She 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