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.