Imaginations Run Wild
If there was one thing that stood out about Midsummer Dream it was his vibrant and vivid imagination. When he was left to his own devices, the earth pony stallion could lose himself in so many games. If he had no work or socializing to occupy his day, Dreamer could very easily lose track of time just toiling around with impromptu play or spontaneous adventures all taking place in his mind.
Some saw this as a distraction and worried for him, but Dreamer saw it as a strength. The scenes he’d dream up and the stories his mind would conjure were always so fun to play out and almost felt as genuine as anything he felt in real life. There was no telling where his mind would take him!
Today, on this sunny, but chilly spring afternoon, Dreamer was in his reading room. The small office area, paneled with wood and floored with a lovely stone tile was one of the stallion’s most favorite spots to spend an afternoon. He had filled the place up with bookshelves containing hundreds of stories, most of them nonfiction which he loved to read. He enjoyed a good story. He enjoyed writing them even. But most of all he enjoyed the games he played. Games were especially his favorite.
Only today he wasn’t reading anything. He hadn’t planned on it. Instead he was playing a little game of pretend. A naughty game that allowed his fantasies run wild despite how silly or unrealistic they might have been.
Today he was carefully positioning a life sized pony plushie into his reading chair that sat behind his large, flat writing desk. This stuffed toy was cleverly designed to look almost exactly like Sunburst, a handsome stallion that Dreamer had only fondly fawned over from a distance.
He admired the book-learned unicorn with his frazzled vermillion mane and his shiny orange coat. He had never shared a meaningful conversation with the unicorn, but getting lost in his looks was all he needed. There were a couple times he caught a passing glance or a quick “good morning” from the unicorn once, but that was about it. It still made his heart all aflutter.
And this stuffed animal was a worthy replacement for the real thing. Dreamer almost ventured a guess that it gave better hugs too. It was a custom order he placed with a good friend of his who was very very good at making stuffed animals. Usually the toys were so accurate and so soft, they sold like hot cakes in a matter of minutes. Dreamer thought himself lucky to have such a wonderful toy to play with.
“We’re gonna play a little fun game, Sunburst,” Dreamer said to the plushie as he propped the toy right up against the back of the chair, “a game of pretend! Won’t that be fun!?”
The plushie didn’t say anything in response. It couldn’t, you see. Plushies, despite the lives and personalities little ponies project on them, it has been proven many times by scientists and grand mages alike that your normal, run-of-the-mill, life-sized plushie was incapable of talking. Of course with some time, clever enchantments, and perhaps a magic elixir or two, a plushie that could talk and walk and even dance was not too far fetched for the more magical of unicorns. However Midsummer Dream’s stuffed toy was in fact not one of those magical toys and instead just a nice, soft, voiceless and mundane stuffed animal.
Now that never stopped Dreamer. He loved to play his games of pretend with his plushies. And Sunburst was his favorite. The biggest one in his collection too! He loved the Sunburst toy because it looked so much like the real thing, except for the black beads stitched in where his eyes were suppose to be and of course the real Sunburst didn’t have nearly as much cotton stuffed inside of him. Still, despite his idol worshiping from afar, Dreamer knew deep down that the real Sunburst probably wouldn’t like the silly games that he spent his afternoons alone in his office to play. The real Sunburst would probably just think them childish.
“Perfect!” Dreamer exclaimed when he got the stuffed animal positioned just right, “now don’t move! I’ll be right back!” He was excited, but still found the will to take a few slow steps backwards just to make sure he didn’t bump into the chair. By the time he crept to the other side of the desk, he was buzzy with anticipation and practically bolted right out of the room, allowing the wind to shut the door behind him.
A few minutes passed and then the office door opened once again. From this angle, the life sized plushie looked like it was stooped over its desk working on some sort of important document or reading a very interesting book.
Dreamer now donned a thick diaper, fluffy as a pillow and as vibrantly decorated as a festival flag. It’s teal and white design only seemed to compliment his pale sky blue colored coat. His legs bowed from the crinkling bulk, but tried his very best to walk in oh so casually and oh so innocently. And the game began.
“Oh, hello Mister Sunburst,” Dreamer said to the plushie oh so casually, “I’m wearing a diaper just like you asked.” He even turned around and wiggled his diapered rump as further proof.
He imagined Sunburst complimenting how cute his diaper made him look and even teased the stallion a little. The silly names, the baby talk, all of it made Dreamer squirm as he imagined each and every one being said by Sunburst himself. ‘Diaper butt’, ‘crinkle colt’, or maybe even ‘cutie pants’ if he dared.
“You really think I look cute?” Dreamer playfully asked, bashfully looking at his hooves. He tried to act all shy and embarrassed about it, but that didn’t stop him from spinning around and giving the large plush another good view of his diapered rump. He peeked at Sunburst from between his legs and wiggled it some more to tease the toy on. He could hardly contain his squeaky giggles. Just playing out the scene made his face tingle as a blush lightly colored his cheeks. His heart wouldn’t stop dancing as the butterflies in his tummy seemed to multiply.
“What’s that?” his ears perked up as he raised his head towards the stuffed pony, “y-you want to feel it?”
Doing his best to act all coy and embarrassed, Dreamer hesitated for a moment before trotting over to Sunburst’s desk. Gosh, he really didn’t want to go, but he also didn’t want to upset Mister Sunburst. The stuffed animal remained lifeless, staring back at him with its glassy eyes. Holding back a giddy giggle, he grabbed one of the plush’s bean weighted hooves and pressed it into his diapered crotch.
“O-oh, M-Mister Sunburst, y-you’re so forward!” Dreamer blushed red as he squeezed the cotton filled hoof between his thighs. Sunburst only pulled him in closer, nearly tugging him into his lap. The orange maned stallion would tug at the back of the diaper’s elastic waist, prod at the still fluffy padding, and even make Dreamer spin around slowly so that he could check every inch of it for wetness. After a few, heart tingling minutes Dreamer smiled a playfully meek smile at the stuffed pony as he imagined Sunburst congratulating him for keeping his diaper dry like a big boy.
“Thank you, Mister Sunburst!” the stallion chirped so cheerfully. For a fleeting moment he even felt that flutter in his heart that came only from genuine compliments.
The plushie Sunburst then told Dreamer that he was taking a break from his work or reading or whatever he was doing at the desk and wanted to instead lay down on the floor. He wanted to rest his tired back, you see. Dreamer was more than happy to help!
Hefting up the heavy plushie stuffed with fluff, the stallion pulled his huggable friend out of his seat and over to the rug laid in the center of the room. It was a gently washed rug, round in shape and made of the softest material one could ask for in a floor rug. It always made Dreamer’s feet tingle when he walked across it just right. He imagined it was how clouds felt.
The plushie was carefully dropped to the floor, but Dreamer imagined that Sunburst was all too eager to roll onto the ground so that he could stretch out his achy back that had been hunched over all afternoon. In the swift backwards flop to the ground, the plushie also - rather cleverly and most slyly - also pulled Dreamer to the floor as well, causing the diapered stallion to tumble right on top of him.
“O-oh gosh! Sunburst, I’m so sorry,” Dreamer so theatrically and so softly muttered, “I don’t know what happened. I just lost my balance for a moment there.” He couldn’t look the plushie in the eye because he was so embarrassed. “I-I guess I just have so much trouble walking in these big. Thick. Diapers!” He pressed a hoof into the mound of fluff that covered his crotch and dug it in deeper to emphasize each word.
Sunburst didn’t respond and instead looked at the diapered stallion with a mischievous grin. He didn’t help the stallion up to his feet or assure him that his diapers weren’t as thick as he thought. Instead he pulled the stallion closer, compressing his fluff filled chest under his weight.
“G-gosh, Sunburst, I-I really like how my diaper feels,” Dreamer blurted out as he wrapped the weighted plushie hooves around to his back. He straddled the stuffed pony’s lower body so that his diaper sat comfortably against the toy’s crotch. It’s fluff filled legs served as the perfect backboard that kept him in place even as he squirmed and wiggled and hugged the toy so tightly.
This position was strategic in that it was strikingly similar to how he sat on the toilet when he went to pee. If he just leaned back and rested more weight on his curled up back legs, Dreamer would almost be a splitting image of how he looked when going to the bathroom just like a big boy. Only this time around he had no intention of acting so mature. His diaper and Sunburst’s constant teasing was proof of that. In any other situation he might have very easily gotten up from where he sat and gone off to the bathroom. But in any other situation he would have likely not been wearing a diaper.
Dreamer leaned back against the plushie’s legs and steadied his breathing for what was to come. He knew he could do it. It was just like using the toilet and he had done that thousands of times before. This shouldn’t’ve been more different. He didn’t say anything during, nor did he risk imagining Sunburst doing anything while he watched. He knew that his rather modest bladder would stop in an instant if it realized it was being watched. So instead he imagined other things like running rivers and waterfalls and the gentle surge of warmth from holding a warm cup of tea.
His breath steadied and his thoughts put themselves on pause and before he knew it, that subtle surge of warmth could be felt between his legs. The warmth turned into a gurgle that kind of tickled his crotch, making him giggle and almost lose control. He could feel his diaper inflate with urine as an aching bladder’s worth of it sprayed into it and spread itself across the thick parts of the absorbent garment.
Once it got started, it was much too difficult to stop so he allowed himself to open his eyes - one at a time. A happy smile grew wide on his face as he watched a surge of yellow rush across the face of his diaper, swelling it up and tickling his nether regions as it went. He watched with glee as his carefully controlled bladder filled the diaper up well, covering it’s once pristine design with a dingy yellow hue.
“I’m...I’m wet,” Dreamer muttered to himself, almost in disbelief. He raised his head with a quiver of pride as he was more than happy to show off his accomplishment to Mister Sunburst. “I’m wet! I peed my diaper and I’m wet! I’m soaked!” He did a cute little hop with the last exclamation, like a child eager to share their latest macaroni art creation with their parent.
Sunburst looked, well it was tough to say how Sunburst looked. But not because Dreamer’s eyes were fuzzy or anything, but because he had difficulty deciding how Sunburst would react to such a thing. Here they were, having an oh so innocent romp on the carpet, and naughty Dreamer had to just ruin the moment by having a little accident. Would Sunburst be surprised? Shocked? Angry? Furious? Would he laugh? Gosh, if he laughed, it was tough to say whether the diapered stallion would just blush or try running away. Maybe he’d scowled him. And that was kind of boring. Or maybe perhaps...
“M-maybe you should...punish me,” Dreamer meekly said almost in a moan, “send me to time out...make me go to bed early...s-spank me!” Out of all the hypothetical punishments Dreamer thought up for his hypothetical fantasy, it was spanking that really seemed to stick. Thinking about it made his belly feel funny and his rump wiggled and pressed deeper into the plushie’s fluff every time he thought about it. Most importantly, all that fantasy made his crotch tingle and his heartbeat quicken.
A more pronounced moan huffed out of his mouth as he laid himself down on Sunburst’s chest. His soggy diaper crotch now positioned perfectly against the toy’s own crotch, the perfect balance of fluff and firm. He could feel the firmness of the plushie push back, partially into his soggy diaper that had grown tighter around his penis as it grew stiff in the excitement.
“Mmph! Punish me,” he muttered between breaths, “spank me!” He needed to be punished. That’s something he and Sunburst knew all too well. What kind of naughty boy pees himself right on top of a nice stallion like Sunburst? He deserved a right good spanking.
The tingling now encompassed his whole body and he found a new burst of energy the demanded he grind more and more into the stuffed pony. Every rub brought its own heat and every squeeze of his thighs sent a bit of warmth deeper into the more personal parts of the diaper. Soon his bouncing got quicker and his huffs for breath became louder and resembled cute little grunts. His penis ached inside his diaper and begged him to hurry. It seemed like he had played too long and was in desperate need for release.
The diaper crinkled up a storm, sloshing and slapping against him as he wiggled up against the plush’s body. Every thrust demanded more. Every grind shouted at him.
“Spank my diaper butt!” Dreamer now shouted, his voice echoing off the office walls. His humping was quickly turning into a silly shiver as the release his body screamed for was finally reaching its peak.
Finally, in a sensation that would have pulled him to the ground if he wasn’t already there, his eager stallion body came erupting with pleasure, rewarding his hard work with a breathtaking release that emptied right into the diaper. Powerful spurts of cum sprayed against the yellow colored padding, causing the whole thing to grow slick and slippery.
For several seconds he floated there and shivered as his balls emptied their pent up load into the diaper. For several seconds it felt like several minutes maybe even hours. He was euphoric, relaxed, relieved, and satisfied all at once. Once those few seconds were over his body finally spared him and allowed him to drop to the ground, plopping right on top of Sunburst who cooed at him for a job well done.
He was out of breath. He hadn’t played so hard in such a long time. The game he played in October last year might have been a close runner up, but this one was certainly the best. And he had Sunburst to thank for that.
He hugged the plushie and imagined Sunburst hugging him back. Still glowing after the wonderful orgasm, Dreamer tingled with happy feelings as his hug became tighter and lasted even longer. He nuzzled underneath the plushie’s chin, wiggling his diapered rump with a soft smile.
The heat of the scene faded shortly after as Dreamer dozed off into that midday nap that he assured Sunburst earlier that he wouldn’t need. His thoughts were fuzzy and funny feeling, almost fluffy to the touch. In the back of it all stood the lingering thought of being pulled over the knee and spanked. Gosh, he would have loved to be spanked. He’d love to feel that subtle stinging and subtle shame that came from a well deserved spanking. And he certainly deserved it.
Even on the very edge of slumbering, his mind still fired off wonderful feelings that were too good to ignore. Feelings of being naughty and being forced to endure a humiliating folly of spanks delivered by Sunburst’s own hoof. Or maybe Sunburst was an experienced spanker and had in his arsenal a firm wooden paddle for just the occasion. He couldn’t quite decide which one was best.
In the end, neither spine tingling thought won the battle for best. After laying there, hugging his big plushie close in a big tight hug, it was sleep that dominated Dreamer’s mind. For a split second a more logical part of his mind wondered if he should get up and change, but sleep was louder. He was tired, exhausted, and the idea of a nap made him feel unbelievably fuzzy all over.
So hugging Sunburst close, Dreamer feel right to sleep.