The Mane-iac's Triumph

Mane-iac led Hum Drum along the catwalk, into a small office space that had previously been used to oversee production. The bare, corporatist space had been replaced with something more in line with the Mane-iac's taste. She had converted the place into a salon, all purples and dark pinks, with linoleum floors and plush walls. A few hair drying chairs were there, along with a few regular chairs in front of lighted mirrors. There was also a large, pleather-covered hot pink low couch. Mane-iac tossed Hum Drum onto that with the flick of a tendril and loomed over him.

“So now... we're here at last. You know I've won this time, won for sure. I have your friends, they're all under my power and control and are now at this minute being rutted into utter insanity, their worst sexual hatreds used against them. And you... you know it's true. You're not going to beat me again!” Mane-iac cried, laughing loudly as her tendrils held Hum Drum down.

Hum Drum was held partially off the couch, middle of his back pressing on the edge, his wrists securely pushed on the semi-stiff cushions, his feet held securely to the ground. He was spread and helpless, head thrashing around as his only means of showing how hard he was fighting. “Nnngh! You'll never get away with this! My friends have amazing powers and abilities! All you have is this... freaky hair!”

Mane-iac clicked her tongue a slowly shook her head at Hum Drum. “Now now now... you've spent all that time slavishly following a group of mares around and you haven't learned one of the most important lessons? You never bad-mouth a mare's weight, clothes or her mane. Especially not her mane!” She punctuated her words with the sudden swing of a thick tendril, giving something between a lash and a thick-palmed slap to Hum Drum's cheeks and chest. Another struck down on his rounded belly which made him cry out.

“Agh! F-freaky hair! You heard me! Freaky hair!” Hum Drum cried. The embarrassment of being hair-slapped so casually and dismissively added to the anger and fire that had been growing as he watched his friends get the things they hated more than anything. Except for Mistress Mare-velous. She had just been violated in general. He pulled with all his limited might against the restricting tendrils, groaning and straining to move an arm or a leg even the smallest bit off of the couch or floor. But he was only a sidekick, with no powers, and an unimpressive musculature. More a mascot than anything else.

Mane-iac slapped Hum Drum across the cheeks and belly a few more times, looking down on him with her usual habromaniacal glee. She shamelessly rammed one of the writhing masses of semi-fleshy green hair into Hum Drum’s open mouth and cooed as the mouth closed around it. He may have been able to chew through metal and gems but her mane and tail had the same tough characteristics as the Power Ponies. The attempted gnawing didn't even leave teeth marks. She was free to swirl it around, probing at his throat. “If you can't keep a civil tongue in your mouth I'll keep a censoring tendril in it!”

Hum Drum gagged and choked loudly as the writhing piece of smooth, dry flesh penetrated his mouth and teasingly slithered down his throat and back up again. It wasn't lubricated, but it was well-tended. The fleshy material of which it was made was smooth and soft enough to move easily around his wet mouth and escape his teeth when he bit down. He let out indignant-sounding gags and splutters, glaring from behind his mask at the grinning purple mare above him.

“This is the price of humiliating me, Hum Drum,” Mane-iac cooed, making soft little noises of delight as she continued to forcibly penetrate Hum Drum's throat and kept him for insulting her. Her tendrils weren't exactly pleasure spots, but she could still feel through them to a degree. Most of the pleasure was in the watching, in knowing what she was doing to the helpless, squirming sidekick. “This is what you get, you powerless little plebeian...”

Mane-iac began to 'stir' the invading tendril around and around in Hum Drum's mouth, swirling around the frothing saliva that started bubbling from his lips. She also pushed harder against his throat. She was no longer content with shallow penetrations or invasion by a few little threads. She bunched the whole invading mass up and plunged it down his clutching, swallowing throat.

She laughed in glee and no small amount of arousal as she watched his smooth, scaled throat bulge. Her eyes eagerly traced the slow, steady passage of the bump, and her ears twitched in delight as they caught each of his choking gurgles and growls. He was fighting. It was almost admirable, the sleek-scaled and completely subdued team pet thinking he could resist the power of a supervillainess.

Mane-iac drilled his throat with the thick tendril, twirling it faster and faster as she lewdly fucked the passage. She brought her head closer and closer, staring at Hum Drum's tightly squeezed eyes, seeing the little gathering of moisture at the corners. She had brought him to tears. Excellent.

But her hope was dashed when his lids snapped open suddenly and he looked back into her staring, crazed eyes. He fixed her with a hard, piercing gaze. A growl, muffled and wet-sounding, poured from his blocked throat. The surprising look made Mane-iac stagger back just a bit, her tendril reflexively yanked out of Hum Drum's throat, scattering copious amounts of saliva in a wide arc and splattering the viscous fluid all over the pristine salon.

Hum Drum sucked in a deep, gasping breath. He had been able to grab little gulps of air during the oral assault but he had been craving a proper lungful. He coughed and sputtered, mouth hanging open and body a little bit limp, looking boneless in Mane-iac's grasp. His startling and intimidating front was gone, replaced with someone just happy to have a rest.

Mane-iac watched Hum Drum slump and smiled once again. Just a temporary state. He was still the weak and helpless creature she had started dominating. He had brief flashes of adequacy but was destined to go back to being useless. “My defeat was a fluke...” she said, calmly, watching Hum Drum groan and pant. “But I was defeated!” She tendril-slapped his cheek again, leaving a smear of his own saliva. “Don't think I'll forget it just because I figured out it was just a mistake.”

“You...” Hum Drum gasped out, head fallen to the side, eyes closed again. “You're...” His chest and belly both moved in and out, stretching the smooth spandex suit he wore, which matched his color and pattern so perfectly it almost looked nonexistent.

“Yes? What is it, little pet? What am I?” Mane-iac asked with a small grin. She leaned in and raised at ear high, caressing Hum Drum's cheek. “Mighty? Clever? Powerful? Worthy of obedience? You can tell me.”

“You're... you're...” Hum Drum's eyes snapped open and he glared at Mane-iac again, shouting out, “You're completely nuts! And your hair is completely freakish!”

Mane-iac recoiled from the shout, wincing, ears folding back. She snarled and returned the glare, pushing her face in close to Hum Drum's again. “You! Impudent, arrogant, presumptuous little nothing! Do you think you can speak to me like that? Do you think you have the right to have such pride? You're not even a third-rate superhero. You're a sidekick! Practically little more than a mascot for your precious superheroines! You cannot speak to the likes of me like that!”

“I so totally can,” Hum Drum asserted, puffing out his chest proudly. “Masked Matter-horn showed me the rules. Even if I don't have powers and even if I'm a sidekick, if I beat you, I automatically get to taunt you and be proud of myself.” He put on a big grin and moved his body, as though trying to get into a proud pose.

“Yes...” Mane-iac whispered, eyes narrowing as she looked down at the helpless Hum Drum. “You beat me... you humiliated me... and for that you get to speak to me like a big shot. And for that... I get to be more free with you. You won't be so proud of being a winner...” Her glistening tendril, the one from his mouth, shot out and dove inside of his uniform. It squirmed and writhed against his smooth, tender scales while he squirmed and shouted out. The bulge of the wriggling length traced around behind his back and down.

“H-hey! What are you doing with... oh no! No!” Hum Drum's look went from glaring anger to wide-eyed realization, pupils shrinking quite a bit in emphasis. His struggling hot harder, more desperate, back pushing against the couch in a last-ditch effort to wedge himself away. “You can't do this! No!”

The screaming pleas fell on deaf ears and Mane-iac's smile grew wider as she ground and shoved the smooth tentacle of mutated mane against Hum Drum's tightly clenched, trembling anus. She gave a barking laugh of triumph when her force overcame his resistance and Hum Drum let out a sudden cry of surprise as the slippery mass of mane shoved suddenly into his recalcitrant rectum.

Mane-iac was not interested in the usual slow-going route, driving inch after inch of squirming tendril into Hum Drum's tender, virgin ass. She began to spin it as she had in his mouth, stirring his back door, making the drilling all the more literal. The tight clench of muscles didn't let her widen him out very much but she was getting all the reaction she wanted from his cries and grunts.

He wasn't quite enjoying the sudden violation of his backside, but the reaming was nudging on his prostate, and the squirming mass of the tentacle was pressed by his attire against the smooth and sensitive scales of his chest and back. The pleasure was coming unbidden but it was coming. “Nnngh! S-stop it! Get that th-thing out of me!”

“What's the matter, little pet?” Mane-iac asked mockingly, “You're acting like you've got a whild hair up your ass!' She laughed for a moment then fixed a serious look on him. “You may have the right to strut and pose but no one tells me what to do!” she spat, glaring down at Hum Drum. Her look softened as she watched the look on his face, mildly pained, full of fight and resistance which was a mere mask trying to disguise the pure pleasure he was feeling from the forced sodomy. His face, contorted in a rictus of delight and disdain, tickled her fancy almost as much as watching her true rivals being fucked raw. “But... you may prove somehow useful to me, even if you usually are not...”

“What are you..?” Hum Drum started asking, forcing one eye partially open to look at Mane-iac. Rather than her angry, or grinning, face, he saw the extra-wide double-bubble of her fattened and well-rounded rear end looming over him. Her tail-tentacles gripped the spandex of her costume and tore it wide open, unveiling the similarly colored flesh beneath. The purple posterior trembled slightly as she held herself up and little ripples ran along the plump surface of the massive moons.

With a laugh and a small grunt of anticipatory delight she shoved her ass back and down, planting herself firmly against Hum Drum's face. She didn't just drop herself pussy-first on his mouth, but planted her hot, juicy snatch against the bridge of his snout, letting the heavy heat of her fattened flanks rest over his eyes and allowing her juices to run down over either side of his mouth.

Hum Drum could still breathe, but every panting, desperate gasp of air was thoroughly saturated with Mane-iac's spicy pony musk, drowning him in the smell of an aroused mare. It wasn't like a quick whiff of Zapp's room after she got a new movie or magazine, or of Fili-second after a desperate session in the shower room. It was pure, concentrated feminine arousal, filling his lungs with every gasp. He could literally taste it, as the juices fell into his mouth as a matter of course, two of his senses utterly overpowered by the feminine scent.

Mane-iac cried out in triumphant delight as she rested her cheeks against Hum Drum's face and ground her engorged button against the smooth, slightly pebbly scales of his snout's bridge. She was utterly overpowering the one that had completely embarrassed her. She had made his smug, presumptuous face into a seat for her proud, purple hindquarters. It was ironic, in a way. Her ass was like a set of soft pillows, while Hum Drum's face was quite a bit more firm. But she savored sitting on the rigid surface. It was a sign of her power and triumph.

She wiggled her ass a few times, her cheeks wobbling again. It was a sight that had brought many a minion, constable and horny bystander to their knees. It was a sight that was sadly taken from Hum Drum by the very objects that would excite him. She was getting comfortable, and grinding her pleasure protuberance on Hum Drum, using him selfishly for her own ecstasy, drooling out more of her musky honey to slide over his lips. “How does it feel, powerless pet of the Power Ponies? How does it feel having your face be my new chair? This is so nice... for me.”

Hum Drum groaned out loudly. The tentacle was still stuffed deep in his backside, mercilessly ramming his ass, grinding its sleek surface against his prostate and plugging his so deep and wide he half expected it to come out of his mouth. The fat, delicious ass covering her face was confusing, more so than the pleasure and pain of the anal assault. He loved a nice rear, and had been guilty of looking in on the bare bottoms of the Power Ponies when he thought he could get away with it. But none of them were built like Mane-iac.

This was more like the rears of the fancy lasses in the magazines he peeked at while buying Zapp's oily musclestallion magazines. Long, leggy, well-fed with big peach bottoms. Now one was mashing down on his face and he couldn't savor it, couldn't love it. It was delicious but it was an evil madmare, forcing it on him. It was quite the quandary.

Mane-iac wasn't feeling any quandary, she was only feeling a rising heat in her loins, a deeper pleasure from direct stimulation, rather than uniform-covered rubbing and the savoring of her rivals in sexual distress. But it wasn't enough. She would have liked Hum Drum to eat her snatch; she'd gotten plenty of her henchstallions to lap up her petals. Hum Drum was unlikely to agree to eat her out given the situation, so she'd get the next best thing.

Her rear end lifted up just a bit, allowing Hum Drum to get his eyes open and to look at that delicious violet valley running between the full mounds of Mane-iac's bottom. His view was swallowed again by the full moons but his snout was also taken in the deal. The fat and aroused snatch pressed wetly around his nose and mouth. His senses were more that suffused with feminine taste and smell. His world swirled and reeled as his air was cut off. His head thrashed, as much as it good, and he let out muffled groans and cries of protest, while being unable to really open his mouth.

The struggles and protests fed different levels of Mane-iac's delight. Emotionally, she was on top, dominant and powerful, commanding her new helpless seat. Physically, the working of her flushed lips and her stiffly swollen clit was greatly enhanced, by the penetration of his snout into her sex and the grind of Hum Drum's resisting, scaled chin on the sensitive pearl.

The heightened pleasure made Mane-iac a bit looser with her tendrils. She couldn't focus on control as well as she needed to. The tentacle cramming his ass ceased a deep and regular plunge and stirring, settling for simple trembling and occasional twists. The hold on his arms and legs grew weaker and weaker, while his fight grew stronger.

The increasing length of time he was deprived of air sent desperation stabbing through him, and surged adrenaline through his body. Powerless though he may have been, in a super sense, he had an instinct for survival and he would do anything to keep surviving. His hands yanked at the steadily-weakening tendrils holding them down, fighting to pull them away to do anything he could.

With a single, desperate yank both of his hands broke free of the twisting, disjointed mane-tentacles. His gloved hands desperately slapped down on Mane-iac's ass, pushing hard on the weighty globes and occasionally hauling back to slap firmly on the jiggly swells, sending waves of wobbles across them.

The furious and sudden assault on her ass made Mane-iac cry out in surprise and spiking pleasure, her orgasm hitting her before she knew what was happening. She lifted herself up and shivered, pleasantly surprised to find that even after rising her cheeks were still being slapped over and over. Her squirt of orgasmic juice splashed across Hum Drum's face, and into his mouth as he desperately gasped for breath and coughed loudly.

His fight won, more or less, Hum Drum slumped down after delivering a few more heavy and instinctual spanks across Mane-iac's hindquarters. His head hung to the side and his eyes were closed in exhaustion. The adrenaline rush had taken a lot out of him. His face dripped with Mane-iac's musky honey, and his chest steadily rose and fell as he got his breath back. His mouth hung open and his tongue lightly moved as he panted.

Mane-iac panted herself, still shivering a little bit as the whole-body pleasure wave from her orgasm ceased to crash and ripple around her nerves. She strengthened the grip of her tendrils on Hum Drum's ankles, and resumed the deep, plunging drilling of his ass. “You serve well in a lowly capacity. No wonder you're kept as a sidekick...” Mane-iac whispered. “And I'm not too above it all to admit... it has been a long time since anyone dared strike my backside. I had forgotten how delicious a little sting and jiggle felt.”

“I just wanted to breathe...” Hum Drum said. He was squirming weakly again, as the pumping of his ass got back up to speed. He gave a few uncoordinated strikes at Mane-iac's generous ass, gloved hands making a muted thumping as the bounced repeatedly off the swells of flesh. “L-let go of me.”

Mane-iac took a moment to respond, waiting for the last traces of sensation to run through her following the impromptu spanking. “No... no. Now that I know you can serve, I can select in what capaci- wh-what is that?”

“What's what?” Hum Drum asked, opening one heavy, nearly stuck-shut eyelid.

“I assumed you had a piece of equipment stuffed in your uniform but... utility flashlights don't move...” Mane-iac said with a hushed tone. She had finally really focused on the crotch of Hum Drum's restrictive attire. There was more than a lot of something stuffed in there, creating an impressive cylindrical impression down his thigh. It lightly pulsed, just slightly out of synch with the pumping of his rear end.

“Hey! Quit looking there!” hum Drum cried, using his freed hands to cover his crotch, for all the good it did. Even with both hands he wasn't quite hiding everything from view.

“I'm in command, I will look where I desire!” Mane-iac shouted, her mane-tentacles coming down again to pull Hum Drum's arms apart and down on the couch. She stared, wide-eyed at the throbbing impression, a small blush on her cheeks. With a single motion she wrenched her anal-fucking tentacle out and pulled down hard to tear off the front and lower part of Hum Drum's uniform.

What was revealed drew a sudden grunt from Hum Drum and a shout of surprise from Mane-iac herself. The construction of his dragonhood was unlike a pony's. He had a vaguely pointed tip with a bulbous glans below. The shaft itself was uniform in color, a dark puce tone, with a few lines of raised, rounded, pebble-like bumps running down from below the glans to the base. It seemed to have emerged from a slit at his crotch, along with a very generous, scaled pouch. In girth it was very like a soup can, if not more robust, while the length seemed almost improbable on his frame.

Mane-iac just continued to stare that the exposed spire, awestruck by the sight of the thoroughly alien tool. “I-inconcievable! Ridiculous! How is that even possible? Have you been experimented on?”

“What? It's just... it's just what dragons have...” Hum Drum said, looking down on his erection. Mares had never given him a chance to show what he possessed. They saw his stature and rubbed his head and moved on. Radiance had been polite, Zapp had laughed in his face, even Fili-second wanted him to bring a few friends. He had never been given the chance to show off his pride. “Stop staring at it! I don't even want it to be hard around you! You're pure evil!”

“'Evil', of course. But I am anything but pure...” Mane-iac said, regaining enough composure and presence of mind to do a proper supervillainess quip. “And your body must be trying to tell you something. Apparently it's some very big news that demands your attention... I think your body wants to have some more fun, something beyond my tendril giving you a wonderfully deep anal probe. You want to use that fat piece of flesh, don't you?”

Hum Drum winced as his length trembled, the shudder running from base to tip and accompanied by a small squirt of precum that arced up and spattered on the linoleum. The spice of the seductive Mane-iac using vulgar words, however modest and however few, was delicious. She wanted him aroused. She wanted him. She couldn't hide the lust in her eyes and her voice. “Nnnngh... n-no... no I don't! I don't want it! I don't want to use it!”

“You do... you can't possibly deny it...” Mane-iac purred in her most seductive villainess voice. “Look at how it... well, throbs with life and desire, how it pulses, angry and full, demanding use. Demanding you ram it hard into the quivering body of a mare. Willing or unwilling...”

Hum Drum grunted as one of Mane-iac's tendrils slid along his length, rubbing the copious precum into the heated, pulsing surface. He pulled at his bonds again, to no avail, as his hips staged a minor mutiny, thrusting automatically into the stimulating stroke, another grunt leaving him as the warm tentacle slowly wrapped around the base of his shaft. “No! You'll never make me say it! I'm not... going to give in to you...”

“I don't need to make you say it,” Mane-iac cooed, almost sweetly. The tendrils on Hum Drum's wrists and ankles tightened and the expression on Mane-iac's face went from coy to maniacally lustful. “I can make you do it!” She pulled up on his wrists and ankles, holding him aloft like a perverse marionette, the huge erection bobbing almost comically before him.

“Let go of me! You'll never get away with this! I'll stop you again!” Hum Drum cried out, yanking hard at the tendrils restraining him, thrashing his body about with all his might. He only created the image of a helpless figure, and made his titanic tool swing around madly, precum splattering across the linoleum, the couch, Mane-iac's exposed ass, everywhere within the reach of each arcing squirt.

“Yes, fight me, fight me, powerless little sidekick. It makes it all the more wonderful when I finally win...” Mane-iac said with a harsh laugh. As she drew Hum Drum in closer the swinging rod smacked and thudded heavily against her thick posterior, giving her something akin to a paddling. The soft flesh and modest speed meant there was more sound and fury than real damage but the effect was even more amazing than the spanking that sparked her orgasm.

Mane-iac had a taste for that kind of thing, on her terms. She had actually discovered a way to be spanked, a very submissive act, while remaining an unquestioned dominant, forcing her helpless captive to deliver the stinging goods to her receptive rear end. Her hindquarters lifted up more and she continued to use Hum Drum's struggles as a way of pleasuring herself, on some level.

It wasn't enough, however. She had gotten off on sitting on his face, grinding her sex on his helpless, sealed-off snout and taking a few swats to the ass. She needed more direct stimulation, not just a contemplation of her dominance and a few thumps to the cheeks. She adjusted his position again and looked over her shoulder, doing her best to line up his swinging dick with the massive target that was her backside. Once the angles looked good she brought him forward with a modest speed.

Hum Drum's swinging cock slapped and bounced off of Mane-iac's rear a few times, thudding off the globes of flesh and requiring a slight adjustment. Eventually he was slapping it back and forth between her thighs, the limited room keeping him in line and properly on target. He could see the inevitable coming. “No! No you can't do this. Stop! I don't want to...” His protests halted and his teeth ground tight as the pointed end of his pole met her parted and sloppy lips.

The wedge of the point and the copious amounts of slippery mare juice made forcing the thick shaft a smooth affair. It wasn't overly easy, as the robust rod proved to be just slightly more of a stretch than she had anticipated, wrenching out a pleasured cry and making her face contort into a mix of delight and effort. She had to work to force it down, but it was a wonderful bit of effort that provided its own reward as the lines of pebbled flesh massaged the accordion-like folds of her squeezing snatch.

Hum Drum threw his head back and practically roared in unwanted pleasure. His aroused and needful cock was increasingly swallowed by Mane-iac's rolling, yanking, hot and wet tunnel. Like the tentacle up his ass, he did want to love it, but he had to confess that it was a lot better than desperately jerking himself under the covers to memories of stolen glances at his naked compatriots.

His hips betrayed him again, and again, rolling into the forced insertion, and pulling back what little distance was allowed. His body, if not his mind, was making him an active participant in the forced fucking. The forced part was getting a little hazy as he humped away, while his head thrashed, his teeth ground and his eyes remained squeezed tightly shut.

Mane-iac was crying out in delight, mouth hanging open and tongue out in bliss. She'd been neglecting her sexual needs for a while, saving up her passion to the point of frustration, to motivate her perversity and concoct just the right punishments for the Power Ponies. Her itch was being more than scratched by the forced insertion of Hum Drum's mighty shaft, as well as the clearly unintended thrusts of his hips. Every bit of it, from the physical size to feeling his own body betray his intentions, was sending her arousal through the roof, even faster than smothering him with her ass had.

Her tendrils grew weaker, as they had before and she had to cease being in total control. She draped him slightly diminutive body over her ass, pushing him down as best she could with the mass of tentacles, letting his hips do the work. As shallow as the thrusts were, they were fully hilted. He was balls deep in her flooded pussy, drawing back a few scant inches and ramming back in with a smooth cycle, a mechanical rhythm like a piston in a cylinder. His nuts tapped and rubbed against her clit, grown more sensitive after grinding on Hum Drum's scales and the jolt of her first orgasm.

Hum Drum was increasingly on automatic. His hands grabbed tightly onto Mane-iac's sides as he was set on her, his legs spreading out, heels locking around her rear legs. His head rested on her back, cheek grinding against her spike as it arched about. He was panting, and moaning with less hesitation, getting into the intoxicating sensation of ramming his massive meat into Mane-iac's depths, getting massaged by her folds, squeezed, yanked, milked by the trembling and active walls.

Mane-iac was climbing towards the peak of another climax, but Hum Drum beat her to it. After the unwanted stimulation from his erection rubbing the inside of his uniform during the tour of the Power Ponies being tormented, the anal assault and being forced to penetrate Mane-iac he was finally choosing to accept the pleasure. With no restraints, no mental blocks keeping him restricted he fell into the well of carnal delight. He actually let out a triumphant and dominating roar, head thrown back to emphasize it.

His quivering cock unleashed a huge, especially thick and sticky glob of dragon slime, packed full of writhing sperm. The pointed tip of his cock did its job, gently parting Mane-iac's cervix, allowing that heavy blob to settle in sticky streamers all over directly inside her womb. That was quickly followed by another, and another, each one just as heavy. A copious collection of cumshots began to accumulate in Mane-iac's belly, bloating her modestly but surely. It was almost as though he was a bottomless pit of semen.

Mane-iac felt the bloating, the swelling of her belly as more and more hot shots of dragon ooze settled in her and were trapped by the plug of Hum Drum's glans. But she didn't try to stop it. She was on the edge, her front end going down, head dipping down, moans pouring out of her mouth. One particular swell of her womb hit her just right, sending her head back, a scream of greater pleasure than the prior orgasm ripped from her throat. Her tendrils lost all strength, each of them hanging down, flopping about disjointedly.

Hum Drum was free, but he wasn't going to stop. He wasn't letting Mane-iac go, wasn't moving his hips one inch back until he was finished emptying out his near-endless supply of semen into the screaming and at least somewhat-subdued supervillainess.