The Mane-iac's Triumph

Mare-velous grunted in frustration and reared hard, trying to break out of the simple bindings into which she had been put. Hr chest and her belly both rested on padded surfaces, almost like an A-frame but with the top removed. The front was lower than the rear, making her hind end stick out and show the ripped-off back part of her uniform. Her legs were pressed against the legs of the frames, and secured there by her own hoofarangs, the objects secured over the top of each hoof by strong metal wire. With enough force she probably could have bucked and pulled her way out of that.

The second layer of bondage, however, stopped any hope of that. A second, narrow, padded surface connected the two frames, so her middle wasn't just hanging out. Somehow the dastardly Mane-iac had managed to get her lasso and wind it around her legs and body, making it expand as needed. From an eyelet near the right foreleg, over the back of her neck, down and back up the left, around her body to press her to the padded connector, down her left rear leg and back up again, over her backside and over her tail, pressing it down against her back, and down her right rear leg, where it was finally knotted to an eyelet in the floor. She could bust out of most any material, but her own lasso wasn't one of those things.

She had been focused on breaking it, rather than commending it because she felt constantly distracted. There was an odd, spicy scent in the air, that teased at her nostrils and tantalized her mind. It was somehow familiar, yet strange. She was sure she knew what it was, and that it had some very significant connection to her, but she had no idea what. She sucked in great breaths of it as she attempted to break out, her mind increasingly distracted with trying to solve the mystery.

She was further distracted by the sound of the door to the cylinder opening and closing, and two sets of heavy hooffalls coming around towards her. “Come on, then, let's get to it. Ah'll whup yer hides like ah always... do...” The furious threats ended with stunned silence as the interlopers came into view.

The two arrivals were not like the usual henchponies at all. They were not, in fact, ponies. They were donkeys. Both of them had expertly groomed coats and mops of hair, which highlighted the strange color. The coats were a bright golden yellow tone while the manes and tail tufts were a lighter, wheat-like shade. The two looked essentially identical; it wasn't that Mare-velous thought donkeys looked alike, they were genuinely alike in all the ways she could see. Their eyes traced along Mare-velous' body and they gave a short, unison bray of delight.

The two donkeys looked at the captive superheroine for a long while, their golden eyes fixed on her green orbs, which twitched between the two sets. At last one of them spoke, with a deep voice. “Brother of mine... this is a moment we have longed for.”

“Yes, brother,” the other said, nodding his head slowly. “Hidden away, toiling in obscurity for Mane-iac, saved from vicious beatings and prison but... deprived of moments such as theses...”

“What kinda talk is that? Let me outta this place! Ah ain't gonna stand fer this!” Mare-velous shouted, thrashing about in her bonds once again and succeeding in rocking the whole frame somewhat.

The first donkey placed a hoof on her head, right against her mane, and applied a gentle pressure. “The boss is eccentric but not foolish. Your own rope is used against you. It will not show you mercy. Breaking the stand will likely hurt you badly.”

Mare-velous stopped her thrashing with a snarl, and looked at what she could see of her bonds. She'd do herself an injury if she struggled too hard, that was for certain. She gave an annoyed huff and glowered up at the pair. “Fine. Ah ain't gonna fight. But ah'll be after y'all when ah get out. And ah am gonna get out. Mark mah words, yer gonna pay fer this.”

“Oh, look at her, brother... so strong. So powerful. Already thinking ahead,” said the one pressing on her head, his hoof moving off to stroke over one of Mare-velous' covered ears.

“Don't you touch me!” Mare-velous cried, throwing her head to the side and baring her teeth at the donkey.

“Oh... your mane was fine but sliding my hoof along that velvety ear, even covered, was not allowed. Tell me, what does that remind you of, brother?” The first donkey asked.

“Reminds me of her ilk, brother. I've no doubt that there are good and fine hayseeds and bumpkins and hill folk and other such types. But I never met them. You're just one of a number,” The second donkey responded, looking imperiously down on Mare-velous.

“Moving to the city young is the key. You become... cosmopolitan, urbane, and other such notations of being well-traveled and cultured. But you, you lingered in your 'hollers' until circumstances forced you to come out to the 'big city'. But this isn't you. You're playing at belonging here. You don't and we're here to prove it,” The first donkey said, with a sharp, accusatory tone.

Mare-velous was gaining focus, after her head stopped spinning from the revelation of the arrivals, the touch, the scent... she realized just what was being insulted. And what was being insinuated. “You keep civil tongues in yer heads 'bout a body's home! Don't see me bad-mouthin' yer city! Ah keep this place safe from the likes-a you!”

“With disdain, and discomfort, and disinterest, I expect. Brother... let us do what the boss asked. I think we know what we wanted to know,” The first donkey said, slowly trotting his way around behind Mare-velous.

“Why do ya keep makin' mention that y'all 're brothers all the time? It ain't natural,” Mare-velous said, her eyes tracking the donkey as far as they could before snapping back to his grinning brother.

“We know your type. You're very fixated on family, rightly or wrongly. The boss figured you might be less inclined to be difficult if you knew that we were brothers. Twins, in fact,” the donkey responded.

“Difficult? Difficult 'bout wha- ah! Consarn it!” Mare-velous shivered and struggled again as she felt the hot swipe of a naked tongue slither along her exposed slit, from her hooded clit, over the ridge of her taint, to right over her wrinkled, clenched anal bud. “Ah th-thought that rip was an accident...”

“Nothing's accidental with a plan this precise,” The donkey behind her said, just loud enough to be heard. He took another lick, a slower one that applied more pressure to all the swiped areas. His tongue flicked carefully off of her twitching anus, then slid back down again to grind at the hidden bulge of her clit. “This must kill you inside. It would certainly spook the 'kinfolk' and make your nearer relations come down with 'the vapors', wouldn't it?”

“J-jes what're ya tryin' ta say?” Mare-velous asked with a breathy voice. She sucked in a breath and suddenly broke out in a sweat. That strange, spicy scent rose in the air and almost seemed to caress her mind. She knew it. She knew it. She had to know it. It was on the edge of her memory. It was more of a distraction than ever before, keeping her from thinking about what was being asked and what was happening to her.

“You know what we're asking, so answer,” The donkey in front of Mare-velous said, striding forward and putting his face right before her.

“D-don't... know what... ah! S-stop that! Don't ya... ya ain't got... got no right...” Mare-velous panted, her voice turning into a strained groan towards the end. Her sex was flushed, the lips parted and plump, her clit stiffened and out of its concealing hood. Her honey was running with almost-embarrassing liberty, runnels of musky fluid sliding down her costumed legs. The rivulets were thin and sparse, the majority of juice lapped up by the eager tongue of the donkey teasing her.

The donkey before her pressed a hot, wet kiss on Mare-velous' lips, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. His suave urbanity cracked a bit as he roughly forced the contact, following her struggling head, attempting to hold her still, his saliva flowing freely from between them, dribbling down both their chins and throats. He broke the kiss with a grunt, leaving Mare-velous panting and gasping. “No right?”

“We... we ain't... ain't hitched, ain't courtin'... ain't right ta go doin' this w-with...” Her comment was lost in a squeal of strained pleasure and a toss of her head. Her body shivered and fought against her magic rope, which seemed to clutch at her tighter.

“Donkeys?!” The one before her screamed.

“K-kin...” Mare-velous groaned out. Her sex winked blatantly at the donkey behind her, responding with trembling and additional gushes of fluid that were sloppily slurped away. “Even if... ah court brothers, ah gotta choose. N-never right... never right ta be with more'n one, wronger ta be with related folk...”

The donkey before her stroked along the magic rope and grinned. “Brother... I think the boss was wrong...”

“Don't say that too loud!” The other donkey demanded, pulling his face away from Mare-velous' rear end quickly, a small spray of fluid following him as his tongue yanked out from within her. “You know the boss' temper...”

“Mount her. Just now, don't even hesitate. Just mount her,” The donkey before Mare-velous said, looking down on her with a grin.

“N-no! No, ya can't! Ya ain't got the right! Don't ya... no!” Mare-velous struggled wildly as the rear donkey planted his broad, strong hooves on the muscular curves of her flanks. He rubbed her through her costume, squeezed and caressed the body beneath. He stepped forward to nudge the tip of his golden-toned pole against the spread and sloppy slit. “No! Stop! Stop!”

“Just like I thought!” The mounting donkey shouted. He thrust his hips forward, heedlessly ramming his massive pillar into Mare-velous. She was strong, outside and in. Most would have a problem trying to force themselves into her. He was fighting the clutching walls, but he was succeeding. Each hammering shove forced in another thick few inches, spreading the tight country cunt wide open. She wasn't a virgin but may as well have been. The hot moistness and squeezing walls made him let out a triumphant, dominating bray, to emphasize what he was. “Sorry if I don't have protection. It's better to ride a country mare bareback!”

The sound echoed around the walls, lingering in the air like the scent that had been assaulting her senses. It faded slowly from the environment but not from her mind. Mare-velous' eyes snapped open in shock as she finally remembered. “Jo! Jo... that's why...”

The mounted donkey was beyond understanding. He had plunged into the depths of pleasure, grunting and braying in pleasure as he forcibly fucked Mare-velous. The one in front of her laughed loudly. “You've been breathing donkey musk since you were put in here and now hearing a bray you said a name. Who was it? Tell me!”

Mare-velous didn't answer for a moment, breathy grunts and groans pumped from her mouth with every slap of strong hips against her solid flanks. She wasn't quite seeing the one before her, but she was still somewhat aware of what was being asked. “Ah knew ya liked me. Ah wouldda courted ya... but ah weren't strong enough. When ya left ah still thought ah heard ya brayin' in the barn.”

“I told you brother...” The front donkey said, rearing up suddenly, shoving his erection into Mare-velous' face and lightly thumping the thick, golden mushroom tip against her lips, sliding accidentally over her snout and between her eyes, leaving a slimy trail of precum on her features. “She doesn't hate this. She's been waiting all her life...” He pulled his hips back and smeared the precum-spitting tip of his pole against her lips, spreading the thin fluid like lip gloss.

Mare-velous slid her tongue around the presented crown, pursing her lips to push a solid kiss on the flattish surface. Her tongue twirled around the oozing slit, licking up the flavorful liquid and nosing around at it. “Ah never thought...” She shook her head and blinked, looking down at the gold length. “N-no! Ya ain't Jo! D-don't stick that disgustin' thing in mah face!”

“You love it! You said as much!” The rearing donkey asserted, jabbing his hips at Mare-velous and letting his arcing jets of precum splatter on the exposed portions of her face. “You love the taste of donkey pre and can't get enough of our musk. You might as well suck me, my brother is hammering your hole.”

“No! Ah can't! Not brothers! Not two fellers at once! Don't make- gluk!” Mare-velous' objections were silenced by the quick insertion of the dick before her, a loud, gurgling choke coming as the pole pushed down into her throat, forcing itself far into her swallowing, clutching gullet. He went down until his medial ring was touching her lips, then pulled back quickly, until his head was pressing down on her squirming and flopping tongue.

While Mare-velous was distracted in front she was less inclined to bring her body into line in back. She was fighting one brother, but the other wasn't who was on her back. Her pussy rolled and yanked on the invading donkey organ, working over the length because in her musk-drunk and nostalgic mind Jo was weighing heavily on her back and plumbing her deepest, most sensitive flesh. His precum was splattering hot and heavy against her walls and cervix.

The brothers both let out mighty, commanding, echoing brays as they hit their climax as one, like the twins they were. Mare-velous choked and spluttered when the hot flood of semen gushed in a thick, glue-like flow. Her hungry, desperate snatch clamped down tight, mind clearing enough to remember that it wasn't the hired farm worker she had lost so long ago. It was that arrogant golden donkey. But the hard clamp couldn't hold back the fellow's strong hips from ramming forward, grinding his cum-splurting flare against her cervix, painting the barrier with rich wads of donkey seed.

Mane-iac laughed heartily from above, holding Hum Drum against the rail to watch the desperate cries from Mare-velous as both donkeys pulled out, and walked around her to trade places. “You know she loves it, wants it. I convinced them she hated them but I knew the truth, and the musk confirmed it. Her own rope would obey her, if she only wanted it. But she wants to be ridden, wants to be with those donkeys. She'll stay tied up until she chooses to free herself... and she never will.” She pulled Hum Drum along, humming happily and giving a short, quiet maniacal laugh. “One more... one more precious Power Pony. One more to see fucked, fucked until they're all as crazy as me!”