was the fact that she barely got around and spent most of her sexual frustration on a simple hoof for amusement.

“Why stop when you’re starting to enjoy it?” the Mane-iac asked as she slipped her own tentacle into her pussy and started to smell Lightning Dust’s arousal build up. “I think you’ll enjoy yourself more if I did... hee, hee… this!”

Another tentacle slithered through the air and as it came into Lightning Dust’s view, she dreaded what the Mane-iac was going to do with it. The tip of the tentacle pressed against her lips, demanding that she open her mouth up and let it in. Pinching her lips hard together, Lightning Dust refused and turned her head away.

“I love it when they try to defy me,” the Mane-iac chuckled as she pressed her tongue back against the wet, trembling slit. But she can’t fight me for long.

Quickly coming up with an idea, the Mane-iac moved her face away from the pussy in front of her. Barely giving Lightning Dust any time to prepare, the Mane-iac pressed a tentacle into Lightning Dust’s pussy and pushed it in hard enough to warrant a loud shriek out of Lightning Dust. And when her mouth opened, the tentacle moved in, quickly going to the back of her throat.

“Mhmh!” Lightning Dust moaned as she shook her head and tried to free her mouth from the odd-tasting tentacle.

“There,” the Mane-iac cackled as she moved the tentacle away from Lightning Dust’s slit and moved her muzzle back in. “. Now we can put that big mouth of yours to some use! Like making you cream yourself.”

Lightning Dust continuously shook her head, trying her best to get the hair out of her throat, but she soon started to give in. The way the tentacles slowly moved back and forth in her throat disgusted her, yet she wasn’t going to deny the soothing sensation of it.

Despite being criminally insane, the Mane-iac knew very well how the female body worked: it had to be worked slow and steady in order to ensure that it was getting aroused quickly. She would make the tentacle go as deep as it could before coming to the uncomfortable point in the throat and would quickly move away from it. Thanks to the smaller girth of it, the Mane-iac knew it wouldn’t irritate her prey’s mouth as much and cause Lightning Dust to relax more.

Soon Lightning Dust became still and groaned into the tentacle in her mouth. During that time, the Mane-iac never ceased her tongue action, surely and quickly bringing the smaller mare’s body to a proper state of arousal. She would lick it and feel it tremble on her tongue. She noticed Lightning Dust’s clit wink periodically, telling her she was ready to get penetrated by a tentacle. Of course the Mane-iac knew better than to end it quickly. She wanted the mare before her to suffer and prolong the pleasure as much as she could.

The best way she could show the mare she wanted to prolong that sensation was by moving her tongue at a snail’s pace, flexing it slightly at times. It drove Lightning Dust mad as she felt it brush over her slit, intense pleasure emanating there for countless seconds. It was even more maddening that the tongue never fully breached her folds; all it did was arouse her so much she almost wanted to beg for it.

“Mmph,” was all she could moan out as every lick sent a shiver throughout her body. Her body would occasionally twitch but she never tried to pull away from the sensation. With her throat being massaged gently by the tentacle inside it, Lightning Dust could only fully focus on the tongue action she was receiving. Part of the time the Mane-iac would try something different and simply plant small kisses over the pink slit or very quickly tongue at Lightning Dust’s clit.

Eventually the Mane-iac stopped her tongue-work and pulled away, only to stare at the hot hole in front of her and debate going back to playing with it. She had other plans and wanted to fill all those tight holes at once so, slithering the tentacle out of her own wetness, she hovered it around Lightning Dust’s puckered anus, tickling it in order to get a response out her tormented victim. All Lightning Dust could do was moan gently into the tentacle in her mouth and fidget. The Mane-iac smiled at the weak attempt and, slowly, inserted her tentacle into Lightning Dust’s ass.

As it started to slip into her, Lightning Dust started to reawaken with energy. Moaning loudly into the tentacle she tried once again to prevent any sort of arousal. All it did was make it easier for the tentacle to slip into her anus and stretch it out slightly. Once it was buried deep enough, the Mane-iac slowly started to pull it out, only to push it back in. The effect made Lightning Dust whine and tense up.

“Mmm! You have a rather tight ass on you, Zapp,” the Mane-iac cooed as she pulled the tentacle out of Lightning Dust’s mouth. “I wonder how tight the other hole is.”

“Please don’t,” Lightning Dust begged as she felt her body heating up and found herself getting more and more aroused.

The Mane-iac said nothing in return, but instead brought the tentacle to the empty hole. The process was the same and Lightning Dust moaned loudly and begged for the mare to pull the tentacles out. The only difference was the Mane-iac could hear the pleasure in the mare’s voice and her body shuddered with pleasure as she listened.

“Nooo… this isn’t… supposed to feel good,” Lightning Dust whined softly as both tentacles pumped in and out of her.

“But you can’t help but enjoy it, can you?” The Mane-iac whispered, loud enough to overcome the sound of wet flesh being played with. “I know I’m enjoying every second of this!”

Lightning Dust bit her lip and tried her best to stifle her increasing moans, but the tentacles working into her wouldn’t slow down enough for such a thing to happen. They kept picking up speed and were quickly starting to become the rutting pace of a stallion. Weakly staring at the Mane-iac from her awkward position, Lightning Dust saw that she looked so calm and collected. There was no effort behind the tentacles, but it was still more than any stallion could provide.

Lightning Dust's girlish moans greatly aroused the Mane-iac. Her legs fidgeted and she felt the bottom part of her suit starting to get wet with her own arousal. The wet schlicking sound along with those small moans made it near impossible for the Mane-iac to ignore her own needs. She wanted to feel the source of those moans close to her body and she wanted so badly it hurt. She could easily use her hair for the endeavor but wanted Lightning Dust to fully submit to her. As she listened to the lusty moans of the mare, the Mane-iac used the rest of her mane to slowly undress her body.

“You’ll learn to obey me from this point on,” the Mane-iac told her as she took off her suit and tossed it behind her.

Though her vision was teary from the pleasure, Lightning Dust was still able to make out the lean body in front of her. Even for a crazy mare, the Mane-iac had the body that matched a supermodel’s figure. Lightning Dust stared almost dumbly, wondering what else she was going to make her do. She figured it out the moment she saw Mane-iac’s dripping wet pussy.

“Now, you’re going to put that mouth of yours to even greater use.” The Mane-iac leaned her body back and the rest of her untended mane curled under her. Able to lay down on her mane like it was a bed, the Mane-iac smiled and slowly opened her legs for the captive mare.

“You get me off and I’ll consider not breaking your neck after I’m done with you!” the Mane-iac demanded maliciously.

Swallowing back her fear, along with a deep moan, Lightning Dust quickly nodded her head in agreement, the Mane-iac starting to move the upside-down pony closer to her body.

“That’s a good pet! Now let’s see if your tongue is any good.” The Mane-iac shoved Lightning Dust’s face into her wetness and moaned softly as the cold muzzle pressed against her folds.

Lightning Dust hated being referred to as a pet and wished she had her hooves free so she could strangle this bitch, yet she wasn’t going to deny the sweet sensation of being fucked senseless. Though it was against her own will, Lightning Dust found herself reveling in the feeling. The way the tentacles effortlessly pumped in and out of her lean body along with the wet sounds it produced made her feel hornier than normal. She was at a loss on what to do; or rather, she was in too much pleasure to properly think.

Disappointingly, Lightning Dust wasn’t the adventurous mare the Mane-iac was hoping for and found the mare not using her tongue properly. Though she was licking, she found her tongue slow and sloppy with its location. It moved like a dog’s tongue instead of the catlike motion she wanted, most of the licks not even touching her folds, but instead touching the sides.

“You better get it right, Zapp!” the Mane-iac threatened as she gave both Lightning Dust’s holes a rather hard thrust from her hair. “I don’t like being mistreated.”

Lightning Dust moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure and quickly tried to figure out what to do. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t a bisexual mare and instead a straight one! Had the Mane-iac been a stallion or even a hermaphrodite, she could easily impress her with awe-inspiring deepthroating.

Son of a bitch, why didn’t I watch more of that lesbian stuff in movies or even college!? I don’t know what to do! Lightning Dust tried to lick again but found, with the tentacles pounding both her holes senseless, she couldn’t focus. All she could do was moan into the pussy before her and make a half-assed attempt to work it.

“Oh for the love of…! Get it right!” the Mane-iac bellowed as she moved her hair faster in a fit of anger, fucking Lightning Dust raw, one tentacle of hair slapping her across the flanks hard enough to elicit a squeal. “Or else!”

Lightning Dust tried again, slamming her muzzle into the wetness before her, doing her best to ignore the building climax in her nethers. She moved her tongue quickly and did what she could to please the Mane-iac: licking the slit, tongueing the clitoris, even sticking her tongue inside. Unfortunately, she worked too quickly and erratically to go anywhere with it.

Lightning Dust pleaded as she felt the effects of being fucked relentlessly starting to build up for a climatic finish. “Oh f-fuck! Don’t go… s-so fast. I’m... gonna...”

She couldn’t help herself and quickly found her moans turning into the sounds of a filly in heat. There was nothing she could do but moan deeply and enjoy the forced sex. She whined as her body tensed up and nothing could stop her from climaxing. Once she felt the initial climax, she whimpered and did her best to hold it in and not anger the Mane-iac more than she already did. It was for naught and, as her cum started to coat the thrusting tentacle and her pussy tightening around it, she let out a deep sigh and relaxed.

“Hmm, I’m rather disappointed in you, Zapp,” the Mane-iac spoke, both disappointed and not anywhere near getting off. “I gave you the greatest orgasm of your life and you repay me with lack of interest?”

Lightning Dust panted wildly, her body relishing in the feeling of being fucked in both holes. She wasn’t going to deny the Mane-iac that truth. It was the greatest; greater than any hoof or penis could give her. Nothing could ever beat the feeling of the smooth, tentacle-like hair thrusting endlessly into her. She wasn’t going to deny that... but she wasn’t going to give the Mane-iac that satisfaction.

“Hah… I told you... I’m... not a lesbian. Only thing I… can get off to are stallions,” Lightning Dust panted as she felt the tentacles come to a stop inside her body.

“Well that’s really disappointing to hear.” Looking down at her own wetness, the Mane-iac grew even more upset. “If I wasn’t annoyed by how badly you did I would call in my henchmen and let them have their way with you. All twelve of them.”

Lightning Dust tensed back up at the idea of being fucked again. Dealing with one crazy was bad enough, and the idea of dealing with twelve more scared her. Of course the Mane-iac wasn’t going to let Lightning Dust be shared with her useless henchmen, and instead decided to take out her frustrations a different way.

Pulling both tentacles out of the sloppy holes, the one that pumped her ass started to creep closer to Lightning Dust’s face. Thinking she was about to be forced to lick it, Lightning Dust got ready to open her mouth but found the tentacle aiming for her throat. Before she could utter a word, the tentacle took hold of it and began to squeeze it tightly.

“I planned to keep you as my personal plaything for a little... bit... longer,” the Mane-iac spoke quietly as the rest of the tentacles started to unwrap from Lightning Dust’s body. “But keeping a pet that can’t please a master is such a useless endeavor.”

“W-wait! Please… I’ll try harder,” Lightning Dust gasped as she felt the tentacle tightening to the point she couldn’t breathe. “I’m s-sorry!”

The Mane-iac said nothing to her and simply smirked as she squeezed even tighter. Watching the flailing pony choking pleased her crazy mind and actually started to get her off more than Lightning Dust`s tongue could.

“Don't worry, girls.” The Mane-iac turned her line of sight away from Lightning Dust and focused on her own mane. “After we crush her throat I’ll spend some real quality time with you.”

Lightning Dust felt something give in her neck, and she blacked out.

~~~

Lightning Dust screamed as she rose up in her bed and stared at the wall in front of her. After some sweating silence, she glanced down, noticing her comic glowing with magic.

Ignoring it briefly, Lightning Dust felt her neck with her hooves and breathed deeply, quickly remembering that intense amount of pain she felt just a few seconds ago. Though it was a bit sore, along with her rear end, she sighed with relief and knew she was still alive.

The only thing she wondered was how. How was she still alive after getting her neck snapped? As if to answer her, the comic turned to the last page and letters started to appear on it.

“Dear reader and owner of this comic. We regret to inform you that you failed in making the requirements in achieving the good ending. However, we at Enchanted Comics always look to satisfy our customers. If you desire to attempt to conquer the Mane-iac and her henchponies, all you have to do is read the binding words over again,” Lightning Dust spoke softly as the words spelled out before her.

“What!? So you mean that situation was all fake!?” Lightning Dust screamed at the comic. “No, that was real. Me getting raped by that… thing, was real… yeah? No!”

Grabbing the book with both hooves, she slammed it shut and tossed it into the garbage can, not wanting to ever go back into that fantasy world. Part of her wanted to rip it up and be rid of it for good, but she was so upset with what happened to her that she just wanted to lay down and ease her sore holes.

“Satisfy, my ass,” Lightning Dust huffed as she winced with pain. “You’re nuts if you think I want to deal with that crazy mare again!”

Looking away for a second to the other comics that were still on her bed, Lightning Dust felt herself calming down. As much as she hated what just happened to her, she couldn’t stop a certain emotion from playing in her mind.

Her pride.

She had her pride stripped away by a crazy fictional character but, unlike her time at the academy where she let it defeat her, her mind started to plot revenge.

“Stupid Mane-iac bitch, I… I’ll deal with you another day,” Lightning Dust spoke as her initial anger started to ebb. “No one gets away with making me look like a fool.”

Pulling her tired body up, Lightning Dust groaned with pain as she still felt the remnants of being held tight by the hair-tentacles. Shaking some feeling back into her body, she hopped off the bed and felt the sudden need to shower and clean herself up. Part of her body reeked of cheap hair spray while the other reeked of cum.

“Yeah, I’ll show you,” Lightning Dust hissed as she hobbled to her door and gave the comic one last nasty glare. “Next time... I’ll be ready.”

Discord claps the comic shut with a disapproving scowl and holds it up apprehensively. “This comic SUCKS!” he barks. “...In a good way,” he adds with a boyish smile. He puts the comic down.

“Lightning Dust was a slacker whose parents could have given her anything she needed… except for common sense. Fortunately, our girl Mane-iac was there to help her graduate from the School of Hard Cocks.”

He looks up, his sunken eye scanning the circling comics above him. Reaching up, he plucks down another book, this one decidedly thicker than any of the comic issues. On the glossy cover is Princess Celestia herself, dressed as a policemare, striking a sultry pose, suggestively licking a popsicle as hoofcuffs dangle from one fetlock, her ass closer to the reader than her own face. Beneath her are the words “Let Celestia Arrest Ya!”

“Join me next tomb where I’m sure to have more titillating tales of cloptastic terror!” Discord crows as he leans back on his couch and, with a lecherous leer, opens his magazine to the centerfold, laddering down before him. His eyes bulge gleefully, then burst into flames as his horns grow longer.

As he wolf-whistles, a burst of wind closes the door to give him some “alone time.”