I really need to get some pictures of me all decked out as a Christmas Pony. I’m getting all kinds of compliments, and I think I look fantastic.

Miss deka ordered me into pony tack a little while ago and instructed me that though I can change what tack I’m wearing, I’m to remain in tack until she tells me otherwise. Naturally I was happy to comply, it didn’t strike me until yesterday evening just how much. This is the longest I’ve been continuously in tack since I was at FFF full-time. As those who’ve read my blog will know, I have a multitude of forms, and often get antsy if I’m in once form for too long. That’s not the case now. I am perfectly content as a pony. Miss deka could tell me tomorrow that except for special occasions, I’m a pony permanently and I would have no complaints. I’d still want to be yakar from time to time, if only for the snuggles and hunting, but other than that, pony is me.

I’ve been pondering the nature of submission a fair bit lately. A very close friend of mine realised recently that her true nature was more as a consensual slave than as a submissive. At the time, that resonated for me, and I felt that this did a decent job of describing me as well. In some ways it still does, but in the context of being a pony. A pony doesn’t concern himself with much, other than to do as his trainers/owner are requesting. A pony is content to stand, hitched to a cart, waiting for his driver to be ready. Listening to the swirl of conversation around him but not necessarily paying it any mind, or necessarily participating. Or not, a pony is also free to be involved within the limits that the tack imposes.

I’ve almost forgotten what it is like to speak normally in SL. I’m always wearing my bit, I’m often wearing my blinders which seriously restrict my vision and my ability to touch. I just feel surrounded by comfort. The difference in how I feel when the blinders are on compared to when they are off is remarkable. As the days go by I’m slipping deeper and deeper into what I’m calling “pony-space”. Like sub-space, but different. I’m reacting to people less as a person would and more like a horse would. I spent about 4 hours yesterday just standing hitched to my sleigh at Forum, not a care in the world. Lots was going on around me, and I was involved, but involved as a pony, not as a person wearing pony tack.

I have to admit I’m a little vain as a pony, I’ve been Christmassing (oops, languaging again) myself up. My tack is all coloured Green, I’m wearing a deep red catsuit and my hooves are also red with green highlights. My plume has been replaced by reindeer antlers with twinkling lights. I’ve got a nose ring that’s a wreath with matching wreaths on my nipples. A bright shiny red Rudolph nose completes it. When I’m pulling the sleigh I’ve got jingle bells ringing. I’m happy as a clam… well, as a pony.

Pictures soon, I promise.

Related posts:

1. Forum’s 3rd annual pony event is now done
2. Forum’s second pony event started today!
3. Diving into pony life full time…
4. A day in the life of a pony…
5. A fun few days

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