Filly-in-a-box!

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?”