An explosion rocked the city of Maretropolis, sending citizens screaming from the source. A small army of pony-sized toy soldiers marched through the streets, occasionally firing a cannon that shattered walls and set out huge streamers of confetti. Marching behind the soldiers, and dancing wildly while doing so, was a crazed-looking unicorn stallion. His natural coat color was lost in a motley of painted-on shades, further disguised by white face paint and a jagged, painted on smile. He wore a tattered outfit that looked like several different types of clown attire had been cut apart and stitched together without regard for style or size.

“Happy day, Maretropolis! Happy day! I'm back! That musty old prison wasn't fun enough for me. The only thing worth celebrating in prison are the days when you don't drop the soap! And look! All my toys were still where I hid them!” The crazed unicorn let out a titanic laugh, and used his magic to wrap several fleeing ponies in the cannon's confetti. “I need to reload this and fire again. Looks like I'll have extra passengers!”

Across town at Power Pony HQ the alarms were already blaring and the mares were on their way out by their various methods. “How did the Trickster manage to escape?” Matter-horn asked through the rush of wind.

“The guards say they have no idea. I wanna know where he got the toys. We smashed those things!” Zapp shouted back, coasting beside Matter-horn.

“We suspected the uncouth fellow had more hidden away. If only we had known where,” Radiance said, conveying herself along on a flying couch.

“We have to get there before any... thing...” Matter-horn's serious look fell to shocked disbelief as the mares reached the scene and found utter devastation.

The cannon had been soundly smashed, and the ponies freed from the grip of the confetti. The innocent ponies had been shuffled off to safer zones and protected from potential harm, while two hulking bipeds crushed their way through the toy soldiers. One looked to be a huge minotaur covered in metal plates, which occasionally bulged as he swung a fist or a hoof to break another giant toy. The other was a hunched and cloaked figure, the disguise obscuring all the details but he looked to be a Diamond Dog, who was similarly smashing through the robotic minions.

With the small army defeated the Trickster could only back away, still smiling his insane smile. “Very well... perhaps that was a bit much. I'll be more subtle next time. I'll bomb three buildings, but only tell two of them, but lie about one of them. I'll offer you a series of clues each more puzzling than the last to tell you wh-”

A single punch from the big metal bovine silence the Trickster, while the Dog followed up with a solid punch to his gut. “Shut your word hole, you madcap miscreant!” The minotaur shouted.

“You me-” The Dog caught himself in the middle of a word and considered it, “You mad monster! What kind of creature does this?” He had a very minor accent, just the last dregs of someone that trained themselves out of another language.

“I'm here to educate you on how stupid love is and that life is pain and things blowing up for the sake of blowing up!” The Trickster said, getting a bovine hoof to the gut for his troubles.

“Like Tartarus it is! Life's about living and being safe. If someone tried to deny, you make them cry!” The minotaur bellowed, slapping the Trickster across the face.

“That was a stupid plan anyway. You were the proximate cause of all the explosions. You may as well just blow up three buildings and not bother. It makes no sense you empty-minded waste of skin,” the Dog noted, securing chaining the Trickster while he groaned.

The painted smile on the stallion's face was smeared up, and couldn't hide his wincing and sucking gasps. He spit out a blob of blood and a tooth while looking fearfully at the two who had caught him. “Th-this is wrong! You're supposed to give me a chance to escape and hurt others! You can't just beat me up! I'm an important villain!”

“Good! We get paid extra then. Money on your head, alive or dead,” The minotaur growled out, shaking a huge fist at the cringing clown. “We caught you alive but you don't need to stay that way. Sounds like it would be better if you didn't.”

“Leave the poor sociopath alone. He can rot away in prison forever, if they imprison him right. Weld him in the cell and never let him see the light of day. He doesn't deserve it,” The Dog said with a nod. “You give clowns a bad name. You give villains a bad name. Say, what did they call these kinds of fake philosophers back where you were from, that made things up and pretended they were clever and trying to teach a lesson about something that doesn't really exist?”

“Mouth-shitters,” The bull responded. “It sounds better in the original language. But, let's get him in and get paid.”

“Hold it right there!” Matter-horn shouted, slowly drifting to the ground on her mechanical wings, joined in short order by the rest of the Power Ponies. “Who are you?”

“Don't mind us. We saw an opportunity and took it,” The Dog said, nodding reflexively to each mare in turn, just shy of a bow each time.

“My... manners...” Radiance whispered softly, tilting her head and attempting to see under the hood of the Dog.

“Yeah? Well ya took it in our city!” Zapp shouted. “And we don't like things getting taken in our city!”

“What? You want us to let him go? We were here, we did the job and we protected all those ponies. All the gain, no pain. So why make a fuss?” The bull asked.

Matter-horn looked over at the ponies, who were coming out of the impromptu shelters. They looked perfectly fine. The shelters were actually a very good touch, the kind of thing that could protect civilians in war, at least as a temporary measure. “Please forgive Zapp, she's a little territorial. I think we all are. We're the ones that protect Maretropolis, with full sanction, subsidy and support. But, the important thing is that the bystanders were protected and the villain defeated. He looks a little, um, worse for wear. More than usual, really...”

“We... felt it was necessary to subdue him. So we had to apply reasonable force to restrain him,” The Dog explained, rubbing lightly at the back of his hooded head..

“And so well-spoken...” Radiance whispered again.

“I think they broke my funny bone. And several actual bones. And organs I probably use. And my teeth!” The Trickster cried, rattling his chains and looking pleadingly up at the Power Ponies.

“You shouldn't have been hurting those ponies! He was going to fire them out of a cannon, without safety gear. Wear the gear 'cause life is dear!” The bull shouted in the Trickster's face. “Life matters, and is the most important thing there is. Remember that or I'll squish your head like a grape.”

“He seems so caring,” Saddle Rager whispered across to Radiance, a smile on her face as she watched the bull threaten the Trickster with head-squishing.

“While there is a certain brutishness about him he does seem to care about life, much as you do,” Radiance whispered back. “But that mysterious fellow intrigues me more. He had good manners and a fine intellect.”

“We can escort you to the prison, and help get the Trickster settled where he belongs,” Matter-horn said diplomatically, flapping her artificial wings to put her in the air.

“And what of our pay?” The Dog asked.

“'Pay'? What do you mean? Like a reward?” Matter-horn asked.

“Reward, fee, pay, bounty. Whatever you call it. It's how we make a living,” The bull said. “We're mercenary heroes. Getting a check is how this usually ends up.”

“Oh! Mercenaries! That explains how you settled the bystanders in shelters so quickly and well. You've been in war zones,” Matter-horn said.

“They've been in war? Well what're y'all doin' here? Ain't no wars in this city,” Mare-velous asked.

“It's what we do, not what we like,” the Dog clarified quickly.

“We've been peacekeeping, paid to settle conflicts before there was too much death and destruction. Supers are ideal for that. But it's a hard life. We thought we'd go somewhere safe, where they appreciate life,” The bull added.

“And then we found this guy destroying things,” The Dog said, lightly cuffing the Trickster on the ear.

“So, we figured... chances are, someone this destructive is worth some money in chains. And of not, hey, pro bono work is good advertising,” the bull said with a thumbs up, wink and click of his tongue that by chance happened to all look aimed at Saddle Rager.

“He really cares,” Saddle said with a blush, her head turning down but her eyes remaining on the smiling bull.

“Well, come on. I'm sure the mayor will pay some reward for the capture of the Trickster. There's usually a reward anyhow, it just takes a while to print the posters,” Matter-horn said with a motion of her head.

“Allow me,” Radiance said, trapping the Trickster in an energy construct that looked like a wrought iron birdcage and sliding up to the Dog, who almost seemed to shrink down and turn away. “This is so much easier.”

“Thank you. I didn't like the idea of him bleeding on me the whole way,” The Dog said, affecting a stronger tone than he had before.

“So, um, what are your names?” Saddle asked, taking up the pace beside the huge bull.

“Well, my name's Iron Willie!” Iron stated proudly, pumping his fist. Up closer, his outfit seemed to be a bodysuit of a material similar to what the Power Ponies wore, with metal plates attached with very little consideration for style.

“Yes, and my name is Diamond Dong,” Diamond said, throat catching ever so slightly on the name, while he stood proudly. Beneath the heavy cloak he, too, looked to be in a bodysuit, that covered every inch of him.

“My... what, er... interesting names you have,” Radiance said, a blush darkening her cheeks.

“We're mercenaries. Gotta expect that out of us. Bold, forward, and just a little bad,” Iron laughed, throwing a winning smile down at Saddle.

“O-oh my...” Saddle whispered, a blush nearly taking over her whole face.

“I can't believe we're actually helping them!” Zapp hissed aside at Matter-horn as they glided above the others, keeping in view to lead the newcomers along.

“What did you want to do, fight them?” Matter-horn queried, scowling slightly.

“I could take them. Just a minotaur and... I guess that's a Diamond Dog. Hiding in a big cloak. Coward...” Zapp said with a grumble.

“Maybe we could take them on, maybe not. We shouldn't antagonize newcomers, especially those who are also on the side of justice,” Matter-horn said.

“They're mercenaries! And while that's cool they're on the side of money,” Zapp countered.

“Mercenary heroes,” Matter-horn corrected. “They do the right thing, but they also pick up a paycheck. Not all supers are like us, Zapp. They can't all be lucky enough to have sanction, a headquarters and a secure job defending a whole city. Reality makes some things necessary.”

“But this is our city, we don't need mercenaries in it,” Zapp grumbled.

“They stopped the Trickster and saved civilian lives in the process. They did a good thing. They deserve some reward. And they even got him to quiet down,” Matter-horn noted.

“Yeah, I'll give 'em that. I've wanted to smack that idiot more than a few times. Fine, I’ll be okay with them, but remember, this is our city, not theirs,” Zapp said firmly.

“Yes, I know. It's ours. Just don't urinate all over the city to prove a point,” Matter-horn said with a roll of her eyes.

A large, metal cart, which had only a single barred window and a door at the back to prevent it from being completely sealed, rolled down the streets of Maretropolis. It was marked with indicia from The Lovecraft Memorial Asylum for the Magically Overpowered. It was pulled along by four police officers, while four more galloped along at the back. The whole procession stopped in front of the Power Ponies HQ building, where there was already a more casual enclosed carriage that had marking indicating it was from Foals' Services.

Hum Drum dashed out of the front door of the imposing granite edifice, eagerly standing between the two conveyances. The four following officers carefully opened the back of their transport, backing away as Mane-iac, who was nude save for the unobtainium bands clamped tightly on her mane and tail, slowly stepped out.

Hum Drum made his way over to her and ran a hand over the spines on his head. “Hey there, Mane-iac. It's really great to have you here. I made sure...”

“Where is Sassy?” Mane-iac snapped, looking down on Hum Drum with a mix of anger and desperation.

“Th-the Foals' Services folks have her. They're waiting for you, and waiting for me to kind of sign off on you,” Hum Drum said, pointing to the other carriage.

“Good. Remember, this is about Sassy... and... you...” Mane-iac said with a something of a sigh. “I don't have much but I do have luggage. They graciously let me have some paper bags at the nuthatch. Get them down for me.”

“Right away!” Hum Drum called out in a chipper tone, leaping into the prison transport and hopping back out again a short while later with two large paper grocery bags that had been rolled closed at the top. “What did you bring with you?”

“My psychological reports, my discharge papers, a bunch of stupid pamphlets on stress and therapy they demanded I take, my old outfit... and the picture of me holding Sassy right after she was born,” Mane-iac said, her tone moving from grumbling to happy.

Hum Drum strolled up to the Foals' Services carriage, where he was met by a unicorn mare in a sharp business suit. “Mister Hum Drum, my name is Happy Home, and I'm your caseworker for this new phase in custody. We've completed our inspections and found that while there are some questionable safety issues, overall this location is suitable for a foal, and the usual occupants are acceptable. We've also received the reports on your... partner's mental state and found them acceptable. I need you to sign some papers agreed to by Foals' Services and the Department of Rehabilitation.”

“I'll sigh anything! As long as I get to have Sassy and her mother living here with me,” Hum Drum said, setting the bags aside and reaching up for the papers.

“I wish all parents were as dedicated and happy about their children as you,” Happy said, using her magic to pull a clipboard and a pen from her vehicle. “Sign and date the bottom of each page and be sure you read and consider them carefully before you do so. It's mostly standard boilerplate; you agree to regular inspections, you agree to certain requirements in terms of medical care, you accept responsibility for both your daughter and her mother, you agree that violations or certain observations could result in one or both being removed from the premises.”

“I know, I know, our lawyer told me about this already,” Hum Drum grumbled, rapidly signing every page and handing the clipboard back.

Happy looked over the documents and floated the clipboard back into her carriage, another floating out and to Mane-iac. “Now you. This is a similar set of agreements, but yours requires you undergo drug tests, medical exams and a regular mental health screening. You will also need to see a parole officer with regularity, you cannot move off of these premises, and you will be required to attend parenting classes two hours a day three days a week.”

“Yes, yes, they told me at the asylum, and the angry guy from Rehabilitation gave me the score. I know...” Mane-iac grabbed the clipboard form the air and angrily sighed all the pots required of her before all but tossing it back at Happy. “Now let me see my daughter!”

“In a strange way I wish we had more parents like you, too. You're going through a lot just to see your child and in a sense it's admirable...” Happy said, opening the carriage door and levitating out a pink-colored bassinet. Resting withing was Sassy, all swaddled in pink blankets. She resembled a scaled pony foal, with a more squarish and draconic muzzle. Her mane was composed of flexible scales that wavered slightly, though not like the tendrils that her mother had. A small yawn revealed tiny fangs, and her open eyes showed slitted pupils and bright green eyes. Her color was that of her parents, coat the green of Mane-iac's mane and scale-mane the purple of Hum Drum's own body.

Mane-iac eagerly took hold of the bassinet and nuzzles down at Sassy. A huge, sincere smile spread across her face. “Sassy... my little Sassy... I finally have you...”

“And now we can be a family,” Hum Drum chimed, with pride in his voice as she stood up beside Mane-iac.

“Yes... a family...” Mane-iac said, her smile dropping a little, but not going away as she nuzzled at her daughter's plump little belly and draconic talons. “Let's get settled in. At least moving like this is less involved than setting up a new hideout.”

“That phase of your life is over, or should be. Remember your agreements...” Happy began.

“I know, I know. Walk the line or Sassy gets taken away and I go back to the puzzle factory. I know. I'll never lose her again...” Mane-iac said softly, planting a kiss on the end of Sassy's snout.

The asylum transport and carriage from Foals' Services both took off, leaving Hum Drum and Mane-iac standing in front of Power Pony HQ. Hum Drum broke the awkward stillness with a cough and the taking up of Mane-iac's bags. “Come on, I'll show you to my room... our room. This is our family home now.”

“Yes, I know. My new home...” Mane-iac said with a hidden smile.

Hum Drum led Mane-iac through the twisting corridors of the place, the décor changing from neoclassical to futuristic industrial, with a lot of polished metal and cameras. “Don't mind how it was decorated. Matter-horn had final say on how the inside would look. Radiance was really upset but this is supposed to make for a more serious work environment.”

“Reminds me of the asylum, but with nicer materials and no bodily fluids on the walls and floor,” Mane-iac noted, blandly, as she trotted along on three legs, Sassy's bassinet held in her right front leg.

“Don't... go near Zapp's room with a black light. Or Fili-second's,” Hum Drum said with a blush and light rub at the back of his head.

He led her on through the building until they reached a sliding metal door. It had been painted green and purple, and had a sign on it which read, 'Hum Drum's Quarters. No Unauthorized Entry. This means you, Fili. Stop stealing my candy and soda.' Sliding the door open revealed a rather ordinary square room, deep and tall enough to be comfortable, with provided shelving and a closet. The walls were plastered with posters of the Power Ponies, news clippings (including the ones about both times Hum Drum defeated Mane-iac) and various pinups and glossies of beautiful mares. A large table held some action figures and half-built models, along with a framed photograph, which Mane-iac was drawn to.

The frame was rather nice, pure silver with a small wavering band of gold. It showed Mane-iac in the prison infirmary, her mane clamped down in the unobtainium bands, sweat all over her body, and a look of tired happiness on her face. She was holding Sassy and looking down at her, while Hum Drum was beside her, on the verge of tears, with a giant smile on his face. “This picture... you... you have it too? You keep it out?”

“Well... yeah...” Hum Drum blushed a little. He had ducked into the closet where he changed out of most of his attire. He came out in a casual red robe, his mask still on. “I show everyone.”

“You honestly show them that... you were with me?” Mane-iac opened one of her paper bags and dug out her own copy of the photograph. Hum Drum was folded back but she often saw him when the photograph unfolded itself. The happiest day of her life, no matter how it had come about.

“I am with you. I've been telling everyone you were coming. The girls got sick of me talking about it. I told grocery clerks, pizza guys, the dry cleaners, everybody I met,” Hum Drum said with pride, strolling up to Mane-iac. “You can put Sassy in the crib I bought for her. There's one here and in the playroom when it's naptime. L-let me get it!”

Mane-iac had to consider what he had said. As Hum Drum dug the crib box out from the closet she had to scowl. How common, how domestic, how unlike anything she had chosen. She was a supervillainess. She was mentioned in the same breath as the great ones like the Trickster and the Ghoul. Yet... she was roundly mocked in the press and by others. She was defeated as often as the others, and by the Power Ponies. But she had been defeated by a sidekick. Twice!

She was also mocked for her crimes, the hair-related capers and her styled-up minions looking like salon workers and all the hair-care themes of her equipment. She did her best, but her focus was on the formative influence in her life, and that was what had happened to her mane. It wasn't her fault that was where the fixation had settled. She had been doing her best. Then the capture of the Power Ponies, the impregnation and... her impregnation.

She wanted to be bitter and hateful about it, but she couldn't, not with Sassy being the outcome. The very moment she had held the sweet dragon-pony she was taken. All her brightest and happiest moments paled before holding Sassy close to her. Sassy was a connection to the insufferable sidekick that had defeated her but she still had some connection to him. Sassy seemed to like him very well, and keeping her happy was the most important thing.

During her reverie Hum Drum had managed to knock together the crib, with only a few instances of having it fall apart on him. He gave it a kick to test its solidity and stood proudly beside it. “Here you go. There's plenty of blankets and baby clothes. I got them specially made for kirin. Extra durable to survive the claws and gnawing.”

“Such an odd term... I know that is the name in the dragon lands, but I always thought of her as a dragon-pony,” Mane-iac said. She looked down to the cooing and smiling bundle in the bassinet and regarded her draconic features. “But it's her heritage. I can call her a kirin too.”

Hum Drum smiled, then tried to affect his most 'suave' pose by the closet door. “So... the girls are going to be out for a while, and they never open my door without knocking... we've been apart for a while...”

Mane-iac wanted to be disgusted by the proposition, but she had to confess... even when she had been dominating him she had been enjoying herself. He was so good at pleasing her he had reversed the situation. It had been delicious, and she had been without for a while. With no tendrils she had been forced to try and masturbate with the clumsy unresponsiveness of her hoof. Though born an earth pony she had grown attached to the pleasure of tendril-stimulation. “With our daughter here? You should know better.”

“Matter-horn told me babies don't start forming memories for a while, and the oldest ones are the most indistinct. I don't know why she told me that, or knew that. I think it was just in case she got lucky while her kid was in her room and I was going to complain about it, but... it's good to know.”

Mane-iac looked down at Hum Drum with a lifted brow. He was so earnest, so eager. He had probably been dreaming about having her back. He certainly wasn't bad looking. And the happier she made him, the easier it would be to get around his notice. She slowly set Sassy down in the crib and strolled over to Hum Drum, caressing his head with a hoof. “I'll be honest... it will take some time for a more serious relationship to form. But I think we both have needs and both know where we want to go...”

Hum Drum looked momentarily stunned. He hadn't figured on it being so easy or immediate. “Uh, um, yeah! Th-that's right! No, I get it! We can't just zip into a relationship but we can get to the other stuff. Um... so I guess...”

Mane-iac's smile grew more coy. Such an inexperienced fellow. She had probably been his first. His innocent eagerness suddenly made sense. She leaned down to test her guess by planting a kiss on his lips. The press was slack and unresponsive at first, but grew harder as he leaned forward. His technique was nonexistent, merely mashing his smoothly pebbled lips to her mouth, occasionally opening to let his thin and agile tongue out for a few licks at her lips and teeth. She broke the kiss with a soft sigh and winked at him. “So what should we do?”

Hum Drum looked paralyzed. His eyes had grown wide and his mouth hung slightly slack. His brain had seemingly ground to a halt shifting gears from the kiss to planning sexual escapades. “Uh, let's... let's try... well we go to the bed then I could...”

Mane-iac placed a hoof gently over Hum Drum's lips, silencing him. He seemed to be a chronic chatterer. She'd need to do something about that. “I know where this is going. It leaves me potentially pregnant again, not such a bad thought in the end, but it also leaves me bloated and sore.”

“Yeah... sorry about that...” Hum Drum said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Dragons start out with a copious issue, because it maximizes the chance. And lady dragons are, well, tougher than non-scaled women.”

“I somewhat suspected as much...” Mane-iac said, a hoof instinctively rubbing her belly, remembering her distention, the fullness of her womb and the rather embarrassing trot to prison.

“I promise I won't do that to you again. We can... wait until it's safe for you to do that, just so you don't get pregnant,” Hum Drum suggested.

“That is a possibility as well...” Mane-iac said. “But I'd still swell up.”

“Well, you know...” Hum Drum blushed terribly and turned his head away. “Y-you looked really pretty with the big belly. I didn't mean to do it but it felt nice and you were enjoying it... weren't you?”

Mane-iac huffed but nodded. “It was... interesting. Dragon magic must be subtle but powerful. I was distended and yet I did not feel any discomfort. It was no more annoying than when I was pregnant. The stretching simply... happened,” Mane-iac noted.

“It's how we can do that without hurting our partners. It makes the body able to contain all the issue. Or at least that's what Matter-horn told me,” Hum Drum said.

“In hind sight I will admit the experience was new. In a different time, a different place, without the crushing sting of defeat and degradation before the world... it might have been fun,” Mane-iac said. “But perhaps... not as a first time with you here. That should be saved.”

“Right, right, no that's totally for special occasions,” Hum Drum said, the front of his robe already tenting out.

Mane-iac didn't miss the tenting of the fabric, remembering the dark puce pole with the pebbly bumps, so thick and long it almost looked pasted on to the earnest but diminutive dragon. “Maybe... something else...”

“What kind of so- whoa!” Hum Drum's question was cut off as Mane-iac deftly brought her hooves over to untie the belt of the robe and part the front, letting the half-hard rod out into the open. It had slipped from Hum Drum's slit, as had his generous, scaled sac. The outsized organ was on track once more to be the soupcan-thick monstrosity that had been brought to bear against her before. The bulbous glans below the vaguely pointed tip, the smooth pebble-like bumps to provide a textured ride. All the familiar elements.

Mane-iac slowly let her tongue trace across the tip and over the glance, licking and lapping along the ring that was there. It was an inviting experience, since Hum Drum bathed regularly. His natural spicy dragon musk was cut with the scent and flavor of flowery cleansing products. Her lips pursed and wrapped snugly around the head, the puffy pillows pushing down and loosening again, while she added a gentle suction. Her tongue continued to flick and lap along the flesh caught in her mouth, washing over the various textured portions.

Her head pushed lower, a soft moan emerging from her as her lips were gently rubbed by the smooth bumps along the shaft of the thick tool. Her mouth had to stretch out, to the edge of her comfort, to take her down past the crown. She was managing but it was an effort. A hoof reached back between her legs, to clumsily grind and flick at her button and work her folds as best she could. The thought of how girthy and long it was cut through all the memories she had of defeat. She could take the opportunity to savor it.

Hum Drum was transported in bliss, his hands twitching and held out to his sides, his eyes rolled up in his head while his mouth hung slack, nearly drooling. He was still such a virgin, even after having had his experience with Mane-iac before. Once again, she was providing a brand new experience. The softness of her lips and the smooth sucking got his hips to roll, smooth and slow in gentle, lazy thrusts.

His cockhead was already drooling out a dribble of warm and musky precum, which came out in a flow comparable to the copiousness of his cum. It was a lot to swallow my Mane-iac did. It wasn't unpleasant at all, and actually warmed her belly as she sucked it down. Her hoof worked at her folds with greater eagerness but no better control or technique. She was wet and on edge but could only slide the fluid around. She groaned softly in frustration, the vibration running down Hum Drum's length.

The new sensation, the sudden vibrating hum, made Hum Drum gasp and snap his eyes open. He looked down on Mane-iac and had the sudden realization, he was really doing this. He was with Mane-iac again, and he was free. She was willingly wrapping her lips around his rod, letting her tongue wash across his draconic flesh. He let out a titanic, shuddering moan, and stroked his hands down her head, caressing the restrained, fleshy tendrils of her mane.

His lust-fogged eyes cleared enough for his to see Mane-iac's long, slender leg down between her legs, rubbing and tapping away. Another frustrated groan buzzed his pole and he seized up in pleasure. But once it had passed he started to understand. His hips pulled slowly back, drawing the textured length out of Mane-iac's mouth with loud, lewd slurp and a pop as the tip pulled from her lips. “H-hey, you know this feels good but... it looks like... we may have to do it the other way.”

Mane-iac's mouth hung open for a bit before she closed it with a snap and a small snarl. “I'm loathe to admit you're right. But you are. I've had these tendrils for so long I lost my earth pony skills. I had to learn how to use utensils by hoof again at the asylum. And my technique is... unpolished. Getting off never used to be a problem...”

Memories of the prior encounter came flooding back. The tendril sodomy, the drilling of his mouth, Mane-iac's gloriously full, beautiful, smooth, rounded rump pressing like soft pillows of tender flesh around his face. Hum Drum's cock gave a jump and a sudden heavy squirt of precum as the memory washed over him. “Wh-why not let me help? Um, you sort of... sat on my face before. And I was taking care of you. Y-you said you liked it. I could even spank you, just a little, like you said you wanted but never got.”

Mane-iac had to lift a brow as she considered Hum Drum. He might have been virginal but he had a mind like a very perverse guy. The face-sitting had been to humiliate him, but he had been affected by it. In truth, she had never felt so much pure pleasure before. The sting of the spanking, the audacity of her rear slapped so casually, the feel of her sex grinding on his scaled face while his mouth and tongue worked at her heated lips, ate her like no male had ever done, and probably never could.

Her sex dripped, hoof still over the wet passage as her honey flowed across her nail and frog. She had lost because of that, but until the moment she lost, she felt like a triumphant winner, and felt a delight that still resonated in her. “I may just be flexible enough to keep on treating you to a good suckle while you tend to me. It would be a good compromise.”

“Sure! Compromise. That's what it is. Let me just...” Hum Drum grabbed a pillow off of his bed, and then dashed to a clear wall. He settled himself down on the floor and leaned back, with the pillow behind his head and his erection bobbing before him, throbbing and spitting precum in time with his heartbeat. “There we go, just right.”

Mane-iac was conflicted, to say the least. She still had plenty of reasons to despise him. Yet with him sitting down his implausible shaft looked all the bigger, and his gaze was so... eager yet uncertain. He wanted everything to go right. She just strolled casually along to him, stepping over him, swinging a rear leg over his head just so he could get a good look at her milk-swollen teats before she settled her large, padded, generous butt over his head.

She hovered the pair of bulbous bubbles over Hum Drum's face for a silent, significant moment, his look changing to one of pure happiness as he contemplated the titanic tush. His world reduced to the size of the ample ass as it came closer, filling his vision with the cleft, the puckered anus, the spread and dripping slit. It was all coming for his face. The first contact brought a moan from his mouth, which was muffled as the fattened cooch slowly pressed down around his snout, just like it did back when.

Mane-iac hissed softly, the smooth scales gliding wonderfully across her heated flesh, followed by the penetration of the snout and the sudden, eager motions of Hum Drum's mouth. He opened and closed it quickly as he nibbled in her sex, his scaled shin rubbing across her clit while his long, strong tongue swirls and flicked around against the lips. She settled back and down more, making the facesitting literal and proper, just like she had the last time, and just like Hum Drum had said he wanted.

Hum Drum couldn't breathe, but had sucked in a good, deep breath of musky and delicious air. His lungs were filled with the scent of Mane-iac. It made his cock throb all the more powerfully and stand taller. He had missed the scent of a lustful mare, one that was getting hot over what he was doing. He nuzzled his snout around in her slit, twisting and rubbing his scales around on the sensitive flesh. He still had no idea what he was doing, but he had read some things and was just trying out whatever he thought might work.

Mane-iac cried out in delight as the pleasure rose, her eyes squeezed tight and her lips pulled back, exposing her teeth entirely, looking like a rictus of pain, but she was in no kind of pain. It was pure pleasure that was surging through her form as Hum Drum used all his passion to work at her. She mashed back a bit more, settling her weight on Hum Drum's face more, but just a hair from being impossible to escape.

She looked down and was reminded of the source of her willingness to follow through, and her agreement. The thick pole of dragon flesh spat precum up towards her face like a geyser, the strength of the jets making the liquid almost reach her. She dipped her head down with some uncertainty, the slow nature of the move allowing her face to be splashed with more than a few thick, heavy shots of the musky and slippery fluid. Her tongue traced a trembling path along her lips, licking up the salty, spicy precum and shivering over the flavor. She loved it, everything about it.

Mane-iac wrapped her lips around the bulbous head again and took long, loud swallows of the precum that surged into her maw. Her tongue swiped across the surface of the cock, while she focused on keeping her position. She had bent nearly in half to keep her ass on Hum Drum's face and her head bobbing over his raging erection. She had to see-saw herself along, gulping down the jaw-stretching pole and pulling her ass away from Hum Drum's face, if only a bit, then mashing the fat bottom down onto his face once more, rubbing herself on his scaled and taking his snout into her.

It was beyond pleasure for Hum Drum. He was getting more than he had imagined from his first time being with Mane-iac again. The delightful squish of the fattened cheeks around his face seemed even cushier than before. Even prison and asylum food couldn't halt the arrival of pregnancy weight. He breathed in quick gulps when she pulled away, each held breath released with a tremendous moan from the scent of her femininity which permeated his senses. Adding to it all Mane-iac's mouth was like magic, a sensual melange of puffy lips and silken tongue, rumbling moans and cooling puffs of breath from her nose as she panted.

His hips jerked upwards, stuffing an extra inch of his length into her stretched mouth and yanking it back that much more. He almost forgot the other part of his promise to her, lost in pleasure as he was. His hands reached up and laid a few heavy slaps across the soft and wobbling cheeks that were pressing on either side of his face. He didn't have much strength to speak of, but he had no trouble smacking at several places at many angles, such that he never hit the same place twice, liberally covering her thick backside with sharp, warming swats.

Mane-iac choked lightly on Hum Drum's rod when the strikes started raining down on her ass. She had tried a few smacks on herself, and found that hooves were worse for spankings than they were for masturbation when out of practice. He was so eager, and without great strength each strike felt just right, raising no welts or bruises but making her backside glow with the wide spread of the impacts. She bobbed her head faster in appreciation, with the added effect of working her sex faster on Hum Drum's face.

The increase in speed, as well as the priming of anticipation and previous sucking set Hum Drum off. He gave a shuddering thrust that held up, moaning and nearly growling against Mane-iac's sex as he unleashed. The first heavy shot of cum splattered against the back of her throat and made her gag loudly. She was flooded with thick shots of seed before her head could pull back. The thick and heavy globs of seed fulled her mouth, swelling her cheeks and filling her throat.

Mane-iac avoided a belly-swelling but yanking her head up and off of the jetting cock, the bursts so thick and heavy there was an almost constant flow of cum between each heavy squirt. She gasped loudly and gave a loud, moan, her eyes rolled up in her head from the feel of the hot cream sliding down her throat, the taste, and the grind of her ass on Hum Drum's face while her roared against her sex. She didn't even care that cream was bubbling out of her nose, and that the high arcs of semen were all splattering over her head. It was just fortunate that they were far away from Sassy's crib.

Hum Drum ground and shook his face against Mane-iac's slit, roaring, moaning and licking hard wherever he could. His actions in the throes of his orgasm touched off hers. He knew it when he heard her give a wet, gurgling moan and cry, as well as felt a hot squirt of hot honey across his face, right into his open mouth. He swallowed that lucky shot with a snarling moan, and set his tongue to lashing between her lips to gather more delicious nectar.

Mane-iac groaned out loudly, her head slumping forward while her ass wiggled softly against Hum Drum's head as he licked her through the aftermath of her climax. She sucked in a huge breath and let it out as a sigh. “And even after all that... well, you remember that I can do this more than once. That I did.”

“So I've heard. Zapp can go like, five times. Fili is the one that only goes once, which is weird...” Hum Drum mumbled out against Mane-iac's backside. “But, well... I was saving that one up. So... yeah...”

“You can rest there, that works for me,” Mane-iac said.

“Here...” Hum Drum moved away from Mane-iac's backside and slipped his robe completely off, completely exposing his body. He set the pillow down on the floor and carefully laid himself out on it, while his organ slowly slipped back into his slit. Laying out on the pillow allowed the smooth fins on his back to be exposed. “As long as you're going to sit on me, you can rub all over something that feels nice.”

Mane-iac actually considered it, and idly wiped at the seed covering her face. “I don't believe that you actually like that... but it... seems appealing.”

“You're soft, it's warm, and we're together. Now come on, if you want to,” Hum Drum mumbled, face-down on the pillow and looking completely relaxed.

Mane-iac trotted over and once more straddled Hum Drum's body. She slowly lowered her ample backside and settled herself on one of the fins just behind his neck. The smooth and rigid fin slid between her lips and teased at her flesh, making her shiver just a bit. She slowly dragged her body down, sliding up and off the fin, only to meet the next one against her clit, which she slowly dragged over the face of the smooth surface. A shivering moan dripped from her lips and a hoof slid along her mutated mane.

As the second fin ground on her flesh she noted just a slight motion of the unobtainium bands holding her mane's tendrils in their immobile state. The shots of dragon cum had gotten all over the restrained mane and made the bands move, if only a tiny bit. As she worked herself on the agreeable Hum Drum's back a plan began to form. She had another plot in the works but this could also work. With enough treatments spread out over time no one would notice until she worked the bands off. And given how eager and happy he had been, Hum Drum would gladly provide the means of her escape.

Mane-iac's smile pulled even wider. Her pleasure had just gotten all the more delightful.

Author's Note

Yes: That is an Ozy and Millie reference.

What is? Guess. If you guess you get a virtual cookie.