The shock of the idea of being put down startles me awake. Oh my God, what a relief - it was all just a dream after browsing SirJeff's Ponygirls website late into the night.

But as I get less drowsy, even with my eyes still closed I realize from the clinking and restriction of my chains that it was not quite all dreamt.

I sense the feel of my bit in my mouth, of my rings weighing my nipples, and of my tail plug distending my rectum. And, deliciously so, my fingers still caress my clit from when I soothed myself to sleep.

There is no need to fully wake nor to open my eyes. I am still a ponygirl!