Filly-in-a-box!

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter Final

Chapter 1

During summer the sun goes through a mood swing where she doesn’t want to so see anybody nor to be seen, and yet the annoying mortals below carry on with their lives, ignoring her wishes. And so she punishes them by increasing the temperatures by an unbearable margin, more so at mornings when her ruthlessness doubles. Ponies that wander and toil at those hours are constantly reminded of that fact, and if given the chance some of them would give her a piece of their mind.

One of such ponies is Box Cutter, novice mail pony and self-acclaimed hunk , whose hooves dig into the dirt road of his quaint little town, pushing a wooden shipping crate bigger then his average frame while complaining and cussing that his package was too much for anypony working at this shift. Damp with sweat and with achy muscles, he curses at the sun for being too inconvenient for his work schedule and at his boss for giving him such a daunting task. Maybe he shouldn't have cat called his daughter. Maybe.

After checking the streets he realizes that the address he needs to deliver this blasted box to is just a couple feet away, so he majestically shoves the crate with his back, kicking dirt all around like a dog. Eventually he reaches the door, falling on the ground he gasps and wheezes like one would do after finishing a marathon.

Realizing that he is making a fool out of himself, he quickly gets up and checks around to see if anypony saw his pathetic display, which is followed by a sigh when he realizes that there's nary a soul in sight. He rings the bell of the house and waits. A minute or two goes by and he starts tapping his hoof on the ground anxiously, ten and fifteen later he includes the pony living in there on his curses.

After a long wait the door finally opens, the resident isn’t given neither a "hello" nor a "how are you?" before having a clipboard shoved on his face, in it a marked line asks for his signature. Barely awake, the pony writes in a jagged manner the name ‘Tardy Hand’. His work done, Box Cutter takes his leave while Tardy stands dumbfounded looking at his new package.

“This can’t be my sofa,” he says.

He inspects the box trying to find any notes stating what is in this strange packaging, but he only finds a bunch of travel stamps on the sides. Manehattan, Vanhoover, Fillydelphia and Las Pegasus to name a few, but no identification otherwise. He calls out for the mail pony that delivered it to him, but he is long gone by now.

Confused, he thinks that it may be a good idea to bring it inside for now and go to the post office later and ask if there was any kind of mix-up. He pushes it a bit and finds it to be heavier then what a sofa is supposed to be, which makes him certain that whatever is inside isn’t what he ordered.

After some difficulties making it through his front door, he leaves it in the middle of his living room for the time being. His sleep now disturbed, he figures he might as well do something he hasn’t done in ages – start the day early. The mere thought of this being a daily occurrence brings a shiver down his spine.

Some time later, Tardy is enjoying the warm water under his shower when he hears some loud racket. He is undisturbed by it however, since soon after moving here he came to find out that the neighbor’s kids are rascals that don’t care much for the peace of the neighborhood.

The beating continues while he takes care of his hygiene, and it is only after a while that he notices that the morning feels awfully hot that he realizes one thing: it’s summer break and that the little rebels are away on a trip.

He slowly pokes his head around the corner and listens intently to discern where the sounds may be originating from, and to his horror, they seem to be coming from his house, to be more specific, the place where that mysterious box is sitting at.

Carefully tip-toeing while brandishing a mighty plunger, he finds himself a few feet away from the crate, which is shaking frequently and making noises that sound like something is pounding on wood. Tardy wonders if there is some kind of animal or worse, a pony, inside that thing. The rocking startles him a few times as he approaches the object, and after reaching it he makes the universal gesture of “is somepony in there?” on its side.

thump thum-thum thump-thump

“…”

thump thump!

“Holy shit, there is somepony inside!”

Tardy scrambles around the room trying to find something that he could use to pry the box open, flipping through cupboards and shelves, throwing stuff all around the room until he finds a hammer. With shaky hooves he undoes the nails keeping the lid close one by one, and once the last one is gone the top part is flung on the side, revealing-

“Boop!”

In the blink of an eye, a small hoof pops out from inside the crate and softly touches him square in the nose, making him take a few steps back and blink rapidly, his eyes gaining and losing focus rapidly for a few seconds before he regains his composure.

“Hello mister!”

From inside the box pops out a filly, her dark tan colored fur is shaken, likely from all the movement that she experienced, but her feldspar mane is neatly combed to the sides. She presents herself with a smile on her face which lacks any kind of worry that one would normally have for being stuff and shoved everywhere inside an air-tight wooden box. The stallion stands in shock glancing at the filly, then moving his sights to the box, then to his hammer and then back again to the foal.

“You ok there mister? Did you bonk your head?” the puzzling little filly inquires, tilting her head to the side.

That sentence snaps him out of his trance but his befuddled expression remains. He tosses the tool onto the floor and reaches for the foal, inspecting her to see if she is hurt somewhere. Is her head ok? How could she breathe in there? Is this pony trafficking? What if she got a splinter?

With trembling hooves he checks her head, torso and legs for any sharp thin pieces of wood, making the little one giggle. There isn’t any kind of wound on her body, and the only thing out of place is a sturdy hemp rope tied in a neat bow on her midsection that goes back inside the wooden compartment. Lifting her up gently, Tardy puts her on the ground next to him.

“Who are you, little one? Where are your parents? Who are your parents? What were you doing inside that thing?” He demands of her.

“I’m Packing Peanuts! I live in that box! Also my parents are very far away.” The filly gives answers with a big smile.

“You live in there? In that thing?”

“Yep! You see mister, I’m a very special kind of filly! I was delivered to your house because for today, and today only,” she strange filly strikes up a pose mid-sentence “I am your companion filly-in-a-box!”

“… filly-in-a-box?”

“Yeppers! You contacted our services and asked me to help you out today! Here, see? See?”

For the second time today something is shoved up on Tardy’s face, this time being a contract from a company called “Filly Delivery!” with several dozen pages under it, every single one filled to the brim with tiny letters and more legal words then he has ever seen in his life.

“This here says that until midnight I’m supposed to help you out on anything you want! You even signed it!”

True to her word his signature is in there, the calligraphy matching his own word to word, wobbliness and all. He doesn’t remember ever signing anything in the last month, much less asking to have a filly sent to him, he was about to ask about what is going on before being interrupted:

“Oh, by the way mister, there are no refunds! And! And! If you refuse my help or try to send me back, or tell this to anypony, that’ll be a breach of contract and you’ll be fined a teeny-tiny fee for my travel expenses! Lookie! It’s in the fine print!”

The excitable filly grabs a magnifying glass and focuses in an inconspicuous paragraph. Skimming through the text, he finds the part where it says that he is bound by what Peanuts said, and the amount that he will be charged if he fails to meet the rules.

Tardy thought that the most scary experience he would ever have in his life would be of his father almost finding his poorly hidden playcolt under his bed, but the amount of zeros in there trumps that and then some.

“So mister, what are we gunna do today?” asks the filly, jumping in place.

Frightened by the fact that he might lose his income for the next few months if he doesn’t occupy the filly, he sweats profusely while the little girl gives him intense puppy eyes.

It’s close to midday and the heat is strong even inside the house, Tardy had decided it would be best for his lazy lifestyle to clean his house when the sun has had calmed down, but right now he had start working, and fast.

His voice cracks when he gives an order to his helper to gather the mess that he made in room earlier today while he goes to the kitchen to get them some cleaning supplies for a last minute cleanup. Leaving for the supply closet, he almost trips on his own hoofs, making the filly giggle with glee. It doesn’t say anywhere in the contract that she has to help out all day long, nor that she has to do anything meaningful, but this is funny so what the heck.

He is back after a short while, struggling to hold all the cleaning utensils that he brought back, he finds that the filly has neatly organized most of the stuff on the ground for him to put back in place. He is stunned by her level of competence for someone her age, he had always thought that most foals are too hyper and scatter brained to do the most simple of tasks.

Looking for her, he finds that she’s bent down trying to gather some bottles under a table with her rump high in the air, her tail lifted up revealing her privates for the world to see. Embarrassed, he tries to find something else to look before she catches him looking at her bits.

His eyes settle at the big open box, curious of its contents he peers inside. And what wouldn’t you know, it looks oddly cozy. The rope that is tied to the filly goes inside and under a thick red blanket on the bottom. The wooden walls are colored pink with crayon and in the corner there is a small collection of objects: a water bottle, an album, a Polaroid camera and an unsolved Rubik’s cube.

Still looking at it, he walks towards the pile of items and almost trips on the aforementioned rope. That catches her attention and she says to him to be more careful with where he’s walking.

“Can’t we just untie you? Having to carry this thing around sounds cumbersome.”

“No can do! This here is to make sure that I won’t lose sight of my home, and I’m not taking it off!” says the filly, holding part of the rope and throwing a raspberry his way.

Tardy rolls his eyes, no matter how well hard working she may be she’s still a foal. He starts picking up the items on the floor and putting them in their respective places while his helper gathers the rest that’s still scattered around the room.

Some of the things that she picked up are just trash that the stallion had forgotten to throw out, so he throws them in the trash. One of the bottles tips over and rolls over to the filly who’s halfway under his tv stand. He goes to pick it up and stops when he realizes that it rolled up right on back hooves and that her flower is still a full display.

“Uh, Peanut? Can you please get that bottle next to you?”

“Sorry, but I’m busy right now!” she responds, her voice muffled by the object above her.

Biting his lip, he tries to pick up the item but his hooves are too shaky to keep get a grip, so he very slowly leans down to take it with his mouth while repeating in his head to not look up. But once he bites onto the bottle, he does exactly that.

Her beautiful lips are wet from a liquid that Tardy tells himself must be sweat and her small butt hole looks inviting, as if it was asking somepony to poke at it. Aroused, the stallion desperately holds in his breath to not alert the filly of where exactly his face is pointing at right now.

Tossing the bottle away, he starts organizing the room with a stiff step on his walk, the filly laughing at his funny demeanor all the while. Once done with the room, he gives her a small duster and asks her to help him around the rest of the house. She follows him like an excitable puppy, pleased at doing any work she is given as they go from room to room.

The miserable day has passed by and the pair just finished the last remaining place. Both of them stand in the kitchen, dirty from the dust that had accumulated during Tardy’s negligence to take care of his house, and sweat from the overbearing sun.

He had caught her in more risque positions, and whenever he did, he had to cover his crotch so that she wouldn’t see the tip of his penis poking out. He didn’t dare correct her modesty in fear that she’d call call the ponice on him, or worse, force him to pay the fine to keep her mouth shut.

In those hours alone, he has seen more filly pussy that he would ever willingly admit to anypony else.

“What now mister? Are you tired? I can give you a massage if you want! I’m very good with those!” offers the filly bouncing up and down on a chair, while Tardy lays on the ground next to her, still lacking a sofa.

“No thanks, I’m good. We both reek, I think it might be a good idea to take a bath.” he says while looking up at the jumping filly, pinching his nose.

“Ooh a bath! I love baths! Come on, let’s go together!”

He was about to refuse her offer of co-ed shower when he looked upwards, noticing that at every jump he can clearly see her little crotch boobs.

“How about you go first while i get something to eat? I'm starving!” he sputters, trying to focus on her eyes and not her other parts.

“Hm, are you sure mister? You’ll stay dirty tho!” she asks while leaning down at him, their noses touching.

“Y-yes, I can take one myself once we’ve eaten. Please.”

She pouts at him, slowly climbs down from her seat and trots in the direction of the bathroom, dragging her rope along on the ground. With her gone from the room, Tardy can finally relax his knees from covering his mild chub that he had been stealthy hiding all this time.

Peeking around the corner to make sure she isn’t around, he tries to think of disturbing things to kill his boner, like grandmas, or sick animals, or the absurd fee that he’ll have to pay if things go south.

He sighs in relief once he hears water running, and chews on a snack he grabbed from the cupboard while waiting anxiously for the filly to be done. He has had enough of walking around while hiding an erection, he swore to himself that the incident in the high school communal showers would be the last.

Three packs of cookies later Peanut comes back to the kitchen, all cleaned up but still dripping wet, ruining the floor that they cleaned not long ago. She opens her mouth to speak but she can’t get a word in before Tardy runs straight to the bathroom.

Once inside, he locks the door and slumps down on the floor in relief. Away from his tormentor he can finally relax a little. He steps into the glass shower and doesn’t bother closing its door since the floor’s already completely wet from the last visitor. The shower head pours a cold stream of water that makes him shiver.

This is the perfect time to take care of his growing problem, maybe a good rub will tire his boner for the day. He traces his hoof down to his sheathe, rubbing his chub until it grows halfway out of him as a stream of water flows down around it.

He uses the memories of what he had seen today to stimulate his erection, which grows big enough that his entire stallionhood is displayed in front of him, his hoofs moving from the tip to the base to stimulate him perverted needs.

Too preoccupied with his masturbation, he fails to hear a soft click at his door, which is followed by a loud bang when it slams on the wall, making him fall on his back and scream loudly.

A half dried filly stands at the door, holding a brush on her mouth and her camera on her back. She tries to talk, but her voice is muffled by the object she’s holding.

“I said to brush my mane, ditsy! I had to go look for it myself!” she repeats herself after spitting the object on the floor.

Dazed but still aroused, Tardy lays on the ground in pain while the filly approaches him. A torrent of water is being sprayed on his belly, through it he can see the small filly right in front his erection, looking at it with a blank smile on her face.

Mortified, words sputter from his mouth before his brain can even process them. The screaming that he expected to hear never came, but instead a giggle graced his ears.

“You silly! If you wanted me to take care of your weenie you could have asked me to! I’m here to do anything you ask of me!”

To prove her statement, she gleefully trots to his fallen frame, boops her nose on his member, kisses and rubs her cheek on it, which under such happy treatment makes it very happy and turns fully erect. Grabbing the opportunity, she takes a photo of herself while holding the penis which is almost as big as her.

The picture pops out quickly, pleased with the result she gets out of the shower box to put the device somewhere safe while a shaky Tardy turns off the water, once again befuddled by the turn of events.

He sits down on the floor and takes deep breaths to calm down his poor heart. The filly waits by his side with a slight worry on her smile, she might have gone too far with her teasing this time.

“A-aren’t you going to tell on me? Are you ok with this?”

“Dummy! I told you I’ll do anything and everything you want! Now, do you want to stick your thingy inside of me or not?”

Tardy slowly nods at her, a weight is dropped atop of him when she straddles his penis, rubbing her crotch on it.

The filly moves slowly on him, scrubbing her diminutive crotch tits along its shaft, its perky nipples hard from the contact being dragged back and forth, giving him the tingles of which he never felt before. Her pussy glitters from moisture, her little clit pops in and out every so often from arousal.

Peanut isn’t silent while in motion, she breathes in and out loudly as she rides him, her moans are accentuated by the echo that the tight space they’re in. Her voice increases in pitch every time her tits go through the bump that is his medial ring, the harder and thicker part that really flicks her nipples, which by now are very hard and sensitive.

Her teats might be just small mounds but they’re very pleasurable to the touch, two soft little cushions massaging his cock with two little nubs dragging on him and behind them a little flower that lubricates him as it drags along. He soon joins her in the symphony of grunts of squeals while leaking pre-cum on his belly.

Gripping her hooves on his chest, the filly starts rubbing her tits on the upper part of his member near the tip, going for the spot right in between his mid section and bellow the head. It proves to be a sweet spot for Tardy as he holds back a gasp in pleasure. That’s the sign she takes to focus on that part, making smooth motions right there to tease him.

Peanut is enjoying using him, experimenting with his body as she pleases, closing her mouth as pleased humming escapes her throat while poking and prodding at his end with her buttons. She then gasps when a hoof gropes one of her butt cheeks, pulling and smacking it gently, her breathing goes in overdrive as she desperately rubs her nipples against him as her climax approaches.

She bites hard on her lip when it comes, holding back a scream, a stream gushes out from flower, spreading all over the bottom of the stallion, covering his balls, hips and back hooves with a sticky transparent and thick liquid that sticks to the fur and smells fiercely of sex.

Feeling light-headed, Peanut slowly slumps on the stallion, recovering from her violent orgasm while feeling the hot member under her throb in agony. Tardy has had enough of holding back, puts her on the ground and gets over her. His entire frame shadows hers, his head hung low and legs firmly planted on the ground he moves his hip forward, trying to connect his cock to the young snatch.

Despite being dizzy from the explosion she went through not long ago, the foal understands the motion and closes the gap between them with her pelvis, mumbling a quiet “Yes… go…” when grinding their ends. She’s still very slippery from her fluids and his member misses the mark two times, once prodding at her clenching butt hole and the other on her teats, making her squeal, before they get a good fit where his tip is inside her.

She is small, but her passage is lubricated enough that after enough pushing he manages to enter her even more, her tight folds hugging him for dear life as more and more of his hot erection penetrates her. There is a limit, however, as he can only go halfway through her without splitting her apart.

Her eyes have completely lost focus, tiny screams escapes her throat when he pushes against her body, the thick skin of his cock rubbing against her insides making her cum periodically, as she’s stretched to her limit when her partner feels needy and try to push in more then what she can handle.

After a few soft humps he loses his sanity and starts going for faster thrusts on Peanut, wanting to envelop his entire cock deep inside this filly’s bosom and sow his seed in her. He tries to penetrate even deeper, and while the motion is futile it doesn’t stop him from trying. At every pump she slides forward a bit on the wet floor, pushed by his too big of a dick, she uses her front hooves push herself back onto him.

The deranged stallion presses his upper body down on his fuck toy to prevent her from escaping his grip, snorting loudly and plowing her pussy as fast as his hips can move, the squelching sounds coming from her hole becoming as loud as the ones coming from her mouth.

With a loud and primal grunt, one final push is sent forward, his flare exploding in the insides of the filly. Cum escapes from her hole as there's no space left for it to stand in her, making a squashing sound as it does.

Their minds blank and hearts thumping, both ponies sit in a puddle of love fluids, not caring about the mess or that they dirtied themselves again. It was a very intense session for them and they need some time to rest. The leaking girl scoots closer and snuggles against her lover, giving a peck on his lips.

The ponies are content with the bonding and decide to keep feeling each other in the afterglow. Tardy is enjoying petting his little friend in the back and in her rump, when her hoof grabs his and guides it to her stretched lips and circles on it, smearing their limbs in more of their juices.

“The day’s not over yet. Why don’t you ask me to help you out some more?”

His boner has been resurrected.

When he woke up in the morning, Tardy Hand found himself short of one very lewd and helpful filly. He looked at every corner of the house, and found nothing but the stains that proved that she had been there the previous day.

“She really meant it when she said she’ll be mine only for the day huh…”

He sat down on the floor where her box used to be, and did nothing but think of the little girl she met and loved. His encounter with her might have been short, but it was intense and memorable. For a long while he would miss her gleeful attitude and adorable laugh.

He masturbated the entire rest of the day, and missed the delivery pony who had his sofa with him.

Author's Note

Criticism's welcome, comments are appreciated.

Chapter 2

Packing Peanuts was intently reading a book in her little box, softly rocking left and right as the delivery pony that picked her up was on track to bring her to a new client. The light that seeps in from the lid is scarce, making it difficult to see and rolling around from side to side would be enough to make a pony sick and claustrophobic. But being used to it as she is, this feels as home as it can get.

She doesn’t have many possessions, she is a very unearthly filly after all. She has this book that she picked up on her last visit - she’s sure he won’t miss it much - she has her little album of memories, her camera and a Rubik’s cube to keep her mind off of things. The bottom of her home had a soft royal red bedding on it and the walls were colored pink with crayons.

Oh, and she shouldn’t forget her hemp rope, tied in her midsection with a pretty butterfly knot that she herself did. It is her life line, connecting her to her box, making sure she won’t ever part with it. Some stallions find it cumbersome, but she says poop to them, she isn’t getting rid of it.

With a displeased look on her face, the filly closes the book and shoves in the corner of her wooden box. She had picked up a story about sea travel because she thought she would find ponies in it that she could relate to, since she thinks that her home is a bit like a ship, a rocky vessel you’re stuck in for days on end. She rolls her eyes at the notion of somepony being sick of constant movement, she has never spent an entire moment in her life without it and anypony who can’t handle a few shakes simply needs to drink some concrete and harden up.

She’s been waiting a long while for her next customer. It hasn’t taken this long to get anywhere before, it usually only takes one day to arrive at her next stallion after a very brief rest from the last one. Peanuts tries to occupy herself with whatever she can grab while rolling from one side of her crate to the other. Sometimes she wishes that the delivery ponies be more careful with her, but she dashes the idea out of her mind. Peanuts is a big filly that can handle herself on her own.

Bored out of her skull, she thinks of what to do in the meantime. She isn’t in the mood for the Rubik’s cube, while she enjoys trying to figure out its secret combination she’s been absolutely stumped in trying to complete the 5th side, and she’s already done with the book she “borrowed”. There isn’t anything else in there besides her camera, so she starts to flip absentmindedly the pages of her personal album, reminiscing past experiences.

Each and every single photo displays the filly alongside stallions of all types, short, tall, strong and chubby, all of them with their erection on focus with the perverse filly hugging them. She had few preferences when it came to males, since she tried to love them all equally. Even so, sometimes she would land in the house of somepony she enjoyed hanging out with or making love with.

But alas, her crushes are not meant to be, as her services send her to places unknown, so she has to make do with whomever is presented to her. She shouldn’t look a gift horse in the sheath.

The pictures alongside the mind numbing lack of things to do have left her feeling like doing a quickie. Usually she would reserve her energies for when her box be opened, which then she would spend the majority of the day taking dick, but the mail ponies are taking forever this time. That and she lacks patience when she gets bored.

Her hoof touches her lower lips while her eyes scan her album attentively. She wonders how the stallion she’ll meet soon will be like. Hopefully he’ll be braver than the last one, as much as she enjoyed watching his goofiness and timidness when he looked at her flank, she was getting frustrated how he wouldn’t take a hint even when she was so obviously wet and asking for it.

She slowly exhales a moan, her fetlock spreading her wetness around her teats as she cycles between playing with her bits and rubbing her nipples. Sometimes she wishes she had something to stick into her whenever she wanted, but she knows that tying herself down won’t do her any good, she just has to be patient.

In this photo she’s kissing a sturdy pecker, like any filly her age would be doing on their crush’s cheek. He took a while to catch on, but when he did he made sure that she would ruin his bed sheets forever. In this other she’s smiling broadly, her snout pressed against an erection that wasn’t very big, but was one of the widest she ever took.

She parts her labia, reaching for her little entrance and prodding at it, but only a tiny bit of her toe is able to scrape her inner wall. As much as she likes having her buttons pushed, what she really craves is the sensation of being spread from the inside.

Peanut bites on her hoof while the other gyrates her other lips, her tail whipping up on the lid of the crate as her rear end jolts in glee. This other one had balls so big that she just had to take a picture with them covering her eyes. And they smelled so manly too! She really enjoyed licking them up all night long.

Her little clitoris gets redder from arousal, she rubs at it as fast as she can, saliva and lewd juices are trailing down on her regal red bedding, but she doesn’t mind, right now she just wants her fix. That one really liked her teats, he sucked them like he was a newborn and came on them multiple times, and then the next one-

She came when she remembered how they wrecked his house.

Although her orgasm wasn’t strong, it had been enough to satisfy her for now, and to stain the pink colored walls of her house. She closes her album and continues rubbing herself in the afterglow, bringing her wet appendage closer to lick her fluids. Call it narcissism, but she loves the way she tastes.

This quickie might have been what she needed to help pass the time. The downside is that she’s all sticky and smelly, but she figures she still has enough time left to clean herself until she reaches her client. She has to uphold her image of an innocent, good helpful filly after all!

Which is why she gives a yelp in surprise when she feels somepony unlatching her box.

She wasn’t paying attention and completely missed out on the ponies outside talking about the delivery! She panics, looking for her contract to present to the next sucke– client! And combs her mane so that she may look at least halfway professional.

More latch undone. Peanuts lightly slaps her cheeks, she has to regain her posture! Never mind that she was flicking the bean a few moments ago, she has to look good and greet the stallion with confidence! First impressions are everything, and she wants to make this day as memorable as possible to whomever is going to receive her.

The predator filly crouches down in preparation to leap at the unaware stallion. Then, the lid is lifted and light fills her small space, she pounces on the opportunity, literally, to boop the heck outta him, as per her customary greeting.

“Boooo..ooo...oop..”

Her aim has always been accurate and deadly, no snout has ever gone unbooped on her watch. Problem is, while she hit her target, she was way off track, because what she touched wasn’t a nose, but a chest. A big one, with a massive shadow that towers over her. The small filly realizes her mistake and cranks her head upwards to meet this mountain face to face.

A mountain would be the best description for the stallion she’s looking at. Gigantic, gruff and stoic. She may have swoon just a teensy itty bitty. The hunk simply stares down at her small body, without saying a thing nor moving the frown plastered on his square face. It takes a while for Peanut to realize that she’s been looking at him with a dreamy smile, without saying anything no less, and circling her hoof on his chest. She takes it back and giggles nervously, covers her mouth to cough politely and straightens up.

“Hello mister! I’m Packing Peanuts! I’m so happy to have finally met you!” says the filly with a genuine expression of glee. Her cheerful attitude falters a bit however, when she notices that her customer didn’t react in any way; he didn’t move, he didn’t respond, he didn’t even blink.

“Why am I so glad you ask? Well, it’s because for today, and today only! I’m! Your companion filly-in-a-box!” she continues, not letting the silence hang on for long.

She strikes a pose, but all she gets from it is a raised eyebrow. She thinks to herself that he must be some kind of tough guy. That’s ok, once she presents her contract to him, he’ll fold. If there’s one thing Peanuts has learned was that ponies didn’t like to lose money. So she maybe, might have had made sure that the number in the file was big enough so that her clients had no leeway to decline her offer. Then she would snag ‘em.

“Thank you so much for ordering me via the Filly Delivery services, mister! Until the end of the day, I'll be your little-”

“I didn’t order anything.”

That’s the reaction she was expecting. Kinda. Most of them cry denial, but only a few are as assertive as he is. Also what a deep voice... is it hot in here or is it just her?

She shows him her neat little stack of papers with his signature at the bottom, and proceeds without a doubt in her speech.

“Well mister, as you can see here, you signed this paper! This means that-”

“I didn’t sign anything.”

“Well, actually sir, if you look right here-” she stutters.

“I didn’t. Sign. Anything.”

Ok, this is getting out of hoof. Most of the time they panic when they see their signature in it and go along with what she says. Actually, there were those two times where they refuted her and accused her of forgery. One of them was easily seduced by her charms, that dirty old foal fiddler, and the other relented when she offered him a special discount.

Not giving up on this sale, she dons her best innocent needy filly face she can muster and… fails miserably at keeping it when she looks at his picturesque face. He’s too dreamy! You can’t expect her to keep a charade when gazing upon his solid form!

“Heh, uh, you see mister, ah, I..”

“I didn’t sign nor order anything. Not from you, not from whatever sham company you’re from.” he says while leaning down to get to her eye level, their snouts almost touching, her knees wobbling at his gaze.

“Yeh.”

Screams reverb in her mind. She’s so ashamed that she could cry, she wants to hide in her box and not get out for an entire week. Work is work however, so she has an obligation to follow before she can sulk in her own spaghetti. She trots out of her crate and slowly sits beside him, leaning on his figure.

“Haha, ha… So like, there must’ve been some kind of mistake here, those don’t happen often mind you, but since your name’s written here, and your package has already been delivered, I think it’s safe to say that we can, oh you know, maybe give you a free sample this one time? We won’t charge you, honest.”

The forced smile plastered on her face is all that’s keeping her from breaking down under his harsh glare, but eventually he stops looking at her. She sighs externally and starts taking deep breaths while her customer wanders around the room.

It seems like she was brought directly into his bedroom, if his bed is anything to go by. There isn’t much to the place that she could call lively, everything in there is made of bare wood or is in a state of disrepair. There’s a wardrobe in the corner with a broken hinge, a very sturdy looking bedding, the only thing of note being a shelf full of old, dusty trophies, a few of them knocked over. The name “Long Trot” repeats across them. No photos on the walls, no mirrors, it feels too empty to her.

Sunlight dims in the room, Trot has closed the blinds on his window and locked the door. Peanuts is still sitting on her bum, squirming slightly. She doubts that he’s going to harm a defenseless little filly, right? There’s no way a hunk like him would be into that. And even if he was, she was sure she could handle him.

He circles around her, trying to get a feel for this filly that was sent his way while she sweats profusely. She never had to deal with this kind of situation so she has zero ideas as to what to do, he refused her blackmailing and she’s too chicken to woo him. What she doesn’t realize is that her reaction makes the facade of her being innocent all too real for Trot.

“This has to be a Celestia damned joke. I go out in this forsaken heat to pick up my check, some bird brains decide it would be funny to throw a bucket of fish heads on my back, a dog bites my money and almost gets away with it, my landlord gets on my ass asking for payment in advance. And now you.” His voice is filled with tired irritability.

“Y-yeah, lil ol’ me.”

“I get this stallion at my door, bringing me a package I never ordered, too big to be something I could afford. And I know nopony would ever send me anything either. So, I open it, and what do I get? A dirty, lying little filly… that reeks of heat.”

Her embarrassment couldn’t be any higher, if it were possible there would be a torrent of sweat dripping down her face. Fuck me, do I stink that much? She screams in her head.

“And so, here we are. Me, and you, alone in this room. You might be the last ounce of bad luck I’ll ever need, but I’ve lost the capacity to care anymore.” The stallion picks her up like she weighs nothing and carries her to his bed, where he lets go of her, her body impacting on the hard mattress with an oomph. “I don’t care who sent you or why. Be it the ponice, somepony trying to ruin what’s left of my life or some kind of sick twisted pony. Today I will take out my frustrations on you.”

Who would’ve thought, her wish actually came true. She was about to get up but her movement was restricted, Trot had grabbed a hold of her flank with his strong hoofs and kept her in place. His grip is tight, not enough to hurt her, but strong enough to make sure that no naughty filly could escape his grasp. Her heart swoons once more and her privates get wetter.

The smell of arousal doesn’t escape Trot, while it had been faint earlier, it increased at every second that the filly kept her eyes on him. She was perverted, he knew that much. Having a horny preteen dropped at his house, who not only seemed like she came intentionally but also wanted someone his size? He’ll make sure that she won’t forget what a real stallion can do.

He unflinchingly nears his face to her bosom and inspects it for a short while, taking in the aroma that she gives off. Her lips are soft and pink with a trail of viscous liquid coating it, she likely had leaked it all while sitting at his floor, he’ll have to clean that up later. And her ass crack is something he adored, the color of her fur giving away to a nice tint of red, clenched tight. For now.

Peanut starts to wonder what he is doing back there until she feels the very distinct sensation of a tongue up on her snatch. The stallion went face first up on her and started licking her up like a Tootsie Pop. It’s not often that she receives this kind of treatment, normally she’d prefer to be the one giving but she’ll let him do what he enjoys best.

She tastes well, he thinks, not too sweet and not too sour, just the right amount. He licks the juices that were sticking on her outsides, sinking in between her labia and feeling her holes. With every lap that he gives a squeak echoes from her throat, his tongue is rough, just the way she likes it. This in turn makes her leak even more precious liquid for him to drink.

Trot adjusts his hold on the little girl’s ass and spreads her further, so that he may fit his entire muzzle in between her cheeks. His lips are sucking on hers and his nose is enjoying the aroma from her nethers. Her short squeaks turn into long moans when his tongue finds her little clitoris, she was still a bit sensitive from earlier and this is hitting her hard.

The hard little button is receiving a fast treatment from the stallion, it gets brushed up and down repeatedly at no sign of ever stopping, he wants it to glow bright red and to smush it in his mouth. The fluids that come out from inside of her are all flowing down on his upper lip, safely landing on his tongue, which goes back on her flower and underside, mixing with his saliva and oozing down onto the bed sheets.

Peanut grabs onto the bed sheets, her client boxing at her sensitive spot is making her body convulse, while her front hooves are trying to help her keep steady while her rear end is held tight by him. She has no choice on the matter, he will make her cum on his face.

The stallion takes deep breaths while his mouth services her, taking in more of her arousing musky scent, his erection is completely out and ready for action. Soon, but not now. He’ll have to make her ready for him until then.

His lips tighten on her, sucking her while bullying her clit incessantly. Peanut’s breathing gets shallower and faster, she can feel it coming deep inside her and he isn’t going any slower. The mass builds up more and more while she tries to hold it in her. Try as she might she isn’t able to, her inner walls tighten up and her bottom goes completely rigid.

“I’m gonna-” she says right before a splash flushes out from her pussy, most of it going inside Trot’s mouth, the rest scattering over his chin and around his nose. The wave doesn’t stop him from licking her pussy, his mouth gets filled with more of her cum, he gulps down every single little drop of sweet nectar that comes from her, audibly gulping it down.

Peanuts is twitching erratically from the jolts of pleasure circling her. It was the second time she came today and she’s yet to pleasure her partner. She started to wonder how big he was down there and if he could even manage to fit inside her, she might be a pro when it comes to loving but she still has her physical limitations. Not that she has ever refused anypony that was too big for her, but this burly stallion might come close to rip her in half. That’d be hot, she thinks.

Done with his first goal, Trot removes his now very sticky muzzle from her backside, its entire surface coated with delicious filly cum. He clears a bit from his nose and licks the rest that his tongue can reach. Now that the filly has been pleased, it is time to tender her body for his meat. He flips her tail’s mane onto her back and keeps a hold of her dock, so that he won’t get interfered midway during the process. Bringing his mouth close to her tush again, he gives a warning lick or her clenching crack before pushing his tongue inside her ass.

She gives out a gasp when she feels the walls of her colon being assaulted, a concoction of his saliva and her gushes lubricating her insides as he digs into her other hole. She’s used to vaginal sex, but anal is one thing she’s ashamed of being timid of, she can’t really describe how she feels. A cock shoved up her vagina gives a pleasing sensation as it rubs against her folds, but on her ass? She feels all strange and aroused, not really understanding how to react to it fully.

Trot penetrates her as far as he can reach, his tongue circling in her canal and loosens her entrance gently as it tries to close back. He’d instruct her to relax a bit, but that would require him to remove himself from her. The filly is reflexively tense with a confused frown etched on her face, having such a big stallion eating her out is giving a stimulus that her body has yet to learn.

There is no better way to spend an afternoon for Trot than to devour her ass like a mango, her musk and taste had left him painfully hard and itching to bury himself in her. He doesn’t want to bring her to another climax just yet, this is just to loosen her for his cock. His mouth parts from her rear, a thick string of liquids still connects her stretched hole and his tongue. The stallion grabs a small bottle that he likes to use when he’s alone from under the bed, opens the cap and squeezes its contents on her.

The filly yelps, his mouth wasn’t that cold, so Peanut is confused as to what he dripped on her ass… And when she realizes what it is she mouths an eep.

“I suggest that you bite down on something. I’m not holding back.”

For a split second Peanut feels something big and very hot prod at her anus before it slides down in her, something that is definitely a few sizes bigger than her, something very rough and that is splitting her apart.

“Fuck! My asshole!”

She clenches her teeth trying to contain the scream that’s at the top of her throat. Her hoof flails wildly trying to reach for the pillow she landed next to, grabs it and covers her mouth to vent her expletives at. He really meant it when he said that he wasn’t going to go easy on her, he went all out on her, inserting his rod in deep without giving her a room to breathe or adapt to his size, he only stops when his tip pushes against a wall that can’t be breached.

The stallion grunts loudly, the lube may have helped him go in, but it didn’t change the fact of how tight she is, even when she’s this slippery he feels that he’s being strangled. He has to press a hoof on her back to keep her in place as he pulls out because he feels that otherwise she’d stay stuck to him. Once everything but his head is out he pushes it back all the way in without any sort of hesitation, or care for the filly. This stallion really did mean what he said, which usually but just fine with Peanuts, but this is too much.

Tiny tears form in Peanut’s eyes, she feels too full, the heat and thickness of his member is stretching her to the max, she can practically feel his veins pulsating against her walls and the head pressing every conceivable bunch of nerves. Her sphincter is oh so desperately trying to close down but all it manages to do is clench at her assailant, not once able to remove the obstruction.

Once he has learned the bounds of his little toy, his pace quickens. Shoving it from her end to his tip, her voice muffled by the pillow increases in volume every time he reaches the end. Her lips below become redder and puffy, the arousal is making her parts practically drool, dripping on her hind hooves as its lubrication goes unused.

His shaft is abusing the entrance of her hole, being stretched out by a large margin and being rubbed at the same time. His medial ring kisses it but never really goes beyond that, try as he might. The lube mixed in with her juices makes his erection gleam in the light, smearing her flank and her dock at every push and pulls, so tight of a space that the liquids squirt out of her whenever possible.

Peanut’s ass is ravaged more and more, she eventually stopped using the pillow to cover her words and moans as the wetness was starting to suffocate her, quick and shallow gasps are the only sounds she makes, exhaling loudly at every breath. Her rear end feels like it’s about to be broken, the pain mixed in with the pleasure is making her senses go overboard.

Without any sign a splash comes from her cunt, followed by other smaller ones shortly after. She brings her hoof to her tummy where he touches her insides, she can actually feel the bulge forming on her stomach every time he pumps her. There, his head pushes at her belly button, her hoof can slightly grasp it. Another series of erratic gushes sprays at the bed below.

Loud snorts echoes in the room, Trot firmly plants his free hoof on the mattress while his hind legs keep him steady. Every time she cums her walls get tighter, he has been trying to last a little bit longer but he’s at his limit. Peanut can feel it too, his head is slightly growing inside, scraping a wider area and stretching her width to its extremes.

A cry of pleasure escapes his throat, his flare gives out and a formidable amount of his load is pumped into her depths. She feels it all, more and more of the red hot liquid fills her underbelly, so much so that she can see it slightly inflate. Slowly backing out of her hole, his cock is removed with a very loud popping sound, the head still shooting a few spurts that paints her back white, a thick string of semen oozing out of her gaping wrecked hole.

Peanut shudders, the first session of the day has left her completely spent and filled, she needs her cuddles for emotional support. She moans out his name to join her in bed, the stallion drops down fast on the bed, almost making her hop in the air. She tightly grasps his fetlock, she might need to cry for a little bit.

A few sniffs later, she looks at him, more specifically at his member. She almost can’t believe that this monster was inside of her, it shines like a golden idol from their love juices, still dripping a bit of cum from its hole. She asks him to roll over to face her, when he does she kisses the softening mast, licking the salty liquid from the source.

Usually her services would end at the end of the day, after long passionate sessions of love. However he has shown her that she still has some learning to do with how to handle her tushie, so she might go over the rules this one time and stay for a little while longer to train.

If she manages to survive the night, that is.

Chapter Final

Shimmering red hues replace the blue colors in the sky as the sun quietly sets over the horizon right above the dwindling crowds of the marketplace of Little Hoof Print, a small town with very few things that makes it stand out from various other identical cities scattered around a vast rural area south of Equestria. Ponies are done with hawking their wares, and one by one they close their stalls and stash away whatever was left unsold for the next day, leaving most of the streets sparse of activity compared to early hours where one couldn’t walk a whole inch without bumping into somepony else.

That is why Package Deal prefers these hours, the lack of traffic makes it easier for him to trek across the city on time for his deliveries. The bulky steallion struts at a moderate pace, giving “Hi’s” and “Doing fine’s” to familiar faces as he crosses the market place. Strapped on his back he carries a big wooden crate that weighs a lot more than what he’s used to. Usually these bigger packages are sent via a pegasi delivery truck, but this one was specified on the papers that it had to be delivered today and some of the flying staff were taking their days off.

Speaking of which, this box was the cause of a bit of confusion this morning at the station; when everypony clocked in for their shift they found it sitting next to the rest of the packages, but nopony saw it being dropped off the day before. They couldn’t tell if someone put it there by mistake but it had been tallied in the paperwork, it belongs to some nondescript company service that sells… something. He wasn’t exactly sure what, he had never heard of it before in all his years working as a courier, and neither did anypony else in there either. It’s like the box and all of the written notes just poofed midway through the night. Still, if this had been processed by the mailing center then it shouldn’t have any dangerous stuff inside, and nopony was going to lose his job due their curiosity. Job’s a job, and Deal, being the strongest pony around means that he got assigned to deliver, in Carrot Street, Buttercup Avenue, to the house that belongs to… him.

Quick Bit. In the past Deal never had any problems with the shady named pony, but he tried to keep his distance just in case. Keyword being tried, because ever since earlier this year he’s been acting shifty, he would occasionally come to the courier station to ask questions about some delivery he had that disappeared from his house. Maybe he had been robbed, maybe he lost his package, he didn’t know, and frankly Deal couldn’t care either way. Some of the town's ponies searched around his neighborhood for it, himself unfortunately included, but there was nothing to be found.

The delivery pony slows down from his jog having arrived at the address. From what he had seen, Bit looked like a clean freak, his fur was always spotless and his mane combed in the most perfect manner even for the shortest of outings, but it seems like things changed. The house looks far worse than last time he came here, the grass was unkempt, his flowers wilted and some of the wall paint started chipping off. The house reflected on the sorry state of its owner, Bit wouldn’t rest until he found what he had lost, his visits to Deal’s workplace became more hectic, he would demand to see their delivery papers, asking to see their records to locate from where his item had been sent from. Of course they refused him, as that was illegal, but he annoyingly persisted, so much so that they had to ban him from entering there for a month or so.

Hoping to get this over with, the burly stallion kocks loudly on his door. He didn’t want to be held up by some nut job right at the end of his shift, his marefriend had promised him pie if he got there early so that she could force him to watch some mindless soap opera. Several noises of clicking and sliding mechanisms can be heard at the door before it opens, revealing a stallion with a lanky frame and a messy mane. At least he started taking care of his coat, not a month ago he had seen him meandering around town with his coat all covered in what he assumed to be dirt.

Deal unlatches the massive weight from his back and delicately puts it on the floor in between both of them. The delivery pony was about to give his clipboard to Bit so that he can sign off his delivery, but he was taken aback by the look of shock on the stallion’s face. The delivery pony gazes around but he doesn't find anything that could have spooked him so much, and it is only when he faces back to him that he realizes that the shady stallion is staring intently at the box he had just put down.

“Tha-tha-that thing.. Is it for me?” the thin stallion stutters, leaning onto the box and delicately hugging it with both hoofs.

“Uhh… yeah. Didn’t you order it? Look, I have places to be so sign this up please,” he says, offering the piece of paper to Bit.

“Who sent it? I demand to know where it came from! I spent so much time-” the lean stallion yells, narrowing his eyes and jabbing a hoof at the mail pony before being cut off by him.

“Sir, if you want to know more about your package, either see if you can find any receipts inside or come to the station tomorrow. My shift’s about over, and I’m not going to waste time answering all of your paranoid questions again. Here, sign it.”

Already done with him, the mail pony shoves his clipboard onto Bit’s hoofs. Angered, Bit hastily writes a name down and throws it back while glaring at him. Deal juddles the paper mid air before getting a steady grip on it and stares angrily back at him, his patience with him has been drained dry, bemused by a full grown stallion acting like a child. The bigger pony snorts, shoving his clipboard into his saddlebags and trots away, not bothering to offer to help put the box inside nor checking what he had written down.

Bit, ever the shifty pony, repeatedly looks around suspiciously to check if any suspicious ponies are spying on him. After the third scan he decides that the coast is clear enough and pushes the box in, not being able to lift it like the mail pony that was at his door, terrible screeching noises echo as the wood from the package scrapes on his poor floor tiles, leaving them marred, as if a zombie was trying to claw its way inside. Not that it matters much to him, his house has been a total mess ever since he had lost his precious little partner, his anxiety has consumed his mind and he couldn’t bring himself to meticulously clean everything like he used to. Thankfully, he kept his room in pristine condition for if, no, when he found her again.

He opens the polished door to his room and carefully puts some towels under his package so it won’t ruin the last polished room in the house, and drags it in, settling it in the center of the place, next to his pristine crystal wardrobe. The walls and floor are immaculately white, not a single spec of dirt or dust can be found anywhere, there are no wrinkles on his bed sheets, his furniture is organized in order of height, his aroma candles give a pleasant smell to the place and no less than three clocks ticking in unison.

The moment he awaited for so long is upon him and he couldn’t be any less excited. Bit grabs a crowbar he reserved for this very occasion under his bed and shoves its tail under the box’s lid. The wood creaks in agony as the stallion puts more force on the object, desperately holding onto the tool and leaning onto his bed frame to help him sustain his balance. With one final crack the lid flips open, the momentum making him fall onto the floor, his head hitting the frame of his bed and the crowbar falls on him after it flew upwards as it lacked anything to hold onto.

The stallion is dazed for a few moments, his forehead slightly bleeding from the wound, slightly dirtying his pristine room, but when he regains his senses he ignores the awful marks and instead gets onto his hoofs and checks inside the box, where his prized treasure laid in: a little filly with a grumpy pout on her face, pressing an ice pack on her butt.

“That hurt, mister. You should’ve been more careful when handling me.”

“P-P-P-Peanut! It really is you!” the stallion shook with glee, his hoofs hung in the air, daring not to approach the filly in fear that this might be an illusion of his.

The filly blinks, he knows her name. Maybe this is a repeat customer, she wouldn’t know. She has visited so many stallions of so many varying shades of color and sizes that all of them start to blend in together in her head. It isn’t common for her to come to a house she already visited before, in fact it almost never happens. She doesn’t have a solid opinion on whether she likes when it happens, in one hoof she doesn’t need to introduce herself and blackmail them, so she can go straight to the important part – the sweet sweet sex. But on the other hoof, they tend to be a bit clingy. Packing Peanuts is not a filly to be tied down, no sirree!

“Oh, hello there mister! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Thank you for ordering our services once again! I’ll be more than happy to be your little filly friend for another day!”

Of course, he didn’t order her, they never do. But they usually get so horny when they see that it’s her again that they let the lie slip by. By the end of the day they’ve fucked their brains out, so they forget to ask her about it, or she pretends to be asleep so that they can shut the fuck up and let her rest. An entire day of nonstop loving leaves the filly very tired! That, and when they fall asleep she can raid their fridge. What? Nothing in life is free!

Still speechless, the stallion buries his muzzle onto the filly’s frame and nuzzles her. Taken by surprise, Peanut giggles at his affection. He must have missed her a little tad. While he is busy, the lewd filly takes on her surroundings, and surprisingly she remembers this place. It always unnerved her how eerie how this place looked. Oh well, she isn’t here to judge stallions bedrooms, just to fuck them silly. In the vast sea of whiteness, a color stands out to the filly: a tinge of red seeping on the stallion’s forehead.

“Oh my gosh mister! You’re bleeding!”

Bit stops rubbing his face on the foal’s belly to take a look at the damage, he swipes his fetlock on his head to feel the wound, but it’s nothing but a flesh wound. The crowbar must have scraped him when it fell down and left him with a scratch. It’ll dry up soon, no need to worry about this, he thinks. He was about to pick up a tissue to wipe his hoof with, but the filly beats him to the punch and cleans it for him, with her tongue. Her tongue scoops up the little stain of blood that smeared his white coat, giving exaggerated licks on his foreleg, grooming him clean.

Seeing as there’s still some blood left on his forehead, the filly holds on his neck so that she may reach up there. She kisses the booboo so that the pain may go away, her lips locking in place and her tongue licking it shut. And she’s not the only one doing that, Bit is enjoying himself in the presence of his little lover, kissing her neck and smelling her pleasurable filly smell that’s mixed in with a little tinge of sweat. Both continue in this song and dance, the stallion’s hoof playing her with buttocks, leaving her aroused, while he was ever since she started to tease him.

The stallion’s erection had grown to its full size not long after. He had missed her touch, her smell, and he wanted to be in her, to relieve himself on her. He grabs her small frame and gently places her face up on his pristine white bed, tucking in her head on the pillow. On Peanut’s vision lies the body of the stallion above her, the front of his body holds on to the front of the bed frame and his hip is lowered next to her face, his hefty dark gray balls full of cum to give and his veiny pink horsecock booping her on the nose. He may be a bit of a weirdo, but she absolutely fell in love with how his cock contrasts his coat color so much, it makes her hungry.

“Suck.”

The filly gladly complies to his orders, pecking the throbbing tip a few times as a “nice to meet you again” gesture and then sticking the small bulge above the flare onto her mouth, where she licks it tenderly, experimenting with his savory appetizer thoroughly. He slowly pushes the rest of the head into her maw, her jaw welcomes the rest within by circling her tongue over it, from top to bottom, left to right making him spill delicious pre-cum at the back of her mouth, too much for a stallion that isn’t pent up, so she starts doing her specialty on him. Peanut loves to use this trick on stallions, they absolutely love this spot, so all she has to do to make them squirm is to gently place her tongue in the often forgotten area right below the flare, touching on its underside where she can feel an amount of dried up cum sticking in there.

She is correct on her money as she can hear the stallion above her poorly trying to hold grunts. That puts a smile on her face, if one would be able to see with the cock sticking on her mouth that is. She continues her duty of cleaning his pecker of cummy dirt, licking it all up and gulping it down alongside her saliva and more of his leaking pre. There was a time where she’d find this repulsive, but now it just makes her even more turned on as her tastes grew more refined and her fondness towards anything stallion-y matured, alongside her love-making skills. For somepony that seems to take being such a lean freak to let this go past surprises her. But honestly, she likes to imagine that he did this just so she was forced to feel his crusty goodness.

Another thing does surprise her, while nursing his member a few small spurts of hot cum are shot down at the back of her tongue, going down her throat in an instant. He tasted absolutely divine and she wished she would have caught that wave before gulping it down. His flare hasn’t expanded however, and his hardness isn’t giving away either so that wasn’t a premature ejaculation. Her eyes trail down his body and like a laser focus on his balls. His delicious, juicy balls. The lovely pair look so plump, so cute and so full of vital energy that it makes her drool even more from both lips, imagining how those bad boys look like they’re about to burst on her.

Peanuts puts her hind legs under them, being very gentle with her touch so that she won’t hurt him in the process and starts caressing them. The stallion’s breath gets caught on his throat as he didn’t expect this kind of touch on his jewels, his member throbs more from the sensation, forcing him to exhale louder and unrestrained. The filly tries to fit more of his length into her mouth while staying in place, her neck going up and down his length while her little hoofsies caresses his plump sack. They rotate on its folds, grasping them and lifting them slightly, toying with one while fondling the other, sometimes squishing them lightly – which makes his breath quicken and his head harder- other times she puts them in between her hoofs, where the frogs in her limbs act as a soft cushion to his skin, giving the most pleasing touch he has ever had down there.

Tension builds up on his cock, the constant teasing on the two fronts proves to be too much for him. The head threatens to expand soon if this continues, and that is alright for the shrewd filly. With one of her rear hooves she strokes the bottom of his member right at the base, where it connects to this torso, moving up and down on his shaft while the other continues handling his hanging sack. She can practically feel it getting hotter, his seed is coming and she won’t dare to let a single drop spill. Finally, with a soft cry of pleasure, his flare triggers, his load undulates through his entire length, filling Peanut’s mouth with flavor and delight.

She leisurely retreats her head from him, but continues on suckling while more spurts erupt from him, he had been holding on a good amount indeed. She laps at his urethra, tasting the semen absentmindedly, letting it sit at the base of her mouth before swallowing in small gulps, this will fill her belly for quite a while, and she hopes that soon he will fill her uterus too, multiple times if possible.

Though he had just climaxed, Bit’s bits haven’t calmed down nor gone soft. His time is limited and he will make most of it even if it's his last day standing. He leans down to orientate himself for a better position and notices a very damp spot making a mark on his bed. He goes nose first into it, sniffing and licking the substance filled with pheromones that makes his head go completely light. Peanut bites her lip at the sight, he’s really into it and she wants to see what he’ll do to the real deal. Her tail whips his face, on the third time he breaks his concentration and it is then when he looks to see her legs spread apart, puffy lips shining with secretions, her clit winking occasionally. Quickly his mouth meets her folds, scooping filly juices from them with his tongue, stimulating both his taste buds and the filly, her moaning following soon after.

“Please, mister,” she says in between moans. “Take it easy on my butt today, please?” she jolts and eeps when she feels him softly nibbling on her clit. ”I’m still really sore from last time...”

It doesn’t make any difference for him, putting his seed up her ass won’t do much, he wants to breed her. His muzzle moves up a bit and sucks on her teats, moving from one to the other, her nipples are perky and hardened, just the way he remembered them. He’ll get back to them after he’s done filling her with his baby batter.

Done with the appetizer, he jumps off of the bed and grabs her hind legs, adjusting her position so that her hips are on the same level as his, and once there he doesn’t waste his time and lubes his head with her leaking juices, some of his jizz still stuck to it, coating her outer lips with his white liquid. Once prepared, he grabs onto the sheets and slides in her, first in the shrinking flare and then the rest of his shaft. Well, half of it, his medial ring poses too much of a challenge for the slutty filly. Her passage is completely filled to the maximum, she grips and twists his member while it kisses the entrance to her womb with its leaky urethra.

She’s as tight as she was last time, no toy he bought could ever replicate the feeling of her pussy, it’s perfectly tight and hot, squeezing his soul right off every time he pumps into her. Foreplay is over, and the only thought inhabiting his mind right now is to make her carry as many of his foals as possible, so he pumps her canals full of his turgid length with no regards for her safety nor enjoyment, for every time he pushes out a splash of her juices leaks out, easing his thrust back in, pounding her cervix like a battering ram on a castle’s gate.

Peanut is enjoying his recklessness, her eyes have drifted upwards after losing her focus, groans and yelps escape her throat that increase in pitch at the end of every push he makes on her. Her tightness doesn’t only provide pleasure to her partner, as her stretched out folds means that the rough skin of his cock rubs and itches every single one of her nerve clusters, driving her insane. She can practically feel every throb, every little bump and every little vein on his outside, pumping his member with hot blood that lights up her insides, which makes her release more of her juices all over him, making it easy for him to plow her endlessly.

When he pulls out she can feel the back of his head scratching all of her walls, as if trying to hold them and drag them back with it, only to be pushed back in when he dives down, padding her to ecstasy levels of pain that she lives to experience. Lost in her lust, her clit poking in and out to express her arousal, only to be pushed back in and smashed against by his ring, surging electrical jolts from her lips to her brain, her body squirming and spasming under him, her lower half without the control of her master squishes his dick even further while unloading a spray of filly cum at like a garden hose his legs and at the floor.

Her grip on his stallionhood only fuels his sudden need for reproduction so much that he lowers his face right next to her and bites on her ear. A simple “ah” echoes from her mouth, her unfocused eyes turn into pinpricks and she once again loses control of her bladder, spraying them once more with fluids, absolutely drenching them both with her cum. Her narrow insides mixed in with the thick smell of female satisfaction triggers his instincts, his balls tighten and his flare pops up instantly rubbing at her cervix, shooting loads of his virile seed in her deepest unreachable caves, such a tight fit that most of it explodes out of her cunt, flowing down on her dock and tail.

Both ponies stay locked in that grip, depositing more of his seed in her while she empties herself on the sheets. It is only when he grows flaccid and his member plops out of her stretched out hole is that they both try to recover from the tiring activity, him falling in bed and pushing her under his chest for them to cuddle. Bit licks her bitten ear, now with a clear mind worrying that he might have hurt her too much this time, while the filly cares none for that, breathing in deep and hard trying to clear out the fog in her head, basking in that sweet painful afterglow, her pussy leaking both of her fluids down her legs.

They are so content in this hold that he naps for a little while, soft rhythmic snores from the couple clashing against the ticks and tocks of the clocks.

An unknown amount of time later the filly wakes up when she feels the nose of her temporary lover poking at her body; she giggles at the tickling feeling, then yawns. Peanut’s awakening doesn’t disturb his inspection on her, he will feel this filly for as long as he can until he can satisfy his deep hunger.

“Hey mister? When we’re done for the day, do you mind cleaning my tail? It’s hard for me to clean your cum by myself.”

His breathing stops, but no response is given. He just stands there, the only sounds in the room being of their breathing and of the clocks right above them. She can’t see his face above her, and she knows he is awake, so she repeats herself once more to catch his attention.

“Mister? Did you hear me?”

“… You’re not leaving me again.”

“Huh?”

“I said I’m not letting you go,” reaffirms the stallion, an ice cold determination in his voice.

“Mister, I’m very very happy that you like me a bunch, but I can’t stay with you. I have a job to do, remember? I have other places to go.” she tries to explain with the softest voice she can muster, expunging what tiredness she has left. Sometimes her customers feel the dread of not having her for seconds the next day, and she can’t blame them, she’s the greatest little filly in the whole world and the sexiest and the bestest, but she’s not meant for one stallion.

He leaps out of bed and trots up to his wardrobe, back turned to the filly. She sighs and rolls her eyes, she was starting to think that this bis was going so well, but now she has to deal with another deranged stallion. If he can’t listen to reason then she’ll bonk him in the head and take her leave, once they get to this stage there isn’t much she can do to change their minds.

She is shocked however when Bit turns over to face her, holding a big hedge trimmer on his mouth. He is completely lost, now she’ll have to incapacitate him without hurting him so that she can get the fuck out of here. So much for cleaning her mane.

“Uh, mister? Can you drop that please? You wouldn’t hurt a little filly, would you?”

The stallion is unfazed by her question, he doesn’t plan on harming her but he will find a way to keep her with him, for far too long she has eluded him. He moves to her box and fiddles around with her precious possessions and finds a precious piece of evidence, her contract. It had so much complex legal jargon written in those papers that it would completely discourage anyone from reading it top to bottom, making it almost perfect to cover her tracks. Almost.

“You lie! You don’t work for any company, nor any sent you here.” he accuses her, his voice is shaken, frustrated and tired. “I have looked for you for so long, it almost made me lose my mind! Your box! At the courier station, it had no address, no sender, nothing! It looks so dang out of place yet nopony bothered to check where it came from!” he yells, pacing around in circles around the room, ranting at the poor worried little filly.

“I went everywhere, looked at every single record for a company called Filly Delivery, and nothing! Not even a fake name front! Your business is a sham, and now I have proof of that!” He jabs the contract in her direction and points to a line that wasn’t written in a typewriter, a very neat and cursive signature is displayed right where his name should be, instead it has the name “Princess Sun Butt” in it. “This is what I wrote on the delivery pony’s delivery sheet! You… this is an enchanted paper, isn’t it? You do all this song and dance just to get to pony houses to have your fill.”

One bonk, one good bonk is all she needs to knock him out so she can get the fuck out of this loon’s place. She’ll have to make extra sure that she doesn’t come back here ever again or to repeat “customers”, they’re far too much trouble to be worth all of this drama. She isn’t worried about what he’ll do to her, but after she sees that he isn’t coming for her and instead grabbing her hemp rope, the one thing tying her to her box, she breaks out in a cold sweat, worry gripping at her spine.

“Hey hey hey hey, woah there sir, you shouldn’t really mess with that, just, just drop the scissors and we can talk this out, OK? I can make things work out, I promise! You don’t even need to clean my tail if you’re into that!”

He doesn’t listen to her, nor does he care what she has to offer. As far as he knows she is a homeless filly that makes a living by selling herself to other males. He won’t have any of it, she is his, and he’ll make sure that she stays with him forever, consequences be damned! He puts the middle of the rope in between his tool, trying to cut it in half but it proves to be too strong to go in one slice, instead he tries to cut it out like a knife by rubbing constantly on it. His mind is fiercely concentrated on finally having the object of affection for himself forever, so much so that he tunes out the ticking of the three clocks that alarm the beginning of a new hour, the filly desperately shouting at him to stop and the screeching noise that comes from wood scraping against the floor right behind him.

Cold is the night, mixed with the downpour outside Deal’s marefriend’s house is enough to put the chills on them, both huddled together under a thick blanket as the two watched a soap opera that she loved so much to share with him. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the genre, but he did her wishes anyway, partially to please her and partially to calm her down. The last few days in the little sleepy city of Little Hoof Print have been plagued by terror and uncertainty, washing its inhabitants in anxiety, most of them refusing to get out of their homes by themselves.

In the morning after he delivered that mysterious box to Quick Bit on the other side of town, the suspicious stallion’s front door had been found broken off its hinges by his neighbors; there were drag marks all over his front yard that tore the earth apart. They led inside his house, where it looked like it had gone through a worse fate. Most of the furniture had been flipped and thrown, some of them crushed into uselessness, everything was so chaotic that it felt like something heavy had been dragged around everywhere with reckless abandon. The stallion himself looked like he had seen better days, he was found covered in slob like he had been halfway eaten by some creature and then spat out, there were far too many bite marks on his body that anypony had the stomach to count. He is still recovering from the wounds, and the shock has rendered him speechless, neither the Royal Guards nor his psychiatrist could get a word from him of what happened.

No pony knows what went down that day, but the most prominent gossip is that a wild animal invaded his home while no one was looking, which is even more dreadful considering they live close to the woods. The guard has been dispatched to look for the creature, but nothing has been found yet. Ever since, Deal has been sleeping in his marefriend’s house, trying to make her feel protected and safe.

“Hey, sweetie. What about that pie you promised me?”