[u][b][center]Veronika’s Reeducation I[/center][/b][/u] [u][b][center]By: Lapsa[/center][/b][/u] [u][b][center]CW: Nazi Pony/Aryanne[/center][/b][/u] Veronika struggled to swallow as the knot in her throat twisted again. Her eyes were locked onto the file as it sat highlighted on the screen – the folder rife with all the materials she had just finished presenting to the courts. Her mind churned as she sat, thoughts conflicting and bouncing about. She had read parts of the script, the emails, the messages sent about it. Yet still she found herself torn by some twisted sick curiosity burning at the back of her mind and sending shivers of hot and cold through her shaking body. “I-I…” Her hoof trembled as it raised up, only to lower again down to the mouse as she could barely keep her eye on the screen as her muscles twitched – ready to click again as the computer waited for her command. “I-I shouldn’t…” “Th-this is so wrong…” The pit in the earth pony’s throat grew into an even tighter knot as she continued to fight with herself, more pangs of cold doubt making her shiver as they danced down her spine. Even still she couldn’t stop, legs already spread as her other hoof pushed between them again to coax out a soft reluctant gasp. After a few moments more of nervous uncertain hesitation she’d close her eyes, clicking her hoof tap down twice on the mouse as she heard the faint whirring of her computer over the soft static. She’d brace herself for what would come next as her eyes finally opened, headphones starting to emit a soft monotone hum in each of her ears as the monitor flashed quickly to a glowing black. Seconds more of silence would pass, letting the doubt and fear continue to fester in Veronika’s mind as thoughts churned and swished – the tone softly singing in her ears slowly starting to pulse and dance from side to side just as a small loading circle startled the pony from her thoughts. She’d adjust herself on her chair as she waited, trying to steady her breath as the small shape shifted from color to color. ‘Relaxed.’ ‘Calm.’ ‘Submissive.’ Only a few more seconds would pass before a few gentle words rolled in through Veronika’s headphones, the thick accent making them hard to understand at first – the mantra repeating over and over a few times before the Earth pony could fully hear. She’d find herself intently listening in as the almost soothing voice continued on, joined soon by a shift in the pulsing dancing tone – words drilling deeper with the nose as the shapes continued to shift and blend together. ‘Just thoughtless.’ ‘Mindless.’ ‘Open and ready.’ ‘Ready to obey.’ ‘Ready to learn.’ “Th-thoughtless…m-mindless…” Even as the words left her lips some part of her mind was already starting to cry out for her to stop – her focus shifting more and more onto the screen and words as the desperation in its pleading words grew more and more. She’d feel herself hesitantly push it aside, arousal and curiosity blending together, stifling the doubt just enough to keep her hands still – hoof falling from the mouse entirely by the time to shapes finally gave way into something new. ‘Loyal to the party.’ ‘Obedient to the leader.’ ‘Servant of the nation.’ She could only just barely manage to keep silent by biting her lip as the new set of images flashed almost too rapidly to see – each taking a few seconds before her mind could process, each colored in with some strange bright vivid overlay that seemed to help draw her attention in even more. Rallies, posters, flags, signs – all laid out over and over again. Blonde-haired blue-eyed ponies in uniform, Aryanne herself among them, along with the images of ages past. A few of the images would play as rapid videos, sped up with their normal audio faint noise in the background, just barely able to be heard over the words and the loud tone. ‘Repeating these words.’ ‘Repeating these truths.’ ‘No truth but Aryanne’s.’ ‘No will but the party’s.’ “T-truth? Nnmmgh…” The twisted knot in her chest continued to twirl and twist about, muddled mind mulling over the mottos and cries – caricatures of her own party displayed with unflattering texts and lies, though some part of her mind drawn in as the words curled around like hooks fishing for any opening to take root in her thoughts. ‘Follow Aryanne.’ ‘Worship Aryanne.’ ‘Obey, Serve, Submit.’ “W-wo—nnnmmm…” Veronika could only barely stop herself from repeating the words, will starting to crack and bend – flashing words on the screen echoing the same commands, the images now of tanks and soldiers – Aryan stallions and mares standing proud over their enemies. All the while the earth pony would continue to inch closer to the edge – still unable to stop herself from moving even faster between her thighs, legs spreading out even more as the heat across her face sent new waves of dizziness spiraling through her mind. Only seconds more would see a few lewd fantasies creeping into her thoughts, the strong stallions and mares alike using her, the rush of thick fertile seed flooding her womb as the pure white ponies emptied themselves over and over – each vivid scene sending a rush of pleasure into her mind, coaxing a few moans from her while some distant muffled part cried out one last time for her to stop. ‘Aryanne is your Goddess.’ ‘Serve, Worship, Obey.’ “N-nffmmm…c-can’t…g-gun—A-Aryanne is my goddess~!” An eruption of pleasure followed as Veronika brought herself to climax, pushed over the edge by the feeling of her own will slipping away – even more helpless now to stop herself as her entire body seemingly froze up with the powerful release. A pink hot sloshing sensation quickly rolled out from her mind across her entire body, limbs shaking and spine shivering as the words sunk even deeper than before – burrowing as she cried them out through the moment of weakened bliss. She wouldn’t even bother trying to fight against either them or the loud moans that left her lips, only able to focus on the pleasure, only able to feel her thoughts flush away as she was brought even further into trance. ‘Bliss in obedience.’ ‘Ponies are meant to lead.’ ‘Aryanne above all.’ Even as her orgasm started to fade, the dark-furred pony couldn’t stop her hoof from continuing to move between her legs. Her legs twitched and spasmed from the pleasure, bliss still tearing her thoughts apart while sparks of sensitivity danced across her muscles like fireworks. Through it all her eyes would remain locked onto the screen; more flashing images pouring across it, propaganda phrases emblazoned into her mushy mind as she mouthed the words in a airless whisper. ‘Serve. Obey. Submit.’ ‘Loyal to the party.’ ‘Obedient to the leader.’ ‘Servant of the nation.’ “S-Serve…obey…submit…” She mindlessly repeated each phrase as it passed by, panting and moaning between them – watching as images of marching ponies shifted again into the images of the party she so reviled, Aryanne’s cutie mark on full display amid their rallies – copied on the banners and colorful decorations as they were paraded about. ‘Serve the Fuhrerin’ ‘Obey the Fuhrerin’ ‘Only meant to serve.’ ‘Only meant to obey.’ Veronika stayed planted firmly in her seat until the screen finally went black, the program finishing its course as the gentle tones faded into silence. Slowly she’d start to emerge from her trance, face still burning, legs aching and sore, hoof soaked with her juices as her blurry eyes looked down across her body. She could still hear the mantra in the back of her mind, still see the images flashing over and over across her thoughts – barely able to push them out as the twisted morbid pleasure began to fade away into an even deeper ball of regret that sloshed around inside of her. “I-I can’t believe I just did that…th-that…” The pony gulped hard as she slumped down from her seat, tired eyes looking around the room – head shaking the last bit of trance from her as more awareness slowly trickled in. “I-I need to get some sleep…th-this…” Veronika cleared her throat, not bothering to finish her sentence – making her way lazily across the room before reaching her bed. With only a few final thoughts she’d let herself drop onto the soft cushions, eyes closing as the flashing images from before continued on into her dreaming unconscious state. All throughout the night she’d repeat the mantra, hooves drawing ever closer to between her legs – mind unable to fully push the script from her mind. *** [u][b][center]If you enjoyed yourself, and the story, considering donating to my subscribestar: https://subscribestar.adult/lapsa 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]