You dream of a sunny beach, with white sand and cool blue waters, with a coastline stretching as far into the horizon as the eye can see. You start off in the water, floating on your back and idly gazing at the clouds up in the sky.
You lazily backstroke through the water, sometimes pointing and giggling at the funny shape of the clouds. That one looks like a pony, that one looks like a notebook, and that one looks like a corn on the cob. After a while, you gently drift onto the sand, with the water covering your bottom like a blanket. Soon you pull your self out of the water and wade along the tide, the waves swiftly erasing any footsteps left behind you.
You trudge along the coastline, completely relaxed and smelling the sweet and salty scent of the ocean. The sun gently touches down on your skin, filling you with a warm feeling. After an indeterminate amount of walking you feel like you find a good spot for stopping, and plop your butt down on the warm sand, taking in the vista.
You scan the beach for any others that might be near you. You spot a large red and white beach umbrella a ways up the beach, shadowing a huge area when you can see a couple figures jumping and playing, and another figure lying in the shade, reclining upon a beach chair.
It takes exactly as long as you think it should to reach the shady nook. As you approach you can spot Grey and Pinky, except at a more reasonable size, building a sandcastle. Two beach chairs sit side by side, one occupied by Big Orange, wearing a nice sun hat and white shades. She turns and smiles, patting the chair next to her. She's offering you a seat.
She withdraws her hoof as you sit down, then twists and interlocks it with your forearm, mimicking holding your hand. The moment is sweet and blissful, making you so relaxed you almost feel like you're going to fall asleep again
She pulls your hand over and lays it to rest on her swell, then releases you. You rub her tummy in slow circles trying to find the life that awaited within. You lean over and kiss her deeply, sucking on her tongue. Her eyes are closed, humming in pleasure as you ravage her mouth.
The fillies are oblivious to what you're doing,, perhaps because this is your dream and you don't want them to. You could probably banish them if you wanted to, but decide to keep them around. They deserve their own day of fun. Now you are practically on her, letting your hands rove wherever they will, over baby bump and milky teats You can feel how aroused she is. You're probably ready too.
You break your kiss and brush your lips down her abdomen, finally stopping at her teats You tease her pussylips and clit with your fingers while sucking noisily on a nipple, making her moan throatily. Using your thumbs, you get her ready for what happens next.
Moving your mouth down to her nether lips, you drag your tongue up one side and down the other, lingering on her clit for a moment, then moving on. prying her apart, you flick your tongue in and out of the hole, never going too far in. You want to make this last as long as possible The world get imperceptibly bigger as you do this.
You playfully lap at her ponut, making her gasp This act of pure degeneracy love causes you to shrink a lot more, making you have to stand up straight to reach her pussy. Lapping at the clit causes a lot of juice to flow out, which you drink eagerly. You climb up between her legs, look her straight in the eyes and tell her you love her, then press the tip of your manhood against her entrance. Even now your height is on a downward spiral.
You grasp her flanks tightly, to keep yourself steady as you thrust into her. Likewise, she reaches up and grabs your shoulders, knowing what is about to come. You immediately lose an inch upon first penetration, but this doesn't affect your fit, yet. Every consecutive push makes you grow smaller and smaller, forcing you to adjust your grip every so often.
You're fairly small now. You've lost a little more than two feet in height, and yet still you relentlessly slam into her. Orange helpfully scooted herself forward so you won't be hanging off the ground. She could probably pick you up like a small child if she tried. With one of your small hands, you grab hold of her tail, tugging on it while you spank her flank with the other.
You now can't hold on to the flanks for leverage so you ask Orange to hold you until you finish. She happily complies, holding you up to her cunt like a lewd plus size action figure. You hope that she's getting some enjoyment out of this as well. Soon you'll be so small you'll have to stuff yourself inside her to pleasure her, not that that's a bad thing. You already did it once before and you can do it again.
Taking the clit in your mouth proves to be a challenge as it is so big you can barely fit it in your mouth. With the hooves holding you in place, your body slips ever downward into her love tunnel. Tilting forward you prepare yourself for the final descent, licking and stroking her feminine lips as much as you can. Her femcum gushes out like a fountain, giving you no shortage of something to drink.
Using the juices as lubricant, you slip inside the hole, stretching the walls around you somewhat, You drink as much delicious nectar as you can swallow, then swallow some more. Unlike before it's a tight fit, forcing you to stoop a little lower than usual.
You happily inch along the tube motivated by the desire to see your child, pressing your body out, especially your shoulders, to give yourself a greater girth, Your cock sinks even closer to the pillowy flesh than before, given your new size..
Delving deeper you eventually slow down your pace. There's no rush, your child isn't going anywhere. You briefly ponder how this could feel so real if it's all in a dream. You doubt your brain could fabricate so detailed a fantasy. Perhaps there is more going on here than you realize.
You push on, shaking the odd feeling from your mind. Probably best not to worry about it right now, since no harm has come to you so far.
Rubbing and kissing along the floor, it isn't long until you reach the cervix, and the final doorway to your foal. You find yourself giddy with excitement. You've waited so long to meet it, you don't even know what's on the other side.
Wasting no time you push your head, and then your entire body through the tight cervix and tumble into the womb, ready for anything.
As you roll into the womb you crash into something soft, becoming slightly wedged under it. Reaching up and stroking it you feel baby soft fur, and you can hear a strong heartbeat coming from the small warm, body. You pull yourself free and run your hands all over the soft mass. revealing a tiny, almost fully formed pony and an umbilical cord attached to the uterine wall. Lifting up the tail, you feel around to check the sex of the foal.
You feel an itty bitty shaft, revealing that this foal is, in fact, a colt. Tears come to your eyes unbidden. A son... You have a son...
Just then you hear movement behind you, making you spin around in alarm. Hands outstretched you walk towards the noise, finally bumping into another soft warm body. A hasty sex check reveals this one to be a filly.
Elated, you hug the filly out of pure joy, gentle petting the filly's head and ears. She seems to respond well to this. Not wanting to leave your son out, you rush over and hug him, placing a kiss tenderly on his forehead.
You split your time even between petting your son and daughter, grinning broadly. After a little while, your smile fades a bit to gentle smile as you pat the foal's heads. They wiggle happily, making little noises in response. After getting up and pushing your son slightly closer you lie down and snuggle in between your two children.
You grow tired even in the dream as you lie in between the twins. You yawn and then settle down as your mind drifts. The dreamscape shakes slightly, drawing you even further into its soft clutches. Slowly, you close your eyes and let darkness overtake you.
