My Little Pony

“I began pouring out my pony gear on top Susan who was still prone on the bed.  While Dakota was outside getting his things, I climbed into my black Lycra second skin.  After a quick brushing out of my tail, Susan wrapped my harness belt around my waist, with the long full tail flowing down my legs.  With a glimpse of remorse, I realized that poor Dakota was left to his own devices in getting tacked up, but Susan already had me slipping away – and certainly one pony could not harness another.  I recall holding out my wrists, one at a time, for Susan to buckle into my cuffs… before attaching the cuff to my wrist; she snugged down the arms of my Lycra suit to partially cover my hands.   Noting the care that Susan took with each of my buckles gave me a sense of pride.  A satisfaction that comes from knowing that I belong to such a woman and at the same time being proud of her for taking such good care of her pony.  This sense of pride would swell to Clydesdale proportions before the night was out!  Placing a Lycra hood over my head, she took great care to not spook me (this was my first time in it) and took the time to make sure it was centered on me and to tuck away any wisps of hair that might be poking out.  Having her stand back to admire her work and then having her place kisses on my exposed face was all I needed to slip away totally into pony space. Once all my gear was on, she left me to check on Dakota.  I could not help beaming at them both while they sorted out getting Dakota’s bridle to fit properly.  I think my last coherent thought was wishing that Dakota be able to get into his pony space as nicely as I was… then Susan scooped up our reins!”

Ponyplay boasts the oldest and noblest pedigree of all the niche kinks. For as long as humans and horses have lived together, people have explored the symbolism of human/animal transformation snd the metaphor of humans harnessing animal power. Cave paintings as Lascaux in France suggest that Neplithic humans worshipped horse deities of the hunt. The first clear representation of humans being forced to act as beasts of burden is a 4,000 year old Assyrian frieze depicting a kind riding int a conquered city on a chariot pulled by conquered human ponies. Ancient Greek satirists claimed that the philosopher Aristotle delighted in giving pony-back rides to his domineering wife. In fact, early psychiatrists often referred to ponyplay as “The Aristotelian Peversion”.

Colonies under British rule in the 18th and 19th centuries apparently used human ponies as a form of exotic entertainment for the ruling classes. Historians report the existence of human pony “gymkhanas” (Olympic-style sports competitions) in India under the British Raj, and in Colonial Africa among the British soldiers and their families. You might even catch a glimpse of a human race in the backround of one scene in the 1984 film White Mischief, set in 1930’s Africa. Sir Guy Masterleigh, a contemporary English ponygirl trainer, believes that these games were popular mainly because the British are a horse loving people; they could not keep real horses in disease ridden tropical climates, so “if you want to play ponies, you’ve got to be one”. Not to mention the British just seem to have a knack for all things kinky.

Deviant Desires: Incredibly Strange Sex, Katherine Gates

Ponyplay in Brief

What They Call Themselves: ponyplayers, ponyboys, ponygirls, human ponies

What It Is: humans performing as horses under the control of “grooms”, “owners” or “trainers” in consensual erotic roleplay

What They Do: costuming of “tacking”, grooming , gait training, riding, performance and competition are modeled on real equestrian activities. cart ponies follow verbal or whip commands while harnessed to two-wheeled carts. show ponies perform choreographed steps under the direction of their trainers. riding poinies may carry their owners/trainers two-legged or four legged. sex may or may not happen between two ponies or between ponies and their trainers.

What It Is Not: ponyplayers have no interest in bestiality

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