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 was a good day.

Author's Note

First fanfic in a long while written with the help of a friend. Please let me know what you think in the comments!

Hope you enjoyed.