Der Metzger Herr Messer

I stepped into the stock standard room. It was a beige square with a bed, a small wardrobe, and a TV. It immediately struck me as odd to see a TV in Equestria, then even worse at seeing at TV in a detainment room. Aryanne slipped down out of my arms and shook her body. A loud jingle came from her bags. "Hmm, I think maybe the ponies don't hate you."

I couldn't help but feel a bit odd. I couldn't even really pin down what it was. Something just wasn't sitting well in my stomach. I had gotten away with it. I had killed a man, a Nazi perhaps, but I was being treated with kindness, not contempt.

I rubbed my tattoo and pinched my skin. In times such as these, I wished I could scream without spitting blood. I looked over to the bed and spotted a notepad laying on a small end table. I walked over and looked down at the notepad. I watched as my brain put the words onto the paper. Delicately crafted German letters inking over the page.

I dropped to my knees and slammed face first against the bed. I held on for a bit before I fell off and collapsed onto my side. I let out a long breath from my nose and laid there.

Aryanne's face hovered over mine in a moment. "Messer?"

I flicked my wrist up. I pushed off the floor and got back onto my feet. I rubbed my head and circled my thumbs around my temples. I looked over at my hand, then move it low to get a better look. I balled it into a fist and slammed it square into my gut. I winced gently and rolled my shoulders.

Aryanne cocked her head. "Feel like you're not being punished?"

I looked down at her with a thick frown that dug into my cheek. I shrugged and slapped my hands against my sides. It really did feel like I was getting away with murder. I rolled my sleeve up and pointed to my tattoo.

Aryanne looked back at her heart mark. "I had one too. I think maybe yours is more permanent, but--"

I made a punching gesture then shrugged. Aryanne cocked her head. Motions failed my and I went to my notepad. So what, I could be killed with no remorse because of this?

Aryanne scrunched her muzzle up and shook her head. "I hate you, I hate your writing so much."

I looked down at the well crafted letters. I tossed the notepad away, sending it wheeling against a wall.

Aryanne took a deep breath and walked beside me. "I understand why you feel bad. But the stallion was a monster. And if he wasn't alone, then perhaps you cut the head off the snake." She stuck her tongue out and hissed. "My point is, Equestria is better without him, if you like that fact or not."

I rubbed my forearm. I regretted throwing my notepad away. I sat on the side of the bed and huffed.

A loud knock came from the door. A large envelope was shoved under it and across the floor. Aryanne picked it up and brought it over to me. I rolled my eyes and tore it open. It would be some sort of thank you letter or death threat.

The print was clear and well defined black. German text scrawled across the paper.

What was lost to me, you brought. What was lost to you, I might return.

My hand shot to my throat. The paper crumpled under my fingers. Twin rage and hope twisted around my chest. My arms started to shake as I set the note down. I let out a long growl and weight the good and bad I'd done in Equestria. My earthly karma had balanced when I gave my things when I moved. But Equestria, I'd done a great bad, and arguably a great good.

Aryanne put her hoof on my knee. "Get it fixed." She rubbed my knee softly. "Please?" She looked up at me so softly, with such genuine concern I felt the anger leave my body. I relaxed and hugged her against my hip.

I sighed heavily and nodded. I glared down at the emblem on my arm. I cleared my throat and got ready for an absurd amount of pain. I set Aryanne back and gestured for something to drink.

Aryanne looked around and found a few bottles of water in a cupboard. She placed one in my lap as I got ready to speak. Aryanne's eyes opened wide as I cleared my throat. I felt the pain start to dig into my throat as I spoke. "I'm going to fucking put a line through this fucki--" I coughed horridly and sent blood against my pants. I snorted back and took a drink. "Line...through...this...thing." I pointed to the mark on my arm. I wasn't about to let it go, but I sure as hell was going to make it clear what I thought of it.

Aryanne stared at me, her ears flicked as she stared up at me. My grimace was met with a very innocent gaze. "How much did that hurt?"

I held my arms out past my shoulders. I generally ignored the pain, but it was hard to not acknowledge its existence.

Aryanne smiled at me. "Thank you Messer."

I nodded and finished off the water.

Aryanne looked down to the floor then back up to me. "What happens next? For right now I mean?"

I stared down at her. In the back of my head I couldn't help but fall back on a joke about blonde girls.

Propagating the master race.

I reached over Aryanne and pulled her bags off her back. She shifted about, her hooves tapping loudly in the otherwise quiet room. "Messer?"

I stood up and picked up the mare. I tossed her front end onto the bed, leaving her back end to dangle off the bed. Her voice wavered as she popped her tail up. "...Be rough...."

I cocked an eyebrow as I fished myself out of my pants. I didn't hesitate and pressed my tip up against her. She let out a soft whimper as I followed the heat and the drip. I let out a long breath as Aryanne's voice caught in her throat. Her back hooves clattered against the side of the bed as I forced myself against her.

She whimpered softly and tried to left her front half up. I pressed my hand against the base of her back and kept her down as I tried to work out the issues. I prodded her, letting the warm groans and the actual heat ease my jabs. I pressed hard and with a shift of her hips I slid in. She buried her face into the sheets, leaving her mane to spill out. Golden hair laid over the pure white bed. Her tail landed against my hip as I wedged myself deep inside her. She held my like a vise, sometimes letting her leg stretch to ease the stress.

I held her down and slid in and out, the tight little mare whimpered and sighed into the bed as I slammed in and out of her, leaving her flank red  from my digs. She turned her head and laid on her cheek as I jammed myself inside her warm little body. "Fuck...so fu--" I slammed into her again before she could speak and reached out for her mane.

I took hold of her mane and bunched it up in my hands. I pulled her head back just in time to spot a sick little smile across her face. She was glowing bright red as she jammed her eyes shut and panted. I forced my hand down across her ass and took hold of her. I spread her backside and slipped in and out of her, each thrust growing slicker and easier, but still finding that same tight squeeze as I filled her.

She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She closed her mouth and smiled like an idiot as I forced her into the bed. I could feel her start to leak against the groin of my pants and the edge of the bed. She let her eyes close half-way, still watching the ceiling jerk around as I bruised her flank.

Aryanne huffed loudly as I pulled her mane again. "Fuck...I just.... Feel good...." She closed her eyes and let out a soft cry as I yanked her back. There was no screaming, there was only whimpering and the occasional spasm from her lower half. She crossed her back hooves and held me in place for a bit as she worked my cock as hard as she could. She looked back at me. "Not even tired...." She laughed and closed her eyes.

I snorted softly and felt the ache slowly fade back. I buried myself inside her and rode out another of her slowly weakening kicks. I dug in and jammed myself against her a few times. She grunted as I reached my point. I let her mane go and spread her ass. Aryanne looked back and pushed my knee with her hoof. "Pull out."

I did as she asked and left her dripping and sticky. A few strands of fluid linked us together before she pulled her backside up onto the bed and spun around. She opened her mouth and laid her chin on the bed. I didn't hesitate and held myself for her. I presented it, but Aryanne simply hung there, waiting. I could see her start to drool and squirm as I hung there.

She reached out and took my tip into her mouth. She suckled my tip like a pacifier and ran her tongue up and down my tip. She stared down at me, not daring to make eye contact as I huffed. I pet the back of her head as she swallowed. Her tongue laid flat against the underside of my head as I fed her. She hummed and whimpered as I pet her. She put her hooves around my cock and forced my against her cheek for a final shot. She pulled me out and sat there with my cock resting atop her hooves. She licked me idly for a few moments before swallowing and sticking her tongue out for me. "Did I do good? Did little mare do good?"

I stared down at her. It became very clear just how attention starved this mare was, and just how easy it would have been to turn her into a goosestepping Nazi. I pulled back and tucked myself away. I ran my hand over her ear as I sat down next to her. I could only see this rougher practice getting worse over time, but I couldn't really say it would be worse than having a legitimate Nazi running around.

I slapped her flank swiftly and held my hand up in the air. This was my life now, sitting in a holding area, banging a rather kinky blonde mare, with a Swastika on my arm.

I had become my Grandfather. I picked Aryanne up onto my lap and laid down. I pet the mare as I came to terms with my life choices.

I could however say one thing with utter clarity. I would certainly have an interesting life.