Aryanne X Veronica 6

>you awoke up to a constant disturbance
>"Hmph! You are getting drool all over meine perfect coat, Schwein!"
>she was poking(/hoofing?) you in the chest, trying to wake you up
>fluttering your eyes you see that both you and Aryanne were still embraced in the same hug from last night
>at least she didn't try to kick you off the bed this time
>baby steps, Veronika. Baby steps

>with an audible yawn you respond to the mare
"Good mornings Comrade."
>Aryanne shifted her focus away from your belly
>"Ah, Veronika! You are awake, finally."
"What is with the cherry tune?"
>Aryanne froze up a bit
>"No reason. We have a lot of tasks to handle today so get your lazy rump outta bed and grab der coat!"
>you give her a quizzical look
>weighing your options between the inevitable goose chase or bed cuddles your choice of action was obvious
>but Aryanne seemed determined
>more determined than usually
"What is of such terrible importance that it can not wait for a few minutes?"
>Aryanne scrunched
>"We have two tasks that rank highly on our to-do list today!"
>oh boy here we go
>"Ein. We require more firewood, this place is cold enough as it is without being left with no way to fend off your country's horrible cold."
>"Zwei, we need to loot ze dragon corpse for supplies, if my mind serves me right, and it always does. There are a lot of neat contraband stacked somewhere on the carcass."

>Aryanne lent in towards you and delivered a deep, hard kiss to your lips
>she tasted of heavenly saliva and fresh mowed grass
>withdrawing from the bed and your mouth she tossed on her coat and dashed towards the door
>"Get a move on, Russisch! We don't have all day!"
>you still lay in the bed
>utterly bewildered at the sign of affection.
>before you even managed to reply she was out the door
>you hurriedly grab your own coat and rifle to catch up with her

>opening the bunker door Celestia's radiant sun blinded you for a moment
>shit!
"Arianne!"
"What is the fuck rush?"
>"Ich told you, we have a tight schedule."
"This tight?"
>"Ja this tight. Now start gathering some wood with mich."
>you look towards Aryanne's saddlebags and sure enough two axes lay comfortably at each of her sides
>you holster your rifle to your right flank while picking up one of the axes with your magic
>"Onwards, Veronika! We have many trees to kill."
"Aryanne."
>"What?"
"What was up with kiss this morning?"
>"Kiss? Ha ha ha!"
>she condescendently petted your mane with a hoof
>"Ich would never have done such a thing to an enemy of ze Reich."
"But... You literally just-"
>"Didn't happen Bolshevik. Now let's get to der chopping of wood."
"But I. And you.. Fuck it, we will talk later."
>"Gut! Glad we understand eachother!"


>you both proceeded to hack away at the local trees
>after a couple of hours of casual banter Aryanne announced she had to take a piss
>you think little of it as you proceed to chop wood
>manual labor was no stranger to you
>it was moments like these back home that relaxed you the most
>simple workings of the land to net something of value
>you turn to see Aryanne was still walking away from you
>was she embarrassed?
>before the kiss you would say no, but now..
>that mare had some deep underlying issues that's for certain
>that's probably what causes her to deny the fact that she kissed you as well
>pride most certainly has something to do with it
>along with her devotion to her Reich
>if she actually had feelings for you, you almost felt bad for her
>not because you would shoot down her advancements, far from it
>but that her own set of twisted views on 'race' and ideologies would tear her up from the inside

>turning your head to guide your horn's magic towards some loose branches you heard an ear-piercing rifle shot
>you immediately throw yourself onto the thick snow to make yourself less of a target
>"stoppen!"
>you turn around and see 3 figures moving onto your position
>you desperately try to un-holster your rifle to fire back but are instead rewarded with another rifle bullet flying right past you
>this one was so close
>it was an obvious warning shot
>your hooves were tied
>you lay in the snow silently, not moving a muscle
>the three figures turned out to be war-torn burly Germaneian stallions with cold glares
>daring to raise your gaze to the one in the middle, you're rewarded with the butt-end of a rifle smashed against your skull
>"Where ist SS-Oberführer Aryanne?"
>one of the soldiers placed a solid kick in your gut
>you wince in pain as the middle one spoke again
>"Were ist SS-Oberführer Aryanne you inkompitant Schweinehund?!"
>the question was followed with several more rifle-ends to the back of your cranium as you did your best to protect your horn

>you felt your mane getting violently pulled by a pair of teeth, exposing your bloody face to the third stallion
>the middle solider and apparently the one in charge drew a pistol with his magic and placed it at the template of your forehead
>"I am going to ask you again, subpony scum."
>his lips shook with disgust
>"Were is the Dragon rider named Aryanne? Answer truthfully and your death shall be quick"
>your life was flashing by in front of your eyes
>did Aryanne sell you out?
>no
>these ponies don't know were she is
>or maybe they do know and were just ordered by Aryanne to lie to you
>so that in your final moments you wouldn't judge her?
>you hear the gun getting cocked
>sweat was pouring from your brow onto the snow
>you shut your eyes and waited for the end

>you hear, and feel one of the soldiers spit on you
>"I am going to ask you one more time, retarded Weizen Scheiße."
>"Were is SS-Oberf-"
>"RIGHT HERE YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE SCHWANZLUTSCHER!"
>out of fucking nowhere Aryanne jumped up and onto the stallion to the right
>with a furious stomp of her hoof, the stallion collapsed under a brutal crunch, no doubt the result of a broken spine
>Aryanne continued from the broken pile of a stallion to plant her wood axe into the throat of the pony threatening you
>showering both you and her with blood in the process
>panicked gurgles of blood could be heard from the stallion as Aryanne struggled to dislodge her axe from the Nazi's cervical vertebrae
>"Viktoria! Shute der other stallion!"
>while struggling with her axe, Aryanne delivered a powerful buck to the stallion on the left, throwing him off his hooves
>you fumbled with the holstering
>drew your rifle
>and pierced the rising stallion's skull with white hot lead
>right as you were to lower your rifle you heard another sickening crunch
>it was Aryanne who finally managed to pull her axe out of the Nazi stallion's throat, coating her in more of the crimson fluid
>upon examining you, Aryanne flew into your hooves and started to whimper
>"Don't you EVER do that to mich again, Geliebte!"
>her forelegs were wrapped around you tightly
>her face was filled with the odd mix of excessive amounts of fresh blood and tears
>you don't think she was even aware of the fact that she was laced in gore at the time, as she just kept hugging and crying into your chest
>eventually Aryanne's rapid breathing quiet down and she turned away from you to look at the sole surviving stallion, the one with the broken back
>her face was hard to read
>she was still shaking from crying, her mouth bore a wicked sinister smile
>her pupils the size of pin-pricks
>the unfortunate stallion winced at the sight of her while pleading in Germaneian

>"...Veronika."
"Yes?"
>"Go to the dragon corpse, pick up eine great orange crate and go home."
"Are you not coming?"
>she let out a hollow chuckle
>"In a minute, Ish just need to set the record straight."
"I am not leaving you with this stallion, Aryanne. "
>"Do ho ho, yes yoo are. I do not want you to think any less of me. Trust me, you do nicht want to see this."
>she lead you into another hug
>"Be safe, always."


>during your trot back towards the dragon corpse some klicks away you could hear the unrelenting sound of the surviving Nazi stallion who attacked you howling in pure, relentless agony
>even your most deprived imagination wouldn't dear try to comprehend what Aryanne was doing with him to make him scream with such horrible sincerity
>you try not to think about it as the bloodcurdling screams from your previous location returns ever quieter

>arriving at the slain dragon you soon find the orange box sticking out like a sore thumb
>being a little too heavy for your limited magic you decide to simply push the thing back to the bunker, it wasn't that far anyways
>back in the bunker with the box and a sore neck you wait up for Aryanne
>it didn't take long until the bunker door creeps open and a grinning Aryanne meets your gaze
>she was still just about covered in blood but it seemed to have stagnated somewhat
>"Guten Evening, meine Freund!"
"Hello again Aryanne, did you finished 'taking care of the businesses?"
>"Sure did!"
>her smile faded a bit as she looked herself over
>"Himmel, I am redder than sentral Moscow. This place don't happen to have a shower?"
>that was a really good question, you hadn't showered in days
"Now that I think about it..."

>life takes you to the strangest places
>first you're on a farm deep in the heart of the motherland
>then you're on the front lines, trying not to get killed
>now, that would be the end for most ponies in your position
>yet here you are, further away from your starting point in life still
>in a cold, industrialized bunker shower
>face down in your mortal enemy's lap as she carefully rinses any traces of Nazi blood out of your mane
>you don't know how long you've spent washing each other without a single word uttered the entire time still
>the grumpy protests of the pipe-workings, the only thing to disturb you two from absolute silence

>you both walk back to the makeshift bed you've made for yourselves in the infirmary and lay down, finally clean from all the piss and grime from the outside world
>while laying down on your back you notice Aryanne cuddle herself up to you
>she placed her lips against your ear and whispered
>"I lovezyoo so much I zink I would die wizout you. Please don't ever leave me. I'm sorry i'm difficult. You make me so happy."
>she brought her head up and looked you in the eyes
>without a word she quickly kisses you
>"I love you I love you I love you I love you."
>over and over she whispers it
>you could feel her smooth coat against yours as she slowly starts rocking back and forth
>she buried her head in your chest-fluff
>"Never leave me."