Aryanne X Veronica 7 episode 1

>you could feel Ayanne twirl and move around
>she was waking up
>you however, hadn't slept the entire night
"Good morning Comrade."
>she let out a cute little yawn
>"I am nicht your comrade, Veronika."
"Fruiend, whatever."
>"It is pronounced 'Freund' you stopid Kommunist."
>so it's gonna be one of THOSE days, huh?
"What was in the box from dragon again?"
>her mood lit up
>"Oh! Ja, der box. It is precious contraband, being as high a' rank as I am I can enjoy certain... benefits others can not."
>you felt a pang of guilt
"So. What is to become of rank after what you did to Nazi soldiers last night?"
>Aryanne playfully nudged you with a hoof
>"Oh, that? No one knows it was I who did it, that is the beauty of leaving no survivors!"
>with another heavy yawn she scooted out of the bed, leaving you behind to hog all the blankets
>you replied to her while she popped the lid off the orange box
"So you feel no remorse for your actions?"
>"Remorse? Meine dear little Veronika, such an emotion has been hammered out of me a long time ago."
>you don't know whether to feel relieved or worried because of that fact
>"Ponies are walking pieces of meat and magic, all i did was to take around thirty to fifty years away from them, it's no skin off my back. They were going to die eventually no matter what."
>she rummaged around the crate until she found what she was looking for
>"Aha! Chocolate, cigarettes, sweets, Snaps unt more!"
>"Get over here, Schwachkopf. Today we eat like Princesses!"
>you hadn't had chocolate sweets in forever, such a thing was a luxury in the motherland, especially during wartime
>Aryanne motioned you to sit on the floor beside her
>"dig in, Kamerad. There is enough for the both of us."
>you had rarely seen her in such a cheery mood as when the two of you were enjoying the imported, contraband goodies

>after the best meal you've had in a while your belly was stuffed to breaking point
>the lack of sleep last night, and the added weight of your body digesting sugar made your eyes heavy to hold up
>"You look tired, Veronika, did you sleep well last night?"
>you huffed through the sleep deprivation
"Nyet. Couldn't sleep, nightmares."
>you lied
>"Oh, well then. Ich need to unpack some supplies from der crate so you just go on ahead and take a nap in the meanwhile, Ja?"
>that offer just sounded too good right now
"I might just take you up on offer, Aryanne. Thank you."
>"Oh don't mention it, Veronika, you deserve a nice bit of rest!"
>she's right
>you do deserve a cowpone stretch

>laying down on the bed and comfortably covering your body in the blankets, you let your mind wander into the realm of dreams
>your usual nightmares were replaced by a flower shop in the streets of Prance
>it was placed in an idyllic village right outside of the capital
>the scent from a hundred different flowers hit your snout in a beautiful symphony of gastronomic delight
>by your side was Aryanne, giving you a smooch on the cheek
>"Ish need to go to work now, sweetheart~ Make sure to pick up our child from practice in a few hours, Ja?"
>this was bizarre to say the least
>she vanished out the door and left you to smell and sample all the pretty flowers on your own for the rest of the dream

>that must have been the most fucked up dream you've ever had, what was your psyche trying to tell you?
>"Oh Veroooonika~"
>that didn't come from the dream

>"Wake up kleine sleepyhead~"
>reality rushes back to you and you're faced with two big blue eyes mere centimeters away from your face
>you try to scoot backwards in surprise
>getting a sense for your environments you realize your torso and hind legs are tied to the mattress you were previously sleeping on
>your fore hooves were each tied down as well, pointing outwards leaving your chest and face exposed
"Aryanne, what gives?!"
>you heard a sinister laughter you were all too familiar with
>"Oh I've been waiting too long for this, Veronika~"
>getting a better look at the pony in front of you, you see her decked out with the top-half of a medal-decorated Nazi officer's suit, presumably turned sluttier by her own doing
>the lower part of her back hooves had long, latex-like hoof socks, snugly fitted on them
>in the middle she wore a minimalistic, jet-black dominatrix corset
>last but not least she wore a Germaneian, Nazi, Luftwaffe, Officer's Hat
>your cheeks were burning red with with embarrassment
"Wh-what fuck are you doing Aryanne!?"
>a low murmur yet again turned into a giggle
>"Oh mene kleine pony. You know exactly what i'm doing."
>she gave your cheek a long, hard lick
>"Gah. Tastes like weakness. You must be punished~"
>Aryanne pulled out a riding crop
>grinning through the riding crop in her mouth she managed to word out your commands
>"Lick der mistress's hooves."
"You can not possibly be of seriou-"
>"Lick them!"

>she was standing on all fours over you while you were flopped down on your back, your head and neck supported upwards by a few pillows
>the Nazi mare extended a squeaky clean, polished hoof and playfully wiggled it in front of your snout
>you went to push her hoof away with your nose but were greeted by a riding crop whip over your face
>the lash stung like a bitch, you could feel your heart-rate race away
>"Ohh! A feisty one~ Your mistress will hold back on your punishment if you do exactly as I say."
"And if i don't?"
>"Simple, I will drag you into the forest unt murder you. Now, lick!"
>you didn't know if she was serious or not so it was best to be on the safe side
>carefully rolling out your tongue you swirled it around the tip of her hoof
>Aryanne's face contorted in delight
>"Gut little Untermensch."
>she carefully turned her hoof about, allowing your tongue to roll over places you couldn't before
>Aryanne pushed her hoof further into your mouth, forcing you to suck and kiss on it
>"Do you value your life, Kommunist filth?"
>you nod, unable to speak with her hoof wall in your mouth
>"Well I do not, you and your kind are filth, vermin to a perfect society. You do not belong under the new world order we will instill."
"Hmmp mhhhm mmm.."
>Aryanne looked you over with fake amusement
>she slowly pulled her hoof out of your mouth, leaned in and assaulted your lips with her own
>the mare forced your lips open with her powerful jaws and started sucking on your tongue
>just as fast as she entered your mouth, she pulled back and left it, a string of saliva still connecting you two

>you tried to follow her lips but your restraints made that quite impossible, she left you wanting more
>she wiped your face with the riding crop again, this time drawing blood
>the singing pain burned though your cheek, but you soldiered on regardless
>your display of pain seemed to excite Aryanne
>"Meine, meine. Sub-pony, Soviet shitstains!... Should never speak without permission. Ja?"
>you slowly nodded
>"Gut, test your mistress' patience again unt sowing you back together would be a waste of stitches."
>she moved in and started to lick your wound, sating the taste of your blood
>this was too disturbing for your mind to handle, you were pretty sure you were suffering from shock
>she stuck a rolled up sock forcibly in your mouth before speaking again
>"Now, Ich will get some tools, don't go anywhere, alright?"
>hesitantly you nodded
>"Sorry, what was dat?"
>this mare turned to page 45 of bad guy cliche dialogue: The "Sorry I can't hear you, please repeat your groveling because it gets me off" page

>once again Aryanne fooled around in the orange supply crate until she pulled out what looked like a suitcase, turned toolbox
>she gleefully opened the toolbox suitcase thingy in full view of you
>to your horror the case was filled to the brink with instruments of death and torture
>everything from blades with hooked edges, drills, hammers, razors, saw-blades, vials of what you can only assume to be acids and poisons
>Aryanne looked at your dread-stricken expression in confusion
>she looked back at the suitcase thingy again and got let out a hearty laugh
>"Oops, wrong case. This one is work-related punishments, nein. Ich need meine private stash."
>relived at the fact that Aryanne was clearing out her torture kit, your mind wanders of what her 'private stash' might be
>that could be everything from expensive chocolates to even more grotesque tools of flesh-sculpting

>revealing another tool kit you could feel yourself sweating
>not knowing is the worst
>"Don't look so gloom, whore. You didn't think i'd cut you into hearts unt hooves ornaments just yet?!"
>"Nein, the day is still young!"
>you audibly choke back tears
>"Why, whatever is the matter, you dirty slut?"
"Why are you doing this to me? I- i thought we were friends!"
>"Don't play der sympathy card with me, filly-filth. The day I appeal to emotion is the day I consume a cyanide capsule unt shoot myself in the head~!"
>"Now, were were we?"
"You still did not of tellings why you-"
>another lash came quick as lightning, you didn't even see it coming
>damn, this mare fast
>"Donkeys are not allowed to speak while the master race is thinking, oh, right meine personal equipment!"
>this one didn't open up from the side but rather from the top, so getting a sneak peak was impossible
>"Ohhh Ja~ We'll start out with the basics and work our way from there, sounds good?"
"No."
>"Excellent! I knew not turning you into a fleshsicle was a gut idea! Ich am so happy you would bear through this kind of treatment for your mistress!"
"I said no!"
>Aryanne dropped the whip and pulled out a candle
>with the help of the strategically placed fire you used to heat yourself with she managed to light it as well
>prancing around your restrained body Aryanne hummed tunes like a little filly until the candle had started to produce hot wax
>she looked you over with eyes positively glowing from the reflection of the candle she held in her mouth
>taking her agonizingly sweet time she started to drip melted wax over your crotch
>you desperately tried to shield your marehood by clashing your hips together, unfortunately one of the drops of wax hit your right nipple
"mfghf!"
>you yelped out in pain, with no fur to protect you there the heat of the candled and the unfamiliarity of just what the fuck she was doing made you crack the facade and voice your displeasure
>"Your screams! Are so! Erotic!"

>the fascist fetishist dove down and slowly nibbled the now-dried wax of your teat
>as much as you hate to even recognize her actions as pleasurable she really knew what she was doing
>she alternated between soothing, circular licks to sucking and kissing them
>driven by lust alone you try to gyrate your hips towards her mouth, maybe i you could just...
>"Hah! Ich knew your weak mind could not stand against the touch of eine superior being!"
"Please Aryanne, we was having the fun, now would you just-"
>"Zorry, I could not hear you, who is dis Aryanne character? I am to be referred to either by rank or mistress."
>you can't even begin to figure out hot to curl your tongue enough to say "SS-uberdubersulfur" so mistress it is, you wonder why she even gave you an option when the first one was impossible for you to pronounce
"Please.... Mistress, we was having the good times. Go on."
>Aryanne looked at you, still not happy
"This is getting to be ridiculous, you already have me tied up. You pull this dominatrix shit-.. What does a mare have to do to get a break around here?"

>"Repeat after me."
>she cleared her throat
>"I Veronika am a stoopid, vodka addict who gets turned on by her beautiful mistress."
"*sigh* I Veronika am a stupid vodka addict who gets the turned on by her beautiful mistress."
>you rolled your eyes

>"I vow to give meine very being over to SS-Oberführer Aryanne 'White Death' Hoofler for the night. She is to have her way with me because I am a lowly Soviet mutt who needs domestic training!"
"I vow to give my very being over to SS-uberfurver Aryanne 'White Death' Hoofler for the night. She is to have her way with me because I am but lowly Soviet mutt who needs domestic training..."

>"Close enough."
>Aryanne rubbed her snout in between your hips with intent on launching an assault against your marehood
>while scrunched up against your pussy Aryanne started to moan heavily
>the vibrations of her muzzle against your Communist Cootchie drove your senses wild
>"Heh, Ich have yet to take action, yet the Soviet still trembles, figures."
>with puckered her lips, Aryanne extended her tongue and sampled juices from your Volga river
>she kept passionately fondle your marehood with her mouth, every move seemed strategically placed to inflict as much enjoyment as possible
"Ngh.."
>if you didn't know any better you'd say she knew your cunt better than you did
>Aryanne locked eyes with you from her position at your crotch
>all you could see was those big blue orbs of hers bobbing up and down between your thighs, giving out a familiar, unreadable expression
>all you could hear was the wet, sloppy noises as Aryanne mixed her warm saliva with the sexual fluids from your Soviet Snatch
"Mmn..!"
>all you could feel was pulses of pleasure running up and down your spine
>your hind legs started involuntarily kicking against the restraints as the constant sexual simulation became overbearing
>"I take your pain... I put my straw in it! *slurping sounds* And I DRINK IT UP!!"
"S-SUKA MFFF!!"
>Aryanne furiously licked on your clit, you were getting teary eyed from the pressure put on your socialist sex-hole

"ARYANNE I AM GOING TO!!! AHHH!"
>your old-gold colored eyes rolled into your skull as your body wiggled and squiggled after months of no way to relieve yourself
>you heard the distant sound of Aryanne's maniacal laughter as she engorged herself in your sexual fluids
>your released barrage after barrage of your feminine Bolshevik fuck batter, your mind still snowblind from the orgasm currently dancing the Motherland's proud Kozachok-dance on your nervous system

...

>after your body had calmed down and your body was yours to command once again your attention shifts to your tied up hooves
"Aryanne... That was.. wow!"
>"Did yoo enjoy yourself, Sklave?"
"Yes, i mean ho ho. Yes, just fucking do the tellings of when you plan to do anything like that in advance the next time, yes?!"
>"Oh meine little Veronika. I expect yoo to take the initiative sometimes as well."
>she nonchalantly blew on one of her hooves, looking as overly bored as possible
>"That is, unless the ingenuity of the unrelenting Red Army is greatly extradited."
"Do not get in front of yourself, we wield the stronkest army."
>Aryanne gave the cheekiest of smiles as she lay on top of your belly and booped your nose
>"Pfft, sure yoo do."

"Are you going to release me or am I having to bite that hoof?"
>"That depends, are you going to make it erotic like ze last time?"
>Aryanne saw in your face that you were sick of teasing and decided to untie you

>"Now remember what I said, bolshevik. Your Red masters do nothing but preach sharing unt... urgh. 'equality'. I expect you to eventually return ze favor."
>she rolled up the bed sheets from under were you were previously tied up and threw them at your face
>"Now go clean this mess up! I am going to make an evening meal."