The door flung open hard; it could hardly have hit the wall with greater force if Rainbow Dash had broken it down. All but giggling with glee, she trotted inside and flicked on the lights.
Posters covered every square inch of wallspace. Wonderbolts posters, mainly—merchandise that Dash had picked up after years of races and shows. Now that she was rooming full-time at a real Wonderbolts training facility, she’d felt it was kind of tacky to keep so many up, but had eventually figured that it was her room, and she’d be damned if she’d toss out her favorite posters just because she might finally be featured in some of them.
Mixed in were a good number of pictures of herself, usually paired with another five familiar ponies. One in particular caught Dash’s eye: a painting of those same six ponies dressed up in superhero costumes. Each one had struck a heroic pose, but it was the one flying above the crowd that Dash zoomed in on. A bright blue pegasus, clad in a storm-blue costume, smirked at the “viewer” as bolts of lightning crashed behind her.
The Power Ponies. She’d never known Fluttershy could draw that well, but she’d been over the moon when she’d received a copy of their stylized ‘alter egos’ from their trip into that enchanted magazine. She could still feel the rush of electricity crackling through her veins as power sang out from her hooves. A grin on her face, she heaved the saddlebags off of her back and spilled them onto her bed. A mess of dirty uniforms, half-eaten snacks, and other assorted stuff flooded out.
It took a few moments of sifting for Dash to find what she was looking for beneath all that crap. “C’mon,” she muttered. “It’s gotta be in here somewhere.”
Finally—“Ah-ha!” she said triumphantly. “Gotcha.” She held up a rumpled-looking magazine. It was an issue of Power Ponies—and, more importantly, a special magical edition.
It’d taken her months to dig this up. She’d had to put in a back order with the comic store Spike had visited, and had wound up at Wonderbolt bootcamp before she’d finally gotten a letter telling her that the store had ordered it. Well, she finally had her hooves on it, and she wasn’t about to let this chance get away from her.
The chance to be Zapp again...to feel the energy rippling through her hooves, the power pounding in the back of her head. It was incredible. She glanced disinterestedly across the back cover—the synopsis described some half-assed, generic adventure whose story mattered less than the chance to actually be a Power Pony—and flung it open to the first page.
“Congratulations!” she read, scanning the first few lines. “You have purchased a special Golden Edition of the Magical Power Ponies. While enjoying your custom Power Ponies Adventure™, please remember a few things.”
She skimmed the next few lines—a bunch of warnings, something about custom story modification. Blah, blah, blah. She had no intention of messing with the plot until she was already in the story; there’d be no fun in living out a comic that she already knew the ending to.
She flipped to the next page. “Place hoof here,” a large, friendly circle informed her, “for transport into comic-book realm.”
She took a deep breath. “Welp,” she told herself. “Here goes nothing.” She placed her hoof on the circle—
Something pounded on her door.
—and she vanished in a flash of light.
“Yo, Dash! You got any—“
The door creaked in. Lightning Dust paused, frowned, and poked her head in.
“—shampoo?”
She blinked. The room was empty. But that was impossible; she’d just seen Rainbow Dash storm in here a minute ago. There were her saddlebags, lying upended on her bed, and with something lying crookedly across her pillow.
Dust frowned, then stepped inside. Most ponies didn’t go into other ponies’ dorms, but she didn’t really care, especially if, as she suspected, Dash was just waiting to jump out at her or something.
“You in here?” she said. Nothing answered her. Then she noticed the thing spread out on the pillow.
It was a comic book. Smirking to herself as she picked it up—she hadn’t had any idea that Dash was into anything this nerdy—Dust blinked when she actually read the fine print on the preceding page. “This book will allow you to take the part of a character of your choice, and thereby act out any fantasies or adventures you desire until such a time as—“
She glanced back at the right page, saw the big circle and its message. “No way,” she muttered to herself. She peeked at the next page and gaped. A familiar-looking pegasus smirked back at her from the front panel, clad in some silly-looking superhero getup.
“No way,” Lightning Dust breathed. “No fuckin’ way.” But if this thing was actually what it said it was…
She resisted the urge to place her own hoof on the circle—she wasn’t that dumb, and besides, she had no intention of joining in on some nerdy little comic adventure like Dash apparently wanted to—and instead flipped back a few pages. A disbelieving grin slowly growing on her muzzle, she scanned the long list of warnings.
Warning: Do not modify comic while in use. Doing so can induce memory problems and behavioral changes in the user.
Warning: Modifications in comic can greatly change the tone, characters, and plot of the story. Use caution when changing the story.
“No way,” Dust breathed. “So I can just change the story, just like that?” She skimmed the instructions. It seemed easy enough.
She plopped down onto Dash’s bed and hummed to herself. “Hm,” she said, flipping to the first page. What to change first?
The “Power Ponies” and their silly-looking costumes caught her eye first. She had to stifle a snicker. They barely looked like superheroes at all; half of them—especially the one with the whip—looked like cheap hookers.
A thought took root in her mind as a smirk stretched across her face. Now there was an idea. She turned to the next page, and began to read.
POW!
Dash reared back, grinning as her hoof throbbed from the force of that last punch. Man, but that’d felt good.
“What’s that?” she asked. A group of three more henchponies had gathered around a fourth, who was laying on the ground, groaning softly. “You still want some more?” She pulled back a latex-covered hoof, smirked. “Then come get some!”
The henchponies snarled at her, but Zapp—Dash—didn’t give them a chance to react. Instead, she just grinned cockily, spread her wings, and zapped between them.
Her legs flashed out in a flurry of motion, punching, kicking, twisting. Dash let out a silent cheer every time she made contact, mentally pumping her hoof every time she heard one of her opponents hit the ground. Yes! Now that was what she was talking about!
“Nice one, Zapp!” Dash glanced over her shoulder, and caught a hoofs-up from Mistress Mare-velous. It wasn’t that hard to distinguish her from Applejack; the “real” Mare-velous looked nothing like her regular friend. But Dash felt a surge of glee in her chest when she realized again that, right now, she was the real Zapp.
“Thanks!” she hollered back. Her wings spread wide, she leapt up into the air, caught the wind, and rode it up.
She looked down at the battlefield, frowning. Lex Hoofler’s henchponies were still fighting hard, trying to give their boss a chance to escape with his latest doomsday device. Dash smirked. Who were they kidding? She was Zapp, strongest of the strong. With a wordless cry, she raised a hoof above her head. The power surged through her veins, a tornado swelling behind her. She settled her sights on one particularly unlucky henchpony, who’d been standing behind his comrades as Filli-Second demolished them.
“Sorry, buddy,” she said, smirking, “but you’re goin’ down.” Letting out a battle-cry, she let the tornado whip her into a dive down toward the battlefield, her hoof whipping into a readied punch—
—and collided into him headfirst. Facefirst, her muzzle mashed against his.
Lightning Dust laughed, her chest heaving as she saw the panels melt and reform on the page. No way! It’d actually worked!
An evil smirk grew on her face. Oh, she was gonna have fun with this.
Rainbow Dash felt herself melting into the kiss. The stallion’s breath was hot against her muzzle, and his tongue twisted against her own. She found her breath growing strained, a warmth spreading in her loins as she pressed her lips against his.
A heat began to rise on her cheeks as her hoof drifted up the side of his neck. What was she doing? This wasn’t right. She was supposed to be punching this asshole, not making out with him! She felt herself leaning into the kiss, mashing her tongue into his mouth. The poor stallion jerked, but she forced him into place with her other hoof, making sure to dive even deeper into his muzzle as she fondled the back of his neck. Oh she should stop, but it felt so good—
She shoved him away, violently. With a cry, she pulled back her waiting hoof and socked him in the side of the head. He went down like a rock.
Sputtering, her chest heaving, Dash pulled an arm up to her muzzle and wiped off a trail of drool. “What the hell?” she breathed.
That was when she noticed how quiet the room had gotten. She glanced up and blanched. The rest of her team had handled the other henchponies...and were currently staring at her, eyes wide and cheeks red.
“Uh, Zapp?” Mare-velous asked, not quite meeting her eyes. “Y’alright?”
“Darling, I really cannot begin to see what you were thinking.”
Dash winced as if Radiance had physically struck her. “Hey,” she said, hurt. “It wasn’t me.”
“Mmhm.” Mare-velous didn’t sound convinced. “Pardon, but it sure didn’t look like it.”
“I mean it! One sec I was punching his lights out, the next he was—I dunno, attacking me or whatever! With his mouth!”
She flushed bright red and flopped back into her seat at the Table of Justice. Gosh, but even she had to admit that she didn’t sound all too convincing. And truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she was right.
That hadn’t been her, right? Making out with that dumb stallion or whatever. She’d been forced to. Her cheeks burned brighter, and she slid a few inches down in her chair. Yeah, but why did she remember enjoying it so much?
She could still remember his lips against hers...the sensation of his warm flesh beneath her hoof. Unconsciously, her hoof slid under the table.
“—did manage to take one henchpony prisoner. If we want to track Dr. Hoofler down, we’re going to need to—”
Masked Matter-horn stopped halfway through her strategy discussion to stare, somewhat awkwardly at “Zapp.” “What are you doing?” she asked disbelievingly.
Dash didn’t seem to hear her. She groaned slightly, her hoof planted firmly between her thighs. Her eyes were closed, her back slightly arched. She rubbed her shoulders against her chair, her tight rump pressed tightly against her seat as she massaged her aching clit. She savored the memory, felt imaginary lips on hers, another’s hooves sliding gently down her chest, past her belly, circling her groin—
What was she doing? She tried to pull her hoof away, found she couldn’t. This wasn’t how a superhero acted. She couldn’t do this, not in front of everypony. What would the Power Ponies think? And what kind of freak actually—
Almost groaning, she felt her hoof slip back into place. Her thoughts melted into fog. What had she been thinking about?
“Zapp!”
She startled, her hoof jerking away. “What?” She held her hoof up guiltily, then flushed and let it fall to her side when she realized that it was slightly damp.
Matter-horn didn’t look happy. “What were you doing?” she demanded. “For goodness’ sake, Zapp! Humdrum is here!” A confused-looking dragon waved from the other side of the table. “What the hay is the matter with you?”
Zapp blinked, then felt her cheeks burning. “I wasn’t—” she began, but it was useless. All the others were giving her the same wide-eyed, disturbed look they had earlier.
“Shut up!” she spat. “Y’know what? I don’t see any of you doing anything to help us catch Hoofler.”
“Zapp—”
“I can handle myself just fine. And I don’t need you all staring at me to do it.” She swung herself out of her seat, doing her best to ignore the damp patch between her legs where she’d been...imagining somepony touching her. “I’m going to go interrogate that prisoner myself.”
She stormed off—or at least attempted to. It was a few moments before she realized that she’d been moving with a smooth, sashaying walk, her hips swaying alluringly from side to side with every step. Blushing furiously, she corrected her step and stormed out through the doors.
The room was silent. Finally,
“Matter-horn?” Humdrum asked, his voice sounding quite young. “What was Zapp doing?”
She and Radiance exchanged a look. “We’ll tell you when you’re older,” they said in unison.
Lightning Dust was almost keeling over with laughter. This was priceless!
Flipping to the next page, she saw “Zapp” about to interrogate the Power Ponies’ prisoner. Her eyes narrowed. Oh, no. She had a much better idea in mind.
Saddle Rager was humming to herself as she walked down the hall of the Power Ponies’ prison wing. She knew that Zapp had wanted to come down here on her own, but she thought that a little company might cheer her up a bit from before. The others, she’d decided, had been a little too harsh on what had to have been just a small misunderstanding.
And besides, she thought cheerily, a smile on her face. She wanted to make sure that their prisoner was nice and comfy. No point in being mean to the poor thing. It wasn’t like they were supervillains or anything.
Still humming, her mind drifting, it was a few moments before Saddle heard the low grunts and moans echoing past her. By the time she did, it was too late—she’d already passed in front of the henchpony’s cell, where a much less innocent scene was taking place.
Zapp, her rainbow mane tousled and damp with sweat, had pressed herself against the prisoner so tightly that there was barely an inch of space between them. She’d closed her eyes, and was slowly humping the henchpony’s leg. The poor confused stallion, who admittedly seemed to be enjoying himself, was kissing her long and hard, their muzzles pressed together as their tongues dueled. Zapp’s hoof was curled around his sheath, her thighs twisting against his as her butt wiggled in the air.
Saddle Rager gasped—and the two ponies in the cell froze. The stallion moaned helplessly as Zapp’s hoof twisted around his growing erection. Zapp herself glanced back over her shoulder, wide-eyed, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching wagon.
“Oh, u-um,” Saddle began, eyes glued to the floor. “I-I thought I might come check up on you, b-but, um, I think you’ve got everything taken care of.” Blushing furiously, she turned to leave.
Rainbow Dash blinked after her, then flushed as she felt how damp she was between her legs. Something inside her mind shouted at her to go back to kissing the stallion, to humping his side, begging for his cock, eager to be filled and made into his mare—
She slapped the stallion across the side of the face; he collapsed to his bench. “Wait!” she called out after Saddle, extricating herself from her rather compromising position. “It’s not—”
But Saddle was already gone. Dash’s chest heaved, beads of sweat trailing down her forehead.
“—what it looks like,” she finished, rather lamely. She glanced back at the unconscious stallion behind her and had to struggle to keep her eyes off of his crotch.
“Fuck you,” she spat, and threw open the cell door. She stormed out, mind abuzz with confusion and helpless arousal. In the back of her mind, she could almost swear she heard laughter.
“—as always, extend our gratitude to—”
Rainbow Dash shifted uncomfortably at the top of the steps. Behind her, the Town Hall of Maretropolis stretched up high into the sky. Her teammates surrounded her, each one looking proud and stern before the audience. To her upper right, the Mayor of the city was nattering on about an awards ceremony or something. Dash caught something about “key to the city” and tuned it out.
She didn’t feel proud, and felt even less stern. Instead, she felt a creeping blush seeping along her cheeks as a new stirring began in her loins. “No,” she murmured under her breath, eyes downcast. “Not here. Not now.”
But the heat was growing even stronger. Dash was panting with the effort of resisting it; soon, she felt as though her whole rear and marehood were on fire with a sudden need. Her legs shook and she bit down on her lip, stifling a whimper. She could do this. She could make it through.
Radiance gave her an odd look, but Dash wasn’t paying attention. Instead, her whole mind was focused on the white-hot point of arousal between her legs. Her knees shook, and sweat beaded on her forehead as she resisted her growing arousal.
She glanced up at the audience to try and distract herself. No good. Her eyes flickered from face to face, lewd thoughts conjuring themselves in her mind. That stallion… She began to drool as she imagined how fat his dick must be, how good it would feel to have it stuffing her aching pussy.
No! This wasn’t her. This wasn’t who she was. She wasn’t some sex-crazed mare. She wasn’t some...some slut. She was better than that! She couldn’t let her thoughts drift like that; just because this was a fantasy adventure didn’t mean that it was right to let herself go. What kind of pony even did that?
She looked quickly at the mare beside him. This time, though, she found herself ogling the mare’s wide hips and silky-smooth coat. How it would feel to rub her hooves through her mane, to feel that warm, soft coat grinding against hers, her marehood throbbing and crying out for release as the mare’s tongue delved her aching depths—
Next pony. Dash winced as she caught herself imagining being filled up with his hot, creamy load and tried again. Again, and again, and again, she found herself glancing around a sea of faces and finding, again and again, that she wanted them only to fuck her.
Somewhere along the way, she lost control. She wasn’t sure when, and was hazy on the how. All she knew was that at some point, she just couldn’t resist her urges any longer, and plopped back on her haunches, her hoof planted firmly between her thighs.
Only a few ponies noticed at first, but soon, a low murmur began to spread through the crowd. Dash felt another of the Power Ponies’ hooves on her shoulder, shaking her gently. She heard raised voices, but ignored them, instead narrowing her sensation to the aching furnace in her loins.
She rubbed madly at her clit, moaning as she felt it throb through the latex fabric of her costume. Her hoof played with her labia, then slipped through a seam in the costume to dive deep between her lower lips. Dash twisted, then squirmed on her seat as she imagined a particularly large stallion’s similarly-sized cock ramming her again and again and again, filling her up with his seed—
With a cry, Dash felt her whole body spasm. Her inner walls clenched around the end of her hoof, and warm, sweet-scented nectar flooded out from her marehood to drench the rear of her costume. She bit her lip, whimpering, moaning as she came, again and again, in front of the entire population of Maretropolis.
When she finally came to, drifting in the afterglow of orgasm, the others had long since dragged her offstage.
“You could have ruined everything!”
Rainbow Dash flinched from her chair. “Yeah,” she said, “but—“
“It took us six months to get the Mayor to forgive us after we demolished his vacation home while fighting the Mane-iac, and you go and start masturbating on the steps of City Hall?”
“Well,” Dash said in a small voice. “I—“
“Ugh!” Matter-horn groaned in irritation and smacked her forehead. “And another thing—“
A wailing alarm cut her off midsentence. She gasped. “We’re under attack!” She vanished in a flash of light.
Dash glared after her. Stupid Twi—Matter-horn, she corrected herself. The magic-slinging unicorn was probably the most similar to her friends, right down to the control freak personality. So what if she wanted to rub one out at the top of the town square, right in front of…
Her ears burned. Everyone. Right in front of everyone. Oh, gods, she’d let herself cum in front of most everybody of Maretropolis.
But then why had it felt so good? And why did she not regret it? Her lip trembling, Dash decided that this was just a comic, right? A story. None of it was real. So who were they to tell her what she couldn’t do? She was just here to have fun. To have a good time.
She shuddered, the heat between her legs growing again. Speaking of a good time...it’d been a full hour since they’d stormed her out of town following her last orgasm. Her breaths grew heavy; she was almost panting now. If she was here to have fun, then there was no reason that anypony should be able to get in the way of just a little bit of pleasure, right? It wasn’t like she was actually doing anything wrong.
She winced over the sound of the blaring alarm, her hoof freezing halfway to her crotch. Maybe she’d best find a quieter place to enjoy herself first. Unless Mare-velous would be interested in anything… A shiver went up her spine as Dash thought of all the fun things that lasso could be used for.
Her horniess was washing over her mind, drafting all rational thought beneath a tide of raw desire and lust. Thus, it was no surprise that when the wall in front of her was smashed in and an angry stallion sent sprawling through, there was only one thought on her mind:
Dick.
Fuck.
Yes.
With a low, throaty groan of desire, Dash launched herself into the air and attacked the stallion on the ground. He let out a yelp of surprise as she showered him in kisses, happily thumping his side as her loins burned hotter and hotter.
He squirmed helplessly as she suckled on his neck, then stroked his crotch, all the while repeating over and again, “Please fuck me. Please fuck me. I need you inside me. Oh gods please fuck me—” His stallionhood started to harden, his balls dropping out of his sheath as Dash nibbled on his ear and moaned—
“Zapp!”
Dash didn’t stop, instead rubbing her aching, musky pussy over the poor stallion’s leg. She cooed softly, scooting her rump up a few inches until it was teasing his crotch. Eyeing his growing erection, she let her tongue hang out of the side of her mouth. A line of drool dripped down, and an audible schlurp filled the air as Dash struggled to contain her excitement.
Then she yelped as something seized her and threw her off to the side. “Ack!” she grunted from a pile of rubble. “What the hay?”
“I should say!” Marve-velous said. “What in tarnation do you think you were—“
“Please take me in!” All heads went toward the stallion, who’d clambered to his hooves and galloped over to Radiance. He’d seized her collar in his hooves, his eyes wide and his nostrils flaring. “Please, you have to arrest me! If my wife finds out what just happened, I’ll—I’ll—“
Radiance’s eyes widened. She nodded, her horn lighting up. The stallion—the villain Lex Hoofler, Dash realized with a jolt of shock—visibly sagged in relief as a pair of hoofcuffs materialized around his legs.
“Th-thank you,” he wheezed. His erection flopped against the side of his leg and he cast a last mournful glance in Dash’s direction.
Dash twitched as the weight of everyone’s gazes fell on her. She was still horny, dammit! She whined quietly and scratched at her dripping crotch.
They’d kicked her out.
They’d kicked her out.
Mare-velous had closed the door with an apologetic look, though with a firm reminder that “Zapp” would have to “shape up” if she wanted to rejoin the team. Rainbow Dash had wanted to shout back at her, but had been overcome by a sudden feeling of horniness, and had quietly settled for ogling the muscular mare’s rear as she turned to close the door.
She still hadn’t gotten off. Not in any way that mattered.
Briefly, she pondered quitting out of the comic entirely, maybe re-entering tomorrow and starting over. But no—Rainbow Dash wasn’t a quitter. She’d finish this—and herself—off no matter what it took. Even if “whatever it took” did include a brief masturbation session at the doorstep of the Power Ponies’ base, whining softly whenever an attractive pony passed by.
She wanted to be fucked, dammit! She needed to be fucked. She wanted somepony to make her their toy, their cocksleeve, their anything! Dammit, but was there anypony in Maretropolis with a libido?
Dash revised her line of thought about halfway through her wandering, when she encountered an adult store at a corner street. Maybe, she thought smugly, eyeing the ponequinns wearing lingerie and the ads for dildos and toys galore, there were at least some other ponies interested in having a good time.
A particular ponequinns caught her eye. Dash glanced down at her clean-cut Power Pony outfit. It covered every inch of her, and, though it was form-fitting, had so many designs on it that pretty much everything that mattered was obscured.
She scoffed. So she wasn’t a Power Pony anymore, huh? Well, she could live with that. She’d get a better costume—one that would make ponies recognize her, rather than some unsatisfied member of a two-bit team.
So, feeling rather proud of herself for realizing that, Dash marched inside, her bagful of bits swaying heavily on her hip. By the time she came out, it was noticeably lighter—but so was her expression.
Dusk had begun, casting long shadows across the streets. Dash eyed her reflection in a dark store window, letting the streaks of light from a street lamp play across her form. She watched the way the shadows clung to her curves as she turned, smirked as she lifted her tail to eye her rear.
She’d, basically, exchanged her conservative superhero suit for a much less...restricting one. Dash ran a hoof down the black velvet hugging her chest, then shivered with glee as she tugged at the netting around her waist. A tight pair of bright pink panties, marked with the words Super Slut across the asscheeks, clung to her rear. A healthy amount of her ass lay bare to the world, her round, tight rump bouncing happily as she moved her weight forward.
Dash grinned, then turned to admire her rear even more closely. Each one of her legs was clad in a coat-hugging stocking, the dusky black fabric clinging to her body and concealing absolutely nothing. She tensed a thigh, then giggled as it bounced.
Her outfit covered every part of her body, but covered less than half of what her original costume had. Large swathes of her coat showed through, and the outfit itself bared her soft, velvety tummy for the world to see. A black domino mask settled over her eyes, finishing off the effect.
“Super Slut…” Dash eyed the words emblazoned across her ass with interest. She smirked. “I kinda like that.” It was definitely a much more interesting name than “Zapp” had ever been.
A sway in her step and a bounce to her hips, she set off into the street. She tossed her old costume into a dumpster on her way. She wouldn’t be needing that old thing anymore.
Ponies cowered behind their desks. Debris crumbled from a hole in the wall, falling into messy piles on the usually immaculate floor. All around the hall, maniacal laughter echoed.
The Mane-iac’s laughter slowly died down. Her chest heaved, and she grinned down at the ponies trembling beneath her.
The Maretropolis First Bank was a monument to the city’s age, history, and fame. Wrought of pure marble and gold trim, it had been built soon after the city was founded to house the wealth of its founder, Jennings P. Mare. It was a testament to tradition, to prosperity, and success.
It was one of the first stops for a supervillain out on a villainry kick.
“What did you do last Tuesday night?” one villain might ask another, in their brief moments together in the ever-rotating lineup at Haykham Asylum.
“Robbed the bank,” the other would probably reply.
“Cool,” the other might say. “Hey, did you say hi to Carl?”
The reason for this was threefold: First, all business ventures, no matter how “evil” (which, to an “enlightened” mind, was really just a word), required capital. Second, the bank was insured, so most of the newbie villains didn’t feel too bad about knocking it over. Thirdly, it was a good way to pass the time.
The Mane-iac was there for the final reason.
“You!” she commanded a gruff-looking henchpony. Other villains might allow their underlings to go around looking like they’d just crawled out of a trash can, but not her. She required her underlings (“slaves” in her mind, “independent contractors” on their paychecks”) to dress well. “Put the bits in the van!” He nodded, saluted, turned.
Nice polos, shined hooves, well-coiffed manes. Take a little pride in your work, she’d always said. She took a moment to admire her animate, overgrown mane in the marble floor. Then she scowled. No reflection. After so many robberies, it looked like the Bank had just given up and started going with the cheap stuff. Philistines.
She turned back to her van; by now, it was about half-full with bags of bits. She didn’t really need the bits, to be honest; she just rather liked the jingling sound they made when she stole them. She’d probably dump them in a river somewhere and re-rob them again sometime next week.
Just as she was about ready to give her final “Don’t Follow Us” speech (she’d spent a good week perfecting it in prison, and always loved giving it), something unexpected happened:
The ceiling crashed in.
Now, this was an unexpected occurrence to most ponies. To an accomplished supervillain like Mane-iac, though, this wasn’t unexpected at all. She merely cracked her neck, adopted a convincing-looking snarl, and reared back on her mane.
“Power Ponies!” she snarled. “You’ll rue the day you thought—”
Then she stopped, blinked. There weren’t six ponies standing in the skylight above her. There was only one. It wasn’t until lightning crashed behind the pony’s silhouette that she recognized her foe.
“Zapp?” she scoffed. “They send a single mare to stop me? Fools!”
“Not Zapp!” Rainbow Dash held her hooves over her chest and slowly descended. She grinned, Mane-iac staring at her.
What kind of self-respecting superhero would wear that manner of costume? Was this a joke? Was she being played for a fool?
Dash’s hooves hit the ground. Instantly, she adopted a sultry-looking position: her tail held high, her hooves spread wide, her rump bouncing in its netting.
“I am,” she said, pausing for effect—”Super-Slut!”
Mane-iac stared. “Y-you’re kidding,” she said. “You’re kidding, right?” Feeling rather as though she’d missed a joke, she lashed out at the “Power Pony” with a hair-tentacle and was surprised when “Super-Slut” offered no resistance.
At first, she thought that things were back to normal. The “hero” was grunting, struggling against her iron-clad grasp. Mane-iac prepared a cackle.
And then she paused. Those weren’t grunts of anger she was hearing—if anything, they were interspersed almost evenly with moans. For some reason, too, there didn’t seem to be any resistance to her grip.
She glanced at her “prisoner” and blanched.
Dash was wondering why this hadn’t been the first thing she’d tried.
Heroics could be done at any old time—in real life, even. But she’d never gotten the chance to hump a ten-foot strand of hair before.
It didn’t even feel like hair; that was the best part. It was soft and smooth; rubbing against it felt like humping another pony’s leg. And that was something that Rainbow Dash, in her current state, was very okay with. She hadn’t orgasmed in a whole fifteen minutes, and her new friend would help her go all the way.
She let out a sad-sounding moan as Mane-iac, eyes wide, face pale, yanked her away from her “toy.” “What,” the villain hissed, “are you doing?”
Dash just whimpered. She rubbed her needy pussy with her free hoof and gave Mane-iac a sorrowful look.
“I,” Mane-iac fumed, “am going to put you over here, where you cannot interfere with my heist or mental state any further.” Growling, she flung Dash off to a side of the room and covered her in a cage of hair-tentacles.
Upon realizing her new surroundings, Dash’s sorrow instantly vanished, to be replaced with eagerness. She gazed around at her new, phallic “captors” with glee. Her mouth began to water. Struggling free of her prison, she leapt toward one of them, latched onto its waggling tip, and eagerly began to suck.
She let out a moan when, not a second later, another, curious tentacle began to probe against her rear. It brushed across her clit; she poked, powerlessly, at it with a hind leg, quietly whimpering for it to go back in.
Before she knew it, a half-dozen of them were at her backdoor, caressing her rear, sliding beneath her belly. One snaked its way beneath the band of her panties and let it snap back. Dash let out a yelp, and then groaned as it squeezed and rubbed at the red spot it’d left on her rump.
Then she gasped. One tentacle had poked into her marehood, exploring this new warm, dark crevasse. She all but melted around it, then let out a few sharp moans as more and more joined it, filling her up, stretching her walls, using her. She was lifted off of the ground, her limbs wiggling helplessly as she was used, again and again, until her every hole felt raw. She loved it.
By the time the Mane-iac had finished with her heist, Dash had finished too—albeit in a very different way. The villainess turned back to her prisoner and froze, wide-eyed, at the sight of a very bloated-looking mare eagerly guzzling down something from the tip of one of her tentacles.
“Ew! No!” Mane-iac gasped and instantly withdrew every one of her tentacles. She made sure to keep the “tainted” ones separate. “That’s my body!”
She eyed one of her tentacles and blinked. It was dripping a strange, white liquid from its tip. She hadn’t known that they could do that.
And she hadn’t particularly wanted to find out. She shuddered. She’d never felt so...violated! Used! ...Turned-on?
Oh, no. She didn’t want to deal with this right now. Cheeks flushing, she snarled down at the mare on the floor. “You—you pervert!”
Dash just moaned happily. One hoof lay on her bloated belly, which sloshed with the seed that the Mane-iac’s tentacles had left in her.
“I—I need to get out of here,” Mane-iac mumbled. A strand of hair whipped up to the shattered skylight, latched on, and began to pull her up.
“Mistress!” a henchpony cried. “We’re not finished! We’ll be caught!”
“Not my problem!” she called back. “I need a long bath right now.” And she whipped herself up and out of sight.
Meanwhile, Dash just moaned again from her place in a puddle of her own juices. All around her fearful accountant ponies were beginning to poke up from behind their desks, staring at their “savior.”
Dash whined softly, squishing her belly. She’d been enjoying that, dammit! After some effort, she managed to swing herself onto her hooves. With her gut slapping against the insides of her legs and her aching marehood crying out to be filled again, she set off toward the front door. Everypony stared after her swaying plot, but Dash didn’t mind. In fact, she noticed, and enjoyed it.
In fact, it gave her an idea.
Rainbow Dash groaned happily. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt full.
She pulled her legs in a bit, hoisting her rear another half-inch higher into the air and eliciting a few moans from the stallion’s who’d docked themselves there. Dash clenched her asscheeks a few times, which squeezed both her rump and the slabs of meat spearing it. Her flank strained against the slutty black netting she’d trapped it in.
Her tail waved lazily behind her. Dash’s eyes widened as somepony smacked her across her rump. Then she melted, eyes half-lidded, around the cock in her mouth. Its owner had his hooves around her neck and a hoof-full of her mane in his grasp. He’d forced nearly the entirety of his shaft down her throat, and she was absolutely loving it.
This—this was what she was supposed to be doing. All the objections she’d had earlier, all of the second thoughts—they meant nothing in the face of this kind of pleasure. If she was going to be a superhero, then this was the kind of superhero she wanted to be: filled to the brim, and loving it.
“Faster than a speeding bullet,” she mumbled. “Able to jerk off twelve stallions in the blink of an eye.” Thanks to the member filling her jaw, her voice came out as more of a “glug glug glug” sort of gurgle, but the sentiment was happily re-interpreted by the stallion abusing her mouth. He took it as a signal to stop teasing, and roughly shoved the last two inches of his footlong cock into her mouth. Dash let out a helpless gurgle, then moaned, the warm vibrations of her throat milking the stallion’s member as it drooled pre into her stomach.
A shiver went down her spine as one of the stallions stuffing her rear slapped her plump, taut flank. A rosy blush appeared on her cheeks, but she let it simmer, moaning around the tool stuffing her mouth rather than shouting back.
Yes, she told herself. Her heart beat faster as another slap left a cherry red hoof-mark on her other flank. Oh, Celestia yes. Spank me. Use me. Fuck—
Another grunt, this time around her left side. Even bent over a table, Dash had found that only five stallions could use her at a time. One to cram his cock down her throat, one each to double-stuff her ass and marehood, and one throbbing shaft in either of her front hooves. That still left seven or eight robbers left masturbating madly around her sides. Dash closed her eyes as thick ropes of spooge erupted from one hair-trigger stallion, creamy white globs splattering on her coat and slowly rolling down her side.
Sure, maybe the stallions were robbers. Had been robbers, really. Hadn’t she stopped them with her timely arrival? Dash squeezed her eyes shut, her inner walls clamping down on the stallions stuffing her rear. Both groaned in response, and Dash smirked to herself. It wasn’t like they were assaulting anyone’s store anymore, right? She’d saved the day.
And, she’d gotten them to assault her instead.
“Fuck,” she heard one stallion behind her grunt. “This bitch is tight.”
“Maybe she wouldn’t be,” the other said through clenched teeth, “if your dick would stop rubbing against mine.”
“Fuck,” the first said. “Let’s just fill this slut up.”
Slut. Rainbow Dash—no, Super-Slut—loved that word. Fuck heroics; this was what she was meant to do. She loved feeling full like this; she squeezed her thighs together and nearly came right there when she heard the stallion fucking her pussy moan in response. She loved this kind of power: where pleasure, strength, and submission mixed into one.
The stallion fucking her face suddenly grunted. Rainbow moaned around his cock as he seized her mane in both hooves and bottomed out inside of her. “Fuck,” he gasped, pulling her mane so hard that it felt like he was going to rip it out. “I think—I’m gonna fucking cum.”
The realization that she was finally, after all this time, going to be this stallion’s cumdump, was enough to bring Rainbow to her peak. She went over the edge, every muscle in her body tightening, and then releasing as one. Each of the stallions fucking her groaned as she squeezed them tight, her slick walls and throat teasing them, their pleasure mounting higher and higher until they came with her.
Rainbow Dash moaned and squirmed happily as the stallions unleashed load after load of their hot, steamy jizz inside of her. She could feel it splattering against her inner walls, filling up her womb, pumping right down her throat. She groaned as the stallion before her blasted his spooge directly into her stomach, filling her up from one side as the two behind her, their dicks flaring impossibly wide from orgasm, pumped her spasming cunny and rectum full of their hot baby batter.
Evidently, her final degradation into a simple cum receptacle was enough to set off the stallions around her that hadn’t orgasmed yet. Thick ropes of seed splattered against her coat, her fur becoming moist and sticky with the semen of a half-dozen stallions. The two she’d been masturbating came even harder, fat globs of jizz splattering against her neck and forehead, rolling down her cheeks and muzzle. Throughout it all, Rainbow Dash just moaned and jerked, savoring every load of seed pumped into or onto her.
She’d wanted to be a superhero? Hah! This was what she’d always wanted—no, always needed: a life free from inhibition, a life full of pleasure. Her hips wriggled happily as she milked the stallions behind her for every drop of cum, squeezing them dry as they groaned, their hips jerking wildly. She wanted to be full of cum—and she got it, her belly drooping lower and lower as her every orifice was filled with the stallions’ seed. Had she been wearing a full costume, it would have surely ripped across the width of her burgeoning gut; in her skimpier, sluttier costume, though, her belly merely drooped lower and lower as it was filled with seed; soon, it was knocking against her knees, her whole body shaking as it settled down from orgasm.
The second the stallions withdrew from her, another three instantly took over. Rainbow Dash grunted as the first roughly shoved his cock into her mouth. It was a big one, reaching past her tonsils and drooping down the back of her throat by the time he was two-thirds through. She gurgled happily around it, savoring the load she was about to receive.
The other two were quick to seize her tail and shove their own shafts inside. As their balls began to slap rhythmically against her flank, Dash hefted her tail a little higher. She felt...looser, somehow. Each thrust was easier than the last, but she savored them all the more.
She had a feeling, somehow, that before she was done, she was going to get a lot looser.
Back in Rainbow Dash’s bedroom, Lightning Dust was struggling between two urges: laughing maniacally, and masturbating furiously.
She’d had no idea that changing the comic would be this easy...or that it would be this hot easier. Torn between a red-hot blush and guffaws at Rainbow Dash’s expense, Dust reached a hoof between her legs and pulled it away dripping with moisture.
As the blush spread across her face, she slapped the comic shut and shoved it rudely onto a shelf. Then, walking slightly awkwardly to hide her arousal, she made her way out of the dorm and into her own room. The door slammed shut behind her, and the room went dark.
She hadn’t, unfortunately, paused to read the final warning on the front page. It read, in large, friendly letters:
WARNING: Do not close book when adventure is in progress. Doing so can cause entrapment in the story. Ensure that the book is left open at all—
There, a fold of paper had creased over the rest of the warning, where Dust had so rudely turned the page to the next. Back in her room, Dust muffled a moan as she came, her hoof stuck firmly between her legs.
Back in the book, Dash moaned long and hard, her body writhing as she was used again and again, a cumbucket for an unending line of stallions.
She wondered if it would ever end.
Part of her hoped that it wouldn’t.
