Your 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