Author's Note

Kinks: Tentacle-Pone, Horny Dragon, Tentacle Fuckin.

Habits of a traditional octopone

Life was easy for Handy Hooves. Well, easy enough. He wasn’t stupid durable or strong like some Earth Ponies. But he was still strong enough to do things like haul his cart of tools around all day without breaking a sweat. He’d made a habit of learning how to repair devices, maintain the buildings in the town of Manehatten, things like that. He’d made a name for himself for either knowing how to fix something, or knowing somepony who knew.

It could also have been the set of tentacles coming out of his withers that he usually kept coiled around his middle. That might have been it. The violet stallion gave a mental shrug at the idea. He didn’t understand it any better than the medical professionals who had been examining him on and off for most of his life. All he knew was, they were long, thin, fully prehensile, and he could put a bit of his Earth-Pony strength into them if he focused.

By day, he was a repair pony, a handy-hoof. By night…

Well, he had a bit of a reputation in bars. Mostly for punching above his weight class and leaving no femme unsatisfied. His black mane and tail complimented his blue eyes, making him seem to be a stallion of mostly darker colors. It had earned him a few slurred conversations in bars, which had rapidly turned into nights of passion.

All in all, he enjoyed his life. For the most part. The problem he had was personal, because he had yet to encounter a femme who could withstand the way he used his full suite of appendages at night. And he’d tried a few of every species that passed through Manehatten.

Tonight wasn’t very different. Another bar to spend his hard earned bits on. Perhaps he’d get lucky.

He’d plopped his plot into a stool at the bar and started off his evening with some wine and cheese bread. It seemed like the small bar was filled with mostly ponies, and a few griffons. However, a few stools away was a dragon. A dark green dragoness, with dark blue scales on her stomach and chest. Her eyes were ice-blue and she had a pair of horns like a ram’s coiling out of the back of her head. Her wings were on the small side, but knowing magical creatures in general, she’d still probably be able to fly.

She was resting her chin on a claw and was stirring her the ice in her amber-colored drink. She paused, an ear fin twitched and she looked over at Handy. She blinked, then narrowed her eyes at the stallion. Only to get a very confused look on her face.

“You. Purple.” She pointed a claw at him. “What’s with your back?”

“Oh, these?” Handy unrolled one of his tentacles from around his middle and waved it at the dragoness, before using it to pick up his glass of wine and sip it. Once he’d had enough of a taste, he put it back down and continued the line of thought. “Nopony knows, but that hasn’t stopped me from using them like another set of hooves. Or two.” With that he unrolled the other three and waved the whole set at her.

She recoiled for a moment. “What the…” She narrowed her eyes again. “What are you, Purple?”

“Just an Earth Pony with an extra set of limbs,” Handy countered. “I’m a repair pony by day, but by night I look for exotic beauties to take home with me~” he cooed the last line as he lid his eyes in the dragoness’ direction.

“Exotic like griffons, or exotic like…?” She let her question hang with a raised brow.

“I’ve had griffons and zebras before,” Handy mused. “It was nice hearing the catbirds squawk and the zebras rhyme their moaning.” He looked back over at the dragoness. “You’re the first dragoness I’ve seen, though,” he teased. “And I have yet to leave any female...unsatisfied~”

“Hmmmph. Really.” She deadpanned. “So, they’re for compensation.”

“Oh, hardly,” the stallion scoffed, waving a hoof. “They’re for making femmes sing. Whether they be pony, zebra, or diamond dog or griffon. I have yet to find someone capable of withstanding my attentions.”

“Mmmm, how many dragons have you satisfied?” She asked, looking almost unimpressed.

“Like I said, you’re the first one I’ve met in this town,” the stallion admitted. “But I wouldn’t say no to the attempt, if you’ll let me, miss…?”

“Clinker.” She hummed noncommittally. “And, you are, purple?”

“Handy Hooves,” the stallion introduced himself. He used a tentacle to hold his wineglass up before gulping a good portion of it down. “Mmm. Not quite strong enough, but then again, wine isn’t what an earth pony drinks to get drunk.”

“Why wouldn’t you drink to get drunk?” Clinker blinked.

“Well, to start an evening with, to partake in the atmosphere, to see what beautiful treasures there are in the bar, I tend to start with wine,” Handy explained. “Makes me a part of the goings-on, without getting my vision clouded by alcohol.”

“Huh.” She blinked and sucked her drink through her straw. “Mmmm, ponies can’t really make anything that gets me more than buzzed.”

“Ah, see,” Handy used a tentacle to tap the side of his muzzle. “That’s because we can’t exactly sell liquor to only one species of ponies. And Earth Ponies take a lot to get drunk. Fortunately, I know a stallion with a still, and I might have a few cases of bottled Earth Pony liquor back at my place.”

“Now you have my attention.” She raised a curious brow.

“Let’s just say, one bottle of that has me tipsy, and two helps me sleep when I’m alone with my thoughts,” the stallion dangled the idea. “And I have something like two dozen bottles left.”

“Good for you.” She commented, getting up. “So, let’s see if it’s any good.”

“Of course, miss Clinker.” Handy got up and led the way out of the bar, holding the door for her. “I’d be glad to host you for the evening.”

Handy’s apartment was neat enough. There were a few pockets of ‘controlled chaos,’ where things looked disorderly but he insisted that he knew where everything was. There were no major messes or stains, but he did still have things like some dishes in the sink, or laundry in a hamper. When Clinker raised a brow, he shrugged. “I do it in the morning,” he explained easily enough. “Once the caffeine kicks in, I’m more awake and ready to clean.”

“Kay. I don’t like leaving messes myself.” She shrugged back. “Now, where is this stuff?”

“Kitchen,” the stallion replied, pointing towards the large, comfortable-looking couch. “You sit there, I’ll pull it out of the fridge.”

She shrugged again and plodded over to plop onto the couch. Oh wow, that was soft. And yet strong enough to hold her at the same time. It was like the cushioning was molding itself to her.

There was the clinking of bottles from the next room over, and the violet stallion emerged from the kitchen with a box held in his tentacles. “Found it~” he sang as he plopped his flank next to the dragoness. Putting the box in front of them, he opened it and passed a brown bottle over to the drakina.

She tugged the cork free with a pop and immediately took a swing. She let it sit for a moment, then swallowed. “Not great, but not bad.”

“Mhm, thought so,” Handy chuckled, popping the cork out of his own bottle and sipping on his beer slowly. He would rather not be hammered all at once.

“So what do you do, purple?” She asked, looking at the stallion and taking another swig.

“Here, there, anywhere,” he said non-committedly. “Basically, if something needs fixing, or something needs maintaining, I either know how to do it, or know somepony who does. It’s a living, doing odd jobs, but it helps that I can do them very fast with these helping out.” One of his tentacles waved at her again.

“Of course you can, with those things.” She gestured a claw at the tentacles.

“It’s also the reason I tend to try to blend in as much as possible, I got a lot of hate when I grew up and got these,” Handy explained. “I wanted to make sure everypony knew that just because I have these doesn’t mean I’m evil.”

“Pffft, you’re freaky but I’ve seen weirder.” Clinker rolled her eyes.

“Ponies are incredibly hostile to things that vaguely resemble ponies but are off in some small way,” Handy countered. “It takes a lot for them to overcome their initial panic reaction to get them to see you as a person rather than a creature.”

“Yeah, sounds like ponies.” She nodded, taking another swig.

“Yeah.” Handy smirked. “And I have spent the past few years making sure that I’m not seen as a threat. Well...unless you want me to destroy a part of you with my affections. Then the mares seek me out.” He took another slow sip of his beer, already starting to feel it.

“Ponies are weird.” Clinker raised a brow at him. “Then again, most ponies are pretty squishy.”

“Earth ponies are a little more durable than most,” Handy countered. “Though we are notably not coated in scales that can resist lava like dragons.”

“Lava baths are awesome though.” She said with a gasp. “I gotta get water super hot to get close to it.”

“Dragons,” Handy shook his head with a smirk. “Well, you’ve had a bit of the beer now. How do you find it?”

“Eh.” She shrugged. “It’s not bad.”

“Well, I know that I can’t handle more than one and stay conscious, so you can feel free to help yourself to the box if you feel like our puny pony liquor isn’t strong enough,” Handy teased.

“Sweet.” She chugged the rest of hers, set the bottle down, then went for a second. Handy just sat back and watched in morbid fascination as she went through the case.

“...How, many are you intending to drink?” he eventually asked.

She paused with the bottle to her lips as she stared at him. She just shrugged. Handy rolled his eyes and began using his tentacles to pick up the discarded bottles, neatly putting them away again.

She chugged down half the second before setting it down. “And now I’m starting to feel a tingle.”

“I’m glad some of our strongest brews are enough to make you feel a buzz,” Handy smirked. “I just hope you don’t drink me dry, this stuff isn’t exactly cheap.”

She finished the second and held out the bottle. “I’ll try not to. You might have a thing with the, not drinking to get drunk, thing.”

Handy took the bottle in one of his tentacles and packed it away again. “So, what brings a lovely drakina like yourself to a town like this one?” the stallion posed.

“I… live here?” She blinked at him. “I work with a blacksmith.”

“Huh. I haven’t seen you around before,” the stallion mused. “And I have gone through quite a few femmes in my years.”

“So does that make you a stud or a stallion whore?” The dragon asked bluntly.

“I guess it depends on how you look at it,” the stallion countered. “I don’t just sleep with anypony, and I let them know ahead of time that I tend not to settle. My expectations are a little high.” He waved a hoof as he explained. “I’ve learned a lot of tricks, and I want someone able to stand up to them, pony or not. That way I can get the fun part out of the way first before doing the work of building up a relationship, earning a second go if I succeed in that endeavor.”

“Huh, so nodragon’s managed to pin you down yet?” She asked. “That’s surprising.”

“Oh, many have tried, once they get past the whole-” he waved a tentacle around. “-Initial reaction like you have. The problem is, I said, I have high standards. I tend to…” He chuckled a little, bashfully. “Put it this way. I haven’t gotten my dick wet since I turned eighteen. I’m too much of a gentlestallion to put it in when the femme’s out of it so badly they can only moan.”

“Dude, you haven’t busted in a mare? Ever?” She blinked in shock.

“At least I know I don’t have any tentacle-foals out there,” Handy countered.

“Well I guess you gotta point, but, still.” Clinker frowned as she reached for another bottle.

“Yeah. I try to be polite after breaking their minds a little,” Handy chuckled. “So, I keep myself to myself, let them recover on my bed, take the couch, and assure them that nothing major happened when they wake up the next morning.”

“Nah, dude. You.” She pointed at him. “Me.” She pointed at herself. “You need some hot dragon pussy.”

“Well, I mean, if you think you can handle all the tricks I’ve come up with over the years,” Handy mused. “I mean, I have more than a few things I can do with my tentacles...though, admitted, I think I can cut half the tricks out. I’m fairly sure your scales would stop most of it.”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, slouching and spreading her legs. “So! Try to please me.”

Handy smirked, getting off the couch and stepping over, sitting in front of her. He sat still for a moment, looking her in the eyes, just smirking.

Then his tentacles twitched, and the assault on Clinker’s pussy began in earnest, all four reaching forward. Two spread her lips apart while the other two delved greedily and deep, twisting like the most exotic toy she’d never had.

“Mmmmm…” She hummed, smirking at him. “Greedy little pone.” She said, popping the cork and taking a swig from the bottle.

“Greedy? Noooo,” Handy trailed off, his smirk growing a little. “This is greedy.”

Now that two of his tentacles had invaded her lips, the two that had been spreading her slipped in, leaving all four inside her lips. Then they started corkscrewing around each other, twisting, turning, and pressing against every fold, nook, and cranny, trying to elicit a stronger reaction from the drakina.

“Mmmmph!” She bit her lip and groaned out a growl. “‘At’s more like it.”

Then Handy leaned his head forward and started licking at the front of her lips, suckling and teasing a little nub that had peeked out of her scales.

“Dirty pony.” She groaned, rolling her hips into his face and drinking more from the bottle. Handy hummed happily around the nub of flesh and started using his tentacles to try and find her most sensitive points. They wiggled and squirmed like the long things they were, coiling inside her and stretching her a little.

“You sure know how to use those things, but it’s not like a nice thick cock.” She smirked through a huff.

“Well no, that comes later, after I extract a nice scream of pleasure from you,” Handy explained after dragging his mouth up from his task. “Most don’t make it past this stage.”

“Then you’ve obviously never fucked a dragon.” She said, grabbing his head with her claws and shoving his mouth against her clit. Handy dutifully suckled again, teasing the nub with his tongue and pistoning each tentacle around in turn. And she, in turn, started to hump his face, bucking her hips into his mouth.

Handy started to lose track of how long he’d been fucking this gorgeous hen with his tentacles, or how long she’d been humping his face. He knew that she’d break sooner or later though. Especially when he mapped out her insides with his fleshy appendages. She had to have a weak spot somewhere, right?

With a breathy growl, his snout was sprayed with dragon love juice. However, she didn’t stop bucking her hips, in fact, she seemed to be getting more forceful. Only for her to pause and let him go. “Cock. Now.” She rumbled.

“Um, are you sure?” Partly, Handy was nervous. It’d been ages since he’d been with a femme like that. Pleasing them was one thing, but one making it past that to please him was something he’d not had in ages. Partly, he was wondering if he could finally test out something else he had been working on.

And partly, as evidenced by the throbbing horse-cock between his hind legs, he was excited to finally get laid for the first time in ages.

She responded by rolling over and presenting her dripping dragon lips to him. “Mount me.”

There was silence for a moment, and Clinker wondered what he was up to.

Then she found a tentacle around each of her limbs, lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom. “We’re doing this where you’ll be comfortable,” Handy explained on the way, opening the door with a hoof and closing it behind them with a kick. He gently laid the dragoness face-down on the bed and gave her lips another lick, waitting for her reaction.

“How do I taste?” She asked, wagging her ass for him.

“Like fire and lust,” the stallion replied in a husky tone of voice.

“So, like a dragon.” She snorted. “Now, fuck me, I don’t care if you bust in seconds. I want that horse cock.”

Handy used a tentacle to flip the dragoness over, so she was laying on her back, and he approached her so they were face to face, rearing up so they were belly to belly. He used a pair of tentacles to line himself up with her opening before thrusting forward in one fell swoop, the horsecock spearing into her halfway in one blow. Then, his tentacles helped to bring their faces together, and he began kissing the hen to keep her voice down while she adjusted to his size.

She growled and immediately started to roll her hips into his. Handy smirked and winked at her, letting her move for a few moments.

Then those long, thin, strong appendages of his grabbed ahold of her hips and started to treat her like a toy while he bucked into her. Yes, she’d been planning on bucking into him, but now he was in control of all of it!

Her arms came up and grabbed onto the bases of a pair of tentacles and squeezed. The stallion let out a gasp and quivered under her touch, even stopping for a moment while he shuddered.

Aha, she’d found something.

She started to stroke both like they were cocks of their own, as her hips took his pause to hump roughly against him, burying him deep in her hot depths.

“O-Okay, I did not...know that about my tentacles,” the stallion huffed, looking the dragoness in the eyes again. “But! I have a new trick I learned some time ago that I’m going to try on you, you sexy thing!”

“Do it. Try and satisfy me, squishy pony.” She growled out, showing off her sharp teeth as she squeezed along with her stroking.

Handy closed one eye in concentration, and it took a moment for Clinker to notice something different. It wasn’t anything to do with his tentacles.

But the flared head of his cock inside her was twisting around.

“I learned how to transfer my prehensility to my dick~” he boasted. “Can’t make it longer or thicker, but I can flex like so-” and now the whole thing was corkscrewing a little inside of her.

“Nnnnghh!” She grunted as his cock was lubed with fresh dragon lust. “More!” She lightly pressed the tips of her claws into his tentacles.

Handy chuckled, restarting his thrusting and taking back control of her hips with his other set. One eye remained half-closed as he focused on his new trick. Just as slowly as it started, his cock stopped twisting one way, and now started twisting the other, unwinding and then winding itself back up in the opposite direction. “Can’t do one direction too long,” he explained. “I’d tear something.”

“Unwind.” She grunted through her teeth. “Normal.”

“Oh, sure, you show off one trick,” Handy teased, letting his cock return to its natural state as he kept up the fucking of the sexy dragoness. “Also, you’re eloquent when you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Show you. Elo- … Fuck.” She growled as her claws snapped down to his flank. Not only did he feel the points against his backside, he was unceremoniously shoved all the way inside. He didn’t have time to do more than gasp as he felt her clamp around him like a vacuum seal. He felt every inch of her. For a moment, he thought it was over. Just being held within her. Then he felt her contract. Her muscles rippled, slowly milking at him. Her pussy was slowly sucking at him, demanding his seed.

Who was he to deny such a request? Handy leaned up and touched their snouts together as he let himself go, surrendering to the sensations and giving this sexy dragoness everything she wanted out of him. It lanced up his cock before the splashes of his seed were thrown deep within her, being devoured greedily by her depths in an instant.

She rumbled a growl, shifting to hug him to her chest. “Mine.”

“Mmm, I would not mind a second round with you, when I’ve earned it,” Handy muttered. “But I think we should sleep for now. Pancakes in the morning.”

“Mmmm, pancakes.” She mumbled as she pinned him to her warm scales.