HaM Chapter 31

Chapter 31! We start rolling along here, there’s really nothing sexual but instead more details on a pregnancy. Enjoy!

Chapter 31
Hansel and Marion were sitting together waiting for Whacker to get out of bed, he had a hangover, and they noticed that Hetz was coming by. The whole battalion was mobilizing, moving deeper inward of Germany to meet E, Irish, and Inbred at another town before moving with the assault force. Hetz wasn’t with Aston and nobody had seen him all day.
“Good morning Hetz, where’s Aston?” Marion asked. She wanted to see the box Hetz had made.
“He’s sleeping inside.” She rapped on her flank with a hand. “Excuse me; I have to go exchange my ammo for real shots.” She continued on her way.
“I still need to do that. These blanks are only half the weight, I feel empty.”
“When was the last time I slept inside you?” Marion thought.
“It was raining and we wanted to have fun.”
“Why would Aston be sleeping inside her?”
“Because..,” she stopped, “dammit.”
“I told you.”
“She still gave him something that wasn’t sex, Hansel.”
“Alright, we’ll split it fifty-fifty.”
“Sounds good to me.” They started towards the ammo depot, Whacker would be a while. By the time they got there Hetz was handing over her last blank and receiving her real ammo. Aston was dressed sitting on her roof with his legs straddling her gun mantle. “Good morning, Aston.”
“Good morning.” He twisted around, smiled and waved.
“Do you have the chest Hetz made you?” He nodded and pointed into the open hatch. Hetz retrieved it and handed it to Aston.
“Nice, isn’t it?”
“Very. I’d like to learn how to do that.” Hetz racked her last real shot and turned around.
“It took a lot of practice before I could make anything close to that. I can teach you.” Hetz talked to her about what area of her tendril finger to use for certain jobs and what good wood looked and felt like while Marion was switching out her ammo. This bored Hansel and Aston to death so they went to find Cindy and her snow fort.
“I don’t think it’s a snow fort.” Aston commented.
“Why else would she pile up that much snow?”
“I mean it was too shaped and specific to her for it to be a fort.”
“Nah she’s probably a control freak.”
“We are talking about Cindy, right?”
“No she is not a control freak.”
“You never know, maybe she’s just obsessive with details.”
“No, no. If it is a fort, then why did she want my tent sticks?”
“Use them as pikes. Or tank traps. Half of us here are tanks.”
“Maybe, maybe.” They waddled around in the thickening snow until they came across Cindy and her snow collection.
“Aston! Hansel!” She yelled when she saw them.
“I’ll be damned.”
“Told you it wasn’t a fort.”

Once Marion and Hetz were alone they started talking. “So did Aston have a good birthday?”
“The best. His words.”
“Really? Where did you two go after the fun?”
“Oh, places..,” she looked around, nobody was nearby. She inched closer to Marion, “we fucked.”
“Dammit.” Hetz was startled.
“Hansel and I bet that wasn’t your gift.”
“Well it wasn’t, more for fun and the hell of it. It just seemed convenient.”
“Where did you go? How far out? Hansel and I had to go all the way down to the stream last time.”
“Oh not far, not far at all. Only into the hedges out past the HQ.” Marion frowned.
“I can’t fit in there.”
“It was perfect for us! At first I was happy to finally use that condom. I’ve had that since May.”
“Wait, you know you don’t need it, right?”
“No we did. We went all the way through.” Marion was surprised.
“When we last did that I lost it. I had to get pregnant.” Hetz nodded.
“I’ve been there; it’ll pass in a month or two.”
“It’s been a month.” She lied, it’s been longer.
“Then you don’t have much longer before you’re fine.”
“Do you think it depends on my size?” Hetz thought.
“That may be in there. Go ask Gretchen how long hers was.” Gretchen was the female Tiger I. She was among the eldest of the bunch.
“Where does she usually stay?”
“Over here by the ditch. I’ll show you.” She led Marion to Gretchen, Hetz asked bluntly how long her ‘heat stage’ was and Gretchen answered four to five months.
“Marion you’ll probably be finished before Christmas.” She started talking about when she was where Marion is at. “Yeah, my best friend was a Panther and she was in it, too. She was in love with my brother, and they, well.., you know the legend about where Tiger twos are from?” Marion nodded. “It’s true. My brother is the father. When she got pregnant she didn’t tell my brother, not for a little while at least but everyone found out at stage two.”
“Stage two?” Marion asked.
“Oh, there are a few stages for pregnancy in us. First is just making more synthmetal, that builds up in the walls of your vagina, then when the actual construction starts your basket closes. Your entire hull essentially closes, the deck hatches lock and don’t open, the basket closes off the turret from the hull, and anything inside the hull that isn’t a part of you is pushed to the side or front. Well the ammo will stay racked, but it’s inaccessible. You know you’re in stage two when your basket closes.”
“Will I feel it?”
“Yes, it’s a gradual close overnight but you will feel it, especially when you try to turn your turret.”
“So I can’t turn my turret?”
“No you can but not as smooth as before.” Just then Hansel and Aston ran up to them.
“”Hey! You two need to come see this!” The four of them went back to where Cindy was playing in the snow. She sat proudly behind her creation.
“On my god this is amazing!”
“Look!” Cindy yelled out. She had made, out of snow, sticks, bark and rocks, four tanks. Three M4 Shermans and a massive Köingtiger all next to each other. “This is dad,” she pointed to the one on her far right, “this is mom,” she pointed to the one left of the dad, “this is Marion,” she pointed to the Köingtiger to her left, “this is Hansel,” she pointed to the pillar of snow all the way on the left, left of Snow Marion, “and this is me!” In the middle of Marion and the mom was a littler Sherman. The Shermans all had excellently shaped hulls and turrets. A stick jut out for the hull MG and below the chassis where it would be open space was stones to blacken it out. The tracks were made of bark and the wheels out of circular rocks. The hatches were bark, too, and the main gun barrels were the tent sticks. Marion was the same as the Shermans in terms of materials used for what but for her exhaust Cindy had found two tobacco pipes to use. On all the turrets were eyes and smiles. Hansel only had sticks for arms and two pebbles for eyes.
“I’m going to go get Derik.” Hetz announced, Derik had the camera for the battalion. She drove off with Aston to help her look. Frau with Canine and Faust with Anton passed her and were directed towards Cindy’s snow family. They, too, were amazed with it. They were all so used to war, hate, training to kill, and an eagerness to fight in battle, while this innocent child was in a carefree world, filled with once scary monsters that have become her family. It made the whole battalion rethink their lives, and what life meant. Once Derik arrived half the battalion had seen what she had made, and after some pleas and convincing, Derik took a picture of her and her snow family. Later they made a sign in English, French, German, and even Russian asking for nobody to tamper with the display. Kramia made the Russian sign and prayed that it never be interpreted. After that they rallied together, refueled, and left. Making headway deeper into German territory to meet the crossroads and group with the Fifth Panzer Army under the Forty-Seventh Panzer Division. They started off on their slow journey; Cindy wasn’t used to going this slow. She whined and complained on how slow they were going. Canine took her along with him and ran around the group, wearing himself and his worked engine out. Cindy was still ready to go, she circled Canine chanting “slow poke” in her playful tone.
“Sorry, Cindy, but ol’ me’s too tired. Go get Mini or Erin. They’re young.” Cindy ran around until she found Erin, the Panther A. She pleaded with Erin to play with her, and finally Erin broke and drove around with her. Erin’s crew jumped tank to Gretchen beforehand, they weren’t in the mood to fight inertia. Marion watched Cindy try to catch the faster Erin, Erin’s top speed was fifty-five kilometers per hour. The fastest Sherman the Germans have ever seen was at forty-six to forty-eight kilometers per hour. While Marion could probably get forty kilometers per hour on flat paved ground giving it everything she had in the field she could never reach that, unless she went downhill, of course. The whole column of tanks, because of an angry Jäger, only went twelve kilometers per hour, so the speedy mediums were making rounds around the column like racecars. But one thing that Cindy had over all the other mediums was endurance, after an hour or two Erin was done and it was Mini’s turn to play with Cindy. When he was tired Cindy was tired and she crawled along with Marion, pleading to slow down and stop. Marion set Cindy into neutral and towed her along while she slept after a morning of play. Meats looked at the situation and smiled but looked a little worried.
“Yeah Meats?”
“Don’t get too attached to the Shermans.”
“They are still our enemy. If you show them mercy, they won’t do the same.”
Fin Chapter 31

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One Response to “HaM Chapter 31”
  1. Wolvs says:

    Pretty great chapter Gingy and pretty interesting plot development, hoping to see more from you soon!

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