Death By Puns (And Tentacles)

“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.