Katja's Story
My pony story goes like this:
It was the early nineties. The Internet was still in it's puberty and reserved for computer wizards and trend setters. As a student of a technical university I was given free dial-in access to it and as soon as I had connected my speedy 14400 bit/sec modem I did what every other student did... I started looking for dirty pictures.
It took me a while to figure it all out but eventually I got my head around how newsgroups work and found an interesting sounding one. It had latex in the title. The first picture I downloaded was of a pretty girl in a latex catsuit and open face hood, sitting cuffed on a sofa. 'This is it!!!!' shouted a voice inside my head. What a delightful sight. My latex fetish was born.
The second picture was of the same girl as a.... latex pony girl. I sat there stunned.... my little brain trying to grasp the concept. Never had I seen anything so beautiful, so erotic, so desirable, so kinky and out there. She must feel wonderful in her shiny rubber catsuit, that bit in her mouth, harness strapped around her head with pony ears, bells on her nipples, stirrups dangling on her thighs. I wanted to be her. My pony fetish was born.
Since I was living with my parents it took years before I could act on any of my fetishes, but when I moved out, the first thing I did was order latex and a pony bit. I also started to make my own hooves, mane and tail. They were brave attempts that failed to produce anything worth looking at. Still the very first pictures I took of myself as a fetish model were as a latex pony.
With no one to play with I let the pony in me be for years. After I came out as a fetish model it didn't take too long before I was having another go at making my own pony outfit. I did better the second time around and I got to pose with Valentina Fetishdoll for her website, where she forcibly (yeah right) transforms me into a pink latex pony.
From time to time I would do some pony modeling. I added a zebra catsuit to my wardrobe and did some nice shoots as an untamable animal. Last year I decided that I should be a pony girl at the biggest and most prestigious fetish party in the world, the Skin Two Rubber Ball in London. A pro Domme friend of mine was kind enough to adopt me as her pet for the night and paraded me around. She 'got it' and treated me like the farm animal I am inside while everybody else pretended I was human.
As a typical show pony I'm very happy posing for videos and photos but now I'm looking to get some more actual pony time in. I might visit some pony munches, do a pride parade or have an actual pony play session filmed or photographed rather than just posing. Pony space is such a nice and quiet place to be and since I'm not inhibited anymore I can let my pony run free.
