Death By Puns (And Tentacles)

“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.