>You’re still stretching out your joints when you open the door to greet the fresh August morning.
>A minor drawback of living in this wonderful land of talking equines is the lack of punctuality from Ponyville’s postal service.
>Or, more specifically, the ditzy mare with the wall-eyed stare who delivered your 100% authentic used Celestia panties to the wrong house last week.
>One very awkward encounter with Rarity later, and you swore to never accept mail from her again.
>But on your front lawn, right where a bright patch of sun brushes through the grass, lays a big cardboard box.
>You approach and sink low to snag the little heart-shaped tag strung to the top.
>You unfold and struggle to read the wobbly hoofwriting.
>’Sorry fore my feavverbrain! Here’s a gift to make it up too you!’
>Well, she’s not earning points for spelling, but it’s a nice gesture at least.
>Wielding your trusty pocketknife, you swipe at the seam of parcel tape.
>When you open up the box, you’re greeted by two grey bubbles of fat and a long dusty-blonde tail.
>Stuffy, sulfur-smelling trapped air wafts up into your face, and finally feeling the outside breeze on her bottom, Derpy gives a grunt and lets loose.
>You watch in awe as a long series of bubbles pop between her cheeks, sending ripples through the fat and smelly air into your face.
>”Ouugh! Thank goodness you opened it! I couldn’t hold that in any longer!”
>She fills the box with a long sigh and sweeps her tail over the tip of your nose.
>The upturned pegasus then blasts you with three more farts, each just as fizzy and bubbly as the first.
>You’re not sure what she’s been eating, but it smells like it doesn’t agree with her; a strong scent that reminds you of a soggy egg sandwich all slathered in expired mayo.
>Your gift is a welcome, albeit stinky, one and after taking a big pronounced whiff of the souring air, you plunge your greedy hands onto her ass.
>The touch of fuzzy fat warms your fingertips, and you roll her cheeks around to crank out another smelly sputter.
>The vibrations tickle on the way out and she bleats with playful laughter.
>Your eyes fall closed as you pause and simply breathe the birdy smell of her lingering expulsions.
>”Whoopsie! My tummy’s been doin’ somersaults all day!” 
>Your fingers sink deeper into her hot, fleshy flanks and you hover close, snort at her hole and your cock swells in your pants. It’s so strong here; eye-wateringly pungent.
>”Y’like your gift, Anon?”
“I love it!”
>If her face wasn’t tucked away in the bottom of the box, you’d see the big giddy smile spreading over it.
>You understand how she earned those cutie marks of hers when her buried hole spews a meaty bubbler that kicks you swiftly in the senses.
>Lifting the box up with all your possessed strength, and being sure to support it from underneath, you turn back towards your house to take your parcel bomb inside.
>”Waah! Don’t shake me around like that, Anon! I’m gonna-!”
>A nervous hiss wells up in the air and steams your face. 
>This is truly a gift that keeps on giving.