(Fetish, ponyplay, consensual) her Pony Play fantasy.

By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them find out the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the ‘Island Paradise, The Beginning’ for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.

Summer had come to two distinct conclusions. She wasn’t gonna marry Scott. She loved him and they were the best of friends, but there was a spark missing. He was just too nice. Too much the gentleman, too deferential, not in a bad way, in a loving way. But she just didn’t feel the passion she felt she needed for marriage.

And the other revelation was that she was enamored with the wondered of ponyplay – as weird as that sounded.

It had become her favorite fantasy Fetish. The vision she masturbated to, late at night when she was Horny, but didn’t want Scott’s gentle touch.

She knew it was bizarre, both as a sexual Fetish and as the one for her, but nevertheless it was her favorite fantasy.

She was in all other respects a very typical woman. But somehow, in some way, she loved the idea of being a girl living and being treated like, a pretty pony.

Ponyplay had come to her attention, while she was surfing the pages of the DeviantArt website. Several digital artists seemed to be enamored with the idea, and one in particular, A guy from Hamburg, had caught her attention. His collection was realistic, fascinating and filled with girls in harness and hooves.

And it turned her on. And the more she saw, and read, the more she dreamed of playing that role. That very submissive and controlled fantasy life.

I should see a psychologist, she told herself, on more than one occasion.

She also recognized that, the two sentiments were related.

She had been dating Scott since high college — long before she developed her Fetish. They were both attractive, intelligent and famous, and they found that they really liked each other. And it turned into Love, and he was her first.

They stayed together all through school and when they graduated, they both found jobs downtown, so out of habit, they shared a condo together. It seemed natural.

Their friends constantly badgered them about marriage, but she just couldn’t. And he was so very patient; no pressure. After a while, their friends gave up and only harassed them on occasion.

It was probably the thousandth time that he said, ‘whatever you want’, that she truly understood what was holding her back. She wanted a mate who took control. An old-fashioned man who would manage everything, including her, with confidence and strength. Like a trainer and owner, and she, his pony.

She had been running into a similar problem, more and more, at work. She was an excellent architect. And she had proven it time and again. But the business, appreciating her talent, wanted her to do even more project management work, and lead her team, rather than simply produce. She’d gladly do her innovative work, day and night – but stop asking me to plan and lead!

Deep down, she believed that she was just sick and tired of making decisions, and worrying about consequences. She didn’t want to be an ‘independent woman’. She didn’t want to be in charge. She wanted to follow.

And she couldn’t see dear Scott ever delivering on that need.

Finally, they had that long talk. And decided that they’d stay best friends, and roommates with advantages, but back away from thoughts of marriage. And as at all times, his answer was, “if that’s what you want.”

And all of that led back to her other conclusion about herself.

Growing up, she’d often spent vacations visiting her uncle’s ranch. There she’d come to adore his horses, as many girls seem to do. The gorgeous animals were confident and strong, and patient and loving, and they enjoyed following their rider’s orders. At least the well-trained ones who she rode, groomed, and admired did.

She loved them so very much. And much later in life, when, one lonely night, she stumbled onto the tales of human ponies, she was shocked, and then fascinated, and then hooked on that seemingly bizarre Fetish.

After that she spent hours examining that flavor of sexual fantasy. She began dreaming of it, constantly, both awake and asleep.

And her favorite aspect was that it fit right in with her desire to Free herself from decision-making and responsibility.

Of course, Scott never really knew of her growing Fetish. He wouldn’t have understood. He did, on occasion see her surfing her favorite sites, and the pictures left him confused, but uninterested.

It was when she began planning a vacation adventure, to get away from it all and clear her head, that she stumbled upon Paradise Island. The place looked perfect for a vacation away, and as a place to explore her Fetish. They actually had a vacation package for ponyplay!

She mentioned her vacation plans to Scott, leaving out the Ponyplay package, of course, asking his comment. It was a very expensive place, after all. And it was yet another decision that she found difficult to make. Spending all of that money.

He though, was supportive, as at all times, and encouraged her to just go for it. She certainly had the money, and the vacation time.

But then he, himself got interested in the idea after she described the place to him. Like all men, he did like Sex, and the wondered of an entire Caribbean Island dedicated to fun and Sex, was certainly interesting.

Perhaps, it could even reignite Summer’s Love for him. A guy could hope.

When he suggested that he accompany her, she was torn. She’d appreciate the support, having a man along for the long trip would certainly make it safer. And it would be nice to have him there on the island with her, in case her dreams didn’t work out. But she was worried and embarrassed, when she pictured his reaction to the ponygirl persona she intended to take on and enjoy, while there.

He’ll probably just go along with it, saying ‘whatever you want,’ she wondered wearily. But that was unkind. He was her best friend. She wanted him to be happy. Hopefully, there on the gorgeous, and erotic island, he’d discover the Love of his life. Or his personal Fetish, or at the very least the best Sex of his he’d ever had.

So, she agreed to make it a twosome, and booked the reservations, for two weeks. And she signed herself up for the Ponyplay package. He would go as a standard guest, but sharing the suite at the Fetish resort. The place was too expensive for anything else.

She wouldn’t tell him about her personal plans for fun. Her pony adventure would certainly be a surprise for him. She hoped he wouldn’t be too shocked. At least she’d get it all out in the open. It was the only thing he didn’t know about her.

A couple of months later, they departed on the series of flights required to get them to the ferry, that would ultimately deposit them on paradise. She had taken care of all of the arrangements, and the extensive set of paperwork required, without bothering him with the details.

When they at last arrived at the island’s dock, he was surprised by all of the bureaucratic red tape, and unhappy by the requirement forbidding personal electronics, cameras and cell phones. But he submitted as he was required to.

He received a black wrist band while Summer received a brown one. A chart on the wall explained the color codes.

That was his first indication that something wasn’t as he had expected it to be.

“I expected the white bands of the fun resorts.” He said confused.

“Oh, we can visit those places, but I want to try something different.” She said, as casually and confidently as she could manage.

“You do, do you?” he responded, skeptically. His Summer had never been all that adventurous.

“Yes, please support me on this,” she replied, sheepishly.

“Haven’t I always?”

“Yes, you have.” She replied reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek. Thinking all the while, that’s been part of my issue.

“So, what am I supporting you on?”

“You’ll see. Just be patient, and try to understand.”

Figure out what? He asked himself, worried.

Just then a pleasant staff member stepped up and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Valeria, you must be Summer, and you’re her friend Scott, right?”

“Yes, that’s us,” Scott replied.

“Great, now it looks like we have a package for Summer, but you’re going for the standard package, but staying with her at the Fetish resort. Are you her owner, by any chance?”

Scott looked at her, confused.

“He can stand in as my owner, if that’s necessary.” Summer answered, hurriedly. “It’s actually a surprise for him.” She added, trying to explain the situation without giving it away, and freaking him out.

Valeria looked at Summer, speculatively for a moment. “That’s alright, we’ll deal with it. So, what I’d suggest is that Scott goes directly to your suite, relaxes and perhaps tours the facility, while we get you all set up for your package. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” Summer said. Relieved that things were going so well, and excited about what was to come.

Scott just nodded, still unsure what was going on.

“Just so you know, I’ll be your personal concierge for the duration of your stay. I’ll answer any questions, coordinate everything you’ve requested or request, and help any way I can. Just call me, on your island cell phone. You do have your phones, right?”

“Yes, we have them.” Scott replied begrudgingly. He still hadn’t completely come to terms with surrendering his electronics. Without his own phone, he felt lost.

Valeria ignored his negative tone, she’d heard it before, often. “Great. Now let me arrange for a bellman to deliver you, Scott and your bags to your suite. Then I’ll take Summer for her preparations and outfitting.”

“Preparations and outfitting?” Scott asked, looking at Summer.

Summer smiled and leaned in to kiss him, this time gently on the mouth. “You run along and have fun. You’ll see me soon enough, but this is your vacation too. Go out and enjoy, don’t worry about me.”

“Scott, if you’d like to book some golf, or tennis, or deep-sea fishing, or any activity for today or throughout your stay, please call me.” Valeria told him, pleasantly.

Then she looked over at Summer. “Summer may very well be tied up for much of the time, and we don’t want you to get bored.” She finished with a wink, and Summer blushed.

Scott didn’t find out, but before he could ask any more questions a guy showed up with a small van, loaded their bags, and Scott, and took him away. All he got in was a wave as they drove off.

Valeria then turned to Summer. “So, my guess is that he’s a friend, and escort, but not into your Fetish, right?”

“Exactly. Thanks for helping me out with him.”

Valeria smiled, “that’s what I’m here for.”

She then looked at her tablet. “For the next twelve days you’ll be a ponygirl, you understand that right? During that time, you’ll be unable to, actually, forbidden to speak. So, you need to tell me anything else important, or ask me any questions you can, right now.”

“Twelve days? My stay is for fourteen.” Summer said, a bit panicky. She was afraid that something had been screwed up with their reservation.

“Yes, of course. You’ll be with us for two full weeks, but the last two days of your stay will be dedicated to recovery. Returning you to human form.” She said, as she reached out and stroked Julie’s shoulder reassuringly. “Julie, my dear, after a dozen days as a full-time pony, with a full regimen of training, you’ll need to relearn to be a woman. Believe me. Both physically and mentally it will be necessary. We’re well experienced with the process. I’ll schedule you for massages and physical therapy sessions and ensure that Scott takes good care of you during those last two days.”

Summer was stunned. She hadn’t wondered of that aspect and it frightened her. Would she really need deprogramming? That’s what it sounded like. The idea was scarry. But also intriguing, and arousing too; would she be so much the pony that she’d have trouble returning to being a typical woman?

“Okay.” She said, distantly, still lost in wondered

“So, no questions?”

“Um, not really,” she answered, although there were probably dozens she should ask. She was too thrilled, and absolutely ready to start.

“Good, now come along, we have several steps to take before we can truly begin your adventure.”

Summer was tempted to ask what the steps were, but she decided to just go along, and accept whatever exciting things they were gonna do to turn her into a pony girl.

The two of them loaded up into another little van and Valeria drove off heading down a different road from that taken by Scott. Ten minutes later they pulled up in front of the island’s spa and clinical complex.

“First we have to prepare your body.” Valeria explained as she escorted Summer into the spa.

After checking in, they were directed to a treatment room. Where a couple of staff members, all in white, waited.

“Please remove your clothes, all of them and place them in this bag.” One directed, professionally and unemotionally.

“I’ll take that and make sure it gets delivered to your suite.” Valeria told her.

Summer took a deep breath and stripped off her sandals, her dress and then her bra and panties. Finally, she stood naked and embarrassed in front of the three of them.

Valeria could tell that the girl was nervous. “Summer, please relax. Here on the island about half of the guests move around naked, or nearly naked. It’s no big deal. No reason to be shy. And as a pony you’ll need to get used to it anyway.”

Summer, took another deep breath and let it out slowly. “I understand. This is my first time here, and it will be my first time as a pony girl, so I have a lot to get used to. I knew this was coming. I should have been better prepared for it.”

“No worries. And besides, you’re lovely.” She added, encouragingly.

Summer smiled, appreciating the reassurance.

“I see that your crotch is already hairless, that’s good. One less thing we have to do. It’s normal for ponygirls to be bare.” One of the other women said.

That’s encouraging. Summer wondered. She had at all times loved the smooth look so she had her pubes lasered off, while she was still in school.

The two attendants had her sit in a treatment chair while they prepared to work on her hair. Summer, nervously waited to see what they were gonna do. Color it? Trim it?

Whatever their plans, it was apparently a part of the package so she’d go with it.

She was terribly shocked though, when she realized what they were doing to her. The two of them were working, one on each side of her head to shave off her hair!

She had a really hard time not objecting but when she looked at Valeria, she was just standing there smiling, encouragingly. This must be a typical part of the package, but still…

It didn’t take long for them to finish and when they did, they turned her around so she could see the result in the big wall mirror. She was relieved, somewhat when she saw that they hadn’t removed all of her hair. They had left a strip down the center, like a mohawk hair style, or a horse’s mane. It was long particularly in front and at the back of her neck, and only about six inches on top.

Next, they proceeded to shave the area to reduce the stubble to next to nothing.

Finally, the two of them then put on gloves and dyed the shadow of stubble white.

By that point, when she looked at herself, there was no sign that she had anything but her mane.

“There, that’s the first phase.” Valeria said, taking her by the hand to lead her out and to another room, in another area of the spa.

Summer hesitated at the door, and looked longingly at the bag that contained her clothes.

“Summer, calm down, you need to get used to this. You are to become a proud pony on display. That’s your role. The one you selected for yourself. Get used to it.” Valeria scolded. And as they stepped into the hallway, she added. “And like I said, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have a beautiful body and soon you’ll be in full tack.”

Summer took a deep breath and did her best to accept her status. She just let herself be led down the hallway, on full display.

In another treatment room, a cosmetologist applied long false eyelashes and heavy, dark eyeliner to her eyes. “Ponies always have beautifully large eyes and lashes. And this make-up will last for the duration of your stay.”

When she looked in the mirror, Summer hardly recognized herself, with the haircut and the makeup, she didn’t look at all like the woman she knew. She giggled, thinking about what Scott would think.

In the next treatment room, things got serious.

There, Summer sat in yet another treatment chair while another professional worked on her nose. It didn’t hurt too much but she came away with a pierced septum and a silver ring dangling onto her upper lip.

During the procedure, Summer really had to fight the urge to protest. But she held steadfast and let herself be decorated. It was too late to stop now.

She saw the thing when the piercer handed her a hand mirror. It was as large as it felt, and it looked obscene. It reminded her more of a cow’s nose ring, than anything she’d ever seen on a horse. And it did hang down onto her upper lip. It would be too obvious to be ignored by anyone who looked at her. Terribly humiliating.

“I know that was unpleasant Summer, but that’s part of the package. Ponies have those rings in their noses to signify their status as livestock. The process used in that piercing, is new and unique. It produces a permanent hole and one able to be used immediately. That ring will be with you for the duration. When you leave, if you want, we can cut it and remove it, or leave it in place.”

Summer fought the shock she felt. She had read about the practice, and the philosophy behind it, but hadn’t really expected it to be part of the package. “Um, how many keep it?” She asked the question, in part, to mask her dismay.

“Actually, about half decide they like it. It is sexy, especially if you’re a submissive.”

“Hmmm. I’ll have to think about that.” She said, while she tried to compose herself. With trepidation, she asked, “what’s next?”

Valeria smiled and rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, “We’re done here. Now we’re off to the tack room. That is going to be weird for you, but all ponies come to Love their harnesses. Oh, and I hope all of the measurements you provided, when you signed for the package, were legitimate. Some girls try and cheat, and they wind up regretting it.”

“They were all accurate.” Summer replied. She’d wondered about adjusting her numbers, but had decided against it. Her real body was just fine.

The walk this time was longer, and took them outside to another building, but Summer was getting used to being paraded around naked, for all to see. And she noticed, along the way that she wasn’t the only naked person, woman or man, walking around the place. It helped her relax.

Two men were waiting for them in the large ‘tack room’ — so said the sign on the door they entered. And the place did look a bit like a barn.

Summer blushed, but resisted the urge to try and cover herself. I’m a pony, or will be, she kept telling herself.

“Welcome, pony Summer. I’m Emilio, and this is Samuel. We have your tack all ready for you. I imagine you were expecting the smell of fine leather. But for our purposes, and in this climate, we make our harnesses out of an artificial material that looks and acts like leather.”