Paranoia

I tried to bite through my ball gag. "Mmmph! Mmmm-hhmmhmm!" I couldn't move, my legs were jammed against my chest, my head tucked against my boobs. "Mmmermmher!" I wanted to scream, but despite everything I might have held against him, Clock was smart enough to gag me before shipping. "Mmm unnah fuuuh uur eeeeeaahr!"

The Naval officer who was moving me cleared his throat. The sound came through the holes drilled in my crate muffle and murky. "Metronome Andante?"

A super husky voice, much like Octavia's but with more depth, broke through. "Octavia...why is there a crate on your porch?"

My handler's voice shot back through. "Can you sign?"

Metronome cut back in. "Yes...yes, here, pen."

A loud clicking filled my ears. "Alright, enjoy."

Things went silent for a time. "Octavia...what is this? Why is my name on this?"

I held my breath.

"Why is-- oh! Oh no...please no."

"What is it?"

I heard a hoof press against the top of the box. "Maine...are you--"

"Mmmmhmmmhmm!" I screamed, kicking my legs and shaking the cushioned box.

"Oh dear Celestia.... I'm going to assume you didn't have any say, and I'm going to go find a pry bar."

"Octavia your box is whimpering! Why is this crate whimpering!?"

"Don't ask!"

I kicked my legs. The older voice picked up. "Um...hello?"

I snorted through my nose. "Hm...."

The voice grew clearer as one of my air holes grew shadowed. "Are you alright in here?"

"Mmm-mm."

"Can you last five minutes?"

I sighed deeply, letting myself lick the oddly smooth gag. "Mmm, mmhmmly."

"So...should I just kick this open?"

I jerked in place. "Mmm-m! Mmm-m!"

"I'll just wait then."

Things went silent again. My breathing was a bit heavy. "...Why exactly are you in a box?"

"Mm-m-mmph. Ghh cuult?"

"Hmm, interesting. Well, I think--"

"Found it!" Octavia's voice drew closer. "Here we go--"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm!" I shrieked, watching a steel shard slice straight into the crate. Light streamed in as it bent down and popped open the corner of the crate. I watched as the crate's lid was popped open. Little by little two grey ponies filled my view, Octavia in her raven black mane and a mare with the same coat but a striking white streak in her mane.

"Oh- wow...." The older mare peeked in. "Octavia, is this what you're into?"

Octavia's face went flat, her eyes forming something annoyed. "Maine...why?"

I looked down at my leather bound body, my breasts pulled tight into a leather corset. "Mm..." I lowered my head against the side of the crate. I felt something reach past and touch the back of my head. Moments later the gag loosened and left me with an aching jaw. "Thank you." I closed my eyes and laid back. "I don't know. Clock drugged me and shoved me in here. I opened my eyes and looked up at the pair of mares. "I've lost control of my life...help me."

The two looked at each other. The older mare flipped her mane out of her face. "Octavia, do you know this human?"

She sighed loudly. "Mother...this is...Maine. The girl I told you--"

The older mare held her mouth open. "So this is a sexual thing! I knew--"

"No!" I struggled in my box. "I didn't--"

Octavia reached down and covered my mouth. "I believe her friends played a prank on her."

The older mare cocked an eyebrow. "By shipping her to you in bondage wear!?"

Octavia sighed loudly and looked down at me. "She has some less than scrupulous friends." She shook her head. "Maine...meet my mother, Metronome."

I looked over to the white streaked mare. Octavia slowly pulled her hoof away. "Hello...."

Metronome sighed deeply. "Octavia...don't bring this to the children, alright? I'll start tea and we can talk about this, but I hope you don't plan to bring her over in that." She pulled away, leaving me alone in a box while Octavia watched.

Octavia took a deep breath. "The pony from--"

"Oh who else?" I struggled in my bindings. "Kinky bastard." He'd tied my hands together, then tied those binds around my ankles. "Octavia...help."

Octavia sighed, her ears dropping down against the back of her head. "I'm not sure I shouldn't just leave you here."

"Please no--"

Octavia shook her head. "I'll bring you clothes...it's about time you looked presentable anyways." Her tail dipped into the box. "Oh...and--" Octavia farted at me. She snickered softly and hurried off.

"Oh god damn it!" I swung myself left and right against the sides of the box. "Come on, do I deserve this?" I leaned against the side of the box. "Come on, this is cra--" I stopped dead as something strange peeked into the box. Three faces, two human, one pony. They all had dark black hair, all had bright lavender eyes. A boy, a girl, and a pony colt. They looked about one to two, the boy oldest, then the colt, then the girl bringing up the youngest trophy. "What--"

The pony colt leaned in. "Why're you in the box?"

I froze. "Oh...my god...no." I leaned my head against the side of the crate. "Why?"

A loud gasp cut the talking. "Children, Children no! Tempo, Adiago, Ave, no!" Metronome's voice slice in, followed by a pair of hooves pulling the children away. "Get away from there, that's not for you to see!"

I closed my eyes hard and tried to force my head to meld with the crate. "Noooo." I whimpered, trying not to freak out. I could hear far off yelling, slowly approaching me. Octavia's voice snuck back in. "Octavia...why?"

Octavia slammed up against the box with my clothes in her mouth. She dropped them quickly. "Maine, what just--"

"I don't know!" I held my hands up. "Untie me...please."

Octavia shook her head and reached in. "By the screaming I take you met them."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry."

Octavia reached in and nipped my bindings apart. "It's not your fault."

"I didn't know you had brothers--"

Octavia reached her head back. "Brothers? Oh-- Oh no, no no no!" Octavia shook her head hard. "Those aren't my brothers."

I bit my lip. "What?"

Octavia reached back down and tore my binding's away. "No, no, those are my kids."

I felt my skin grow cold. "... I ..."

Octavia looked down at me. "I was going to tell you...they're mine, flesh and blood, raised from sperm donors."

I stared up at the pale blue sky. "I'm so confused."

"You're confused?! You showed up in a box!" Octavia poked my stomach. "You're still in the box!"

"I sighed loudly. "Out of the box...out of the box....eugh." I covered my face. "I need a nap."

Octavia reached down and patted my head. "Should probably get out of the box first."

I turned to her with a deep frown. "Ya think?! No, ya know what I think I'll stay in here forever! Put the lid back on, close it up, ship me back--"

Octavia shrugged. "Well if you're going to be belligerent about it!" I watched in horror as she leaned back, the lid of the crate slowly sliding over my legs and towards my head.

"No wait!"

Octavia peaked back in. "Well?"

I sighed loudly and sat upright. "I'll get out of the box.... But you have to explain what the hell is going on!" I put my arms on either side of the box. "I don't-- Jesus!" I pulled my hands away, a deep sting sunk into my right bicep. A single dot of blood was forming up from my arm. I looked down at the box, a busted nail was jutting from the side where Octavia had pried it open. "Ow...." I rubbed my arm. "I got a fucking boo-boo...." My voice, even my swear were barely over a murmur. "Fucking...owwie...." I slowly slid back down into the box. "I think I'm just gonna stay in here now...." I clutched my arm. "Man down.... Call a medic! Doktor, hilfen! Hilfen Herr Doktor!"

Octavia leaned her head into the box. "Are you al--"

"Nein! Doktor! Hilfen! Ich kanst move-- Fuck, I don't remember the words...." I felt my eyes start to water. "Octavia...I need a band aid!"

"You're like my son! I swear." She pushed away, leaving me along in my box.

"Medic! Man down! Soldier down! ... Send help." I clutched my burning wound. "Help! ... Help! ... Octavia, help!"

"Like a baby, I swear!" Octavia popped back into view, "I complained less in labor!" She dropped a band aid down on me.

I grabbed it and slapped it to my skin. "Hey, alright--"

"You do realize you're sitting on my front porch, right?!" Octavia pointed a hoof to my right. "There's ponies watching."

I peeked up over the edge of the crate. My heart sped up as ponies, humans, and a donkey came into view. "Fuck... in... a butthole...." I slowly sank back down. "Why did you open me outside!?"

Octavia reared up and flailed her forelegs overhead. "Why'd you show up in a box!? Why'd you show up naked in a box!? Why do you do anything you do!?"

"I don't know! Poor impulse control and bad life choices probably!"

A human face leaned over into my box. "Uh...hi Octavia."

Octavia rested against my crate. "Hello Vincent...good morning."

The man scratched his beard. "Did you want help moving this or, should I just go?"

I bit my lip. "Octavia...a man in a suit is looking into my box...."

"Don't you dare say it!" Octavia thrust a hoof down towards me. "Not the time!"

The man laughed gently. "It's a vagina joke...funny."

I laughed weakly. "Yay...not a complete idiot." I shook my head hard. "I'll shut up now."

Octavia glared at me, tired in her slumped over posture. "Vincent, help me move into into the backyard please?"

I held on as the crate was lifted up, first on one end, then the other. "So, mail order bride?"

Octavia sighed loudly. "Something like that."