He could never keep his eyes off her. Not in the past, and certainly not now.

It had led to many problems for little Humdrum with his eyes so caught onto the Mane-iac, making him trip, stumble, fumble, and just plain screw up the plans of his fellow Power Ponies, all of whom were certainly more focused on properly stopping the rampaging supervillain. Too often he’d let her free or given her what she wanted, all on accident, but he couldn’t deny it wasn’t something that he may have wanted to happen...

Even now, in what was arguably a terrible position, put into by his ever-present clumsiness making him trip as he tried to flee with his compatriots, and now grasped and bound by the tendrils of the villain’s namesake, he didn’t have the heart to say it was all that bad...

“HAHAHAHAHA!” The notorious Mane-iac’s raucous, taunting laughter echoed out across the cityscape while she trampled down the street with the tendrils of her tail. “Have you given up, Power-less Ponies!? Surely you want your little sidekick back!”

The Power Ponies themselves had already been quite beaten by their arch-nemesis, using the sheer volume of her mane attack many at once, utilizing some of her incredible inventions to slow them down at every turn, and just generally throttling them with the sheer strength of her tendrils to truly put them out of commission. Now they lay across the road in varying states of consciousness, but all unable to truly move as they were forced to watch their sidekick get dragged away by the supervillain.

“Well, have fun with the rest of my henchponies, you fashion-less fools!” The Mane-iac called out at them, with quite a few of her subordinates still up and awake, eager to sock it to the mares, “I know I will with your little plaything you call a sidekick!”

And with that, she was off, bounding across the city and crawling across its buildings with her expansive mane and tail, wrapping tendrils of green hairs about light poles and on balconies to propel herself further, all while one such tendril remained firmly entangled around the colt that couldn’t help but watch her every movement in awe.

While Humdrum knew his fellow heroes had little care for the Mane-iac beyond simply wanting to thwart her malicious efforts whenever they arose, the colt himself was quite enamoured with the mare, watching the powerful strands of her enhanced mane whip about to send her forth through the city, as well as the rest of the Pony with her crazed, multi-iris eyes, and her body, wrapped tightly in that slick purple bodysuit...

That last one especially took the colt’s interest as of late, with his hormones kicking into high gear and making him find just about any mare he saw so enticing, but none more than those he spent so much time around. The very tight suits of the Power Ponies easily showed off the muscles and curves of each of them in all their splendor, including the parts between their hind legs that they’ve repeatedly smacked him for staring at. However, they still weren’t quite up to par with the Mane-iac herself, whose taller form felt all the more exotic and attractive, which was only exacerbated further by her toned and lithe physique along with the dark, mysterious colour of her fur.

His eyes were locked onto the Mane-iac’s body as she continued along, clambering up to the tops of buildings and scampering across them, oblivious to the colt ogling her without restraint. A deliciously crazed grin made its way onto her face as she leaped up and begun climbing the tallest building in the city, the illustrious Luxe-Corp tower, allllllll the way to the top, her vertical ascent forcing the hormonal Pony in her grasp to dangle just below her as she faced her body upwards, giving him a perfect of her incredible backside.

The voluminous tendrils of the supervillain’s tail may have somewhat hid her rear, but Humdrum could see so much beyond it; the perfectly sized and sculpted pair of plot cheeks, as well as the tastily toned and plush hind legs that supported them, but between all of that... The Mane-iac’s genitals pushed out through her tight bodysuit, forming bulges in the material that wrapped around and showed off that delicious pussy, clit and all, as well as the fat, puckered ponut just above.

...The colt always knew he was in a lesser position within his team, as younger than the rest and without any powers to speak of, but his outfit, too, was something he was quite lacking in. The suits of his compatriots accentuated their own very attractive bodies, but little Humdrum was left bare beside his set of boots, cape, and mask, which while may not have usually been much of an issue, with what had become of him recently... it made it even harder to hide his shame.

He was thankful for how high up the Mane-iac had brought him, preventing his stiffy from getting seen by any wandering Ponies amongst the streets, but as she finally reached the top of the tower and let herself hang atop it, enjoying the view of the city below her, a cold shiver ran down the colt’s spine as he realized that there would be nopony to help him hide that part of himself from the crazed supervillain.

And of course, just in time for his thoughts to process the situation, the Mane-iac whipped her head around to look at her captive... and his throbbing erection.

“Oho! What’s this!?” She called out loudly, humiliating the foalnapped foal even further, keeping her body suspended before him so her rear remained firmly in his vision, “Is the helpless sidekick enjoying this mane-nificent view?”

Humdrum couldn’t reply to that—he was already ashamed enough before the pretty supervillain taunted him on his boner, but light twitching of his penis was evidence enough.

“Do you have a problem, little Humdrum?” The Mane-iac taunted further, raising her flank further up into his field of vision, practically engulfing it all within those heavenly purple cheeks. “Have those stupid Power Pony friends of yours left you pent-up? Do you maybe want.. some relief?” She emphasized, shaking her plot a bit, letting its pertness and heft wobble back and forth in front of the hapless colt.

Oh, how right she was... Humdrum had never truly gotten the relief he needed; even beyond the aforementioned bodysuits, his fellow heroes always treated him like a child, so nothing even remotely sexual was ever kept around him, and on the times he found their ‘stashes’, they told him off without a speck of consideration how his shared room with Masked Matter-Horn left with no privacy of his own!

But here, with the lovely Mane-iac presenting herself to him so freely, perhaps...?

“Well, no matter!” She suddenly shouted, jerking his attention back from her plot to her face, “We have no time to lose! My next mane-levolent creation will not build itself!”

And then she was off, leaping off of the massive building off toward some other towards in the distance below, leaving Humdrum to squeal in terror in her grasp as they flew downwards.

Author's Note

Image is at Derpibooru 1207978

This one’s a bit less focused on the smut than the rest, I think, but I had a few thoughts about the whole Humdrum deal I sort of wanted to include here. Now, this chapter is mainly a sort of induction of the colt into the villain’s ranks, all due to the Power Ponies not respecting him or getting him off!