The Mane-iac's Triumph

“Yeah... yeah that's it...” Spike muttered as he slowly stroked his leaky cock under his covers. He awkwardly looked over the edge of his basket at the comic. He had laid it out on the floor and was holding it open with his free hand. He wasn't about to just turn on his stomach and grind away, but he couldn't keep it held up. On his side was the only option, even if he occasionally left a wet impression on his blanket.

“Give it to her. She tried to get you, now you've got her...” He muttered, sliding his hand down to the base of his erection and squeezing firmly, resting himself so as to not cum too quickly. “You beat her again, even without powers. Guess you're not so useless...”

Hum Drum roared out again as his seemingly bottomless balls finally bottomed out, having bloated Mane-iac out a good deal. Her swollen stomach looked nine months along, if not more, and wobbled slightly as she lay on her side, helplessly moaning and trembling. Her tendrils were useless for anything but spasming on the ground and making failed grabs at Hum Drum.

Pulling out of Mane-iac was something of a theatrical production. The pointed tip slid smoothly from her cervix, which closed solidly again, admitting only a few oozes of thick and potent cum, even with the pressure of all the semen behind the barrier. Pulling the rest of the dick out produced a tightening of the passage behind it, providing even more of a plug for the reservoir. Hum Drum pulled back to the limit of his hips' ability then gave a solid push off of her ass and dropped to the ground a short ways behind her, softening cock flopping against his legs, slowly withdrawing back into him.

Hum Drum stumbled around the salon space in a pleasure-drunken stupor and noticed a bank of controls mounted onto one of the tables near a salon chair. He looked it over curiously, blinking the blurriness out of his eyes.

“N-no! Get away from... from that!” Mane-iac fumbled around on the ground, limbs weak from a pleasure overload, belly dragging her down. She scraped her hooves on the floor and dragged herself slowly along the precum-splattered linoleum.

Hum Drum hit a few of the buttons and flicked the switches, watching as certain automated devices out of the windows activated and deactivated. Lights flicked on and redirected themselves, sirens sounded in various patterns, and doors opened and shut, briefly revealing equipment of mayhem and mane care. He finally hit a button that flipped over a secondary panel with a single, large red button.

Hitting that opened up a large, hidden panel outside of the control area, which released a large dish. Energy surged through it, sending out a resonant frequency, caused by the interaction of the special high-ion charge moving over the unobtainium surface of the dish. The interaction between...

Spike grunted lightly, stroking his prick slower as the technobabble began. He didn't care how the vibrational frequencies of unobtainium interacted with the phlebonium of the various bonds and traps that held the Power Ponies. He flipped past various long panels of exposition, flashbacks and closeup images of the disintegrating bonds. He wanted more sex!

He nearly flipped past the proper part, focusing on furiously stroking the base of his dick and grinding the throbbing surface against the smooth fabric of his bed. He needed to maintain his erection long enough to cum over the good parts. Multitasking with an erection was certainly harder than doing it without one.

Saddle Rager hung in her bonds, feebly squeaking and moaning out softly as her pussy was pumped by by the fat unicorn stallion. The skinny earth pony and muscular unicorn cheered on their fellow while they slowly caressed their half-hard, cum-dripping organs.

“Best job ever!” The muscular stallion said, holding out a hoof to the earth pony.

“What do you call going seventh at a mare? Is it sloppy again? Sloppier sevenths?” The earth pony asked, returning the hoof bump.

“I guess,” The muscular stallion answered with a shrug. “Think you can really do it a third time?”

“I'll do it ten times if I can do it to one of the Power Ponies! Besides, the boss gave us that serum to keep us going. My dick'd be pretty sore right now without it, and I'm sure my balls would be shrunk to the size of raisins,” the earth pony answered.

A sudden low hum rumbled through the cylinder, vibrating everything just slightly. The three stallions took notice of the happening, looking around. The fat stallion cried out, while still fucking Saddle Rager, “What is that? Do you hear it?”

The muscular male nodded, feeling the walls as they lightly rumbled. “I hear it and feel it. It's coming from everywhere...”

Saddle Rager squeaked out loudly as her bonds suddenly turned brittle, cracked and dropped her to her hooves, the stallion's cock yanked out of her sloppy, cum-stuffed slit by her fall. She shuddered and swayed on her hooves, shaking her head to try and clear out the cobwebs. “Wh-what? I'm... out?”

“Uh... this... wasn't part of the plan...” the muscular unicorn said.

“You... you all... you all... had relations with me of an intimate nature...” Saddle Rager said, in her usual quiet tone, a blush burning on her cheeks as she said the naughty term. Her eyes suddenly grew hard and her limbs trembled as she turned a powerful glare on the three stallions. “And you didn't ask permission!” Her voice was distorted, deepening, reverberating.

The trio screamed and scrambled for the door as Saddle Rager swelled up again.

In the next cylinder down the line Zapp struggled weakly in her restraints, having burned up a great deal of her energy in her previous screaming and struggling, fighting every mounting. It had all been for naught, save to cover her in a sheen of sweat and make her an easier lay for the two stallions taking turns with her.

The elderly stallion was on her, the old earth pony wheezing with effort as he worked his wrinkled, skinny hips, driving his rather robust white rod into Zapp's well-ridden cunt. He drilled, stirred and slowly pulled back, forelegs holding tightly onto Zapp's midsection. “Glad... the boss gave me a shot... works better than that pill...”

“Take an extra turn after, then,” the scrawny, nerdy unicorn said, twirling Zapp's necklace around in his magical grip. “If I screw her one more time she might get too loose for you to enjoy.”

“I'm old, not a carrot-dick, youngster!” The old stallion shouted, hilting himself in Zapp and unloading another thick load of old, still-potent seed into Zapp's passage.

The nerd laughed a bit then tilted his head as a hum reached his ears. “You hear that?”

“I haven't heard much of anything for a while, youngster,” the old stallion said, pulling slowly out of Zapp and watching the newest load lightly dribble from her.

Zapp pulled at her restraints again, as she had been for a while, but snapped her head up when she heard it crack and fall to dust. More work completely obliterated the other bonds. “Awww yeah! Not gotta question it, just gonna say it's because I'm awesome!”

The nerdy stallion gasped loudly, his magic faltering and the necklace flung off across the cylinder. He dashed for the door, fumbling with it as he looked back. “Oh buck, oh buck, oh buck...”

Zapp raced to the fallen necklace and slipped it on, feeling the nature powers surging through her again. But more than just the perverted ones that wanted sex, the destructive ones that she liked. “'Oh buck' is right, dork!”

Fili-second discovered the disintegration of her bonds as soon as the hum started. She had been cycled through by the stallions, who had to work themselves back up into a state to pop off quickly. She had nothing to do but struggle and try to reach for her sex. One of those motions cracked through the restraints.

She took a second to break through the crumbing restraints and started charging around the cylinder wildly, using her speed to move all the stallions together into the center. With further speed she ripped parts of her attire off and twisted them into thin ropes. Using those, she bound all the stallions into an awkward spread-legged position, backs arched, dicks standing out proudly.

Fili giggled loudly as she watched the stallions squirming and struggling, their dicks bouncing lightly. “Looks like I get to cum! It should only take three or four times each!”

Masked Matter-horn first realized that something was happening when she heard her artificial wings powering up. She could feel a slight buzz of power, as might happen when unobtainium was vibrating at the right frequency and passing power along to her own unobtainium wings. She experimentally surged magic into her horn, the phlebonium cap cracking as she pushed outward at it. Her other bonds broke just as easily.

The sudden explosion of the horn cap sent the hooded rainbow of stallions jumping back and made the black one on her back tense up, still buried inside. The semi-circle of males had been masturbating themselves again, eager to coat Matter-horn's face with more pearly loads of cream and further degrade her exposed secret identity. They all started to scramble towards the exit, while the one who was mounted worked his hips, trying to get one more shot off before he retreated.

Matter-horn turned her head quickly and fired a powerful beam of pure heat at the door, effectively welding it shut. It refused to yield, even under the desperate battery of the impressively muscular stallions. She also flapped her artificial wings and surged forward suddenly, forcefully yanking herself off of the black stallion's trembling cock.

She pulled her tight and massaging pussy off so fast, in fact, that she actually accidentally triggered his orgasm. The stallion stood there, back arched, hips trembling and cock bobbling ridiculously under him. The sudden brush of cool air didn't stop the quick twitches and the firing of long, sticky ropes of cum across the ruins of what had been restraining Matter-horn.

The black stallion stood there, quivering a bit as his pleasure turned to dismay, the other stallions just as worried. Matter-horn used a quick wipe of magic to remove the layers of semen from her face, and levitated her goggles back on. She gave the assembly a quick going over before ripping off all their hoods to reveal shocked, or fearful, faces, particularly on the one that had seeded her at least five times.

She strode forward with a bold swagger in her step, wrapped a tendril of magic around the neck of the frightened black stallion and forced a dominating kiss on him, going so far as to ram her tongue into his mouth while her magic parted his teeth a little. She licked around his mouth, being as thorough with him as he had been with her. She swirled around the entrance to his throat, passing along a huge wad of the cum that was still in her mouth. She forcibly snowballed him as much as she could, making him taste the melange of cum that had collected over the period of oral assault.

While the kiss went on her magic restrained the rest of the stallions, rolling them onto their backs and holding their limbs out straight. They were all still erect, and soon were moaning as their throbbing poles were jointly massaged by Matter-horn's magic. A few of them whinnied in surprise and discomfort as further fields of force opened their asses and began to firmly, but smoothly, sodomize them in time with the jacking of their poles.

Matter-horn broke the kiss and restrained the black stallion in a similar manner, planting a hoof on his chest and pressing down. She smiled at her new rainbow of moaning, writhing stallions and loudly said, “Okay you jocks, you always used to get your way. Time to show you just what the nerdy girl in chemistry club you never wanted to date can do now that she's all grown up...”

Mare-velous coughed loudly and sucked in a strained gasp as the golden donkey cock pulled slowly out of her throat and left a small trace of cum behind. She licked her lips and shivered at how much she hated that she loved it. The taste was still what she had hoped it would be. It was still delicious, even if the donkey was an arrogant bastard.

Behind her the other donkey pulled from her well-ridden hole, a thick flood of semen following after. The lips, though flushed, were still somewhat tight and closed, showing themselves none the worse for wear after so many donkey pumpings. A light squeezing twitch of her inner walls shot out another squirt of seed mingled with her free-flowing juice, splattering it across the floor.

Mare-velous became aware of a humming the same moment she became aware of a cracking of the A-frame to which she was secured. The loosening of bonds and the distracting hum cut through the fog of nostalgia, donkey musk, the taste of seed and the feel of being extremely well-screwed. She mentally commanded her rope to unwind from around her body, making the two donkeys stagger back.

With the frame crumbling the hoofarangs fell and allowed her legs free. She quickly picked up the fallen golden horseshoes and kicked them at the door to the cylinder, using them like giant staples to seal the door shut. She turned in a rage, glaring at the brothers. “Y'all had no right! Yer kinfolk and ya had me at once? It ain't right!”

“You loved it!” One of the brothers screamed, still looking arrogant and forceful while the other hid behind his kin. “You've been craving a donkey's organ all your life and you go it! You were mewling and screaming for more, sucking that musk into your lungs and getting ho-” The ranting declaration was cut off as the donkey took a sharp buck to the head.

The other donkey looked at his brother with some concern and blanched a bit. “I just did what the boss said. She said you hated donkeys...”

“Ain't so surprisin' Mane-iac was lyin',” Mare-velous said with a snort. “But yer gonna pay. Yer gonna pay...” As she leaped to battle and the donkey screamed there was a tear in her eye. “Gonna pay 'cause y'all ain't Jo...”

Radiance was whining about as loudly as she ever had, making muffled demands of the presumptuous stallions that were mounting her in absolute anonymity. She couldn't know which had mounted her, which had not and which had done so several times to obscure the real numbers.

They did everything to disguise their identities, including not resting too heavily on her back, so as to keep their bodily details completely out of her mind. She was desperately rolling and squeezing her sex, molding the walls to each pole that plunged into her, to try and pull any familiarity from the conformation of the shafts. She thought maybe she could trace identity through penis shape and size.

Her head was held between two sweaty asses, which pressed and ground softly on her, keeping her face forward and eyes mostly closed. Her ears perked at the sound of a strange, light humming noise, then her whole body twitched about as she fell from her position. Her bindings had completely disintegrated, sending her to the ground with a soft thump. Her head was pulled from between the two rear ends, which belonged to two pegasi, while the cock violating her slipped out of her snatch, prematurely pulling out a load of collected semen.

Radiance looked back quickly, seeing the one who had been riding her who looked quite surprised. Her magic did not hesitate, but levitated over the source of her power and placed it back onto her uniform. Her first act with it back was to create an energy construct in front of the door, looking like an ornate wrought iron gate. She then made up elaborate cages for all the stallions in the cylinder, who screamed in fright.

“L-let us out! This was just what we were told to do!” One of the pegasi pleaded. Radiance could see it was the one that had first sat upon her face.

Radiance slowly reduced the sizes of all the cages, letting the stallions feel the pressure around their bodies, a few crying out in fear and begging for mercy. “There will be two tasks to be accomplished here, before we are through!” Radiance shouted.

“What is it? We'll do anything! Just don't kill us!” One of the earth ponies blubbered out.

The cages shrunk again, but molded themselves to the bodies of the stallions, until only their heads and their erections were sticking out of the energy constructs. Radiance lined them all up and slowly strolled up to the first one in the line. “You will tell me your names. And then I will ride you all so that I may confirm that sexual intercourse occurred!”

Back at the controls, Hum Drum looked out upon the cylinders, able to tell that a lot of very interesting things were happening. He turned to Mane-iac in triumph and rushed to tie her tendrils together, and use those to bind her limbs. He didn't need to be so quick, as her bloating and weakness were still very much restricting her capabilities. “Now that's twice! I beat you again. And I still don't have powers.”

Mane-iac groaned as her cum-inflated belly lightly wobbled and rested heavily against the sticky linoleum floor. “That's a lie. You must have some kind of magical power to let you do this...”

“While we wait for the Power Ponies to come up here and take you off to jail, let me just try again...” Hum Drum said, slowly making his way to Mane-iac's backside and giving it a firm, commanding spank...

Spike grunted softly as Hum Drum slapped his re-emerged erection between Mane-iac's cheeks and furiously ground between them while she squirmed and screamed. He stroked his cock harder, pressing the precum-dripping head against his sheets, not caring he'd need to do laundry the next day.

He ground against the sheets and groaned loudly, barely able to turn the page and see Hum Drum plunging his huge rod into Mane-iac again. The illustration of the thrust was enough. Spike choked down an orgasmic cry and freely painted the inside of his blanket and the top of his sheets in heavy gushes of his sticky seed. His hand continued to stroke, squeezing out every last little spit of seed, making a slopping mess of his belly, crotch and thighs, as well as everything else in the area.

He let out a long, contented sigh as he slowed the stroking, massaging his softening dick through the aftermath of his orgasm. “This was so worth saving up for...” He muttered as he flipped slowly past the second screwing, the depositing of a geyser of cum over Mane-iac and the escape of both Hum Drum and the Power Ponies.

He was finished, and needed to clean up at least a little so he didn't sleep in a giant wet spot, but he also wanted to see the end of the comic. He paid for it, he might as well get the full measure of his money. So he let his eyes trace languidly over the panels, past the laughter over the revenge, and the bloated Mane-iac, the reaffirmation of duty and friendship, and on to the time jump for the epilogue.

The Power Ponies were out on patrol... more or less. They were out, but only some of them were focused on their work. Zapp scanned the city from the sky and occasionally rubbed her baby bump. She gave running commentary as she want. “It's all about keeping an eye out, kid. Gotta make sure the jerks keep in line and the criminals know... whoops, time to get to work!”

Zapp swooped down towards a scuffle outside of a bar, a group of half-drunk stallions sloppily bucking and pummeling on one another. A quick lightning bolt striking in the middle of them sent them all back. “Hey! What wash that?” One of them slurred.

“Alright, ya drunks, break it up and head home! I don't feel like hauling all of you to jail right now,” Zapp shouted.

“Heh heh heh, she's knocked up,” one of the drunk said, his laughing cut off by a solid kick to the face that knocked him cold.

“Anypony else want some or are we done here?” Zapp asked, with an angry glare. She nodded her head as the rest of the tipsy ponies scattered. “And that's how ya take care of business, kid.” She stroked a hoof over her rounded stomach. “You might have some egghead in you, but you're my kid, and that means you gotta be just as tough as smart. And maybe you can use the magic necklace. Just don't let it get you horny... in the wrong place.”

Radiance and Matter-horn were looking out over the city from the top of a tall building. Radiance had taken the opportunity to bring up a full tea service, allowing both of the mares to sip warm chamomile and snack on watercress sandwiches and petit madeleines.

“So, has your pregnancy been progressing as you hoped?” Radiance asked.

“It's been going just as the books say. No anomalies, and regular ultrasounds reveal a healthy development. My foal seems to be very... robust. It takes after, well, one of its potential fathers,” Matter-horn responded, with a light blush.

“Have you considered a name, or managed to identify a gender as of yet?” Radiance inquired, taking a slow sip of tea.

“I've got a list of names, for either gender. There's not enough physical development as of yet. And what about you? Do you want any help on that front?” Matter-horn asked, nibbling on one of the little cakes.

“Oh no, I wish to be surprised, in some sense. But I will need your laboratory in time,” Radiance said.

“What for?” Matter-horn asked.

“I took a... sample of DNA from the stallions who had been with me, labeled with their names, as is appropriate. I shall need a paternity test. After all, a lady must know the identity of the father of her child. Otherwise there may be issues with legitimacy. And I am a proper lady, after all,” Radiance noted with a slight tip of her cup.

“Heh. Of course. I can do a quick DNA test for you whenever you like. I have the equipment for amniocentesis in my lab...” Matter-horn said, trailing off as Radiance gave her an odd, sidelong glance. “I like being prepared for anything.”

Fili-second zipped around the city, not missing a step even with her belly bulging. She scanned through alleys and down side-streets as she dashed along, feeling rather chipper. Things were going just fine, her twins were growing well, and she had found that her dating life had been greatly enhanced.

She had been worried that getting pregnant would put a damper on her ability to get laid by masses of males as she needed. But in fact, her two little foals had actually expanded her dating opportunities. First of all, some stallions just loved pregnant mares, and were only too eager to agree to most anything she wanted them to do just for a chance to rub her belly. She had also found a little subset of stallions who told her they liked MILFs. She wasn't too sure what a MILF actually was, but it sounded like 'milk' and she liked milk. Plus, if she had become one, and it got her more dates, she was all for it.

Fili zipped up to an all-night cafe and parked herself in a chair, a rush of air trailing behind her kicking up a slight puff of dust. She waved desperately to the waitress and tapped on the table. “Over here! Over here! MILF in need of a pile of pastry and a cup of coffee! I need to finish patrolling and meet all my new friends for a big, big, big date!”

Saddle Rager was still at HQ. Because of her naturally timid nature when not in her larger form she felt that she was not of any use on patrol. Secretly, however, she had a more personal reason. She wasn't worried about harming her foal with a transformation, but about harming the world.

“I love this foal, so much, and want to keep it safe,” Saddle said, shaking flakes into a fish tank and speaking softly to them. “So safe... so much that I might think anything is a threat. Super-criminals, regular criminals, ponies on the street...” She shook her head and moved to the bunny cages, dropping in food pellets and reaching in to pet the soft, appreciative little lagomorphs. “I'd never stop attacking everypony just to protect my foal. I never knew that motherhood could be so powerful...”

Mare-velous wasn't out on patrol. She in her civilian attire, a pair of denim jeans, a loose white work shirt and a fringed denim jacket. She was seated outside of a small bar, nursing a soft drink and looking a little nervous. She cast a gaze around as groups or single folk passed on the sidewalk. Every so often the door to the bar would open, letting out twangy strains of country music.

She checked on the time and blew a strand of her bangs up, tapping at the table lightly. “Well, hey there Marvy, been a while. Surprised ya went lookin' for me...” said a voice from behind Mare-velous.

She whipped her head around suddenly, gasping a little bit. She had used the Power Pony computers and numerous law enforcement and government contacts to find one figure, the one standing there at her side. He was a tall, burly donkey, with a very dark brown coat and a shiny light brown puff of hair between his ears and at the end of his tail. The velvety end of his snout was a light cream color. Mare-velous leaped off of her cushion and wrapped forelegs tightly around the strong donkey's neck. “Jo! Oh ah missed ya so much...”

“Well! Wish ah had known this was gonna happen. Ah'd have come 'round the city earlier...” Jo said, returning the hug as tightly as he could manage.

“We got a lotta ta say... but first, can ah buy ya a drink?” Mare-velous asked.

“Why sure. A Princesses' Tiara cola would be great. Don't wanna lose mah head. Ah wanna keep my wits so ah don't miss a thing,” Jo said, taking a seat across from Mare-velous.

She smiled brightly and threw up a hoof, motioning to a waitress. “Two PT colas over here. No! One big PT cola and two straws...”

Hum Drum was far away from everything. He was deep inside the Maretropolis maximum security prison, in the section for super criminals. He passed all the other crazed figures who pounded on the clear walls, screaming at him as a representative of the figures that had put them in there.

Guards led him through a metal door into a large, white section, which smelled faintly of antiseptic. At the far end of the white ward was a single closed cell, holding Mane-iac. She looked up from her rest and scowled on seeing Hum Drum. She rose slowly, to expose her heavily pregnant belly. “Do you require continued protection?” One of the guards asked.

Hum Drum shook his head. “I've got this.” The guards nodded and left the sidekick alone with the gravid supervillainess. He gave her a winning smile and smoothed back his head fins. “How are you doing?”

“Do you honestly care? You ruined my plans, you wrecked my operation, you put me in here and you did this to me!” Mane-iac shouted, indicating her swollen stomach. “And now you're here to... what? Gloat?”

“I'm just here to see how you are. You forced me to do it. You brought this all on yourself. I just wanted to save my friends, you wanted to get off. Well... I got you off!” Hum Drum responded with some passion.

Mane-iac snorted and looked slightly away, placing a hoof lightly on her round belly. “Well... at least this is different than the usual cell. I didn't even know this place had a maternity section. A hospital section but a maternity section? That's kinda perverted when you think of it...”

“I didn't think it could happen. I bloated you up good, but pregnancy...” Hum Drum started.

“Don't remind me. I was a laughingstock. I was in prison, bloated, sloshing... ugh,” Mane-iac groused. “I was shocked when the test came back...”

“Well... wouldn't this have happened anyhow? You were the one that started it,” Hum Drum noted.

“Forethought isn't exactly my strong suit. I think I was certain I was safe. I had planned every single detail, including a special serum for my minions. But I forgot to take my birth control. One little detail, it's always one little detail...” Mane-iac snorted.

Hum Drum laughed softly and slowly sat down, looking over Mane-iac's full form. “So, go ahead and tell me how you are. They're my kids too. I have an interest in this...”

Spike chuckled softly as the ended, with Hum Drum given all the respect he could ever possibly want. He had proven his potency, his ability to defeat evil, and help the Power Ponies, even without any powers of his own. It was quite a comic, to say the least, and satisfied him on several levels.

He nearly closed the comic, but happened to notice a brightly-colored and bombastic ad on the page after the conclusion. It seemed to be a second volume of the comic he held, a sequel of sorts. 'Power Ponies: The Erotic Adventures', with the subtitle, 'Motherhood, Mayhem and the Mane-iac's Return'. The Power Ponies were shown looking over foals in cribs. Behind Matter-horn, Fili-second, Zapp, Mare-velous and Hum Drum was the silhouette of Mane-iac; behind Radiance and Saddle Rager were two silhouettes of hugely muscular bipedal figures, one with large horns. Below was the blurb, 'Featuring the coming of Iron Willie and Diamond Dong. Villains or heroes? Friends or foes? Find out in this all-new erotic adventure!

Spike smiled as he slowly closed the comic and got up to gather the cum-splattered sheets up and put on a clean set. He'd have to start doing more odd-jobs around town, but he'd do what it took to get the second volume. It promised to be even more interesting.