In the year I’d spent modeling, I’d quickly learned the first rule was to always read the fine print. So why on Earth did I sign a full year contract with the people at the Onager Puella Ranch without carefully reading each and every word? Greed and stupidity topped the list, but it was too late to back out now. With the stroke of a pen I’d stopped being Grace Dubois, and became Grace the ponygirl. Even though I’d seen the bound, gagged, and harnessed human ponies before my interview, what I was getting myself into hadn’t really sunk in. Now I’m being trained to bit and bridle by my new master by any means he deems necessary, and I do mean any.