>"Unclean... UNCLEAN!"
"Stand. Still, Aryanne. You'll make the stripes all squiggly if you keep moving."
>"Nononono! It BURNS! Generations of perfect breeding reduced to NOTHING! I can FEEL the oily residue CRAWLING IN MEINE SKIN!"
>you chuckle out loud
"You are being a-- What do they call it? Little baby bitch about this, Aryanne. You can wash it off afterwards."
>brush stroke after brush stroke you slowly develop a zebra-looking pattern over her entire body
>her back legs and lower torso is already finished
>an array of light swirls and symmetrical stripes litter the pony as you move forward to inspect her
>your handywork showed for sure
>if it wasn't for the fact that you knew her you probably wouldn't notice she was Nazi scum in the first place
>Aryanne lowered her snout and scrunched in utter contempt
>to say she looked aggravated would not do it justice
>her suffering was way more amusing to you than it had any right to be
 
>"I will get you for this..."
"Cheer up, Aryanne. You look adorable! Now, the only thing missing is your mane."
>"Mein... Mane?"
"Of cource. Zebras take great pride in their fancy manestyles."
>a flash of dread hit Aryanne
>"Plez. No more! I ahlready look like less than filth! Der Zoviets are no were near smart enough to look throough thiz... THIS!"
>Aryanne did a full body spin to let you inspect her and her stripes once more
>"Mein mane is all I haff left. It iz zhe only zing not made dirty!"
"The devil is in the details. Do you prefer a mane-cut or starving to death in this bunker?"
>The Nazi mare's look was one about to be thrown into disarray
>"Right now I am leaning towards a cohld death!"
"Aryanne, please calm down. It will grow back. Eventually. Look at it as an infiltration mission."
>"Mein Got, Veronika. I can not ZINK aboot mein military training now or I might juzt kill zompony!"
"Shhh..."
>you lent towards the flustered mare and gently kissed her forehead
"Close your eyes and let Veronika take care of Nazi mane."
>not responding with anything other than shutting her eyes you took that as consent as you grabbed a pair of scissors from an un-looted First-Aid kit
>working your way trough Aryanne's long golden-locks for more than ten minutes your hard work showed fruit as her previous hairdo took shape into that of a Zebras
>all the while Aryanne kept her eyes firmly shut and mumbled what you could only assume were Germaneian nursery rhymes
>...creepy
 
 
"Aryanne?"
>Aryanne slowly opened her eyes, a dull expression worn on her face
"Is finished... is O.K?"
>you trotted over to dislodge a mirror so she could inspect herself but the fascist filly quickly halted you
>"I do not vish to see myself dressed as such a vile creature."
"C'mon, Aryanne. Zebras aren't that bad."
>"Zey totally are, zey are filth, lesser zhan earth ponies."
"But, you are an Earth Pony."
>"Don't remind me, Schnuller. I vork each unt every day to serve ze masterrace as a way to atone for meine.. Lesser features."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, everypony is born of equal value. We are a collective with traits that may differ our abilities. But we all have good purpose and a place in the society we build."
>"Unicorns are der master race. Zey can control weather, zey can grow crops if they zo wanted unt zey can control ze zelestial bodies. Unicorns haz done so in the past."
>you put your hooves around the mare's neck and shared eye contact with her, giving her the most sincere smile you could muster
"I like you regardless of what type of pony you are."
>"You would zay zhat."
"Are you taking me for a joke, comrade?"
>"How can one NOT take a filthzy soviet as anything else? Yoo spout equality for un-equal races!"
>still keeping your smile you tried to steer the conversation away from politics
"Who are you trying to impress? I do not care for your race, and I think deep down inside, you do like yourself for who you are."
>Aryanne seemed unimpressed but didn't make an attempt to shove you away for once
>"I like who I've become. I like to serve mein Reich as the White Death, der Waffen SS holds ideologies unt traditions zat I hold dear to my heart. "
>her uninterested look stood unchanged as she continued
>"As for vho I am trying to impress zat would be myself. To outdo meine predecessors unt realize Adolf Hoofler's final solution."
>with a lump of disappointment firmly lodged in your throat you kept pressing the conversation
"Will you continue killing if we manage to escape this place alive?"
>"...You vant the honezt truth?"
>you slowly nodded, snout still almost near enough to touch Aryanne's
>"At zome point I do wish to settle down. Perhaps ztart a family, maybe find ein hobby."
"Do you see me in your future family?"
>Aryanne snorted
>"As ze family pet maybe."
>you playfully cuffed her on the cheek forcing the smallest of smiles to creek past her cold facade
>"Alright, alright. Listen here. Let me observe your family tradition unt I will CONSIDER judging for myself if I vant a soviet running about as eine life partner."
 
 
"Thank you for opening up some more. This shame you bear is not healthy."
>you wrap your hooves around the pony and kiss her on the lips
>"Don't push it, you're getting soviet drool all over mein face."
>Aryanne spoke grumpily through the kiss
>you couldn't help yourself
>she's come a long way from performing acts of genocide
 
"Pack your stuff, we are of leaving tomorrow, you will need a good night's rest if you are to make journey out of here."