Within the master bedroom two ponies stood at varying levels of excitement, the larger one an earth pony mare, the other a stallion about three-fourths the size of the mare. The mare, Lavender Cream, had a playful, posh expression on her face. Lidded eyes and a slight smirk. Upward-tilted chin. Staring at her coltfriend with unabated schemes swirling around inside her head, all of which the smaller unicorn, Fearei Shatter, could easily sense, and was becoming more and more enthralled by. He looked ready to jump in the air and click his hooves together with the way his heart was pounding in his chest at finally getting to spend time with her. His friendly, glowing blue eyes buzzed with excitement, adoring the intimacy and care she exuded over him.
Fearei's room was rather luxurious, even if he did not fully consider it his even now. The carpet was purple. White wallpaper with pink and red tropical floral patterns across it, as if someone had printed them on cookie cutter style. In the middle of the room, set against the back wall with a window hanging above it was a circular bed with a strange pink comforter. It looked a little shiny, silky, and insulated, but was textured like hexagonal shingles. Folded over the top of the comforter was a white sheet, with a white cover over the mattress. The boarding cradling the mattress was made of emerald green wood. The pillows were white and fluffy, but not frilly like one might expect to go with the comforter. On a nightstand next to the bed made of the same green wood was a red lava lamp. There were two armoires on either side (one locked and filled with personal trinkets), the wall the door was on having a small make-up station with a number of small cupboards and two cabinets, and a folding screen, three total surfaces, with mirrors on each. Close by it was a full view mirror. On the other side of the room was a door leading to a small bathroom. There were a few paintings, but each was a small landscape, one having mountains covered in snow at the top with large swaths of greenery swept across, with a lighthouse at the end, the majority of the painting taken up by the beautiful lapis lazuli inlet. Others had a couple forests. The most interesting painting was a set of four small pictures, wider over taller, that showed the same scene but each as a different season, with the season opposite of it in the corner across from it.
Lavender had a thin build and slender muzzle. A violet hairband settled atop her wavy, wine-soaked ivory mane, a feather duster-styled tail of the same color sticking out from her rear. Her eyes were a vibrant violet, as was her shiny, very short fur coat. On her flanks were a white puzzle piece with a stalk of lavender imprinted on both as her cutie mark. The mare was only a little tense. After everything she had been through up to this point – more than her fair share of danger that she would just as likely avoid if she had a choice – she had been looking forward to this moment. After everything.
The 24-year old punycorn danced around in circles, lifting his hooves and setting them down in an excited fashion as he smiled and tilted his head from side to side, singing a jaunt little tune, eyes closed happily, cheeks risen, occasionally snorting in glee. His mane was shortened to a curly pixie cut, and his tail a short bob. Both with absolutely exquisite colors that made Lavender fawn over him like he were a foal and she actually liked foals. A beautiful blueish platinum with indigo fringes and rainbow streaked tips, giving it a feeling of crystal iridescence. His dark gray fur was trimmed perfectly, with the only bit of fluff on him being his chest and flanks, the cutie mark a jagged spectral spiral with faint shafts of light emitting about half an inch from the cracks. "Lavvy Lavvy Lavvy Lavvy it's the Lavvy!"
On the ground near the door, between the two of them, was a sizable plush of the stallion across from her. About two times his size with a zipper on the back and on the front near the crotch. The same bodily shape and color as him. Albeit with fatter ends to the limbs and head to make it more unwieldy. A curly, unkempt purple mane and a coiled, twisted purple tail.
"You know, darling, it's almost a crime to cover that adorable hair of yours."
Fearei giggled behind a hoof rather femininely, his tail swaying from side to side and revealing his tight, equally plush ponut. He smiled demurely at her from the side, glancing at her with batting eyelashes and a cute, haughty giggle. While it was arrogant, it wasn't disdainful and it certainly wasn't negative. It was more confident and alluring. Giving him a sparkly edge that drew in others like an emotional magnet. He was a pretty pone. "You'll have all the time in the world to enjoy it after I'm out of the plush now th't that madmare's dealt with." He started to sidle over to her, drawing his tail along her side, using it like a paint brush.
"Mmm, true. We have a lot of time." Lavender let out a long, satisfied sigh. And then she started to unzip the back of the plush, almost reluctantly. "...And as happy endings go, darling. ..I'll take this one multiple times over." Oh, yes. This was perfect. This was what she wanted.
Fear trot in place, striking a confident, puffed out pose showing how much he'd grown as a pony. Yet still the same, small, cute, pretty fluff that had graced her life seemingly so long ago. He made his way over to the back of the giant plush, looking in apprehensively and with a hint of excitement, reaching out a hoof and caressing their frogs together, pecking her on the lips. An emotional tingle of excitement, lust, and nervousness zapped between the two of them like electric play before he stepped into the big doll, having not done this before if he was totally honest.
Slowly working Fear's limbs into the sleeve-like extremities, Lavender assisted with his entrance to the fluffy thing. "Mmm.." She returned the kiss. "...Oh, yes. You are a precious little thing, aren't you..?" She smiled, her eyes shining a moment. Sure, every stallion wants to say they can make you feel a certain way, but Fear? Fear can do it. It's delightful.
Letting out a shuddering breath as his furry flesh slid into the silken, smooth, puffy interior, Fear's tail hiked up. The extremities cradled his limbs and left him in a fluffy zero gravity. His tail wagged back and forth excitedly, the compliments feeling like a warm sun shining on his soul. He could feel her delight radiating off of her and it made him giggle with puppy love, his eyes rolling in a wide arc and his hackles raising as he slipped further into the plush, his stout muzzle working up against a plastic breathing apparatus that led to a tube connecting to the maw of the giant suit.
Lavender was already having an absolutely wonderful time. This is what paradise was made of. When she'd gotten the large ensemble, she'd made sure the inside was silky smooth, thick, and... Well. It's beautiful. She slowly stroked his back as she zipped up the plush. She's no unicorn, that zipper will remain there, but... Oh. Oh, this is gorgeous. "Mmm. You know there are ponies who use chastity devices with this? It's heartbreaking."
Fear could just fall inside and let the world wash away, his eyes going to half mast and nearly falling asleep on the spot, as if the adventures up to this point had completely drained him. She might need to help fix that a little! As her hoof glided down along his spine it arched forward and then he leaned back into her, his jaw falling from the contact. It felt so good, as if he'd been deprived. Probably from so long going without it when he was younger. He let out a sad little whimper in confirmation that yes, that was heartbreaking. A little voice appeared in her mind that dicks are supposed to be used and abused. Probably came from Fear. "Mmmawwww... Mph." Then he let out a frustrated snort, followed by a moan of bliss. "Mmmn..." It felt so good inside. He wriggled around a little, causing the plushie to shift slightly.
The mare chortled, she supposed Fear could nap a little if she had anything to say about it. She could always wake him up soon. But she carefully used that Strong Earth Pony Strength to roll the plushie onto his back.
Another little noise came from the maw of the plush. "Wh-oh!" His eyes went wide as the world started to tumble around him before he fell back with a poompf. Ecstatic, comfy giggles sounded out from inside the plushie as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the suit.
After carefully ensuring he was properly set in, she unzipped to look for that cute li'l stalcolt sheath. "...Mmm. I'm going to take my prize a little early, I think.
His phallus was already pushing out of his furry scabbard a little. The shiny, blunt, licorice-black head protruding from it. In response to her impatience he only giggled harder and wiggled, his cock starting to ease out even further, slumping forward in the air just waiting to be encapsulated in her mouth.
“Mmhmm. Yes..." Lavender parted her lips a little. "...Just to seal the deal, I think? You do a thing I want..." She slips forward, eyes half lidded as she put that length just an inch or so in. She suckles for a moment, air pressure changing and tugging on the dick, before parting. "...And I'll do many, many things you like.."
There was a gasp and a blush crossed Fear's cheeks inside the suit. He tried to thrust up into her but all it did was cause the soft capsule to jiggle from side to side in glee. All while his cock started to unfurl into her mouth. There was excitement buzzing in the air. A feeling of lust and need surrounding her. It was hot and spicy. It sparked on the air and lit up her nerves. It was heavy, heady, and intoxicating. It made one want more. It was hard not to get into the mood with the feelings Fear was putting out there for her to nurse on and be influenced by. His relatively disproportionate penis was a thing to behold when it got to to full mass. The fleshy, slightly rough ebony slag of lumber sticking up in the air, the cockslit spasming in her mouth. The strong medial ring. The fat, studded rim of the flared head. The curtain rod of muscle running along the underside. Those unfortunately small balls churning with seed and magic. All waiting to be in her mouth.
“Mmm.” So good. Lavender didn't even need... Whatever's happening right now. She liked it. She just doesn't need it. She reached forward with an angled hoof, carefully letting the growing phallus push further in. Yes. Sure, the testes are small... But that's not what matters. She can feel it. She can just feel how helpless and wiggly Fear is. Imagining that softness. That helplessness. She shuddered, rubbing her hindlegs together. No, this is her reward for putting up with this whole adventure business, and she's going to savor it.
Rather like the cock in her mouth.
The dick started to fill up her mouth, grinding along the gummy roof and dragging across her tongue. It didn't even nearly form fit, but that didn't matter. Her warm, tight maw felt delightful against his penis and it was starting to push deeper inside, his hips thrusting once and barely managing to dig deeper into her mouth, starting to tap the back of her uvula, tapping it and making it swing back and forth like a pendulum of slick flesh. "Ooohhhn... Nnnh... 'Avvvvyyyyy.... Mmmh..." He sounded so helpless and in bliss, constantly shifting inside and trying to move, but his body was completely encapsulated and bound. And his small body was too weak to move the huge limbs further than a wriggle. Pre started to burst from his cockslit and cover her tongue. It felt gooey and tasted good. A tangy, fruity scent started to waft from inside of the suit. It was his musk. Collecting and building up next to her muzzle as she turned him on further and further.
Pssh. And if there was anything Lavender has had time to train out of herself, it's the gag reflex, so there's no concern of that. "Mmn..hnn..." She closed her eyes, just trying to imagine what it must feel like to be Fearshatter. It helps that he's emitting his emotions fairly hard. Even she can tell that. Not that she cared. ...Not when there's this delightful scent of musk that's just... Oh, gosh, this is the only escape after too many near-death experiences, and something something this is beautiful.
The mare just nurses at that cock, slackening the muscles to ensure that... Yes. That length is very comfortable inside.
Harder moans came from the suit, Fear's hindlegs tensing up and trembling under the plush surface, his breath coming out in huffs and puffs as his eyes rolled back and around, begging her for more. To go deeper. To pull him in so far. His girth throbbed and pulsated inside of her throat when it finally got there, like a living organic being trying to escape from the warm confines of her oral tract. Her secondary love tunnel. More precum spilled out like a leaking dam, coating her throat as his dick bulged out her neck, the shape of his cock forming against the quilty interior of collapsing muscle. More whimpering noises, begging for release, but not nearly for mercy, emit from the muzzle of the suit. He was definitely calling her name, and his emotions were singing her praises. It was like a melody of pleasure wafting from him.
And then she felt a cool paste spreading along her spine, along her back. It felt like it was a sterilizing chemical that came before a shot being spread along her flesh, sending mind bending tingles flowing through her vertebrae. Something was happening. The anticipation was palpable. Something good was going to happen to her. She was going to feel brilliant.
“Nnn.” She didn't entirely understand what's... Going on just there. There's definitely something she's drinking like a good little mare for her... For her Fearshatter. But her back is cold? And.. It... Oh, it feels good. Her eyes open up again widely, as she tried to suckle and do anything she could to pleasure that shaft. Yes. This is so good. Everything is perfect and the way she likes it. Which is why everyone is happy right now.
There was a sharp puncturing sensation that worked through her soul. Then it was as if her shoulders had fallen asleep, static tingles spreading through her. Although it wasn't alarming. If anything it was calming. Like a gently babbling brook flowing through her. It was natural. And it was right. The piercing sensation flowed through her and a warmth spread along the entirety of her soul, cowing her to his will. There was a sensation of comfortable bloating. Like after a good meal. She was getting used to the extra intrusion and the sensation of being filled to the brim with her own emotions. It was happening. It was starting. The coup de grace. She was going to feel so good. And it already felt like Heaven.
Fear's phallus was starting to twitch inside of her mouth and throat. While he might have been hardy and capable of many orgasms over a short period of time, with a small refractory period, he was not by any means a durable a little stal when it came to trying to keep his salty seed inside. He was about to cum inside of her.
“...Mmp?” She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but... Well. It felt good and right. It was nothing to worry about. Not at all. She's just starting to feel... Warm and good all over, and she can sense from those little twitches her belly's about to get a load. Everything is going the way she wants. Sure, her head feels a little funny and familiar, but it's not bad at all, and she wasn't about to turn it down.
Fear twitched and moaned, his member spasming as a load of nut slime started to charge up from his testicles and through the tubes of his cock, deluging forward through the shaft and going down her throat, bursting into her oral cavity and flooding her mouth. Spurts and ropes of foal batter blasting inside and coating the insides of her throat, gunking it up and flowing down into her belly. She could almost feel the living, magically enhanced sperm wriggling deep inside of her. Desperate to get into something warm. To infect her body like some kind of parasite. Attempting to impregnate any and everything. Not that it could, but their DNA was mingling on an intimate level now as the cells copulated with each other. The rest of it on the way to being digested and used as sustenance.
Meanwhile an unending calm passed through her mind, dulling it and leaving her in a quiet yet delirious haze that wouldn't abate. A fog seeping over the crevices in her brain and holding her down. She was being dominated and confined. A soft, comfy mist coating her mind. It was like her entire brain just got wrapped up inside of a weighted blanket. So secure and velvety. It was hard not to almost fall asleep on the spot. The only ounce of discomfort was the fact that her love was there. She needed it out. She needed it to be gone from her. And soon it would. It was starting to get sucked out of her like through a straw, slowly emptying her out. A sense of relief and purpose filled her. Relief at having the anxious-driving love pouring out of her and the purpose of serving Fear's hive. There was nothing better. Like she was serving something greater than herself. She was giving her everything and that was right.
Everything was right. Fear's inner voice cooed to her, telling her what a good filly she was. Such a good, docile doll.
Lavender wasn't entirely sure what was going on, of course. Even if she should. All she knew was... Well. She blew Fear, and now she's having... Some kind of orgasm. Thing. She... She couldn't think good. It's so good. The only discomfort is leaving her body, and...she's a good docile doll. A good, docile empty doll, performing her purpose. She's not sure why she forgot that's what her purpose was, but the memories are back now, and everything is good and better. She's a good girl.
Her belly is warm and full. She is a good girl.
There was a sudden influx of extra warmth and bliss. Like firecrackers going off in her head. Lights flashing attracting all her attention and putting her into an entranced, stupid stupor. Echoing noises filling up her consciousness and keeping her from focusing on anything but how she felt at that present moment, the bursting feelings of tingling sensation in her brain leaving her a slackjawed, drooling mess while his dick was deep inside of her mouth. A smoky, thoughtless haze was left standing. It was as if he'd just injected her with the most potent ecstasy imaginable. A taste of Heaven itself. And all of it. It felt like love. She'd given love for energy, and she'd been shown a sign of something greater than herself in return. It was enough to leave her with empty eyes.
Lavender was... Was definitely drooling. She was not a strong mare. She was a very weak mare, and these sensations had her completely entranced. She can't get a single thought through. She's... She's just good. Everything is good. Her eyes are open, but dull and empty, as the hypnotized mare's muzzle remains buried in the crotch of a Fearshatter plushie.
Fear was licking his lips in delight, as if he'd had much more than his fair share. Much more than his fill. His soul was leaking her love like he'd been drinking milk too fast and it was dribbling down his chin. It was cascading off of him and tickling her soul as it dripped along the shell that contained her spirit. It felt like soft, soothing rain in the desert. Like she'd been deprived of something so pure and tasteful but now it was being returned to her. Refreshing her. Healing her. Taking her pains from sheer tragedy and washing them away even if only temporarily. Taking the physical world and alleviating her burdens. It was hard to stay mad. It was hard to stay anything but euphoric in this state of drugged bliss. The metaphysical fangs pulled out of her back. Emotions bubbled up to the surface but she couldn't focus on any of them as they all solidified, leaving her a hazy mess of... Everything. Love. She had been graced with paradise. She could sleep now if she wanted to. There was nothing stopping her. Not a single thing in the world keeping her from the greatest rest of her life. She could take on any challenge after this. Even if only for a little while. Of course the feeling would fade with time. But it would take awhile, and the memory of feeling this way would always remain.
Lavender wasn't entirely sure what to make of all this. Her love was washed back on her. Well. No, she didn't know that. She knew she felt good. She just knew that everything was beautiful and she was so tired. And she is good and everything is good. She slowly pulled herself off of the cock, as if possessed, and dragged herself up slowly onto her plushie Fear. Wordlessly, well... She just collapsed on her pillow, atop him. Guess he's not going anywhere~
It had been about a week of vacation time in Fear's house, and there was still a heavy air of enthusiasm within. He was absolutely ecstatic, trotting around in circles on the fuzzy purple carpet. He didn't know exactly what Lavender had in mind for him today but either way he was excited. All he knew was it involved his beloved and most favorite past time: hypnosis. Better than hallucinogens which were more of a wild ride. And better than alcohol which dulled his sixth sense and muddled emotions and everything else together – not to mention the hangovers.
They'd already spent a week just cuddling with each other, with Fear eating away at Lavvy's tragedies, traumas, and negative emotions over and over again, giving her time to heal in the best way possible. He trot up next to her and nuzzled into her collar bone with his muzzle, giving her little licks and nips along the neck.
“...Mmm. It's been a nice vacation from the weirdness. A nice break,” she stated off-hoofedly, Fear giving an agreeable, emphatic, wild nod in response. ...Also, a period of time she can perhaps try something without everypony making jokes about it for a Celestia damned week. She wasn't sure it was healthy to have all of her negative emotions eaten, but it feels delightful, and she hadn't gotten this far by being concerned with the long-term ramifications of her actions. She wasn't going to start now. She's a small details kind of pony.
The mare giggled a little, brushing underneath Fear's chin with a hoof. "Yes, darling, it gets to be your turn for once," she teased. "For at least a little while."
Fearei could feel her delight at their situation. It was making him giggle uncontrollably like a filly, tilting his head to the side and laughing to the heavens. He'd been enjoying his time with her too, now that all this madmare business was taken care of. It was absolutely enthralling and he couldn't get enough of it. He didn't mind the joking himself too much, but it was nice to have a little privacy and not be interrupted every few seconds by Deviled's jealousy, which she was slowly getting over. He gave her another nibble along her furry flesh, before pulling away and sighing in bliss, feeling the hoof trace along the underside of his chin. "Yaaaaay!" He cheered like an excitable colt, falling to his haunches and throwing his forelegs in the air in glee.
“Mmhmmm.” She nosed at him. "...Alright. You get up on the bed now. Bellyup." She nudged him a little bit with her muzzle. "I don't want you falling over on me," She insisted, "...Not this time." Yes. Maybe next time.
The short stallion giggled behind a curled hoof rather femininely, his cheeks risen in amusement. With a sharp turn and a flick of his tail across her face, teasing her, he hopped up onto the circular bed and slowly settled himself down on his back, pushing out his hindlegs straight ahead and holding his forelegs curled against his belly. "Lavvy! Lavvy! Lavvy! I can't wait!" He was so excited!
Lavender took a deep breath, sliding onto the bed. "Well," She said gently, tracing a pattern on his belly with a hooftip. "If you're too excited, how are you going to go under?" The flat of her hoof was left on his stomach, as she nosed in at him.
There was tension in Fear's body for a moment as the hoof touched his sensitive area, before relaxing and going limp, leaning toward her a little. He nodded once, realizing the trouble of that, and nosed her back, his snoot smearing against hers. He took a deep breath through his nose, building it up in his lungs and holding it, before slowly exhaling through his maw. Trying to calm down. He couldn't wait to go under. Just... So delightful being mindless. He lowered a forehoof to gently caress hers.
"Mmhmm. That's it, darling. Breathe in... One... Two..." She smiled.
Fear focused on her words, his ears flicking once as his eyes lid a little. Breathing in through his snout once more. Drawing in oxygen and leaving his head and lungs feeling heavy, before his eyes fluttered and he held it in,
"And breathe out... One... Two." With her free hoof, she dangled a little glass prism on a string. It's not magical. Just pretty and sparkly.
Oxygen left the short stallion's lungs through his mouth, flowing over his tongue and escaping into the atmosphere. Fear tried not to get excited at seeing the prism, knowing it held the possibilities for all sorts of delicious relaxation. He watched the sprites of light bounce off of it.
"Breathe in... One... Two...”
More air pulled into his lungs. He held it close like valuable gems.
“Breathe out... One... Two..." She could just use the trigger, but... No. Sometimes you want to make this slow, and delightful, and worth sinking into like a warm bath.
Innn... Out... Innn... Out... Innn...... Out..... Fear could feel himself getting less focused, head feeling light as he tried to concentrate on the crystal. It felt like he was falling backwards into oblivion. All while following her words and patterning his breathing to match. Over... And over again.
And that was good.
Lavender continued lazily waving the prism back and forth. "That's it, darling. Just let your eyes rest on the pendant, as it swings back and forth... And breathe in... And out. That's all you need to do. Breathe and watch.... Watch... And breathe. And breathe... And watch...." She repeats like a soft mantra, keeping her voice monotone and rhythmic.
Her subject continued following it with his eyes, back and forth, Fear's jaw starting to droop lower and lower, a little drool collecting at the side of his mouth, tongue hanging out just a bit. His instincts tried to keep him from going under but after doing it so much it was so. So much easier. He could feel himself leaning away and falling. Falling. Deeper and deeper. His eyes tracing the pendant's path. Holding onto it like a lifeline as he dug himself deeper into bliss. It was getting harder to think. Lavvy's voice was so captivating for his mind. It felt like a massage. With warm oils. Lubing him up and forcing him to sink deeper into a thoughtless haze. A cozy little box where he could hide from the world.
Lavender always made safe, warm boxes to hide in. "That's it. You're safe here. Safe and warm in your cozy little box..." She says cozily. "Only my voice, and the warmth all around you. Warm... Safe... Comfortable. Breathing so deeply now. Feeling so good in your trance..." She smiled. "Those sleepy glows," There, now you strengthen the trigger... Naturally. "Bringing you ever deeper... Ever more comfortable...”
Fear smiled like a doofus, his mouth hanging open, his eyes lolling from side to side, having a hard time following the crystal. It was like he was falling into REM sleep that was solely focused on Lavender's entire being. He couldn't stop descending. He was having a hard time keeping his hooves on the chain. The oils lubricating it. Not that he minded. He felt no fear that he was going to fall. Just glorious anticipation. His body melting into the box below. Holding him tight. Fear submerged himself in the trance, barely fighting it. Drooling haphazardly on the pillow below him. He felt so heated and comfy. Cozy. Sleepy... Sleepy Glows... Not that he knew it was his phrase. The key on his mind started to pulsate and suppress his brain, holding him down. Unlocking him for her use. His mind fell deeper, unable to hang on. "Ghhh.... Lah...." He tried to get out her name but it came out as an incoherent groan.
"Mmh. That's it. That's it..." Lavvy praised him, rubbing small soothing circles on his bellyfur. "It's okay to be quiet. It's okay to just sink quietly into trance. Deeper. Hearing my voice filter through to your deepest subconscious mind, because it's safe and good to listen to Lavender," she continued. "Such a good boy..."
"Ghh... Hhh..." His breathing was getting a little shallow and slow. Gradual. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the circles traced along his belly, leaving marks in the fluff. He felt his voice diminishing in time to her words, falling deeper. Unable to keep his eyes focused on the crystal. He tried. But they kept slipping off and away. Her voice echoed in his mind. Going in deep. Past every defense mechanism the strong stalt ever had. It was completely safe and good to listen to Lavender. He was a good boy. Her good boy. His eyes started to close. They were getting too heavy. Thick. He felt like he was covered in warm sand holding him down.
Lavender took a breath. "Alright, darling. Very deep now. Very deep. In touch with your deepest, most real self~" she said. "...So important to share this warmth. So nice to share the warmth and comfort with those you care about..." She added slowly. "Just imagining the warm body of your favorite Lavender, stuffed full of eggs and there to cuddle you as you lay there, warm and safe. It would feel so nice, wouldn't it..." It wasn't a question.
The prone, face up stallion felt himself touching something. Something quiet and vulnerable. Something so tender and real. A him that had been hidden away and protected. It started to come to the forefront as he went in deeper, his conscious falling and his subconscious rising to the top. It was right to share the warmth with everypony he cared about. It was always right. Images of Lavender's provocative body came to his mind. Of him mounting her. Perching atop her body and slowly filling her with eggs, the orgasmic bliss of every pump into her. To cuddle with her. He nodded absentmindedly, his jaw hanging open. A trail of drool along his cheek dribbling downward.
"That's it, darling. Just imagine that. When you wake up... Just feel that image still burning in your mind. That idea," She managed to hold composure, as excited as she is. "...Give that dormant part of yourself a chance to be free..."
The tiny stallion nodded dreamily, his eyes rolling around in his sockets like they were free roaming, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and his head leaning back in a deep sleep, her words touching that delicate part of himself deep inside and wrapping around it. Influencing it. Squeezing it. Manipulating it. Telling it what it needed and giving him extra purpose. It could feel her warmth and love. It started to come to the forefront. The desire to fill Lavender with eggs to the point she looked pregnant. Then paste her nethers with goo. Let it morph to thick resin.
Lavender was probably making poor life choices, but that wasn't going to stop her now, as she leaned in to smooch that entranced boy on the lips. And Fear's lips gently muttered something as a counter. Or at least that's how it looked as they quivered and shifted. But really he was just trying to kiss back reflexively. The mare's voice came out as a soothing drone. "Alright. That's it. Now... I think you ought to take a breath now, feel yourself slowly waking. Slowly returning. Feeling more rested. More awake. Let that excitement back into you..."
Fear listened to her closely, feeling himself slowly coming out of the box. The sand sifting off of his body. Leaving him feeling warm and safe still. So cozy and stiff. His eyelids began to peel back. Slowly. Just cracking one eye open, then another. His excitement coming back to him. The desire to fill Lavender with eggs so strong. His smile seemed permanent now, smacking his lips as he stared at her through lidded eyes.
Lavender slowly rubbed at Fear's tummy again, kissing his snout, which wrinkled up like a scrunchy before unraveling again like an accordion. "And that, of course, is how I keep you wearing makeup and cute silk panties," she says impishly.
Fear giggled delightedly, his horn lighting up with thaumic energy and decreasing his and her weight. Warm vanilla aura wrapping around the two of them. He started to push her up and off, rolling them to the side, bringing his weight back and using it to pin her to the bed. "And I love wearing those. You're gonna have to dress me up again soon. Make a day out of it. But for now I have this deep urge to give you my eggs Lavvy. And there's nothing you can do to stop me right now. I need to do this. I need to breed." He leaned down, tilting his head to the side, his lips locking with hers and his tongue forcing into her mouth rather bluntly, the broad, flat appendage holding her tongue down and wrestling with it. Making careful and deliberate approaches with the tip and sides, a series of batting motions that tickled and tantalized, moving to firm and lustful strokes along the sides and underside. Weaving a tessellation together. All while his magic started to massage his taint, his large ebony lumber already unfurled and grinding between her legs. He was moaning into her mouth, drooling along her face, still slightly entranced, as awake as he was.
Lavender was pinned down! What a development! She wiggled a little, mock surprise on her face. "...Well~" She says. "That's s--mmrph!" ...Alright, she hadn't expected that part. Not that she minded, the mare shifting beneath Fear's rough advances. Yes. This was a terrible idea. But a deliciously terrible idea. She can make him get her ice cream later.
And Fear would get her all the ice cream in the world, and probably eat a little of her pie while he was at it if he could. Not that she usually allowed that. But that was fine. He started to push his blunt headed flare against her thick vaginal lips, grinding into her folds and slowly spreading her apart, stretching her entrance across his cock. It felt bigger than ever. It was throbbing. So full of life. It seemed to wriggle against her like a snake. Or was that her imagination? Magic was powering through him as the tubes above his taint switched, transitioning away from his balls and connecting to his brimming egg pouch, seamlessly merging with the duct in his shaft. Fear rocked back and forth, expanding her wider, her canal molding to his cock. Her pussy schlicking from the smacking of their hips. All while his tongue continued invading her, breathing through his nose, warm air splashing along her muzzle. Not giving her a chance to catch her breath. Not yet at least. He was going to leave her gasping for air and wanting more.
Emotions flooded the area. Spicy, spine-tingling lust. It was seeping into her. Caressing the cracks of her brain.
Aa.. That length of Fear's. It's... Mm. Exotic. And... Possibly moving of its own accord? It's hard to tell. He's doing some weird magics. Magics that feel fantastic. The kiss was equally distracting, and she's... Certainly having to struggle to breathe enough. It's hard to mind, though. She could feel the lust radiating off of him. She's not even an empath. But right now, she could just feel her mind soaking it in, and... Mm. Nothing mattered. Just the oncoming pleasure. It's like a train she can see coming along the tracks, tooting its horn, headlight flaring, urging her to get out of the way. But she doesn't want to. She wants to catch it and ride it to its destination.
Fear's penis undulated inside of her, making her love tunnel stretch and groan with pleasure. Lavender felt her other organs shifting about. It was a strange sensation. A little squelchy. He was thrusting in and out at a slow pace as his dickslit started to transform, turning from a vertical line to an 'X.' His curved head turning into petals.
Every time his hot rod kissed her cervical entrance it smeared a little neon green lubricating paste on it. That familiar numbing fluid which coaxed it into to dilating for him. So that she could take his eggs. The anticipation was palpable. And the lust was never ending. Purpose started to fill her. Taking eggs for the hive. There was nothing better. It was like she was having her emotions eaten all over again, but in a different way. She could make a difference if she took these eggs for Fear. And she didn't even have to work hard. All she had to do was sit back and relax. And she would change the world without any effort.
Even if they were unfertilized.
His tongue continued mashing against hers, entwining with it and holding it down, rounding it around in circles before pulling out with a pop and nibbling on her lower lip, giving her little smooches and passionately nipping her.
Lavender meanwhile wasn't remotely sure how these emotions or the biology work, but... It's hard to argue with. It feels amazing. Her insides are numbing, but in a pleasant way. She's.... She's doing something good and right. Hypnotizing Fear into doing this was the best idea. She'll need to do it more. Having Fear's eggs is the most important thing she could do as a pony. She'll be doing something so important, and good...
It's overwhelming. She can feel those old feelings from the last time flooding back. She's a good girl....
Fear slowly cooed to her what a good dolly she was for taking his eggs. How pleasant and docile she was. Reaching up to her ears as much as he could and whispering delightful sweet nothings into the roots, sending her brain on fire with a need for more. The compliments being showered on her making her blossom inside like a flower. It was hard not to feel absolutely ecstatic about her place in life right now as he began to pump in and out, working into her, pounding like a piston and stimulating his penis within her collapsing, rippling walls. Forcing her to feel good. Making her clit feel like it was being torn from either side due to the stretching. And then he stopped with a final thrust in to her as his cock head popped into her cervix. It gave one final undulation before it started to squirm and spasm. Twitching inside of her like an insect. So exotic and weird. So absolutely sexual and lewd. One of three eggs started to move through his tubes, bulging out his member and giving him a rushing sensation of pleasure. It was like one prolonged orgasm, synapses firing off in his head like mortar fire, exploding everywhere and leaving his mind a battered mess. He huffed and panted against her, air flowing into her ear canal. It was moist. Peristalsis moved the egg up along his veiny shaft, the petals on its head opening up, revealing thick, fluctuating, tubular, lime-green cilia on the inside. Carefully passing it along until it deposited into her womb with a hearty, wet plop. That was one. And it was so big. As big as one of the ones he'd originally settled in her what felt like so long ago. She could feel the weight. She was doing something so right.
“Ahh... Ahhh...” Lavender felt so incredible. Unimaginable. The small pains in her body nothing compared to the unceasing pleasure of his words and shaft within her, and as she hit her climax, it... It just... It doesn't stop. It just never stops, as the mare's mind burns white hot. She can feel the first egg within her. Yes. This was the right thing. She needs to make Fear breed her. That's just how things need to happen... Changelings might be a little dangerous. But she doesn't care. It's a danger she's enticed by.
Fear cooed to her in between his successive orgasms, licking her face as his moist breath flowed onto her. Making her warm. It was like she was in a small jungle, and it just added to the exotic pleasure of having eggs stuffed inside of her. Unfertilized organic orbs deposited within her.
As the egg plopped out a flood of green, tangy, nutritious goop burst out and coated the walls of her uterus, making it tingle inside with how heated it was. It felt so right. It was for her changeling/pony foals. Not that she was going to have any. Another egg started to push out desperately along his member, distending the shaft and sqlorching along as it surged into her. This one was a little smaller, and a bit more disappointing, but it made that hope that the next one would be even bigger than the previous one so much more potent. That she'd be able to give birth to such large bug foals. It slipped out of his twitching, spasming cock and fell inside of her, weighing her down even more. She already looked slightly pregnant by a few months. Another gush of nutritious fluid came out, this deposit more significant than the last. It felt like her insides were burning with pleasure and tingles.
Lavender though is hardly worried. Every egg is good. And important. The mare shivers and shudders, unable to mind much of anything as she fills further and further. The slowly taut pulling of her furred skin. Everything is a vindication of her being a good dolly, in the strange bugjungle~
Fear's breathing was coming out in intense gasping shudders too, his tongue hanging out and his eyes lolling back. The consecutive orgasms were draining his thoughts away like another trance, but this one so much more fuzzy and fluffy. He felt like cotton candy was filling his skull and making his brain tickle. But he didn't stop. He pumped one more time as the next orgasm fucked through him and into her, the egg flooding down his genitals and heaving on through, going down the tract filled with cilia, being pushed along until it got to the end. It was right at her cervix and it was so close to being inside. It was huge. It was so fucking big. It wasn't coming out. It was stuck. She needed to squeeze. She needed it inside of her. Maybe wiggle a little.
“..Mmnnn?” Now, everything was fantastic. But things are slightly less fantastic than they could be right this very second. She knew what to do. Her insides clench, and she moves her hindlegs to try to widen her hips, alternating her movements. Undulating. Anything. She needs that egg within her.
It ended up taking about a minute of furious humping and adjusting but eventually the egg popped through her internal entrance. Injecting, and plunking out into her womb. Leaving her with the most weight of all, along with the most delicious flood of green juice she'd ever experienced. Her entire insides were burning with bliss and it wasn't ending. If she slept like this she'd have nothing but pleasant dreams. All about having Fear's bug foals. No worries whatsoever during it. Even if it wasn't her biggest, most personal fantasy. Contributing to the hive with no effort at all. Of course she'd have to put in a little effort to get that last egg out of her when it was ready to come out but...
Fear gasped for air as the last orgasm passed through his mind. His brain was completely fuzzy and numb, unable to think as the egregious sensation hammered into his skull, leaving him feeling like nails of pleasure were being driven in and yanked out violently, leaving him empty for breath and heavily disoriented. Mind fogged over to the utmost to the point his eyes were crossing from the strain of just trying to remain aware. All he knew was that he'd done his instincts proud. And that purpose so deep inside the vulnerable, tender part of his insides had been given was now accomplished. He felt absolutely satisfied. He dragged his hooves along her belly like he was marking her before slowly pulling out with a wet schlup. It sounded like a boot being shoved into a puddle of mud. His cock was dangling and droopy. Covered in lime green and clear fluids. There was a long, drawn out sigh as he worked his jaw, rolling it around in circles before getting up next to her cunt and starting to fill the glands in his teeth with magic, the substance that mixed with it starting to form into gooey resin. He spurt it out through the holes in his teeth like the quarter changeling he was and seamlessly “sewed” her snatch shut. Keeping the gaping entrance completely covered. It wouldn't be coming off til he thought she was ready. Of course she knew he could trust him not to parade her around. Much. He was proud of her for taking his eggs after all.
Lavender was probably going to pass out. No she definitely was. She was so tired. And happy. And good. The mare was left docile, dreamy, and delirious even as Fear pulled out, the sudden warm splash on her slit...misconstrued as something else, for now. Not that she minds. Everything is fine. And wonderful. It felt good. She felt good. Everything was beautiful. She may not get up for a very, very long while, but everything was good.
The diminutive stallion started to crawl up onto her, wrapping his forelegs around her and squeezing her tight against his smaller body, cradling her and spooning her. "Such a good little dolly. My blissful little filly." He gave her a smooch on the cheek as he ground his flaccid cock against her flanks. It felt weird having a cock against her cutie mark, just barely grazing it. With bits of warm, tangy nutritious slime – magically enhanced – smearing all over it and leaving her very destiny tingling.
Slowly and dazedly Lavvy nodded. "Mmm... Hmm..." She smiled sleepily, nuzzling into him. The cock against her cutie mark really wasn't the strangest feeling, comparatively. Not compared to her stuffed womb, even if her destiny is somehow tickling. She's not sure that's how things work, and her family works with destiny. Or fighting it at least. But she's also just a good dolly who doesn't need to know things.
The living room was a fantastic place to be when not in the master bedroom. The floor was made of mahogany boards with tassle-tipped rugs that had small designs covering them. Some of them diamond in shape, others with a floral pattern. The wood felt good against the hooves, and the rugs were oddly warm. Almost as if they were electric. If one had been searching for warmth after waking up and finding a cold floor, these rugs were where you wanted to be. A cat could easily curl up on them and fall asleep for hours. Against the wall was a large TV, and some old comic books organized underneath it. Across from it was a large, fluffy couch that was, unlike some of the other household things, not stylized and just a boring beige. However, as plain as it was, there was a small table shoved into it that could be pulled out, like a coffee table, a small cupboard in it that contained science magazines, linguistics magazines, pharmaceutical magazines, and remotes for the TV. In the corner was a long bookcase full of a variety of old litgames, manga, fiction, non-fiction, comics, old textbooks, some vinyl disc sleeves, and a number of other things (including his grandpa's old pun books), with a few trinkets and family portraits (most of them of his mother and a young Fearshatter at different places around Equus, with a couple pictures of his grandfather and grandmother) dotting the shelves. Some items more worn than others. On an end table next to the bookcase was a small gramophone. In another corner was a large, warmed habitat that had a number of knotted lumber cut apart and jammed together, as if from a forest, to create an interesting environment with small hiding places, for Fear's prized tarantula "David." The large tank had a shunt that connected it to a smaller tank filled with a couple crickets, a caterpillar, and one or two house spiders, though magic could also be used to levitate them into the main tank. Across from the front door was a doorway that had no door, only lines of rainbow beads falling across it. Inside was a kitchen, though it was clearly not often used. In the corner closest to the front door was a set of mahogany stairs. Next to a very bright standing lamp that was in the only unused corner, were Fear's and Lavender's saddlebags, Lavvy's laying atop Fear's like a protective, dominating force. The walls were sparse and painted in forest green.
Fearei had probably valiantly delivered the world from destruction two months earlier. A month and a half ago, he and Lavender Cream decided to take some time off. The main thing Fear had discovered, in that time, was that while Lavvy had been kinky, she had been thoroughly limited by the needs of travelling light.
Lavender wasn't limited anymore. Certainly, yes, occasionally she would take his eggs and hold onto them inside her, even if it meant she had to waddle around. But Fear could easily end up spending a weekend unable to focus his eyes or pronounce words or do anything but ride back and forth on the rocking horse Lavender had prepared, with deftly lubricated toys sliding into his rear and doing terrible, lovely things to his shaft.
This was, in fact, one of those weekends, and as Lavender flicked a light on, and it flashed in just a certain way, Fear could...see and speak again. What was the difference? Fear had flicked that light off and on himself and it never mattered.
He'd have to find out another time. He was feeling lucid again, on the couch with his precious Lavvy.
Fearshatter had been absolutely delighted by everything Lavender was and could be, doting over her and adoring her over this period, taking turns making meals together and overall just spending the utmost of time with one another. His muzzle had this cute way of wrinkling up like a scrunchy, giving a little snort, and squeezing his eyes shut like he was about to sneeze when he was ecstatic and euphoric. It was absolutely delightful and was on par in cuteness with that coltish smile of his. He especially made that adorable little face when he was on the verge of orgasm and being pushed over the edge over and over again, letting out animalistic neighs and whinnies amidst his bliss. Fear felt light return to his senses as "consciousness" came back. He looked up at her, smiling deliriously, tilting his head to the side. There was nothing but unending love in his glowing gaze. He found himself panting for some reason. Had he been doing something athletic? Whatever, it didn't matter. He was with Lavvy. He giggled in delight, his entire body flexing as he tried to move toward her on the couch.
And that's when Fear notices. Lavender is wearing a cute silken housecoat, sure. And those are definitely cute silk purple panties underneath. ...They are, however, bulging oddly. Not in the 'Lavvy has a cock' manner, but in the 'how many pairs is she wearing' way? Or something like a cushion? Fear isn't restrained too much. Certainly, those cute green bracelets on his legs definitely have magnets, and they do sort of click together nicely, and it does feel nice to let them stay together, but he's not restrained, restrained.
Fearei nearly gasped, his eyes crossing as he looked at her. Trying to figure out the mystery of the bulging panties. He tilted his head to the side, trying to move his body. Finding his legs magnetized together. He didn't try to move any further after that. Bonds were a very good thing. They kept him still and secure. His eyes start to raise upward, looking toward her face. Then he smiles that charming, doofy smile. "Hi Lavvy." He sounded so scrumptious. If she was a changeling she could eat all of that cute.
Lavender occasionally regrets that she cannot eat Fear's cute. She can, however, look at him and sip her chai tea. ...From a foal's bottle. She looks at him appraisingly, nodding. Fear could easily pull his legs apart if he wanted. But he won't. She already knows. He's a good boy.
"...Mm. You know? You never spill anything with these. They're delightful," She says.
Fear saw that foal's bottle and finally did gasp. Things weren't quite... Connecting. Foal's bottle? Bulging panties. How confusing! Fear was a little out of it from the whole month they'd spent together. His mind was a little dull. He'd need some time to recover after everything. But at least he wasn't an anxious mess with nightmares anymore! Nightmares of madmares killing everypony he loved. Fear definitely wouldn't pull his legs apart. It was much better to stay bound. For Lavender. He was good. He was a good boy. He panted like a good boy. He looked up at her, his tail wagging back and forth like a puppy. "R-really?" He was completely receptive to her wishes in this modified, weakened state. It was amazing what so much relaxation could due to a pony's inhibitions long-term.
She's probably doing a good thing with that? It's one of those awkward questions. "Oh, yes, darling. Would you like to try?" She passes over the bottle. Should Fear try it, it... Well. It's definitely a comfortable, adult pony-sized nipple to suckle on. Really, to be fair, there are sports drinks that require the same motion. It's completely rational and fine. "...I hadn't gotten to indulge in some of my various... More unusual desires on our adventures, you understand. There are things that have... Shipping times."
The short stallion grabbed the bottle in his magic, doing that thing where his lips parted and eyes widened in curiosity, as if to pull in as much of his new area of interest as possible, head cocked slightly. He brought the container to his lips and wrapped them around the rubber nipple. It reminded him of Vee a little. He closed his eyes gently and bit down. Gently sucking. He felt a trickle. The tea was nice. And extra calming. There was nothing he could really put into place as far as puzzle pieces went. Everything seemed okay. Her rational conclusion was the one he came to as well. He nodded along as the liquid drained down his throat. Oh my, how he fit into the role.
Lavender was pretty sure this was going to be the best thing. Sure, everything else was the best thing, but this was going to be double best? Or something?
"Mmm. That's a good boy~" She coos. "...Mm. You know, if you want to be even comfier, darling.." She said. "I have more of these.." She rubs at that silk set of panties, and it adjusts slightly – yes, it's a silk set of panties over a... Sizable thick pink diaper. Pristine, crinkly, and... Alarmingly soft looking. As soft as the pillows Lavender loves so much. As soft as the pillows on the couch.
Fear smiled from ear to ear from the praise, said ears giving a little flick as he tilted the bottle up into the air, guzzling the stream of tea. His neck undulating from top to bottom over and over again before pulling it back down. He looked to her as he floated the bottle back to her. He licked his lips greedily. It felt so... Cozy. He was becoming even more receptive. Looking at her with lidded eyes as she slowly brought him more into her interests. He looks at it strangely for a bit. Trying to fully understand what's going on. He can hear them crinkle when she adjusts. His ears twitch to the sound. It was weird. But they looked so smooth. And squishy. It reminded him of the plushie version of himself she'd stuck him in during their time together, and looked just as comfy. "Mmh... I... I suppose?" He wasn't going to turn her down. Not after all this time. Not like this. Not for something so seemingly trivial. It was a diaper. And he hadn't worn one since he was the foalest of foals. He didn't even have a memory of it. But he was willing.
“Mmm. Beautiful, darling." She takes the bottle, and puts it down to the side. "Mm. I know, I know. But it's like wearing a pillow." She explains, before sliding across the couch towards Fear. She presses firmly to his chest, ruffling it a bit before moving forward to leave him on his back, staring up at the ceiling. "...and you know how I am about soft, cute things. I mean, you know how I am about you..."
Fearei slowly relaxed in her words. Like wearing a pillow. It didn't have to be... Messy. If he didn't want it to be. Right? He feels her near and looks up at her again, his captivating face like an adoring puppy. He was entrancing in his own right. Charismatic. And magnetic. He drew her in, especially with those friendly, glowing blue eyes. It was hard to look away sometimes, especially over the time they'd spent together. Fear slowly glides backwards until he's laying on his spine, gazing up at the rough popcorn ceiling. He absolutely d'awwed from the compliment, soaking it in like he was a flower desperate for the sun's rays. "Doesn't need to be... Messy. Right?" The implication and worry was clear. And so easily swept aside with a simple answer.
Well, the plush suit was clean of pretty much anything that wasn't protein based. But, you know, Lavender didn't get this far into a life of wanton hedonism without learning how to clean that out of things.
"Literally cleaner than your panty drawer and you know it, Fear." The small stallion in question just blushed with a squeak and grinned, ashamed of some of the cum stains.
And certainly, Lavender could lose herself in those hypnotic eyes. And to some extent, maybe she'd even do that later. But for right now, she had ideas in her head, and those ideas were not currently manifested in reality. She needed that fixed. And so, she gingerly slid away from the quarter-Changeling, leaning over to retrieve...
Well, alright. It's also pink. She didn't buy one to coordinate with his colors. ...Yet. ...And Fear liked pink! So that was okay. Pink was his favorite color. Especially hot pink. It was warm like him. But not aggressive like red. Also like him. Fear liked pink.
The rustling of the plastic shifts beneath Fear's flanks, and he's resting on...well, it's like sitting on a pile of cotton balls, really. And then with another maneuver, the front flap is pulled up, and the two side flaps are pulled over. Tape is pulled, and applied, and Fear, the colt in a stallion's body that he is, is left... Well. It's probably a good thing nopony else is in the house.
Because he is adorable in the damn thing. What Fear found is that his hindlegs don't quite close. Not all the way. It doesn't aggressively press against his sheathe or anything directly lewd, but there's a gentle brushing. It's a bit like if his favorite silk panties – and goodness knows Lavender's aware of his collection of those – just sort of decided to hug and nuzzle at his crotch gently.
It's like sitting inside a pillow, really. And besides, who has time to worry about it when Lavvy's busy nibbling on his ear now?
Fear cranes his head up and toward her, feeling the plastic under him, his ears twisting. His body feels like it's floating on a cloud. Of course he'd hung out on a cloud once with Vee. It had been fantastic. He'd also flown in the sky with her multiple times. Of course she'd had to carry him, but still. He felt something pressing up against his crotch, resting against his sheathe and ponut. Holding it loosely. It felt... Oh wow that was REALLY mushy. Pliable. And squishy. His smile returned and he giggled, shaking his head from side to side. He felt it hugging around him. But not even slightly out of place. He feels like he's wearing air. But it's the most velvety, spongy, caressing air ever. And its holding up his small balls. Like in zero g. He lets out a sigh of bliss. And quickly found out that he wouldn't be able to walk normally like this. Which was fine. He could feel Lavvy squeeing on the inside with his sixth sense and it made him inhale deeply through his snout. This was definitely like wearing a pillow. A huge, fluffy, crinkly pillow. Fear didn't even notice her standing over him and leaning to nibble on those ears of his, which tingled in Heavenly bliss, the teeth grinding against the bone and making him lean into her mouth. "Lav... L-Lavvy..." He moaned.
“Mmmhmm. That's it, right? It's almost addictive unto itself. That feeling of when you were warm, safe, cared for... Helpless," She added, slowly retrieving something from her coat pocket so to speak.
The small stallion's eyelids fluttered from the sensation of the diaper creeping up into him. His chest rose and his jaw lowered, all while those teeth continued nipping at his sensitive ears. Listening to her intently. "But... But consta-"He was cut off, his eyes widening when he feels something enter his mouth.
He realizes what it is just as the pacifier is popped into his mouth. It's very easy to just suckle once, and then reflex will probably take over. It's honestly harder not to suckle on the little silicone thing, even for a pony who isn't as...trained as Fear is. Not all that training's even Lavender's fault, which has always amused her a little.
"...The best part is, this way I can put little toys in you without having to clean every sheet and blanket in the vicinity.."
Fear bit down on it rather eagerly. He felt weird doing it. He's not used to being treated like a foal. But he sucks on it. It pulls into his mouth a little deeper. The rim presses against his lips like a cap. He rolls his eyes. And suckles again. He tries to resist. But it happens once more. And before he knows it he's nursing on it and moaning. His back arched up into her, their barrels touching, their diapers crinkling together when she mentions using toys on him. He likes toys.
The mare giggles, mock-grinding back against him. "Goodness, I do wonder what you were going to say," She says, brushing his mane aside with the tip of a hoof. "...But I'm sure you'll find the time to say it... At some point." She concludes with a smile. "...I'm never going to let you have those nightmares again, you know~ No matter what it takes."
Fear can't quite giggle. Too busy sucking. It's hard to focus on anything else. It's so secure and... Ugh. He's falling into it hook line and sinker. He's pretty sure she manipulated him into this but he can't prove it. And he doesn't care. It's too nice. He feels safe and comfortable in his new diaper and with the pacifier in his mouth. His eyes are lidded. Feeling her teasing him. It feels nice. And when that hoof draws through his mane, along his scalp, he starts to drool like a baby, groaning. He doesn't want to say anything right now. It's too much effort. As she speaks of his nightmares. The nightmares that had been plaguing him ever since the PTSD started... He sighed and smiled at her, drawing a little harder on that chewy toy with thin lips. He just about goes limp under her. Still gliding their diapers together and making that noise he was getting so accustomed to.
Lavender smiled. "...Of course, if I was going to do this to you--and let's not pretend it wasn't a terrible fiendish plan on my part--" She giggled. "...Well, not letting you complete the image would be cruel of me." She slowly, carefully, pulled Fear down just a bit.
"...I mean, you're never getting me with foal, darling, but that doesn't mean there aren't means to simulate some of that. ...And I'm sure you're still thirsty." ..The real question in Lavender's mind, of course, is if Fear can manage to stop suckling on the pacifier long enough to spit it out and nurse from her. Which would be cute.
Fear fucking knew it. He grinned up at her with lidded eyes, blinking once. His body twisted slightly under her before readjusting back to normal. He had a knowing gaze lingering in his dimming eyes. It was hard to focus. Too relaxed. Chewing on the pacifier and sucking on it. He feels himself start to slide down. His chin dipped downward and he starts to get a whiff of her intent. His lust and love for her spiked all at once. It was incredible. She could almost feel the change in the air after she mentioned simulation. Sure he wanted a family. But if he could pretend to be the baby then... And have her attention then... Maybe... He'd be able to see her in more than one light. And have a bigger family nonetheless. A bigger hive. He was thirsty. And the tool for foals wasn't quite feeding him. He can see where she's going with this. He thinks. And with great effort lets the pacifier fall from his mouth, as if forgetting he had a horn. It was difficult sometimes in this state. Instinct didn't always come to the forefront. And neither did common sense.
And Lavvy can sense Fear's emissions of emotion. Which... Again, is weird for her, but kind of delightfully exotic. "That's it, darling..." She says, slowly tussling his mane again. "I'm taking care of you, right? It's only natural. It's alright... Go on." ...Sure, magical potions for lactation were... Not on her list, normally, but this was adorable and maybe she wanted a chance to try it. It's a new experience! Just like Fear's appreciating this new one.
The coltish stallion's mane ruffles to and fro in her hoof. He sighs in relief, warm air spraying from his nostrils and tickling along her left teat, moistening it in a really tantalizing way. He was so close. Fear moved his lips hesitantly up to her, afraid at first she'd pull it away. But with encouragement he eventually closes his eyes and goes in for the kill, wrapping his lips around it and nearly devouring it, to the point of even having the areola in his mouth. Pulling it close. His lips nursed carefully on it. Almost roughly. There was a tingle running through it. It felt itchy. But something was suddenly scratching it away. Fear's tongue mashed against the nipple and the tip started wriggling and flicking against it, clucking along and making it quiver. Giving deliberate, sugary sweeps. Firm, lustful strokes. Slurping away at it and leaving a cool, thin film of soothing saliva running along it like a salve.
Lavender stayed quite still, even as it..tickled a little. Felt a little strange, even, at first, before...well, it's clearly working. The mare is giving milk to Fear. Of course, it's nothing special or magical or mind-controlling. No, those are the sorts of complicated things you do on the second, or third attempt. For right now, it's just a mare and a stallion, one of whom thinks he's a nursing foal, on an incredibly soft couch and now, no matter what...
Lavender gets to watch her shows, instead of Fear's damn anime. worth every minute.