Aryanne X Veronica 2

>after you were sure the Nazis had left the thick of the woods you inspected the med-pack
>the instructions were all in Germaneian but you knew what you were after
>you open the pack with your magic and located the painkillers
>downing more than a few you flush them down with a sip of vodka from your sturdy flask
>the effect was near-instantaneous
>moving around didn't hurt that much anymore, but you weren't done
>with a grimace you magically moved the corpses (or what's left of them) of your fallen comrades onto the bonfire
>you'll be damned if they were left as breakfast for the wild animals in the forest
>you stumble off towards the city for medical care and to report the attack to your commanding officer

>after 3 weeks in the hospital all you have to show for your actions are a few promotions and Shell-Shock diagnosed
>your officers instantly promoted you after you told them that name
>Aryanne
>apparently she's a spook to the higher-ups in the military ranks
>known to be ruthless, highly efficient and with absolutely no moral obligations towards torture
>you're assuming they're using you as a 'people's hero' for surviving a run-in with her
>but what you did wasn't heroic at all
>you failed at killing, even damaging a single Nazi
>on top of that your squad died in vein
>It wasn't long until you were forced to go back to duty
>your motherland didn't have time to slack off
>it's either die at the hooves of the Nazis or get shoot for 'treason'
>fucking great
>Germaney felt they had waited enough, and decided to invade while you were in the hospital, despite pleas from the Princesses


>fast-forward a few days
>now you're in the middle of a trench somewhere, shooting at Nazis
>your forces outnumbered theirs 12-to-1
>and it showed
>for the first time in months motherland rifle sights caught a glimpse of Germaneian rumps
>they were retreating
>the losses on your side were ridiculously huge compared to theirs
>but they were retreating
>...for some reason
>cheers all along what little offensive lines the Red Army had left could be heard as Griffons, Diamond Dogs and Ponies alike celebrated like brothers as the Germaneian forces were so far away they became little more than black specs in a frozen tundra


>but nothing good can last forever
>a shriek could be heard from over the horizon
>an ancient roar of myth and legend
>the front lines became quiet now
>the ear-shattering growl came back, louder than before
>some griffons dropped their weapons to cover their ears
>others flew away in horror
>Diamond Dogs buried themselves underground
>officers tried to get everybody back to their post
>some even resorted to shoot at the fleeing soldiers for abandoning duty
>another roar came from the unknown
>this time loud enough to send chilling vibrations down your neck
>this turned real ugly real quick


>the front lines were in disarray
>just when you thought it couldn't get any worse you saw it
>a black smudge over the mountains
>coming closer
>you knew what it was, but you wished you didn't

>"DRAGON!"
>air sirens howled at high noon and whatever remains of your Motherland's forces entrenched
>there wasn't much to be done with a full-grown dragon
>this is the day you die
>the monster of old gained speed towards you and your comrades
>you sat down
>back against the trench wall and hyperventilated
"Why can't these Germaneians just stop this needless killings?"
>you felt sick to your stomach
>you were still so young
>and here you were, probably sitting in the exact same spot you were dying in
>propaganda offices at home would shrug your death of as if it had never happened

>as you were sitting in your own misery another solider spoke to you
>you never bothered with making any friends as they had a nasty habit of dying in horrible ways in front of you
>he was just another face among many who will soon perish, a dead man walking
>"HQ has ordered me to lead you to an emergency debrief, madam."
"Tell HQ to go fuck themselves..."
>"Madam, you do know the punishments for not following direct orders, да?"
>this guy was getting on your nerves
"Urgh, fine. But it can not be worse than being eaten alive by big-as-fuck dragon."
>you follow the solider over to a small, damp bunker to a distressed looking higher-up
>"The people's hero!"
>god you hated that nickname
>"You look devoid of hope, but there is one."
"What?"
>you answered flatly
>honestly you couldn't see how anyone here could survive, let alone beat a dragon
>"In the hills 10 minutes from here, we have stationed an experimental enemy captured a Howitzer rail gun."
>"You will use this rail gun to skewer the best."
>his mild optimism faded
>"the rest of the forces will serve as a distraction..."
>the room became quiet
>"It is either us and the dragon, or just us. The choice is an obvious one."
"Is that an order?"
>"Yes."


>why why why
>you were so sick of all the needless killing
>why wouldn't we all be farmers instead?
>you managed to find the location of the Howitzer in your race up the hills
>while removing the netting camouflage you see (and hear) the dragon swiping back and forth the base, engulfing your comrades in hell fire

>after adjusting the Howitzer for firing at the dragon you get to inspect the beast up close through the binocular reticle
>the horrible creature was in obvious pain
>it looked like thick bolts were drilled into the flesh and bone
>the bolts holding up massive slabs of Germaneian steel
>forced into it's atrocities by the Nazis, no doubt
>deep breath
>you took aim
>and fired
>the beast's roar was almost as loud as the weapon used to expose 1/3 of it's insides to the outside
>falling from the heavens the dragon hit the ground hard enough to feel the shock-wave from your position


>rushing down to the charred wasteland that was your base you start looking for survivors
>nothing
>at least there weren't that many ponies turned to cinder from dragon fire frozen in their last horrifying moments lining the trenches
>the majority must have escaped
>but that didn't mean there were still some ash-statues of former-comrades
>you decide to check out the dragon
>the trenches became too unbearable to hang around in
>to your surprise you could hear movement from the other side of the massive corpse
>if that Howitzer didn't kill it, nothing would

>fortunately when making your way around the giant dragon it looked very, very dead
>unfortunately you saw a familiar face

>"I am sorry SS-Oberführer Aryanne! I don't know what killed the Dragon."
>It sounded like a stallion, with that distinct Germaneian accent
>the male voice followed you to thefurther around the carcass
>you load your rifle using your magic just to be sure as you approached the two
>"Sorry is nicht gut enough! You were zupposed to watch out for enemy projectiles!"
>"It hit us close range SS-Oberführer Aryanne! There was no way in Tartaros I could have seen it coming!"
>the stallion was laying on his back dying
>Ayanne was bleeding a lot from her chest were the impact of the ground had torn out a huge part of her torn-up uniform and coat
>"You useless little piece of-"
>she noticed you
>starring deep into your eyes with those unreadable blue orbs hiding malicious thoughts and intent
>she flashed you a genuine smile
>"Meine little zelebrity! What is ze nickname your goverment has given you because I did not gut like a pig you a few weeks ago?"
>you frowned
>aligning your rifle you aim straight at her head
>"Oh there will be time for THAT later, believe you me. Fist I wanna show you something."

>you keep your distance
>rifle still at her all the while
>her genuine smile turned slightly sinister
>"Tell me, little Soviet. Do they teach you the Ezekiel choke during those five minutes of training you get?"
>unbelievable
>you have a gun aimed at her and she's still degrading you
>you reply through gritted teeth
"No we learn how to do the stabbings of Nazi eye-ball though."
>Aryanne simply giggled like a little filly
>highly inappropriate seeing hos she was splashed in a damp cover of her own blood
>Aryanne wiggled her hips and sat down on the dying Germaneian solider and cleared her throat
>the Germaneian solider looked too tired to protest while he was fading in and out of consciousness as he grunted from the inpact

>"Ze Ezekiel choke. Snugly wrap your hoof around your opponents neck. Grab the sleeve of your own uniform."
"What are you doin-"
>"Now, pull the sleeve of your own uniform, causing the outer ridge of your hoof to wedge against your opponent's carotid artery!"
>"Posture up"
>she raised her shoulders
>"pull down unt put your hoof sandwiching his neck."
>you heard a fleshy crunch
"I don't- You killed own comrade! What Fuck?!"
>"Now we can have a little privacy."
>she got up from the corpse of the Germaneian solider
>"You did not disappoint, commie scum~ You came from me after all, murdered a Dragon for himmel's sake!"
>her voice calmed down
>"Ist respect that. Remember what i told you, Kommunist? That I would find you unt drink your blood in the fields of justice?"
>"Well now that you found me we can get thiz over with!"

>you sturdied your rifle with your magic
"You are way too wounded to fight, surrender now!"
>Aryanne pulled out a knife from her last intact uniform pocket, her voice sounding deadly serious
>"There is no getting around this."
>she took a step towards you
>"There can nicht be a way out of this."
>another step, more shaky this time
>"I am ze Übermensch! Failure is weakness, I am not weak!"
>a light trail of her crimson fluid could be seen painting the pristine snow
"We do not need to do this. You spared my life, I promise I will spare yours in return, I swear on the motherland."
>"nein nein NEIN! I do not require sympathy from the enemy! You did, I do not!"
>Aryanne fell down to her left knee and struggled to get up
>her eyes were fiery with rage
>she huffed and puffed but couldn't manage to get back up on her hooves

>eventually she fell over, exhaustion and blood loss taking over
>you walk up to her, looking over her wounds
>"Why do I keep putting all this pressure on myself?"
>she was staring into nothing, eyes wide as saucers, probably talking to herself, her voice not louder than a tiny whimper
>"As-if it is possible for me to ever be better than myself."
>"No... All the ponies murdered, it must have been a cause."
>"Of course it was for eine good cause."
>she froze up
>"Even if... Even if I leave this earth, the day still looks the same, the sun still sunny."
>the elite Nazi Officer locked eyes with you
>she bore a true, heartfelt smile, with tears dwelling up in her eyes
>"Ich am so sorry I am not strong enough to fight you."
>"Ohh but don't looks so gloomy. I am sure your Kommunist masters will shower you in medals for putting one right between my eyes."
>she let out a weak giggle
>"so, this is vengeance, this is justice. Do it."
"Nazi, if you would just-"

>"...Kill mich."
>the pony's eyes were fluttering, she was having trouble remaining conscious
"Calm down Aryanne, you will be treated fairly in a-"
>was she still breathing?


>you galloped towards the bunker, Aryanne squeezed tightly in your grip
>with your rifle you smashed the lock off the infirmary medical cabinets
>you immediately found some bandages and patched her up to the best of your abilities
>3 hours had passed since you managed to get her indoors
>you've done everything in your power to save her, it was up to Aryanne now
>trotting around her makeshift bed the most conflicted emotions run through you
>you should hate her, and you do. A lot
>but you also didn't want her to die which was strange considering all she's done and what she's put you through
>all you knew was that right now you didn't want her to die no matter what

>the sun was lowering
>so was the temperature
>living in these cold lands your entire life you knew the best way to stay warm
>it was seriously messed up to even consider it
>but you knew you had no choice this time of year
>you snuck inside Aryanne's bed
>carefully moving the carpets you previously covered her in off her you make physical contact
>moving ever closer you eventually wrap yourself around her in a full-body-hug from the back and apply the various layers of carpets on top of both of you
>breathing out a sigh you try your best to get some shuteye
>it was best not to think about that you and the single enemy solider currently being spooned by you were the only two survivors left in a war-torn trench-and-bunker complex in the middle of nowhere