>>506731>you open the pack of cigarettes and hand Aryanne one as you grab one for yourself >you shift your eyes around, looking for something to light it with >it's not like Aryanne has a lighter or anything >those were few and far between in horseland, only being used by unicorns >and most unicorns use their magic to conjure up a small fire spell anyway >as you grind the gears in your brain on how to light your smoke you feel something bump your foot
>you look over and Aryanne has pushed over a small metal dish with lit coal in it >that answers how non-unicorns light their cigarette you guess >sticking the cigarette into one of the coals you see Aryanne do the same thing, only with her muzzle
>"Ah, Scheiße!" >the poor horse managed to singe some of her blonde mane in the makeshift cigarette-lighter >looking pissy she's really trying her best to hide it from you >"You zaw nothing, Anon!"
"Whatever you say, Aryanne.">you let out a low chuckle at the pony's misfortune >she starts shaking her head around, until the singed part of her mane was covered in an otherwise sea of creamy white >taking a long drag of your smoke you noticed how hard it ripped in your lungs >it's been awhile since you've smoked, you could tell >taking another drag your free hand starts exploring her pretty mane >slowly petting her like you would a dog >ponies you've encountered seemed to like that >Aryanne is no different >hesitant at first she slowly gets used to your touch and leans into your hand >sitting down beside you as she takes another drag she opens her mouth to speak >"You know, Anon." >she coos >"When i first saw you i was zure i would have to zchedule a firing zquad."
"and?">"Unt i am glad i didn't" >she leans further into you, applying more weight as she snuggles into your shoulder >this is probably her way of being friendly
>sitting here with her was nice, she's still on your top 7 list of batshit insane ponies you've met in Equestria but she's really growing on you >you take another drag and relax as the calm overtakes both you and her and you quietly fall a sleep, basking in the afterglow of orgasm
>Aryanne takes a last drag and spits the butt of her cigarette into the dying coals nonchalantly >an amused look fills her face as she digs herself out of your shoulder >"Ahem, Anon." >She frowns when she gets no response from you >"Aaaanooon~" >still nothing >She perks up and places her lips to your ear >"VREGEN STERGEN VOLKSWAGEN!"
>You fucking jump out of your good skin >Fuck-flamingo's on a stick, these ponies could be loud when they wanted to be >your ear is ringing, you're sure she broke something >is that blood?
>"Aha! I zee you are awake~" >Fucking Aryanne>you get back and up and lift her by holding her firmly around her shoulders >you gently dangle her back and forth as you talk to her
"I could have gone deaf, don't you ever do that again, Aryanne."
"now, what did you want?"
>she wiggles her little back hooves for a bit, looking over her own body >looking over her own body slowly eyeing yours in return >"Zee anything you like, ja?" >you've been around pones for so long you keep forgetting they're usually totally naked >you inspect her body more thoroughly >soft chest fluff [x] >Cuddle approved belly [x] >tiny, soft crotch-teats [x] >a still dripping wet marehood [x]
You turn her around, hands switching which shoulder of hers they hold>toned earth pony back [x] >healthy looking gluteal fascita [x] >a thorough breed horse butt from here to yaa-yaa [X] >ding ding ding
>you gently put her down, allowing all four of her hooves to reach the ground before speaking
"Yes, as a matter of fact i do">she looks at you with wide eyes, then back to her butt >then back to you >then her butt >one trademark shit eating grin à la Aryanne, coming right up. >"Ohohoho~, you are, az they zay an 'ass man', Ja?" >she got you there >you like big butts and you can not lie >"Well it would be rude for you not to ztick it in after looking for zo long."
>you sigh, assuming it's a piece of pony culture you've missed
"Well well well, aren't you quite the frisky filly?">she's locked with you in a stare, giving you the bedroom eyes >"I am more frisky than cyanide in a zebra's body, Anon. You don't know the half of it!"
>assuming this is flirting and not a death threat you decided to push on
"Is that so? Well, looks like we just have to crank you down a notch then, huh?">you smack her over the ass with a n open palm >a high-pitched whinny could be heard exiting the mare as she galloped over to he office desk and 'presented' herself to you >"We zeem to have an issue, Befehlsleiter Anon!" >she pointed at her butt with her left hoof >"Az you can zee the target iz deeply surrounded by two major flanks!" >she's faking distress at this point >"You will need a heavy push to get through the flanks unt penetrate ze target!"
>you decide to play along with her little game >grabbing one of the many leather caps stashed around her office and approach the bent-over mare >inspecting her rump you roughly grasp a cheek with each hand, rewarding you with a yelp of surprise from Aryanne >getting a feel for her perfectly molded butt, you put on your best Commander voice
"This is quite an issue we got on our hands!">wiggling her ass around as you say so for emphasis
"Our target seems deeply imbedded in one of the biggest trenches I've ever seen">you spread her cheeks in one swift motion, exposing her goods
"But nothing goes without notice from the übermensch! Right, SS-Oberführer? "
">R-right, Befehlsleiter Anon! What are we gonna do about it!?"
>you almost regretfully let go go her butt to take off your pants again >this time it's all going off >except the Nazi cap, you liked the cap