Aryanne Takes a Hostage. (Clop)

>BOOM
>A familiar force knocks you to your side, pressing the wind out of your tired lungs.
>Unable to stand for a moment, you listen to the sound of dirt raining around you through the ringing in your ears.
>A quick burst of gunfire piercing the quiet air a few yards from your face spurs your tired muscles into action.
>Struggling to your hooves you break out into a sprint, and distance yourself as far from the mortar team as you can.
>You lost your Mauser somewhere in that last volley, and your Selbstlade pistole was hanging loosely at your side almost empty.
>Spotting another Soviet fire team in the distance you take a quick left through an alley to avoid their sight.
>All the men behind you are gone now. They've long since been eaten by their damn unforgiving Degtyarev fire.
>You can hear the thundering fire of a Panzerbuchse in the distance, but you know any defense from your side is in vain.
>Those blasted Soviets raided the city late last night reclaiming it for themselves.
>They caught all of you by surprise when they assaulted in the dead of night with wave after wave of tanks.
>The battle had raged on for days. Both sides quickly losing resources.
>Reaching the end of the alley you find yourself in a wide open courtyard.
>This isn't good. Those dug in machine gunners could be anywhere, and there was little to no cover.
"Scheiße!"
>Seemingly sensing your fear, the whirring noise of an M1910 sparks up to your side. Bullets rip towards you across the open field.
>Before you can even react a hidden Maschinengewehr explodes from a cellar door with rapid fire not a full yard away from your head.
>You duck your head not wanting to get done in by your own machine gun team.
"Sohn einer Hündin!"
>Turning hoof, you tear down the courtyard avoiding gunfire to the best of your abilities.
>Your helmet flies off in the wind letting your golden hair blow wildly around your head as you leap over an abandoned barricade.
>Narrowly avoiding another line of gunfire, you desperately search each building along your sides to seek any kind of cover at all.
>Nearly missing a mostly intact house in your haste, you make a beeline for its entrance, and slam into the door with full force.
>You roll into the empty house and take cover under a windowsill in case the machine gun fire follows you.
>Deciding it was all safe, you brace your self against the cold wall and search through your supplies. Hopefully you can regain your bearings.
>Your uniform was torn in several places, and you had lost most of your equipment on the last wave of attack.
>These damn Soviets never seemed to stop coming. It took everything you had just to make it out of that last volley.
>Counting up and loading your minimal rounds, you take a few nibbles off of your Scho-Ka-Kola bar. It's the only food to make it out with you.
>Just as you deicide to get moving again now that the gunfire has finally calmed down your ears perk up when they hear muffled noises a few yards away.
>Hitting the floor like a sack of bricks you crawl silently to the wall on the other side of the room, and briefly peer out the window to the alley on the other side.
>Finding the source of the noise, your eyes land upon a mare creeping down the street.
>She was a short, stout mare with a dark black coat and fiery red hair.
>She was leaning heavily on her Nagant. Its pulled back bolt signifying its lack of ammunition.
>The mare limped down the stretch cursing under her breath at her bloodied foreleg.
>Ducking back behind the window, you stare at your pistole weighing your options.
>If you had a captive you might be able to get back to your fortifications easier, using her as leverage for your safe passage.
>Making a split decision you ready your trusty side arm, and peel yourself out of cover into the street.
"Vell vell, vat have we here?"
>Spinning around rapidly, the red mare nearly stumbles on her lame leg attempting to ready her rifle.
>You raise your pistole to her staring menacingly into her face.
"Don't kid yourself, ve both know your gewehr is empty."
>"Nyet, I have many пyли, German dog!"
"Oh really? Shoot me zen, if you will."
>She growls at you before staring down to her hooves and drops her rifle.
>"Fine, what are you wanting? Don't waste my time, dog. I will be of having you shot!"
>You laugh loudly and grin at her.
"You are in no position to make any demands, mein stutfohlen."
>Keeping your pistole trained on her you take another moment to look your new captive over.
>In your earlier haste you seemed to have missed a few minor details.
>For being a sub-pony, she was surprisingly...appealing.
>Her thin winter coat clung to her curves tightly, highlighting her plump flank and thick legs.
>The unending weeks of being stranded on the front line without any...relief...were starting to catch up to you.
>You can feel your face light up bright red as lewd thoughts creep into your head. A familiar heat builds up in your flanks.
"Now, you vill do vat I tell you to, ja? If you vant to live, zat is."
>She growls again, but slowly nods her head.
>You slowly sit down on your haunches, and keep your pistole tightly trained on her.
>Once on the ground you motion to her with your other hoof and spread your hind legs slightly.
>"What are you of doing now, myдaк?"
>You pause for a moment to consider your next action, but your building lust takes over guiding your actions.
"If you vish to live for now you need to keep me happy, understood?"
>Cocking an eyebrow at you the black mare nods her head, looking you over.
>Laying down on your back, you spread you legs open exposing your damp marehood to the cool winter air.
>"You can't being of serious, Comrade?"
"Ja, you vish to please me? Get started zen~."
>Giving you a prolonged grimace, your captive mare takes a few steps forward. She stoops down to the floor and leans in close to your eager marehood.
>Staring at it almost like she was looking for traps, she gives it a cautious prod with her hoof teasing your sensitive lips.
>You really weren't in the mood for any teasing. You were sure it wouldn't be long before her comrades came looking for her.
"Vell? Vhat are you vaiting for?"
>"Shut up, I am of trying, cyka."
>She leans in close. Her hot breaths warm your hindquarters as she grips your hind legs in her hooves.
>Taking sudden action she plants her lips on your slit, and roughly sucks on your folds.
"Ahhh, braves mädchen..."
>Her wide tongue prods at your lips slowly pushing their way into your tight opening.
>Moaning in pleasure, you arch your back sharply pushing your hips further into her skillful tongue.
>Upping the ante, she rubs your swollen clit in tight circles with a free hoof, eager to bring along your orgasm.
"Haaah...schneller, bitte!"
>Rocking your hips rapidly, you can feel her nimble tongue quickly bringing along your climax.
>Dropping your pistole, you grip her head with both hooves burying her muzzle as far into your marehood as you could.
"Ghhaaa, mein gott!"
>You cry out loudly as you climax. Your mare juices flood out over her still-working tongue.
>Groaning, you collapse back to the floor exhausted in your afterglow.
>Before you could even come to your senses the Soviet mare bursts to her hooves, and roughly grabs your pistole from the cold floor.
>Realizing your error, you raise both hooves in the air chuckling nervously.
>Standing over you, she jabs the gun in your face grinning wildly as she spins around exposing her own marehood.
>"Alright German dog, it is of my turn now."

FIN