Mane-iac Bound

“All right,” said Mane-iac, addressing her assembled henchponies from the upper balcony of her hideout. “It’s almost time, so let’s just go over this once more. Your boss, Mane-iac, is doing what today? She’s doing a…” With a gesture, she indicated that it was her henchponies’ turn to speak.

“Consensual rape roleplay,” said the henchponies, roughly in unison.

“That’s correct,” said Mane-iac. “Boundaries, safe words, that sort of thing. So if you hear unusual noises, sounds of distress, etc. etc. from Mane-iac’s bedroom, do you kick down the door and try to neutralize her quote-unquote attacker?”

“No,” said the henchponies.

“Right again,” said Mane-iac. “I’m not mad at those of you who spoiled my fun last time, even though, in the heat of the moment, I did choke you all half to death. You came to my aid and that’s what good henchponies do. But this time, I want to know that I can just relax and have a worry-free session of simulated rape. All right, all of you, back to work.”

Mane-iac headed back into her quarters, walking on tentacular locks of hair, and made herself comfortable on the bed. This was one of the nice things about being the boss, she thought to herself. You could just talk loudly about your triple-X-rated hobbies and everybody had to listen and nod along.

Well, that probably wouldn’t fly in a normal workplace, but villainous organizations played by different rules. Mane-iac wasn’t cut out for the button-down corporate world anyhow - at least, not since she went insane and acquired super powers.

Being a supervillain was at least as a demanding a job as her old one - CEO of a hair-care company - and it didn’t afford her opportunities for things like maternity leave. Mane-iac was, at the moment, extremely pregnant - but without her attention, the whole organization would collapse. Her henchponies were loyal - her severe punishments saw to that - but they came from the criminal underworld of Maretropolis, and the competence of her employees varied greatly. So here she was, so pregnant she could barely stand on her own two feet, ordering around her minions like nothing had changed. The job was wearing her down more than usual, and she needed a particular form of stress relief.

And fortunately for her, it seemed that her guest was right on schedule. There was a sound like the flipping of pages, and Discord stood before her, without fanfare, as if he’d always been there.

“Well, hello,” said the draconequus. His body was lanky and irregular, tall and with a tendency to loom. Mane-iac was tall for a mare, but Discord was a head taller than her - and he’d decided to appear just a few inches away from her. He was already looming over her, red-and-yellow eyes staring aggressively down at her.

“Hello yourself,” said Mane-iac. “You gangly creep.”

“Oh?” laughed Discord, rearing his head back. “Not all of us have the advantage of being drawn by horny comic book artists. You know they redesigned you to be sexier a few months back?” He stuck a talon into her cleavage, and she scowled, but didn’t pull away. “Your dress is a lower cut, your tits are bigger, your ass is fatter…”

“You’re still on this shit?” muttered Mane-iac. “I know you’re trying to act crazier than me, Discord, but I don’t get any fun from this story you keep trying to tell.”

“Oh, it’s no mere story,” said Discord. “You’re a fictional creation, Mane-iac. You exist to repeatedly lose to the Power Ponies, in what is basically the same story re-told again and again for decades. Occasionally an author will do something creative with you, but usually they just change your costume… or give you bigger tits.”

He pulled his talon out of her cleavage and groped her breast… and then his hand slid lower, caressing her pregnant belly. “I guess this has something to do with the size of your tits too,” he said. “I’m an awfully big fan of this look, Mane-iac. Don’t get me wrong, I think you’ll be a terrible mother, but the gravid look is very flattering on you. Best-case scenario, the writers will just leave you pregnant permanently. It’s not as though the passage of time means very much in the world of superhero comics.”

Mane-iac rolled her eyes, her tentacular hair writhing irritably. One tentacle wrapped itself around his wrist, tightening until Discord’s talons twitched from the pain. “So you’re saying that I had smaller breasts? A few months ago?”

“I’m saying that every aspect of you and your world can be rewritten on the merest editorial whim,” said Discord. “All the pain of your origin story? All fake. Your burning hatred for the Power Ponies, that grudge you can’t get rid of? You’re only obsessed with them because you’re written that way.”

He reached around her and grabbed her ass, pulling her close - and grinding his crotch against hers, rubbing his hard cock against the front of her skintight bodysuit. “And the best part about that? No matter what I do to you… it doesn’t matter. Who would get mad if I slapped around a fictional character? Who would get mad if I held her down and covered her mouth and fucked her?” He tightened his grip on her asscheek and pulled her closer to him, grinding harder against her crotch. “You’ve died a few times, Mane-iac, and none of it matters, because you’re. Not. Real.”

“Yeah?” growled Mane-iac. “Yeah? You sound like you’re gonna do something to me, Discord. You sound like you think you can fuck with he terror of Maretropolis. You don’t seem to understand why I am feared.” She tightened the tentacle that was wrapped around Discord’s wrist, wrenching it away from her breast. Chest heaving, face flushed, she stared daggers into Discord’s eyes, daring him to try something.

“Oh, you’re feared around here, are you?” asked Discord, using the tips of his talons to stroke the tentacular green hair wrapped around his wrist. “There’s a place the name of Discord is feared, too. It’s called ‘the real world,’ and I’m feared out there because I have the power to do whatever I want, whenever I want. And if it’s that easy to make changes in my world, just imagine how easy it is for me to change this one. Your world barely has continuity to begin with.”

Discord snapped the fingers on his feline paw, and the tentacle that was gripping his other wrist suddenly went limp, flopping down like a lock of ordinary hair. “I could do that to your entire mane,” he said. “I could also make it go gray and give you awful split ends…” He put his talons back on her breast and squeezed the soft flesh. “I could even make you bald as a cueball, but… well, I’m not that cruel. Plus, I’d much rather fuck a chick with a full head of hair.”

“You think you’re going to fuck me?” spat Mane-iac. “You pop up in my quarters, you insult me, my mess with my hair, and you think you’re going to fuck me?” She lashed out with four of her tentacles, wrapping them around Discord’s neck with lightning speed. “This is my lair, Discord. We are surrounded by my minions, and my mane is wrapped around your neck. I am moments away from snapping your-”

All four tentacles fell limp, all the same time. This time, there was no finger snap from Discord; he simply imposed his will on the world. “You are really overplaying your hand, Mane-iac,” he said. “For a mare who says she doesn’t want to get fucked, you’re really trying my patience.” He worked his talons underneath the low neckline of her bodysuit, grasping the cup that covered her right breast, and pulled it away. Her round purple tit bounded out, and she looked down at it in silence for moment - then she roared at Discord, smacking him in the shoulders with her fists.

“You asshole!” she yelled, squirming in Discord’s grip. “Get the fuck out of here, prick!”

“First you threatened to snap my neck, and now you’re just telling me to leave?” said Discord, squeezing her bare breast with his talons. “Sounds like you know you’re outmatched, Mane-iac.” He leaned his head closer, lowering his voice to a hissing whisper. “Even someone as arrogant and disturbed as you can be convinced that she’s not top dog.”

Discord leaned into Mane-iac, pressing their lips together, and slipped his tongue past her vicious, gleaming teeth. Discord’s tongue was long, thick, and powerful; his patchwork body was made up of all sorts of different species, and his tongue must have come from… a giraffe, maybe? What sort of creature had a tongue that long?

Part of Mane-iac wanted to fight back, to push Discord away. She was supposed to be angry right now, offended by Discord’s arrogance… but her body had its own ideas about how to react. She felt herself falling into the kiss, meeting his tongue with hers; soon it was a contest of power between them, both of them fighting for dominance. Mane-iac found herself overpowered almost instantly - Discord’s tongue filled her mouth, and his slobber overflowed her lips, dripping down her chin. She surrendered to the kiss, letting herself go almost limp in his arms, moaning softly as Discord explored her mouth at his leisure.

He withdrew from her mouth, their lips separating wetly as he pulled back. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, kneading Mane-iac’s breast with slow motions of his fingers. “How about you beg me to go? Get on your knees, admit your powers are nothing compared to mine… in fact, you may as well admit that your powers aren’t very good to begin with. I mean, you have, what? Crazy hair? It’s honestly ridiculous that you’re the pre-eminent villain of the Power Ponies.”

“You arrogant shit,” growled Mane-iac.

“Oh, and of course, of course,” said Discord, “I’ll need you to admit that your whole world is fake, your whole backstory never happened, and everything that you’re trying to achieve is meaningless.”

“Fuck you!” Mane-iac yelled. “Fuck you! Bigger villains than you have tried to fuck with the Mane-iac, and I’m still here! What the fuck do you think you can do to me?”

“Well, let’s see!” said Discord. He raised his feline paw and beckoned towards Mane-iac’s bed - a luxurious four-poster bed with pink sheets. The bed came to life, leaping towards them like a four-legged beast, and came to rest right behind Mane-iac. Discord shoved her backwards onto the bed - and after the first bounce, her hair shot out behind her. Four ropes of hair lashed out and wrapped themselves around the posts behind her head - two on either side.

“My hair!” yelled Mane-iac. “What are you doing?”

“See, this is just what I mean about your powers,” said Discord, casually removing his slacks as he loomed over Mane-iac’s prone body. “Not terribly impressive for fighting the Power Ponies... but quitegood for restraining you.”

Mane-iac roared at Discord, reaching out with both arms, trying to leap off the bed… but she only succeeded in hurting herself when the hair binding her to the bedposts pulled tight. “Ooh, don’t pull too hard!” said Discord. “You know how important it is to take care of your hair, Mane-iac. Can’t be pulling it out by the roots! Why don’t you just relax?”

“Let me go!” demanded Mane-iac, her teeth bared, her hands clawing at the air. Even as she fought, though, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Discord’s cock. It was long and enormously thick - a good thirteen inches long and perhaps five inches in diameter. It was, quite honestly, too big - to big to comfortably fuck any pony. Mane-iac knew that from experience. But that was how she liked it - she liked her pussy stuffed full of cock, stretched so wide that she almost couldn’t take it. For the sake of appearances, though, she struggled, roaring at Discord as he casually undressed.

“Oh, you’re still in a mood, aren’t you?” said Discord, unbuttoning his shit and pulling it off his shoulders. “Well, then… why don’t I stay away from those sharp teeth and those angry fingernails for the moment? Why don’t I start with… these?” He grasped her thigh-high stockings and pulled them down, peeling the skin-tight material off her legs. When her feet were bared, Discord began to massage their undersides, tenderly kneading the soft skin.

“Oh, you take care of your feet, don’t you, Mane-iac?” said Discord. “For some reason, someone decades ago decided you should be drawn with big feet… and I just love seeing you drawn barefoot. Nothing makes me madder than artists who can’t draw feet… but there’s a few artists who really seem to enjoy drawing every little detail of your lovely purple feet, Mane-iac.” Now fully nude, he knelt by the foot of the bed, bringing his face within inches of her soles. “Every little curve between the ball and the heel, the all toes curled up… you just know they were jerking themselves off to their own drawings. And who could blame them?”

He wrapped his hands around Mane-iac’s right ankle and wrapped his lips around Mane-iac’s big toe, moaning happily as he ran his tongue over her skin. He opened his mouth wider, taking in more of her toes, slobbering lustily over them.

“Fucking freak,” spat Mane-iac. She tried to kick at Discord, but his hands held her ankle down firmly. “You’re a real piece of shit, Discord.”

“Oh, Mane-iac, don’t tell me you’re not having a good time,” said Discord, lifting his mouth from off of her toes. “You know people pay for foot massages, right? And some people pay to have their toes sucked… No one I know personally, but I’m sure some people do…” He stood up, cocking his head and smiling at Mane-iac. “What can I do to make this more fun for you, Mane-iac? Maybe you’re… frustrated?” He placed his hands on his hips, thrusting slightly, making his big pink horsecock waggle. “Maybe it’s been too long. Maybe that big round belly is making it hard to get laid? Being crazy and evil is one thing, but being pregnant… I could see that being a dealbreaker for a lot of guys. You’re staring at the biggest, fattest cock you’ve ever seen, and I haven’t even let you touch it yet…”

He stepped up to the foot of the bed, and his cock slapped against the sole of Mane-iac’s foot. “There you go, Mane-iac. Have some fun with it.” When Mane-iac scowled at him, he thrust his hips again, slapping it harder against the ball of her foot. “Come on, Mane-iac, don’t make me force you.”

Mane-iac pressed her feet together around Discord’s cock, and in spite of her defiant facade she couldn’t keep herself from sighing with pleasure when she felt the immense girth of the draconequus’ dick between her soles. His cock was unreal, and the thought of him jamming it up inside her made her shiver with anticipation.

As big as Discord’s dick was, though, Mane-iac’s feet were still bigger - big enough that she could curl his toes around the flared head of his cock and still massage his fat brown nuts with her heels. The feel of the velvet-soft cock skin and the round, furry balls against her soles made her forget that she was supposed to be fighting him, and her scowl turned to an open, moaning mouth as she stroked his cock.

“There you go,” said Discord. “Now the two of us can get along! I’m truly sorry for keeping my cock away from you for so long… it’s not a mistake I intend to repeat.”

Mane-iac felt a warm trickle over her toes, dripping down the length of her feet. Discord’s precum - and there was lots of it. Discord’s fat brown balls served up big loads, and the precum spurting from his tip was a reminder of what was in store.

“I think we’re ready to get things started,” said Discord. He slapped Mane-iac’s feet aside and crawled onto the bed, creeping over Mane-iac’s prone body until he was straddling her torso, his cock waving in her face. “Can I trust you to be good, Mane-iac? Not going to use those teeth? However good an imagination you have, you can not imagine what I’ll do to you if you mistreat my cock.”

Mane-iac just grumbled. She wasn’t going to use her teeth - of course - but she didn’t want to look too agreeable. Fortunately, Discord wasn’t waiting on a verbal response - he grabbed his cock, aimed it at her mouth, and bumped the fat pink tip against her lips. Mane-iac opened her mouth good and wide, and Discord thrust himself past her lips, stuffing her mouth with his thick column of cock.

“Ah, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” said Discord, humping her mouth, bumping his tip against the back of her throat. “That big, hard cock you wanted so bad, you’re finally getting it. Is that why you were acting out before? Spitting nasty words at me, wrapping your hair around my neck? You just needed this cock so bad…”

He began to hump her mouth harder and faster, gagging her with his girth. He wasn’t getting his dick down her throat - that would be impossible - but he was certainly giving it a shot. Mane-iac moaned around the shaft, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to accommodate his size. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Discord grunted. “This is what you wanted. It takes a lot to get my goat, Mane-iac, but you managed to peeve me just enough… mmmh… that you made me want to brutalize your dirty little mouth.”

“That’s what mares like you are after, isn’t it?” said Discord, wrapping his hands around the back of Mane-iac’s head and pulling her towards his thrusting cock. “A cock this big scares a lot of mares away. And the ones it doesn’t… they’re the ones who like to get stretched out. Filled with dick, stuffed with meat until it hurts.”

Mane-iac could feel Discord’s cock throbbing in her mouth, his rapid pulse running through the shaft as he thrust. She licked at the bulging underside of his dick, eagerly awaiting the first pump of draconequus cum. Meanwhile, he hands were busy; beneath Discord’s thrusting ass and swinging balls, she was groping her exposed tit and running her fingers over her jumpsuit’s crotch. The material was dark with fluid now, stained with Mane-iac’s arousal, aching to be filled.

But before she got her pussy fucked, Mane-iac was going to catch a load of Discord’s spunk in her mouth. He was too close now, his cock throbbing, his grip on her head tightening, his throat offering up long, lustful moans. He wasn’t going to wait around to blow his load in her pussy; he was going to shoot right down her throat.

“Here it comes,” Discord grunted. “You got me so worked up… so damn hard… it’s going to be big and I want you swallow… every drop…”

Discord’s cock jerked upwards, making Mane-iac gag and sputter in shock - and then spunk gushed from his bulging tip, shooting straight down Mane-iac’s throat. She swallowed once, then swallowed again, taking in as much of the thick fluid as she could… but she knew it was a losing battle. Discord came buckets, mouthful after mouthful shooting from those fat brown balls, and it took no time at all for cum to start pouring from her mouth, dripping down her chin and spilling onto her tits.

“Oh you messy bitch,” scolded Discord, tut-tutting as he withdrew his cock from her overflowing mouth. “I'm grateful that you're not fighting me anymore, Mane-iac, but I'm disappointed that you're wasting the big load I've given you. Do you know how uncommon draconequi are, Mane-iac? That’s very rare sperm you’re wasting.”

Mane-iac’s jaw was too sore, and her mouth was too full, for her to muster a response. She swallowed weakly, her eyes drifting sideways as she realized that her hair was once again moving on its own. Mane-iac‘s hair was her power, and her pride… and now that it was under Discord’s control, she'd never felt more powerless. The tentacles were slowly “walking” their way up the bedposts, forcing her to sit upright on the bed… and eventually forcing her to stand.

Discord was circling her, coming up behind her - and once she was standing, he wrapped his arms around her body and put both hands on her round, pregnant belly. “Lucky for you,” he said, “I’ve got plenty more cum where that came from. I could flood your whole hideout if I wanted to…” Her hands drifted lower, until his fingers were grazing the dark, stained material stretched over her pussy. “But I think I’ll settle for flooding this.”

Discord pinched the material of Mane-iac’s skintight suit and pulled in two different directions, tearing it loudly down the middle. “Oh, I’m sorry!” he said mockingly. “You have spare outfits, right? Maybe you could parade around in your silver age costume for me, that could be fun.”

Mane-iac growled at him, covering her purple belly protectively. “You think you can just do whatever you want to me, you prick?”

“I literally can,” said Discord. He hooked his arms underneath her thick purple thighs and lifted her off the bed; her hair released its grip on the bedposts, all four tentacles going limp. “That’s what it means to be the Lord of Chaos, Mane-iac. Even in the real world, I have the power to do whatever I want, whenever I want. And here in this comic book world, where absolutely nothing matters? I can definitely fuck whoever I want. You’re in my power, Mane-iac, and I can fuck you as hard as I want, as many times as I want, and I can fuck you in any hole I feel like. How about you?” he asked, his voice suddenly low and hissing in her ear. “Do you want to get fucked, Mane-iac? Just let me know if you want to get your pussy stuffed full of my fat... cock.”

Mane-iac took long, gasping breaths, feeling the warm trickle of pussy juice down her thighs. Of course she wanted to get fucked. Her pussy was burning for that big, thick cock, and being completely under Discord’s control was making her head swim. She’d taken control of her hair, and now he was holding in her in his arms, lifting her pregnant body with shocking ease. He was powerful, and she wanted to feel that power…

But she couldn’t just say “yes” to him. She wanted him to take it. So she just muttered through gritted teeth. “You fucking monster…”

“I’ve been called ‘monster’ before,” chuckled Discord, backing himself up against the wall. “Never fails to get me excited. I think you do want to get fucked, Mane-iac. I think something very specific made you choose the word ‘monster.’ I think this is the monster you’re thinking of.” He thrust his hips slightly, bumping the tip of his cock against her dripping pussy lips. “I am a fucking monster, Mane-iac. I fuck like a beast… and out of all the mares out there, a psychopath like you is the least deserving of mercy. I’m going to punish you in ways your so-called “nemeses” the Power Ponies would never even imagine.”

With his cock poised at her pussy lips, Discord thrust himself into Mane-iac. She knew it would hurt, that it would stretch her out, but there was no way for Mane-iac to prepare herself for the feeling. Even having felt it before, this first thrust was so brutal - she screamed, and her legs kicked, and she clutched at her belly, struggling vainly as the burst of pain faded.

“Ohh, was that too much for you?” asked Discord, keeping his hips still. “I can stop, Mane-iac, if you want. You’ve lost enough battles to know when you’re beaten. Just say the word, and I’ll pull out and fuck off.”

Mane-iac lay her body against Discord’s chest, breathing heavily as the pain subsided. Through trembling lips, she began to speak. “Fffff… fff…”

“Ffff?” mocked Discord. “What are you trying to say, darling? Fuck you? Fuck off?” He sighed. “Well, if that’s really how you feel, Mane-iac… this is your lair. You’re the boss.”

“Ffff… fffuck meee…” she moaned.

“Oh, that’s wonderful to hear,” said Discord. “Sometimes I get so self-conscious about this huge cock, and it’s so nice to be wanted.” He punctuated his words with another thrust, pushing himself another couple inches into her pussy. Mane-iac gasped, crying out again, but the ratio of pain to pleasure was already shifting in a favorable direction. Her body was remembering how good it felt to be stuffed with cock.

“Ahh… deeper…” she gasped. “All of it…”

“Oh Mane-iac, you are crazy if you think I can get my whole cock inside of you,” said Discord. He thrust again, getting another inch and a half deep. “I mean, I suppose I could, by bending space and time in just the right fashion… but really, half the fun of having an oversized dick is… well… this.”

He thrust again, and this time Mane-iac felt his fat round tip hit her back wall. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I can’t take it, Discord, why the fuck did I think I could take it?”

“You can’t make up your mind, can you, Mane-iac?,” said Discord. “Well, I’m inside you, so I’m going to go ahead and keep fucking you. Getting it inside you was the hard part… this part will be more fun for both of us.”

Gripping her thighs tightly, Discord pulled his hips back and and thrust again - only a couple inches out and back in, but it was so tight for him - and the stretching was so intense for Mane-iac - that they both groaned with pleasure. Mane-iac’s pussy was about as slick as it could get, well-lubricated with her arousal ever since she’d been thrown onto the bed - but it was still a brutally tight fit, stretching the walls of her pussy about as far as they could go.

But it did get easier over time. Repeated thrusts wore down the strength of her vaginal muscles, and they loosened with each pump of Discord’s hips. Sweating, gasping, Mane-iac finally felt her cunt surrendering to Discord’s girth, and it was heavenly. It was still a tight fit, but that big hard cock was sliding in and out of her, hitting every inch of her walls, driving her arousal to its absolute peak. She clutched at her belly, her eyes rolling up into her head as she felt the first shudder of climax building like a wave…

Mane-iac groaned, her body quaking in Discord’s grip as her orgasm pounded through her body. Her pussy clenched, tightening rhythmically around his girth, and she felt something starting to flow… With unfocused eyes, she looked down at herself and saw clear fluid shooting from her stretched pussy. It took a lot to make Mane-iac’s pussy squirt, but Discord’s giant cock was more than enough to do the job.

And things didn’t get any easier when Discord let out a pained groan and hilted himself inside her, shooting the first thick gush of cum deep inside her cunt. “Here it comes,” he moaned, “If anything can get your pussy double pregnant, it’s… draconequus cum…”

After the first pump, Mane-iac felt her cunt bulging with cum. There was too much of Discord’s spunk, and nowhere for it to go but out - and so when her pussy overflowed, it spurted out in every direction, splattering her belly and her thighs and dripping onto the floor.

Mane-iac felt the throbbing in Discord’s shaft grow weaker, and the flow of cum inside her slowed down to a series of fitful spurts. Discord slumped against the wall, and with a jerk of his head he summoned the bed to gallop over to them. He lifted Mane-iac off his cock, gradually sliding her pussy off of his shaft, and laid her down - quite gently - onto the bed.

“Thank you for a lovely time,” said Discord. “I’ll check in on you in a bit, to see if I’ve managed to re-impregnate you… truly, Mane-iac, anything can happen with draconequus cum…”

Mane-iac stared up at Discord, her emerald eyes lidded and dreamy-looking. “No, stay with me,” she said, rubbing circles on her round belly with both hands. “Stay with me, Discord… just for a while…”

“Oh, all right,” said Discord. He lay himself on the bed next to her, snuggling up and putting his paw softly onto her pregnant belly. “I don’t want you growing attached, but I suppose I have a bit of a responsibility to you. And I can afford to spend a little more time here… like I said, the passage of time doesn’t mean all that much in this world.”

Mane-iac wasn’t listening to Discord’s nonsense. It was just nice to have someone close to her… and it was good to feel all that warm seed inside her womb.