The Mailbox

It was a brisk, autumn Sunday morning, as Fluttershy was outside of her cottage tending to her animals.  It was nice and quiet, the way she liked it.  Families were at church, so the usual sounds of young fillies and colts daring each other to go into the Everfree forest were absent.  All she had was the beautiful ambiance – the sounds of leaves crunching as her little friends wandered about the gorgeously colored landscape, along with the light, cool air filling her senses.  All of it brought a sense of tranquility to the outside world that she normally fears treading in.  She was alone with peace, her animals, and her thoughts.

She had gotten aroused by her animals on many an occasion.  These were the thoughts that she had on her mind this particular morning.  Considering the fact that beastiality was frowned upon in Equestria, she cursed herself for those times that'd happen, usually with every new critter that becomes a regular at her cottage, where she would play with them, as anypony would play with animals, and find herself in a most awkward of positions.  She'd blush and tuck her tail in between her legs, and hope that nopony was around to see that she could be considered a potential sinner.  Granted, she never even attempted to make any sexual advances towards them.  And it's not like she was forcing herself to be attracted to animals.  Was she just born this way?

She wondered to herself, why would anypony be born with the desire to go against Celestia's law?

With her mind having been thoroughly clouded by these bothersome questions, she decided to go see Twilight.  She usually sleeps in on Sunday mornings, and surely an apprentice to Celestia herself could give her an idea as to what the almighty Princess has in mind.  Besides, Twilight is a good friend.  Surely she wouldn't tell anypony else.

She trotted down the quiet streets of Ponyville, passing by each seemingly empty house, all with a roof made of hay and a metal mailbox out front, all decorating the long, narrow path.

Looking ahead, Fluttershy saw a figure in front of Twilight's library.  At first, it looked like something made of stone.  As she walked forward and the object became easier to see, she saw it looked like a mare.

Startled, she jumped behind a convenient bush on the side of the path.  From the looks of it, a gray pegasus was leaning on Twilight's mailbox.  Is this somepony Twilight knows?  She looked through a small gap in the bush that gave her a good view of this strange mare.  Immediately, she was able to identify her: it was Derpy.

Fluttershy figured that, being the town mailpony, Derpy must've been doing something that she was authorized to do.  Even though mailponies don't work on Sundays, it was an excuse for her to not have to confront somepony by coming out of the bushes and end up looking like a stalker.  So, there she sat, watching Derpy intensely sniff Twilight's mailbox.  Almost like a dog sniffing the hand of their owner when he comes home from an errand of some sort.

This was definitely a peculiar sight.  Do I look away, she thought.  No, I-I should at least see what Derpy is doing.  This way, I can tell Twilight if she does anything wrong.

In the back of her mind, she was hoping that Derpy would be done soon, so that she could just go talk to Twilight.

Whilst being subjected to viewing her “examination,” her eye caught something strange on Derpy's leg that was too difficult to see.  She squinted her eyes and focused on a trail of what looked like sweat dripping from Derpy's haunches and trailing down her legs.  No, she thought, it can't be.

She reflexively looked away, but quickly looked back as she heard the sounds of the mailbox's rusted screws scraping against the hinges between the box itself and its opening.  She saw Derpy feeling her hoof around the inside of the empty mailbox.

“Hmm,” Derpy said softly to the mailbox, “I guess you really are starting to enjoy this.”

From behind the bush, Fluttershy was hoping that this was just Derpy being Derpy.  She always behaved in an odd way, but she couldn't deny that this was the oddest behavior she had ever seen from the cross-eyed mare before.

Derpy pulled her hoof out of the mailbox and placed it underneath her swollen cunt.  She stuck out her drooling tongue and gave the surface of the mailbox a lick, tasting its metallic flavor, swallowing whatever dirt had gathered on it from being outside, savoring a moment that she knew nopony else would ever understand.  In her mind, Derpy pictured the mailbox moaning and drooling, as if it hated being teased by its gray, cross-eyed master.  It was one of the most erotic moments of her life – her juices dripped on to the ground as she covered every inch of the mailbox's exterior in her drool.

Derpy then moved to the front of the mailbox and began licking the inside.  She began rubbing herself harder, the edge of her hoof slipping as far into her slit as it could, pushing through her lips and allowing more of her cunt juice to flow.  The passionate kisses overwhelmed her sensations as she got lost in the feeling of flesh mingling with metal.  Getting caught up in the moment, she spanked the mailbox hard, leaving a good dent in the back of it.  She imagined the mailbox getting wet as it tried not to cry from embarrassment.

Fluttershy was in awe of the outstanding spectacle unfolding before her.  She couldn't think of any proper words to describe it, let alone could she think of any proper way for her mind to process it.

“Enough crying,” Derpy spoke in an assertive tone, “it's time.  For what, you ask?  I think you know what.”  Derpy stuck her head in the opening of the mailbox, “You're gonna get what you want... you're gonna get what you've been begging me for... you whore.”

Without any hesitation, Derpy took her hoof and rammed it through the back of the mailbox, punching through the dent she made and leaving a large open gap in the back of it.  She pushed her arm forward, feeling the inside of it as she brought herself elbow deep into the vast and imaginarily moist depths of the mailbox's interior.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned, “you like that?”  She continued rubbing herself as she mercilessly fisted the mailbox.  Nothing else existed outside of this moment.  It was just her and the mailbox, bringing themselves to new heights of pleasure and embracing the feeling of sin.  She was getting close.  In her mind, she knew that this was it.  This was why she had spent all this time gaining the trust of the mailbox in the first place.  Her twisted fantasies would finally come true this afternoon.

Fluttershy continued watching from behind the bushes, wondering just what the hell she had gotten herself into.  She sat there, unable to think over the sounds of Derpy screaming in pure delight, as if she were screaming in unison with this mailbox.  Anything in her mind attempting to comprehend the situation seemingly went silent, as she helplessly watched the spectacle continue.

After a few minutes of fisting, Derpy ended it.  “That's enough.  It's time.”

She pulled her hoof out and positioned herself behind the mailbox.  She then jumped on top of the mailbox and began grinding her pussy on the large, gaping hole she made.  The sharp bits of plastic scraping at the inside of her twat brought her further and further down the path of sexual oblivion.  Finally, the moment of truth – she put both her hooves on both sides of the mailbox and began squeezing.  In her mind, she heard the mailbox choking out, begging to be released from Derpy's grip, but she would not show mercy.

“I'm sorry baby,” she said to the choking mailbox, her voice growing more and more menacing, “but you just had to trust me, didn't you?  You just HAD to take a ride from a stranger, DIDN'T YOU?!”  Her equine juices were flowing, the mailbox was soon to parish, and Fluttershy's face was pale white.

“Oh Celestia,” she screamed over the imaginary sounds of the mailbox's strained shouts of pain and horror.  “Celestia, save this woman!  For she has done her job for the last time!”  Her hooves finally caused the mailbox to cave in as Derpy came.  She jumped down, pulled her arms out of the large dents she just put in the mailbox and wrapped her arms around its corpse as leaking cum hit the grass beneath her with audible drops.  She held her head close to it as she filled its hole, embracing it as it moved on to meet its maker.

It was done.  It was all over.  This was the only thing that Fluttershy had to think about.  This strange, almost incomprehensible display of lunacy was ending.  Her ear twitched as she heard another peculiar noise – Derpy was crying.

“I'm sorry,” Derpy said as she trailed a hoof across the mailbox's defiled corpse.  “I'm so sorry.”  She suddenly jerked her head up, causing Fluttershy to let out a small “eep” as she sunk lower behind the bush.  Startled, Derpy immediately got up and flew away from the scene, leaving a mailbox with an open flap, two dents along its sides, and a large gaping hole on the back of it.

Fluttershy sat there, absolutely speechless.  Even if she could manage to verbalize the thoughts spinning in her head at that moment, she'd only be speaking stuttering, vague descriptions of the event that had unfolded before her eyes.  She saw the strangest form of depravity yet, and she couldn't look away.  An act that seemed so beautiful and passionate in the eyes of those who committed it, but to others, awkward, shocking.  Even amusing to some.

“Boy, it sure was great seeing the Princess, wasn't it, Twilight?”

“It sure was, Spike.  I'm glad you talked me into going.”

It had been hours since Twilight's mailbox was vigorously molested, and Fluttershy was still frozen behind the bush.  She could hear families coming home from church, along with the sounds of a concerned Twilight running to her damaged mailbox.

“Look at this,” Twilight said, “It's destroyed!”

“Who do you think could've done it,” Spike asked.

At this moment, Fluttershy stood up from behind the bush with a pale look on her face, causing Twilight and Spike to both jump back in horror.

“Fluttershy, what are you doing here,” Twilight asked,  “Did you do this?”

Fluttershy gave no response.

“Uh...are you okay, Fluttershy?”

“...I know who did it.”

Twilight leaned forward and asked, “Who?”

“...Sh...sh-she's a n-n-nice mare.”

“What?”

Fluttershy got up, turned around, and quietly trotted back to her cottage, deciding not to speak with Twilight that day.