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.

Author's Note

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