Handle With Care

Early morning light trickled into Applejack’s barn through the cracks of closed windows, illuminating the hay covered floor and red walls with a light yellow tint. At the center, Applejack stared at Vinyl Scratch with a sideways glance and an quirked brow. To Vinyl’s side lay a long, wooden shipping crate packed with hay around the edges. A few ropes and straps lay limp at the bottom and a pink chest marked ‘toys’ sat to the side.

“So what do you say, Applejack? Want to try it?” Vinyl said, her eyes lowering, each word dripping off her tongue like honey. “You’ve been all pent up and need a break. I can practically feel it.”

Applejack bit her lip then took a deep breath. She and Vinyl had been dating for quite some time now, and their relationship had quickly turned to more questionable activities of late. It had started out pretty normal—typical new girl in town curiosity for Applejack when Vinyl moved in from Canterlot. But from ‘hello, and welcome to town,’ things had advanced pretty quick. Vinyl had always been used to the party scene, and likewise made her move when she was attracted to someone right away.

Applejack blushed a bit, remembering those early days. Vinyl had been ready to jump right in, and with a some gentle coaxing, Applejack had broken down and nervously tried sex with a mare for the first time. After that, her marefriend had only wanted to keep upping the ante with all kinds of promiscuous games. Vinyl certainly was a creative artist after all.

“Hellooooo, earth to Applejack. You in there cowgirl?” Vinyl said, as she turned and brushed her blue tail across Applejack’s face.

Applejack flinched and shook her head, not realizing she had been daydreaming. Her eyes once again met with the box and she shifted her gaze away, blushing.

“Eh, Vinyl, I’m just not sure I’m completely comfortable with this idea. I mean, a shipping fetish? I thought that was where stallions wrote about their favorite characters gettin’ together and ruttin’ on the internet.”

Vinyl lowered her brow. “What the...? No! Who does that? That’s the dumbest thing ever.” Applejack shrugged. “Ugh, Applejack, this is shipping as in the mail, not relation-shipping. See, you get in the box and I package you up, stuffing you with all kinds of kinky fun toys and you have to wait helplessly until you get to my house where I open you up and let you cum. Just imagine it, all those postal workers, inches away from your body as you ache for relief, helplessly pleasured until you arrive.” Vinyl bit her lip, quivering.

Applejack’s face nearly caught fire, her face turning crimson red. “Scratch, w-why would ya think I’d want to do something weird like that?”

Vinyl sat down and put a hoof to her chin. “Oh, I don’t know, I just thought I could smell this one sweet scent that’s the telltale sign of a certain sexy-cute-mare-I-know’s need for release. Oh well, guess I was sorely mistaken” she said with a shrug. “I’ll just pack these toys up and diddle myself alone today.”

Vinyl turned and slowly bent over with her hindquarters pushed up just a tad more than normal as she moved to pick up her things. Her tail swished back and forth, each time coming close to giving a peek of her soft nether lips. Each time was close, but never yielding, never fully moving away enough for a good view of her feminine folds.

Applejack’s knees nearly buckled as she felt a hot feeling build up in her core. “Vinyl, p-please...” she murmured.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it, AJ,” Vinyl said with a coy grin. “I’ll just pick out one of my big, full, vibrating toys to play with later, and you can go ahead and go about your day as you are. I mean, seeing as you’re not worked up like you sometimes get or anything. It’s odd because I can seem to recall you telling me about your problems with certain...tensions, that you have around this time. I think it was a weekly issue? Well, whatever, let me just make sure I didn’t leave anything else.”

Vinyl Scratch sauntered over to Applejack’s side, her hips bouncing with a sexy sway. She swished her tail, gently teasing the side of AJ’s coat. Applejack started to feel a little dizzy. Her breathing had turned hot and her face ached like she had a lethal fever. Standing there, almost shivering, she finally noticed a warm wet feeling creep down her leg. Applejack clenched her eyes shut, not even needing to look—she was soaked.

“Vinyl, come on stop teasin’ already, Ah—hah!” She gasped and bit down on her lower lip as Vinyl moved her way around AJ’s backside, giving a few tail flicks against the heated pony’s flank. “Ok ok... I might need a little attention, m-maybe. Vinyl c-could you please j-just pick a toy an’...an’...” Applejack could feel the blush increase and she struggled to say the word aloud.

Vinyl stopped as she came around to Applejack’s other side. She brushed her tail against Applejack’s sore slit, pretending not to notice. “Hmm well, Applejack, I’m not so sure what you mean unless you actually say it clearly.”

“Vinyl, c-come on. You know what I’m tryin’ to say.”

Vinyl tilted her head. “Hm? I’m sorry,” Her voice changed to a purr as her eyes lowered. “You might need to beg.”

“Gosh darn it, I need ya to rutt me!” AJ yelled, nearly on the verge of collapsing at this point. Her face burned, her breath felt hot, and it felt like the air itself stung her swollen lips as she dripped more and more onto the barn floor. “Dammit, Vinyl, I need it so bad. It gets like this, I don’t know why, but I get so hot and bothered sometimes. Maybe it’s just because I work in the sun a lot or something—I don’t know, and I don’t care. I, just need to ya slam into me with whatever you want right this instant!”

Vinyl giggled and slinked away, sitting down next to the box. “No.”

Applejack was nearly on the verge of tears as she moved her stetson over her face. “Vinyl, you said you wanted to help. It’s real bad right now and you just keep teasing me. P-please, I can’t do it alone anymore; it doesn’t do anything! Why won’t you help me?”

“I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t going to rutt you this very instant.”

Applejack perked up. “What?”

Vinyl gestured to the box, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips.

“Oh no, no no no no no, there ain’t no way I can do that! Please just use a strapon or something. M-maybe the long, two pony one?” Applejack said, her eyes almost glazing over as she stared at the familiar pink toy chest.

Vinyl slammed her hoof down, holding the case shut. “Nope.”

“Vinyl!”

“Box,” Vinyl said, pointing a hoof. “I want to try this and I know you’ll like it.”

“I’m not doin’ it.”

Vinyl Scratch gave a slow smirk as she casually laid over on her back and pulled out a long purple vibrator from her chest.

“Oh no, no amount of your teasing is ever going to get it to happen.”

Vinyl shrugged and lubed the toy with her mouth. She moved the toy downwards, taking her sweet time as she watched Applejack stare, shifting back and forth.

“V-Vinyl, I don’t c-care what you do in front of me,” AJ stuttered.

Vinyl continued, caressing her body with her hooves. Applejack could feel her sex overflowing as she watched helplessly, her body burning as hot as her face now. “That’s fine,” Vinyl said. “I’ll just be here, all alone, doing who knows what in the barn while you work.”

Applejack gulped.

Vinyl smirked and gave a wink. “Just try not to think about it.”

Gosh darnit, Vinyl Scratch,

Applejack lay her head back in the container as she felt the bumps of the shipping carriage against her back. She breathed deep and looked around in the dim light provided by air slits in the box. Her back lay against soft hay and she could feel a ball gag stuck in her mouth. Leather straps bound her forehooves to her sides and a bar clamped around her bottom hooves, pulling her legs open in a ‘v’ shape.

A large, foot-long pink dildo buzzed deep within her flower. The toy was Vinyl's biggest, at three inches across, and stretched Applejack quite a bit. Just putting it in a few inches had caused her to let out little squeals of pleasure, despite how incredibly embarrassing it had been. She had wanted to have the thing slammed in full bore but Vinyl had refused to push it more than a few inches, saying it would be more fun this way. Always the tease, Applejack thought.

She sighed and turned her head to the side. Other than being a little cramped and unable to move much, it had been quite comfortable. At first she had felt a bit scared, having never done any kind of bondage play in her life. Heck, before Vinyl she had never even kissed a stallion. Now she had begun to see what the point of this shipping fetish was. The helplessness, the lack of control, the reliance on Vinyl to open the shipping crate later, and relieve Applejack’s arousal...

AJ’s face flushed at the thought and she bucked her hips forward involuntarily. She didn't know why, but that thought, that single idea of being trapped at the edge, begging for release at every waking moment under the thin veil of the container—it drove her mad.

Applejack moaned into the bit as her lust surged, peaking again from the light teasing of the vibrator. She arched her back and tried her best to grind forward but to no avail. She struggled against the straps and harnesses, desperately trying to somehow get one loose and tend to herself—anything at all. Her hooves on her swollen clit, the vibrator getting shoved deep within her, she didn't care.

Applejack groaned in frustration then finally sighed and lay down again. It had been like this for an hour now and she couldn't do a thing about it despite her unstoppable instinct to try at different intervals. Applejack was restrained too well, heated to the edge but completely unable to satiate herself. A fresh blush spread across her face. Dammit, Vinyl, why ya always gotta get me to do this kinky stuff. I hope you didn't make this trip too long—this is driving me crazy!

The shipping carriage ground to a halt then gave a small jolt as the brakes kicked in. Applejack sat up as best she could and pricked her ears to listen. The back door made a grinding sound as it slid against the metal guides, and light poured in through the crate’s air slits. Must be at the sorting facility now, she thought. Won't be that much longer now. I just have to hold out, then Vinyl can let me cum at last.

She felt the carriage push down, a heavy hoovestep landing on the bed followed by the sound of creaking suspension. After a moment, she could hear faint talking and packages being slid across the wood floor and out of the back. Applejack did her best to stifle her heavy breathing as the sounds neared.

Two ponies moved around her, and with a grunt, lifted her up and moved to the back of the carriage and down a ramp. Applejack's head tipped down first and the phallic toy at her crotch slipped up her marehood an inch. Applejack let out a soft yelp of pleasure.

“Did you hear something?” a voice said as they evened out and continued.

“Hm? No.”

Her chest rose and fell, each breath puffing out like steam while she struggled to calm herself. She was close, so ridiculously, unstoppably close that it almost made her eyes roll back in her head. What she would give to just reach right down there and shove the vibrator deep inside. Applejack bit down hard on the ball gag and twisted her face into the soft hay to stifle another moan just from the thought. She had to try to keep herself under control; if she came now there was no way she'd be able to keep it quiet and everypony would hear.

Applejack's suddenly found herself unsure whether she should thank Vinyl for the ball gag or curse her. On one hand, it was muffling her voice but it also stopped her from calling out to the mover stallions and getting them to rutt her till she fainted.

“Oi, watch the wall!”

“What?”

The top of the box banged up against something hard and the vibrator shifted out of her. “Idiot,” one of the voices grumbled, as the container pushed back and continued on.

Applejack sighed in relief. As disappointed as she was to have the tingling pleasure leave her, she was going to need a break if she aimed to stay quiet. Applejack wasn't going to be able to cum on such a low setting but it was impossible to keep her voice in at this point. Now she could hopefully just relax and endure the rest of the trip without being tormented. Applejack calmly breathed through her nose as her heart rate sank back down, the heat in her face receding. Good, she thought. I can do this now.

“Last one here, Derpy. Where do you want it?”

“Let me see where I can put it,” a cute and slightly slurred voiced said. Applejack could hear a series of flaps and a hard, clumsy landing right next to her as the box held still. She quirked a brow. Derpy was her final deliverer? Well, she did live in Ponyville so that made sense.

Applejack felt herself spin and start up the loading ramp, her feet leading this time. She eyed the toy as the blood went to her head from the incline. The large vibrator shifted an inch, aiming right at her marehood. Applejack’s eyes went wide. Don't slip, don't slip... The toy slid forward a pinch but stopped again a fraction of an inch away. Applejack let out a breath she hadn't known she’d been holding. Thank Celestia..

“Hey, watch that edge this time.”

“Hm?”

The box suddenly slammed hard into something metal and the vibrator flew forward. Instead of penetrating her however, the tip fell against Applejack's clit, pressing hard. Applejack drew in a sharp breath and her eyes flew open, pupil's shrinking to pinpricks. She arched her back as the toy’s vibrations drilled hard against her pleasure center. A bolt of pleasure overwhelmed her, pushing her even closer to climax. Ah! Oh Celestia, I'm gonna cum! I'm going to cum and they're all going to hear it. Oh please—please just put the box down. I can't stop it!

“I don't know if I actually have the room on this one,” the voice of Derpy said.

“Are you sure?”

“Hm...Yup, no space.”

Applejack’s entire mind blanked as she writhed in ecstasy. The feeling was climbing with every second. She clenched her eyes shut as she twisted around in the crate, straining against the restraints. A barely suppressed moan escaped her lips as she held onto her last fading shreds of endurance. Please, Derpy, hurry up and pick a spot. I don't care where, just do it quick. I'm gonna cum any second.

“Maybe we'll have to just leave this one for next time?”

“Wouldn't that mean it would be delayed for a whole day?”

Applejack bit down hard on the gag as the vibrator pushed onto her clit even harder and continued to buzz away. She tried as hard as she could to keep her voice down but there was no way she could stop this if she came, and Applejack could feel the holy grail of orgasms about to hit her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her limbs twitching uncontrollably as her body's final threads of endurance slowly wisped away. I don't even care anymore—I can't take this. I just want to cum and scream my lungs out and I don't care who knows! I can't even think straight anymore! Just let me cum, let me cum, let me cum, let me cum...

“Oh there we go. Just set it standing up over here.”

Applejack felt the box suddenly tilt, the movement throwing the vibrator off of her clit. The box then slammed down and threw Applejack with it, ramming her onto the vibrator just as the carriages back door closed. Applejack reeled her head back, eyes bulging as she felt the oversized device launch as far as it could go. She hadn’t even noticed that the ball bag had been disconnected and her tongue was laying limp out of her mouth. The last of her fortitude crumpled away like a paper boat in a hurricane.

Applejack yelled her lungs out, as a huge gush of her love juices sprayed all over her legs. She rocked her hips with each subsequent wave, her eyes nearly rolling into her head as her tongue lolled limply out of her mouth. Applejack kept cumming, over and over, spraying more of her hot liquid than she ever had in her lifetime. It was like her mind was on fire with pleasure. Every nerve in her body was electrified, crying out in complete incoherent ecstasy.

With a final gush, her squirting finished. The vibrator fell back to it’s normal position a few inches in with a wet schlup. A moist spot had formed on the floor and her shaking legs stood completely soaked, lines of sexual fluid still running down her inner thighs as she panted. If she hadn't been held standing she would have collapsed.

After a minute, Applejack came back to coherence, albeit feeling a bit lightheaded and severely flushed. Her hot breath reflected back off the wood crate and onto her already heated face as a goofy smile formed it’s way across her lips. “Ha...hoo nelly. That was insane,” she said in between deep breaths.

The shipping carriage lurched forward as the engine hummed to life, the floor at Applejack’s feet rumbling just like it had on her way to the sorting facility. Applejack tilted her head to the side, closed her eyes and let out a long yawn. Her ejaculation had taken a lot out of her and she was in the need for a good rest. She drifted to sleep as the vibrator buzzed away inside her.