A Gift For Octavia
Chapter 1
It had been a normal day for Octavia. The evening's performance had gone well, her quartet had celebrated with a few drinks, and then they had gone their separate ways for the night.
She had, however, been mildly surprised by the package awaiting her on her doorstep. She couldn't remember ordering anything, and there weren't any typical gift-giving occasions coming up. Sighing as she unlocked her Canterlot townhouse, she stacked the parcel atop her cello case and made her way inside. She deposited the item on a table before returning her cello to its rightful place in her music room, then promptly forgot about it as she went about her evening routine.
She finally returned to the box after a shower, her mane wrapped in a towel. Picking it up by the string wrapped around it that she hadn't noticed outside, she examined it as she carried it to her room. There was no return address, and indeed her own address seemed to be missing from the label. Instead, there was a note:
To Miss Octavia:
I hope you enjoy this, I made it for you myself.
A Fan
With a shrug, she snipped the string with her teeth and pulled open the box. From amidst the foam packing peanuts, she removed a black and white piece of pottery about the size of her head.
That's certainly not what I was expecting, Octavia thought as she inspected her gift. It was a simple, elegant design, the pot itself looked like white ceramic. She ran a hoof over the surface, admiring the paintwork. The impeccable design seemed to be a stylized tangle of thick vines.
She frowned as she pondered a use for it. This was much nicer than most random gifts left by fans, particularly for one left anonymously. She immediately disregarded the obvious use of holding a houseplant, as she was gone so frequently that they tended to die while she was away. With a yawn, she resolved to find a use for it tomorrow, on a much needed day off. She left the pot on her dresser and turned off the lights before retiring to bed.
Octavia stirred hours later, laying on her belly with an uncomfortable heat between her legs. Still too tired to even open her eyes yet, she snaked a hoof down to her loins, batting away a fleshy tendril before tending to her needs.
After a few strokes, her eyes snapped open and her ministrations ceased. What the hell was that?
She rolled over and let here eyes adjust to the darkness. A snake was her first thought, but the thing before her didn't move like a serpent.
“Honestly, I thought you'd never wake up,” said a distinctly male voice. “You have no idea how long it takes to wake an earth pony by teasing them.”
Octavia's heart rate, already elevated from her excitement, climbed higher as fear became her dominant emotion. After a nervous swallow, she found her voice. “What are you?”
“I am my mistress' gift to you,” the voice answered. “Erm, it's probably easiest to just show you.” With that, the tendril retracted, and Octavia tracked its progress back into the new pottery on her dresser.
“You have got to be joking,” she said as her heart finally stopped pounding in her throat. “An anonymous fan gave me an enchanted pot full of tentacles.”
“They're actually quite popular among ponies who can afford them,” the voice said. A pair of tentacles slowly made their way back out and towards the bed.
“So... what exactly are you?” Octavia asked again, keeping a watchful eye on the roaming appendages.
“A sentient sex toy!” came the cheerful response. “Feel free to use me as you desire. I'm actually not allowed to do anything more than this without your consent.” A tentacle darted forth and teased against her outer lips, pulling back before she could swat it with a hoof.
“Don't do that!” Octavia said, the familiar heat building up again. “I still haven't decided if this is real or not.” She brought a foreleg to her mouth and bit down on it. “I'm probably not dreaming.”
“You know, each of the princesses have one,” the tentacle being said. “Not like we'd have lasted long if we were dangerous.”
“What do I even call you?” Octavia asked, relaxing again. She watched as the pair of tentacles inched closer but they didn't make contact yet.
“Call me whatever you want. I'm yours.” A tentacle gingerly touched one of Octavia's hind hooves, and moved to her ankle when she didn't pull away.
Octavia frowned. She was now frustratingly aroused, having been riled up and let down twice in one night. But the thought of some unknown magical monster probing at her tender parts wasn't exactly at the top of her list of fantasies.
Still, the tentacle worked its way up her leg, finally stopping at her inner thigh. Octavia still had her front hooves in front of her, hiding her marehood from sight. The other tentacle moved up the outside of her leg and began massaging her flank, just over her cutie mark.
She released a breath that hadn't meant to be holding. She was often so busy that there wasn't time to court anyone, and anything less than a proper courtship ritual was social suicide in Canterlot. Finally getting real release was tempting.
Her hind legs slowly splayed apart and she pulled her forelegs up to her chest. “Um, if you really want to...” Her voice trailed away into nothingness, but her new toy had heard all he needed.
The first tentacle moved from her inner thigh to probe gently against her pussy, running its tip up and down the length of her slit. Octavia's hips squirmed under the attention and she gave a low moan.
“How do you want to start?” her toy asked. Octavia hummed, gyrating her hips as she thought.
“I don't know, what's normal?” she asked, then blinked as she realized what she'd said.
“We'll go with 'average stallion' then.” A third tentacle, significantly thicker, joined the other two working Octavia's body. Octavia hadn't had the opportunity to observe a stallion up close like this (such things were improper in Canterlot, after all) but she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed at the thought of that going inside her.
She was jerked away from her thoughts by the smaller tentacle darting forth, parting her folds and dipping into her dripping sex. She squeaked at the unexpected penetration, her back arching as the tentacle probed her depths before pulling itself out.
“Yes, you're most definitely ready,” her toy announced, lining the large tentacle up with her opening. It drove forth slowly, but with surprising force, and Octavia grunted as she felt the girth stretch her walls. A moan escaped her lips when it finally stopped moving and reversed direction.
“One of my advantages over a regular stallion,” her toy said. “Mounting you normally, that's about as far in as they can get. I can go further.” And with a quick thrust, he proved it. Octavia cried out as she felt the tentacle phallus slam into her, filling her completely.
As it continued thrusting, the two smaller tentacles turned their attention to her nipples, caressing and sucking her teats. Instincts took over, and she found herself grinding her hips towards the tentacles, meeting each thrust and trying to drive it deeper.
A fourth tendril joined the fray, smaller than any of the others. It dipped into the juices staining her bed and proceeded to attack her clit. Octavia's breath caught in her throat as she came, her walls milking her fake stallion. The tentacle stayed buried deep inside her as her pussy clenched around it.
After what felt like an eternity, the tentacles slid from her body. The smallest dragged its tip down her vulva and circled the rim of her anus before joining the others waiting at the foot of her bed.
It took Octavia several minutes to recover, by which time the only remaining tentacle was the original that had woken her up.
“Enjoy yourself?” her toy asked. A nod was all she could offer at first.
“That was... far better than I expected,” she said, then frowned. “But didn't you, ah, finish?”
She wasn't sure how a tentacle could convey confusion, but it managed to. “Finish? Oh! You mean ejaculate.”
“Well, orgasm, but yes.”
“I don't orgasm,” he said. “But if you want me to ejaculate, I can. See?” The tip of the tentacle pointed upwards and a tiny spurt of milky white fluid shot out, landing on Octavia's belly.
“So that's what it looks like,” Octavia said, trying to remove the fluid from her coat with a hoof.
“Lemme get that.” The tentacle moved forward and its tip changed shape, sucking all the semen from her fur and hoof. “Most stallions finish inside for you, huh?”
“No, just never had a stallion,” Octavia said, blushing slightly. “Too busy.”
“Ah. Well, I suppose it's getting late, you've no doubt got a busy day tomorrow, and since I seem to have convinced you not to smash my pot and track down my maker, I'll let you get back to your rest.”
“Why, tired?” Octavia asked, her voice teasing. “I have nothing planned for tomorrow, we can keep going.”
As if on cue, several tentacles poked out from their home on the dresser. Octavia rolled back to her hooves and dropped her front half to the bed, raising her rump and moving her tail aside.
“You want one big one or a few little ones this time?”
“Surprise me.” A pair of tentacles found her pussy, alternating as they ran up her lips. After slicking themselves up with her juices, they both drove into her waiting cunt.
Octavia moaned, more loudly than she had been previously. “More,” she said, wiggling her hips. A third slid into her, followed quickly by a fourth.
“Oh sweet Celestia,” she gasped, readjusting her hooves to accommodate the force of the rutting. As the tendrils ravaged her insides, she reached back and teased at her clit. A few seconds later, a much more dextrous tentacle replaced her, thoroughly massaging and caressing the nub.
Another loud moan left her mouth as the tentacles quickened their pace, diving in turns rather than as one. Her eyes lost focus as her mind was flooded with sensations she had never been prepared for. Octavia felt the pressure building and knew it wasn't going to take long.
“Finish with me!” she cried, thrusting her hips back to meet the tentacle onslaught, finally driving herself over the edge. This time as her pussy convulsed around the tendrils, she felt them all dive in as deep as they could, and the first warm spurts of cum flooded into her.
The sensation took her completely by surprise, and set her into a second orgasm before the first had even ended. All the while, the tentacles kept up their relentless spray, filling her womb and overflowing onto the sheets.
Finally, after what felt like gallons of fluid had been pumped into her, the tentacles slid from her cunt once more and retreated to their ceramic home. Octavia's legs let go, and her rump fell to the sheets with a wet squish, where she lay panting for several more minutes.
“Best... orgasm... ever...” she finally managed to say, gulping down air as though she'd galloped a marathon. Cum continued to leak from her pussy, joining the puddle on the bed.
“Oh, it only gets better from here,” her new friend said, gently caressing her cheek. “Ready for round three?”
Octavia smirked. “You truly are an insatiable creature, aren't you.” Still, she found herself decidedly unsatisfied, even after two mind-blowing orgasms.
The tentacle worked its way down her spine, massaging her back and making Octavia sink into the sheets further with a groan. The massage ultimately moved to her flanks, where a second tentacle joined in and both of her cutie marks were lovingly explored.
“You see, ponies are delightfully stretchy creatures,” her toy said, as a third tentacle rejoined the fray. It carefully lifted her tail out of the way before pressing against her puckered anus. “And you have far more pleasurable entrances than you realize.”
Octavia's tail slammed back down over her rump. “Oh, no. No, no, no. Such things are only done by backwoods yokels and colt-cuddlers.” She winced a bit as she felt the now cooling semen soak into her tail hairs.
“Canterlot ponies, so repressed,” her toy said. “Fair enough, then. If you were sufficiently entertained by my previous demonstrations, I suppose we can both retire for the remainder of the night.”
A whimper escaped Octavia's lips as the massage ceased. She craned her neck and watched the tentacles recede back into their home.
She lay, for several minutes, in the rapidly cooling nighttime air of her room. She was well aware of the sticky mess surrounding her groin, but moving too much threatened to remove fur from sensitive parts of her body. Finally, when she could no longer remain comfortable in her current position, she gave a very vocal grunt and rolled to her side, gasping as she left some gray strands embedded in the puddle behind her. She gingerly climbed to her hooves and made her way to the bathroom, deciding a long soak was in order.
While waiting for her tub to fill, she stripped her bedding and set about replacing it with fresh linens. Stifling a yawn, she stretched the new sheets over the mattress and secured the corners before returning to her bath. Steam had filled the room, and the tub was full enough that she shut off the water before lowering herself inside with a sigh.
Her favorite part of a long bath is the time it gave her mind to wander. Naturally, she reflected on the course her evening had taken. Had someone told her earlier that day that she'd be having sex with some strange magical tentacle... thing, she'd have told them they were crazy. But the feeling of fullness brought a heat back to her loins just remembering it. And the sensations from spurt after spurt of hot tentacle cum coating her insides... it wasn't long before a hoof was between her thighs, rubbing furiously at her slit.
The sound of Octavia's labored breathing soon filled the bathroom, mixed with little moans that she failed to stifle. Occasionally there would be a splash as one of her hind legs kicked reflexively. Still, even as good as it felt to tend to her own needs, there was something missing now, and she found herself relieved when a familiar voice interrupted her ministrations.
“Something I can help you with, milady?” A tentacle appeared over the rim of her bathtub. In the brighter light of the bathroom she could finally see the dark green coloration.
I thought you'd never ask, she thought, though proper Canterlot etiquette prevented her from being so blunt. “Perhaps,” she said, removing her hoof from her lower lips. Within moments, a trio of tentacles had joined the original, diving below the surface to pick up where she left off.
The thickest of them worked its way between her lips and slowly inched into her well-lubricated snatch. It easily penetrated her, fully exploring her depths before starting at a slow rhythm. Meanwhile, the first of the smaller tentacles rubbed her clit, perfectly in time with the thrusting.
Octavia's back arched, and she had to grip the sides of her tub to keep above water. With each stroke, a shudder ran up her body. Another smaller tentacle joined the thicker one in her pussy, moving opposite to its counterpart. One more moved lower, prodding her backdoor.
Her protest died on her lips, interrupted by a moan. Her sentient toy plowed forward, diving deep into her ass in a single thrust.
It was the last little push she needed. With a scream, Octavia came, her juices mixing in her bathwater. Her inner walls milked their intruders for their sticky prize, and they delivered. Cum gushed into her body, spurt after spurt flooding her womb and rectum. More from the one rubbing her clit stained the water.
After several seconds, Octavia collapsed into the water with a splash. She flailed for a moment as water filled her nostrils, but quickly regained her composure once she sat up.
She spent the next several minutes catching her breath, before pulling the plug on her bath and stepping out of the water. After toweling off, she barely bade it to her fresh bedsheets before sleep overtook her, the tentacles still buried inside.
Author's Note
Finally finished this. I started writing it before Liquid Gold, but hadn't gotten around to wrapping it up. Anyways, hope you enjoy a trek through my twisted little mind!
