Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Derpy's Midnight Mail Service	By : Matrilwood Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 4625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Derpy's Midnight Mail Service
- 1
Derpy’s Midnight Mail Service
By Dashie Lover
This Episode contains: Humil, RapeFic, Toys
Ditzy did the calculations again and again, trying to amend her expenses, and break even. No matter what she tried, she just wasn’t making enough money to support herself and her daughter, Dinky. Further more, she definitely wasn’t eligible for a pay rise, considering how many cissies she’d caused by accidently sending mail to the wrong places, most notably the Romance Novel incident, the one where Cheerilee almost lost her job when Derpy sent her a package of Kinky Novels, while she was teaching her students. Even after all the Mail-Services efforts to rectify the problem, some parents are still unwilling to completely trust Cheerilee.
Ditzy looked up from her accounts, she ran to the lamp, picked it up, placed it on her head and turned on the light bulb. “I have a plan! One that will work! … See what I did there?”
Dinky was unphased by her mother’s odd behaviour. Instead she simply humoured her, “What’s your plan mummy?”
Ditzy placed the lamp back on the table and switched it off before turning to Dinky. Her eyes began to spaz out in excitement. “Someponies feel uncomfortable sending certain types of mail during the day, they send it themselves avoid embarrassment!” she said excitedly. “So I set up night-time mail service for night-time ponies.” Ditzy had trouble seeing the logic in her mother’s plan, but she nodded her head supportively. “Now, who wants muffins?” This tended to be a rhetorical question since Ditzy would make cupcakes regardless of what her daughter said.
9_6
Derpy looked at the clock, it was about to hit 10pm. She left the house and flew to the Post Office. As she entered the building there was a heap of letters and parcels, shoved in the corner. A makeshift sign, consisting of an A4 sheet of paper sticky taped to the wall, read, “Derpy’s Midnight Mail Service”
It wasn’t nearly as much mail as there would be at day, and it barely scraped even, but it was only the first day of the new service. Ditzy was sure it’s popularity would grow, making it a definite worthwhile effort.
She found the other ponies where in the Postmare’s lounge, coffee cups in hand. Raindrops, a cream coloured pegasus with green hair, had eagerly volunteered to stay up late. Parasol, a cream coloured pegasus with light-pink hair, on the other hand had better things to do than spend all night at work, however she eventually gave in to puppy-dog eyes. Burl on the other hand, an unkempt brown colt pegasus, was a little sceptical of Ditzy’s plan. He was the manager and was responsible for all the money, working over-time would mean having to pay overtime. It took a lot of pear pressure to get him to concede, with the condition that if the new service wasn’t breaking even by the end of the week, he would put a hammer to it.
9_6
One of the packages was extremely heavy. Raindrops tried to pick up the large parcel but it wouldn’t even budge. Parasol rolled hey eyes, “Give it here you weakling.” The pegasus picked up the parcel and strapped it to her back. While it was heavy she could take the weight. “You take the smaller packages, I’ll take this one.” She instructed as she flew out the door, gracefully considering she had a box bigger than herself on her back.
Ditzy delivered her letters as usual. Some of the letters were for teenagers who sat at their window awaiting the letters arrival. When Ditzy arrived, they would tell her to stay quite, and she would give them their mail in secret, before stealthily flying away. Throughout the whole run, she tried to keep a low profile, as was the point of the secret delivery of mail.
9_6
Twilight looked up from her book when she heard a knock on the door. She looked at the clock irritatedly then went to the door, “This better be important,” she grumbled as the door magically swung open. Parasol stood at the door with an over-sized crate on her back. She quickly walked into the library and placed the crate on the floor. She was panting slightly, but regained her composure and looked at Twilight. She spoke in her usual authoritative tone, “As of today, a new service is available, whereby mail may be sent and or received during night-time hours. This is a method for ponies to communicate and send each other packages without attracting the prying eyes of others. If you wish to send a package via ‘Derpy’s Midnight Mail Service’ please goto the post-office during normal hours for details.” Twilight gave Parasol a stunned look and then she looked at the crate in her house. “I’ll be off then,” Parasol stated, flying off, and leaving Twilight with the unexpected package.
Twilight remembered all to well the last time she received a parcel. It was a mail-bomb, powerful enough to put her in a hospital. If this one was a mail-bomb, judging by it’s size, it would definitely be big enough to finish her off for good this time. After looking the crate over, she hid behind the couch and carefully opened the crate with her magic, the lid came off cleanly and the crate didn’t explode, even after she waited for a few seconds. She cautiously approached the open crate and peered inside.
The crate contained a very large cake, with white icing and a red body. She lowered her guard; it was still a very strange thing to send in the mail. She thought of Pinky Pie.
At that very moment something tore through the cake and tackled her. Twilight kicked and screamed at her attacker who lay on top of her, holding her down. “I’ve got you now Twilight!” Twilight stopped, when she heard the familiar voice, she looked up to see a blue unicorn wearing an odd hat.
“TWILIGHT! What’s wrong…? Hey, what the HAY are you doing in here?!” Spike had woken up from the commotion and ran down-stairs to aid Twilight. Trixie gave him an angry glair before turning back to Twilight.
“I, the great and powerful Trixie, have come to a conclusion.” Said the blue unicorn in a self-worshipping tone.
“And what is that?” asked Twilight nervously, thinking a Mail-Bomb sounded really good right about now.
“While I, the great and powerful Trixie, still want revenge against you for ruining my career and, by extension, my life,” Trixie explained, “I have been having dreams about you, of us, together. And I realise, that I want you, badly, and not in the lovey dovey sort of way,” Trixie licked Twilight’s neck, causing her to cringe, “I want your body, nothing more, nothing less. Which leads me to a perfect way of exacting my revenge.” Twilight swallowed nervously, she wished it had been a mail-bomb.
“Get off Twilight!” the small dragon ran towards Trixie, she looked at him, her horn glowed and the ropes that appeared tied him up.
“What are you going to do to me?” Twilight asked nervously, sure that she wasn’t going to like the answer.
“I’m going to humiliate you, I’m going to make love to you.” She turned her head towards Spike sadistically, “In front of your pet.” Spike made a very audible sound of disgust. Trixie’s horn glowed and he was paralysed, forced to look at Trixie and Twilight.
“No, why are you doing this to Spike? Keep him out of this!” Twilight squirmed, trying to escape Trixie’s clutches.
“Spike is going to watch helplessly as I reveal to him what you truly are,” Trixie licked Twilight’s neck, her pelvis rubbed against her captives chest and she moaned softly.
Twilight tried to escape, but Trixie had her pinned. All she could do was look at Spike, his face frozen in disgust.
Trixie used her magic to pull out a long black rubber rod from the crate. Twilight’s eyes dilated when she saw it. It was a dildo, and it looked like it had been recently used. “NO! Keep that away from me, I don’t want it!” Twilight squirmed fruitlessly. She squeezed her knees together when the dildo came near her, trying to protect her crutch. Even this was futile as the dildo forced itself all the way into her. As it did so, Twilight gave a stifled cry of pleasure. The ribbed dildo pulled out then went back in. It felt so good to Twilight, yet she pleaded for Trixie to stop. Trixie had a sadistic smile on her face; she was enjoying watching Twilight suffer psychologically. All that pent up frustration towards Twilight was being relieved.
Trixie slipped the other end of the dildo inside of herself, she pushed her crutch against Twilight’s and she moaned loudly. She looked down at the pitiful Twilight. There were tears running down Twilight’s face, her eyes were begging Trixie to stop. Each thrust brought out more tears and more whimpers from her prey.
Twilight tried to remain in control of her emotions. She couldn’t give in to the feelings overwhelming her body, not in front of Spike. A part of her wanted Trixie to do more, to be ravished by her. That part of her was getting stronger and stronger, she couldn’t contain her moans any more and she cried out.
Twilight’s dignity had been drowned by pleasure; she became a wild animal of instinct. She no longer begged Trixie to stop and started to beg her go further. She wanted everything Trixie could provide. She kissed Trixie, her tongue sliding into Trixie’s mouth.
Trixie moaned and began thrusting the dildo harder. She had succeeded, Twilight had given into her, and she had fulfilled the fantasy she had been dreaming about for several days. Trixie ravished her victim until Twilight and herself reached orgasm.
Trixie got off Twilight, who just lay there staring into nothing. She walked up to Spike, a sadistic grin of her face. “Did you enjoy that?” she said to the paralysed dragon, “Did you want it to go on and on, I could arrange for that, or you could just re-live it your mind over and over.” Trixie unbound and unstunned Spike.
Spike immediately ran into the kitchen, searching frantically. “DETURGENT! I NEED INDUSTRIAL GRADE DETURGENT TO WASH MY EYES!!!” Trixie laughed, and went back to the traumatised Twilight. She laughed at the hollow expression on her face and left the library, satisfied with her achievement.
9_6
Parasol sighed as she entered the post office, she looked up at the clock
It was half past midnight. She heard loud snore and turned to see Ditzy and Raindrops sleeping together on the staffroom couch. “Just 2 more deliveries to go,” Parasol said with a motherly smile. She tied Ditzy’s sleeping form to her back and she stirred slightly.
“Hmmm… Muffins… But not just any muffins… Muffin flavoured Muffins…” Parasol stifled a chuckle at Ditzy’s sleep talk, as she exited the office and flew towards Ditzy’s house.
9_6
“Oh man, I’ll never get that picture out of my head!” Spike sat on the stairwell, shivering and rocking back and forth. He had turned pale.
“I hope you can forgive me for what I did.” Twilight pleaded.
“It’s ok Twilight, I’ll survive, after a month in therapy.”
Twilight stood up at her study desk, “Alight, from now on I’ll only ever except and open nice, small, flat envelopes, that way there can’t be any nasty surprises hidden inside,” she said, right as she was opening a chain-letter.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Derpy's Midnight Mail Service