WW2 AIE Aryanne’s Interrogation -Complete-

*Not the real ending to the story*
>You awoke, your head throbbing.
>Your left side was crying out in pain.
>You squirmed in the chair that you were tied to, trying your best to urge the pain.
>"Ah, Herr Anon, you're awake."
>You were alone in a room with Aryanne.
"What are you doing you crazy bitch?"
>"Schauen Sie sich Ihre Wut" she laughed. "I will be asking the questions."
>She had no idea who she was dealing with.
>"Tell me a little bit about yourself."
"11 076 987, Corporal... Anon."
>"Where are you from?"
"11 076 987, Corporal Anon."
>"Antworte mir, Schwein!"
"11 076 987, Corporal Anon."
>"Am I going to have to get... Creative?"
>You spat in the white mare's face.
"Blow me."
>Wiping your spit from her face, she thought for a moment.
>You were a Ranger.
>The Army trained you for whatever horrors she was going to put you through.
>The mare jumped on you, the force knocking you to the ground, hitting your head on the floor.
>They did not train you for this.
>"You will be of use to me, Herr Anon." She said, her fore hooves on your chest. "One way, or another."

*Still not a part of the actual story.*
>What was this crazy kraut doing now?
>"One last chance, Herr Anon." She said as she turned around, setting her rump on your chest.
>The blonde tail blocked your vision.
>It had a flowery scent, which was much better than what you expected from miniature horse.
"11 076 987, Corporal Anon."
>You ended up with a mouth full of blonde tail hair.
>"Unglücklich, I was hoping to save this for later."
>She used her teeth to rip off the pants of your army fatigue.
"What the fuck are you-"
>"Stille, Schweine." She said, giving you a swift buck to your pained left side.
>You grunted as she chuckled.
>"Tell me, Herr Anon, is there any mare back home as beautiful as me?"
"You're just a horse."
>"Some might prefer that."
"Fuck off."
>"Werde ich, Herr Anon." She laughed.
>And then she put her face into your crotch area.
>You squirmed in the chair, trying to shake her off.
>Pulling her head back, she said, "I gave you your chance."
>You stopped moving.
"11 076 987-
>She put her head back between your thighs.

>You couldn't believe it.
>Never once when you enlisted did you think that you would be tied up to a chair while a fascist pony sucked you off.
>As much as you would have enjoyed this, the creepiness factor of an interspecies act like this couldn't escape your mind.
>As human this was, you closed your eyes to forget that the white pony was on top of you with your penis in her mouth.
>You tried to forget that this pony was actually quite good, using her tongue as much as she could.
>You tried to forget every time that she stopped, slowed down, sped up...
>But most of all, you tried to forget that she was in full SS uniform.
>But as she went on, you just forgot that you were her prisoner.
>What the Army taught you was that the a prisoner of war could be exposed to any sort of horror and torture the enemy could dream of.
>What they did not teach you, was that you would get fucked by an attractive talking horse in Schutzstaffel uniform.
>In fact, as she continued, it almost felt... Good.
>For pony half your height, she was actually managing to do a good job.
>You couldn't help but relax, if only just a little.
>You were tied to a chair with a pony sitting on your chest after all.
>But that was all you needed.
>You released your seed.
>Aryanne coughed as you came, craning her neck up out of your groin.
>She took a moment to catch her breath and wait for you to finish.
>"Das ist es?" She asked. "I was just getting started."
>She turned to look at your face.
>Her face was covered in you you cum, some of it on left eye.
>"Now, Herr Anon, we begin with the real fun."

>Aryanne stood and spun around, hovering her face over yours.
>The face that was covered in your cum.
>"Are you ready to talk to me, Herr Anon?" She asked, stroking a hoof down your cheek.
"11 076 987, Corporal Anon."
>"Die Uhr tickt" Aryanne shook her head.
>She then squatted and used a fore hoof to guide you into her.
>And that was it.
>And this is was were your life has led you.
>You were now having sex with a fucking horse.u
>She started out slow, staring you in the eyes as she moved.
>You had no choice but stare into the face covered in your cum.
>She began gyrating her hips as she moved up and down.
>"Explain to me, Herr Anon, why do you resist?" She asked as she rode you.
"11 076 987-"
>"And you continue to resist."
>Aryanne shook her head in disappointment.
>The white pony began moving faster on you, obviously enjoying herself.
>You couldn't help but try to as well.
>You tried to close your eyes and forget that it was a pony riding your dick.
>"Nein." She said, slapping your cheek. "Look at me."
>You opened your eyes again and stared into hers.
>Her blue eyes shone with lust, but lacked the love that you sex deserved.
>You knew that this was just her enjoying herself, and that she would throw you away when she was satisfied.
>But, tied to the chair with the SS mare riding you, you couldn't help but accept your ultimate fate.

>Aryanne continued moving, her behind slapping against your thighs.
>Her tail whipped back and forth in glee.
>She might have acted like this wasn't what she wanted to do, but her expression and her rate of breathe said otherwise.
>You could nothing but sit back and try to enjoy the moment.
>And she noticed.
>The look in her eyes changed.
>She was enjoying it because you weren't.
>So you did your best to fight back.
>You began thrusting into her.
>At first she was surprised, then upset that you were starting to take the lead.
>Having taken control of the situation, you soon came.
>Inside her none-the-less.
>Disappointed, she dismounted.
>You couldn't help but smile at your victory.
>Aryanne wiped her face and opened the door to the room.
>"Entsorgen Sie ihn." She told a guard outside the room.
>The unicorn entered the room, pointing her sidearm at you.
>So this was out it ended.
>Fucked by a talking Nazi pony.
>Your last thought was of what they did to Trix-
>Fin