Dream Voyeurism

Now panic started to set in for the dream walking princess. Things were starting to get too intense for her and she felt it was better for everyone if she left as soon as possible.

"Macintosh, listen to me. You can't honestly believe all this is real!" Luna plead even as the stallion rolled onto his belly and raised his diapered butt. "Macintosh, come on. You need to wake up!"

Only Big Macintosh was hearing none of it. As his sister stepped closer to him, the stallion grew harder in his diaper and wiggled his diapered rump in the air. Applejack meanwhile looked over the stallion with a newfound lust, a powerful emotion that was unheard of to the dream pony until now. Her purple strap-on throbbed at the sight of Macintosh’s inviting behind.

Macintosh’s diaper was carefully pulled to the side, revealing his warm tailhole among the smeared mess inside the crinkling garment. Applejack licked her lips as she gave her stiff strap-on a couple long rubs down its artificial length. Luna watched in terror as Applejack crepped in closer to her brother, her strap-on just inches away from inserting itself into the stallion’s backside.

Luna conjured up one final spell in her desperation. A mixture of panic and second hand embarrassment swirled together into one last spark of a spell that was thrown straight at the dream version of Applejack herself. Although she knew dream manipulation was dangerous, she could think nothing more but to rid herself of the overly perverted image.

The spell struck Applejack like a bolt of lighting causing her to immediately stop her advances. The dream Applejack quivered, snapping between a number of poses before freezing in place. A shimmer of blue light pulsed up her body as the effects of Luna’s magic began to take shape. For a few long minutes she just stood there, her emotion unchanging and her body unmoving. And then, after a few seconds, the pony disappeared completely, strap on and all.

There was hardly enough time to take a breath of relief before the aftershocks of such an altering spell was felt. There was a number of creaks heard overhead as if the scene itself was warping in on itself. With Applejack gone the dreamscape was left in a moment of turmoil and unrest. It was as if the walls of the living room itself had turned into swirling storm clouds as unstable dream magics dance around, desperately trying to find peace. Blurry images around the room shimmered in and out of existence as Macintosh’s dreaming subconscious attempted to make sense of the changed dreamworld.

Luna felt her own magic fading and pulsing as waves of unstable dream magic coursed through her plush toy body. She felt starved and stuffed with magic all at the same time. It was enough to make her head spin and her vision to grow dark. In the chaos of the dream, she lost control of her stuffed animal disguise and was forced back into her normal pony form.

The storm of energy swirled around the two ponies before Macintosh’s adaptive subconscious finally settled on something stable. The foggy clouds began to fade as a new dreamscape took form.

The living room that surrounded the playpen now resembled a room in Canterlot Castle. Or at least a room in Canterlot Castle according to a pony who didn’t live there. In the blurry space outside the area around the playpen white plaster walls and tall marble columns could be seen with a healthy amount of red carpets and purple tapestries strung about. The couch from before was now a series of floor cushions strung about. It was a clashing mixture of hometown coziness and stuffy regal luxury.

Finally the rumbling stopped and Luna’s pulsing headache began to fade. Silence fell back onto the scene once more as peace seemed to return.

Luna found herself embracing Macintosh tightly in one big fearful hug. An unfortunate side effect of worrying that her life was going to end. The stallion seemed unchanged by the whole thing and in fact happily welcomed the hug with open arms. And despite the horrid stench emanating from Macintosh’s diaper, Luna just let out a sigh of relief. They were safe.

“Oh dearie me! Smells like someone made a smelly!” a dreadfully familiar voice was suddenly heard, snapping Luna out of her state of relief and right back into a state of panic.

Into the room entered Princess Celestia, Luna’s older sister. Only Luna could tell right away that this wasn’t her sister. Any experienced dreamwalker could see the distinct differences between reality and a conjured up dream copy. And this Celestia was plagued in inconsistencies. The most jarring discrepancy from reality was her fur coat that was tinted a soft shade of pink.

Luna could only conclude that Celestia’s appearance was merely Big Macintosh’s subconscious mind’s attempt at stabilizing the dream. It was logical to assume that if he was currently hugging Princess Luna, than Princess Celestia wouldn’t be too far away. Celestia’s presence here, although jarring to Luna, was actually saving her from a life of madness.

Despite being thrusted into the role, Celestia took on the responsibility as caretaker rather well. She peered into the playpen like any experienced mother would, all the while wearing a warm and caring smile. “Let’s get you two changed,” she finally cooed as she climbed into the playpen.

“Two?” Luna repeated, only she didn’t have much time to dwell on things.

Macintosh and Luna were both lifted into the air and deposited onto the ground before Celestia. A pair of thick diapers were produced and effortlessly slipped under the two ponies’ bottoms.

Luna was given the full treatment. Her legs were hiked up, her bottom powdered, and the diaper was pulled up between her legs without so much as a pause. Macintosh received a diaper change as well, however the diaper remained just as used as the last. Almost as if he didn’t get changed at all.

With the diaper change over and done with, Big Macintosh proceeded to sit back up and give his messy diaper a firm squish against the ground in full view of Luna who felt her face scrunch up in disgust as that only seemed to intensify the stench coming from the diaper. The more he pressed his messy diaper against the padded floor, the more his cock hardened and throbbed. And because of that feedback loop, he made sure to squish around his messy diaper a lot.

“Come on, Lulu,” Celestia cooed, ”don’t you wanna play with your little brother?”

Luna looked toward the stallion. Bows in his mane, pink pacifier in his mouth, and a bulbous used diaper sagging at his waist. It seemed that he was now trying to find the best way to squish his diaper while also stimulating his erection. He was certainly a far cry from the husky stallion she knew in the waking world.

She shook her head no.

“Aww, I bet you’re just jealous,” the dream Celestia said looming over the other pony. “Don’t worry, you get to play too!” She chirped with such happy and cheerful words, even as a purple strap on shimmered into existence around her waist.

Luna’s eyes grew wide as a cold panic set in. She took what little of an opportunity she had to flip around and attempt to crawl away from the lustful alicorn. But before she could make too much progress, she tripped over her own feet during the getaway and ended up plopping down to the padded ground, lying flat and splayed out on the playpen’s floor.

In this same instance, Luna also felt her diaper grow warm and swell up with urine. This came to her as odd because she wasn’t the one wetting it. Instead the diaper warmed around her as if completely on its own. It was logical to assume that since the diaper was a projection made by Macintosh’s subconscious, his dream had as much control over it as it did over Celestia and the living room around them.

“Aww, little Lulu had an accident,” she could hear her sister coo. By the sound of things, this only enticed her sister’s advances.

Celestia loomed over Luna, her horn lighting up with a white light. Luna could feel her diapered rump rising into the air with a glow of her sister’s light, propping her up at just the right height for Celestia’s throbbing strap on. She then felt her warm diaper being pulled off to one side, chilling her revealed pussy once it was exposed to open air.

Luna braced herself as the approaching shape of Celestia’s cock slithered closer and closer to her pussy. She could feel a warmth emanating from the strap on as if it was Celestia’s real appendage. It felt all too real when the pseudo-penis entered Luna’s warmth, stretching her out with its thick girth. Inch by inch she could feel the warm member slip into her effortlessly.

She knew everything happening to her could disappear if she just blocked it out of her mind. She knew it was all made up and was actually not happening. But the warmth of the diaper, the pain of the strap on subtly stretching her vaginal lips, even the subtle breaths from Celestia being felt on her neck made the whole situation feel so real.

And there was a part of her that wanted it real.

As much as she would have wanted to deny it, there were more than a few instances where she had to hold back a pleasure filled moan from slipping out of her mouth. It was silly to think about covering up such a thing when in reality the only real pony here was Big Macintosh and there was a high chance he would even forget the dream entirely. But she was certainly caught up in a position she had never found herself in before.

Diapered in the middle of a giant playpen, having her sister’s pseudo-penis pumping in and out of her. It was a situation she never even dreamed up in her most perverted and bored moments. But above all she had never thought she’d enjoy so much.

Macintosh simply sat there and stared idly by, nursing an aching erection that throbbed painfully against his diapered crotch. It appeared that he enjoyed watching more than he did participating. His eyes locked onto the alluring scene unfolding before him. He subtly bit his lower lips, panting quietly as to not disturb Celestia’s advances. He certainly seemed much more concerned with masturbating than he was with Princess Luna who was going through a sexual revelation during it all.

So why did it matter, Luna was quick to conclude. If she was enjoying herself, why did it matter if Macintosh saw her. In the heat of the moment, she didn’t even care if he remembered her. Lust clouded her judgement as she came to the revelation that she wanted him to remember her. She wanted him to remember every little detail of this dream down to the messy diaper that squished between his legs. She wanted all of this to be remembered!

“Y-yes, sister! Harder!” Luna found herself screaming in an eruption of pent up emotions that was building up the moment Celestia’s strap-on had entered her. It was a phrase that seemed to unlock all that tension and resistance her body had against it all. Immediately after calling it out she could feel her shoulders become lax, her aching back releasing, and suddenly the feeling of the penis slipping in and out of her no long felt painful. With that single phrase, followed by a couple of moans, she turned the perverted scene into an enjoyable, almost orgasmic experience.

Suddenly the sound of ringing was heard overhead. A ringing that made Macintosh suddenly stop his furious diaper rubbing. The ringing was mechanical and oddly familiar. It started as a distant echo, but very quickly grew louder and louder. It was a sound that he was all too familiar with and it was a sound he heard every morning before waking up. It was the sound of his alarm clock.

The reality of the alarm clock shook the dreamscape around them as it felt like the world itself was collapsing. Luna immediately felt Celestia’s penis disappear from inside her, robbing her of the wonderful pleasure she was growing to love. Color faded from the scene as colorful foal toys became grayscale and lifeless. The entire scene began to darken as if overhead lights were being turned off bit by bit.

The range of the scene shrunk smaller and smaller as objects disappeared into the black filled void. Before long only Luna and Macintosh were left, but soon after, everything disappeared.