"Get out!" I screamed, trying to pushed her out of the door, "Out Nazi, out you damn racist!"

Aryanne spread her legs out like an X, stopping me from pushing her out the door, "No master, please give me an hour to be with you!" She held on for dear life, refusing to budge and inch as I jammed my weight into her back, "Master why!? What has Aryanne done to you?!"

I felt something snap in my brain, "...Untold horrors!" I yelped, pushing on her back and trying to force her outside, "Now get out!"

Aryanna bumped me back with her flank and dropped to the floor. She turned to me with a determined expression, "I stay."

I started shaking my head, "No, no you're not!"

"I stay to protect you." she stated, walking up to me and nuzzling my leg, "Best friend must be protected and cleaned."

"From what!?"

Aryanne stepped back, walking to the window and peering through the blinds, "The flighted scum...the feathered ones must be kept away."

I started laughing like mad, "You're fucking crazy!"

Aryanne turned around, sticking her foreleg out, "Aryanne is not crazy, now...I stay and bring a friend."

"Oh fuck off, kurwa."

Aryanne shook her head, "I stay and bring two friends."

I pointed to my door, "Get the hell out!"

Aryanne walked past me, wandering around my home, "Is beautiful home, will have much fun. Where is phone?"

I shook my head aggressively, "Do you not realize how fucking offensive this is!?"

Aryanne stopped in the hall, "Master, Aryanne is not offensive! Aryanne wishes to love you, why you try to turn her away?"

I started shaking, "You've got a fucking swastika on your ass!"

Aryanne looked back at her flank, "...What is a swastika?"

I froze in place, "Are you kidding me? Are you- are you stupid!?"

Aryanne let out a loud gasp and took a step back, "M-master...how could you...." she brought a hoof to her chest and lowered her head to the floor, "Aryanne only tries to make friends," she made a few exaggerated sobbing sounds, "Master doesn't love me...will not give Aryanne a chance...."

I felt my hands tighten up as she turned away, "I- damn you...I just- stop it...." I could feel my heart trying to sink into my colon, "This isn't fair! ...Do you really not know what a swastika is?"

Aryanne rubbed her eyes with her hoof, "No.... But you call glorious cutiemark evil, no?"

I scratched my ear, "It...kinda is--"

Aryanne jumped back, stepping up on two legs before lurching forward and burying her face into my gut, "Why, master, why!? Friend said you would love me, friend brings me here on train, and you save Aryanne from evil feather freak! Why you hate her now!?"

I held my hands off her, slowly bringing them down around her. As much as I wanted to be angry at the little racist, her ignorance and cute defense was heartbreaking. "I- ...because you're a Nazi...how am I--"

Aryanne started sobbing into my stomach, "Master, I don't even know what Nazi is!"

I took a deep breath and pet the blonde pony, "...So you're just dumb...I- I still don't like it."

Aryanne just kept crying, "Aryanne is not dumb! Master, why do you call Aryanne dumb!? You want to hurt Aryanne?"

I clenched my jaw and looked off to the side, "Probably the swastika on your ass...."

Things got quiet as Aryanne's crying slowly petered out, "Why is master looking at my flank?" She pushed back, smiling lewdly, "Master like's Aryanne's flank?"

I felt every muscle in my neck tighten up, "...There's certainly a swastika on it...."

Aryanne took a deep breath and nuzzled my gut, "Master, it will not hurt you, is a mark of strength of power and beauty."

I swallowed hard and tried to push Aryanne back, "Sure...that's what they like to tell themselves- can you let go?"

Aryanne tightened her hooves around my waist, "Master, hold Aryanne."

I turned away from her needy gaze, "I don't want--"

"Hold Aryanne...." she commanded, her smile falling to a harsh frown, "Please?"

I felt extremely conflicted. On the one had, an adorable blonde pony was asking to get her flank paddled, and on the other, even if she wasn't a Nazi she was sure as shit a racist little shit. Every bone in my body was screaming to toss her outside, leave her for my angry neighbors, but something deep in my brain, or my penis, was screaming to just pound the adorable little Aryan into oblivion.

"You want me to hold you? To touch you?"

Aryanne brightened up at my words, "Master will touch little Aryanne?"

I switched to Polish for a second, "Little schmoozing bitch," I switched back to German, "Turn around...you like your little mark so much, let's see it."

Aryanne smiled wide, turning to the side and showing me the dirty heart with a Swastika on it, "Is mark of pow-owowowow!" she yelped, raising her flank as I brought my hand down on her soft behind. It was wonderful, soft but firm, with just enough give to squeeze. The way she raised her flank up as I grabbed a handful of flank was amazing.

Her backside popped up before wiggling back down and letting me knead her flank. She let out a soft purr as I massaged it, gently running my fingers along her before bringing my other hand down hard across her other flank, "Master, you're too rough!" she yelped, leaning her head down and presenting her flank to me, "Be gentle...Aryanne is tender...."

I grumbled angrily as I dug my fingers against the dark black swastika. "Little Nazi...I'll show you tender!" I raised my right hand, moving my left to the nape of her back and holding her in place. I slapped the little racist's flank, enjoying the pained moan as her hooves clacked against the floor and her ass raised up, tail flipping up as she buried her face into her forelegs.

There was something primal about it, something angry, and seeming the pink heart surrounding the evil symbol turn red was oh so pleasing. Aryanne's bright red backside was amazing, soft, squishy, and each smack had the perfect texture and sound. And the submissive little show she was putting on as I paddled her was a plus too.

Each smack would be accompanied by a soft whimper and a plead for me to be gentler, but the noises she was making, the smell that was filling the room, the wiggling, the mumbling and the dripping was asking for more. The writhing mass of muscle and fat was begging for it, and I was in the perfect mindset to provide it. In my head, I was beating a Nazi, and spanking a pretty girl, and probably going to get laid, so I didn't bother being a prick, I was winning no matter what I did.

"Alright then...time to--" I managed to move my thumb along the little racist's slit, soaking the pad of my finger with sticky secretions. But my reward was a gasp and a strong kick to the jaw, either out of fear or reflex. It really didn't matter, the shear impact was enough to make me stumble and crack my skull on the nearest wall.

The last things I saw before knocking out was a sweaty looking racist, staring down at my groin with a hungry expression. I was, most likely in more ways than one, fucked.

Author's Note

Don't like racist pone?
*cheerfully*
Go sound with a toothpick!