*Sigh* Okay.

You set the fairy down between your legs, lay back, and use your fingers to gingerly pull your labia open. The fairy dives in quickly, trying to crawl her way back into your womb. You shiver with the stimulation of her small hands grabbing onto your folds. She's definitely struggling to progress as the combination of your pussy juices and rhythmic squeezing keeps making her slide back again. Wanting to finish this fast, you reach in with your fingers and start pushing her. She feels your finger pushing her rump and brings her legs up--kneeing a particularly tender spot on your insides, eliciting a whimper from you--and pushes off your fingers. Working together, you push her deep enough that she can get ahold of your cervix.

Now comes the most torturous part as she pries it open and crawls back into your womb. You go into at least two mini-climaxes just feeling your deepest part being opened. Finally she's inside and your womb can close around her. You can feel her in there, curling up to go to sleep. It's a strangely pleasant feeling--you feel full and warm, knowing you're keeping the small fairy's life inside you. If this is what it's like to bear children, that wouldn't be a bad thing at all.

Even if you are a guy.

Blessit, you had to go and ruin the moment.

You shake your head and stand up. The fairies left your clothes nearby, so you start pulling them on. A thought occurs to you, one that makes you panic for a moment. How is she going to breathe!?

Magic.

Oh. That makes sense. She was in there for who knows how long last time, after all... And where did that thought come from?

From me.

'For real?'

Yep. It's so much easier to speak to you now that we're like this! None of those pesky words. Just thoughts.

'Um, can you hear _all _my thoughts?'

Almost. If you aren't actively thinking it, I won't know about it--things like memories. But you don't have enough practice to hide your conscious thoughts.

'Okay. So that monologue about child-bearing-'

You'll be a great mother.

'How could you know that already?'

It feels soooooo good in here.

You sigh, and another thought occurs to you. 'Do you have a name?'

Nope.

'Then I'm gonna call you Fay.'

Oh. Thank you. Fay... That's nice.

You hear her mental voice slowly drift off. Soon you can feel she's asleep inside you. How, you aren't sure. But you're sure.

"Goodnight, Fay," you whisper. Then you start looking around. The sunlight is almost all gone now; it would be a good time for you to find a bed of your own.