Death By Puns (And Tentacles)

Chapters

1. Power Sleeping
2. Power Cleaning
4. Power Weather
5. Power Assault
6. Power Rescue
7. Power Epilogue
3. Power Ponies

1. Power Sleeping

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Twilight groaned as the light next to Spike’s special little doggie bed was turned on, followed by a series of easily identifiable sounds. She sighed as she sat up in bed to find him predictably laying there on his back, sprawled out as much as he could, and reading a comic book with one claw. The other claw was under his blanket, visibly moving up and down beneath it as he enthusiastically stroked both his double dragon meats.

“Spike, you really need to go to sleep!” sighed Twilight.

“Aw, two more minutes Twilight!” Spike begged, looking up at her, “I’m just getting to a really good part!” He hopped out of his bed, padding across the floor to Twilight’s bed with the comic book, his hard little dragon dicks bouncing a bit as he walked, plural since he had a hemipenis like most dragons. “The Mane-iac is about to—“

“The Mane-iac?” Twilight tilted her head, butting him off.

“The Power Ponies’ most evil nemesis!” Spike nodded, hopping up onto the bed and bouncing up where Twilight could see as he turned the open comic for her to look at. He turned back a bit in the book, “She was the power-mad owner of a hair-care product company.” Spike pointed at a mare looking over vats of chemicals, then another panel of her falling into one, “A tragic accident at her shampoo factory in Maretropolis not only gave her mane strange new powers, but also caused her to go completely insane!” He grinned, pointing to another panel where she was emerging from the vat as a crazed purple pony with green tentacle hair, then the next few panels where she was using said hair to mass-rape her the workers at her factory.

“She and her henchponies are planning to break into the Maretropolis Museum and steal the Electro-Orb, so she can use it to power up her doomsday device!” Spike continued as he turned further into the book, pointing to a glowing orb in a museum's display casing. He then rolled his eyes and lowered the comic book, “Of course, the Mane-iac wouldn’t have even known if Hum Drum hadn’t slipped up and told her all about it.”

“Hum Drum?” she said, trying to blink the sleepy fog from her eyes.

“Nah, the guy in the blue boots and pointless red cape,” Spike showed her another page, though she didn’t get too good of a look aside from the character being in said goofy clothing, “The Power Ponies’ bumbling and totally useless sidekick.” He then became a bit more dramatic, complete with turning around and putting his claws in the air, “The Power Ponies have to stop the Mane-iac or Maretropolis is doooooomed!”

“Believe me Spike,” Twilight smirked, “If anypony understands what it’s like to get caught up in a really good, even sexy, book, it’s me. But if we’re going to make any progress fixing up Luna and Celestia’s old castle tomorrow, we all have to do our part. We don’t want to be too tired from masturbating all night to lend a hoof... or claw.”

“Okay, Okay,” Spike assured her, plodding back to his bed, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

Twilight lay back down, only to hear a patting noise. She looked over to see Spike reaching out from under his cover towards his comic book, feeling around for it in the dark. Twilight smirked, picking up the comic book in her magic, which he saw when he peaked out from under the cover. He looked sheepish at having been caught after saying he’d go to bed, but he just looked so adorable.

“Two more minutes...” Twilight gave in for her cute little assistant.

“Yes!” Spike hopped out from under his blanket, clicking the light next to his bed on again. He did a flip, landing on his back, and this time holding the book open with his hind claws so that both of his hands were free to pull his scales back and whip out the goods. His eyes focused on the comic with interest as each hand slowly stroked one of his quickly hardening shafts, not bothering to cover up again to do so.

“Yeah, I think I see the real reason you can’t sleep,” Twilight chuckled.

“Well I could probably go to sleep faster if somepony helped me out with it,” Spike paused his activities, looking up at her with somewhat adorable hope in his eyes.

Twilight laughed, “Oh all right, but JUST a quickie, and you go to sleep straight after you get off, deal?”

“Deal!” Spike grinned widely.

Twilight uncovered once more, staggering just a bit while yawning as she trotted over to his bed again. He stayed in the same position, but took the comic book into his foreclaws now instead, splaying out his hind legs so she could ‘assist’ him. Twilight leaned her head down, taking a deep breath, as the scent of horny dragon wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and then ran her tongue up his lower length, from where it protruded from his reptilian slit to the tapered tip.

She did feel a bit like an object when he pulled her night cap off so he could prop his comic on her head as he continued reading it, but let it go for the time being. She lapped at him several more times before sliding her warm muzzle over both of his lengths, wrapping her tongue around one, then the other, then pushing down fully and swallowing against the tips in turn.

“Phew,” panted Spike, “I’d never say this to her, but you’re better at this than Rarity.”

“You flatterer, you,” Twilight smiled between slurps before pushing her muzzle back down, working into a smooth thrusting motion. She spread out her own hind legs, propping herself on one front leg as she continued so she could reach her other front hoof between her own legs, rubbing at her increasingly moist nethers.

Twilight worked her head faster, feeling him throb, with the comic still atop her head. As typical for a young male, he was already seconds from popping.

“Yeah right there Twi...” Spike drooled, definitely not reading the comic at the moment.

Spike held her head more tightly, giving several hard thrusts upwards with his hips before his throbbing dragon meats exploded in her maw. She gagged just a bit, but managed to swallow his load, gulping several times against his tips, not particularly wanting to have to clean up after it before she went to bed.

“Hey why don’t you take a look at the comic while I do you?” Spike asked.

“We can’t drag this out any later Spike,” Twilight smirked, putting her night cap back on.

“Oh come on, you’re just gonna rub one out once you’re back in bed,” said Spike, accurately enough, “You know I can get you to pop faster with my tongue.”

Twilight sighed, “Okay, okay, but for real you HAVE to sleep after this.”

Twilight moseyed back to her bed, sliding in on her back, not covering herself yet, and splaying out her own hind legs. She figured she may as well take a look, so she hovered the comic book over her face to flip through it as she lay there. Spike was happy enough to hop out of bed yet again and crawl into hers. Twilight shivered as she felt the warmth of his eager breath against her moist slit, and pushed her hips up slightly as his maw pushed against her. He slid his tongue between her labia and spun it around, lapping out tonguefuls of her cunt honey as he felt about.

Twilight chrred lightly as Spike continued winding his ridiculously long tongue around in her, going deep enough to literally lick her cervix. A lot of ponies wondered why an exceptionally fuckable mare like Rarity was banging a little boy, but since Rarity convinced Twilight to give his tongue a try, she no longer had any doubts about what Rarity saw in him.

Finally she arched her back, whimpering and squirming as he pushed her over. Her purple pony princess pussy convulsed over his draconic muzzle, and he guzzled down her orgasmic juices as it wet his face. He gave one last slurp, tilting his head back and literally gargling her femme-cum before finally being done.

“Night, Twi,” Spike licked his lips, then went to pull himself under Twilight’s covers to sleep with her.

“Spike,” she smiled, and he laughed awkwardly before sliding out of her bed and going back to his. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with him, but Spike had a tendency to get amorous in his sleep; last time he’d slept in her bed she woke up to him literally fucking her while moaning Rarity’s name.

She slipped back under her covers, and finally wasn’t woken up by further noises.

2. Power Cleaning

The next day at the old castle, everypony was hard at work. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were draping tapestries and doing the high up chores, while Rarity did her best to spruce things up as Applejack removed a bit of the clutter and Pinkie Pie scrubbed the floors in the silliest way possible.

“Looking good, everypony!” said Twilight as she oversaw things, “Let’s keep this magical makeover moving!”

“Good old Spike is here, ready to do his part!” Spike said from behind Twilight wearing his little backpack and ready to go, though Twilight was a bit distracted so didn’t pay him much mind, partly because she always felt awkward the day after she and him did ‘things.’

Nearby, Applejack was putting up apple-related pictures on the wall, though it was unclear as to why she thought those were appropriate for a castle.

“A little more to the left!” Pinkie advised her as she scooted by, gliding across the floor on cleaning sponges, then took another pass when Applejack tilted it the wrong way, “No, the other left!” Applejack tilted it back and Pinkie quickly added, “Awesome! That’s perfect right where it is! On to the next painting!”

“You sure you don’t need any help?” Spike asked Applejack.

“Nah, that’s okay,” Applejack smiled and patted his shoulder.

“We have everything under control!” Pinkie said quickly as she passed by again, this time splayed out and scrubbing the wall with all four hooves. Pinkie was good at many things that involved spreading her hooves.

“Dash?” Spike looked up at Rainbow.

“I’m good!” assured the pegasus.

Spike sighed, coming up behind Twilight again, “Isn’t there anything I can help you with, Twilight?”

“Don’t worry about it Spike, it’s all good!” said Pinkie quickly as she scooted by on her hind legs, still scrubbing.

“I think she’s right,” Twilight smiled to Spike, “It looks like we’ve got it, Spike.” Twilight turned to the others, “Looking great everypony!” then back to Spike, “Why don’t you find a quiet spot and finish reading your comic? Aren’t you right at the part where Hum Drum was about to stop the villain?” She pulled the comic from his backpack and unfolded it into his hands.

Spike narrowed his eyes and ran to catch up with her as she walked towards her next task. “Hum Drum never stops the villain. He’s just there for comic relief and the occasional outlet for sexual tension.”

As if on cue, Spike stepped in a bucket of soap water. He dropped his comic and struggled to get the book off, writhing about in a silly fashion as he did.

“Rarity, let me give you a hoof with that!” Twilight said as she walked away, leaving him to his antics.

“I could do it!” Spike offered as he kicked the bucket off and up into the air. He didn’t know what ‘it’ was, but he’d do anything involving Rarity.

“That’s okay Spike, “Twilight assured him still. “Go and read your comic.” She winked, “Just make sure to use either a washcloth or your mouth, so we don’t have something else to clean up.”

“Pony power!” Pinky giggled as she passed by again, this time scrubbing the floor with her head as all fours waggled in the air. “Wheee!”

Spike sighed, then turned around just in time for the bucket he had kicked to land on his head. He walked away, realizing quietly that he and Hum Drum were very much the same.

Having found a quiet room, the same one where Twilight had found the princess diaries before, he flipped through the comic book to find where he had been.

“Mane-iac kills Batmare... finds out about the orb... Mane-iac breaks into the museum... Okay here we go...” Spike smiled as he started to read sitting back onto a cushion and prepared to whip out his dick, but rolled his eyes shortly after, “Ugh, what a surprise! Hum Drum is in the way again while the Power Ponies do all the work! I guess I know what that feels like.”

He then gasped though when he turned the page again, the next one appearing to be blank.

“Wait, what?” he gasped, “How can that be the end? What’s... that?” He looked more closely as he noticed tiny text, “’You can... retr’ What? ‘You can... return...’ Urgh! I know I saw a magnifying glass lying around the last time I was here...”

Spike left the comic on the floor and went to look about the room.

“Spike? Where are ya, Spike?” Applejack called from nearby as he searched, though he was a bit too distracted to pay attention to them now.

“We’re breaking for tea and biscuits!” Rarity called out, “Maybe we can fit in a bit of a quickie too?” Hm, that was strange, that second line usually brought him running right through walls if he had to. He must have really been distracted.

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes at Rarity, then yelled out “Spike!”

Spike was too entranced by the comic, having found a magnifying glass. He was going to answer them, but wanted to know what it said right away so he could tell them. “’You can return to the place you started when the Mane-iac has you defeated.’” Spike read, “’Take a closer look to take your final adventure in this book.’ What does that even mean?”

Suddenly the book bristled with magic, a bright light glowing within the pages as it hovered.

“Whoa, cool!” Spike exclaimed, pretty useless as he stared at the obviously dangerous magical artifact.

Unluckily for Twilight and the others, they came around the corner in time to see him with the book, and more specifically getting sucked into the light, as if he was being pulled into the book itself somehow.

“Heeeelp!” Spike screamed as he braced himself and tried to pull back before he disappeared within the pages.

“Spike!” Twilight ran and grabbed for him, barely grabbing his tail in her hooves before he disappeared and trying to pull him back, only to be pulled within herself.

Rainbow did the same to Twilight, grabbing her about her flanks as she was pulled in. Applejack then grabbed Rainbow’s tail in her mouth, as she was prone to doing, almost strong enough to tug them all back out, but not quite enough. In desperation, Fluttershy grabbed Applejack and Rarity grabbed Fluttershy, but that just doomed them all to the same fate. Pinkie Pie as well, seeing her friends going in, simply hopped in after them with a ‘Wheee!’.

4. Power Weather

“Did she just call us ‘Power Ponies?‘” Applejack groaned, “Ah thought that was a joke.”

“Time for the mane event!” Mane-iac called up to them, randomly grabbing a cart-load of filly guides that was passing by and throwing it at them. The fillies screamed as it crashed into the top edge of the building they were on, the occupants falling out and splatting on the pavement before they could be saved. Damn filly guides.

Mane-iac picked up a mail drop box with her mane next, nearly hitting Pinkie. Pinkie moved as if to dodge, but ended up zipping down the street and around several other buildings in seconds. “Wheeeeee.”

“Pinkie!” Rainbow called, “Where the fuck did she go?”

“She could be miles away from here by now!” said Spike, “Pinkie is Fili-Second, the fastest pony in all of Maretropolis.”

Applejack looked at the rope on her belt, and back to the Mane-iac, and figured she may as well try to fight back. She loved throwing lassos after all!

Unfortunately, it turned out she didn’t like throwing this one. She missed, wrapping it around a telephone pole. When she tugged and tried to pull it loose, all she managed to do was pull herself off the building and to the pole herself. Against all logic and reason, she ended up upside down against the pole, wrapped up tightly with her own rope, forelegs pinned against her chest and hind legs held tightly against the pole. She strained to get loose, but it didn’t seem to want to budge.

Mane-iac blinked at what had happen, then began to laugh hysterically once again; she didn’t have to do a whole lot of work here.

“Twilight!” Spike called, “Freeze her mane!”

“Do what?” asked Twilight.

“You’re the Masked Matter-Horn! You can shoot all kinds of crazy power beams from your horn!” Spike told her.

Twilight tried her best then, attempting to shoot a cold beam at the Mane-iac, but all she managed was a few snowflakes that floated away from her horn.

“Great,” said Twilight, “I get powers that are weaker than my actual real-life powers.”

“You know, I’m beginning to enjoy this!” Mane-iac said, randomly tossing a fire hydrant up at them and barely missing by smacking the edge of the building again. She then sat back, using her tentacle hair to form a seat. She spread her hind legs out, shamelessly moving one tentacle between her thighs, grinding it against her slit as her hips casually twitched against it.

“What the fuck kinda comics are you lettin’ him read, Twi!” Applejack asked as she continued her struggling.

“Dash!” Spike called up to Rainbow, “You’re Zapp, and your superpower is controlling the mighty forces of nature! Unholster the lightning bolt with that amulet!”

“I have to use an amulet just to make lightning?” Dash asked, “So my guy’s a wimp that needs accessories?”

All the same, she flew upwards, holding the amulet awkwardly in her mouth. There were a great many flashes of lightning, but none actually targeted anywhere, and they were followed by a tornado coming down out of the clouds that had gathered.

“Lightning, not a tornado!” screamed Spike in frustration.

As the tornado came down towards the building top they were on, every one of them got sucked into it one at a time, except for Applejack who was still safely bound. Even Pinkie Pie, returning with a plate full of novelty candy gummi-cocks she had purchased, was quickly sucked into the twister. Rainbow herself was tugged into the storm as well, immediately being smacked with one of Pinkie’s gummi-dicks, then gagging rather violently as she choked on it, spinning and kicking.

The Mane-iac just sat back in her seat further, putting her front hooves behind her head to relax. She played with her electro orb with her hair, while other hair slid the zipper up from her bottom to her belly button, exposing herself so she could properly enjoy things.

Her slit was already slippery, the cloth sticking against flesh as it was pushed apart by one of her own tentacles. She drilled her honey pot several times, leaving that tentacle nice and slippery, glistening in the light as she moved it down to her rear hole instead. As another replaced the one at her pussy, she invaded both of her holes at once. One thrust in as the other was emerging, just fucking herself at a nice relaxing pace as she watched her enemies flounder.

“Fluttershy!” called Spike, “You’re Saddle Rager! Lose your temper, and you’ll turn into a huge, super-strong monster!”

“Fuck biscuits!” Fluttershy exclaimed, “That wouldn’t... be very... polite!” It was probably a good thing she thought them, since that monster spinning around in the twister might be the opposite of helpful.

“Ugh! Rarity!” Spike tried another, wondering how these idiots ever beat an actual villain, “Use your jewelry to create attack constructs!”

“What’s an attack construct?!” Rarity called.

“Just think of something, anything, and your bracelet makes it appear!”

Rarity concentrated, and a bondage suit, gags, and several vibrators made of purple energy appeared, each one getting sucked into the twister and smacking Spike in the face one at a time.

“Something useful!” screamed Spike in frustrated rage.

Spike was finally thrown from the Twister, slamming into the wall of the museum and crashing to the pavement. He groaned as he forced himself to get back up, pain pulsing through his back.

When he looked up, he saw something that was in fact useful. The Mane-iac was distracted, plunging into herself with slow deep thrusts, hips thrusting in midair in response to the penetrations. Her back was arched and she was purring as she seemed ready to burst. The Elector Orb, however, was still being held by another strand of her mane that she wasn’t paying as much attention to.

“The Electro Orb!” Spike stupidly said out loud, then slowly crept up to it.

The Mane-iac finally went off, her fun hole producing enough cunt honey that it covered all those in the tornado with a mist of villainous femme cum.

“Well, this has been quite the mane-raising experience,,” Mane-iac laughed as she lifted herself up to ‘walk’ with her tentacles again, “But I really must be going.” She continued laughing hysterically as she started to leave.

Spike thought this was his chance, grabbing the Electro Orb while she wasn’t paying attention. Of course, Spike tripped over his cape before he took a few steps, the orb clanging loudly across the pavement. Mane-iac looked back to it, taking it back within one of her mane arms.

“Why thank you Hum-Drum,” Mane-iac cackled, “Since you seem to want me to stay, maybe I can hang around a bit longer!” Indeed, she hadn’t exactly zipped her crotch up yet, and one could practically see her still-excited pussy pulsing around the tentacle she had it stuffed with. It was one of the side-effects of her condition; she had an endless libido, and effectively as many dicks as she wanted since she could form tentacles with the same type of sensitivity.

“Damnit, I’m even more useless than usual for Hum-Drum,” Spike lamented, then struggled to run as he was pulled back into the twister. He was immediately hit in the face with a fuck-swing made of purple energy, “I. said. something. useful!”

Mane-iac continued her incessant laugher, pausing in front of the pole where Applejack had bound herself. She licked her lips, running a tentacle tip along Applejack’s front, taking a moment to rub against the crotch of her suit, sliding over the shape of her slit beneath the tight latex “Why don’t I show you the ropes?”

“Keep yer weird tentacles off me!” Applejack growled. “And outta mah holes!”

“Yeah, those are for family only!” quipped Rainbow.

“Shut yer trap, Wonderslut!” Applejack called back.

“Applejack!” Spike called to his about-to-be-raped friend. It was always so awkward when one or more of them got raped by a monster or villain, especially when it was hot enough to give him a boner, “You gotta... help stop the... tornado from... destroying the city!”

“Yeah let’s save the imaginary city; don’t worry about mah purity or anythang,” Applejack grumbled since her about to get raped didn’t appear to be a thing that mattered.

“Don’t even pretend you have any of that!” called out Rarity.

Applejack tried to squirm again, but the lasso was just getting tighter. All the while, Mane-iac moved her head down to Applejack’s groin, taking a bit of her outfit in her teeth, then ripping a hole in it rather than just unzipping. A torn hole was hotter, after all. Mane-iac turned herself upside down to be the same as Applejack, now cackling right in front of her.

“But every time I move, this damn lasso gets tighter!” Applejack called back to Spike.

“You’re psychically connected to it!” Spike told her, “Will it to go where you want it to go, and it’ll obey you!”

Applejack concentrated, but just as it started to loosen up a bit, finally sliding from around her body, Mane-iac held her to the pole still. Applejack got ready to throw the rope, intending on doing something very improbable to stop the twister.

Then she was very suddenly kissed by Mane-iac. Her eyes went wide, the shock of it breaking her concentration, and her rope falling to the ground. She couldn’t concentrate any more when Mane-iac licked the back of her throat with her disturbingly long tongue.

Not only that, but Applejack felt what at first she thought was a cock probing at her slit. It wasn’t though; it was another tentacle. Though this tentacle seemed to have crawled out of Mane-iac’s own slit, the monster effectively reverse-fucking herself as she pushed it towards Applejack’s own goods. The more traditional fleshy tentacle pushed Applejack’s lips apart and rammed deep. The throbbing shaft invaded her tunnel as Mane-iac shivered at the wonderful little twitches that only an unwilling pussy could provide.

“I’m afraid her hooves are tied at the moment!” Mane-iac called to the others, laughing hysterically.

Even when Applejack’s rope went limp, Mane-iac pulled it around her again, re-tying her to the pole with the rope instead of her own tentacles. She wanted to keep that irony in the situation. She made sure that Applejack’s comrades got a bit of a better view, when they were on her side of the tornado at least.

Applejack growled, but decided to just wait it out. It wasn’t like it was her real pussy getting raped right? Oh wait it was, they got physically sucked in. Well, at least it didn’t have splinters like a timberwolf.

Of course Mane-iac wouldn’t have been a proper tentacle beast in a hentai comic if she didn’t make use of every hole at once, so she got right on that. She slammed her ‘cock’ harder, punching Applejack in the cervix and making her squeak with each hit, then continued breaking down that door as a tentacle slid up beneath Applejack’s tail hole. Not only was it not very well lubed, but Mane-iac actually wiped it off a bit to make sure it was rather dry. She then rammed it into Applejack’s ass as hard as she could, Applejack’s body convulsing slightly with each stab.

Applejack squealed as she felt that dry wad of fleshy mane push up inside her, drilling to chaff at her dry flesh inside, and getting plenty of clenching out of her in the process. It felt every bit as hard as real flesh, thrusting violently and sinking in a bit more each push. Soon it was literally winding up her intestinal track, her belly bulging even more grotesquely than it had been from Mane-iac’s fat dick-tentacle. Another tentacle groped at her breasts, even if ponies were underwhelming in that regard.

“Well maybe best she gets me,” groaned Applejack, “Ah kin be spit back outta this thing. Ah mean it’s not like it’ll kill me in real life.” Mane-iac didn’t react to Applejack’s comments about ‘real life’, as if she wasn’t programmed to; that by itself was heartening.

Just after Applejack spoke, another tentacle went right to her muzzle, prying it open and gagging her as its shape could be seen pressing down through her neck, taking long strokes and pushing deeper each time; all Applejack could do is squirm and choke. It took long heavy strokes, for a while going from almost out to Applejack’s stomach with each thrust.

Even more pain shot up from her thighs as Mane-iac managed to break down her cervix and push up into her womb, not smacking her belly against Applejack until her tip literally pushed at the back of her womb, lengthening her tentacle-dick so that it was perfect to bring her belly against Applejack’s. The tentacle in her tail hole pushed in at the same time as her shaft rather than taking turns, increasing the pressure inside her; each one alone felt almost double even Big Mac’s girth.

Even thinking she was probably okay, the threat of death still lingered in Applejack’s mind, her anger gradually replaced by fear. Maybe it was the comic messing with her mind, but the probably became a maybe and then a probably not in her mind.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, even as she felt the ropes pull together around her more tightly, seeming to react to her uncontrolled fear by betraying her more. She felt one digging into her neck, cutting off her breathing, and realized that this was it. She was minutes or even seconds from her death. She broke into a fit of struggles, but the only thing she could do was squirm within the ropes.

“There it is!” laughed Mane-iac, “That look in a prey’s eyes, that spark of recognition that they’re going to DIE and there is nothing they can do to stop it. To see it on the face of one of my most hated enemies is sweet indeed!

“Spike!” called out Rarity, “Stop your stupid comic from killing Applejack!”

“Where the fuck did you even get this comic, Spike?” called out Rainbow.

“It was in the freebie bin at the House of the Enchanted Comics!” screamed Spike, “I just figured it was a good deal!”

“You are so grounded if you and at least one of us survive this!” screamed Twilight. “Hear that? Whoever lives, ground Spike!”

As they watched helplessly, Mane-iac was enjoying another nifty ability, as steaming green goo blasted from each tentacle within Applejack. Mane-iac groaned as her tentacle-dick shot wave after wave into Applejack’s cunt, so thick that each pulse could be seen bulging up her tentacle and Applejack’s gut before hosing down the walls of her womb. Her own climax seemed wired to it as well, as her already sopping wet snatch exploded femme goo around the tentacle as it stretched herself out every bit as much as it was Applejack.

The others blasted their own loads, the one packing Applejack’s digestive tract until she may as well have been a cream pastry, spunk seeming to burn inside her. Though the muzzle one blasted her belly full as well, it was also the loosest connection, so a great deal of backwash spewed from her muzzle, vomiting the cream all over Mane-iac’s face. Mane-iac just opened her muzzle and gulped as much as she could down.

In Applejack’s pussy, however, Mane-iac’s tentacle swelled, not allowing any backwash, and Applejack’s womb continued to swell up like a water balloon. Her belly reached grotesque levels before there was both a sickening ripping noise and a horrible pain burning through her. Her womb burst and the contents were distributed over her organs, evening out the bulge over her chest and gut.

Mane-iac moved her body back after giving Applejack’s face a quick lick, but the tentacles went right back to ramming, like cocks that never went soft. Though as her dick-tentacle was withdrawn and replaced with another, they seemed to allow more leakage, cum-goo drooling from her tail hole, while both cum and blood flowed from Applejack’s cunt around the fresh tentacle, sloshing out a small wave each thrust. Applejack was hammered from all directions again, body convulsing with pain, every movement of them a torment inside her, trying to kick and scream for help, but completely helpless.

She was sobbing now, her face holding the most beautiful look of abject terror that rapidly approaching deaths tend to result in. Her face turned blue under her fur, deprived of air for longer and longer, choked out by her own super-power because of her inability to use it properly. They really should have put warnings on that thing.

“Now Marevelous,” Mane-iac laughed, “I know we just had a tender moment, but don’t you go getting choked up one me!”

“No wonder this is an adult comic with all these terrible puns,” groaned Twilight, as that was clearly worse than the rape and murder.

Mane-iac pulled the part of the rope around Applejack’s body apart, keeping only the one around her neck so that she could watch Applejack kick and spasm in desperation, trying to strike at the strands of fleshy mane still ramming into her. The ass was now bloodied, feeling like the hair had given her carpet-burns inside, and it had gone so deeply that it coiled with the tip of the one going into her muzzle within her stomach. It then sawed back and forth, fucking her whole digestive tract in one movement.

Applejack’s body became weak, her kicking became jerking, flopping against the pole like a fish, before finally hanging limply. Her eyes were wide, and Mane-iac moved herself closer to lick the tears from her face, tongue sliding over her open eye as she sampled the salty goodness. She slid a tentacle against Applejack’s chest, and then felt the sound of her heart, fluttering violently trying to keep going, but then finally sputtering to a close. She knew better than to release choking victims too early, so she let her hang there for a minute more. When the rope loosened fully and went limp on the pavement, she figured she was done.

“I’m gonna shove that mane right up your ass!” Spike screamed at Mane-iac, as if Mane-iac didn’t do that regularly to herself anyway.

“Unfortunately Hum-Drum, I’m just tying up a few loose ends here before I go. Perhaps later,” Mane-iac cackled as she moved away, walking with some tentacles, holding the electro orb with another, while others carried Applejack’s corpse. The tentacle from Mane-iac’s slit retreated, but he triple-rape didn’t stop simply because Applejack couldn’t feel it anymore; Mane-iac still could, and that was what mattered.

The tornado did eventually slow down enough for them to escape, and they found themselves all on the street next to where their dead friend’s rope lay.

“That was spin-tastic!” smiled Pinkie, “Oh don’t worry you guys; she can’t kill us in an illusion.”

“Well it is possible to make real-ish worlds within books, but they’re obviously not going to sell comics that kill their customers,” said Twilight, “That’s sort of bad business.” She then turned to Spike, “But you’re still grounded.”

Behind them, Rainbow was deciding to play around with her powers a bit. Namely, by using them on Fluttershy; she snuck up on her friend from behind and suddenly sent a jolt of lightning right into her slit, like a magical cunt-punt. Fluttershy squeaked, and then got another jolt that ran right up inside her. It must have hit the right nerves because Fluttershy fell to the pavement, convulsing and moaning at uncharacteristically high volume as she came herself, her fuck honey splattering out in a spray pattern over the road behind her, bursting right through the material of her costume to do so. Rainbow rolled around in it as she laughed.

“Anyway this is called Maretropolis,” Spike sighed, “And if you wanna get back to Ponyville, I think we have to stop the Mane-iac from using her doomsday device to destroy it!”

“No biggie, I’m still awesome,” called Rainbow from next to Fluttershy, who was still cumming down, “Even with the downgrade from these ‘super powers,’”

“They would have been an upgrade for me,” lamented Spike, “Too bad I didn’t get them.”

“But you must have them too Spikey-Boo,” said Rarity, holding up Spike’s cape with a glowing pink dildo that looked like it would impale a pony from cunt to mouth if they actually tried to use the whole thing. “Your character is wearing a cape!”

“Yeah for absolutely no reason,” Spike said, pushing the glowing dildo back when Rarity tried to poke him in the cheek with it, “He’s pretty much useless.”

“Well at least you’re a better lay than he is, right Spike?” Twilight winked at him, trying to cheer him up.

“Yeah good thing,” chuckled Spike, but then sighed again.

“So the six—er—five of us Power Ponies will take care of Mane-iac, and get us back to Ponyville!” Rainbow said confidently.

“Spike?” asked Twilight, “Where is the Mane-iac building her doomsday device?”

“Her top-secret headquarters!” said Spike, “Secret except everypony knows about it. Either way you’d better get there quick. That glowing orb she just stole is what she’s going to use to power it up!”

“Then lead the way and leave the rest to us!” Rainbow grinned.

Back in the castle, the book glowed, and a limp form was ejected from the white light. Applejack slammed into the wall, slid down to the floor, then tumbled onto her back, her legs still shivering slightly, but very much a corpse. Her face was blue, sores on her neck where the tight rope had been, and her terror still frozen on her face. Her pussy and ass were distended, but there was none of Mane-iac’s cum or anything to tell whoever found the corpse who or what did this. It just lay on the floor, slowly cooling, perhaps just the bottom to an imminent corpse pile.

5. Power Assault

“There it is!” Spike pointed as they arrived at the lair, sneaking around a corner. It appeared to be a shampoo factory, surprising no one.

“All right Power Ponies,” Twilight said, “Here’s the plan. Rarity, you, me and—“

“Come on out, Mane-iac!” Rainbow yelled as she flew up high and into the open, “Or the Power Ponies are comin’ in!” She held up her nifty amulet and lightning rained down, blowing out the neon sign outside of the factory.

“So much for ‘element of surprise,’” Twilight rolled her eyes.

“Guess I’ll just hang back here doing nothing,” said Spike as the others walked towards the entrance.

Rainbow was busily and repeatedly shocking the neon sign as they approached. Take that.

“Oh, I don’t think she’s home,” said Fluttershy, “Maybe we should just come back later.”

But she was there, as her laughter rang out loudly; at the very least the Mane-iac was equally bad at surprising her opponents.

“She’s home,” observed Rarity.

A garage door opened, revealing around a dozen henchponies, all outfitted and styled quite fabulously and expensively. Being her henchpony must have paid unusually well.

“I wish we had a catch phrase,” sighed Pinkie.

And then the two sides charged each other rather haphazardly.

Twilight tried to blast one’s head off with a standard energy beam, but found it still didn’t work, so she tried her ‘super powers’ again instead.

“Freeze Ray!” Twilight called out, only guessing that that was even one of the hero’s attack names.

A henchpony was brutally hit in the head with a snowball; it wasn’t quite the type of head-shot she was going for.

“It’s an improvement, darling,” comforted Rarity as she floated past on a glowing magic carpet that she had made.

Suddenly, something was thrown out one of the windows by an unseen force, though it was likely the Mane-iac due to the laughter that followed. The thing was Applejack’s corpse, which fell to the pavement like a sack of potatoes and rolled several times. “See? I taught her to roll over and play dead!” cackled Mane-iac from within. “Just a friendly ‘I’m going to kill you all’ reminder!”

Pinkie zipped back onto the scene, this time with a novelty cake with little pony models fucking on top like it was the top of a wedding cake, more interested in that than preventing more of her friends from getting converted into cadavers. Pinkie chomped down the cake in a single bite, with the topper as well, then zoomed off from the first minion that charged her.

Pinkie playfully ran up behind the same minion to grope his balls with her muzzle, giving him a lick before running off again. He turned again, and sure enough she dashed up behind him again.

This time, however, she had a nice fat strap-on fitted around her hips, a nice one that had a rubber dick on the inside too for the wearer, and immediately mounted him. She rammed it in dry, just as fast as she did anything else, and hammered away with her hips, hips a blur as he wailed, ass chaffed and bleeding within a second.

Pinkie’s side ramming into her sopping wet hole at the same time, and she came immediately from it, her mare cum drooling down the back of the toy and down her hind legs. She rolled her eyes back for a moment, then fled, leaving him to collapse onto the street screaming.

The next time she zoomed up, she didn’t have the strap-on, but instead latched onto his head and pushed her soaked pussy against his muzzle, rubbing it firmly there, up and down as she pleasured herself. Once again creaming was instantaneous, and he found himself with a sudden mouthful of the silly slut’s cream.

He gargled briefly before swallowing half and spitting out the other, only to be charged by Pinkie one last time. This time she threw a literal bucket of cum over his head, soaking his mane and face, all the way to the ground. It was unclear where she had found the hapless donor for said sperm, but Pinkie giggled and ran off.

Rarity had taken a few down, so she decided that perhaps she could have just a little fun like Pinkie was having. She created thick thread from her pink energy, and wrapped it around one of the baddies that she felt looked reasonably fun to rape. He fell to the pavement, and Rarity giggled as she came up behind him and tied his bonds tighter and ending with a little bow on top.

“So,” Rarity told him, “Ever had a pony’s foreleg up your ass to the shoulder?”

She felt herself growing wetter again as she held him steady with her magic and pushed her hoof against his tail hole. She popped it inside, eliciting a squeal from her victim, but her distraction meant that she didn’t see another henchpony on the roof of the building, kicking the damaged neon sign loose so it’d fall.

The edge of the sign came down right on her back, her scream even better than his had been, as she felt a stabbing pain in her back. The sign fell over her head, pinning her against the pavement beneath it, pushing her face against the street. It would take her a while before she gained her wits back enough to throw it off.

Fluttershy was being as helpful as she normally was in fights, and cowering with her head down and ass up. She wasn’t even behind anything; she was just cowering there in the middle of the street. It was the type of thing that some villains had a hard time resisting, and indeed, one of the evil fashionistas hopped up behind her with a grin on his face.

He got so far as unzipping her crotch and rubbing his shaft against her soft pussy, letting it grow hard as he pushed it between her lips. No sooner was he that far though that he felt himself jolted by a bolt of lightning from behind, on his behind. The energy blasted right through his balls, shaft, and right into Fluttershy, making her scream in time with the target.

“My dick!” the henchpony screamed as he looked down and saw it smoldering. He ran off in a panic to get help.

Rainbow stayed for a bit, giving Fluttershy another blast up her love tunnel, making her scream again as her juice sprayed all over the payment.

“Seriously?’ asked Rainbow, “You aren’t even just a little angry right now?”

As Fluttershy shook her head ‘no’, Rainbow was prepared to blast her in the face to make her angry, but a voice behind them stopped her.

“Nice work, Power Ponies!” called out Twilight as she dropped the last of the minions, who fell to the pavement and convulsed with his broken neck. “Now let’s take care of the Mane-iac and get ourselves home.” It did occur to her that Rarity wasn’t about, but couldn’t exactly search for her at the moment.

“I don’t think so!” said Mane-iac as she raised herself up upon her tentacles again in front of the garage door, “I have a city to destroy, and I’m not about to let the Power Ponies stop me!” She added venomously, though no less happily, “Not this time!”

“Just watch us!” Rainbow yelled, as she deployed the only battle tactic she knew, charging right at the Mane-iac.

As she was approaching though, Mane-iac revealed what appeared to be a giant bottle of hair spray. She moved it with the tentacle into Rainbow’s path, spraying her with it as soon as she arrived. Rainbow stayed perfectly in the pose she was in, but fell to the pavement, rattling like a giant coin as she settled.

“The Hairspray Ray of Doom!” Spike exclaimed, who for some reason hadn’t already warned them about Mane-iac’s most common tactics, “It stops you in your tracks and renders your powers useless!”

Somehow, Pinkie and Twilight devolved to Rainbow-level tactics and charged forward themselves. Twilight blasted Mane-iac with a lightning beam, finally having gotten the hang of that, but the villain easy moved herself over and spread her tentacles to let the beam through. Pinkie ran beside Twilight, for some reason making no use of her super speed.

Predictably, Mane-iac used the hairspray again, leaving Twilight and Pinkie rattling to the pavement as well. She looked about for Rarity, and saw the sign that was atop her shift just a bit. Mane-iac pulled the sign off of her, tossing it down the road, though Rarity looked to be in no shape to get up, head bleeding and eyes visibly dizzy.

“Don’t sign your life away quite yet, Radiance,” giggled Mane-iac.

Fluttershy had chosen to actually hide behind something now, though it was only a mail drop-box. Spike ran around with her.

“Fluttershy please!” Spike begged, “Just a little anger?”

“Well, I’m not so much angry as I am concerned,” Fluttershy whispered, shivering, “Bordering on terrified.”

It didn’t matter anyway, as the Mane-iac zipped around next to Fluttershy and covered her in the doom spray as well. Mane-iac chuckled and kicked Fluttershy over to lay Rainbow and Twilight.

“Don’t spray!” Spike screamed, untouched as of yet since he was inside the mailbox.

“Oh Hum-Drum,” laughed Mane-iac, “Why in all Maretropolis would I use the Hairspray Ray of Doom on you? Rather pointless don’t you think?” Also it was in her evil overlord contract to randomly let at least one character go per evil plan. “I have another of your team in my cross-manes though, so you can still watch.”

Mane-iac tentacled over to Rarity, quickly removing Rarity’s silly hoof bracelets and tossing them into a garbage can. She wrapped a tentacle around Rarity’s mid-section, the unicorn groaning as she was lifted.

“You put her down you-“ Spike spoke up in defense, of course, at least until a tentacle lodged into his throat, a second one slipping around him to keep him still as well. He was faced where he’d get a good view of course.

“But Hum-Drum, I am putting her down,” snickered Mane-iac.

The others got their muzzled plugged with a tentacle too, just in case they got annoying with their incessant begging or threats. Rarity of course got everything plugged, tentacles coming up from beneath her where she was suspended, ripping her skin tight suit apart down the middle and pressing up against her nether. In any other situation she would have loved this; in fact it still felt quite nice thus far.

Her pussy clenched and rolled over the invader instinctively as it stretched out her lips, and dove right for her womb door, slamming into it as it had within Applejack’s, and finding a bit more resistance with Rarity’s than with Applejack’s, since the dicks Rarity tended to take were a lot smaller.

The other slid through the coils of Rarity’s tail before ramming up into Rarity’s behind. Mane-iac added hair to it with each stroke, slowly working Rarity’s behind open, slowly checking to see how wide she could stretch her out. Rarity squirmed, already aching from her other injuries, and now having shooting pains pushing up from her plot.

“This is insane!” said Rarity, “Surely this can’t be real, nopony would do this! Though the pain in my back is feeling a bit real I admit... and in my rear even more so...”

Rarity got no more words out, as her muzzle was filled the same as her other holes. From the taste, this was possibly one that had rammed into Applejack’s pie. Normally she would have appreciated the taste, but the fact that she was tasting a dead mare’s pussy detracted from it just a bit.

“Is it now?” asked Mane-iac, “Well let’s keep it real, then. How real does this feel?”

Mane-iac grasped two tentacles against one of Rarity’s front legs, bending it hard until it finally gave, causing Rarity to struggle when she realized what Mane-iac was doing. There was a sickening crack as the bone gave half-way between Rarity’s ankle and knee, and Mane-iac didn’t stop until bone shards were poking out of Rarity’s flesh, white fur stained red.

Of course Rarity’s screams drowned out the snap for the most part, because even with her mouth full she shrieked like a banshee in heat, body thrashing about wildly. It did feel real, very much real, but she still tried to deny it, shaking her head as tears flowed down her face, quickly devolving into sobbing, as much as she could at least.

“What’s the matter?” chortled Mane-iac.”Don’t you want to take a break from all this combat?”

Rarity shook her head as hard as she could, but Mane-iac snapped her other foreleg at the elbow, joint giving way so that it hung loosely. Mane-iac didn’t need to go one at a time either; Rarity simultaneously got both hind legs snapped, one above the knee and the other below, while the first limb was cracked a second time.

The pain in Rarity’s back was long forgotten as stabs of pain filled Rarity from every limb, seeming to ball up in the middle to sting like nothing she’d ever felt. She hadn’t known what this much pain felt like, but she was absolutely sure now it felt real. She squirmed in midair, but ceased most of her struggling as now any movement caused more pain from her limbs.

And if it was real, then this was it. She was actually being tortured and murdered, which wasn’t in her top 10 list of ways she’d probably die. Fear piled onto the pain in her head already, but she could do nothing, so she just bawled, crying as miserably as anyone there had ever heard, wailing like an infant.

Mane-iac seemed pleased at the weeping, moving up beneath Rarity, sliding behind her and slipping out her twat tentacle to push against Rarity’s behind, replacing the one that had already been there. She moaned happily as she felt the twitching and clenching of a dying mare’s ass, sliding her hooves up to grasp at Rarity with all four legs in addition to her tentacles, and slamming into her repeatedly.

She hadn’t stopped with the snapping elsewhere. Her limbs were snapping again and again, the pony convulsing delightfully with each break, until there was no piece of any leg that was long enough for Mane-iac to break in two, Rarity’s legs literally wadded up like paper. Mane-iac continuously moved them about though, jarring them again and again to make sure Rarity was bathed in the torment of every one. She attempted to keep them attached, though she did accidentally wrench one hind leg free.

“Oh goodness!” Mane-iac laughed, “Don’t go falling apart on me now, Radiance!”

Mane-iac could tell this one was a crying champion, and with that fear in Rarity’s eyes, she decided to unplug Rarity’s muzzle to see what she’d say. It wasn’t disappointing.

“Oh Celestia please!” cried Rarity, “Please somepony save me! I don’t want to die! Please! I’ll do anything please don’t kill me!”

The begging on its own was enough to send Mane-iac over, squealing in delight as she pumped gooey goodness into Rarity’s behind, not to mention the fountains of goo that her other tentacle packed into her pussy, and another splattered all over her face. Mane-iac finally snapped Rarity’s neck as she continued to pack her load in. Rarity’s pleas were cut off, but her wide-eyed stare of ultimate fear was still delicious; another perfect expression for a corpse to wear.

Rarity gagged violently as she tried to breath, but all she could do was cough up blood as her lungs filled with fluid. Mane-iac lovingly lapped blood from Rarity’s muzzle as she finally shivered to a stop. Mane-iac pulled all her many protrusions free to let Rarity fall onto the pavement with a wet smack, directly in front of her friends. Most looked terrified as well, though Spike was outright sobbing. What a little bitch.

Once again in the real world, the book glowed. Rarity’s body, and the unattached leg, was slung into the wall just as Applejack’s had been, tumbling down atop her. Rarity’s limbs were still broken, her holes obviously well-fucked, and her face still holding that terrified expression with tears still wet in her eyes, but all evidence of somepony else was gone.

Mane-iac grinned to the ponies, who were all screaming muffled threats; well, except for Fluttershy. Mane-iac pulled Fluttershy away, the hairspray seeming to wear out as she started to wriggle again. Mane-iac re-sprayed the others to keep them still, but kept Fluttershy loose, holding each of the pegasus’ six limbs with individual tentacles.

“You seem to be in a bind, Saddle Rager,” Mane-iac laughed, “Oh but you are an adorable little coward, I could just eat you up.”

“Um, can you not make any more puns while killing me?” Fluttershy asked quietly, flinching when Mane-iac used two in quick succession, “If that’s alright with you...”

“But don’t you want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes?” Mane-iac cackled, spreading her hind legs, unzipping her latex villain suit again, and bringing Fluttershy close. She rubbed the pegasus’ face against her drenched pussy, lips practically kissing her as they flexed.

“You cannot be serious,” Fluttershy dead-panned when she realized where this was going, or rather where she was going.

“It’s true, I really can’t be,” confessed Mane-iac.

Mane-iac barely needed to hold Fluttershy at all, she was so passive, but Fluttershy would be screaming by the end if Mane-iac could help it. She wanted to see the pony struggle against the pavement a bit, so for one rare moment, Mane-iac sat her ass down onto the cement herself, spreading her hind legs so that the others got a nice view of her villainous goods.

“Let’s do this bareback, shall we?” chuckled Mane-iac, tentacles grabbing hold of Fluttershy’s outfit and ripping it from her, leaving it in shreds upon the ground, “I want to feel your subtle flesh against mine as you die.”

Fluttershy squeaked as her outfit was pulled away, shredded to pieces, “I hope I don’t have to pay for that.”

“I don’t think they can send a bill to Tartarus,” Mane-iac laughed.

Fluttershy squeaked as she was placed on the pavement. The tentacle from within Mane-iac’s slit lashed out with a lewd slurp and wrapped about her hind legs, pulling them together, and towards Mane-iac’s sopping wet cunt. Mane-iac purred as she stroked Fluttershy’s hind legs like a shaft, her cum trap opening wide for them, lips stretching about Fluttershy’s hind hooves, covering them with a slick coating of the villain’s moisture.

“Um, please stop that,” Fluttershy was calm at first, because surely what Mane-iac was trying wasn’t possible.

Mane-iac’s labia rolled around Fluttershy’s legs as it slid slowly up to her knees, drenching every inch of her fur in warm gooey goodness. Mane-iac grinned, using one hoof to rub her own belly as she felt the bulge from Fluttershy’s hind legs forming. The other hoof slid down between Fluttershy’s own hind legs, giving that lovely yellow slit one more firm rub while it was still warm.

Fluttershy tried to pull away, but ended up just walking her front hooves in place against the pavement. She then tried to run, though predictably with the same results. Her eyes widened as she felt it slide up to her plot, and looked back to see it sliding over her hot little bottom.

Eventually the tentacle released Fluttershy’s hooves, the internal flesh spire sliding between her hind legs instead, seeming to split so that it could invade each of Fluttershy’s fun holes, drilling in and out, making the pony shudder as she was dragged to her doom. Though Mane-iac’s tentacles weren’t holding Fluttershy from the outside, they continually licked about her body like a dozen slick tongues bathing her on her way down.

Mane-iac herself arched her back, moaning as her belly bulged more, shivering as Fluttershy’s legs could be seen kicking frantically inside her. Her monstrous pussy automatically grew to the perfect size, making sure every inch of Fluttershy’s body was gripped tightly. Mane-iac moaned again through clenched teeth as she stroked Fluttershy’s form with all four of her legs, up and down like a huge shaft.

“Stop it please!” Fluttershy said at a normal tone now, but her escape attempts becoming more desperate.

Fluttershy clawed at the pavement hard enough to leave grooves, slinging herself back and forth, writhing and trying to wrench herself out, but all the movement just triggered the tunnel’s suction. She tried to spread out her wings to make it hard, but a tentacle grabbed her one more time to pull them back against her, and she felt it slip over her feathers all the same. Her front legs were also pushed to her belly, ceasing her comical running, Fluttershy’s upper body now dragging across the pavement as she was sucked in.

“Please don’t kill me! I’ll be good!” Fluttershy screamed, sobbing her eyes out, her pitiful wailing second only to Rarity’s. Mane-iac gave her a little mocking wave as the flesh came up over Fluttershy’s face, finally covering her eyesight, the only light getting further away, then locking her in darkness as the slit pushed closed. It still seemed to take in air so that Fluttershy wasn’t allowed the mercy of quick suffocation.

As it was coming up to her shoulders, Fluttershy felt her hind hooves spit out into Mane-iac’s womb, the villain’s belly now distended grotesquely, the perfect size to fit snugly around her. The more she pushed out into the womb, the faster she went, and soon enough was fully pulled inside, producing some delightful slippery slimy sounds as she popped in.

“Please,” Fluttershy got one last word out just as the lips were closing around her muzzle. Her friends got a perfect view of her as she vanished.

“That’s it,” Mane-iac moaned, eyes rolled so far back that her pupils were no longer visible, “You came from a cunt, now die in one!”

Fluttershy thrashed harder, but she felt the walls pulling more tightly against her. In her panic, she barely noticed that the flesh drilling out her cunt and ass had her near a climax herself, and she suddenly went over the edge, her last moans sending marvelous shivers through Mane-iac’s body. Fluttershy tasted her own cunt honey as it washed around her, nowhere else to go, then finally gave up, simple curling up and sobbing as she waited for her inevitable death.

“That’s it, cry for me!” Mane-iac chrred, “In just a few minutes I’ll be spitting out your juicy cadaver, which is too bad, I was developing quite a crush on you!”

Fluttershy’s fragile wings were the first to snap under the pressure, the pegasus screeching from within Mane-iac, giving her a nice internal massage as she was crushed. Her legs were crushed up against her body, causing her ribs to snap next, shards of bone driven through her internal organs, though sadly for her not quite vital enough to kill her yet.

Legs, hips, and everything else began to snap, soon in such quick succession that Fluttershy couldn’t keep track of all the surges of pain piercing through her. She tried to scream again, but the pressure was too much for her to open her muzzle, and instead it shattered as well, teeth and bones driven into her face as it collapsed. Shortly after, her skull finally gave, brain oozing through cracks as she convulsed with one last hot deathgasm, then finally going still.

Once she felt the movement, and the internal massage, cease, there wasn’t a reason to keep her there any longer, so Mane-iac released her, Fluttershy’s body spit out onto the pavement, splashing her friends with blood and femme goo as it landed in front of them. Fluttershy’s body was compressed into a ball, barely recognizable as having ever been a pony at all. Mane-iac’s two inner tendrils yanked free of Fluttershy’s body and slipped back into Mane-iac’s slit.

“Oops,” Mane-iac laughed, “I guess our dear Saddle Rager just couldn’t take the pressure!”

Mane-iac bellowed out one more frantic laugh, dropping Spike on the pavement, then grabbing both corpses and living victims alike within her tendrils before moving inside with them, closing the garage door behind her as her laughter echoed from within.

In the real world, the ball that was once Fluttershy’s body flew out of the book, cracking against the wall and unfolding just a bit as it landed atop Rarity’s gut, held between Rarity’s own shattered limbs. Once again, no hint was left as to what could have put her in such a condition.

6. Power Rescue

“What am I supposed to do?” Spike asked out loud as he was supposedly sneaking through and air duct, “I’m useless. No wonder my friends never need me to do anything important. They’re the ones with the super powers, even if some of the powers suck. They’ll probably be free and molesting the Mane-iac’s corpse by the time I get there.”

Spike fell out of the air duct onto a pathway above them, making a large clang. He was in an industrial room with vats of a brightly colored substance; Spike hoped it wasn’t melted ponies. His Pinkie, Rainbow, and Twilight were in a cage hanging from the ceiling, with an underling spraying them with new hairspray when they started to get free.

“Or not,” Spike sighed, but at least Mane-iac was giving the villain speech, so maybe that would be interesting.

“Congratulations, Power Ponies,” Mane-iac laughed, “You shall live just long enough to see me fire... the instrument of your destruction!”

Mane-iac pulled on a large tarp, revealing a giant pink mane dryer with a chair on top. “Once the Electro-Orb has powered it up completely, this cannon will amplify the power of my mane one million times, expelling an energy blast that will cause everypony in Maretropolils’ mane to grow wild! First their manes will rape each other and themselves! They will continue without cease until they die of exhaustion, but even then their mane will continue, raping corpses if that’s all it finds! Soon the whole city will be dead quiet other than the soft slap of mane against flesh!”

Mane-iac moved the weapon to aim it at their cage, sliding herself back to the seat. Having not yet rezipped herself, the cunt juice from her excitement drooled off the seat, “You will be the weapon’s first victims, and there is no pony that can save you from this fate!”

Mane-iac paused a few seconds, and everyone sat awkwardly. It felt like someone should say something but no one was sure what. Mane-iac finally whipped herself up onto the mane cannon. She mounted the barrel and began rolling her hips against it, leaving wet smudges of her juice along the shiny metallic top.

“I’m not like Hum-Drum,” Spike came to a realization for no particular reason, “When my friends really need me I do come through! And they need me now.”

“I see dementia must be a side-effect of the Hairspray Ray of Doom,” laughed Mane-iac, then picked herself up high “Tonight, we stand upon the brink of the biggest dead giveaway in history, for we, though mostly me, have finally defeated our most hated nemesis! We have raped the fearful face of goodness with the brush of badness, and have struck a blow for murder-rapists everywhere! And nothing will stop us!

To really send home how defeated they were, Mane-iac pulled Applejack’s, Rarity’s, and Fluttershy’s corpses up into the air, tentacles still defiling the cadavers in every hole as if by instinct. She drew them close to the cage so their friends could see the look of abject horror on their faces, save for Fluttershy who no longer had much of a face to be horrified. She smacked the corpses against the hanging cage, making it sway.

“Was that too much of a speech?” asked Mane-iac, shrieking with laughter, “I’m not beating a dead horse, am I?”

While she continued to beat the dead horses against the other soon-to-be-dead horses’ cage, Spike was busy. While Mane-iac’s minions were distracted by her speech, Spike ran around to take hold of the tarp that had previously been over the doom cannon. Latching it up to some convenient chains, he positioned them so they’d snag most or all of the henchponies now listening to the speech.

Spike tied the other end of the chains to a crate, which he then tipped over the edge of a catwalk, causing the entire tarp to slide across the floor, not only gathering up the minions, but slinging them across the room and landing directly into a vat of chemicals. Their screams echoed through the room as they were pulled beneath the acidic goo, bodies torn apart, and fortunately not turning into a dozen more mane-iacs instead of dying.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Spike slid down another rope, slamming his foot right into the face of the pony that was periodically spraying the caged heroes, sending him and the spray sprawling to the floor. The spray burst open, freezing all the remaining minions in their tracks.

“Way to go, Spike!” Twilight smiled, feeling her body gradually become mobile again.

“Yeah let’s go!” grinned Rainbow, “We just gotta beat the Mane-iac and then find some way to bring our friends back; something stupid like the power of love probably.”

“If only Twilight’s slutty sister-in-law were here!” Pinkie lamented.

“Shut the fuck up, Pinkie,” Twilight was in no mood.

As their bodies softened, Twilight, Pinkie, and Rainbow Dash hopped to their hooves... then quickly realized that this didn’t do them a lot of good, as they still had no way of opening the cage that they were in.

“I’ve got this!” Rainbow called out, taking her amulet, which for some reason the Mane-iac had left on her body, and blasted the door with a jolt of lightning.

The door was blasted off, but unfortunately Rainbow didn’t really give her friends any time to consider how to avoid being shocked. Both Twilight and Pinkie felt their bodies blasted with energy, both shrieking as their fur and manes frizzed up, Pinkie’s even more than usual.

“Well that was certainly shocking!” Mane-iac laughed as she watched her nemeses' incompetence once again ensure her victory.

Rainbow charged out of the cage only to be smacked in the face by a tentacle and then flipped as she flew across the room. Another snatched her necklace as she was spinning, depriving her of her power now that she had done the predictable with it, and suddenly Rainbow found herself being used as a punching bag by a lot of tentacle fists.

Rainbow grunted as she was slugged in the gut, then was suddenly pummeled from all directions, trying to speak but only getting half-words out before the breath was knocked out of her again. One tendril slipped around one of her wings, snapping it cleanly in half, eliciting a glorious shriek from Dash as she fell towards the floor, or at least tried to. Every time she got near to striking the floor, she’d get a hard cunt-punt from a tentacle that would send her flying back up into the air for another round. Soon her body was black and darker blue, covered in bruises as she gagged up blood and tried to scream.

As Twilight stumbled from the cage, Mane-iac grabbed her by one hind hoof, yanking her over, then ramming one thick tentacle right through her spandex, pushing her goods open and penetrating deep. It rammed a jagged tip against her cervix, slicing through it, then expanded the tip within her womb. She then held her by the one tentacle in her cunt, casually smacking her against the nearby wall every few seconds, keeping her dazed until it was her turn to die.

Pinkie, however, was left to the minions, hitting the ground so hard that a front leg snapped, and then tumbling to the floor with an uncharacteristic wail. The few thugs that weren’t either dissolving or frozen grabbed hold of her, Pinkie wriggling helplessly, eying the throbbing shafts that were no doubt about to give her a drilling.

Mane-iac grabbed hold of Spike’s leg as well, no sooner than he had kicked the hair spray off, he found himself dragged to the floor and slammed down hard on his back. He was then yanked up to the doom ray, slammed down again atop the barrel. He looked up to see the maniacal form of the Mane-iac as she straddled him, the heat and wetness of her slit felt grinding against his crotch. There was no avoiding his dual dicks from sliding from his reptilian slit to throb against her.

“Oh dear Hum-Drum,” Mane-iac chrred as she felt not one but two shafts throbbing against him, “Looks like I’m about to do a double take!”

Mane-iac lifted her hips up, popping an oily tentacle into her own back door, taking several long thrusts to lubricate herself before yanking it free. She then ground herself against Spike’s shaft, sliding herself up and pushing down onto them, upper shaft pushing easily into her drenched foal hole as his other popped somewhat less easily into her rear entry. She purred a bit as she began rotating her hips, pushing him in and out as she smacked wet fur together with wet scales.

“Well this is... not a mare I ever expected to be fucking,” grunted Spike, unable to keep from pushing his hips up in response to her movements; even evil cock holes felt amazing massaging his shaft after all.

Unfortunately for Spike, a double cock massage wasn’t the only thing he was getting, as he felt another tentacle pull his tail out of the way to drill into his own back door, sending a jolt of pain up through him as it forced its way inside that tight hole. He quickly found himself gagging on another one, biting down hard, but his sharp teeth just slipping between the strands of her mane tendril. Even then though, Spike slid his claws up and eagerly grasped at the Mane-iac’s flanks, figuring that if he was about to die, he may as well make himself enjoy the last slut he’d ever impale.

“Oh prickly claws, unable to resist a drop-dead gorgeous mare like me, Hum-Drum?” cackled Mane-iac, “No time to split hairs with you though, you’re not the next on my bucket list.”

“Fucking hell, why does it hurt this much?” Rainbow gagged up blood as her beating finally ceased and she was pulled towards the Mane-iac, tears rolling down the mighty pegasus’ face as Mane-iac stared into her eyes, “Oh Celestia, I’m really gonna die! We’re all gonna die!”

“Oh you’re dead right, Zapp,” chuckled Mane-iac, tendrils relieving Rainbow of her outfit just as she had with Fluttershy, for a very similar reason, “You know I was having so much fun, I think I skipped dinner, maybe I should have a bite to eat.”

“I don’t suppose you’re gonna swallow me whole, are you?” Rainbow’s eyes got large as she eyed the Mane-iac’s very carnivorous teeth.

“I’m afraid not,” laughed Mane-iac, “Suffice to say, I have some bones to pick with you.” She grinned widely, teeth glistening in the light.

Rainbow cringed as she watched Mane-iac lean her head forward, a tentacle clenching around Rainbow’s right back leg tightly, acting as a tourniquet so that she didn’t bleed out too soon. Rainbow’s head was pulled forward to make sure she was looking right at it as Mane-iac’s teeth ripped into her thigh, pulling out a strip of flesh and chewing it messily, little bits of meat and blood drooling down onto Spike’s face.

Mane-iac grabbed the leg in both of her own forehooves, tearing chunk after chunk out, gnawing down meat as if it were a giant chicken leg. Rainbow kicked the leg wildly, at least until the tendons were torn apart, then had to settle for kicking her other legs, which didn’t work very well as they were being held.

Rainbow’s muzzle was left empty so that Mane-iac could hear her terrified shrieks, but her other holes received the attention they deserved, both stabbed with unlubricated tendrils, which twisted around inside her, one drilling up into her womb as the other forced it’s way deep into her ass, chaffing her insides until she at least got some blood as lubrication. Rainbow screamed from the stabbing pain there as well, though it was background to the sensation of getting a leg eaten.

Mane-iac didn’t stop until Rainbow’s leg was devoid of meat, leaving nothing but teeth marks on the bones. Once Mane-iac was finished with the leg, she moved Rainbow above her so that her blood would drool onto her. She then pulled the tentacle from Rainbow’s pussy with a slurp, instead opening wide and biting down right on her crotch, tearing a hunk of meat, ripping Rainbow’s lips off in the process and leaving her fuck tunnel as a gaping hole.

“What’s wrong Zapp?” said Mane-iac as blood poured onto her face from the wound that used to be Rainbow’s pussy, “I thought you’d enjoy getting eaten out one last time!” Mane-iac finally tore her own outfit off, in enough of a hurry to not care what condition it fell away in. She wanted to feel blood and gore against her bare fur.

Mane-iac continued to laugh even as she ripped more meat free, stuffing chunks down into her maw, barely swallowing at all, and tearing a larger gash up Rainbow’s gut. She ripped Rainbow’s womb from her body, then grasped it with a tentacle, moving it to stuff it into Rainbow’s muzzle, finally cutting off her screams and choking her as she rammed it deep into her throat.

She didn’t have time to die of suffocation though as Mane-iac gutted her completely, tearing up her chest with her fangs, then letting Rainbow’s gore flop out over her, opening her muzzle to catch blood and bits of organs, intestines looping around her neck like a gore necklace. Rainbow’s body spasmed to a stop even as Mane-iac rubbed her guts all over her, coating herself with blood. She finally tossed Rainbow’s fresh corpse to the floor, guts splatting all around it.

In the palace, Rainbow’s gutted cadaver flopped out, landing perfectly so that Rarity’s head was pushed up into her gut. A splatter of guts was next as her loose organs were thrown out separately, even the partially-digested bits from Mane-iac’s stomach were tossed onto the corpse pile in a spray of delicious gore.

Spike was finding it impossible to enjoy now, despite both of his shaft pulsing hard within her, seconds from blowing a double load inside of her. The monster was definitely skilled in the use of her holes, which were caressing and twisting about Spike’s members to drive them closer. Ripping Rainbow’s life away sent the Mane-iac over the edge, her pussy convulsing with a hot climax, vomiting her wicked greenish cunt honey all over Spike.

Any pleasure was countered when Mane-iac tugged the tentacle from Spike’s maw and rammed Rainbow’s heart into it instead, still beating for a few thumps before it stopped. He looked up at Mane-iac towering over him, fur matted with blood, covered in organs as she gave him a sadistic grin.

“You’re lucky you were the only male, you know, Hum-Drum,” laughed Mane-iac, “You’d hardly be my first choice if any of your allies had a cock or two for me. It feels like things are about to cum to an end for you though!”

Spike continued to grasp her hips and ram himself upwards, but now simply hoping to get it finished so he could die and be done with her puns. Blood bubbled up from Rainbow’s heart as he moaned, his throbbing dragon shafts expelling one last load up into Mane-iac’s waiting holes. She let him paint her insides white as they panted together.

“That’s it, nothing like forcing myself on the inferior gender,” Mane-iac chuckled, “Too bad you can’t put a foal in me, I would have liked to have one to kill later. I guess you really are just dead weight!”

Mane-iac yanked her body up, cunt and ass drooling Spike’s spunk as his cocks slipped out, a tentacle raising him so that he looked eye-to-eye with the Mane-iac, “And it’s all your fault; your stupid little comic got them all killed; I guess that’s about as useless as you can get!”

Spike’s heart sank more when the ‘character’ actually acknowledged that she knew she was killing ‘real’ ponies. Tears ran down his face, for his friends more than himself. Spike wondered how long his friends would lay there on the cold stone floor before somepony thought to go look for them.

“You’re right, this is my fault,” Spike choked on tears, “I deserve to rot with them.”

Maniac laughed in his face, spittle splashing him as if she thought his statement was the most hilarious thing ever. She pulled Spike above her as well, grasping tentacles around his arms and legs, then pulling each of them in opposite directions. More tendrils wrapped about his upper and lower torso, keeping his limbs from coming off first.

He gave one last scream before he came apart in the middle, guts pouring down over Mane-iac as she ripped him clean in half. She opened her maw again, catching his intestines in her teeth and then swallowing them down like a thick strand of spaghetti. Finally her plan was almost to fruition, a very different plan than what she was giving speeches about.

Back in the palace, a shower of Spike’s guts rained out of the book first, followed by each half of his body, several seconds apart, which settled atop the pile, the gooey coating of organs and blood helping them stick at the top.

While Rainbow and Spike were getting picked apart, Pinkie had been relegated to the minions. She tried to pull herself up off the floor, her broken leg making it impossible to speed around as she had been, and felt stallions grasp at her from all sides.

“Hay no fair!” complained Pinkie, “Everypony else gets to be killed by the big villain! Spike should be the one dying like this!” The Mane-iac was far too busy nomming Rainbow though; Pinkie’s pleas fell on deaf ears.

The thugs had a few grievances with Pinkie though, especially the ones she had been speed-boning earlier. She was tackled over onto her back, a stallion putting all his weight on her broken leg as he pushed her legs apart and rammed home. Pinkie wasn’t exactly tight, but she was warm and wet all the same, the stallion groaning as his shaft was bathed in sexual goodness and his belly smacked against her pleasantly chubby gut.

The others weren’t waiting, a second stallion pushing the pair over, rolling Pinkie over onto her side so that he could move up behind her. As slutty as she was, getting into her behind dry was still a challenge, but one he was up to. He clenched up and grasped her with all four legs before finally manage to cram her full. He groaned even as both of them chaffed.

“This isn’t fair!” Pinkie repeated, “This is a tentacle fanfic, I’m supposed to be killed by ten- mmph!”

Pinkie’s further complaints were snuffed out as she felt a third dick stuffed into her face, neck swelling out as it was invaded, balls swinging to smack her chin as he rammed it all the way home. Before she knew it she was being invaded from all directions by a trio of stallions that were rather heavily making out with one another above her plundered body.

Pinkie looked slightly less annoyed though as she felt the Mane-iac’s spare tentacles lashing about her four hooves even as she was tripled-raped by throbbing horse meat. That annoyance turned to gut-wrenching pain though as one at a time, the tentacles wrapped tightly about a limb and twisted it hard, splintering the bone with a series of painful snaps before yanking it off and tossing it aside like trash. Each time a leg was snapped free, Pinkie’s body convulsed, holes rolling over her rapists’ and pleasuring them even as they were sprayed down with her blood.

Her body writhed like a giant bloody bean as the last of her appendages were pried free, holes clenching hotly around their occupants. Even as she became dizzy from blood-loss, she was bounced back and forth between them. The last thing she felt was her defiled body being pumped full of sperm one hole at a time, first getting a load up her dry, chaffed asshole, followed by her sopping wet cunt, blowing up her womb like a balloon.

As the last stallion blasted his load into her throat, a tentacle wrapped about her neck, wrenching it around to pry her head clean off of her body. The stallion fucking her throat found his cock pushing right through the severed head and out her neck, splattering his spunk all over her body even as it convulsed to a stop.

Pinkie’s body flew out of the book a pieces at a time, each of her limbs flying out several seconds apart from one another, smacking the wall and tumbling down into the corpse pile. Her body was next, giving one last twitch as it landed atop her dead friends, then her head, which landed neatly on top. Still there was no indication of how they were put in these conditions, especially since there was no blood anywhere else in the room; they were just a pile of bodies in various states of cooling and stiffening.

Finally, Mane-iac pulled Twilight over to her. The monster grabbed Pinkie’s severed head, pushing her tentacle-dick up through Pinkie’s neck hole and out her muzzle, moaning as she thrust repeatedly. The warmth of guts on her body and the sight of the carnage she was responsible for sent her over quickly, and Twilight found her own face getting splattered with green acidic sperm as it was vomited from Pinkie’s muzzle. Twilight just stared, unable to take her eyes off her friend’s terror-stricken dead face even as cum splattered into her eyes.

“Still worried that your friends are really dying?” laughed Mane-iac, seeming quite comfortable with breaking character now, “Well let me put your mind at ease.”

A portal opened, just enough for Twilight to peer through. Her blood ran cold as she looked upon the pile of her dead friends, a pile that she was going to shortly land on top of.

“No!” screamed Twilight, “My friends! You monster! Why would you even do this? What kind of a fucking comic book is this?”

“You don’t think the store put this comic book in the freebie bin did you?” laughed Mane-iac, “When your corpse, the last corpse, is spit out, the book will teleport back to the freebie bin to claim another victim.” She grinned widely, “It will need a replacement for me, however. Now that I’ve absorbed the power of the ‘elements’, I’ll be able to escape into the real world. There I’m going to murder your family, your friends’ families, your teachers, everyone that is special to you just for spite.”

“Y-you’re just saying that to scare me,” Twilight rationalized, “Y-you’d have no motive for that, and you’d never get away with it!”

“Oh I’m dead serious. Murder is the only motive I need, Twilight, and I’m quite good at getting away with murder,” laughed Mane-iac, dropping all pretense and using her real name. “So this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to kill you, crawl out of this book, have one last fling with all of your corpses, then crawl off to plan my dirty deeds.”

“Please don’t,” was all that Twilight could say, tears streaming down her face as she choked on sobs.

“Oh don’t be like that,” giggled Mane-iac, “Let’s kiss and make up.”

Mane-iac chuckled, bringing Twilight close, tentacles shredding what was left of Twilight’s clothing. Mane-iac’s cock-tentacle throbbed against Twilight’s body, then was pushed into her slit, stretching it out slowly and gently. She wrapped her hooves about Twilight’s form, stroking her, then kissed her deeply, her tentacle like tongue invading Twilight’s throat.

Rather than immediately brutalize her, Mane-iac took a moment to lovingly and passionately make love to her, mocking Twilight by showing her how much she was enjoying the moment. Twilight’s hips responded, perhaps thinking that if she did well Mane-iac might spare her still-living friends and family, their bellies colliding with a soft slap on each thrust, a mixture of their cunt honey drooling down their thighs.

Twilight even pulled her own legs around Mane-iac’s form, stroking through her blood-matted fur, even intertwining her own tail with Mane-iac’s. Twilight’s eyes still betrayed her misery, but all the same cradled Mane-iac’s’ head and returned her kisses, the best she could while Mane-iac’s tongue pushed down her throat.

Finally Mane-iac shivered, the tentacle in Twilight blowing off, drenching Twilight’s tunnel with thick spunk, making the monster shiver against her. “Oh if I didn’t need your energy, I’d keep you,” chuckled Mane-iac, “You are just deliciously broken, but alas... it’s time to let your mane down.”

Mane-iac pushed Twilight away, pulling out of her and grasping her by one hind leg. Twilight was swung in front of the hair-dryer wave-cannon as Mane-iac slid herself back to the control chair, pulling the trigger.

It wasn’t as painful as Twilight thought it would be, at first at least. She felt the energy absorbed, then was dropped by Mane-iac’s tentacle onto the floor below. Twilight managed to flap her wings and flutter to a fairly graceful landing.

Then she felt it; her own mane twisting and curling atop her, her tail doing the same, and she was grasped by a dozen angry tendrils from her own hair.

Maniac’s grinned down at her from atop the cannon, “Go fuck yourself, Twilight.”

Twilight was suddenly invaded by her own mane from every direction. Her cunt, still slick with Mane-iac’s seed, was penetrated rather easily, cum bubbling out from around the tentacle as it rammed deep. The one in her behind was a lot less comfortable, feeling like a giant spike impaling her as it rammed into her. Her scream was quickly cut off as several tendrils invaded her muzzle at once, bloating out her neck as she gagged.

Not only was she being brutally raped by her own mane, but Twilight wasn’t getting any of the pleasant feedback that Mane-iac got from her own mane. It was all agony as she was speared from all ends. And these tentacles had even less restraint, the one in her ass ramming directly up through her, not seeming to care that her intestinal tract had bends in it, instead just ramming up through her guts.

The one in her cunt did the same, ramming right through her cervix and then the back wall of her womb just as easily. As the other came down from her throat, they all lashed together in the middle, tying themselves in a neat little not, then sawing back and forth, grinding up her insides as they moved against them. Twilight’s body convulsed, swelling with bruises from her internal injuries.

The last thing Twilight ever saw was the portal that Mane-iac had shown her expanding, the monster cackling as she lashed her tentacles through it and pulled herself into the real world. Twilight could only hope that Mane-iac’s threats had been for meanness and nothing else as she too faded.

Twilight’s corpse was tossed out last, and would be the most confusing for the investigators, since her own mane was still stabbed right through her and tied in a neat knot in the middle of her gut, but with none of its previous liveliness to explain how it got there.

Even as her corpse slumped against the side of the corpse pile, Mane-iac’s tendrils whipped from the book as well, the beast cackling as she pulled herself through. She stopped for a moment to admire the pile of cadavers, giving her own tentacles a bit of a test by jabbing a few of the corpses, just to make sure they worked in the real world. Satisfied that they did, she crawled her way out of the room.

The corpse pile was in the secret room where the diary of the two sisters had been, so Mane-iac closed the hidden entrance behind her, even taking time to break the trigger that would open it again.

“I see you’re all dead tired, so I’ll leave you be,” the Mane-iac laughed as she left, unable to keep from making puns even when nopony could hear her.

Back in the room, the comic book glowed brightly before it disappeared, reappearing back in the bargain bin where it had been found.

7. Power Epilogue

Celestia didn’t cry. Not because she didn’t care, but because she was pretty used to students being brutally murdered. She did tend to send them on dangerous missions after all; Twilight had actually lasted significantly longer than average, second only to Cadence.

Though still, this was a bit different. They hadn’t died for some cause; they’d just been murdered for no apparent reason and left to rot.

The first search of the castle had turned up nothing, and it was only when Celestia was told that there was a horrible smell in the palace that they couldn’t find the source of did she realize they might be in one of the many hidden rooms.

It wasn’t easy to remember all the rooms she’d hidden, and the original blueprints weren’t laying around, so they had to scour the palace taking measurements to identify where there was missing space. Now she was in her throne room, receiving a report from a guard.

“You found them then,” Celestia sighed.

“Yes,” the guard said carefully, looking as if he feared saying the wrong thing and setting her off, “We couldn’t find a trigger for the room so we just drilled through the wall... they were there, in a pile, just sort of left to rot, with maggots and beetles and...”

“I know what the definition of ‘left to rot’ is,” Celestia stopped him, “What evidence has been found?”

“That’s just it,” said the guard, “None at all. Unlike with the recent murders in Ponyville, there’s no blood anywhere else, nor any signs of them being dragged there. At the same time, there isn’t enough blood at the pile for them to have been killed there. The only thing aside from the bodies we found was strange green hairs, but we can’t identify what kind of creature they are from.”

“Same as the ones at the murder scenes in Ponyville?” asked Celestia.

“They’re the same type as was found at the scene of those crimes, yes,” sighed the guard.

“Continue your investigation,” ordered Celestia simply, “Take them alive if you can, so that I may torture them myself. Also have the bodies repaired for their funerals, especially Twilight's. We'll be adding them all to the collection.”

“Y-yes, your highness,” stammered the guard before turning away, a bit creeped out at Celestia's habit of keeping her old students like a hunter into taxidermy.

“Sister?” a voice came from behind Celestia, and she turned to see Luna.

“Did you find them?” Celestia asked.

“Indeed,” Luna nodded, “I believe I located the individual through their dreams, but it will take some time to locate them physically. I'll have to watch for hints, but have to be careful not to let them know they're being observed. Perhaps I can identify a next victim before they act upon them.”

“Continue then,” Celestia said, looking back over her throne room, “Also: we need to find a new student. I really hate starting over.”

3. Power Ponies

Spike awoke, with cramps all over, pulling himself up off what felt like pavement. He was wearing blue boots, gloves, a pointless red cape, as well as a mask, though he didn’t put two and two together too quickly. He was looking more at his surroundings, a huge city-scape with skyscrapers as far as the eye could see.

“Is this... Maretropolis?” Spike gasped.

“Some pony wanna tell me what the pig-fuck is goin’ on?” Applejack asked from behind him.

Spike turned around, his eyes widening at what he saw. “Holy new persona’s ponies!”

He looked at his friends one at a time, Twilight dressed in a skin-tight red body-suit with white feet and a blue breastplate, horn-covering, and yellow mask about her eyes. Spike blinked as she looked herself over. “You’re the Masked Matter-Horn!” Spike exclaimed.

Then to Pinkie, who now wore a white body suit that covered all but her tail, face, and a mohawk-like sliver of her mane, covered with purple arrows. Spike knew her as well, “Fili-Second!” Then up to Rainbow, who wore a black body suit with white feet, black helmet, and lightning medallion around her neck. Spike pointed to her, “Zapp!”

Spike then barely repressed his cocks from springing to full hardness immediately upon seeing Rarity in the skin-tight blue, diamond decorated outfit with a mask, diamonds threaded through her mane. “Radiance... “ he practically drooled out the words.

Spike ripped his attention away from her long enough to look to Applejack, who had a red outfit, green mane and tail coverings, with a rope and a belt full of gadgets. “Mistress Mare-velous!” And then one more for Fluttershy, who wore a simple green suit with purple mask and a few flowery additions, “Saddle Rager!”

“You’re... the superheroes from my comic book!” exclaimed Spike, “It somehow zapped us all in here?”

“So somepony zap us back out!” grumbled Rainbow Dash... er Zapp.

“My comic book!” Spike tried to remember, “It said the way to get back to where we started was to defeat the Mane-iac... Your arch-nemesis! ... I’m pretty sure that’s what it said at least.” Spike was having trouble concentrating as he was staring at Rarity again.

Rarity didn’t notice at first, as she was busy admiring herself as well, though she quickly caught Spike’s stare and giggled, “Oh Spikey Wikey, you can be such a silly boy.” She strutted towards him, “And you in your boots, gloves, belt, and cape like a pint-sized dom.” She winked, “Maybe you can be on top for once.”

Spike walked up to her as well, then padded around her as she stood still, watching him circle her like a little vulture. He grinned as he ran a claw down her side, over her hot flanks, and slid it down between her hind legs where only the thin-piece of skin-tight fabric separated his claws from his favorite female-parts. This sort of outfit was sexier than her being nude.

“Oh aren’t you a sweetie,” Rarity pinched his cheek with her magic, and didn’t stop him as he stood behind her.

Spike didn’t mind her talking to him like a child, especially when it looked like she might be about to let him do something very un-childlike to her again. He grinned more widely, sliding his hand just beneath her tail and tugging at the zipper on her costume, unzipping it just enough to uncover what he needed, that tight little asshole and slick white pussy.

“Um, if we’re going to get out of this,” Rainbow grumbled, “We probably don’t have time for you to to have cosplay sex.” As if Rainbow could judge anyone for cosplay, considering she usually refused to have sex without wearing either a Daring Do or Wonderbolts outfit.

“Oh fer... are we doin’ this?” Applejack complained, “Damn it Rarity, ya nasty little colt coddler.” Which was also hypocritical, since she’d gotten her lick on with Applebloom plenty, but that didn’t count to Applejack since she was family.

“Your point?” Rarity said as she fluttered her eyes at Applejack.

Now that she had been called out on it, Rarity wasn’t less inclined to do it right in front of them, she was actually encouraged. Anyway, it wasn’t like it was a secret why Spike followed Rarity around and did everything for her, or that the white unicorn had a colt-cuddling habit in general. She rolled her hips back against Spike’s claw, looking back over her shoulder and licking her lips at him. “I was thinking about getting a quickie in with him during our tea break anyway. No time like the present, don’t you think, Spikey-poo?”

“Spike... Rarity...” sighed Twilight, “I wouldn’t normally mind, but I really do think we should look for a way out of this.”

“The museum that the Mane-iac is about to rob is right across the street from this building,” shrugged Spike, “We’re gonna have to wait for her to get here anyway, so may as well do something fun with the time, right?” He asked, winking like he thought he was hot stuff, “And don’t be so high-and-mighty, I’ve been inside all of you at least once. Besides, Rarity is just too fuck-able in this outfit.”

“Well I’m that in any outfit,” Rarity rubbed her hips back against his front.

“Fuck yeah you are,” groaned Spike as he pushed his hips forward. His lower shaft pushed into Rarity’s familiar slit, feeling her lips roll down around it, making up for both the size difference and Rarity’s sluttiness by clamping down her hot pussy around him, rolling her tunnel against his shaft one way and then another to milk him. His upper shaft dipped into her pussy together with the first one for a few thrusts, getting her sopping wet cunt honey all over it, before he pushed it into her asshole instead, shivering at the relatively tight anal ring, a tunnel that also clenched tightly around him.

Spike could fuck this perfect plot for hours, but knew he should make this one a quickie. It helped that Rarity herself got off in less than a minute, as the act of getting double-fucked by underage dick in front of her friends was ridiculously hot. She spasmed hard over him, her juice pouring down his legs and into his boots. He couldn’t hold himself any longer with her convulsing on him, so blew his own loads, one into her soft pussy, blasting his sperm into her womb for all the good it did, and popping another load into her tight ass.

Spike groaned one more time, pulling himself out with a slurp and zipping up Rarity’s costume before his cum started to leak out; he wanted there to be a wet spot there from his spunk as they were fighting.

But suddenly there was a crash from across the street, causing them all to look. This was followed by a thump as the Mane-iac exited the museum without using the door, blasting a hole to the outside and lashing the green tentacles of her mane about to hold herself aloft.

“Power Ponies!” She laughed hysterically, showing an unnatural set of meat-cleaving fangs as she did so, brandishing what looked like one of those nifty plasma globes, “How kind of you to join us!”

“Huh,” said Spike, “Guess we should have thought to check for her INSIDE the museum.”