In A Mare-velous Bind

Hum-Drum helps out?
by Neorenamon
Spike (Hum-Drum) and Applejack (Mistress Mare-velous) are the properties of Lauren Faust and Hasbro.
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"Applejack!" called Spike as he rushed down the road to the main area of Sweet Apple Acres, "Applejack!" He was waving about a comic book in one of his clawed hands.

As he ran on, he could see her coming out of the barn.

"Howdy Spike," she called, "What'cha all worked up about?"

"It's out!" he replied, "It's out!"

"What all is out?"

"The new issue of Power Ponies!" he replied as if everypony should already know that.

"So why are you all bringin that to me?"

He rushed up to her and all but shoved the comic into her face.

"Spike!" she cried, "A little personal space here?!"

"Oh, sorry," he said as he pulled the comic back.

She looked over the cover, and noticed that Mistress Mare-velous was in the foreground before all of the other Power Ponies, but with Hum-Drum right on her back hooves.

"So what all is this about?"

"With the defeat of the Mane-iac, all of the Power Ponies are going to train and become stronger to face the next villain!"

"And that fancy belt thing is?"

"That's your new mare-tility belt!"

"The what now?"

"Mare-tility belt!" he said all but jumping up and down before her.

"And what all does that do?"

"Well it has more awesome gadgets, of course!" he shouted excitedly.

"Uh-huh," she mused.

"It's has your regular hoofarangs, a climbing line with motorized reel to attach to them, exploding hoofarangs..."

"Exploding?!" she replied, "Are you serious?"

"Well yeah," he gushed, "Those armored doors and villainous vehicles just don't blow themselves up!"

"And how all does that work?"

"You push the red button and throw. Three seconds later... BOOM! As you can see, it can stick into soft objects, but is also magnetically adhesive to stick to metal stuff. On the other side is a slide timer which allows you to change the time setting from 3 seconds to 30 minutes! It's supposed to be able to blow a hole through one inch armored steel plate!"

"I don't use these against ponies, do I?"

"Just the ones in the illegal battle armor. The concussion just knocks them out."

"So what else is there?"

"There's this gas mask, anti-flash goggles, some smoke bombs, some flash bombs, full night vision goggles, a mini-oxygen tank for holding in your mouth underwater, reinforced steel hoof-cuffs, a multi-function mini-radio scanner, and... and..."

"And?"

"One or two other things I can't remember off claw."

"And all I has to do is practice? No super villain to defeat? No great threat to deal with?"

"Well, yes and no..."

"Go on," she said as she waited for Spike to explain.

"Mistress Mare-velous hails from Goth-horn City, one of the most crime-ridden and oldest cities there is. When the Mistress isn't with the Power Ponies, she battles crime in the dark alleys and abandoned warehouses of the run down parts of the city. There's always something going on with the gangs anywhere in the city."

"So where do I all practice this stuff?"

"It's called Slime Alley."

"Slime Alley?" she asked suspiciously.

"You can always find criminals there. It's just down the street from some of the most glitzy movie theaters in Goth-horn."

"Who the hay thought that was a good idea?"

"Because when the theaters were built, it wasn't that crime ridden. Goth-horn was a shining city just like Maretropolis is now. But times got rough after the Great War, and the city fell into decline and decay. There just happen to be a lot of alleys in that area where the criminal element inserted themselves to prey upon the honest citizens."

"Well, I guess I ain't too terribly busy," she mused.

"AWESOME!"

"But we better go to my room before we go into the comic," she replied, "You all are comin with me, right?"

"SURE!" he said, "Hum-Drum delivers your new mare-tility belt to you so you can practice with it!"

"Then come on," she said as she headed for the house. Spike eagerly followed with comic waving about in the air.
...

Mistress Mare-velous looked about the dark and dank Slime Alley as Hum-Drum stood next to her. It was deep in the middle of the night, and even the light of the moon was muted by the gloomy cloud cover. The alley was full of dumpsters, garbage cans, trash bags, loose papers, broken bottles, crushed beer cans, slashed and removed tires, stolen street signs, one garbage can with a fire and several hobo-ponies clustered around it, and a few mares at one entrance to the alley of... negotiable virtues. The alleyway was long, covering half a dozen city blocks interrupted by various streets. About one street light in ten seemed to work at all, and even then they flickered like they could burn out at any second.

"Dang," she said, "Doesn't anyone ever clean up around these here parts?"

"The city can't afford to keep sanitation crews for the whole city, so they just clean up the richest areas," said Hum-Drum.

"So where am I all supposed to practice?"

"Don't worry," he replied, "I know exactly where to take you."

"Are you supposed to give me..."

"You're already wearing it," he smiled, "I skipped over the first page where I give it to you. Trust me, you aren't missing anything important."

"If'n y'all sez so," she replied awkwardly.

Hum-Drum began leading her down the alley right past the mare clustered there. They eyed her in a way that made the Mistress just a little bit nervous. The mares were dressed in the cheapest and gaudiest clothes one could imagine. It might have well made Rarity lose her lunch just to see them. They were also wearing way too much, too loud, and way too colorful makeup.

"Hey sweet flank," purred an earth pony mare, "I knew something you can do to me with those hoofarangs and your rope." She turned and waved her flank and tail at the Mistress as she passed. She was a mare of average size with a burnt orange hide, dark purple mane and some almost black eyes. Her eyes laden with oversized fake eyelashes winked at Mistress Mare-velous as she passed by. There was a black patch where her cutie mark should be, and the Mistress figured she must have painted it over to hide her identity. The large amounts of black eyeshadow seemed to confirm that assessment.

"Or maybe you secretly want some mare to do things to you," said a unicorn mare, "Turn about is fair play, don't you think?" She was a bit taller and lankier than the first. Her hide was an odd shade of green that was almost neon. It made the Mistress wonder if her whole hide was just a dye job. Her legs were sheathed in stockings that had even green and white stripes running down them. She stared at the Mistress with her brown eyes that seemed devoid of emotion. Her eyeshadow was snow white along with the splotch over her cutie mark.

"That all... is mighty kind... of y'all... but I's kinda busy right now..."

"Don't mind them," said Hum-Drum, "The Mistress doesn't bother with minor criminals like those. Many of them are really the victims of the crime bosses in Goth-horn."

"I reckon so," said the Mistress nervously as she slipped past them.

"Once you do wings," said a pegasus mare with a wink, "You won't go back to other things." Her body was painted like some purple and orange zebra the likes of which the Mistress had not seen before. It definitely covered any sign of her cutie mark. Her ears were laden with piercings that had cheap stones in them of every major color in the rainbow. The lower legs were adorned with brass rings like those she had seen Zecora wearing. Dark glasses kept the Mistress from seeing any details about her eyes though.

"Forget the rest," said a white unicorn mare with dark blue mane, "I'm the best. When it comes to mares, no one compares." Unlike the others, she only had a deep blue eyeshadow on and she didn't seem to care that anyone could see her bright blue gem cutie mark. As she spoke, she made her horn glow with a sickly green light that made the Mistress shiver down to her core. Her eyes reflected the glow of her horn in the process that made it look all the creepier.

"That all sounds familiar somehow..." said the Mistress with a blush, "But I'm kinda busy right now."

Her horn glowed brighter as some unseen force grabbed one of the Mistress' flank cheeks.

"NOW HOLD ON THERE, MISSY!" snapped the Mistress.

"And I'm cheap," she continued.

"DON'T Y'ALL TAKE NO FER AN ANSWER?!"

"Oh, I know you'll come back when you're ready," she said smugly.

From the group emerged a griffoniness who seemed to superficially look like Gilda enough to worry the Mistress.

"When your ready to play rough, sweet flanks," she screeched, "I'll be here too. I can take as rough as I give."

"I'll... keep that all in mind..." she replied, "But... Hum-Drum and I just gotta get ourselves going here..."

Hum-Drum was gawking at the unicorn that superficially resembled Rarity even though he knew it wasn't her. Then the Mistress grabbed him with a hoof and dragged him away.

"Can't we at least get some of their names?" sighed Hum-Drum.

"There ain't no time fer that, sugar-cube," she replied.

She crossed the empty street and into the Slime Alley on the other side. They continued past some dumpsters and garbage cans until they came to a place where there was no other ponies.

"Afore I start with the belt stuff," she said, "I should get some more practice with this here rope. That's what messed me up the last time. I'm not sure I all have full control over it yet."

"Good idea Apple... Mistress," said Hum-Drum.

She took the rope from her side, took the end in her mouth, and began twirling it about like she was doing some rodeo roping.

"So far, so good," she said with rope clenched in her teeth.

"Hey," said Hum-Drum, "Try roping that broken street light and see if you can pull yourself to the top. It's like the way you use your rope to scale buildings."

"Scale?"

"That means to climb with a rope."

"Oh, that does sound Rainbow Dash cool."

"20% more cool, of course," he said.

They both giggled.

She sent the rope at the lamp as it stuck out of the pole, and roped it easily. But as she pulled herself up, the rope spasmed out of control. She was slammed into the pole as she was turned over, and soon found herself hogtied to it.

"DANG IT!" she cursed just before her own rope wrapped itself about her muzzle and tied it shut.

"Don't worry," said Hum-Drum, "You just need to calm your mind and..." *WHOCK!* A wooden club seemed to come from the shadows to strike him on the top of the head. He went down like a sack of wheat.

From the shadows emerged half a dozen griffin keythongs (males).

"I didn't know it was Gaskins and Gifts Day already," said one, "but look want Santa Hooves left for us."

Her eyes went wide as she realized that right behind them was the giffoniness she saw earlier.

"Well Boss," said one of the males, "Why don't you unwrap your present?"

"That's brilliant," he said, "I'm glad I thought of it."

But the Mistress was looking into the eyes of the griffoniness, and her eyes seemed to speak of her regrets about leading the gang to her. She scooped up Hum-Drum and backed away.

"Hey!" said another griffin, "What's the deal?"

"I want this one for my own," she screeched, "Got a problem with that?!"

"Chill babe," said the boss, "If you want a scaly purple twerp for a pet, I can't say no to you. Just make sure he stays out of trouble while we play with our present."

She nodded as she clutched Hum-Drum like her own offspring.

"Now where was we before doll-beak over here made a fuss?" said the Boss, "Oh yeah... it's unwrapping time!" He stuck a talon into her tail hole and ripped her costume open from there all the way to the other end of her mareslit. "Maybe we should sell you into marestitution when we're done with you," he screeched, "I bet a babe like you is worth some pretty bits."

The other griffins laughed darkly.

The Mistress struggled against her own rope, but her growing panic seemed to make her control over the rope even worse as it tightened around her body and legs.

He continued to shred her suit until one of her teats came into view. Then he ripped it wide open so her full mareslit and both of her teats were on full view.

"I'm liking this present more and more with each passing moment!"

"WAIT!" said the griffoniness.

"NOW WHAT?!" asked the Boss as he began to lose patience with her.

"How are you gonna fuck her on that pole?"

"We got wings. What's your point?"

"I wanna eat that pony pussy first!" she screeched.

"OH REALLY?!" he said, "And what do we get?"

"You can all bang me," she replied, "I'm on the ground and you know I can take you all!"

"And what will this do?"

"Once she's all hot and bothered, I'm sure she'll be more agreeable when we let her down, and then you can fuck her!"

"I am liking the sound of this!"

The other keythongs nodded in agreement.

"Well alrighty then, sweet beak," he said as they backed away from the Mistress, "Step up here and chow down already!"

She stepped over to a dumpster and dropped Hum-Drum into it. Then she approached the pole, raised up to her back legs, and stuck her beak into the Mistress' exposed mareslit. She gripped her sides with her talons before starting to lick and lap at her mare pussy, making the Mistress squirm against the pole.

The boss slipped up behind her, and mounted her as she ate the Mistress. Hanging upside down, the griffoniness' pussy and the keythong's cock were all but in her face. She could only watch until she closed her eyes tightly. But she felt a talon doing something with her mare-tility belt. It wasn't clear who was doing it, but she knew the griffoniness could reach her belt and probably not be seen by the others. Something clicked like a button was being pressed on her belt buckle, and she could hear a very faint beep begin from it.

The boss was far too busy reaming her with his rigid member to care what was going on. The Mistress' pussy was getting quite wet from the way she was being licked. She could even feel the point of the lower part of her beak brushing against her clit sheath.

Then the clasp on one of her pouches came undone. She heard the clasp pop open quite plainly and she imagined everyone else around her did as well. Something, or some things, fell to the ground around them and began to explode. Her nose filled with a strange smell, so she opened her eyes to see them all surrounded by smoke. She could hear coughing and cursing as she began to snort and sneeze as well.

"WHAT THE HAY DID YOU DO?!" screeched the boss as he backed away. But the griffoniness would not back away. It almost seemed like she was protecting the Mistress with her own body. She could feel the feathered wings wrap around her like a shield. The smoke blocked her sight more than a few inches away, but the screech of pain from the griffoniness told her that she was just attacked.

Suddenly, her mind regained focus. She knew what she had to do. The rope began to loosen as it responded to her mind again. It was now obeying her will again. She slid down the pole, landed on her feet and she saw the griffoniness fall beside her.

"Y'ALL JUST WENT AN MADE ME MAD!" she screamed.

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" screeched the boss, "GET THEM!"

She threw all of her normal hoofarangs into the smoke as if she already was trained to fight when she couldn't see clearly, and as the smoke lifted, she could see all of the keythongs but the boss stuck to the wall by the foreleg wrists. She looked down to see that while the griffon's back was clawed pretty badly and pretty well bloodied, it was shallow gashes that would most likely not kill her.

"IT'S JUST YOU AND ME, VARMINT!" she scowled angrily.

But the Boss abandoned his gang members and fled for his life. As he ran into the street, she heard a whooshing sound and another sound like a lightning strike. But she leaned over to start dressing the wounds of the griffoniness. She knew by the sound alone what just happened.

"That's fer savin me," she whispered.

"I couldn't let them rape you," she whimpered, "I just couldn't. You're too good for them. I'm... so sorry..."

"Don't you fret none, miss," she replied, "I promise the hospital will take good care of you."

"They paid me for giving them tips," she said as she choked and sobbed, "They paid me to lead them to victims when I wasn't doing marestitution. I... deserve to go back to jail..."

"You put your life on the line fer me," replied the Mistress, "I'll put in a good word with the police an all. You can get out of this life. YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS!"

"Thank you," she replied as she cried.

Hum-Drum poked his head out of the dumpster as Zapp and Fili-sec dragged the Boss griffin back.

"And I know you were protecting Hum-Drum too," she added, "We both owe you fer that."

"Sorry it took so long to get here," said Zapp, "Fili-sec stopped at at least 20 donut shops on the way over here." She glared at the super speedster as she spoke.

"What?" she replied, "Super speed makes me super hungry!"