Going Deep in the Ocean

“Oh goddess,” he moaned.

The wait was killing Ocean Ice. This wasn’t anything like his weekly inventory. He could set his clocks by that shipment: every Tuesday, 9:37 on the dot. Special deliveries, on the other hand, would show up at the door whenever a mailpony he’d never heard of had gotten done with his two-hour lunch and decided to send it on the most circuitous route possible. Projected arrival dates were ballpark figures, and this shipment was already two days past due.

Ocean Ice felt that familiar ache and grimaced. He had been really looking forward to this delivery, but every minute his frustration got heavier, and the back room looked more and more inviting.

He wasn’t in the habit of being this masochistic. His boyfriend was more than happy to help him out in the heat of the moment, but this week found the colt out of town on business. Ice also kept a personal stock of all the best items in that room back at his house. A select couple he kept behind the desk, just in case urgency required him to close shop and deal with an urge right away. One time, he’d even used one in self defense, throwing a particularly floppy specimen at a pegasus who’d demanded “your bits or your life.” Ice had never seen anypony fly that fast.

Ultimately, Ice was falling prey to his own curiosity. He’d seen, and experienced, much of the pleasures that a little magic could perform on a horny colt. But when a fellow unicorn, a friend of a friend, stopped by the shop with a very specific request, Ice couldn’t help but order two. And he had chosen to abstain from any release until it arrived, so as to get the most out of what promised to be a very new, and hopefully fulfilling, experience. If only it would arrive before his balls exploded.

So when the knock finally came, Ocean Ice’s magic flung the door open so hard the knob left a dent in the wall.

“Hello!” said the way-too-cheerful and way-too-cute brown mailcolt with the package on his back. “Is this the Silver Ring?”

“Yes.”

“And is this-” he paused to read the name on the package, “Ocean Ice?”

“That’s me,” Ice said, biting his lower lip.

“Fantastic! Sorry about the wait!” The colt handed Ice the package, and produced a clipboard from his saddlebag. “Sign, please!”

Ice clutched the parcel tightly to his barrel. His horn glowed with a blue aura, and the floating pen the colt had offered scrawled a hasty version of Ice’s signature. “Thank you very much!” he said with added enthusiasm, and before the colt had time to put away his clipboard, the door was closed and Ice was tearing into his new acquisition.

The Tentacularly Tactile Teaser. The font was light blue, with parts of certain letters drawn to wrap around the package. Cute. The Teaser itself was translucent with small coils of the same blue trapped inside, like bugs caught in amber.

He pulled it out of the package. The size wasn’t anything too extraordinary, close to what he considered “industry standard”. Ice had taken more, both real and artificial. Still, he wasn’t closing shop an hour early over a few extra inches in length or girth. He flipped the sign on the door to “Closed”, flipped the lock with his magic, and trotted into the back room.

A small squirt of lube would do the trick, Ice thought, as he smeared a pump of the thin, clear fluid over the rounded tip. He felt the warmth between his hind legs. Even before he got started, this part always stirred him up a little bit. He smirked and licked his lips with anticipation, focusing the magic in his horn. He assumed the rutting position, planting his hooves and lifting his rump. As he flipped his tail up into the air, he felt the coolness of the air against his exposed entrance.

He breathed in through his nostrils as he levitated the Teaser behind him, at perfect entry level. He gave the first gasp as the tip, coated in cool jelly, touched against his warm, pink flesh. As he exhaled, he pushed the Teaser forward. There was a little resistance at first, but he soon pushed past it with a small “uhh”. He closed his eyes as he held the Teaser within himself. Then he slowly pulled it out, coating his insides with the lube, and easing the next thrust inward.

After a few thrusts, Ice found himself getting into a comfortable pattern. The grinding against his insides had stirred his own cock from its sheath, and it was now hanging out. Ice was just about to give it some attention, to raise it to its full, erect length, when something clicked in the back of his mind.

“Where are the tentacles?” he called out to the empty store. Ice reached forward and grabbed the empty box, looking for the directions with his Teaser-filled ass in the air.

“Step one: Unwrap.” He flipped the box over and shook it, making sure there were no spare parts he had somehow missed. “Okay, done.”

“Step two: Enjoy!” He snorted.

“Step three: Kick it up a level with our patented Bothria™ technology! Apply a magical charge to the Tentacular Tactile Teaser and see why it was voted Best New Toy by Estroustia Daily!” Ice nodded and closed his eyes to focus his magic, charging it in his horn and powering it through the ring he wore at the base of his tail. From there, the magic flowed into the Teaser, making it glow with the same color as the coils.

For a moment after the burst of magic, Ice was afraid that he had been conned. Nothing happened. At first, anyway.

The Teaser began to warm from the inside out, a feeling that didn’t particularly bother Ice, who wiggled his rump and grinned wide. A pair of magic tendrils slowly stretched out from the Teaser, and gripped onto the stifle of each hind leg. As the tentacles squeezed his thighs, the Teaser pumped itself in and out of Ice’s ass slowly but deliberately. He exhaled a breath that he had been holding for what felt like an eternity, and allowed his respirations to return to a steady, low series of pants.

“Oh goddess,” he moaned.

As if responding to his voice, another tentacle stretched out from the Teaser, snaking its way down his arched back. The end of the tendril coiled like a cobra ready to strike on Ice’s withers, swaying back and forth to the same rhythm of the dildo’s thrusts. Then the tentacle struck, grabbing a hoof-ful of Ice’s thick mane and pulling it back.

Ice gasped at the sudden movement, but his smile grew even wider. It reminded him of the last time his lover had mounted him and, in his passion, gripped Ice’s mane in his teeth. Maybe the Teaser had used his magic to uncover his own kinks? Ice’s cock was now fully unsheathed. Dangling beneath his barrel, swinging to the slowly speeding beat of the pumping Teaser, it was now fully erect and aching for some release.

Another pair of tentacles took the initiative. One wrapped itself around his swollen scrotum, cradling the balls as they swung back and forth. The tentacles were warm and soft, but pulsed with an energy of their own. A second tentacle reached the full length of Ice’s cock, and dipped its end in the glistening bulb of precum that sat at the tip. It pulled it back, the sticky trail pulling with it into a thin string. Suddenly, the tentacle wrapped itself around Ice’s cock like a spring, and Ice groaned loudly. “Oh, fuck!”

The Teaser seemed to communicate with its tentacles perfectly. Every pump of the Teaser, grinding into Ice’s asshole, was countered with a pump of his cock. The tentacles on his legs had stretched down all the way to his hooves, and were massaging the most sensitive parts as Ice unconsciously stood on the very tips of his hooves, trying to get his ass even higher, inviting the Teaser to go deeper still.

His mouth hung open as the Teaser fondled his balls, moving them up and down with a smooth wave of warmth. His breath grew more shallow and his moans became louder. The tentacle milking his cock squeezed his medial ring on each pass, and Ice felt the edge getting closer and closer. He pushed his ass into each thrust, eager to take everything the Teaser could dish out. Ice shifted his front hooves in frustration as he climbed closer and closer to orgasm, until he felt the sensation between his legs spike. The head of his cock flared and Ice cried out.

“OH GODDESS!”, he moaned as every tentacle constricted. Ice’s body lurched as spurt after spurt of hot seed spilled out of him. He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth, his cock and balls emptying onto the floor of his back room.

And just as quickly as the tidal wave crashed, it rolled back, and the tentacles disappeared into the Teaser. Ice’s hind legs gave out, and he fell barrel first into his own cum. Panting, he rolled onto his side, his stomach a white, sticky mess. The Teaser slid out and hit the floor with a barely audible “thud.”

Ice tried to raise his head to look at it, but opted against it. He didn’t particularly feel like moving. “Just another minute,” he said with a smile, still warm and fuzzy from the orgasm. “That was pretty fantastic.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking to the Teaser or to himself.

Either way, he’d definitely have to charge that unicorn more.