Dream Voyeurism

Moments later in the waking world Macintosh woke up from his dream, groggily turning off the nearby alarm clock that rang loudly in his ear. The stressful ringing was immediately replaced by sweet silence, allowing the woken stallion to droop back into his bed with a sigh.

From his perspective, the dream was mostly a blur, a half remembered thought. He could vaguely remember a few things: the diapers, the sensation of wetting them, running his hoof across their crinkling texture. But the details faded almost immediately after waking up. The moment his conscious mind took over again, his deviant thoughts of his sister and his sexual encounters with Luna were quickly forgotten.

One thing that did linger, however, was the throbbing girth between his legs. His member was painfully stiff, like he had spent the entire night teasing and edging himself. Before he could do anything, or even get up from bed to start the day, he had to take care of that.

Pulling his warm blankets aside, his rock hard penis sprang high into the air, begging for attention. Morning wood coupled with a night’s worth of sex dreaming had taken its toll.

He rubbed furiously at the fragments of the dream he could remember. He masturbated to the feel of the diapers and how good they felt when they were used. He obsessed over that feeling. There was nothing quite like it. One of these days he’d have to actually.

Now actually wearing diapers in real life, now that was a thought that got his juices pumping. Dreaming about it was one thing, but what if he actually wore diapers? His rubbing intensified at the thought. What if he actually wore one? He could feel the tipping point of his orgasm already start to build.

He nursed the erection further by running his mind through its stash of sexy mares. Hot and attractive mares in compromising positions flashed through his mind as he rubbed faster and with more vigor. He added onto the sexiness by imagining them wearing diapers as well, and that made his masturbating even more rabid. In a brief blink before wonderful climax he could have sworn he even fantasized about Princess Luna wearing a diaper with him as well. And it was that thought alone that sent him over the edge.

Once he hit that glorious moment, his body became tense and his cock throbbed painfully for one last time before strings of white goo sprayed out of his throbbing cock. The sticky load shot into the air before splattering messily on his chest, thankfully sparing his bedsheets from any unfortunate spills. He groaned loudly as his head shot backwards into his pillow and his body twitched in climactic convulsion. His cock twitched in the air long after its load was expelled and its powerful orgasm was spent.

The stallion let out a hearty huff, splaying his limbs out amongst his bedsheets. He stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom and dwelled on what faint details he could remember about the dream. He relished in whatever he could recall and even explored fringe details in hopes he could come up with something new to fantasize about.

Princess Luna was a lingering thought in his mind. Even after his pleasurable masturbation session, the thought of seeing the princess in a diaper was surprisingly alluring. He didn’t know much about the alicorn in real life, but he fantasized about seeing her in his dreams. Oh the fun games they could play.

Meanwhile, Luna woke up shortly after she broke free of the stallion’s dreamscape. She shot up in bed with a jolt, momentarily forgetting where she was. Confusion filled her mind for the momentary seconds that it took her conscious mind to fully become aware of the world around her. She was still in her royal bed in Canterlot, that was quickly established by a brief glance at her bedroom around her. The familiar setting set her at ease.

She let out a sigh as her racing mind finally began to settle. Images of Macintosh’s sex dream still burned in the back of her mind. Unlike the stallion’s fading subconscious, years of dreamwalking had granted Luna with the impeccable memory of a lucid dreamer. Macintosh’s dream was just as faint as it was to him, but she remembered much more about it. And in vivid detail whether she wanted to or not.

She could recall the sight of the stallion in diapers and his sister blind to it all. She could recall the diaper grinding and the shameless diaper filling. She could even recall the creeping warmth of a freshly used diaper.

That remembered warmth was certainly a stark contrast between how her bed felt now. And it took her waking mind a minute or two to finally realize that shouldn’t have been the case.

Quickly she whipped her bedsheets away, revealing a large puddle of urine soaked into her mattress. She had wet the bed and quite a bit it seemed as well! In the dim morning light she could see a large dark patch centered around her waist as the stink of urine stung her nostrils.

Her face flared up with a bright, burning blush as she lept out of bed. She didn’t want to waste another second sitting in a wet bed like some kind of child. Immediately she felt waves of embarrassment, of shame, rush over her as she mentally kicked herself for taking things too far.

She could have escaped. Why didn’t she do that sooner? She could have just left well enough alone and left the stallion’s dream before things got too bad. She let the curiosity run free and look what it got her. A wet bed and the shameful burn in her cheeks.

Although as the shame and self hatred subsided from her initial reaction, other thoughts and feelings had room to grow.

“Heh, wouldn’t have a wet bed if you...just wore a diaper, Luna,” the princess muttered to herself, now looking at the dark spot on her bed under a new light.

It wouldn’t have happened if she was wearing a diaper.