Alicorn King conquers Equestrian females

Climbing to my feet, I give Luna a small glare, as we move through the dreamscape again, and I stop and stare at the vibrant pink dream orb, pulsing and undulating strangely. Luna stared at it as well, surprise on her face, and she gave it a small poke, sending ripples through it like it was made of jelly.

“I’ll admit Sir Cosmos,” She continued to poke the orb, watching it fascinated as it rippled. “I’ve never seen one’s dreams do this. Perhaps they’re different colors, but to be this oddly shaped is certainly something new.” Then she shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure what is going on in there, the others I was able to sense the theme, but this one is opaque.”

Shrugging, she held up her hand, and snapped her fingers. The land changed, though I noticed the colors were a multitude of different pinks. As the dream settled into place, I blinked several times, trying to figure out what I was looking at. It wasn’t anything like the previous dreams, not by a long shot.

The landscape was made of candy, the ground beneath my foot some kind of fudge, and the mountains in the distance looked like they were topped by whip cream. Looking around, I was actually impressed by how crisp everything was, the previous dreams were clearly lacking where details didn’t matter, but no matter how far I looked, everything seemed crisp.

“Oh, Mister Cosmos, you’re here,” I twisted around on my heel, to see Pinkie Pie, dressed only in an apron, looking at me as she sat at a tea table. I wander over slowly, taking in the chairs. Different stuffed animals sat in chairs, one that was probably meant to be Gummy sitting to her right. Pinkie eyed my still naked form, before she nodded brightly.

“Ah, this is one of those dreams, of course, Mister Cosmos is quite handsome and I saw him naked.” She got up from her chair, patting it with her hand. “You’ll sit here of course.” I sat where she indicated, and Pinkie Pie wrapped a hand around my length, nodding to herself. “And here’s my seat.”

Pinkie Pie climbed onto my lap, positioning herself carefully so that my length was trapped between her soft cheeks as she sat down. Humming to herself, Pinkie leaned forward to grab the teapot, pouring a light brown liquid into the cups before handing me one. I sniffed it and quirked an eyebrow at the back of her head,

“Chocolate milk? At a tea party?” Pinkie giggled, the laughter sending pleasant jiggles through the cheeks trapping my length.

“Straight from the cotton candy source.” She pointed up, and I followed the direction, seeing clouds made of cotton candy, several of them in the distance raining chocolate milk. I’m surprised at the sight of future Discord shenanigans in Pinkie’s dream.

Pinkie Pie resumed humming as she sipped her chocolate milk daintily. I shrugged at that before taking a sip of mine. It was certainly chocolate milk, sweet and riding the edge between too chocolatey and not chocolatey enough. As we finished our cups of milk, Pinkie set her cup down daintily on a sudden coaster.

She took my cup, setting it down besides hers and then began to grind my lengths between her cheeks, giggling. Once she was sure I was hard enough for her tastes, she rose up, engulfing the head of my cock between her cheeks and lowered herself enough that I was pressed against her backdoor.

I looked up, as something caught my attention. A large kind of flat looking donut floated above us, next to a large piping bag with a particularly phallic head. As Pinkie moans as she pushes down and the head pops into her ass, the piping bag inserts itself into the donut. Lowering herself down, she wiggles until I’m fully inside of her.

As she began to bounce up and down, the piper above us began to compress, filling the donut with its cream. Pinkie moaned loudly as she moved, and I sat back against the chair, letting my hands rest on her hips, watching it jiggle as she bounced, moving faster and faster. As she went faster, her giggles transitioned to moans.

I could feel myself approaching the edge, but as I looked up, I saw the piper finish filling the donut, pulling out to reveal a flared head as Pinkie Pie let loose a shuddering scream. The front of her apron darkened as she coated it in her arousal. I felt myself falling, as Pinkie Pie twisted her head to look at me.

“Bye Bye Mister Cosmos,” The dream dissolved, and I landed on my ass in the dreamscape. Luna blinked at the sight, tilting her head as she watched me.

“I’ll admit, that was a very odd scene to watch.” I stopped rubbing my tailbone to stare at her for a moment in surprise, “Did I not mention that? I can see dreams once they’re opened by someone entering from outside.” I opened my mouth and closed it. I really should have expected that to be honest.