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.

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