#ponyplay

[wiltkingart]

pony boy

[dollmaidcrystal]

The first day in the stable always requires the most adjustment.

(With Damazonia.)

[temptresstitania]

i start talking abt milking hucows and breeding ponygirls together and everyone goes quiet. well call me old MacDonald bc this is MY farm and i get to do what I want with my livestock subs.

[beansprean]

commission from @g0sts! ive never seen nandor happier...

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Full body of Nandor on a deep red background wearing a heavily jeweled leather harness, jock strap, and bridle with shining gold buckles. The bridle features horse ears, a bit between his teeth, blinders, and reigns that go offscreen, dripping with strands of pearl and red tassels. He has horse hoof gloves over his hands with jeweled cuffs and gold horseshoes. The back of the jock strap features a horse tail with a cuff of pearls, mirroring his pony-tailed hair. He is also wearing matching leather chaps connected to the jock with straps and buckles. The front of the chaps are covered with cow spotted fur and the seams with a line of pearls and tassels. On his feet, black cowboy boots with red heels, shining gold details, and gold spurs. He is posing as if mid-trot, one foot kicked up behind him and hooved hands held up in front dressage-style. /end ID

[dollmaidcrystal]

Little known fact: Tassels were originally added to ponygirl tack as an insect deterrent.

If the alternative is horseflies all over your sensitive nips, doesn't that make the clamps seem so much more reasonable?

With Little Slave Kitten.

[trojanponyworld]

[ghost-pony]

hiii i've been neglecting tumblr a little bit

i am increasingly tempted to say 'fuck it' and just start following more people back on here (rn i follow only sfw accounts so i can use tumblr in public but man it makes it so hard to keep up with people)

[puzzledpony]

ATTENTION PONIES OF TUMBLR!!!! Tell me what breed you identify most with and/or tell me about your ponyself :))) Hearing about other ponies makes me so happy

I’ll start! I consider my ponyself a fjord horse and am typically pretty mild tempered and willing to please. I like to work hard and consider myself a work horse although sometimes I feel like a fancy show pony or breeding mare! I like to please everyone around me and will push my limits just for a smile from my owner. I like harsh training with praise mixed in there <3

As a trainer, I like the wild ones ;)

[fury-fantasy]

[temptresstitania]

nobody talks abt ponyplay enough. nobody talks abt ponygirls enough. i mean where am I supposed to find someone who looks best with a bit in her mouth and a carriage strapped to her. who am i going to soundly whip and click my tongue at? who am i going to watch parade around in dressage for me, naked and hopelessly restrained, yet free enough to prance around in circles, should it appease me. strong, elegant, weak, docile, easily frightened. i want a perfect pony to play with.

[uundercxver]

me n my partner were wondering if theres a queer ponyplay community on here and if there are actual equestrians in it

does anyone know...🤔

[dollmaidcrystal]

A wild rubberpony was spotted wandering the streets of Paris today.

(With Gaelle Lagalle)

[trojanponyworld]

[ghost-pony]

Shiny new pony - finally got a couple pics showing off my new bodysuit, hooves, & fluffy fur.

[horny-ponygurl]

Oh to be a breeding pony: useful, pleasured and full.

You’re almost never removed from the breeding racks. Your once shiny rubber catsuit is now covered in grime and fluids, growing dirtier after every successive visitor to your booth.

Even underneath the stains, your gear is still very specialised: the suit that you were long ago stuffed into is incredibly thick and you can hardly feel anything through it. What’s more, handles are affixed strategically on your back atop your shoulder blades as well as on your hips; both locations provide a highly suitable location for any cruel owner, bash stallion, or even a mare with one of the many strap-ons to get a good grip while thrusting into you.

Further up your gear, your hood is of a very strange design: unlike the usual equine masks on the elegant ponygirls around the ranch, this one is modelled more after a gas mask. Twin corrugated hoses exit from two fittings on the front, leading down to a rebreather bag that swings loose below you, ready to be crushed or played with by any prospective partner. Further up the mask, tinted lenses leave you in perpetual darkness. However, the main feature of the mask is the large pink flesh-light that resides where the mouth should be. This ensures your kept nice and quiet at all times, while maintaining a nice tight hole for anyone who decides to make use of the front hole.

The back hole has had a similar treatment, for the first few months an inflatable plug was used to keep you filled and stop you from leaking between uses. However, after too many large cocks (and larger dildos), your arse hole became too stretched to be of an use to anyone, so a trainer came round one day and stuck a flesh-light up there. The ejaculations of countless visitors to your booth now run down you thighs, highlighted boldly against your black latex. Now you don’t even get the slight pleasure of being fucked, just the shame and filling sensation of such a large object taking permanent residence in your behind.

Undoubtedly however, your least favourite piece of tack is on your front, the only piece of exposed skin: your tight metal chastity cage. You’ve been in chastity for a long time at this ranch, but becoming a breeding mare meant saying goodbye to your package forever. On the first day, your trainer came to your booth with a small tube of superglue, and insured you would not be distracted from your duties again. Then of course, he inaugurated both your holes, the first of many to use you.

You feel the hard metal frame of the breeding rack underneath your knees and elbows, it is locked firmly to the leather harness that crisscrosses your bound body, holding your head and arse up and ready for use, while ensuring your compliance at all times.

Waking from your sleep-like stupor, you hear the distinctive clopping of the lead stallion’s hoof boots coming towards the barn, an incredibly talented racer and just as well endowed between the thighs. You brace your holes for the post-race party that is sure to begin, centring on your booth.

A little precum spurts from your cage. It will be a good night.