Author's Note

Written as a request from a patron.
Contains: Mane-iac; anthro; horrible puns, involuntary self fucking, tentacles, overstimulation

Bad Hair Day

The Mane-iac cackled maniacally (or mane-iacally, she would have said) as she looked over the abandoned laboratory. Not for any actual reason. She just cackled like that sometimes, it had been a thing she'd started doing on occasion ever since going insane. Being insane, she didn't find it all too concerning.

She'd caught wind that apparently a colleague of hers (in the field of supervillainy, not in her previous working field) had left behind his laboratory, still not found by the Power Ponies, after being caught. She was quite delighted to see that was the case indeed. Maybe that was why she was cackling. She wasn't sure.

Just the thought of what she could find in there excited her. So many new toys that in her hands and mane tentacles could finally allow her to conquer Maretropolis first, and then the whole world. She just needed to figure out how to use them. It couldn't be too hard.

She very distractedly flipped a random but important looking switch on a control panel. That ought to do something, she thought. Something it did indeed, specifically it sent a bolt of electricity sailing towards her from a nearby machine. It knocked her out, but only momentarily. She pondered whether mane-mentarily sounded good enough as she got back up. The fact that she of all creatures was pondering it instead of simply rolling with it said something about how awful it sounded.

It was as she pondered this, and looked around the laboratory again, that the Mane-iac became suddenly aware of four very distinct and yet very closely related sensations. One was the feeling of her round breasts and perk nipples against her tentacles. One was the feeling of her tentacles rubbing against her breasts and nipples. One was the feeling of her pussy being spread open by her mane. One was the feeling of her pussy clamping down around her tentacle.

In that moment, she realised as well that she was no longer in control of her mane, which had started to move on its own and seemed fully intent on taking advantage of the rest of her body. It appeared to have gained a mind of its own. She could still sense everything it sensed, though, which for a brief while led her to question whether what was happening counted as rape, regular sex, or masturbation.

After a few seconds of her brain being bombarded with the combined pleasure of being fucked and fucking something, alongside the stimulation in her nipples and what the tentacle sliding between her breasts was feeling, she wasn't in a position to really question or wonder anything. She would have said she felt a-mane-zing, but she was in a feedback loop of double pleasure so strong her mind didn't have a place for mane puns either anymore.

And when the Power Ponies eventually found the laboratory, they found her still there. Drooling on the floor, her clothes in tatters, her mind even more of a mess than usual, still fucking herself with her tentacles and going crazy from feeling the pleasure of a tentacle inside her pussy and the pleasure of a pussy around her tentacle at the same time.