(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 understand 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 going to 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 thought 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 normal 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 school -- long before she developed her fetish. They were both attractive, intelligent and popular, and they found that they really liked each other. And it turned into love, and he was her first.
They stayed together all through college 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 issue, more and more, at work. She was an excellent architect. And she had proven it time and again. But the company, 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 creative 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 benefits, but back away from thoughts of marriage. And as always, 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 beautiful 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 opinion. 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 always, 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 thought 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 thought wearily. But that was unkind. He was her best friend. She wanted him to be happy. Hopefully, there on the beautiful, and erotic island, he'd find 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.
