All Tied Up And No Place To Come

by Akumokagetsu

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Sex, Power Ponies, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Mane-iac
Length: 3605

The Power Ponies get tricked into a room with a sex machine by the Mane-iac. Shameless fetish clop inbound.

Triggers: machine bondage, power stealing, coiling, rope bondage, drugs, machine fucking, forced orgasms.
Mistress Marevelous and the Masked Matter-Horn investigate a laboratory used by the dreaded Mane-iac in the hopes of putting a stop to her operation. The tip they were given turns out to be a trap, leaving them sealed inside with a machine that just might be the end of them!
Can the Power Ponies escape in time to stop the Mane-iac?

Or are they both... completely fucked?

Commissioned by Sirius_Face!

Published 2014-07-26 08:50:07 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-26 08:50:07 UTC

Hold Me Tight

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The creak and groan of heavy wind sighing over the deserted streets was the only sound to be heard, echoing distinctly down the abandoned docks.

“Have I ever mentioned that places like this remind me o’ some ghost towns I’ve been in?” Mare-velous tossed her braided mane out of the way, worriedly chewing her lower lip as they trotted cautiously down the pier.

“Just because it looks abandoned doesn’t necessarily mean that it is,” the violet clad Masked Matter-Horn frowned, eyes vigilantly scanning the perimeter for any signs of the dreaded Mane-iac’s henchponies. No signs of life aside from a stray seagull passing overhead could be found.

“Naw, I meant some real ghost towns,” Mistress snorted. “Ever buck a ghost?”

“I specifically recall having dismissed this story countless times, Mare-velous,” the unicorn rolled her eyes, the familiar story already nagging at her again. “There are no such things as ghosts.”

“Uh huh,” she grinned as they passed another empty creaking boat. “Tell that to the spook who got nailed in the knackers.”

Matter-Horn rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time, a small smile on her lips as she magically perused the area. The spark alighting her horn vanished after a moment, the strain of upholding a life detection spell slowly easing.

“Think the others have made it by now?” Mistress Mare-velous frowned quietly, keeping up pace beside the unicorn.

“There haven’t been any signal flares like we planned,” Matter-Horn’s eyes darted momentarily to the sky. “So I’m assuming that none of them have found any hidden laboratories yet, either.”

“I still don’t like th’ idea of us splitting up like this…” the freckled heroine wrinkled her nose, hackles raising a little as a cold moaning wind rose behind them. “Seems like a bad idea.”

“I agree, but it was necessary if we’re going to put an end to the Mane-iac’s schemes before she can even start!” Matter-Horn stated firmly. “If that loon actually manages to leak mind control mane gel to the populace, she’ll throw this whole city into chaos!”

“We’re not gonna have to search all of these, are we…?” Mare-velous turned a slanted frown toward the seemingly endless row of buildings beside the river. Grey and icy looking, some even had broken windows from lack of attention. Another shiver rippled up her spine.

“We might have to…” Matter-Horn furrowed her brows, another spark tingling at the tip of her horn. The boarded up windows of one of the structures nearby whistled in the wind. “I’m not picking up anything, our informant might have given us a dud.”

“Wait…!” her compatriot threw a hoof out in front of her, and they froze in place at her behest. Mare-velous’s hoof was cast far ahead, and it took her a moment to realize that she was pointing at a small patch of shadow beside a particularly shoddy looking building.

The shadow moved quickly, a figure darting toward the worn down shell.

Matter-Horn immediately dampened her magic in order to avoid being seen, but the figure was long gone.

“I think we just found the Mane-iac’s laboratory…!” Matter-Horn breathed, picking up speed as they galloped toward the shadowy building.

“You saw ‘im too, right?” Mistress grinned as she began unhooking her enchanted rope from her side. “Took off in there!”

“Don’t let him escape!” she hissed, throwing a thin magical detection field out again and finding nothing as they ran. “It’s probably one of Mane-iac’s henchponies, stop him!”

The door was nearly thrown off its hinges when Mare-velous’s powerful kick rammed into it. The door was surprisingly heavy, reinforced with steel; however, it was no match for an angry mare, clearly.

“Freeze!” Matter-Horn bellowed, blasting a bolt of icy command toward the figure. The entire facility was illuminated for a single instant in a sheen of cruel cerulean, and she came to a quick stop when the figure was halted in its tracks.

“Aw, shucks,” Mare-velous grinned in the dark, shouldering her lasso. “Got to him before me.”

“Alright, buster…” she continued, catching her breath as she slowly treaded toward the now quite still henchpony. A purple light sprang up from her horn, dimly lighting the area. A frown came to her face almost instantly in confusion, and soon Mare-velous shared in her befuddlement.

“… Something’s wrong,” Mare-velous said quietly as they approached the ‘henchpony’ defending the storehouse of supposed mind control chemicals, who turned out to be nothing more than…

“Cardboard?” Matter-Horn’s brows furrowed for the umpteenth time. She followed the frozen figure down to the floor, where it had been guided along by mechanical tracks. The wheels were firmly iced up, but it was already at the end of its trail. Almost as if they were intended to follow-

“It’s a trap!” Matter-Horn yelped in panic. She was too late to escape the massive pink padded clamps that sprang up from metal niches hidden in the floor. One, two, three – six clamps on the end of rickety steel arms had already imprisoned Matter-Horn within moments, and a seventh had slammed itself loudly around her neck by the time she even managed to get off a single spell.

“Crap!” shouted Mare-velous, barely managing to escape the clutches of another set of nearby clamps. They snatched and grabbed hungrily at empty air, and retreated back into their secret positions once they found nothing. Matter-Horn’s attempt to magically free herself resulted in a solitary purple flash, which was almost immediately snuffed out by a sticky pink tube that sprouted rather violently from part of the machine clankingly expanding around the unicorn. The sickly thhhb-squick! noise it made was so thoroughly unexpected and ridiculous that she didn’t know whether to cringe or laugh.

She settled for both.

“This isn’t funny!” Matter-Horn glowered at the orange mare vengefully in the dark. The hose sucking almost painfully on her horn made another squelching noise, and she disgustedly tried to teleport herself out.

Nothing happened.

“You want a hoof there, sugar cube?” Mare-velous smirked as the usually proud unicorn struggled uselessly. “Or are ya just stalling for time?”

“My magic isn’t working…!” she replied in horror.

“Wait, what?”

Mare-velous didn’t have much more time to ponder, as within the next moment the machine clamping down the unicorn did something rather strange and unexpected. Albeit, even more strange and unexpected than it had already done. Matter-Horn was jerked back in one swift motion and made to stand on her rear hooves, and she moaned loudly as a heavy draining sensation overcame her. The machine billowed with a powerful purple glow for just an instant and rattled with a mysterious noise.

“… What,” Mare-velous balked. And that was all the time she had to say before she found her own lasso strangling her.

She jerked in surprise and fear as her beloved and trusty rope turned on her, encompassed in a thin glow as it coiled tightly around her. She barely managed to keep from smashing her face into the floor as she fell, letting out a grunt as she landed. Despite how she kicked, her lasso only squeezed tighter and tighter, grinding its way around her…

A ruddy yellow light flared into existence before them, a rectangular box floating up on one of the steel appendages. The familiar wickedly insane laughter of none other than the Mane-iac herself sneered down at them from the screen, bathing the entire area in the glow.

“Bwa-hahahaha!” the lilac mare cackled gleefully at their position, rubbing her hooves together. “Well, look what we have here! Two little Power Ponies, stumbling stupidly right into my trap!”

“Mane-iac!” Matter-Horn gasped aloud and scowled, distracted momentarily from her predicament. “I should have known it was all ploy!”

“Aww, did your widdle informant lead you astray?” the crazed mare scoffed, tossing back her extensive lime colored mane. “Who could have guessed?”

“What’s goin’ on?” Mistress wriggled on the floor fruitlessly, craning her neck to glower up at the screen. “What did you do, you whack job?”

“Why don’t you ask your little ally?” Mane-iac sniggered, and Mistress turned to the unicorn but her words seemed lost on the way out.

Matter-Horn was moaning still, but not just from the strange sticky pink tube on her horn; her face was flushed and she seemed to be straining to pull herself out as slowly as possible, and her movements were sluggish.

“Sh-she’s abs-ahh! She’s absorbing m-my magic…!” Matter-Horn breathed shakily, twisting this way and that as she fought against the metal container.

“It was so easy!” Mane-iac crowed in victory. “I never actually thought you would be stupid enough to fall for a cardboard cutout, ha ha ha haa!”

“You-you won’t get away with this, Mane-iac…!” Mistress vowed vengefully, growling up at her. She let out another yelp as the breath was pushed from her, her not so trusty lasso completely ignoring her mental commands and instead tightening up on her. She was squeezed tautly against the rope, her lasso pulling and grinding seemingly at her every nook and crevice that it could find.

“Oh, but of course I shall!” the super villain let out another of her trademark evil laughs. “So long as my mechanical magic masher keeps sucking the power out of your little friend, I’ve got you right where I want you, ha ha ha!”

“Quit laughing!” Matter-Horn demanded, kicking in futility as another strong yank made her quaver and shake.

“Come on, Masky…!” Mistress urged the frantic unicorn on, struggling to breathe. “Work your voodoo and get us outta this!”

Matter-Horn drew a deep breath to declare some defiance against the crazed mare, but her words transformed into another muddled moan as a surge of pleasure burned at her belly.

“Oh, your compatriot won’t be doing much aside from orgasming relentlessly…!” Mane-iac giggled madly, covering her mouth a little with her hoof. “With her lust fueled magic powering my machine and claiming that little toy rope of yours, there’s little chance that you’ll be getting out until every last drop has been squeezed from you!”

She cackled wickedly again, and Mistress Mare-velous discovered that she had been telling the truth; she could feel the burning, needing sensation creeping up her thighs and caressing her teats the tighter she was bound. Struggling again only caused her lasso to grind and push against her body even tighter, crushing the air from her lungs again as the pressure on her tender bits escalated intensely.

“You’ll n- aa~hh!” Matter-Horn started, bucking hard against the warming metal putting hard pressure on her clit. The steady draining on her mind and body seemed to be having a nearly hypnotic effect, and the harder she tried to concentrate to cast her magic the more forcefully the machine pulled her essence out. The sensitivity of her horn grew with each passing minute, and she was soon panting heavily as a single spatter of wetness began dripping from between her legs.

“You’ll never get – away with this – you monster!” Mare-velous gasped between breaths, fighting and tensing her muscles as tightly as possible to keep the lasso from grating against her any tighter lest the painful itch down there grow any worse.

“Monster?” the Mane-iac blinked, almost offended. “Oh, puh-lease, you haven’t seen monsters yet. Besides, I’m not completely monstrous…”

The glowing screen swiveled a little toward the far wall, which at the moment seemed leagues away.

“There’s a kill switch over there,” Mane-iac leered down at them from her screen, and it began to flicker. “If you can make it there, you might save yourselves from being drained and shriveled up to nothing – not like you’ll succeed!” she chortled again.

The screen cut out, and dropped to the floor with a crash.

Mane-iac had temporarily considered telling them about what was going to happen to their little bodies when they got to experience their former allies turning on them due to her mind control gel, but it was a little late for that. She simply threw back her mane and laughed, rubbing her hooves together evilly.

“Er… ma’am?” asked one of her henchponies.

“What is it?” she shrieked in sudden anger at being interrupted from her nasty daydream. She found herself returning with a gleeful titter once she saw that they had indeed accomplished what she set out to do for once….

“Oh, this is going to be one hell of a party.”

“… Well,” Mistress Mare-velous grunted after a while of listening to Matter-Horn’s poorly stifled moans of pleasure. “We’re boned.”

“We – we have – oh, oh~hh,” the Masked Matter-Horn rammed hard against the machine, one leg shaking dangerously as she tried to think of anything but the need coursing through her veins. “Kill switch!” she shouted suddenly, face burning. “I can’t focus…!”

“Try harder!” Mare-velous grumbled, and was slowly crushed again. Her ribs began to ache from the painfully enfolding rope wrapping tighter and tighter around her. The longer the unicorn was in the machine, the more roughly that she was going to be strangled by her own lasso.

Mistress fixated her eyes on the darkened far wall, inching toward it ever so sluggishly as she tried to keep from falling over.

“Don’t worry, darlin’…” she huffed breathlessly, the feeling of her rope rubbing tenderly on her snatch distracting her. Why did it have to be so rough…? “We’ll – we’ll get outta this, just gotta-!”

She shivered hard as the rope pulled rigidly on her button, the sticky sound of her own lewdness slipping through the ropes making her blush.

“Wh-what are y-you cumming f-for?” Matter-Horn inquired distractedly, her breathing irregular and shaky as she weakly tried to shake the hose off. “Don’t tell me – ahh, y-ye~s! – you’re enjoying this…?”

“Of course not, Masky!” Mistress tried to bellow, but her voice was strangely feeble as she struggled to continue forward. “Y-you’re the one getting off, yer just projecting!”

“I can’t stop…!” she pleaded, gnawing her lower lip as another electric surge rippled through her body. Her heart slammed in her ears, and her mind went blissfully blank again. Matter-Horn shook it off forcefully when she finally found hoofhold in reality again. “I can’t – it won’t stop, it-it feels too good…”

“Dag-nabbit!” she scowled, as it was clear that her ally was all but useless. Of course she wasn’t getting off to something like this, she wasn’t that kind of mare. It simply must have been the lust in her ambient magic causing… something. Whatever it was, she wasn’t taking responsibility, no matter whether it felt good or not. It didn’t matter just how tightly she was compacted in her rope prison, nor did it matter how wonderfully hot the grinding lasso began to grow as it wound beneath her costume and squeezed her teats, the friction between her lips-

Matter-Horn moaned loudly, jerking her mind back. She hadn’t even noticed when she had stopped crawling, nor how long she had been lying still and enjoying the ride. Not enjoying it of course, she was not enjoying it one bit, there wasn’t even a problem of the lecherous wet trail she had surely left and didn’t have the courage to look at.

“Wall,” she breathed in panic, her own mind and body swiftly becoming enemies. “Wall, wall…!”

“See?” the unicorn hissed as the clamps holding her glowed with yet another spark. Her own pleasure seemed to fold back on herself every time she tried to focus, like her own wants were slowly driving her mad... she could almost taste her own honey as it pooled, like her tongue was on fire as well. “Not s-so easy w-when you’re – oh, oh no, oh yes, oh no…!”

Mistress couldn’t find the strength to speak any longer without her legs giving out. She couldn’t fight back an additional whine of pleasure that pushed through her mouth, the heat swelling painfully in her belly as she crawled inch by inch.

Matter-Horn tensed as much as she could to resist the urge to release her pleasure down her leg again, the giddy euphoria pumping into her. She gasped delightedly as something hot and sticky trickled down her chest, and she peered up to realize that a gluey white goo was beginning to leak from the machine and down her body.

“… Oh, ew…” she breathed, but her thoughts were quickly buried beneath another wave of pleasure.

You can do this… Matter-Horn thought vaguely to herself as she forced her trembling legs to obey her. You can do this, girl. Just ignore it, don’t think about how it pulls and pushes just right, don’t think about bein’ held down while it squeezes up inside-

Unfortunately, she did think about it, and she found herself lying against the cold ground as she reached her peak. She was unable to retain her weakened scream of unwilling craving as the heat leaked through again. There was just no way that she was enjoying this, despite what the dirty noises she was making might have implied.

“Masky…” she puffed at last, unable to even turn her head to ensure that her gasping companion was listening. “I-I just want – hoo, ma~ma! – if’n we don’t get out…”

“I nailed your brother!” Matter-Horn shrieked as she came, gleeful expression widening on her face as she rode the orgasm with delight.

“Whoa, what?”

“It’s true, it’s all true!” she wheezed, riding up and down against the heated clamps in burning need, surge after surge of ecstasy riddling her head. “I submit, it’s true, just oh Titans it feels too good!”

With the grim thought in mind of just how hard she was going to buck Matter-Horn once they got out of this, Mistress Mare-velous dredged herself closer and closer to the kill switch adorning the wall.

Of course, it was higher up than she expected. Then again, she was amazed that she even managed to make it that far, considering just how tightly her lasso was choking the breath out of her. If she had time to think about it, she would have wondered how it hadn’t simply strangled the life out of her yet.

Mare-velous quickly continued with her mission, because the rope seemed to be trying to do just that.

The kill switch itself was a large red knob, almost just out of her reach. Thinking quickly, she inched like a caterpillar and struggled to stand on her hind legs, reaching with the only thing that she could – her mouth.

Just then, Matter-Horn squealed enthusiastically and another bolt of violet energy lit up the room. Promptly afterward, the lasso that had been steadily squishing the life out of her became even tighter. She collapsed to the floor in shock and terror, unable to even draw breath anymore from the tightness.

Not good!

Mistress writhed hard along the floor, the pressure on her groin now unbearably intense. She knew that if she were to give in to the burning itch riding her crotch now, it would be the end of her. But between the lusty moans of the unicorn behind her and the sucking noise of the hose, heated thought after another barged into her head and insisted that maybe orgasming to death wasn’t such a bad way to go.

With one final, almighty yank, Mistress Mare-velous displayed her physical prowess and jerked herself up from the floor, mashing the button with her lips as hard as she could.

The heavy grinding and clanking of powerful machinery filling the air instantly stopped, a cold silence falling over the entire place.

Mistress collapsed in a mixture of sheer relief and exhaustion, her chest rising and falling with each eager breath.

“… Heh,” she coughed at last, weakly pushing the now quite limp rope from her body. “Heh, heh heh heh.”

“Did-did we make it…?” Matter-Horn trembled delicately as she fell from the unlatched machine, much of herself soaked with… herself.

“Glad we’re alive,” Mistress breathed as the unicorn quaveringly helped her to stand. “Because I’m gonna kill you fer rutting my brother.”

They stared at each other for a moment.

A quiet laugh was shared between them as they limped toward the door, careful to avoid any more potential traps.

“Think the loony toon managed to trick any o’ the others…?” Mistress straightened herself up in humiliation, redoing her braid and hoping that Matter-Horn didn’t notice the blatant patch of wetness on her uniform. The unicorn seemed not to hear her for a moment as she dug through the rubble, pulling out a small grey metal box with a blinking green light.

She crushed it with a magical burst.

“… She was watching the whole damned thing,” Matter-Horn seethed quietly, her resolve returning as she kicked the useless recorder away. “I’m willing to bet-”

A deafening roar rattled the remaining windows of the false laboratory, causing each of their ears to perk up in panic.

“… That sounded like Saddle Rager,” Mistress gulped audibly.

“A really, really mad Saddle Rager…!” she replied with an equally nervous look.

Mare-velous’s eyes widened in panic, flickering toward the still open door to the city.

“You-you don’t think Mane-iac actually managed to get some o’ that crazy mind control gel on her, do you…?” Mistress prepared her lasso apprehensively, coiling it at her side.

“I don’t know,” Matter-Horn lit up a spell and narrowed her eyes in determination as the rumbling sound of something massive moving at very high speeds thundered toward them. “But we’re about to find out!”

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Author's Note

Not sure if I should write more of this or not.
:L