In the year 2040, Genetics has taken a great stride forward. While still officially shunned by traditional science, radical science fueled it even more.

Much was done in the time since the first inklings back in the 20^th century. One scientist, seeing a profit potential in this new science, catered to a new breed of dominant.

At a laboratory somewhere in SuperMega Tokyo, underground scientists created new types of ponygirls from women stolen all over the world. Many tastes could be done to cater the ever-growing need of the "Specialist" Trainer.

Specialist Trainers strived for uniqueness in their ponygirls, and Genetics provided it. From Ponygirls altered to not speak to beings of lore and myth, any ponygirl could be made…or any cat-girl, puppy-girl…the list was endless.

Two of these Specialist Trainers were the very hard to please Duo of Master John and Dominatrix Nefaria. It was known that these two would spend any amount to get what they want, whether thru legal or illegal means. Both were successful Corporate CEO’s, with Master John the head of an Android Manufacturing Business, and Dominatrix Nefaria was the heir to a Powerful Advanced Shipping Service.

Scientist Destine Canmore was the one who had to please the two this time; two predecessors who had to deal with them met untimely fates, with both being ponies themselves.

"Master John, Dominatrix Nefaria, please, sit down," Destine said to the two as they arrived.

"Thank you my dear," replied Nefaria. Master John didn’t reply back.

"I believe a Russian Vodka for the Master and a Wine Cooler for Mistress," Destine said rather sheepishly.

"That is right," bluntly said Master John.

"Listen, whatever was told of you about before is pure lie," added Nefaria. "We know you’ve been hired recently. We won’t penalize you for making a mistake a first time."

Destine let out a big sigh in her mind. "So, what do the Dominants wish to select this time?"

"I’ve been thinking of a exotic ponygirl, one that hasn’t been thought of yet," replied Master John.

"I’ve gotten into the aquatic lifestyle myself. Maybe something along those lines?" replied Dominatrix Nefaria.

Destine went to a computer terminal and a portion of a wall slid away, exposing a glass chamber.

"For the Master, we have this:"

A mass of body crumpled into the small room. As she regained her bearings, it was apparent that this was no ordinary ponygirl.

"We’ve altered several codes in the DNA to get this effect. She is an Elvish Ponygirl."

"Unique concept. But, most of her features are human. The only thing that is different about her is the pointed ears," noted Master John.

Destine began to grow nervous. "As for Mistress…"

Another part of the wall slid away, to reveal a water filled chamber. A shadowy figure could be seen.

"Damn. Lights!!" yelled Destine.

The chamber illuminated to reveal a girl that looked like a mermaid; only, she had more work done to her to look like a seahorse.

"It took us some time to complete this one. We lost several girls in trying to perfect this one. This is the first time she’s being offered for sale Mistress."

Nefaria stood up and walked to the water filled chamber.

"Is she…?"

"Special liquid. It allows anyone to breathe underwater. Even Ma’am can train underwater herself, though there are limitations underwater."

"Put one on order. I found my plaything."

"And for the Master?"

"The Elvish Ponygirl isn’t cutting it for me. Anything else?"

Destine punched a few buttons on the console and the Elvish Ponygirl disappeared and a ponygirl with wings appeared.

"We nicknamed her Pegasus. A real gem."

"Pffft…you just slapped on some wings on a girl. Big deal," replied Master John

"Look closely Master John…I think you’ll be quite surprised," coyly replied Destine.

Master John looked at Destine and emerged from his seat and looked closely.

The wings weren’t a prop…they were firmly attached as a part of her body.

"Can she fly?" asked Master John.

"Science hasn’t provided the means of making people fly unassisted by technology. By the way, her name’s Priss," replied Destine to Master John.

"Might as well take her, as she is a unique specimen," muttered Dominatrix Nefaria, still looking at the "Sea-Ponygirl."

"How much?"

"Half-Million Credits. One Hundred Thousand Up Front, the rest paid later."

"I’ll take her."

Destine sighed quietly.

"And, you, of course."

"Me? But...but I’m ...!"

A month later, a scientist opened the door to a glass chamber. Inside was the former Destine, now renamed Nene.

She was Master John’s new Pussycat. She had broken that curse of the Scientists doomed to be ponygirls.

Her eyes opened to a new fate. And, she had no recollection of what happened to her.

She was now living the nightmare of science. She was the nightmare.