Filly-in-a-box!

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.