[u][b][center]Lost in Equestria[/center][/b][/u] [u][b][center]By: Lapsa[/center][/b][/u] [u][b][center]Warning: Nazi Pony[/center][/b][/u] “What is that? That isn’t Celestia!” A voice snapped as Kristen slowly roused from sleep – her entire body aching as a dull pain pounded through her head – blurry eyes staring at the ceiling above her as shapes and lights blended together. “A slight miscalculation mien Fuehrer, I sw—” “Quiet! She’s waking up. We’ll deal with your incompetence later…” Kristen let out a groan as she slowly picked herself up, vision still blurry as her head ached even more with each movement. She’d barely be able to focus on the two figures standing in front of her – two white ponies, one with blonde hair and the other with a dark brown, obscured by some shifting blueish veil. “W-where am I?” The worlds groggily left the vixen’s lips as she struggled to keep herself righted – her gear still attached to her side, light-fitting athletic attire covering her body amid the mostly nude quadrupeds that surrounded her. “W-who…are you all?” “Not very coherent, is she?” Kristen blinked a few times as her vision slowly cleared, the voices more muffled as he rears popped. It would be a few seconds before her eyes slowly panned over the white-furred, blonde hair more of a blob as it slowly came into view. “It’s the daze from the process, it’ll probably be a few more seconds before she finally comes to fully.” “W-who is there….where am I?” The vixen asked again, confused expression staring out at the two ponies before her as the vixen’s mind slowly worked off the haze hanging over it. “My name is Aryanne; Fuehrer of the Equestrian Reich and Princess of pony pride.” The white furred pony stepped even closer now to the small cage that Kristen found herself within – the vixen able to get a better look at her through the shifting strange barrier that surrounded her. “Aryanne…? What kin—W-wait…w-what is that?!” The vixen’s eyes widened suddenly as she caught a glimpse of the symbol on the pony’s rear; a swastika in a pink heart. Her mind would instantly race back to memories of her own world as other details of the surroundings slowly phased in, eyes scanning from the flag hanging proudly on the far end of the room to the small pins on the uniform the other creature wore. “W-what are you all?! L-let me out of here!” “Hmmmm, feisty now – isn’t she?” Aryanne chuckled to herself as she watched the vixen struggle against the magical bindings. “It seems she’s seen my cutie mark before as well…how very interesting…” “Should we send her back, Fuehrer? I believe the device is capable of returning her with little difficulty.” The older looking pony spoke up again. “No, no. This is an opportunity. It might not have been Celestia…or even somepony from our world…” Aryanne’s eyes narrowed as the scientist pulled back ever so slightly. “But she would make the perfect test subject for at least some of those new toys…it’d be best to work out the kinks [i]before[/i] using them on Celestia or anypony else, afterall.” “Y-yes, e-excellent plan mein Fuehrer – I shall prepare them immediately.” The scientist gave a bow before quickly moving out of the vixen’s sight – her head held taut by the magical bindings as she struggled about. “W-what are you all talking about? What are you planning on doing to me!?” Kristen snarled as she fought even harder against the bindings – the unicorn guards barely phased as their magic amplified even more to hold the struggling limbs. “Send me back!? W-what are you all!?” “Now now – you should feel honored.” Aryanne smiled as she looked back over to the vixen, a devious glimmer in her bright blue eyes. “It’s not every day that a non-pony can be of service to the Reich.” “Strip her! I’d like to get a good look at our catch before processing.” “S-stop! W-what is—” A magical burst of blue-white flames engulfed the vixen as soon as the words left Aryanne’s mouth; clothing, tools, and gear all consumed in the sudden inferno. Kristen would be left nude in the wake aside from the few piercings across her body – only the lack of clothing where there was just seconds ago and a slight warmth over her body showing any indication that the flames had been there as they last few embers dissolved into nothing around her. “M-my clothes?!” “Hmmmm~ Quite a cute little specimen….quite interesting as well; no cutie mark, fine white fur over most of the body – though not as fine as mine, athletic figure…” Aryanne looked over the vixen as she continued to protest and struggle – more magical bindings holding her tail firmly in place as it tried to dive between her legs to cover her now exposed slit. “Perhaps you might be good for something other than testing…if those devices work at all.” “I’ll never help your fucking Reich you-y-you four-legged freak! Now let me out of here, send me back!” More snarls and struggles would leave the small magical cage the vixen was in, the unicorns’ stoic drone-like expressions finally showing some hint of a struggle as their horns flickered. “Y-you can’t just keep me here, I’m not even from your world!” “You’ll learn in time to show respect to your Fuehrer and future Goddess.” Aryanne moved further away once more to where she stood before – a hoof lifting to rest on a button before a gentle crackle of static rang out through the room. “The script will have to be altered some to compensate – it shouldn’t be too hard of a task I take?” “O-of course not mein Fuehrer, I’ve already started getting to work.” The voice crackled over the speaker. “Bring in the fox whenever you are ready, we can go ahead and get her set up.” “Script? Wha—” A magical tug around the vixen’s muzzle would cut her words off short as Aryanne turned to the other ponies in the room. “Excellent. Guards! See to it that this vixen makes it into test room six. I’ll await there.” “Yes mein Fuehrer!” The unicorns answered in unison as two more filed into the room – magical bindings replenished by the reinforcements as the vixen was held in even more an immobile grip than before. Struggles and protests would do little to keep her from being pulled from the cage, Kristen soon led along passage after passage through the lab as other ponies in coats tailored to their feral bodies stared at the strange display. *** “The magical restraints are likely unnecessary now, mein Fuehrer, I assure you that the metal ones will suffice entirely.” Kristen tried to move her head to look at the source of the voice, the scientist’s head just barely visible to her side through the transparent blue glass surrounding her eyes. “The guards will lik—” “A precaution based on previous experience. Now please, I’m eager to see a demonstration of these ‘new and improved’ models.” “Y-yes mein Fuehrer.” The vixen tried again to protest only to find the magical bindings on her mouth still present, the magical ‘rope’ tightening each time she tried to talk. “Relax.” “Calm.” “Mindless.” “Relax.” The words would flash across the screen as it suddenly came to life – a blue haze slowly forming into shapes that blended and swirled together. Over and over the first few mantra would repeat themselves as the vixen’s heart and mind raced. She’d find her eyes darting about the screen, trying to look anywhere but the center where the words flashed, only closing entirely after a few minutes only to hear a whisper echo through the headphones pushed into her ears. She’d only be able to avoid the gentle voice for a few seconds before finding her subconscious hooked onto its staticy rasp, the fight harder and harder with each passing second. “No thoughts.” “Only these words.” “Only my voice.” “Only the voice of your leader.” “Only the words of your Fuehrer.” “Nmmm! N-nmmm!” The vixen’s struggles would resume once more as the mantra slowly shifted, eyes forced to look into those swirling shifting shapes as they pushed even deeper still. She could already feel the haze in her mind grow to the point where it was hard to think, where even her own thoughts started to sound muffled as the voice in her ears became clearer and clearer. The sensation would only make her fight harder, hands in her mind trying to rake at the thoughts to urge them to move faster. “No thoughts.” “Relax.” “No thoughts.” “Only Obedience, only these words.” “So hard to think, so easy to obey.” “Hard to think…easy to obey…” The vixen’s struggles would start to die down as the minutes ticked away, thoughts heavier and slower, will seeping out through the tiny cracks that were poked in by each word from the even more clear female voice. She’d barely be able to form any thoughts of resistance, already having fallen into the trance she so desperately had fought to avoid. “The pony race is superior.” “Have pride in pony-kind.” “Serve the Reich, serve Aryanne.” “S-serve….p-pride….n-nmmm….n-no…” The vixen tried to thrash herself about, only managing to wiggle in her bondage, hair shaking side to side as mechanical arms slowly came to gather it up as the distant melodious whirrs of machines leaked in alongside the voice echoing through the headphones. “Aryanne is perfect.” “Obey Aryanne, serve the pony Reich.” “Obedience is bliss.” “O-obedience…b-bliss…A-Aryanne…” The vixen would mouth the words, a few whispered parts of the mantra leaving her lips as she felt a comb run through her hair – the sound of running water following. The sensation across her scalp would only relax her more, drawing her deeper and deeper into trance as a chemically smell filled her nose with each breath. “Aryanne your goddess.” “Obey Aryanne.” “Serve Aryanne.” “Submit to Aryanne.” “S-submit to….n-nmmm….S-submit to Aryanne…o-obey Aryanne…” More words would leave the vixen’s lips as her hair was dyed by the machines – Kristen completely oblivious as she was lost entirely in the trance. Slowly her white hair would be painted blonde – a blank canvas for the machines to work with as they carefully avoided her ears, carefully and methodically making sure each and every bit was perfect and even as minutes passed into hours. “See how much better you look as a blonde~” Aryanne teased as the process finally began to come to a close and the blonde locks almost as vibrant as her own slowly shown through the mechanical parts, vixen’s limbs still pulling on the metal and magical bindings every so often amid brief bouts of struggle. “Now for some finishing touches~ For now at least~” “The pony race is superior.” “Aryan ponies are the model of their race.” “Act like a pony, think like a pony.” “S-she doesn’t have a c—” “Quiet!” Aryanne hissed the words as the mantra continued to echo in the vixen’s ears – mind only somewhat aroused by the sudden shout. “She might not have a cutie mark, but I’m interested to see what happens when we use this.” Kristen felt a sudden tingling on her rump as another device activated. More limps would come from above and below as the table adjusted itself once again beneath her. What felt like thousands of needles pushing into her would follow as the shape of a heart on each side of her butt slowly took form. Each small prick seemed to bring with it a small burst of memories – tattered at first, but with each passing second more and more intense than before. “Mindless, obedient, loyal.” “A tool for the Reich, a tool for Aryanne.” “Love your Fuehrer, obey your Fuehrer.” “M-mindless, obedient, l-l—T-tool for…m-my…” More of the mark on the vixen’s rear slowly came into view, filling in with each passing second – shaping up to be a perfect replica of Aryanne’s own. A pink heart would give way to a black swastika after only a few more seconds; the feature permanently emblazoned into the vixen as she convulsed within the bindings. More and more memories would flood her mind now – an intense burst pouring forth as it washed more of her own self away. “Serve and obey.” “Mindless.” “Can’t resist your Fuehrer.” “Can’t disobey your Fuehrer.” “N-nnmmm…s-serve, obey…mindless…C-can’t resist….can’t disobey my F—m-my Fuehrer.” The voice poured even deeper – now seeming to echo across her thoughts with new words, new commands, new mantras. It would almost feel like Aryanne was in her mind – the pony’s thick accent coming from deeper and deeper until the vixen could see her at the center of her mind. Another twitch would follow as her will seemed to drain away even more – flowing into the visage of the Aryan pony; Kristen powerless to fight back. “Y-yes…I—n-nmmm…o-out…m-my head…p—” The vixen would let out a small moan as she meekly pulled at the bindings, body convulsing again just seconds later as a burst of thoughts poured out through her mind – wiping away that much more of her own will and old self as the visage of the Aryan pony within her mind grew stronger and stronger. It’d be too late to even try to fight against it, too late to push back as it filled her body and mind. Kristen could feel it take control of her, could feel Aryanne’s will overpowering her own as it was converted over – the vixen almost letting it happen as some twisted pleasure rippled out with each bit of her that was lost. “Obey your Fuehrer.” “Serve your Fuehrer.” “No thoughts, just obedience.” “You are a tool of the Reich.” “O-obey my Fuehrer. Serve my Fuehrer. O-obey my Fuehrer…” The vixen would repeat the mantra over and over as it echoed through her thoughts, Aryanne’s hooves stamping out her will even more with each word that left her lips – a grin lightening the face of the figure they were modeled after still observing the vixen’s progress through it all. “R-release her, release her from the bindings – but keep the device on.” Aryanne let the vixen finish a few repeats of the mantra before speaking, a fluster to her voice as the guards immediately obeyed – magical bindings dissipating into nothingness as the vixen slowly moved around; moaning between repetitions of the mantra burrowing deeper and deeper still. “M-mein Fuehrer…y-yo—” The words stopped as Aryanne lifted a hoof, licking her lips as a throbbing member between her legs now stood at attention. “She sounds like she’s come over enough.” Aryanne’s smile curled even wider than before as her eyes darted over to the scientist. “Plus, I’d like to use this little…’gift’ you’ve given me.” “Yes, a-at once mein Fuehrer.” Kristen wouldn’t offer any resistance as the metallic clicks rang in her ears – limbs now free to move about, head finally able to turn to fully stare at Aryanne who now seemed to have a divine glow around her. She’d barely be able to take her eyes off of the pony; only now noticing the pristine white fur, the perfect golden locks, the bright blue eyes. Even as the vixen felt herself pulled up by mechanical limbs she’d try to take in every detail. “Perfect~” Aryanne stepped forward as the limbs placed the vixen back down on her stomach, a few magical ‘hands’ pulling the vixen’s rump into the air to present it. Aryanne would take in the sight before mounting the fox, cock pushing against the already wet slit as the vixen moaned beneath. “Already so wet? You want this, don’t you?” Aryanne teased as the vixen’s legs wobbled with the weight of the pony on her – hooves possessively tugging at her waist as the thick meaty member continued to rock against her wet entrance. “Y-yes, please…” The vixen let out a moan as she tried to rock her hips back against the cock, feeling it pull away as a chastising tsk rang in her ears. “P-please my Fuehrer! I-I need your cock inside of me!” “Beg more, slut!” Aryanne growled the words, rubbing her cock even more firmly against the vixen – her words mixed in with the still echoing mantra in Kristen’s ears. “Please! I-I need your superior shaft inside of me!” Another moan would briefly interrupt the begging as Kristen struggled to keep herself up. “I need you to give my inferior womb a purpose.” “Good enough, slut. Get ready.” Aryanne gave barely a pause between her words and when she shoved her length into the vixen – cock stretching the passage as the pony shoved herself to her hilt, thick full balls hitting against the vixen’s thighs “Y-yes~ Yes~” The vixen cried out in pleasure as Aryanne began to pull back, the pony thrusting again as she slowly worked into a steady pace, her hooves wrapping themselves as best they could around the vixen to hold her even more firmly in place. “T-thank you~” Aryanne merely grunted in reply as she bucked her hips again and again, increasing her pace with each one as her tail hiked up to show off the swaying balls beneath that slapped against the vixen with each motion. More moans would come from the vixen all the while, her hole stretched as that cock pulsed and throbbed within her depths – tight passage milking against the cock as its heat poured through her body and further kindled the lust burning at her thoughts. “Salute me!” The pace would slow as the vixen was jostled out of her trance, moans leaving her lips as the words entered. “Salute me and demonstrate your loyalty!” “H-heil Aryanne.” The vixen tried to speak between moans, slowly being lolled back into her pleasured trance. “Louder! Say it with passion!” Aryanne gave a few quick and hard thrusts to punctuate her words, listening to the vixen moan beneath as her tongue lolled from her maw. “Heil Aryanne!!” The vixen’s breasts swayed beneath her while a hand raised up briefly, her words echoing through the room before she let herself fall once again – the pace increasing once more as a pleased Aryanne rewarded her. “Much better.” Aryanne’s pace would continue to increase as the minutes rolled back; heavy balls bashing against the vixen all the while. It wouldn’t be too long after that Kristen would feel the warm spurts of pre deep inside her and the slowly flaring head of a cock as it struggled to pull in and out of her – more moans coaxed from her with each of its efforts. “I-I’m getting close – get ready mutt!” Aryanne finally spoke after a few seconds more, more pre flooding her passage as those balls churned even more – Kristen almost feeling Aryanne on the verge of climax as the hooves within her mind buried themselves into the loamy remains of her mind. “Y-yes! P-please flood my womb with your superior pony seed my Fuehrer!” Aryanne almost chuckled at the eagerness between her own moans as her pace became even faster; growing rough and erratic as her orgasm drew closer and closer. It wouldn’t be but a few seconds later that she’d finally cum – head of her cock flaring out to lock itself in place before ropes of thick hot Aryan pony seed flooded Kristen’s womb. “Y-yes~!” The fox would only be able to moan the word over and over in response as she was pulled to her own orgasm – thrown over the edge and into the white inky abyss as her eyes rolled back even more. Spurt after spurt would flood her womb, thick sloshing puddles making her belly tighten. Her entire body would shake, tingling with pleasure as her mind erupted with the descend into the flames. She’d barely be aware of how much time passed, barely notice as the thick warmth of the cock slowly faded, the shaft pulled out as her entire body shook with the sensation. “That was good…for a bitch…” Aryanne spoke after a long pause – waiting until the vixen’s eyes started to return to normal before speaking. The pony’s eyes would scan over the fox, cum still leaking from the used hole put on display by the fluffy raised tail. “Let’s finish up here...I’d like to have a bit more fun with you before the night is out.” *** “Look how well you’ve come out – and only after a few hours~” Aryanne chuckled between a few idle moans as a hoof gently caressed the vixen’s head – Kristen moving her muzzle up and down on the thick equine shaft as her tongue continued to run up and down its length. “I can only hope it works just as well on our dear princess~” *** “Come on now, Aryanne~” The blue-eyed pony smirked deviously as she saw the vixen twitch at the name, a tingle of pleasure sparking up the vixen’s spine as the hum of the vibrator between her legs filled the room. “P-please, n-no…” Kristen whimpered out the words, her blonde tail swishing nervously behind her as her hands trembled between her legs. “D-don’t…d-don’t call me that.” The vixen would try her best to exert whatever will she had left, some deep part of her mind forcing her to put up even a meek losing fight as the pony’s own will within her mind grew stronger and stronger with each tease. She already had the memories flooding back to her, the experiences and thoughts of the aryane pony whose words wormed deeper and deeper bombarding her over and over again. She had already been changed to look so much like Aryanne, so much of her own identity already erased and fading away, even branded with the same Cutie mark that now tingled on her rump as it let off a faint glow. “You want it though, you want so badly to give in and be me~” Aryanne teased even more as she drew closer to the vixen, smugly strutting around the fox as she gently swished her golden mane. “You want so badly to emulate my perfection not only in body, but mind as well.” “Mmmnnnn…” The vixen’s body convulsed, toes curling as bursts and sparks of pleasure reverberated through her mind as the sound of the vibrator grew louder – the pleasurable jolts making it that much harder to fight against the thoughts dissolving away at her own will. “You are Aryanne~ You are me~” “N-n—” The vixen tried to let out a protest, stopping herself as the desire to obey and serve took hold to pull and tug at her will. “P-please…” “But I am your Fuehrer, you can’t disobey~” Aryanne would tease again. “You can’t fight me, can’t fight becoming me~” “I-I can’t, I-I have to obey; o-obey my Fuehrer, obey Aryanne…” The vixen whimpered as she struggled even still inside her mind, feeling the heavy hooves pushing down on her thoughts as her will was slowly squeezed out. “Then I command you to give in~” Aryanne whispered into the vixen’s ear, more whimpers coming from the fox as the words slithered into her thoughts. “I command you to submit yourself to my will and let it take over completely~” “Y-yes m-my Fuehrer, I-I su-submit…” The vixen felt something in her mind snap, a warm rush of pleasure following the sound that seemed to echo in her mind as the vibrator’s sensations became even more intense between her legs. “I-I am Aryanne.” “Yes, give in~” Aryanne giggled as she watched the vixen relent, her own member already throbbing between her legs. "You want to be perfect, you want to be me~" “Y-yes~ N-no more K-Kristen! I-I am Aryanne!” The vixen’s cutie mark lit up even more brightly as a translucent light surrounded her. “I-I’m c-cumming~!” The vixen’s climax would reach its peak just as the last bit of her body was consumed in that magical aura. She would feel her mind going blank, will completely washed away in that moment never to return again as Aryanne’s own quickly and greedily filled its place. Her own identity would be pushed aside, own memories and beliefs permanently overwritten as the flood of the pony’s own hit again like a tsunami. That brief moment would seem to last forever as the process unfolded – eyes closing to block out the light as pleasure mixed with the intense sensations ripping across her mind until she finally felt both slowly fade away once again. “So, who are you?” Aryanne waited until the vixen’s eyes opened again to ask – the glassy hazel orbs locking onto the pony’s own blue gaze before her mouth curled into a grin. “I am Aryanne Hoofler, Fuehrer of the Equestrian Reich and Princess of pony pride.” [u][b][center]If you enjoyed yourself, and the story, considering donating to my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Kikikalani or my ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/lapsaheartlocke every little bit will really help me out and let me continue making content for you all to enjoy![/center][/b][/u]