The first time Master showed me the this photograph I thought it was beautiful. I immediately appreciated the effort and discipline to wear such head gear and the harness and to act like a pony. As a student of life I immediately sought other photographs and or journals that involved people who participated in pony play and after exploring for numerous days I came to the conclusion that although the garments and accessories are beautiful and the preening and training to be a human pony is gruelling and takes a tremendous amount of dedication, my interest in such a lifestyle, resembles that of how I feel about visiting an art gallery: lovely when there, delighted to leave it behind.
Perhaps the world of pony play simply goes beyond my imagination for as much as I try I genuinely see no arousal to such behaviours. I can see beauty in form and discipline; I can see enjoyment in watching someone trot and gallop when commanded and I can even see the humiliation factor of turning a person into an animal. With all that said though, no matter how much I try I simply am not sexually stirred by such images, by the high knee steps and the bit in the mouth and feathers on top of the head – it all, unfortunately seems a little silly to me.
This does not mean I believe those who engage in such activities and lifestyle are silly, not at all. It simply means when I think of or witness such behaviours I can not help but chuckle. Well chuckle and smile in admiration for such grace and beauty. I do believe pony play is a particular fetish for specific individuals, those who truly gain pleasure, whether that be sexual or emotional from participating in, encouraging or watching such activities. And although I personally do not receive pleasure from pony play I respect that others do. Truth be told I am rather curious about those individuals who do receive such gratification from either owning a human pony or for being a human pony.
I would believe the attraction for such a creative, sexual, disciplined outlet would be similar to what attracts me to being a slave or what attracts others to be a human puppy: desire, satisfaction, contentment and pleasure. I have had the fortune of speaking with two women and one man who all participate in pony play and what I found most interesting is that all three individuals said they receive a tremendous amount of sexual arousal when dressed in full gear, being paraded around a ring as a spectacle for an audience. They all also said that it is the act of pretending to be an animal that brought the greatest sense of arousal and that they felt most comfortable in their bodies when dressed like a pony. They all also agreed the humiliation element was an intense stimulus and that when people commented on what they were wearing and how they were trotting they became grossly aroused and one of the women and the man both stated they have climaxed simply from feeling the gravel under their hooves while people commented on their stance.
I confess I am genuinely in awe at such a fetish if only because even after hearing their stories and watching videos and imagining myself in the same situation I did not experience any level of arousal or interest or even dislike or disgust and I can not remember a time when that has ever happened. Generally I have a rather intense reaction, whether that be one of complete pleasurable intoxication or one of absolute horror and repulsion. With pony play I am, for a lack of better words, Switzerland. I am neither for nor against. I am not interested in it, to participate, be a part of or even watch; however, I also will not go out of my way to avoid such a situation if I should stumble upon it.
When it comes to the world of kink and fetishes (and pretty much everything in my life) I like to investigate before I decide whether it is of interest to me and I can honestly say after ten years of asking questions, of wearing bits, of even having a saddle placed upon my back, of watching women raise their knees high and even hear them neigh, I can say with confidence the human pony simply does not do anything for me.
Well, perhaps for one exception, for this photograph certainly captures my attention in a way no other pony picture or person ever has. There is something mysterious and compelling about it; not arousing but artistically beautiful to me. A true human pony.
(Top Photograph: courtsesy of Ken Marcus)
(Bottom Photographer unknown)