This is what stallions dream of.
This Is What Stallions Dream Of.
This Is What Stallions Dream Of.
by Erebus Cantillon
Young Macintosh dressed in his overalls, white shirt, and straw-hat over his hair, braided in two pigtails behind his ears and over his chest, huffed as he pulled wheeled cart as he leaned forward the inclined hill. His cart, while not even a full-sized big pony cart, was filled to the brim cut lumber and tools to make repairs to the barn.
He reached the barn and kicked the break to hold the cart in place, and began one of several repairs to the barn. First he repaired a rotted-hole, then he repaired a barn-door hinge, then another panel on the other side of the barn.
Further on, he pulled the cart to the work-shed and repaired a small section of roof that allowed rain into it. Finishing that, he placed the tools back inside and received a list to go back into Ponyville to retrieve a grocery list. with a small pouch of bits to purchase the goods.
Young Macintosh, regained his cart and made his way back into town. In town he reached the grocery store and proceeded the purchase. 2 blankets, 1 crate of mason jars, 2 new cooking pans, 1 container of mustard, 4 containers of coffee, 3 containers of tea, 2 jars of honey, 5 sacks of flour, 4 sacks of oatmeal, a sack of salt, a bundle of carrots, 2 large containers of coconut oil, and 9 different small containers of seasoning herbs.
Young Macintosh looked at the stack volume of goods in his cart, and gave a quite sigh at the sight. He paid the rightful amount and was given the remaining change in return.
It would be just under an hour later when he arrived back at the farm. Granny Smith and a visiting cousin Apple Fritter took over the storing away of goods in the kitchen.
Lunch was a big hot bowl of soup of potatoes, carrots, peas, and cheese. Lunch was actually closer to mid-afternoon, but his tummy was refilled all the same.
Back outside, young Macintosh grabbed a bucket of cold water and poured it over his head. But without complaint he continued working.
A delivery truck arrived and dumped off several bails of hay. Young Macintosh began a hauling each bale of hay to the barn. Each one, heavy enough, he could only haul one at a time. Three hours later, he finished stacking the hay inside the barn, in a neat organized pile.
He went back to the well and drew another bucket of cold water. He drank half of it and pour the rest over his head...
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The sunset off over the distance and the workday was over. Young Macintosh gave a quite sigh as he returned back home for the day. Dinner was warm and filling, the desert was a slab of (wait for it) apple-pie sprinkled with sugar.
Later that night young Macintosh went up to his room, tired and sore, like yesterday, and the year before, and likely the next year.
He didn't mind the work, after-all. You don't grow it, you can't eat it.
He groaned and forced his eyes shut as he laid back into his bed. His back strained as it sank into the bed-springs.
"OOhhhhhh...." Normally not a talker himself, but the body can only take so much before it must moan under strain.
Hours later in his bedroom, he still laid alone, eyes affixed above, unable to sleep, his back a constant reminder of why he didn't sleep.
In the dark of the house he crept outside of the front door, and placed himself between two trees. He placed his hands against the trunk and let his hip drop sideways. *POP... POP-POPOPOP*
"UGOHHH!" He groaned out. His back felt better at least.
"Good evening, young one." His eyes quickly widened when he heard a feminine voice behind him. He turned only to see, none other the the grand monarch herself, Princess Celestia.
"Y-ya Majesty!" His brain forgot any normal code of behavior he would've remembered otherwise. Was he supposed to kneel? Bow? Stand at attention? HE FORGOT!
"Uhh!... I'm-" He forgot how to talk.
(I don't know what to do!) His brain yelled at himself
The princess gave a gentle chuckle seeing his obvious nervousness, and lead the conversation.
"What is your name?" She asked gently.
"...Macintosh... Big Macintosh, Your Majesty."
The Princess took a step back and looked over his height approvingly.
"Well, you certainly are. And how old are you?" She gently asked again.
"Sixteen. S-seventeen next month."
The Princess stepped forward, and placed a hand against his cheek, and gently stroked his face.
"Do I make you nervous?"
"N-no. No Your Majesty. I'm fine."
"Would you then care to look at me with your own eyes? Unless you think the ground is so much more interesting."
Was he really looking at the ground? Yes he was, There was the dirt, his hooves, and her hooves. He steadily raised his head upwards. His eyes finally met her's, his heart skipped a beat in nervousness. He'd never been this close to the princess except when he saw her as she passed through town, but then only as a spectator.
This was much more close and personal.
"So, how was your day?" She asked again.
"Fine your majust- ...Your Majesty." He corrected himself.
"Just fine?"
"Yes. More than fine. Great even.... Your Majesty."
"So tell me, what was your day like today?"
She want's to know about my day? He thought to himself, then thought for a moment, albeit in disbelief.
"Well, it wasn't all that much interesting at all, but if you wish to know. I had breakfast with the family, then milked the cows, hauled the milk to the cold-tank, walked to town bought lumber, came back and fixed a few spots on the barn and work-shed. Went back to town and brought back a cart of grocery goods, had lunch, organized and stacked about twenty or so bales of hay in the barn, showed my little sister Applejack about heardin' other animals. Granny finished canning a crate's worth of preservatives with my cousin and told me to haul it down in the fruit-cellar.
Had dinner, and... that's about the whole day."
"My-my my little pony, you are a hard worker. And how often do you do that much work?"
"Almost everyday. Some days are easier, others aren't. Today wasn't much either one way or the other."
"Hmm... Have you rested today, after so much work?"
"No your highness. I've actually been trying to rest, but couldn't."
"Why, may I ask?"
"...my back. ...but I don't mind working hard neither."
"Young Macintosh. Perhaps, could I invite you to the castle?"
"Me? I- I'd be honored. When?"
"Right now."
"Now? Your Majesty, I'm not even well dress or bathed, to just walk in the streets of Canterlot. Nevermind your castle."
"But if I were to want you to be at the castle now, could anyone from Canterlot even say otherwise?"
"...No, I suppose not." With that a gentle hand was placed on his back and a flash of light, and suddenly Macintosh found himself inside the fanciest room he had ever seen in his life. He had not even read in a book a room so... grand or so well furnished.
He looked to the center of the rear of the room to see perhaps the biggest bed he had ever seen in his entire life. It had posts on each corner, and a draping canopy above it. It also appeared to have drapes that could enclose around it.
Beside the large bed was a wooden desk, neat and tidy. With only a fancy quill and crystal inkwell set to one side of it.
On the windows on either side of the room were drapes that arched from the center of the top, then arched as they reached the floor. A fireplace warmly glowed its light and provided its warmth, for the room
"Do you like it?"
"It's really big."
"Come, I recall you said you wished to have bathed. There." She pointed to an open doorway.
He walked in, and in it was a white tiled room with gilded framed mirrors, lights powered with electricity, mirror-polished stone floor, and what had to be the fanciest bathing tub he'd ever seen. With gilded pipes exposed on one side too.
A quick peek over his shoulder and not seeing the Princess, he undressed. First his overalls, then his shirt. Left down to his plain shorts. He looked over to the doorway still not seeing the Princess and his privacy in tact.
He looked at the mechanical knobs and levers. One center-round knob with two levers on either side of it. Another knob just above that that only flipped up and down.
....Then he remembered an article in a newspaper about how these things worked. He grabbed the left lever and pulled up half way, the pulled the center knob up. Success! The water came gushing out and began filling the tub
Now to find the soap. He didn't see a soap bar anywhere, but the next closest thing he saw was a bottle of "Scented Body Wash." He sniffed the open top and it was a combination of spices and "exotic-fresh-smells" as close as he could figure in his mind.
He poured a quick dash of it in the tub, but he wasn't sure how much was enough... or even if the contents were very expensive. He measured one extra handful worth and rinsed it in the pouring water. Sure enough the water began to bubble and foam with the exotic-spiced scent.
"Well, that has to be high enough." He manipulated the knob and lever again turning off the water. He looked over the entryway again seeing no one there. Off came his shorts then entered the tub.
The water was hot and the scent filled his nose. The back of the tub was shaped at an incline, and he found that parts of the floor of the tub were "dented" as if made for to be seated in.
"Wow... this sure isn't the washtub back at the farm." The washtub. It was a barrel cut in half at the middle. Soap wasn't a problem to get, even between his whole family and a few visiting relatives. Getting two bars of soap was easy. Getting the hot-water however was a luxury. This... was... paradise.
Macintosh looked over again to the entryway still seeing no one else in the bathroom, and grabbed a fluffy sponge hanging off the wall.
"Enjoying yourself?" He heard from beside the tub
"AGHH!!" It was almost a scream that came out of his mouth, as right there was Princess Celestia standing right there. Naked! Really Naked! He turned his face away.
"I...Ohhh... I..."
"Would you be so kind as to make room? I've also had quite a tiresome day." She asked kindly.
WHAT?!? His mind screamed.
"Please?" She asked again.
"Your highness... I'm... and you're." His voice almost cracked at one point mid-sentence.
"Yes?" She had already began easing her left hoof into the tub. Macintosh felt that portion of royalty brush just slightly against his hip. He instantly scooted over to as far to his right as he could go.
Then it wasn't just her royal hoof he could fell, it was her whole leg, and her hip, then her shoulder, all against his side. His eyes couldn't bug out any further.
What is she doing?!!
"Please, young Macintosh, would be so kind as to help your princess, as to wash her?"
SHE WANT'S ME TO DO WHAT?!?" It was a few moments of silence, and for young Macintosh, just stunned silence.
The Princess noticed the young colt's fear.
"Here, would you allow me to wash you?" She asked gently again.
HUH?! He felt the princess move within the tub to a kneeling position.
"Come here."
Oh goodness alive! She's touching me! Indeed her hand were at either side of his body and he was moved to kneel in front of her, his back towards her. He then felt a sponge wipe down his back with the warm water.
No... this isn't happening. Not to me. Then something else happened to him. He felt his own stallion-hood lengthening out.
NO! NO! NO! NOT NOW! PLEASE NOT NOW! It was all futile, but he did have the cover of all those soap bubbles. He gauged mentally there was more than enough to hide his arousal, provided he remained seated as he did. The Princess continued washing his back and shoulders. She didn't seem to notice, he'd throw himself over a cliff edge if she found out. What would she think of him about thinking of Her like that?
She sponged his arms downward then upwards. She washed his neck, and noticed how still and quiet the colt was.
"Are you okay?"
"...yeah." He answered not very convincingly.
He felt her run her hand through his mane of hair... and snagged.
"Hm, have you washed your mane recently?"
"Eyep. 'bout twice weekly or so."
"Well your mane is... well it feels a bit matted. Would you mind if I washed it out?"
"Nah, I wouldn't mind." At least now, her hands wouldn't be so close to his arousal. The Princess slipped a finger in between a elastic band holding his right braid in place, and easily removed it. Then she began doing the more difficult task of separating the strands of his mane. She poured warm water over his braid and worked at the bottom of it. Then she poured a sort of oil on his head then she ran her fingers again and became un-matted.
She repeated the same thing on the other said of his head. Macintosh figured under different circumstances, perhaps with another cute filly, this wouldn't have been so stressful, but the Princess was not just some other filly.
Then...
"Come here, and lay back on me."
Huh?! What?! He felt two hands on his chest pulling him backwards.
ON NO! Am I? ...I AM!! And those are... He found himself wide-eyed and stunned speechless as he was indeed using The Princess, Princess Celestia as a reclined bed. And unable to think otherwise, those were her... breasts...on his back. Hers.
OH DAMN! She ran her hands down with a sponge over his chest and down his stomach.
NO, SHE CAN'T FIND OUT! PLEASE NO! Still hard, and with no plan to end his strain, he only could thank the suds in the bath tub to hide his erection. She kept lightly scrubbing his body and over his stomach. All she had to do was go just a little further and she'd find out just exactly what he was thinking.
He had an idea! He leaned forward to pretend to scratch his leg. And in as few motions as he could achieve he positioned *himself* under his leg. It was a hard strain, especially as the base, but if it avoided scorn and admonishment from the Princess it'd be worth it.
"So tell me-" She began.
"Do you have a special somepony of your own?"
Macintosh's face was by default red... but it went a deeper shad of red at her question. He flirted a bit with some cute young mares, but work kept him orchard bound. And now The Princess was asking him about it. After a moment and a pause, he answered-
"...no. I can't really either, since there's work that needs being done, I can't- really go... out."
"Have you ever kissed?" He felt her hands go down, and rest on either side of his stomach.
"Y- yeah. A couple times."
"And what was it like?" He felt the sponge again in her hand going up his chest, her other hand rested on top his stomach.
"...nice."
"Just nice?"
"...it was really nice."
"Well, how about we wash your face." She moved Macintosh to sit upright then stood. Macintosh gained a full view of her backside, her tail wet with bathwater and various parts of her body covered with soap-bubbles. Then she sat herself directly in front of him.
"I-" She pressed a few fingers to his mouth and gently pressed him until his back was against the ceramic back wall of the bathtub.
Macintosh kept his legs pressed close. And it was the only thing he could do to hide his physical feelings to himself.
"Macintosh? Would you care to look up here?" She said this as she guided his face, from looking down and away, to look at her own. And she made sure both their eyes met.
"Princess... I couldn't. It'd be- I'd be-"
"Young Macintosh. Are you displeased, or ashamed of your Princess's body?"
"NO- I, I'm just not so used to... like this."
Princess Celestia wiped the sponge down his face and over his neck, behind his ears and again down the other side of his face.
"Here." She dipped her hands down to his hands and rose them up. Young Macintosh's level of surprise spiked when her hands, directed his hands over on either side of her breasts.
Words, did and could not relate to his astonishment.
"Well... What do you think?" She enclosed her hands over his again, forcing his hands to squeeze down.
I DON"T KNOW! He shouted mentally.
"It's okay, you know." She said with a smile.
"Go on, It's okay."
"I-"
"It's fine." She said as she stroked his head.
His legs twitch at her touch and- "*SLAP!*" Celestia's eyes went wide in surprise... as she felt a thick wet slap against her smooth belly.
OH NO! Macintosh dreaded...
WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?
Celestia looked down, at first there was only a layer of soap suds, she moved a bubble-layer away.
Her hand reached below.
"Uh, Princess I can-"
His thoughts and speech were utterly interrupted, as he felt a hand wrap around his stalionhood.
"You... said, back at your home, your name is Big Macintosh?"
"...Yeah?"
"...uh-huh." Her other hand submerged underneath the layer of bath suds, and griped the girth of colt-flesh.
"Oh my. Oh my... oh my." Macintosh felt what she was doing, but he couldn't believe it. He felt her hands grip firmly and stroked downward to his base.
Macintosh, gasped a double portion in, feeling her hands on himself. His own hands began to drop away from her.
"Keep them right there. Think of it as a... A trade." She responded.
"Just... Think as if that I need you to keep my breasts dry from the bath."
"...uh-huh."
"Big Macintosh, do you think I find your arousal offensive?" His ears slightly flattened and his head lowered slightly.
"Here, look at me." No sooner he rose his head to look to her again. A Kiss! His eyes widened as well did his ears perk up. Her lips, on his! She separated and observed the amusing *amazed* look on his face.
"Well?"
"Wow..." Was all he could utter aloud. The Princess smiled and guided his body around. She laid herself back against the bathtub, and guided Macintosh to lay on top of her.
He felt... paradise. His hands were back at her breasts, his firm arousal sandwiched between his and her stomach.
"Down here." She placed her hand behind his head and pulled him down, nesting his muzzle between both mounds of soft-flesh.
"There. Better?"
"Hm-hum." Macintosh muffled in agreement. It was this final push he felt confidant enough without feeling intimidated, he groped and squeezed with his hands.
"So, how long have you been this aroused?"
"About since you joined in." He gasped when he felt her hands grip the top and glide down.
"So, it is my fault?" She stroked again.
"I- no, I can't- couldn't help it."
She stroked down again,
"Was it hard to keep this a secret?"
"Eyep, I wasn't real sure what you'd think, so I kept it to myself."
"Then here, sit up then." She pushed on his chest to sit him upright. Macintosh, for all the comforting The Princess gave him, still felt a sliver of embarrassment.
"And move these, up here." She guided his legs to straddle her stomach. In this new position, his erection was for the first time in full view to the both of them above the soap suds of the bath.
"Has this been a strain to hide?"
"Yeah."
"Then let me ease this strain." Her hand firmly wrapped around the rounded head, and glided down. And again and again at a clam pace.
"Ohh..." He moan out. Her hands were magic. Was she using magic? Did it matter? Just these two slim royal hands going up and down his shaft
"Ahh- ooooh..." Again and again, she stroked his member, again and again. She never spead up the pace though.
Doing this, Macintosh strained his eyes shut, and almost bit down his lip. His hips were swelling with motion and wanted to thrust forward.
"Princess, this-" He shot a hand down to halt her hands. He breathed heavy, and only inches away from orgasm.
"Big Macintosh-" She started.
"If you like how this feels, and wish to climax, then you'll allow me to finish." He removed his hand away, and she resumed her firm up and down motions.
"Oh, Princess...OOHHH!" He shut his eyes shut... then bliss, a wave on top of another wave of sensation from his loins to the center of his chest. He exhaled out-loud, he grinned. It was perfect, it was... what else was it, except perfect?
*sigh*... he opened his eyes expecting a splashed-mess across her face, but was surprised when he saw her face just as clean as it was moments ago. He may have been curious to ask why, but wasn't going to.
"Fell better?" She asked.
"Uh-huh." He huffed as he began to upright himself, almost lost his balance, but didn't.
"Wait...something's... not right." All he saw next was The Princess smiling at him, with her elegant face, her big eyes, and graceful smile. The lights in the bathroom dimmed, then darkened...
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Young Macintosh awoke in his bed, and shot himself upright.
"What...?" His mind returned to it's senses, but that was only rewarded, and the feeling of cold wetness in his pants, snapping him back to reality.
"It was a dream." Sure enough, his braids were still held in place by hair-bands. His clothes were still on from yesterday. He still smelled as he did after he finished yesterday's work.
The only new thing about his condition was a cold wet slime, pooled in the center of his shorts, underneath his overalls. He looked out his bedroom window to see if he could see The Princess standing outside, about to wave at him. Nothing.
"It was a dream."
There was nothing else to it, he couldn't go back to sleep like this. Under the cover of the darkness, he undressed and threw yesterday's clothes in a wash hamper. He was about to put on his pajamas when he realized it'd only be about an hour till sunrise.
He just put on a new set of work clothes, and a fresh shirt. He laid back on his bed and just stared up, aimlessly. He grew a big grin on his face, as he said-
"It was only a dream. But it was a nice dream."
The End.