Ponygirl Obsession

John was a deviant.

He had known it for some time.

Now, though, he could finally do something about it.

Ever since he was old enough to work he had ground out the hours at his father’s ranch, learning to care for the ponies whilst he built up his savings.The more he worked with the ponies, the more fascination he had developed with the beasts. On average they stood a head taller than himself, the working animals he dealt with possessing thick, powerful thighs unlike their show pony counterparts. They were completely hairless besides a long mane which sat atop their heads. For all intents and purposes they were identical to their human counterparts beyond their larger size and significantly lesser intelligence. John had read somewhere about a conspiracy that the beasts had once been the same as a regular person, but had been bred over the years to reach the desired physique to carry out their labours since the great plague which had wiped out almost all of the original farm animals. He couldn’t quite imagine how such a thing would come to pass, though.

With his amassed wealth and having finally come of age, John had purchased a modest plot of land with a small stable and what barely passed for a hut for him to live in. His primary purchase and the one he was currently heading to make was his very first Ponygirl. One that would be his by law. One he would be entirely responsible for. To work. To care for. To… enjoy. The very thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. Along with a jolt of sobering fear. If anyone discovered his deviant thoughts, his filthy desires, he would be outcast. Disowned. To lower yourself to intimacy with a Ponygirl was a great taboo amongst society.

Leaving his musings behind, John increased his pace as his excitement grew. He whistled a merry tune as he made his way down the dusty track towards the town’s market, the sound of activity and the calls of salesmen carrying on the wind towards him.