You Fuck a Tentacle Ponyby Bad DragonChapters1 - You Spy With Your Little Eye2 - Something Wiggly3 - Funeral4 - Foreplay5 - Clop6 - Rape1 - You Spy With Your Little EyeYou sigh, stumbling on your way home by the edge of the Everfree Forest. It had been the longest period of sobriety before tonight’s drink-fest. Perhaps even longer than a day. To think you would have lost another drinking contest... You must be losing your touch. Maybe you need more practice to hold in the licker. Either that or your liver is giving up. Spitting out the remains of the half-digested sludge in your mouth you shake your head to clear your mind and instantly regret your action. You’ve already vomited 3 times on the way, and you feel another one slowly climbing up the throat. Balancing on the path along the Everfree Forest, you take a big breath as if that could somehow detoxify your ethanol-soaked body. It’s at this point that you notice something in the distance. You’re no stranger to drunken hallucinations, but this one feels more real than everything else you see. Yet, it looks like a ball of ropes sliding on the ground, which obviously can’t be real. You’ve never seen anything like it. It has two eyes, and they connect with yours. A moment later, it jumps into a bush. Well, the bush, since it’s the only one in the whole clearing. You freeze in place and pin your ears in that direction, catching barely comprehensible self-dialogue from the bush. The wind blowing in your direction whispers, “The creature! Did it see me? I should have stayed clear of the path. What was I thinking? I’m just asking for it… I'll wait here until it passes. Even if the creature saw me, she can’t see me now because I’m in a bush.” “Somepony is being bad at sneaking,” you mutter. The outgrowth suddenly gets wrapped and all the branches of the bush get pulled in, making it denser. “And bad at hiding…” You can’t see the creature anymore, but it doesn’t matter because you know exactly where it is. The lone bush isn’t much of a hiding spot, after all. You slowly move over to the bush. “Nopony calls you ‘a creature’!” A purple rope slides on the ground and pulls itself inside. "What in Tartarus..?" You hear a whisper, “Why is the prey cumming closer?” You try to initiate contact, “Ahem.” “Maybe... Maybe it's just taking a shortcut away from the road. There's no reason to believe it sees me. The branches are thick, I can't be found. The bush is making me literally invisible!” You face hoof. “That’s not how bushes work…” The person in the bush continues talking to herself, “The prey seems to be mentally retarded since it's talking to itself. It’s definitely not talking to me because it can’t see me. It can’t!” “Reality doesn’t just go away if you deny it.” Slowly, you approach the creature in the bush. You light up the horn to see better. With the remainder of the magic potential, you use telekinesis to slightly nudge the branches to the side. "I know you’re in there." “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The creature jumps away from you out of the bush. “It sees me!” The ropes are still wrapped around the branches pulling the creature back midair. She falls to the ground on her back. You try to offer her a helping hoof, “Are you…” "Please don't eat me!" she whispers with a high pitch gurgly voice. “I’m not going to…” Looking up, the filly focuses on your horn. Her eyes widen. “AAA! Sharp object!” You shut off your magic and put a hoof over your horn in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. “That’s just my…” "I'll hurt you!" You take a step back as the helpless victim turns into a threat in an instant before your very eyes. She wraps herself with ropes forming a slick, trembling ball of appendages. Except, they’re not ropes! “What the fuck?!” Your eyes shoot open as you back away from the creature. "Freaking tentacles?" One of the appendages unwinds and breaks off a branch from the bush. “I need to stop drinking,” you swear to yourself for the thousandth time. The ball oscillates and morphs, giving rise to one eye in the middle, slowly opening. A moment later, it gets hidden behind a torn-off branch with just three leaves on it. “And I thought you were bad at hiding before…” The oval shape in front of you morphs yet again, extending in all directions, losing height, dropping almost below the grass line. It whispers, “What do I do?” You can’t take your eyes or pinned ears off her. “This can’t possibly be real,” you tell yourself while backing away ever faster. A deadly gaze shoots straight at you from the wiggling party. “I must never let my prey escape.” Her tentacles slap on the ground. The consequent force launches her body in the air. “The rule is: Get it to run, then hunt it down!” She lends on your path with all four hooves, her mane and tail tentacles wave in the air, instantly balancing her on the ground. Despite still trembling, she leans forward and yells, "Yeah! Err ... I'll hurt you!" Again, she notices the sharp oval body part on your forehead. "And I'm not even afraid of your clam opener. I'm not!" Her tail tentacles press between her hind legs again. You keep your gaze on the creature, the realization dawning on you that this encounter is going to end in a fight. Even if the offending filly looks like she’s bluffing. Running at the tentacle being, you charge up your horn and prepare to counterattack anything the potential aggressor may throw at you. "Eee!" The filly turns around, pressing harder on the abdomen with her tail tentacles. From her underside, another set of thinner tentacles launches out over her tail tentacles. They stretch on the flanks, wrapping together on her croup. "No hurt Tenty again!" With her eyes closed, she waves her mane tentacles behind her in your general direction. They flap uselessly in the air. “Tenty, was it?” You decide to put a stop to the nonsense, tackling the tentacles and leaning down to her face, "Just stop!" “Aaa!” Her tail tentacles slip between her hind legs as if by instinct to protect her groin area from a potential invasion. “Why must I always be the prey?” “Prey?” You ask. Her mane tentacles drop. "No hurt! No hurt!" A few of them hang uselessly over your foreleg. Tentacle filly lowers her head and the thin tentacles retract to her belly button. "I'll be good Tenty. No hurt..." A tear drifts across her muzzle and falls to the ground. She faces away from you as her tense tail tentacles slowly retract, one by one, wrapping on her sides and her back. "Please, no hurt..." The small body of the tentacle pony trembles. Author's Note Gdoc 2 - Something WigglyYour eyes raise in concern at the creature, a frown forming on your face. "Let’s stop beating around the bush; why were you hiding?" You nibble at your lip, staring at the frightened filly. "Wha ...?" She looks up at you as you tower above her small body. Wiping her tears from her eyes with a tentacle, she bows her head yet her eyes still dart at your forehead. "I ... I wasn't resisting. I'm ... I'm not resisting. I'm being good." It’s clear that your horn is taunting her even though you already shut it off. "And if you really have to beat me around the bush, please, just no clam opener. I mean, I’m not telling you what to do. You can do whatever you want, but it’s just so big and sharp and stiff... It’s a lethal fit, you know?" She closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide as if to scream, but you can’t hear any sound. Your ears start to hurt while the hair all over your body stands up, despite the absolute silence. The creature bows her head and stares at the ground with wide-open eyes. Her breathing becomes deep and loud. The many appendages shiver. Tears become streams. Tail tentacles squeeze her lower torso. The last tentacle slips from between her hind legs and wraps around a hind leg. "...I’m good... Not resisting...No need to shatter what’s already broken…" Her body jerks in between profound tremblings. You stare deep into the creature's eyes, for a few moments. Slowly, you manage to slip in between her sobbing, "I'm not going to hurt you." "You're... You're not? That’d be a first…" Tenty crouches down as she looks up to the horn. "Why are you threatening to hurt me then?" She points a trembling tentacle at the horn on your forehead then quickly retracts her trembling appendage. "That's anatomy…" You blink, still staring at the creature. “Is that one of the many shades of sadism?” she asks. "I can't help it," you try to explain in a different way while putting a hoof over it to get it out of her focus. "Why did they do this to you? Does it hurt?" She extends a tentacle toward your horn but quickly retracts the apandege again when it covers half the distance to your cone. “I can’t even imagine your hurt. Always being at the mercy of a merciless sharp object. I bet it weakens your resolve. It’s like a bad rape that never ends.” You blush upon hearing the awkward word usage, raising your eyes in concern. "It's, um... it's supposed to be like that." She caresses your forehoof with a tentacle. “You live in a very cruel, unforgiving and uncivilized world. You’re the bottom feeder, aren’t you?” You try to explain, “It’s not that bad, actually…” but get interrupted. "It’s good that you know your place.” She crouches down and examines the status of your genitalia. “Do you get raped a lot for being a mutant? You seem quite rapable to me.” “Excuse you!” You take a step away from her. She keeps her gaze on you with half-closed eyes. “You show weakness!” Her tentacles spring to the ready. “Hey, don’t you start again!” She walks in a circle around you like a cat trying to consume hot porridge. "Does the clam opener burn you when you set it on fire as you did earlier?" She waves tentacles above her head and emulates flames. "Why did you do that, anyway? Are you one of those that enjoy pain?" You stutter trying to think of something to say. "W-well, I don't get raped often..." Your eyes move away. "And I don’t enjoy pain too much.” "You shouldn't play with fire, though. It can lead to permanent kind of damage. What if it got into your eyes? You'd get blinded and I'd be raping you right now. Haven't they taught you anything in the brainwashing camps?" Your eyes widen at that. "Brainwashing camps... raping me... what are you talking about?" You slowly back away, shaking your head at the insanity. "Are you one of the virgin rejects‽” Her body shakes as if she just drank vinegar. “Are you?” You try to deflect the barrage. “Of course not!” she angrily screams at you. “There's a deflowering ritual of a foal soon after it's born where I cum from.” “You mean come?” “That’s what I said. You can’t cum without coming, can you?” “Wait, what?” “Anyways, there's also a party where one of the guests gets volunteered to 'entertain' the rest. Good times! Except for that one time when I got volunteered..." She bows her head but instantly lifts it with clenched teeth. “Repress! Distract!” She whips a tentacle against a twig on the ground, breaking it in two. You can only stare in shock at the prospects of information you had just been exposed to. How could this culture exist? A tentacle creature filly…? Possibly a whole new species, undiscovered? Is it the lost forth tribe of ponies? Were the legends true? You shake your head at the insanity. She interrupts your thoughts, “So, are you sinless?” “Well, I wouldn’t say that…” "Good. I was afraid there was something wrong with you. Almost getting raped by a virgin would be..." She emulates a gag reflex so loud that you think she is about to hurl. “Are you okay?” "Your hesitation is showing." Her tentacles spread out. “You’re just asking for it!” She takes a step toward you. “You’re scared!” "It’s either flight or fight with you, isn’t it? How about we just call it a tie?" "No! Only weaklings tie their prey. Real mares give their victims a fighting chance. It’s better that way because then you can victim blame the prey for getting raped which scores you extra rape points.” “I meant that we could try to coexist as equals, not… any of that.” “No! If you get raped when raping, you're doing something wrong.” “How about we put rape aside for a moment.” “If you didn't want to rape me, why did you even approach me? It doesn't make any sense. You're really weird." “I was just curious. I didn’t mean any harm and I still don’t.” "Really, you'd do that for me? You’d forgo rape? Prey, tell.” “The expression is pray tell... And yeah, sure, no raping from my end.” “More from my end then! In all my life, there was just my best friend who offered me such a trade after my father died of an anal infection. I was devastated when he passed onto eternal raping grounds and my friend wanted to make me feel better. And I did feel better after her self-sacrifice. I felt in control again. When she physically recovered, she’d burst into tears whenever she saw me. After that we kind of drifted apart, for some unknown reason." “Is that why you came here? You lost the things you cared about at home?” She kicks at the ground with her forehoof. "My life is a mess right now and I feel like destroying something beautiful." She looks you over. "You'll do." You take a step back. “You’re doing it again…” Author's Note Gdoc 3 - FuneralShe enters your personal space with a grin on her face. It is at this point that your mane catches her attention, making her gasp. "Wow! You have so many tentacles." Sitting on her flank, she starts hoofing at your mane. “They’re even slimmer than my belly button ones. With tentacles like these, I bet you could even rape somepony in their nostrils.” "Err, thanks, I guess," you say. A high-pitched voice pierces your ears, "Wha—" “What?” You look at Tenty, but she’s just frozen in place. “What’s wrong?” A full range of gurgling sounds is followed by, “Aaa!” The filly stares at a single hair on her hoof. “Not attached. Ripped away… Permanent damage!" You try to calm her down with, “You’re overreacting. It’s just a hair…” Tenty trembles as she gently wraps the single hair with a mane tentacle. She presses another wiggly appendage on your chest and looks at you with teary eyes. "I'm... I'm so sorry! I wanted to abuse you for real, not just collaterally, most certainly not accidentally. I didn’t mean to rip off your tentacle. That was unintended." “Really, that’s quite alright. Just forget about it.” Tenty spins around with extended tentacles, clearing a vast area of the leaves and branches with a single swipe. She then proceeds to dig a hole in the clearing while she sobs relentlessly. With her forehooves, she breaks the earth that is instantly cleared away by the tentacles. A gush of dust rises all around her. It covers her whole and all you can see is a vertical tentacle protruding through the cloud and holding the hair out of harm's way with its tip. You enter the dusty fog and put a hoof on her shoulder to get her attention. "I'm- uh, I'm different. They grow back for me..." When she doesn’t respond, you overstep all the boundaries and give her a soft kiss on the forehead. She ignores your gesture and goes back to digging. "No, they don’t. You’re stupid." "Look, just don't worry about it, okay?" Finally, Tenty stops digging, and the cloud disperses. She lifts a forehoof while extending the tentacle with your hair forward. All the tentacles form two lines in the air with their tips. Through the gap, the hair is slowly being carried toward her forehoof. You facehoof. “You’re not hearing what I’m saying.” The hair arrives at its destination on top of her forehoof. Sobbing, Tenty slowly lays it in the hole. As she kneels down, her tentacles form a carpet-like surface on the ground. After kissing the hair in the hole, she rises while the tentacles sweep the surrounding earth to the center, instantly forming a dome where the hole was. She wraps her tentacles in a form of a pillar atop the grave and closes her eyes. Putting a forehoof on top of them, she monotonically recites. “As I lay thee here to rest May deserving victim get raped in the ass And may the weakness of one be exploited for the pleasure of all!” “This is the most disturbing funeral I have ever witnessed in my life,” you proclaim. Tenty opens her eyes and walks in a circle around the pile. All the while, her many limbs throw branches on top of the bundle, making a dome higher than her top tentacle. “May the pieces of you rot undisturbed and all the victim’s orifices even more perturbed.” She switches back her attention to you and wipes her tears with a tentacle. While poking at your neck with another wiggly appendage she stands on hind legs. "And I'm still totally gonna rape you, and there's nothing you can do about it! Even less so now that you have fewer tentacles." Her gaze switches back to your mane. "Does it hurt bad? Do you want me to put you out of your misery? Given that you’re not retaliating, you must suffer a great deal. I only wanted to break you, not shatter you. It’s not as fun if your mind can’t follow along." Tenty presses her foreleg on your shoulder. “Or maybe I can ease your pain.” Looking into your eyes she slowly licks your mane. You giggle. "O-ooh... it feels better now that you did that." Author's Note Gdoc 4 - ForeplayAny other day, getting your mane slathered with deep, musky saliva would be a turn off. However, weirdly enough, you feel yourself getting aroused. It’s as if her scent alone acts as an aphrodisiac. "So, can we move on now?" You ask, not sure if you want to move closer to her or far, far away. Tenty fills her mouth with your mane hair. All the while, she keeps her gaze on you, despite fighting against her choking reflexes. You lick your lips in anticipation, shifting on your hooves, not knowing what will come next. Teasingly, you kneel before her and whisper in her ear, "Rape me." She spits out your mane hair and screams, “No!” One of her tentacles wags before your eyes. “That’s not how rape works.” Another tentacle whips you on your flank. “You’re doing it wrong.” With your clenched teeth, you whisper through the pain, “I’m not even doing anything…” Tenty wraps her tentacle around your lush tail, forming a ponytail out of it. More tentacles wrap around your mane. You decide to play along with her game. “Oh, you just disabled all of my… tentacles. I’m now completely defenseless and at your mercy.” Tenty leans above your head and looks you in the eyes. She grins as she squeezes hard, compressing the ponytail. "Suffer!" You fake a pained yelp, biting your lip as you stumble around, hoping your act is convincing enough. "Oh, there's more where that cummed from!" Tenty slides her tentacle across your body as she walks behind you. The tentacles and their mucus smell and feel odd. It’s as if they’re somehow affecting your body and mind, more and more. "I'm gonna make everypony call me only by my true name, Tenty Rape. And I'll start with you." She presses her hoof on the tips of your tail against the ground and leans on it more and more. "N-nnngh-!" A moan escapes your mouth when you feel a pull on your dock. To your own surprise, it’s genuine and not faked. You shake your head in an attempt to escape the insanity. “You actually have rape in your name?” You lean back and look at her sideways. "Rape Tenty is not what everypony should call out anymore when they see me. It's Tenty Rape! You would do well to remember it.” Her gaze pierces you. “Say it! Say my name!" She rotates her hoof, grinding your tail hair against the ground. Even though finding her ‘torture’ somewhat humorous, you scream out loud, "Tenty Rape!" Your hooves quiver as you pant, like a true slave to this very, very odd filly. "Yeah! That’s right. That is my name." The tentacle filly sits down, looking up in contentment. "It's what I am. One day, everypony will know it in the right order!" She looks down to your tail before her and straightens the curved hair on it with a tentacle. "I wish I had so many tentacles as you do. Then I'd be able to give everypony what's cumming to them." “Aren’t you a generous one?” She wraps the tail in a tentacle and lifts it. "I think you're a good kind of mutant. I hope that stallions will rape you right in your pussy often so that you get pregnant with forced children and spawn many more good mutants who will all excel at their niche and rape plenty." “Well, that’s a nice sentiment, I guess…” Slipping under your tail, she looks up and observes it. "Why do you keep resting your tentacles all the time?" She shakes your tail and watches as the locks of hair stop flapping by themselves. "You act like you’re dead already. Wiggle a little! I wanna see what I'm working with here.” She looks you in the eyes ”Wrap them around me and squeeze until I tell you to stop. I want to feel how strong yours are." You laugh inwardly at that, grinning a bit. At the same time, you don't want to cut short the admiration of your luscious mane. She is the only person who didn’t compare your mane to a bird’s nest. “Since you’ve already proven that you’re stronger than me. I wouldn’t dare to defy you.” "Yeah! You better not." She giggles, stroking your mane with her tentacles. "I was afraid you could be one of the sicklings.” “Sicklings?” you ask. “When a flappy tentacle disease struck our village, a quarter of ponies had to be euthanized to contain it. Well, it was just one of the mares that got sick, but grown-ups didn't want to risk it so they culled all those that came in contact with her, just to be sure." “You mean cured, right?” “That’s what I said — culled. You were always useless with your tentacles, right? You're not a sickling, are you? Or are you in need of a culling?" "N-no... I'm not a sickling." you ponder your situation, not sure whether you managed to escape the culling or have just broken your own last defense. Author's Note Gdoc 5 - ClopTentacle filly circles around you like a shark. Searching for something to calm you down, you remember the wisdom your friend shared with you just before dying a violent death: The best way to understand something is to dive head first into it. Before thinking it over, you catch yourself saying, “I’m okay with this.” "Good! That means I can touch you all over safely. Safely for me, that is." A grin overrides the cautious expression on her face. "Let's see what else I have to work with." Her thin tentacles from her underbelly stretch out, wrapping around your hind legs. She presses your tail to your back. You let out a moan, your vagina being clearly shown to the filly. "O-ooh... you have a lot to work with~" Tenty’s hoof brushes on your vagina. "I'm gonna make you feel it!" All her mane tentacles stiffen, pressing her head against your vagina. A tongue slips between your slit. You let out a loud, lengthened moan from the feeling of your pussy graciously accepting the filly's protrusion. I guess she’s the one doing the head-first dive then… "Yeah, this is what you're good for, mutant!" a muffled sound comes from behind you as Tenty speaks into your pussy. Her snout pushes deeper, spreading up your meaty lower lips. Tremors rush through you as the filly pushes in deeper, your love cave ushering in the intrusion. "A-aaah... oh~" You squirt into Tenty’s mouth, licking your lips as you do so. Tenty retracts her head to swallow and takes a deep breath. "This is what you get for—" The rest of the words are spoken in your uterus as she tenses all her tentacles to pull her snout back into its shadowy sheath. You moan out, falling onto your muzzle as the filly rams into your passage. You squirt vibrantly as you pant, "Oh fuck..." "Nnt—Mhg... Hnn!" Tenty says, and leans her head from one side to the other, rotating her snout inside your pussy canal. The sensations overwhelm you and make your whole body tingle. "A-ahh...~" You charge your horn and lead your magical channels to the tentacle pony’s sex, slowly massaging it. Tenty unwraps her tentacles from you and jumps out of the vagina with a plopping sound. You’re pretty sure that you now know how birthing feels like. The tentacles soften the crash on her back. She leans forward, examining her clit with her forehooves. "How did you... You have tentacles that I don't know about, don't you? Are they inside your belly button? Why did you hide them? And on a completely unrelated note, your clam opener is still on fire even though you didn’t rub two sticks together with tentacles to make fire. I just thought you should know that you’re burning alive." You try to stay rational despite your horniness. "My… my horn is pleasing you... nngh..." You lick your lips. "No, it's not!” Tenty rolls on all four, tentacles spreading. She walks sideways, around you. "Your cone is on your head. You'd have to extend it to reach me. You can’t do that, can you? That’s not how clam openers work." "Magic..?" You reply simply, softly rubbing continuously on the filly's pussy, still salivating slightly. "It's a... mutation, of sorts~" You wink. "No!" She points a mane tentacle accusingly at you "Magic is just a myth!" She jumps up and down with her head leaned down, looking at her own private parts. “If you believe in magic, you’re almost as stupid as those who believe that science exists.” “Facts are facts, even if you don’t believe in them…” She looks at you with her eyebrows raised. "You must have some kind of invisible tentacles and you're pushing them through the ground... or something... right?" She leans her head to the side. "We can just go with that then. It does feel good though, doesn’t it?" To emphasize your talent, you slowly weave your magical channels into a dildo-like shape, sliding it slowly into Tenty’s luscious pussy while spinning it around. You can feel each pulsation through your horn, and it feels wonderful. Most likely to both of you. "Oh..." Tenty's eyes roll back from a sensation overload, but she fights against it. She clenches her teeth and tenses her muscles and regains composure. Her tentacles wave around. "But... but why... Ugh... why can't I see your big tentacle?" Her tentacles tingle. "... Mmm... they must be really long, too..." You lean your forehooves on her head, tentacles instantly embracing them as you do. You lightly move Tenty's snout down into your tunnel while you fuck her with your magic from behind. Another moan escapes your mouth as you extend your channels deeper, rubbing against the filly’s G-spot. "Mmmm... they are really long, aren't they~" "Oh, by Cthulhu they are!" Tenty speaks into your pussy. Her big eyes look from under you into your eyes, yet she can’t quite focus. They roll back a bit before she forces them into a gaze. "But .. But I still don't understand how—" a moan escapes her. She hoofs at the ground with a foreleg. “It's okay~" You take your time, slowly pushing harder with your magic, and in turn, pushing her snout deeper into your marehood. "You don't need to understand the fact in order to accept it.” She is so very wet inside. A moan escapes both of you. "But... but..." Willpower gives way to sensation overload. "Mmm... okay..." More and more tentacles wrap around you, feeling their way all over your body. You graciously accept these advances, rubbing your honeypot in the filly's face at an ever faster rate, as well as fucking the filly in her own pussy, too. Sweat dribbles off your body. Tenty's belly button tentacles launch forth toward your crotch. They latch on to your meaty lips, spreading them apart. With ease of access, Tenty profusely licks the inside of your vaginal canal. Her mane tentacles crawl, hoof by hoof, toward your ass. You nearly collapse from the pleasure, letting off a light gasp as your pie is eaten out faster than you ever considered possible. "Oh... oh my~ F-fuck~!" You moan once more, panting as your eyes gaze back. Tenty retracts her head to gasp for air. "Oh, we're not done yet, prey!" The belly button tentacles spread out the nether lips further apart. She shoves her full snouth in your pussy. Rotating herself around with the help of her tentacles, she drills deeper and deeper toward your uterus. Her mane tentacles latch onto your bum and spread the but cheeks apart. You hold back a scream of pleasure raging in your throat. She moans loudly. A moment later, your orgasm arrives in all its force. You hear nothing but gurgling sounds as a response, sending vibrations throughout your body. "O-oh, my... keep going at it~ Nnnf~!" You also drill deeper into the filly with your magic, fucking her harder, stronger and faster. Tenty pulls out from the pussy with a plop to take another sip of air. "You...oh... It's a sturdy invisible tentacle you have... mmm... though, it's just one I feel. But... ugh... it's no match for my arsenal." As a tentacle wiggles between your buttocks, many more spread out of her mane and tail. They wave up and down in the air. "Rape time!" Your eyes close, the ever-increasing pleasure nearly overwhelms your senses, both words and action promising even more. You come, nearly crying out in pure bliss. "A-aaahn~!" You pant like a dog, trying to supply your twitching body with enough oxygen to keep at bay the encroaching darkness clawing at your sight. You steal a glance at her with the center of your vision. This creature is a sex machine! Author's Note Gdoc 6 - Rape"Oh, I’m not done with you yet, prey. You're gonna feel it now!" Her belly button tentacles wiggle themselves in your tunnel, drilling deeper and deeper. The mane tentacles squeeze and lengthen, pushing themselves through the narrow opening. More tentacles latch on the sphincter, spreading it wider. Tenty latches her mouth on your clitoris. She wiggles her tongue around the button as she sucks on it with her mouth. The mixture of pain and pleasure nearly sends you into a frenzy, but you don’t remain selfish. You slam the magical dildo deeper and faster. Squishy sounds become ever more prevalent in the fuckfest. All manner of wetness and mucus cover the ground around you. Both of you sweat profusely. "Oh, fuck..." The sensations prove overpowering. You clench your teeth, saliva dripping out of your mouth. Tenty's tentacles tremble as she tries to maintain her focus. She leans a forehoof to your hind leg to catch her balance from the constant shoving in her pussy. Your head drifts lower and lower, as her breaths become faster and faster. "Rape Tenty?" you jokingly whisper. Tenty's breathing halts. Her head rises while eyebrows lower, big eyes pierce you with a terrifying gaze. "That's not my name!" she gurgles at you. “He-he, I was just…” you try to explain yourself. Tentacles buckle as they come alive in an instant. "I won't be broken again!". Her tail tentacles wrap around your hind hooves. Tenty pulls on them as she jumps at the side of your plot, sending you to the ground. She towers above you, standing on her hind legs, as her tentacles find their way into all your orifices. Your grunt as your head hits the ground. A moment later, you find yourself getting pounded continuously. This time it’s you who’s uttering gurgling sounds. With each slam at your innards, an animalistic grunt escapes your lunges. You feel your own juices spurt out with each slam of the tentacles inside you. Your will, however, has not yet shattered. Closing your eyes, you focus on your magic, slamming the dildo further into her. "Uh..." Tenty's body pulses in response. Yet her mind too seems to be relentless, her wiggling tentacles making a firm point of that. However,the filly’s vaginal juices seeping down on your shaking body attest to her waning resolve. "Yes... ngh... taste what's cumming to you!" She steps closer, swiveling a tentacle around your tongue, while exchangingly shoving the other tentacles in your other orifices. Tentacles lubricate each other as they drift deeper. You’re made to feel them with all your sensual innards. Surely she feels it even more, given how many sensual surfaces she has. Determined to make the 'tentacle monster' cum, you slam through right into her womb with a squelch. A squeal of delight follows. Tenty’s response is on par. Your moaning attests to this as you come again due to the dancing tentacles inside your own womb. Tears of pain and pleasure mix into a perfect symphony. "Uh!" Tenty's legs buckle almost making her collapse in the flood of sensations after you rotate your magical dildo deep inside her. "Mmm!" She drops to her haunches and bites her lower lip as she slides a tentacle to her own clit. In accordance with your own trembling, you make the conjured dildo vibrate inside of her. Tenty closes her eyes. She moans as she slits a tentacle up and down her clit while simultaneously rubbing her tentacles among each other in your orifices. You want to make the filly cum before you fully lose composure. Each stroke tenses your body evermore. You both approach the very edge of what an equine brain can perceive. It’s hard to tell if either of you two is driven by a definitive strategy or just plain haphazardness. Tenty uses the remaining few free tentacles, that aren't swirling in your orifices, and exchangeably slides them on her pussy, producing constant rubbing on her clit without intermission. She releases her lower lip, clenching her pointy teeth together instead. Her body shakes as tentacles sway and buckle. They shove deeper and bulk up as they vibrate from the exchanging tension. She opens her mouth wide as her eyes roll to the back of her head. A loud, gurgling moan resonates through the forest, scaring a flock of birds from the treetops. You too are about to cum again at this rate, and you feel perfectly fine with that. Every stroke and squeeze brings you pleasure, sending you closer and closer to bliss. "Nnnnf~!" Your blood boils, ecstasy coursing through you. You cum right there and then. Tenty's tentacles tremble and shake periodically. Her mouth is still open, saliva dripping on the ground. As her head drifts to the side, her eyes turn forth from the back of her head. "... Mmm, I pleased myself so good as I was raping you." Her tentacles drift out of your orifices as she lays her head on your chest. "I raped you good." Tentacles wrap around your body. "I raped you so good..." Her eyes slowly shut. You wriggle in the warm embrace, not fighting, but accepting it. You sigh with exhaustion as you hug her back, your eyes closing as well. Author's Note Gdoc Don't forget to check out the prequel as well if you haven't yet: [Adult story embed hidden]
1 - You Spy With Your Little EyeYou sigh, stumbling on your way home by the edge of the Everfree Forest. It had been the longest period of sobriety before tonight’s drink-fest. Perhaps even longer than a day. To think you would have lost another drinking contest... You must be losing your touch. Maybe you need more practice to hold in the licker. Either that or your liver is giving up. Spitting out the remains of the half-digested sludge in your mouth you shake your head to clear your mind and instantly regret your action. You’ve already vomited 3 times on the way, and you feel another one slowly climbing up the throat. Balancing on the path along the Everfree Forest, you take a big breath as if that could somehow detoxify your ethanol-soaked body. It’s at this point that you notice something in the distance. You’re no stranger to drunken hallucinations, but this one feels more real than everything else you see. Yet, it looks like a ball of ropes sliding on the ground, which obviously can’t be real. You’ve never seen anything like it. It has two eyes, and they connect with yours. A moment later, it jumps into a bush. Well, the bush, since it’s the only one in the whole clearing. You freeze in place and pin your ears in that direction, catching barely comprehensible self-dialogue from the bush. The wind blowing in your direction whispers, “The creature! Did it see me? I should have stayed clear of the path. What was I thinking? I’m just asking for it… I'll wait here until it passes. Even if the creature saw me, she can’t see me now because I’m in a bush.” “Somepony is being bad at sneaking,” you mutter. The outgrowth suddenly gets wrapped and all the branches of the bush get pulled in, making it denser. “And bad at hiding…” You can’t see the creature anymore, but it doesn’t matter because you know exactly where it is. The lone bush isn’t much of a hiding spot, after all. You slowly move over to the bush. “Nopony calls you ‘a creature’!” A purple rope slides on the ground and pulls itself inside. "What in Tartarus..?" You hear a whisper, “Why is the prey cumming closer?” You try to initiate contact, “Ahem.” “Maybe... Maybe it's just taking a shortcut away from the road. There's no reason to believe it sees me. The branches are thick, I can't be found. The bush is making me literally invisible!” You face hoof. “That’s not how bushes work…” The person in the bush continues talking to herself, “The prey seems to be mentally retarded since it's talking to itself. It’s definitely not talking to me because it can’t see me. It can’t!” “Reality doesn’t just go away if you deny it.” Slowly, you approach the creature in the bush. You light up the horn to see better. With the remainder of the magic potential, you use telekinesis to slightly nudge the branches to the side. "I know you’re in there." “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The creature jumps away from you out of the bush. “It sees me!” The ropes are still wrapped around the branches pulling the creature back midair. She falls to the ground on her back. You try to offer her a helping hoof, “Are you…” "Please don't eat me!" she whispers with a high pitch gurgly voice. “I’m not going to…” Looking up, the filly focuses on your horn. Her eyes widen. “AAA! Sharp object!” You shut off your magic and put a hoof over your horn in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. “That’s just my…” "I'll hurt you!" You take a step back as the helpless victim turns into a threat in an instant before your very eyes. She wraps herself with ropes forming a slick, trembling ball of appendages. Except, they’re not ropes! “What the fuck?!” Your eyes shoot open as you back away from the creature. "Freaking tentacles?" One of the appendages unwinds and breaks off a branch from the bush. “I need to stop drinking,” you swear to yourself for the thousandth time. The ball oscillates and morphs, giving rise to one eye in the middle, slowly opening. A moment later, it gets hidden behind a torn-off branch with just three leaves on it. “And I thought you were bad at hiding before…” The oval shape in front of you morphs yet again, extending in all directions, losing height, dropping almost below the grass line. It whispers, “What do I do?” You can’t take your eyes or pinned ears off her. “This can’t possibly be real,” you tell yourself while backing away ever faster. A deadly gaze shoots straight at you from the wiggling party. “I must never let my prey escape.” Her tentacles slap on the ground. The consequent force launches her body in the air. “The rule is: Get it to run, then hunt it down!” She lends on your path with all four hooves, her mane and tail tentacles wave in the air, instantly balancing her on the ground. Despite still trembling, she leans forward and yells, "Yeah! Err ... I'll hurt you!" Again, she notices the sharp oval body part on your forehead. "And I'm not even afraid of your clam opener. I'm not!" Her tail tentacles press between her hind legs again. You keep your gaze on the creature, the realization dawning on you that this encounter is going to end in a fight. Even if the offending filly looks like she’s bluffing. Running at the tentacle being, you charge up your horn and prepare to counterattack anything the potential aggressor may throw at you. "Eee!" The filly turns around, pressing harder on the abdomen with her tail tentacles. From her underside, another set of thinner tentacles launches out over her tail tentacles. They stretch on the flanks, wrapping together on her croup. "No hurt Tenty again!" With her eyes closed, she waves her mane tentacles behind her in your general direction. They flap uselessly in the air. “Tenty, was it?” You decide to put a stop to the nonsense, tackling the tentacles and leaning down to her face, "Just stop!" “Aaa!” Her tail tentacles slip between her hind legs as if by instinct to protect her groin area from a potential invasion. “Why must I always be the prey?” “Prey?” You ask. Her mane tentacles drop. "No hurt! No hurt!" A few of them hang uselessly over your foreleg. Tentacle filly lowers her head and the thin tentacles retract to her belly button. "I'll be good Tenty. No hurt..." A tear drifts across her muzzle and falls to the ground. She faces away from you as her tense tail tentacles slowly retract, one by one, wrapping on her sides and her back. "Please, no hurt..." The small body of the tentacle pony trembles. Author's Note Gdoc
2 - Something WigglyYour eyes raise in concern at the creature, a frown forming on your face. "Let’s stop beating around the bush; why were you hiding?" You nibble at your lip, staring at the frightened filly. "Wha ...?" She looks up at you as you tower above her small body. Wiping her tears from her eyes with a tentacle, she bows her head yet her eyes still dart at your forehead. "I ... I wasn't resisting. I'm ... I'm not resisting. I'm being good." It’s clear that your horn is taunting her even though you already shut it off. "And if you really have to beat me around the bush, please, just no clam opener. I mean, I’m not telling you what to do. You can do whatever you want, but it’s just so big and sharp and stiff... It’s a lethal fit, you know?" She closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide as if to scream, but you can’t hear any sound. Your ears start to hurt while the hair all over your body stands up, despite the absolute silence. The creature bows her head and stares at the ground with wide-open eyes. Her breathing becomes deep and loud. The many appendages shiver. Tears become streams. Tail tentacles squeeze her lower torso. The last tentacle slips from between her hind legs and wraps around a hind leg. "...I’m good... Not resisting...No need to shatter what’s already broken…" Her body jerks in between profound tremblings. You stare deep into the creature's eyes, for a few moments. Slowly, you manage to slip in between her sobbing, "I'm not going to hurt you." "You're... You're not? That’d be a first…" Tenty crouches down as she looks up to the horn. "Why are you threatening to hurt me then?" She points a trembling tentacle at the horn on your forehead then quickly retracts her trembling appendage. "That's anatomy…" You blink, still staring at the creature. “Is that one of the many shades of sadism?” she asks. "I can't help it," you try to explain in a different way while putting a hoof over it to get it out of her focus. "Why did they do this to you? Does it hurt?" She extends a tentacle toward your horn but quickly retracts the apandege again when it covers half the distance to your cone. “I can’t even imagine your hurt. Always being at the mercy of a merciless sharp object. I bet it weakens your resolve. It’s like a bad rape that never ends.” You blush upon hearing the awkward word usage, raising your eyes in concern. "It's, um... it's supposed to be like that." She caresses your forehoof with a tentacle. “You live in a very cruel, unforgiving and uncivilized world. You’re the bottom feeder, aren’t you?” You try to explain, “It’s not that bad, actually…” but get interrupted. "It’s good that you know your place.” She crouches down and examines the status of your genitalia. “Do you get raped a lot for being a mutant? You seem quite rapable to me.” “Excuse you!” You take a step away from her. She keeps her gaze on you with half-closed eyes. “You show weakness!” Her tentacles spring to the ready. “Hey, don’t you start again!” She walks in a circle around you like a cat trying to consume hot porridge. "Does the clam opener burn you when you set it on fire as you did earlier?" She waves tentacles above her head and emulates flames. "Why did you do that, anyway? Are you one of those that enjoy pain?" You stutter trying to think of something to say. "W-well, I don't get raped often..." Your eyes move away. "And I don’t enjoy pain too much.” "You shouldn't play with fire, though. It can lead to permanent kind of damage. What if it got into your eyes? You'd get blinded and I'd be raping you right now. Haven't they taught you anything in the brainwashing camps?" Your eyes widen at that. "Brainwashing camps... raping me... what are you talking about?" You slowly back away, shaking your head at the insanity. "Are you one of the virgin rejects‽” Her body shakes as if she just drank vinegar. “Are you?” You try to deflect the barrage. “Of course not!” she angrily screams at you. “There's a deflowering ritual of a foal soon after it's born where I cum from.” “You mean come?” “That’s what I said. You can’t cum without coming, can you?” “Wait, what?” “Anyways, there's also a party where one of the guests gets volunteered to 'entertain' the rest. Good times! Except for that one time when I got volunteered..." She bows her head but instantly lifts it with clenched teeth. “Repress! Distract!” She whips a tentacle against a twig on the ground, breaking it in two. You can only stare in shock at the prospects of information you had just been exposed to. How could this culture exist? A tentacle creature filly…? Possibly a whole new species, undiscovered? Is it the lost forth tribe of ponies? Were the legends true? You shake your head at the insanity. She interrupts your thoughts, “So, are you sinless?” “Well, I wouldn’t say that…” "Good. I was afraid there was something wrong with you. Almost getting raped by a virgin would be..." She emulates a gag reflex so loud that you think she is about to hurl. “Are you okay?” "Your hesitation is showing." Her tentacles spread out. “You’re just asking for it!” She takes a step toward you. “You’re scared!” "It’s either flight or fight with you, isn’t it? How about we just call it a tie?" "No! Only weaklings tie their prey. Real mares give their victims a fighting chance. It’s better that way because then you can victim blame the prey for getting raped which scores you extra rape points.” “I meant that we could try to coexist as equals, not… any of that.” “No! If you get raped when raping, you're doing something wrong.” “How about we put rape aside for a moment.” “If you didn't want to rape me, why did you even approach me? It doesn't make any sense. You're really weird." “I was just curious. I didn’t mean any harm and I still don’t.” "Really, you'd do that for me? You’d forgo rape? Prey, tell.” “The expression is pray tell... And yeah, sure, no raping from my end.” “More from my end then! In all my life, there was just my best friend who offered me such a trade after my father died of an anal infection. I was devastated when he passed onto eternal raping grounds and my friend wanted to make me feel better. And I did feel better after her self-sacrifice. I felt in control again. When she physically recovered, she’d burst into tears whenever she saw me. After that we kind of drifted apart, for some unknown reason." “Is that why you came here? You lost the things you cared about at home?” She kicks at the ground with her forehoof. "My life is a mess right now and I feel like destroying something beautiful." She looks you over. "You'll do." You take a step back. “You’re doing it again…” Author's Note Gdoc
3 - FuneralShe enters your personal space with a grin on her face. It is at this point that your mane catches her attention, making her gasp. "Wow! You have so many tentacles." Sitting on her flank, she starts hoofing at your mane. “They’re even slimmer than my belly button ones. With tentacles like these, I bet you could even rape somepony in their nostrils.” "Err, thanks, I guess," you say. A high-pitched voice pierces your ears, "Wha—" “What?” You look at Tenty, but she’s just frozen in place. “What’s wrong?” A full range of gurgling sounds is followed by, “Aaa!” The filly stares at a single hair on her hoof. “Not attached. Ripped away… Permanent damage!" You try to calm her down with, “You’re overreacting. It’s just a hair…” Tenty trembles as she gently wraps the single hair with a mane tentacle. She presses another wiggly appendage on your chest and looks at you with teary eyes. "I'm... I'm so sorry! I wanted to abuse you for real, not just collaterally, most certainly not accidentally. I didn’t mean to rip off your tentacle. That was unintended." “Really, that’s quite alright. Just forget about it.” Tenty spins around with extended tentacles, clearing a vast area of the leaves and branches with a single swipe. She then proceeds to dig a hole in the clearing while she sobs relentlessly. With her forehooves, she breaks the earth that is instantly cleared away by the tentacles. A gush of dust rises all around her. It covers her whole and all you can see is a vertical tentacle protruding through the cloud and holding the hair out of harm's way with its tip. You enter the dusty fog and put a hoof on her shoulder to get her attention. "I'm- uh, I'm different. They grow back for me..." When she doesn’t respond, you overstep all the boundaries and give her a soft kiss on the forehead. She ignores your gesture and goes back to digging. "No, they don’t. You’re stupid." "Look, just don't worry about it, okay?" Finally, Tenty stops digging, and the cloud disperses. She lifts a forehoof while extending the tentacle with your hair forward. All the tentacles form two lines in the air with their tips. Through the gap, the hair is slowly being carried toward her forehoof. You facehoof. “You’re not hearing what I’m saying.” The hair arrives at its destination on top of her forehoof. Sobbing, Tenty slowly lays it in the hole. As she kneels down, her tentacles form a carpet-like surface on the ground. After kissing the hair in the hole, she rises while the tentacles sweep the surrounding earth to the center, instantly forming a dome where the hole was. She wraps her tentacles in a form of a pillar atop the grave and closes her eyes. Putting a forehoof on top of them, she monotonically recites. “As I lay thee here to rest May deserving victim get raped in the ass And may the weakness of one be exploited for the pleasure of all!” “This is the most disturbing funeral I have ever witnessed in my life,” you proclaim. Tenty opens her eyes and walks in a circle around the pile. All the while, her many limbs throw branches on top of the bundle, making a dome higher than her top tentacle. “May the pieces of you rot undisturbed and all the victim’s orifices even more perturbed.” She switches back her attention to you and wipes her tears with a tentacle. While poking at your neck with another wiggly appendage she stands on hind legs. "And I'm still totally gonna rape you, and there's nothing you can do about it! Even less so now that you have fewer tentacles." Her gaze switches back to your mane. "Does it hurt bad? Do you want me to put you out of your misery? Given that you’re not retaliating, you must suffer a great deal. I only wanted to break you, not shatter you. It’s not as fun if your mind can’t follow along." Tenty presses her foreleg on your shoulder. “Or maybe I can ease your pain.” Looking into your eyes she slowly licks your mane. You giggle. "O-ooh... it feels better now that you did that." Author's Note Gdoc
4 - ForeplayAny other day, getting your mane slathered with deep, musky saliva would be a turn off. However, weirdly enough, you feel yourself getting aroused. It’s as if her scent alone acts as an aphrodisiac. "So, can we move on now?" You ask, not sure if you want to move closer to her or far, far away. Tenty fills her mouth with your mane hair. All the while, she keeps her gaze on you, despite fighting against her choking reflexes. You lick your lips in anticipation, shifting on your hooves, not knowing what will come next. Teasingly, you kneel before her and whisper in her ear, "Rape me." She spits out your mane hair and screams, “No!” One of her tentacles wags before your eyes. “That’s not how rape works.” Another tentacle whips you on your flank. “You’re doing it wrong.” With your clenched teeth, you whisper through the pain, “I’m not even doing anything…” Tenty wraps her tentacle around your lush tail, forming a ponytail out of it. More tentacles wrap around your mane. You decide to play along with her game. “Oh, you just disabled all of my… tentacles. I’m now completely defenseless and at your mercy.” Tenty leans above your head and looks you in the eyes. She grins as she squeezes hard, compressing the ponytail. "Suffer!" You fake a pained yelp, biting your lip as you stumble around, hoping your act is convincing enough. "Oh, there's more where that cummed from!" Tenty slides her tentacle across your body as she walks behind you. The tentacles and their mucus smell and feel odd. It’s as if they’re somehow affecting your body and mind, more and more. "I'm gonna make everypony call me only by my true name, Tenty Rape. And I'll start with you." She presses her hoof on the tips of your tail against the ground and leans on it more and more. "N-nnngh-!" A moan escapes your mouth when you feel a pull on your dock. To your own surprise, it’s genuine and not faked. You shake your head in an attempt to escape the insanity. “You actually have rape in your name?” You lean back and look at her sideways. "Rape Tenty is not what everypony should call out anymore when they see me. It's Tenty Rape! You would do well to remember it.” Her gaze pierces you. “Say it! Say my name!" She rotates her hoof, grinding your tail hair against the ground. Even though finding her ‘torture’ somewhat humorous, you scream out loud, "Tenty Rape!" Your hooves quiver as you pant, like a true slave to this very, very odd filly. "Yeah! That’s right. That is my name." The tentacle filly sits down, looking up in contentment. "It's what I am. One day, everypony will know it in the right order!" She looks down to your tail before her and straightens the curved hair on it with a tentacle. "I wish I had so many tentacles as you do. Then I'd be able to give everypony what's cumming to them." “Aren’t you a generous one?” She wraps the tail in a tentacle and lifts it. "I think you're a good kind of mutant. I hope that stallions will rape you right in your pussy often so that you get pregnant with forced children and spawn many more good mutants who will all excel at their niche and rape plenty." “Well, that’s a nice sentiment, I guess…” Slipping under your tail, she looks up and observes it. "Why do you keep resting your tentacles all the time?" She shakes your tail and watches as the locks of hair stop flapping by themselves. "You act like you’re dead already. Wiggle a little! I wanna see what I'm working with here.” She looks you in the eyes ”Wrap them around me and squeeze until I tell you to stop. I want to feel how strong yours are." You laugh inwardly at that, grinning a bit. At the same time, you don't want to cut short the admiration of your luscious mane. She is the only person who didn’t compare your mane to a bird’s nest. “Since you’ve already proven that you’re stronger than me. I wouldn’t dare to defy you.” "Yeah! You better not." She giggles, stroking your mane with her tentacles. "I was afraid you could be one of the sicklings.” “Sicklings?” you ask. “When a flappy tentacle disease struck our village, a quarter of ponies had to be euthanized to contain it. Well, it was just one of the mares that got sick, but grown-ups didn't want to risk it so they culled all those that came in contact with her, just to be sure." “You mean cured, right?” “That’s what I said — culled. You were always useless with your tentacles, right? You're not a sickling, are you? Or are you in need of a culling?" "N-no... I'm not a sickling." you ponder your situation, not sure whether you managed to escape the culling or have just broken your own last defense. Author's Note Gdoc
5 - ClopTentacle filly circles around you like a shark. Searching for something to calm you down, you remember the wisdom your friend shared with you just before dying a violent death: The best way to understand something is to dive head first into it. Before thinking it over, you catch yourself saying, “I’m okay with this.” "Good! That means I can touch you all over safely. Safely for me, that is." A grin overrides the cautious expression on her face. "Let's see what else I have to work with." Her thin tentacles from her underbelly stretch out, wrapping around your hind legs. She presses your tail to your back. You let out a moan, your vagina being clearly shown to the filly. "O-ooh... you have a lot to work with~" Tenty’s hoof brushes on your vagina. "I'm gonna make you feel it!" All her mane tentacles stiffen, pressing her head against your vagina. A tongue slips between your slit. You let out a loud, lengthened moan from the feeling of your pussy graciously accepting the filly's protrusion. I guess she’s the one doing the head-first dive then… "Yeah, this is what you're good for, mutant!" a muffled sound comes from behind you as Tenty speaks into your pussy. Her snout pushes deeper, spreading up your meaty lower lips. Tremors rush through you as the filly pushes in deeper, your love cave ushering in the intrusion. "A-aaah... oh~" You squirt into Tenty’s mouth, licking your lips as you do so. Tenty retracts her head to swallow and takes a deep breath. "This is what you get for—" The rest of the words are spoken in your uterus as she tenses all her tentacles to pull her snout back into its shadowy sheath. You moan out, falling onto your muzzle as the filly rams into your passage. You squirt vibrantly as you pant, "Oh fuck..." "Nnt—Mhg... Hnn!" Tenty says, and leans her head from one side to the other, rotating her snout inside your pussy canal. The sensations overwhelm you and make your whole body tingle. "A-ahh...~" You charge your horn and lead your magical channels to the tentacle pony’s sex, slowly massaging it. Tenty unwraps her tentacles from you and jumps out of the vagina with a plopping sound. You’re pretty sure that you now know how birthing feels like. The tentacles soften the crash on her back. She leans forward, examining her clit with her forehooves. "How did you... You have tentacles that I don't know about, don't you? Are they inside your belly button? Why did you hide them? And on a completely unrelated note, your clam opener is still on fire even though you didn’t rub two sticks together with tentacles to make fire. I just thought you should know that you’re burning alive." You try to stay rational despite your horniness. "My… my horn is pleasing you... nngh..." You lick your lips. "No, it's not!” Tenty rolls on all four, tentacles spreading. She walks sideways, around you. "Your cone is on your head. You'd have to extend it to reach me. You can’t do that, can you? That’s not how clam openers work." "Magic..?" You reply simply, softly rubbing continuously on the filly's pussy, still salivating slightly. "It's a... mutation, of sorts~" You wink. "No!" She points a mane tentacle accusingly at you "Magic is just a myth!" She jumps up and down with her head leaned down, looking at her own private parts. “If you believe in magic, you’re almost as stupid as those who believe that science exists.” “Facts are facts, even if you don’t believe in them…” She looks at you with her eyebrows raised. "You must have some kind of invisible tentacles and you're pushing them through the ground... or something... right?" She leans her head to the side. "We can just go with that then. It does feel good though, doesn’t it?" To emphasize your talent, you slowly weave your magical channels into a dildo-like shape, sliding it slowly into Tenty’s luscious pussy while spinning it around. You can feel each pulsation through your horn, and it feels wonderful. Most likely to both of you. "Oh..." Tenty's eyes roll back from a sensation overload, but she fights against it. She clenches her teeth and tenses her muscles and regains composure. Her tentacles wave around. "But... but why... Ugh... why can't I see your big tentacle?" Her tentacles tingle. "... Mmm... they must be really long, too..." You lean your forehooves on her head, tentacles instantly embracing them as you do. You lightly move Tenty's snout down into your tunnel while you fuck her with your magic from behind. Another moan escapes your mouth as you extend your channels deeper, rubbing against the filly’s G-spot. "Mmmm... they are really long, aren't they~" "Oh, by Cthulhu they are!" Tenty speaks into your pussy. Her big eyes look from under you into your eyes, yet she can’t quite focus. They roll back a bit before she forces them into a gaze. "But .. But I still don't understand how—" a moan escapes her. She hoofs at the ground with a foreleg. “It's okay~" You take your time, slowly pushing harder with your magic, and in turn, pushing her snout deeper into your marehood. "You don't need to understand the fact in order to accept it.” She is so very wet inside. A moan escapes both of you. "But... but..." Willpower gives way to sensation overload. "Mmm... okay..." More and more tentacles wrap around you, feeling their way all over your body. You graciously accept these advances, rubbing your honeypot in the filly's face at an ever faster rate, as well as fucking the filly in her own pussy, too. Sweat dribbles off your body. Tenty's belly button tentacles launch forth toward your crotch. They latch on to your meaty lips, spreading them apart. With ease of access, Tenty profusely licks the inside of your vaginal canal. Her mane tentacles crawl, hoof by hoof, toward your ass. You nearly collapse from the pleasure, letting off a light gasp as your pie is eaten out faster than you ever considered possible. "Oh... oh my~ F-fuck~!" You moan once more, panting as your eyes gaze back. Tenty retracts her head to gasp for air. "Oh, we're not done yet, prey!" The belly button tentacles spread out the nether lips further apart. She shoves her full snouth in your pussy. Rotating herself around with the help of her tentacles, she drills deeper and deeper toward your uterus. Her mane tentacles latch onto your bum and spread the but cheeks apart. You hold back a scream of pleasure raging in your throat. She moans loudly. A moment later, your orgasm arrives in all its force. You hear nothing but gurgling sounds as a response, sending vibrations throughout your body. "O-oh, my... keep going at it~ Nnnf~!" You also drill deeper into the filly with your magic, fucking her harder, stronger and faster. Tenty pulls out from the pussy with a plop to take another sip of air. "You...oh... It's a sturdy invisible tentacle you have... mmm... though, it's just one I feel. But... ugh... it's no match for my arsenal." As a tentacle wiggles between your buttocks, many more spread out of her mane and tail. They wave up and down in the air. "Rape time!" Your eyes close, the ever-increasing pleasure nearly overwhelms your senses, both words and action promising even more. You come, nearly crying out in pure bliss. "A-aaahn~!" You pant like a dog, trying to supply your twitching body with enough oxygen to keep at bay the encroaching darkness clawing at your sight. You steal a glance at her with the center of your vision. This creature is a sex machine! Author's Note Gdoc
6 - Rape"Oh, I’m not done with you yet, prey. You're gonna feel it now!" Her belly button tentacles wiggle themselves in your tunnel, drilling deeper and deeper. The mane tentacles squeeze and lengthen, pushing themselves through the narrow opening. More tentacles latch on the sphincter, spreading it wider. Tenty latches her mouth on your clitoris. She wiggles her tongue around the button as she sucks on it with her mouth. The mixture of pain and pleasure nearly sends you into a frenzy, but you don’t remain selfish. You slam the magical dildo deeper and faster. Squishy sounds become ever more prevalent in the fuckfest. All manner of wetness and mucus cover the ground around you. Both of you sweat profusely. "Oh, fuck..." The sensations prove overpowering. You clench your teeth, saliva dripping out of your mouth. Tenty's tentacles tremble as she tries to maintain her focus. She leans a forehoof to your hind leg to catch her balance from the constant shoving in her pussy. Your head drifts lower and lower, as her breaths become faster and faster. "Rape Tenty?" you jokingly whisper. Tenty's breathing halts. Her head rises while eyebrows lower, big eyes pierce you with a terrifying gaze. "That's not my name!" she gurgles at you. “He-he, I was just…” you try to explain yourself. Tentacles buckle as they come alive in an instant. "I won't be broken again!". Her tail tentacles wrap around your hind hooves. Tenty pulls on them as she jumps at the side of your plot, sending you to the ground. She towers above you, standing on her hind legs, as her tentacles find their way into all your orifices. Your grunt as your head hits the ground. A moment later, you find yourself getting pounded continuously. This time it’s you who’s uttering gurgling sounds. With each slam at your innards, an animalistic grunt escapes your lunges. You feel your own juices spurt out with each slam of the tentacles inside you. Your will, however, has not yet shattered. Closing your eyes, you focus on your magic, slamming the dildo further into her. "Uh..." Tenty's body pulses in response. Yet her mind too seems to be relentless, her wiggling tentacles making a firm point of that. However,the filly’s vaginal juices seeping down on your shaking body attest to her waning resolve. "Yes... ngh... taste what's cumming to you!" She steps closer, swiveling a tentacle around your tongue, while exchangingly shoving the other tentacles in your other orifices. Tentacles lubricate each other as they drift deeper. You’re made to feel them with all your sensual innards. Surely she feels it even more, given how many sensual surfaces she has. Determined to make the 'tentacle monster' cum, you slam through right into her womb with a squelch. A squeal of delight follows. Tenty’s response is on par. Your moaning attests to this as you come again due to the dancing tentacles inside your own womb. Tears of pain and pleasure mix into a perfect symphony. "Uh!" Tenty's legs buckle almost making her collapse in the flood of sensations after you rotate your magical dildo deep inside her. "Mmm!" She drops to her haunches and bites her lower lip as she slides a tentacle to her own clit. In accordance with your own trembling, you make the conjured dildo vibrate inside of her. Tenty closes her eyes. She moans as she slits a tentacle up and down her clit while simultaneously rubbing her tentacles among each other in your orifices. You want to make the filly cum before you fully lose composure. Each stroke tenses your body evermore. You both approach the very edge of what an equine brain can perceive. It’s hard to tell if either of you two is driven by a definitive strategy or just plain haphazardness. Tenty uses the remaining few free tentacles, that aren't swirling in your orifices, and exchangeably slides them on her pussy, producing constant rubbing on her clit without intermission. She releases her lower lip, clenching her pointy teeth together instead. Her body shakes as tentacles sway and buckle. They shove deeper and bulk up as they vibrate from the exchanging tension. She opens her mouth wide as her eyes roll to the back of her head. A loud, gurgling moan resonates through the forest, scaring a flock of birds from the treetops. You too are about to cum again at this rate, and you feel perfectly fine with that. Every stroke and squeeze brings you pleasure, sending you closer and closer to bliss. "Nnnnf~!" Your blood boils, ecstasy coursing through you. You cum right there and then. Tenty's tentacles tremble and shake periodically. Her mouth is still open, saliva dripping on the ground. As her head drifts to the side, her eyes turn forth from the back of her head. "... Mmm, I pleased myself so good as I was raping you." Her tentacles drift out of your orifices as she lays her head on your chest. "I raped you good." Tentacles wrap around your body. "I raped you so good..." Her eyes slowly shut. You wriggle in the warm embrace, not fighting, but accepting it. You sigh with exhaustion as you hug her back, your eyes closing as well. Author's Note Gdoc Don't forget to check out the prequel as well if you haven't yet: [Adult story embed hidden]
