Laura was delirious. Dazed, hungry, thirsty, she had been hanging naked in this stable for many days.

Behind her was that black stallion, pacing and snorting. Facing her were what seemed like two hanging corpses, skeletons, really, that The Captor had called Two and Five. Beyond them, were five captive women like her; no, not like her anymore, but hooved, wrist-cuffed, bitted and bridled, more like ponies, enstalled for the night.

The Captor said little, only "It shall be your choice, Eight. Either you will become my obedient ponygirl for all time, totally owned by me, or you will hang for a long long time, like Two and Five. I just need one more fine female to complete my six-ponygirl carriage."

Would it be? Would she travel through the remainder of her life with a Master, as a pony?

Laura just hung there in the last rays of the setting sun, groggy, undecided. She knew she had little time - if she did not submit soon, she would not have the strength to ever do so...