"That's enough." Professor fossil sighed. She looked down at the pink party pony. A girl that had been locked up in a box not an hour ago. Her head wrapped in a rubber hood pumping in the food, water and air she'd need to live. Her mind deprived of the normal mind-assailing stimuli it would have gotten if she was just a nomral delivery.

She was a gift. A gift to the Professor from Princess Twilight. A token of admiration and esteem from one of the most brilliant and wonderful mares that the Professor had ever known. In spite of that, the older mare felt a bit disheartened.

She understood the fetish her friend had. The young princess was brilliant after all and took delight in the idea of overwealming power exerted over the weak willed and weak minded. But then that was the problem. Youth. Impatience. The quick gratification of just popping though the minds of 'normal' mares and stallions without any finesse or time to savor the experience. Joy not in the doing, but in the being done.

"It's the same with you, lazy girl." The Professor snapped the words. Her hand struck a firm palm against the back of Pacific Glow's head. "I thought I told you Nana wants to enjoy herself."

"Ow, Fuck lady! LIke, tone it down!" The stubborn filly grumbled the words though a muzzle full of the older mare's juices. The vulgar girl quickly tried to wipe them from her maw with the back of her arm only for Professor Fossil to grab the hand and put it back on her own thigh.

"Watch your tongue." The professor snapped "I already told you, A good little schoolgirl never says a vulgar word. And a proper lezzie savors the chance to eat any cunt she is given. Really is it that hard to understand you spoiled little brat?"

"I already told you I'm not a lesbian!" Pacific Glow spat the words and pulled herself away. She lifted a hand up to strike the woman, then stopped. Her eyes widened with fear at what she saw.

A N.E.R.D. Device. Not the big showy ones like what one would see popping up in more and more towns these days. The ones set up in shops or public squares so that captured dissidents could be dragged to them. Not even the ones the cultists set up early on when the conquest started. This one was small and thin and practical. Metal and foam and probably a separate attachment for unicorn horns that the woman had chosen not to affix with the rest. You didn't last as long as Pacific Glow had out in the world without learning what those things were. You fled to a place that was resisting the takeover like Winnie-peg and you shut yourself up. You went out to underground parties hosted by people you knew and trusted.

Pacific Glow knew that, and Professor fossil knew that the girl knew that. Only it turned out even those cities and towns opposing the new regime were in fact nothing more than fronts. Hunting grounds. Places to let those who wished to capture or seduce non-nerd ponies before ripping away their free will and raping their minds. A good place to get 'free range' slave fodder. Which is where the hunter Twilight had hired found this bad little filly.

Yes, Pacific Glow knew all too well the threat of that little item. She choked back an agonzied sob and pushed herself up against the older womans mature folds. Each breath rattled the poor girl to her core with the feminine musk running into her mind. The Professor smiled, and then rammed her hips out hard cutting off the air for her pathetic little pet. Watching as the girl looked up in a panic and foguth every urge she had to pull away.

The Professor moaned at that. Not from the tongue or even the struggling. Both were utterly pathetic. But that fear. She drank it in like wine and heaved a sigh that pushed her chest out a bit more. A sneer of aloof displeasure to mask her utter arousal at the continued self abasement.

"Come now dear, remember what I told you." Professor Fossil sighed the words with all of the bored detachment she could muster. Her enjoyment of this girls agony was all the sweeter when the girl would fear her new Mistress was bored. "If you don't want to be Nana's dweeby little schoolgirl then you have to show me it's worth keeping you as-is."

She watched her new slave, her new toy, her new 'granddaughter' as the girl looked away and coughed with utter disgust. It really did look like the little straight-girl raver was about to pass out then and there. It wouldn't stop the old mare from enjoying herself, naturally. This perky young body was all hers for the rest of their lives. Lives that, thanks to Lady Luna and dear Princess Twilight, would never end. It was just sad for little Pacific Glow that her Nana happened to like being the age she was physically. That she wasn't ashamed of herself like Mayor Mare or some others.

Pacific Glow looked up though tears at her new Mistress with hate and fear. Professor Fossil's only reply was to pull the girls face back between her legs and look deeply into her eyes.

"You don't get to be a silly little straight girl anymore. Now then, let's see you try this 'Worship' thing again. This time, with my ass..."