Death By Puns (And Tentacles)

“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.