Distressed V

Hey y’all, it’s been a very, very long time since I’ve posted anything, and it’s been a very, very, very long time since I’ve updated this series. The past two years has been pretty rough for us all, but hopefully this can bring a little bit of joy and pleasure to your day. I wanted to thank you all for reading what I post, some of the stuff I’ve reread is pretty cringe, and I hope that every post I make is entertaining for you all, so here, after almost two years without a post at all, I present a dirty, smutty update for the Distressed T-72 and her “prisoner.”

 

Enjoy.

Distressed V

 

Tankovy woke first, in her arms Jonny laid propped up in the chair, wrapped with a blanket and her loving embrace. She eyed him lustfully and passionately, enjoying his presence, his warmth, his gentle breathing and his subtle heartbeat. She was really feeling sore in her hind quarters, but the aching felt good, she felt alive again. She wasn’t stiff anymore, she wasn’t hopeless, desolate, or anxious. She was hopeful, emboldened, and free! She thought about what Johnny suggested last night about moving to America, she had heard stories and tales that it’s the land of the free, full of gun toting, big hat wearing, lively and bombastic people. She’s sure her view is a stigmatized and stereotypical one, but it is where Johnny came from, and while she’s not convinced if she truly loves him or not, he did help liberate her. Sure, his options were limited, but he still went with her plan and gave her one helluva night to remember. Her Soviet side kicked in, and she thought it could possibly be a trap to ensnare her, dissect her for secrets, or prosecute her as his abductor and captor. That terrified her greatly. Panic rose inside her. How could she trust Johnny? Deep inside her she believed him, she wanted him, but her mind refused to give in, a deep rift formed between her sides. 

Johnny woke soon after Tankovy. Once he stirred awake and greeted Tankovy she began taking down the tarp and redressing herself in her skirts. He ruffled about her cramped interior and found a map, compass, and a few broken GPS devices. None of them worked of course, they were all cannibalized for parts. Tankovy said she knew where they were, and that she was going to go to the village she found him in for a reference point. He opened the map and she pointed to it, from there he could figure out where the army FOB is, or at least, where it was. Once she was all dressed up and packed they were ready to go. She lurched forward and began moving -without igniting her engine.

“Tankovy?”

“Yes?”

“How are you moving?”

“I can move around without my engine on, it’s better for saving what fuel I have left. It’s not very fast. I burned through a lot of gas when we escaped, I have to ration it now.”

“So how fast can we go?” He looked at the gauges on her dashboard and the only needle he saw at a realistic reading was pointing just past 12.

“I’m getting about twelve kilometers an hour.”

“So, what’s that in American?”

“I think it’s eight miles.” He looked at the map and saw the village, then where he thought they were coming from.

“Fuck.”

“Do not worry, Johnny, we will be there by sunset.” She grinned and slid one of her hands under the blanket to grope his penis. “Besides, that gives us a lot of time together.” He smiled, grabbing her hand with his.

“Hold on now, what do I get to play with? I want to have some fun, too.” He went to get up but she held him down. “Hey, there’s nothing in there for me to play with.”

“Oh are you sure about that?”

“Yeah, unless you just want to hold hands.”

“Oh I’m sure there’s something in there you’d love to play with.” Between his legs a fat long tendril snaked up towards him, at first he thought it was a giant snake, but when it came into the light he saw on its tip was a slender vertical slit running across two thirds of the diameter. “Holy shit you have a cock?” She laughed.

“Oh, no! I only have your cock…” she squeezed his member and massaged it. “This, this is also to couple with your cock.” Two of her fingers straddled the slit and spread them apart, letting him see into it. He saw her labia, her clit, the vagina and even a urethra… for some reason.

“Y-You have… two vaginas?” He was confused. A hand of hers combed through his long hair, and ran through his beard.

“Mm-hmm, I do. One in the back, and one inside. Look at it, look at me, look fun?” His cock was throbbing to life, slowly pumping and twitching to his full size. Feeling it all happen in her grasp made her vagina start to water. He eyed it savagely as beads of her juices formed and dripped out of her sex.

“Oh it’s so beautiful. Oh I want to have so much fun with you, baby…” His cock began to throb more, precum started oozing from his tip and creeping towards the belly of her cabin. Just looking at her open pussy made his cock tingle and heat, imagining itself buried deep inside her passionate walls. He reached for her sex to carefully coddle her and guide her onto his shaft when she smacked his hand away and an arm pulled his back. He was bewildered.

“Ah-ah-ah! Don’t you know not to distract the driver while they drive?” She hauled him to lean back in the seat but kept his gaze locked onto her damp pussy. A hand of hers slowly grasped his long shaft, encircling it methodically with one finger at a time.

“What? But it’s right there, babe, let me hold it, please?!” She moved herpussy closer to his cock, but just off to the side where she rested it on his thigh. Still she held it open for him to peer deep into her casm. “Why, Tankovy, why?”

“I want to have a little fun, y’know, and I think you’re a lot of fun.”

Two of her fingers wicked and tapped the tip of his cock, smearing his precum between her fingers and lathering it over his cock head. She switched her hand position to wrap all her fingers around his shaft and used her thumb to rub his dick’s chin like it was a Zippo lighter. She rubbed very roughly, inexperienced with the task. Johnny winced in pain, trying to push through it for her, but he gave in and griped about how rough she was and she softened up on him. Johnny appreciated it and told her it felt much better. She ran a hand through his long hair while massaging his balls and rubbing his cock, taunting him by gently tapping the clit on herself, leaking more at the lips. Johnny oozed more precum, and Tankovy rubbed it all over his shaft and greased her hands up with it, making her fingers slick yet sticky. She loved it, she oozed more of her juices and dreamed of feeling his cock deep inside her and absolutely filling her to the brim with his semen. She had to focus hard on driving to keep moving on. Johnny withered in her grasp and moaned, tenderly she massaged his body and cradled his balls, teasing him with her pussy dripping onto his cock.

She could feel his rigid cock begin throbbing and subtly pump, his precum was increasing in volume and his heart raced, she knew he was drawing to the cusp of cumming. She begged him to cum, she wanted to feel it in her hands. Her constant pleading and her passionate stroking brought him closer and closer to cumming, he chanted to her how close he was until he erupted. He quivered and moaned loudly as ropes of semen flung out from his cock onto Tankovy’s warm metal hand, she tried catching as much as she could. He huffed and puffed as he came down from his high, still orgasming as Tankovy meaded his meat and played with the semen in her other hand. She was giggling, feeling him cum like that made her very horny, much hornier than she already was. She had beaded his nut up in her hand when she brought it up through the open driver’s hatch and cleaned her hand with her tongue, lapping and savoring his seeds taste as she did so. Johnny was panting and heaving while his heart slowed and his cock began going limp.

“Oh no, not yet!” Her hand clenched his cock and her pussy came up close to his face, so close he could feel her intense heat radiating off of her slit. “I’m not done yet, so neither are you! Come on!” She caressed his manhood, both shaft and balls, while waving and wafting her slightly swollen vagina in his face, just put of his reach. “You smell that, Johnny? Do you smell me? Do you smell my lust? I’m a bitch in heat right now and I really need my fix! You think you can help me with that, baby?” He tried nodding but she held him back, he cried out in favor of helping her with her pesky troubles. “Good, very good. Don’t worry, my little hairy man, I’ll make you feel good, too.” She began rapidly stroking his cock, it had already returned to full strength, and slowly drew her pussy away with a wink. His cock was super sensitive and made him a lot more vocal about his pleasure. While he was being serviced by one hand, she fingered herself with one of hers.

Her pussy again rested on his thigh as they moaned and cooed together, trembling in harmony. Johnny watched in astute wonder as she fingered herself, how beautifully her lips parted to accept the stimulating member, how sleek and shiny it was, almost like polished tin. He told her to also rub her clit, so she conceded. Another hand came over the top to whirl around on her bean, instantly through the seat he could feel how crazy she was going. His own stimulation made his toes curl and fingers cross, his legs flex and bend, while his back rolled. Tankovy was rocking like a cradle on her suspension, desperately trying to force herself to keep driving on, her torsion bars trembled and bowed almost, her gun shook, her engine sputtered, and her pussy began oozing lubricants much more liberally. All she could think of was his cock ramming her, using her like the slut she is, making her his personal cum depository. She could hardly wait, but she knew she had to. She felt his cusp approaching through his cock fluctuations, and his moans became sporadic and heightened in pitch. Suddenly she stoped stroking him and let go of him, bringing him to the edge, but she didn’t stop pleasuring herself. He protested her releasing him, he wanted to cum, too, but instead he watched, and drooled, as her pussy tendril flexed and bowed and quivered as more and more lubricant poured out. Suddenly she whipped her finger out and away and continued to furiously flick her bean until she came. Her orgasm clenched her vagina so fast and tight that Johnny could see it visually, and a spray of her lubricant hosed over him as she screamed and dropped to the sand. The whole ride was a blast for Johnny, even if he didn’t blast, himself.

Tankovy pressed on driving, and once her orgasm had subsided she continued servicing johnny, edging him on two more times until she had enough. Just after his third edging, where she had been dangling her pussy over him, dripping onto him the whole time, she made sure he watched her count dive into his cock and slid him all the way inside, seating her lips to kiss his balls. His eyes rolled into his head, his whole body quivered, and even Tankovy gasped and fell to the sand. She was giddy after she tortured the both of them and finally unionized their sexes together. Both were drooling, both were feeling, and both realized how this was a perfect fit. His cock was just long enough to be pressing against her cervix, and her pussy was just tight enough to hold his cock inside her with authority and dedication. Tankovy wanted to hold him there forever, buried deep inside her and filling her void perfectly. His presence was unwinding her stress, silencing her woes, and filling her heart with love and affection. She needed him, undeniably. Johnny was likewise enjoying her embrace. He was so sensitive that he could feel the vibrations of the tracks on her wheels through her flesh, her heat soothed his whole body and her pulsing muscles grasping his cock sent waves of relaxation through his spine. Being inside her assured him everything was right, there were no problems, there was no conflict, they were one unit together. They mellowed out together briefly before Tankovy slowly drug her pussy up his shaft, exposing how she lathered his cock in a thick slime of her lubricants. Johnny was super sensitive to her and cried out in pleasure, seeing how dirty she left him made him rock hard and super horny, she couldn’t see it but feeling his penis leave her created a longing desire to slam him back inside her, it felt wrong not having his cock take up all the space in her halls.

She cried out his name as the brim of his helmet seated itself at the opening of her tender, mushy pussy. He huffed out her name as he saw her hungry lips quiver on his meat. She elegantly slid herself back down onto him, seating her lips again at his base, kissing his testicles. Again he could feel her torsion bars buckle and the two of them momentarily dropped a few inches as they recoiled from the huge stimuli. Again she rested on his shaft before raising up, letting her heart cry out in protest of his absence, and sliding all the way down again. She continued this over, and over, and over again. The two of them begged not to stop, don’t ever stop, neither of them wanted this to ever end. They wanted to love forever, but knew that biology had damned them, they would orgasm, and grow tired, and have to stop. They hated that fact, the end, but they loved the journey. The two of them couldn’t see each other’s drooling faces but they were imagining the pleasure on the other’s face. Johnny’s mouth wide open and his eyes rolling around in his head, Tankovy with her tongue covered in nut and her eyes crossed, pure baby-making faces. Like this they rode on for a few miles, whenever Johnny grew close to cumming he would cry that he didn’t want to cum yet and Tankovy would stop riding him for a minute. Eventually she wanted his cum inside her, and she wanted it badly. Soon he began crying out again but she didn’t stop this time, her strokes shortened as she kept his edge deep inside her, his moans grew louder, his twitching grew more ferocious, his cock pulsed and pumped with a mission. Suddenly he screamed out as he came, his orgasm hit him like a freight train and he spasmed out, gushing and shoot thick pumps of his sperm into her vagina. She had fully seated him then and entirely fixated her attention on him cumming inside her. She felt his cock pump and contract as it lobbed flops of baby batter into her, it hit her cervix, pressed against his tip, and ran everywhere. None breeched her cervix oriface, clentched shut naturally, but instead it first bubbled and pooled at the top between the cervix wall and her cock head, sealing it in as biology wanted it to do, but the pressure grew too much and leaks formed, his cum drained down channels in her vaginal flesh and in rifts between their bodies. She gripped the base of his cock as she wanted it all inside, but even then gaps were found and his potent white seed, now turned grey by mixing with her lube, eeked out and dripped around his balls and between his legs. She was insane with pleasure as she felt his hot seed coat her insides, she wasn’t done yet. She slowly and sensually stroked more, gentle, slow short strokes with her muscles clasping on him to push herself over and get off on his cock and cum. Johnny’s body was shaking from sensory overload by this point. Thankfully it didn’t take much for her hurts to churn and convulse like his, she again slid all the way down his shaft to kiss his balls while her gooey insides convulsed and twitched and leaked even more of its contents onto Johnny’s lap. Neither of them noticed but she was pushing her nose through the sand and rocks of the desert, only a few torsion bars on her ass end could hold her up as she senselessly drove on.

They were high with dopamine as they lingered their way forward, huffing and moaning and groaning and cooing. Like a ritualistic trance they muttered their love and affection to one another, promises of never leaving each other, deep seeded love, bright futures and all the in-betweens filled the silence left without the vigorous Mac n cheese noises pilfering the air. Their hands gripped each other and their fingers glided over each other like ballet dancers, fluidly. They recovered slowly, eventually getting to about their normal states yet still interlocked at the hip. Johnny had long gone soft but Tankovy held on to him, either to cork herself or to keep him ready to go for another round as soon as Jr. down there felt he was ready, she couldn’t decide which reason to claim. He asked for more wiggle room so she released some of her hold on his body, allowing him to stretch and contort around the little cabin space in her hull. He sat up, looking around outside, such a nice day, only about a hundred and ten degrees, but good cloud cover. Entering the shade of a cloud was seriously noticed and appreciated by them both. With Tankovy still on his lap holding his manhood hostage he noticed his balls weren’t sweating themselves to death, she was actually keeping his junk cool, it had been so long since a feeling like this was had he savored it for all it was worth. They talked about sexual interests, because Tankovy didn’t know what kinks meant. Obviously Tankovy really liked but, the taste, the feel, the juiciness, Johnny wasn’t into tease-torture, but he felt like he could definitely do that again.

A few hours later Johnny wanted to stretch his legs, he wanted to walk with her. She didn’t want to get off his lap, but gave in after promises of favors, and more big nuts. Johnny wrapped the blanket around his waist and climbed out, Tankovy slowed to a crawl so he could jump down and walk with her. He struggled at first, still trying to regain full motor control over his legs. Watching him struggle made Tankovy think that perhaps he should be walking more anyways. They held each other’s hand and strolled along, for once taking in the scenery of Afghanistan. Vast mountain ranges of various colors, green and brown rocks climbing to the sky, a few were even snow capped, Tankovy talked about how she had noted every single detail of that valley she lived in for a decade, how she loved the vast sights she could see when she was let loose every now and again. She talked about how she was tempted to run away every time the Taliban set her loose like an angry dog. Johnny asked her why she never left during these trips, she said that she really didn’t have anywhere else to go. She didn’t want the life of a criminal, and she couldn’t get back to Russia on her own. She’d have to steal fuel, or fight her way back, and even after all that, Russia sold her off to begin with, she didn’t even know if they would even take her back. Johnny vowed he would do everything he could to get her back home with him. He told her he wanted her in America. Tankovy wept softly, nobody ever said they wanted her before. She let her deepest fears out after that, she talked about her trust issues, her fears of deception, her instincts fighting inside her and holding her heart hostage. She was scared, she was scared of America imprisoning her. Johnny took her hand in both of his and held it tightly as he told her that he wouldn’t let that happen, he gave her his word he would do everything he could to keep her free.

“No more of that, now. Let’s just enjoy the walk now, Tankovy.” She perked up and they walked together, knowing it prolonged their journey, but they didn’t care, they had each other. And privacy. The only problem was that Tankovy only had one more can of food for Johnny. They promised that they’d fuck one more good pounding, then as Johnny slept Tankovy would get as far as she could.

 

Fin Distressed V

I hope y’all enjoyed that. I think I may have caught my wind again, I’m already working on more posts, hopefully I can crank out an update to TNG, or really anything. I’ve dabbled in so many little projects but finished none of them, quite sad. Anyways, thank you for reading!

The New Generation Chapter 8

Wow I am a piece of shit. Over a month between this chapter and the last, I have been writing but I can’t seem to focus on one project long enough. Oh well. What’s done is done, excuses, excuses. Anyways, here we go, Chapter 8! Yes, the featured image is of a Tiger 1, Chandler’s tank is a King Tiger like Marion.

Enjoy.

TNG Chapter 8

 

Chandler toted his model Bismarck outside and past Marion’s lively and vibrant garden to the “man”-made pond they had. At first it was a dug-out for the kids, but Marion liked how close it was to the garden and the family sealed it to hold water with clay. Now full of lilies and other vegetation, it didn’t make for a good scene to represent the ocean as Chandler had hoped for, instead as he floated his model warship in it he thought of Bismarck steaming through murky Floridian swamps, helping Rudolph find an old friend. He watched his poorly painted boat rock side to side as he let go of it and sat back. It bobbed around as the water settled from the disturbance. Chandler was glad it floated upright, his last model would roll to the side every time he tried floating it. Bismarck floated super high in the water, though, unlike the real ship. It annoyed Chandler but it was an easy fix for him, just fill it with a ziplock bag of sand and it’ll be just fine.

Once the water settled still he reached out to the little boat and grabbed the narrow stern, reeling it in like a spring-loaded car, and pushed it hard, but controlled, to sail across the pond to the other side. He watched little waves roll around and water break way for his ship. The way water and ships interacted fascinated Chandler, he was fixated on the lower hull the whole time. He ran to the other side and waited for the momentum to carry the model to him, so he could send it back to the other side. He did this all day. Marion came outside to tend to her garden and enjoyed watching him play with the boat in the pond. She looked up to the sky, it was a nice and sunny day, but true to Floridian tradition, dark clouds were gathering and could strike at any moment. She frowned, looking at Chandler who’s boat had gotten stuck on a lily in the middle of the pong, and to the tank in the yard. Hansel said he wanted to work on that when he got home, she knew how excited her boys were to fix the tank, so she decided to go back on one of her early rules.

“Chandler!” She cried to get his attention. She looked to him and saw he was about to jump into the pond for his boat. She instantly switched gears. “Uh-uh! No! Do not jump in that pond!”

“But my model-!”

“No! Do not jump in that water!” She put her stuff down on her deck and started towards the pond. “I’ll get it.” Her long reach wasn’t enough to snatch it so she grabbed a cleaning rod off her hull rack and ever so carefully she nudged the boat to the shore where Chandler fetched it. He came back to her and she took the model from him. “Hey, go set the tank into neutral.”

“I think it already is.”

“Okay, we’re moving it inside.” Chandler was surprised. Marion went behind the other tank and grabbed its stern end with her large hands and arms. She tried pushing it without her engine, being so used to moving the little lightweight cars. “Oh! Silly me.” Her engine roared to life and she tried again, no luck. “Chandler set it into neutral!”

“It is!” He cried as he jumped onto the tank roof. “I just checked.”

Marion tried again, Chandler said that the brakes were off, too. Only at full throttle did it slowly budge, and after Marion had dug herself a little hole and taken a mud bath did she give up in frustration and tell Chandler that they were going to drive it in. They started it and drove it inside, just as it started to rain. Marion closed the hanger door and told Chandler to clean up the puddles and the mud on the ground. She broke off her tracks and left them by the door. She sat in the mainspace trying to decide whether or not to clean herself off inside or wait to do it outside on the concrete. Once Chandler had cleaned the mess he was rewarded with his model given back to him. “The first thing I want you to two to fix that drive train!” Marion commanded out of fury.

“To do that Mister Hansel said we have to take the turret off first.” Marion shuddered, she loathes the thought of that.

“Chandler, you can call him your father.” She said to immediately change the subject.

“I know,” Chandler said, he looked down at the model in his hands out of shame, “I’m not used to it, yet.”

“Well, you won’t get used to it unless you start.” She extended her arms out and looked at all the mud on her, her dissatisfaction was apparent.

“You don’t like being dirty… mom?” Marion scoffed and smiled.

“I personally don’t mind it too much. It’s your father who really cares. He’s very protective of us.” Chandler looked as she began running hands down her boxy metal arms to wipe filth away. “Do you like being dirty?” She invited to keep chatting, he doesn’t converse as much as she would like him to. “Boys your age should love playing in filth.”

“Sometimes, well, a little bit. If I’m too dirty I don’t feel good, but I like being dirty, I think it is a more real,” he struggled to find the right word.

“Personality?” She filled him in. He nodded.

“Yeah.”

“You certainly like playing in the dirt. What with all the little trenches you dig for your toy soldiers, always coming back in with black hands and fingernails.” He giggled, she always got on him for dirty hands at dinner.

“Mom, why didn’t you let me get my model from the pond? Is it because you think I’ll sink?” Marion slowed her cleaning down as she tried to think if she should tell him the truth or not. “I know Jasmine and mister-dad can’t swim anymore, but I can. I like swimming, too.” She shifted on her suspension and sighed.

“Yes, yes that’s part of it.” She admitted. “I didn’t know you could swim, Hansel can’t swim, he doesn’t know how, and we found out Jasmine is too heavy and weak to swim. I was scared you’d sink. Chandler, I really do see you as my son, so does Hansel.” He felt ashamed again. He apologized, she beckoned him over and sat him on her deck, taking the model to the side again. “You’re a smart kid, Chandler, with nobody telling you, you figured out that Hansel wasn’t always the way he is now. You’re observant enough to see the small differences-I’ve seen you studying their veins, they aren’t really human. They are! But, not completely. And, I did that to Hansel, we wanted to get old together, at the same rate, so I changed him into what he is now. It’s a terrible event to go through, I vowed to never do it again -but, when we adopted you, we knew that eventually we’d have to have this talk…” she cut right to the chase, she was unable to ease into it from there. “Eventually we have to tell you that you’re going to die well before us, unless I change you. That’s what I’m getting at, Chandler, I don’t want to have to bury you, so I forget you’re not like Jasmine. When you got older, we were going to ask if you’d want to be changed, too.” He was quiet, as usual, looking at his dirty kneecaps. “We love you, Chandler, we don’t want to see you for before us, sons bury fathers.”

“-In times of peace,” he added, “in times of war, father’s bury sons.” Marion wasn’t ready for that, she was shocked. “I know how it goes.” He looked teary eyed, thinking of death. Marion hugged him and slid him closer to her faceplate.

“It’s okay baby, I didn’t mean to upset you.” She ran a hand through his short hair, Hansel had recently cut it. “I miss your long hair, Chandler.” He shrugged. “So,” she asked, “do you like things a little dirty, or sparkling clean?” He shrugged again.

“I dunno. Dirty, I guess.” ‘That’s my boy!’ She thought to herself. She sent him off to play, fetched the buildable gantry for heavy lifting, and built it herself in Hannah’s room until Hansel got home.

When Hansel got home it was still raining and he had to know what happened when he saw Marion. She started griping to him about trying to push ‘The Bitch’ as Marion had started calling it since then, and persisted about the transmission being stuck. Hansel believed her, it’s the most annoying fault with the cat tanks. Banker was always careful with Marion- it was usually her own doing that put her transmission at risk. Hansel fetched Chandler from his room and they changed into old clothes before they began working. Marion had decided she absolutely did not want to see the decapitation process, so the first thing the boys did was drive the tank into Hannah’s room under the gantry. They cut the engine and Hansel began explaining to Chandler what the plan was. To summarize, they’re first removing the turret so getting the tools and parts in and out won’t be as bad, then they’re going to put the hull on blocks, and since the wife is so persistent about it, the first thing to be overhauled will be the transmission. However, the way Hansel referred to the transmission was akin to a legend, a mythical monster, the boogie man…

“I’ll tell you the nightmare stories you may have heard are a bit exaggerated. It was a problem, but it was a known problem, and they did try to remedy it. Replacing the few parts that usually broke is actually very easy… if you have the parts, that is. Getting to it, now that sucks.” Chandler asked him what usually broke, Hansel took him to the front of the hull and drew three vertical lines with his hand just inside of the drive sprocket they were closest to.

“Oh wow! It’s right there!?” Hansel nodded.

“Mm-hmm, final drive. The problem is that we have to take the treads off, and the drive wheel, remove the cover plate and all the gears of the final drive. Then, because when they break they tend to spread metal flakes and dust everywhere, we have to clean everything.” Chandler nodded, Hansel then pointed at the drive sprocket and slowly traced his finger towards the center of the vehicle. Chandler was horrified. “Everything.

He told Chandler it might take them a month to get the whole thing cleaned, and not to worry about it too much. He reminded Chandler that first, they needed to get the turret off. Marion helped a little bit, mostly getting the gantry in the right spot and a turret basket holder set up for the turret to sit in. Once that was done and the boys were hooking chains up to the lifting eyes Marion said she had to start dinner and slammed the garage door shut so she didn’t have to watch. Hansel double-checked his work, and Chandler’s, then complimented Chandler on a good job and took him to the side where he was safe. Then Hansel went to the crane’s motor and turned it on. It warmed up and responded well to Hansel’s commands until there was tension on the chains. The motor cried and screamed terribly, Hansel slackened the chains and cut the motor.

“Why doesn’t Mis-mom like this part?” Hansel smiled.

“She hates it when I have to take hers off, that’s why.”

“Why do you take it off at all?” Hansel pointed at The Bitch.

“So if I need to, I can, and her turret doesn’t freeze, like this one.”

‘What do we do?”

“Find me a sledgehammer, and a metal pipe.” Candler acknowledged and went looking, eventually returning with what was asked for. Hansel explained what they were to do, go inside, Chandler holds the pipe to the turret ring and Hansel beats the pipe, and they got to it. They did one go around the turret, and tried again. It didn’t help. They did another go around and it still didn’t work, nor did the third go around. Now Hansel was frustrated, and also referred to the tank as The Bitch. Chandler didn’t know ‘bitch’ in German, in fact, he didn’t know any German swear words. Hansel and Marion were very clean around their children, so this one word that both Hansel and Marion keep saying that Chandler doesn’t know, after he’s been taught the reference nouns, he figured it’s a swear word.

“You’re swearing, aren’t you?” He asked. Hansel, bent backwards under the turret ring, his face flushed a brown-grey with blood and sweat, didn’t care to be clean anymore.

“Yes. Your mother has affectionately started calling it Die Hundin, which means The Bitch. I think I will also call it Die Hundin. He went back to whacking the pipe with the sledgehammer.

“Can I?” He asked meekly, Hansel stopped.

“Well, that’s its name now, you’d be insulting it if you didn’t.” He smiled at Chandler, who looked extraordinarily excited to call something a bitch in front of his parents. “This summer dad’s going to teach you all the cuss words he knows without trying, and mom’s not going to like it.”

“Can we christen it?”

“What?”

“Christen the tank… Die Hundin?” Hansel chuckled. 

“Sure son, we can christen the tank.” Chandler was bounding with energy after that. Once they finished a fourth rotation Hansel took a break, meanwhile Chandler opened the door and passed by Marion on his way to the fridge. He opened it up, searched around until he found a grape soda, and took it to the tank.

‘Hey, it’s late, you can’t have that!”

“Dad said I could use it!” She was delighted he called Hansel ‘dad,’ but… use it? The rear of the tank faced the three of them, Chandler stood between the armored cowlings for the exhaust pipes and raised the soda over his head. “We christen you… Die Hundin!” Marion’s jaw dropped and Hansel burst into laughter as Chandler smashed the soda can into the cowling’s upper lip. Soda sprayed and fizzed everywhere as the can ruptured.

“Excuse me!?” Marion blurted, making Hansel laugh even harder. “We don’t talk like that!” Chandler turned to explain, soda spraying his outfit, but Marion didn’t allow him the chance. “No! Absolutely not! No!”

“Marion, babe, it’s alright.” Hansel said, her glaring switched from Chandler to Hansel.

“No! Soon he’s going to be saying all the other ones, too!”

“He won’t know them until I teach him.” She glared harder at him. He shrugged. “You’re the one that married a mechanic.” Using the supernatural powers that all mothers are bestowed, she amplified her glaring another magnitude. He shook his head and looked at Chandler. “Clean up your mess, don’t leave it sticky, either.” He tossed out the can and wiped up the mess, Hansel tried again. In the absence of the motor wailing Marion realized the turret was coming off so she squealed and covered her eyes. “Oops…” Hansel said as he realized he hadn’t closed the door.

The turret creaked and groaned out of the socket. Chandler looked on with intense awe and curiosity as he could see the whole contraption easily. Once the basket was clean of the hull, Hansel told Chandler to crank the turret across the gantry. He approached the side opposite of Hansel and began, very quickly running out of breath. Still, he gave it his all, struggling and fumbling with it. He got halfway there and that was it, Hansel took over. Chandler’s arms were pounding as he spotted for Hansel, once lined up the turret was set on the maintenance stand and the motor was turned off. “Alright, babe, we’re done with the turret.” She exhaled a sigh of relief and got back to making dinner, thankfully nothing burned.

“How much does that thing weigh!?” Chandler burst out as he sat on the floor. Hansel scratched his head.

“I don’t remember exactly but I think it’s between twelve and fifteen tons.” Chandler was shocked. “Yeah, it’s very heavy. That’s a lot of metal, there.”

“Set the table, boys,” Marion called, “Dinner’s ready!”

The three of them ate a filling, delicious dinner. Marion excused the filthy boys of being dirty since they had just finished, it actually made her smile. Chandler tore into his food as fast as he could, but would pause and look at his hurting arms. Marion asked him how working with dad was, he simply complained that his arms hurt. Hansel looked at the treads, Marion noticed his gaze, and Hansel assured Chandler that the worst was yet to come. Marion grinned and shook her turret side to side. When dinner was finished Chandler expressed his wishes to just go to bed, which were granted-after he bathes. He trotted off to do so, happily. Hansel and Marion cleaned the table, Hansel inspected the tears on the turret and chassis while Marion loaded her new dishwasher. Hansel found that the grease was not only old, but it wasn’t ever rubbed in. All that was done was clean the old off and put the new on, the turret wasn’t spun around like it should have been to work the grease into the gears. He told Marion what he found, she wasn’t surprised. They wound down and went to bed, Hansel bathed and promised to one day make a shower big enough for both of them- a three decade promise. He returned to her as she laid down to relax and there he tried his luck with her. She wasn’t very receptive of him at the time.

“No,” she said coldly, still wrapping arms around him as he laid down, “I’m mad at you.” He flinched and snapped his fingers.

“Damn! Well, I figured. I thought I’d at least give it a shot.”

“Well then, was it worth it?” She asked sarcastically. Hansel knew his answer, but he jogged his memory anyways. Chandler standing there with the soda over his head, ‘We christen you… DIE HUNDIN!’ Hansel chuckled.

“Yes, it was well worth it.” He laced his fingers between hers and kissed the back of her hand, rolling under the covers. “And I can’t wait to make you mad again!”

Fin Chapter 8

The New Generation Chapter 7

Hey guys, I know last time I said I’d try to post more regularly, and I’ve been a piece of shit at that. Sorry about that, times haven’t been the greatest, and writing isn’t a high priority for me. I’ll try to write more often but, I can’t guarantee anything. Anyways without any further delay here is the next chapter.

 

Enjoy.

 

Chapter 7

 

Jäger pulled the stew off of the range top and carried it to the table. Normally Fritz and her don’t use the table, but Edwards came by to catch up with them. Jäger made his favorite stew since he came by, and as he watched on while she pulled the top off the pot and dipped a large ladle into the broth his mouth watered unstoppably. She scooped up a mighty size portion full of potato chunks, cabbage, pork, carrots, and peas and poured it into Edwards’s bowl. He thanked her and waited for everyone to be served before he began eating.

“So, how’s the yard, Ed?” Jäger asked him, he looked up from slurping on his spoon and answered.

“The yard’s good, the trains are good.” He quickly finished a spoonful before the next flurry of questions..

“Have you met any trains yet?” Fritz asked as he dabbed bread into his own stew.

“Yes, any to hitch to?” Jäger asked.

“You couple up to one yet?” Fritz snickered. Jäger grinned, too. Edwards had trouble swallowing his latest spoonful of stew because he chuckled too hard. Forcing his throat to cooperate he got his food down and clear.

“Oh there’re some trains down there, mostly men. Most of them run more northern lines, one or two come down here to operate as thier mainstay, but very few are based ‘round here.”

“Ah, that’s better than a few years ago.” Edwards nodded, “But are there girls now? You did say mostly men.”

“I did,” he smiled, “there’s one or two girls I’ve been hitting it up with.”

“Ah-ha!” Jäger exclaimed. “Get ‘em! See? Merging you was a good call.”

“No!” Edwards leaned in and shook his spoon at his hosts. “Fuck the both of you for changing me. I could have married a nice woman and had a good life and die by now. I’m still angry at that.” He sat back in his chair and ate more stew.

“We know,” Fritz said as the bread dissolved on his tongue, “but admit it, it’s been pretty good living this long.”

“And-” Jäger cut in, “you wouldn’t be getting with those nice train ladies you’ve dreamt about.”

“But if it didn’t happen I wouldn’t have had to watch all my friends and family die in Germany.” Instantly the mood changed. Jäger thought of Chandler and Irish.

“Yeah,” she said, “you know that reunion we invited you to?”

“Yes, I remember. I was busy at the yards, unfortunately.”

“You would’ve met a little Irish junior.” Fritz said solemnly. Edwards seized up. Memories of Irish flooded back. He slowly put his spoon down.

“Irish… I’ve… I haven’t thought about him in a long time.” Edwards felt guilt and remorse for letting him go way back then. “I shouldn’t have let him go.”

“It’s how we all feel.” Jäger said, clasping the seat in her cabin that Irish used to sit in decades ago.

“You know,” Fritz said, “I never knew his real name.”

“Ian MacBrown, he,” Edwards started travelling down memory lane, “he was half Scottish, and half German. His German mother took him to Danzig to grow up, he joined the Kriegsmarine to help pay for his mother and sister to move over to London where his father was a professor, where his family died in the bombing raids.” The atmosphere was still and cold. “He had nothing left, so he stayed in, volunteered to go army and to the Eastern front just to die in battle.” There was a long pause before Fritz picked up.

“If he wanted to die he should have joined the U-boat corps.” The dark joke broke all their composures and they had a fit of laughter.

“Well,” Jäger said composing herself, “I guess in the end he got his wish.”

“Yeah I guess.” Edwards said, still chuckling. “He said that he regretted becoming such close friends with us, we somewhat ruined his plans of dying for a while.”

“I wouldn’t say that’s a bad thing.” Jäger retorted before she gulped down some more stew. Edwards shook his head ‘no’ and began eating his stew again, too. “I still hate her, that bitch. I hope she rusted to death in a ditch.” Jäger scowelled and ate more stew. Edwards shrugged.

“He seemed pretty happy with her.” Jäger glared at him, hatred glossing over her eyes.

“He was a jolly fellow, regardless of who he was with. That fucking bitch shit on him and treated him like dirt every day. Fuck her. I can’t believe he died for her.” Fritz shifted uncomfortably.

“Babe, I don’t think he died for her.” He looked over to Jäger to explain himself. “So say what you want, but he and I were in the running for you,” Jäger tried to play it down but Fritz persisted, “everybody knew it’d either be him or me-because I’m not fucking sharing.” Jäger got flustered.

“What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t think he thought he could make you happy. I think he was insecure.” Jäger blankly stared at him and slowly raised her eyebrows. She smirked and shook herself left and right.

“Sure Fritz, sure.”

“It’s what I honestly believe.” They looked at Edwards, who had just finished his stew. He just blankly looked back and shrugged.

“Would you like more stew, Ed?” Jäger asked him. He nodded and handed over his bowl.

“Yes, please, Jäger.” She filled his bowl for him and handed it back.

There was a bit of an awkward tension as the question floated around their minds, did Irish and Jäger ever bang? They moved on to other subjects and finished dinner. They cleaned up the table and dishes and started talking about television shows. Gameshows quickly dominated the topic and that reminded Fritz that one of the gamesows was about to come on. He separated to go look for the TV remote and while his tracks made a huge ruckas Edwards had to ask the question.

“So did Irish ever…?” He jerked his head towards the rear end of Jäger. She pursed her lips, glanced at Fritz, and then quietly nodded. Edwards slowly nodded, he wasn’t surprised, but more impressed it was only a rumor for so long. Jäger raised a finger up to her lips to keep it quiet, Edwards vigorously shook his head in agreement. They heard the iconic theme music of the gameshow and were distracted from the subject. Edwards liked that he knew for certain, but he was already convinced of it so it never bothered him. He’ll keep it quiet for the benefit of his friend’s pride.

Because they’re a family of tanks Jäger and Fritz don’t have much furniture, and even less for humans. Edwards stops by often and is very close with the couple so they cater to him, but not enough for a couch. He had to sit on Fritz to watch the TV in any lounging state. Jäger came up next to Fritz and leaned on him, just far enough away to keep her skirts from getting caught on his. He leaned back into her and held her the best he could. As they watched this popular game of hangman they chimed in with their ideas. They knew they wouldn’t affect it at all, but they begged with the players to call their ideas.

After the gameshow ended they turned off the TV and broke out the beer. Fritz and Jäger had absolutely no way of getting drunk off of the amount of beer they had, and neither would Edwards, but they drank anyway to unwind and relax. Edwards brought up their daughter, Erin, and the couple talked about how she’s doing well and all. They said that her and Petre were looking to get their own place, but that was difficult for them. They talked about how their jobs are long-distance support and that they are limited in job opportunities because they’re tanks. Jäger and Fritz slowly turned remorseful, wishing that things were different for their kids. “Sometimes I wish Fritz was a human.” Jäger said bluntly. “Or that I was human.” Fritz nodded in agreement.

“I wish life wasn’t so hard for Erin and Petre, they grow up watching all these movies about other human kids get to do and they can’t do any of it.” Jäger nodded.

“If Fritz were human, or if I got with Irish, I probably would have had a lot more kids.” Edwards was sitting there awkwardly, looking at the amount of beer the two of them had consumed and he was concerned by it.

“Mini and Kram feel the same way for Petre.” Fritz stated.

“They do. Our kids were born at the wrong time. We should have waited babe, I’m sorry I pushed you for a baby.” Jäger said, rubbing his hand. He shook his turret.

“Jag, when would we have known it was the right time? Will it ever come?” Edwards intervened quickly.

“Well, Hansel and Marion pumped out two tanks, how’re they doing?” Both Jäger and Fritz shook side to side.

“Tyler had to join the Army to get another life, and Hannah just got a job as a museum piece!” Jäger exclaimed. “There should be way more options for our kids. I don’t want my baby to go off to war, and she doesn’t either, but then neither her nor Petre can be in a museum. They’re nothing close to their parents. If someone had no fucking clue at all, yeah, they fit the part, but anyone who knows even a little bit? Yeah, they’ll be caught and be labeled frauds.” Jäger held her mantle in her hands as she cried. “I fucked over my daughter.”

“You did not!” Edwards said, sternly. “Trust me, I’ve seen kids who are way worse off than her. Have you ever seen children hopping trains trying to just find food? Have you ever caught any breaking into freight cars trying to steal food? Your child has a lover, loving parents, loving community, she has a job and is even concerned with looking for her own house! Jäger! Jäger look at me! Look at me!” She peeled her hands off her eyes and looked at Edwards. “Your daughter doesn’t have as many options as I would, no, but she’s not hopeless. She’s not fucked, she’s going to be alright. Both of you did good, and both of you did the best you could for Erin. Ask her how she feels about it next time you see her.” Jäger sniffled but perked up. Arms shot out and grabbed a surprised Edwards, pulling him to her glacis plate. She hugged him with all her love.

“Thank you, Ed, I feel a little better.”

“Glad I could help.” Edwards squeaked. “Can I breath now?”

“Oh!” Jäger released some pressure so he could breathe again.

“It’s not too late, yet.” Fritz said as he glanced at the clock. “We could call Erin and settle it now.”

“I would like that, yes.” Jäger, still holding Edwards, backed herself over to the phone and called Erin’s cell phone number. It rang a few times before Erin answered, when she did her voice made Edwards think back to her childhood, what a little hooligan she was back then.

“Hello, mom? Dad?” Jäger always used the speaker mode on the house phone, Fritz used the handset and pressed the earpiece to his mantle to hear and it always made visitors laugh.

“Hey, sweetie! It’s mom, dad, and Eddie!”

“Eddie!” She squealed through the phone.

“Yup, how you doing, champ?”

“I’m doing goooood! I got a job-”

“Finally!”

“-Shut! Up! Uh, so mean! How are you Eddie?”

“I’m good, hey, your mother has a few questions for you.” He glared at Jäger.

“No! I’m not pregnant!” Fritz belched a hearty laugh.

“We’ll see about that,” Jäger snickered, she really wants grandbabies, too, “no, Erin, uhm…” she looked very uncomfortable. “Do you feel happy, being a tank?” Erin was quiet on her end.

“I like it, yeah.”

“Do you feel like you’re limited, challenged, about work?”

“Yeah, I can’t do a lot of jobs but I’ve got choices. There’s stuff to do.” Jäger bit her tongue on her next question.

“Erin, baby.., do you feel like your father and I.., fucked you over?” Erin replied instantly.

“No.” Jäger spilled out tears anyways. “I’m doing alright, loving life, I’m happy. I don’t think I’m fucked.” Edwards asked a question next.

“Do you think you’d rather be human?” Again her reply was instant.

“Pssh! No!” Fritz laughed again.

“Eat shit, Edwards!” He belched.

“Whatever, you fat bastard!” Edwards shot back, he turned back to the phone and asked Erin to continue.

“There’s so much I can do that a human can’t. I’m way stronger than any human, super tough, I have a huge gun and armor, I’m faster, too. I’ve survived so many things that I’m sure would kill any human. I’m a fucking beast! Like, dad, who’s going to mug me? Who’s going to rape me? Who’s going to fuck with me? Who’s going to overpower me? Try me, bitch!” Fritz was laughing extremely hard, his suspension was rocking. He loved how proud and cocky his daughter was, she was just like him.

“That’s ma girrrrrrrl!” He bellowed.

“See Jäger? Erin’s fine. You didn’t fuck her over.” Jäger was smiling, sniffling, but smiling.”

“I guess you’re right,” she said, “if you two could step outside, I’d like to talk to Erin for a minute.” The men went outside, alcohol in hand, and kept up the chatter. Edwards wanted to see what Fritz really thought of Irish.

“Fritz, when you said that Irish couldn’t make Jäger happy, what did you mean?” Fritz nodded and gulped down his keg.

“Jäger is a very insecure woman, she’s riddled with self doubt and second guesses everything about herself, as you saw. Irish was very similar, it’s why they got along so well. Sure, they leaned on each other and helped each other out, mentally, but it wouldn’t last forever. What was going to happen is Jäger or he would end up slipping, and the other would end up slipping, too, then no one is standing and it’s a cesspool of pity. He saw that happen, I did, too. Now, I’m a hard headed, stubborn-ass bastard, mentally I’m great for Jäger. I’m the brick wall she needed that wouldn’t budge, never letting her fall. Irish knew that, he’d get me to help Jäger out when he was out of ideas. Do I need her to set me straight? Absolutely. But the sort of authority, mental fortitude, you could say, she needed to live a rather happy life was not going to come from Irish. Irish is too selfless for that, he said he’d rather see his friends as happy as could be. That is the entirety of why I believe he left Jäger and I.”

Edwards was quiet, he already knew what Fritz said individually, he had never pieced it together like Fritz had.

“Do you think he had to kill himself for that, though?” Fritz shook his turret as fast as he could.

“Oh no! He didn’t kill himself. No, not his character. He hated the concept, now, I don’t think he lived long after he left us. I think he was shot as a deserter. I just could never tell that to Jäger, it’d break her heart.” Edwards nodded.

“So what do you think happened to E, then?” Fritz raised his eyebrow.

“Now that is my second idea of what happened to him.” Edwards couldn’t help but smirk. “Her whole toughness, cold attitude, it was all a charade. Mini hid his feelings better and we still knew he was faking. Her? No. Jäger hates her because she’d bash on Irish but so did you, and I, most of the crew, and she never noticed that Irish would bash back at E. I’m also fairly certain jealousy also played a huge part of the hatred, though. E liked the attention Irish would give her. She just didn’t know how to get more from him.” Edwards nodded, he could see it. “Personally, I think Irish and E would do great together.”

“Why?”

“The same reasons why Jäger and I are great together.” Edwards shrugged.

“So, that ‘Irish Junior,’ what’s so special about him?” Fritz made a shrugging motion with his hands.

“I dunno. Jäger’s quite superstitious- something else she picked up from Irish- and she believes that if you’re wronged or murdered in a previous life then you’re reborn or reincarnated, or some other crazy shit. I don’t know. I don’t believe any of it. The kid does look a little bit like Irish, though. He’s no carbon copy, however.” Just then the large garage door shuttered open and Jäger came out with more beer. She’d recovered her emotions and now just looked sad. She let out a loud sigh of despair as she closed the door and opened a keg of beer.

“Erin said no children were on the way.” Edwards chuckled.

“That’s it. I’m getting the two of them drunk and telling them that making babies is the best fun ever.” Jäger said jokingly, but in a serious tone, now Fritz began chuckling. “I’m getting my grand-babies one way or another.” Edwards wiped some beer spillage from the corner of his mouth and looked into the mouth of his empty beer can. “Oh, and Edwards, you’re not safe from my wrath, either, I demand children from you and your train boo, too.” He smirked.

“When that happens you’ll be the first I tell, Jäger.”

“Fuckin’ better. They spend the rest of the night drinking all the beer they had and bullshitting with each other until dawn, where Edwards passed out in a poorly made bed until he cared enough to go home.

 

Fin Chapter 7

 

The New Generation 6

Sup guys, I hope I can start putting content out more regularly than I have been recently, but life has not been a helping hand in that ordeal. Anyways, without further delay, chapter 6.

 

Enjoy.

 

Chapter 6

 

    Chandler finished his homeschooling with Marion and was granted the summer off at around the same time Jasmine finished her freshman year. Jasmine had taken Chandler out to interact with people more his age a few times and tried getting him to make friends. He was always timid and awkward, not able to hold a conversation for too long, which frustrated the social butterfly. She talked to Hansel and Marion about it, saying that he’d rather be at home drawing or building stuff. They said he liked games, electronic and outside games alike, and recommended those activities to her but Jasmine said she didn’t care to do that kind of stuff anymore. About two weeks after summer started Hansel grabbed Chandler and brought him to the porch with him to wait. Chandler had brought one of his model kit instruction manuals with him and was examining it tediously, getting bored and asking Hansel why they were waiting on the porch.

    “It’s a nice day out, I thought it’d be a good time to sit outside. Don’t you think so, too?” Chandler shrugged. He put his booklet down and scanned across the yard, taking in the lush green grass, shady oak trees along the fence, and the gravel driveway that led up to the still noticeable dirt runway that used to dominate the property.

    “It’s a good day, relaxing.” His imagination ran wild with events going on in his mind, using the scene for the setting of an epic battleground. “I wish I had friends to play with.” Hansel nodded in agreement.

    “I wish you did, too. Hey, Jasmine said you didn’t talk much to the kids she showed you to, why’s that?” Chad had to think about it, formulating his answer.

    “They weren’t interesting. They talked about stuff I didn’t know about.”

    “Like what?”

    “Sports teams, movie stars, singers. I don’t care bout it much.”

    “You like stuff like tanks and planes more?”

    “Yeah, history, too, like war history.” Chad looked back at his model kit booklet, it was a model of the Bismarck. Hansel got it for him as a summertime project. “Mister Hansel, you said you had a friend on the Bismarck?” Hansel nodded.

    “Yes, I did.”

    “How did you know him?” Hansel searched way back into his memory to recall the event, he smiled and chuckled when he did.

    “Oh, oh I remember. We fell for the same prank. I was running late for school one day, I was maybe seven or eight years old, I rushed to school, ran through the halls, bursted into the classroom and jumped into my seat-and landed right on a thumb tack!”

    “Ouch!”

    “Yeah, big ouch! Everybody was laughing, I jumped out of my seat, hollering mad! I couldn’t get it out  and it started to bleed so I was sent to the nurse’s office. Sitting in there getting his butt wiped clean and patched up was Rudolph, that’s where I met him. He had sat on a tack, too, and both our butts were hurt.” Chandler giggled a little bit, Hansel smiled and thought of all the fond memories he had with Rudolph. “So, Chandler, are you excited for school?” Chad shrugged again.

    “Yeah, I want to make friends. I don’t like homework, though.”

    “Nobody likes homework, Chandler, but you have to do it.”

    “I know,” he whinned, “but it’s stupid.”

    “No it’s not!” Hansel said, just then he heard a truck rumbling down the road. “You hear that?”

    “Yeah.” Hansel could see Chandler’s giant red hair spinning around as he searched for the sound’s source. Meanwhile it occured to Hansel that he should probably get Chandler a haircut.

    A huge, lumbering blue semi-truck roared through the trees that hid the driveway. A massive truck with a full cab on its back and hauling a thick and heavy trailer for a thick and heavy load. Bright yellow and black signs all over the truck screamed out ‘OVERSIZED LOAD’ and as the trailer was revealed from behind the treeline Hansel and Chandler could see just how big this load was. Even with a heavy green and retaining straps to mask the form both Hansel and Chandler recognized the silhouette of a King Tiger tank. With how big the semi-truck was, the Tiger tank still managed to dwarf the thing. Chandler remembered back to when he was told that a monster truck could beat anything -but a tank. Hansel was impressed that there wasn’t any bluffing, the man actually had a King Tiger, and Chandler looked distressed again.

    “Oh no, more family?” Chandler whined, Hansel chuckled.

    “No, I hope not.” They both chuckled a little. The giant truck’s brakes hissed as it was brought to a stop a dozen yards or so from the house. “Come on, Chandler, let’s go check it out.”

    “Yes, sir.” Chandler put the booklet down and followed Hansel over to the truck. A man with a short grey beard and shoulder length brown hair climbed out of the driver’s side. He was on the heavier side of things, but with his wrists and veins exposed Hansel saw no traces of morphing. He was completely human.

    “Hi-ya, I’m Ted.” He stretched his arm out to Hansel, Hansel stretched his arm out and they shook hands.

    “Hansel,” Ted nodded, broke from Hansel, and turned to shake Chandler’s hand, “and this is my son, Chandler.”

    “Nice to meet you, sir.” Chandler said and shook Ted’s hand.

    “Thank ya, boy. Up in the truck is my father, his name’s Will. He’s too old to really be here, but he wanted to meet y’all in person.” Hansel nodded. The truck door began to swing open, hesitantly. Through the glass they could see a small man struggling on the door. “No, dad, stay up there! We’ll come to you!” He turned to Hansel again. “Would’ya mind?”

    “Not at all.”

    “Thank ya.” Ted leads them to the passenger side of the truck and fully opens the door for his father. Will is a tired old man, stout and pale with deep eye sockets ringed with bags. Loose skin hangs from his chin and arms while thin stray hairs dot his mostly bald head. Hansel could tell Will was once a large muscled man built for work. He wondered if this is how Meats looked like in his later years. “Hey dad, this here is Mister Hansel, and that’s his little boy, Mister Chandler.”

    “Oh? Ah well, good to meetcha, my name’s Will. Y’all’ve met Ted, my son, already. I’d come down and shake yer hands but, uh, I’m old.”

    “Yup, that’s fine Will. You’re worse for wear than I am, by far.” Hansel said, Will laughed.

    “Yeah, age has not been kind to this old geezer.”

    “How about the Tiger? How’s it holding up?”

    “Better than me, that’s for damn sure. I should probably give you the run-down of it while I still can.”

    “It’d be nice, but it’s not necessary. I plan on gutting it and rebuilding it with my boy, here.” Ted smiled.

    “I wish we did that,” he said, looking at Will, “I was a snobby brat, never helped dad with it.” Will laughed.

    “Even if you weren’t a brat you think I could take that sum-bitch apart? Maybe, I know it’d never get back together if I did!” Now Hansel smiled.

    “Oh they aren’t easy! Not in the slightest!”

    “Hell no!” Will responded. He shifted his weight around and looked back to where the tank was. “I could work on the engine, it’s a diesel, beefy one, too. The motors are good, I never had to worry about the transmission-luckily-but then again I only ran the thing once or twice a month for two ‘er three hours. The paint’s old but lead so, it’s still there, too. It was in a shed for most of its life, so it shouldn’t be too rusty. The seats are original, no floor mats,” the men chuckled at that, “but everything is more or less how I found it in forty-five. Oh! One of the fuel tanks is rusted through, don’t fill the port side one. Unless you like to smear diesel all over the cabin.” Chandler looked back to the house and saw Marion nosing out of the hanger door, but he didn’t see any eyes. He usually could see them, even from this far away. He turned  back and couldn’t think about anything else. “Well, we should probably get it off the trailer, now. Ted, could ya, please?”

    “Sure thing, dad. Would y’all like to watch?”

    “Yes!” Hansel said enthusiastically. “Chandler would love to, here, Chandler, go on.”

    “Yes, sir.” Chandler followed Ted over to the tank and helped take the tarp and straps off.

    Hansel talked to Will about how things have changed over time for a little bit before he also went over to the tank to oversee everything. They did the usual start by hand cranking the engine and electrically starting the ignition. Marion doesn’t have to do that so Hansel almost forgot about it. Once the engine roared to life and was thumping steadily Ted moved to the cab, properly. Hansel noticed that this engine noise was nothing like any of the tanks he knew of. The cabin was like every other production King Tiger, which is not like Marion’s, this Tiger had the hydraulically assisted steering wheel while Marion had hydraulically assisted steering levers. Chandler noted and listened to Ted as he showed how to prepare, start, and drive the tank while they waited for the engine to fully warm up. He eased the behemoth off the huge trailer, using Chandler and Hansel to help guide him. From his vantage point Hansel could see the road wheels on the tank barely move when the weight was removed from them as the tank backed off, he suspected that the torsion bars had seized up and that they’d need to be taken apart, cleaned, and lubricated. As the tank backed off the trailer and moved around the truck Hansel carefully listened and watched it move. Aside from the torsion bars Hansel didn’t notice anything. Once the engine was cut Hansel told Chandler to inspect the insides of the cabin carefully and walked with Ted over to the truck to talk with Ted and Will.

    Chandler did as he was told, looking and feeling around very particularly. He could feel the cold metal walls flaking their paint off, and large sprouts of early, fine rust forming and emerging. There was a lot of grease on the gears and mothballs placed in random spots everywhere. With the power off there was no lighting, so he couldn’t see any discoloration, but the leather seats felt like they needed to be tossed out. Looking out of the various sight glasses he saw the glass was hazy and dirty, it also smelled funny, too. He tried to exit through the commander’s hatch but it was stuck closed so he climbed out of the loader’s hatch. He carefully climbed down and went to Hansel to report his findings. While he waited for Hansel to finish talking he looked over to the tank, wondering if it was alive and just hiding. The base color was a dull earthy brown, it had thinned and blended with the red primer coat to be a mute color good for the mud of the Florida swamps. His mind raced with imaginations of what they would paint it to look like. Army green? Grey? A sandy yellow? Maybe look like Marion? What about the markings, like eyes, a unit, a cool logo or a scary monster? So many options crossed his wondrous mind. His mind wandered off as he thought about endless possibilities and he looked forward to making look good again.

 

Fin Chapter 6

The New Generation 5 (For real)

Yes, this one is actually what I meant to post as chapter four, but I fucked up and so now it’s chapter 5. No big deal. I know my writing has been very, inconsistent to say the least, I’ll try to change that but I don’t promise anything. So, without further delay, here is the next installment.

Enjoy.

 

Chapter 5

Once Chad had been released and given a plate of food he calmed down and came around to talking. He took a liking to Kramia and Mini-Rommel quite fast and was comfortable. Eryka the experimental E-100 super-heavy tank was monsterous to him, her giant hull, turret, and gun dwarfed even Marion and captivated his curiosity as to why make something that big. He didn’t know much about Betty, a Pershing tank, either, but knew a lot about Faust, the Panzer IV. His family were very delighted to meet him, his aunts and uncles, biological blood or not, this was his new family and they took him in with open arms. He was still hesitant, and when he learned that Banker was Marion’s driver, Inbred her gunner, Whacker her radio operator, and Hansel her commander, he wondered who her loader was. The gang sorrowfully told him that he died in the eighties, he stayed in Germany with his family. They talked about him for a while, who he was and his personality, and how much they missed him. He spent the day listening to stories, meeting many tanks, taking an interest in Vitaliya and Devastator, the estranged couple from the eastern front. He couldn’t figure them out, just something appealing about them, like Kramia and Mini-Rommel. When there was a lapse in activity he was sitting with Marion and Hansel and he spoke his mind.

“Mom, dad, how are we related to them?”

“Who?”

“My aunts and uncles, how?”

“So, Uncle Anton is actually your cousin, he’s also mine,” Hansel said, “that is real blood for us. As for the others? There’s nothing closer than the bond we share.”

“Why?”

“It’s both simple and it’s not, I’ll ask a question, why do people fight in war? What makes them do such things, Chandler?” Chad thought for a minute.

“Family? Country?” Hansel nodded.

“From what I’ve seen, it’s more often for family than anything else. Your mother here has had no life before the war, she doesn’t love Germany like myself, or any of your Uncles, she didn’t know anything about the political side of the war, the racial side. She had nothing but the knowledge to go forth and kill the enemy. So what do you think made her keep going?”

“You, you guys told her to.”

“Half right,” Marion said, “I fought for my friends, my family. Hansel, Adam, I did it for them.”

“When you ask a soldier why he did it, you will get hundreds of answers, pay, power, prestige, honor, tradition, duty, whatever it is, but when the battle starts and it’s real it’s not about that anymore. Almost none of it. You fight for the man beside you, and he the same for you, in that moment he is your family, he becomes your family. There’s many names for it, blood brothers, battle buddies, firefight family, whatever you call it, it’s all the same. That’s why I call them my family, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them. Or you.” He poked Chad in his belly. Chad nodded and was quiet, satisfied with his answer and deep in thought and analysis, looking at the couple’s from opposite sides as he thought about it more. Looking around, Chad thought of another question.

“Are there any kids my age?” Hansel shook his head no.

“Sadly not, son. Our families started many years ago, decades ago, even, all our kids are either grown up or in their teens. Jasmine, for example, is the youngest of the bunch, except you, of course.”

“So, are there grandkids?”

“Sadly not,” Marion said, “when we fought through the war we all felt rushed to have kids, have a family, before we ended up dead like all the others around us. We never knew how long we’d be around, and since our kids grew up without that looming doom, and they could see how healthy we were and long our lives are, they don’t feel a rush.” Chad looked sad, he slouched over and looked at his shoes resting on Marion’s glacis plate. “Don’t feel bad, Chandler, there’s going to be a bunch of kids to make friends with at school next year!”

 

Veronica chewed on the pen cap some more, deep in analytical thought. Beads of sweat from her forehead rolled down into her ees and into the lens of her microscope. Frustrated by the heat, sweat obscuring her her vision, and the seemingly nonsensical way that Adler’s body makeup interacted with blood pushed her to take a break. She shoved the cart with all her equipment awar from her stool and fanned herself while looking around the garage. There was already a fan at every window, all trying their best to to cool off the garage. She shook her head and combed her long curvy brown hair. Adler noticed her annoyance and looked up from his microscope to confront her. “What’s wrong, Vinnie?” He combed over her body with his hawk eyes, noticing her deeply sweat-soaked sports bra and track shorts. Her skin glistened with a coating and drips plucked off her body to the smooth cement floor. Veronica threw her head back and wailed back to him.

“It’s so hot!” Her hair fell from her mid back and drooped over Adler’s right treads, just behind his forward idler wheel. He carefully picked up her flowing mane so it wouldn’t get caught in his robust metal treads-again.

“Yeah, I’m a bit uncomfortable, too.” He wiped condensation off his hull and flicked it off his mechanical hand.

“Addie, baby, are you cool?” She asked with such desperation in her gleaming eyes. Adler frowned as he felt himself.

“No babe, I’m pretty warm.” She groaned.

“I really need to get AC in here soooooo badly!” She slouched over and wiped her forehead again. “What’s worse is that it’s not even summer yet! It gets so much worse in the summer, here!” She moped for a bit and looked back into her microscope. “And they’re already dead!”

“Which ones?” Adler asked her. “My blood or your blood?”

“Yours.” She answered. She picked up the petrie dish and closed it, labeling it ‘A. DEAD’ and stacked it with the others. “I need another sample, babe.” Adler raised an eyebrow at her.

“How much more are you expecting to test, Vinnie?”

“Until I see you consume my blood again!” She was reaching for the vial of her blood when Adler stopped here.

“Babe, I’ve seen sixty tests where my blood dies out, and this is your fifty-seventh. I think that one time is just a fluke. Either you were sick, or using already dead blood.” She shook her head.

“No, no, no, nothing ‘just happens’ like that for no reason. And they were alive, I saw them wiggling around.” She turned her back towards him and leaned back onto his sloping hull. “Please babe, just a little more?” She looked back to him seductively like a pin -up girl, even lifting a leg up over the other’s knee. Adler combed over her and grunted.

“Alright, one more. This will be the last withdraw for a while, I’m getting sore.” Adler picked up a very beefy syringe and needle from the cart-desk and brought it up to his arm. He slid the tip between the kinks in his arm plating and winced and seethed as is penetrated his firmer outer shell and sank into the more fragile metal muscle strands that articulated his body like a snake. He withdrew  a full syringe this time and removed the device, gripping his arm while his body recovers. He handed Veronica the device and she kissed the back of his hand as she took it from him.

“Thanks babe, I love you!” She threw herself upright.

“I love you, too.” He rubbed his arm and looked into his microscope, his blood died out to her blood.

“Babe, you said you could turn me into a machine, right?”

“Somewhat.” He responded, getting uncomfortable. “Not a machine, more like a half-blood.”

‘Right, right, but how?” Adler grew weazy.

“Uh, I-uh, need to inject you with my blood, deep into your tissues. I need a lot of it, too.”

“Hmmm…” She took a dropper and collected some of her blood, dropped two drops into a new dish, then placed it under the scope. “Babe, hold this, inject it into the dish when I say so.” She handed the syringe of his blood to Adler.

“How much?” He asked as he took it.

“As much as you can.” She peered into the scope, noting the activity of the blood wriggling around in the tray. “Do it.” Adler set up the syringe and flooded the tray until there was a little red spot in an ocean of dull grey goo. Veronica watched as the blood slowly beat back at it’s surroundings, then, it slowed to a stop and began shrinking. Veronica grinned and smiled as she watched the consumption accelerate until nothing was left. She did a little shimmy in her seat due to her uncontrollable excitement. The machine essence had beaten off the white blood cells and began consuming, converting, and emulating the red blood cells.

“Vinnie, babe, what do you see?!” Subtle excitement made Adler’s voice flutter.

“I need to separate white blood cells and red blood cells!”

 

Fin Chapter 5

My goal with these stories is to define my lore a lot more, more bluntly, too. I know that it’s not as fun as hiding things in the main stories and spreading it all over the place, but to do some of the lore points like that would take way, way longer and more effort than what it’s worth. Lore wise, it’s going to be a bit more straightforward, story wise, character wise, hopefully I can make it a lot deeper. Thanks guys, I appreciate y’all reading and enjoying this stuff. All criticism welcome! And questions, questions are good, too.

The New Generation 4

First off, no, you probably aren’t missing anything. (Actually I posted the wrong chapter so I’m just gonna fix that and… done, now this is the right one. I just changed the chapter number. Am stupid.) This is the title for the second HaM story, some time I’ll get around to changing all the “HaM 2” to The New Generation. Yes I’ll be accronyming it as TNG. I know it’s been a long while since I’ve posted and I apologize, no I’ve not given up on it, I’ve actually been writing a lot, I just write it down in a journal first and later I type it up. So you probably figured out I’ve not been typing it, and you’re right. I’ve just been busy out the ass, not much time to myself anymore. I hope everyone is doing well with this hell-hole year, I wish y’all good luck and fortune. Anyways, without any more delay (until you finish reading this chapter and have to wait for the next) I present TNG 4:

 

Enjoy.

 

Chapter 4

Hannah sorted through her tool chests to find the slot she missed. Holding an oddly shaped wrench-crowbar device for maintenance on her treads, she scoured over the drawers for where it belongs. Hansel had filled the drawers with foam and cut out slots where all the tools go for her, yet she couldn’t seem to find where it went. She’d gone through everything four times over and gave up, setting it down on top of one of the chests. She looked around her new home at the museum, a shabby old maintenance garage with drab and spotty white paint for the walls and evidence of rust staining along the rafters for the ceiling. The lights were harsh and bright, the floor was cold, bare, and showed evidence of cracking and terrific impacts. At least it was a comfortable size for Hannah and she had all her stuff. She ‘propped’ her gun mantle on a hand and rubbed it like her father would his chin. There was a knocking at her door, her little home had two, one large garage door for her, and to her left was a small door for humans.
“Come in!” She answered. The wooden door slowly and silently opened enough for a man with short curly black hair, green eyes, and a tall, slender head to poke through.
“Hey! I’m Austin, thought I’d stop by and welcome you to the museum.”
“Thank you.” Hannah replied as she dusted her hands off, “I’m Hannah, nice to meet you, Austin.” Austin stepped in and looked around the room as he closed the door.
“So,” he started before he looked back at Hannah, “as frank as you can be, how do you feel about your new place?” Hannah raised her metal eyebrows as much as she could, gandering around the room.
“It’s pretty bad, honestly.” Austin gently nodded along and crossed his arms as Hannah went down the laundry list of complaints.
“Yeah, I figured,” he admitted as he scratched his head, “I wouldn’t want to live here, we didn’t have muh notice before you were supposed to arrive. Me and the boys tried and made huge improvements, if you can believe that.” She nodded.
“Oh I saw the other shop, this is so much better.”
“Yeah, well, I know you’re not the most nimble one,” he leaned in and air quoted her agility, “so I thought it’d be nice if we helped finish the place, at least.” Hannah smiled at the jab.
“You’d be surprised at how agile I really am, I could do it myself but I’d love the help. I’m guessing you’re one of the mechanics?” He closed his eyes and nodded slowly.
“I am. I thought helping you spruce up the place would be a good way to get comfortable with everyone before things have to get… intimately awkward.” He seethed through his teeth, thinking of all the ‘turn your head and cough’ moments ahead of them.
“Ah-” Hannah thought of those moments, too. “-yes, good call.”
“We don’t have many German panzers here, so we son’t be as good as your old mechanics from the forties.”
“Oh, Austin, I’m not from the war.” Austin was taken aback.
“My mom is, I’m not.” Austin’s face lit up and he started nodding.
“Oh, okay. That’s cool, I didn’t know that. So,” he was trying to formulate a way that two seventy ton tanks would make a baby, nothing was looking practical-or healthy. “…how…” he gestured at her with open hands, still thinking.
“Did I happen?” She asked with a brow raised and half a smile.
“…Yes?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer. Hannah smiled, she liked teaching.
“The same way you happened, the birds and the bees.”
“Huh,” he was relieved that she didn’t explain everything in explicit detail, but confirmed that she was made the natural(???) way, “I didn’t know tanks could do that.” Hannah realized he thinks both her parents are King Tiger tanks. Her face turned devious.
“Did you know that a man could do it, to?” His face scrunched up.
“Well, yeah, it takes a man and a woman, so-”
“No, no, a human.” His jaw dropped. Hannah started laughing. “Only my mom is the tank, in this marriage!” Austin shook his head, still bewildered, and scratched his ear.
“WHAT?” Hannah laughed harder, pulling a family picture off her desk.
“Yes! Here, look!” Austin took the picture from her and examined it closely.
“Uh, which one is you?”
“I’m in the middle. Mom and dad are on the left, my younger brother is to the right, and sitting on top of him is my youngest sister on my brother.” He felt really racist not being able to tell the tanks apart. Her little sister looked really young, though.
“Hey, how old is this picture?”
“A year.”
“How old are you?”
“What if I told you my younger brother served in the Vietnam war?” His eyes went wide.
“What the fu-!?’
“I was born in nineteen-fifty.”
“HOLY-” He looked to her and back. “You’re older than my grandparents!” She smiled. “How old is-”
“Thirteen in that picture, my little sis is fourteen now.” He almost dropped the picture at that point.
“What the fuck?”
“We think mom could still crank out kids, we aren’t sure.” Austin needed a moment. “Would you like to sit down, Austin?”
“Yes…” He wasn’t feeling very good, “My head is spinning.”
“Your head can’t spin, but mine can!”
“STOP!” He commanded, he weakly struggled over to her bow and leaned on her glacis plate. She spun him around and sat him on the bow.
“This doesn’t bother me, just recompose yourself. Take your time.” After a while he started feeling better and asked some more questions.
“Do you have any traits from your dad?”
“Mmm, not much. I’ll explain why another time, but I have his eyes. Unlike my mom, though, I have more human traits, like a belly button, a more human like mouth, and hands.”
“Your mom doesn’t have hands?”
“She does, just not like mine. Here.” Hannah extended her arm and showed him her hand, it was as big as his head and looked like anywhere that didn’t bend was a big fat calyst. “My mom doesn’t have skin, her hand is made of plating. You can kind of see it here, like here, and here, but my brother’s hands are even more like dad’s. Almost no evidence of plating.”
“Can I?” Austin reached for her hand.
“Yes, go ahead.” He grabbed her hand and felt it, she was warm, firm, and definitely metallic. But he also felt the skin, the familiar grip and texture of skin but much thicker, he could compare it to rubber gaskets, or thick leather. He held her hand like it was a book as she flexed it for him. His fingertips slipped into the skin-like portions and he felt no bones.
“Do you have bones?” His fingers writhered around searching for a structure inside her hand.
“No. I don’t have bones, I don’t think my brother does, either, but my sister does.” His eyes trailed to her wrist, a large knob covering a ball socket joint, then up her arm. He turned her hand over to the back of it, examining the finger joints. The best way he could describe it would be a knight’s gauntlet, just metal fingers that overlap each other.
“Your hand is huge.” He pressed his hand against hers and noted the disparity.
“Compared to you, sure, but to me, not so much. Here, look at these hands.” He heard very apparent metal manipulation noises around her corners. He got up and peeked around her right side to see a portion of her metal skirt lifted up over a very large version of the hand he was just shown. This hand, however, didn’t bare nearly as much resemblance to a human hand. This arm was maybe six inches wide and two inches thick, much beefier, and held up a hand that was more akin to a transformer’s hand than a human’s. “Mom never had to really use hers until she had us, so dad didn’t actually know these existed until then. I have two pairs of these, like mom, one pair here, towards my front, and another pair more towards my rear. Both anchor above the wheels on the underside of the sponson. They were very useful when fighting my brother way back when.”
“Holy shit.” His fascination was overtaking him. “So when you overcome the initial shock of everything this is really, really cool.” He looked up to her face, she was smiling wide, showing off a flat row of humanlike teeth, and her eyes sparkled with glee. It caught his eye. “So, how do your eyes work?”
“Oh that,” She really smiled now, “this was super hard to research, but I found it! You should sit down again, it’s a really long story.” He sat down on a tool chest behind him, to Hannah’s right. “My eyes and my mom’s eyes are different, like our mouths, too, as well as most of our organs. My mouth takes up a good bit of space in the cabin, as well as my eyes, which is why I can’t raise my gun as high as my mom can, and my gun just barely fits between my eyes when I lower it. Anyways, my eyes are just like yours, my mouth is comparatively condensed, but more or less the same as yours. Man-made machine eyes are very different. Way long ago, in the twenties, the idea came up to dope glass with the metal that allows me to live, one-fourteen. They found that this let machines react to visuals around them, eventually it was used in plastics and resins, as well, it just needs to be thin enough for the light to pass through-whatever. So my mom’s eyes are thin sheets of the metal and resin layered over each other just enough to be a physical, sturdy structure and let light pass. So, that let the makers imprint an eye into my mom’s socket, but if you watch our eyes you’ll see that my eyes follow you and roll, her eyes slide to follow you. Her eyes are on a pane, mine are in a ball. One neat thing is that if you can see through the glass or resin or whatever it is, there’s actually not an eye there, it’s projected onto the glass. They can see through the glass-like, it’s still their eye, there just isn’t a pupil.”
“Huh.” Austin was intrigued, it was thought provoking. “So your mom’s eye isn’t real, then?”
“Her eye is real. You can’t see through the resin, for her pupils they’re there.”
“So, how did machine people see before?”
“Machine people are called colonials, and before eyes were made, we didn’t.”
“Colonials?”
“Yes! Our organic makeup is best described as a fungus parasite. One-fourteen is like the carbon for metals, it latches on and bonds with metals easily, carries the energy that sustains our life, and is cellular enough to where we don’t need organs but complex enough to allow advanced thought and consciousness.”
“So, like plants and animals?”
“Yes, scientifically we are our own kingdom.”
“That’s… woah, this is cool” He had a smile on his face, he enjoyed this conversation a lot. He looked down at his watch, it was late in the evening. “Well, Hannah, thanks for your hospitality, but I need to get going.”
“Oh, no worries, Austin, thanks for stopping by, it was great meeting you.”
“You, too, I’ll see you again sometime.”
“Stop by anytime, I’ll be here!” They giggled a bit.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, Hannah.”
“When this is how you lived your whole life you get used to it.”
“I’d definitely take you out if I could, you see like great fun.”
“Oh.” Hannah’s engine turned a stroke, a chill shot down her hull. Was it really that fast? “Oh, well, maybe one day.”
“Yeah, maybe one day. Goodnight, Hannah.”
“Goodnight, Austin!” As he left Hannah noticed a gold band on his ring finger. As quickly as her hopes soared, they were crushed.

Fin Chapter 4

I hope that was satisfying, I’m sure for such a long wait there should be oodles of content, but, sadly, more waiting. Sorry about that, I’ll try getting some out sooner than later.

 

No I don’t follow Ratbat’s cannon. We’ve certainly bounced ideas, but our lores are separate.

Hansel and Marion 2 Chapter 3

Hey guys, sorry for such a long delay for a somewhat small amount of content. I’ll be honest I was a mix of busy, lazy, and distracted. I wanted to do so much more with this chapter but if I did what I wanted to this chapter would drag on, and on, and on. I’m basically trying to make my pacing better. Well enough excuses, here we go!

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

 

Two months after they adopted Chad Hansel and Marion got word that the folks on the base were having a get-together, they thought it would be a good opportunity to show everyone Chad. They had chatted with some friends about him, but nobody could make it down while he was around, Hansel would take him out around for errands and town was so far away that it usually took too long to get out, get the groceries, and make it back before the visitor left. Hansel went up to Chad’s room to tell him that he’d be meeting family and friends over the weekend, as he did he noticed Chad was reading his big book about shipwrecks, one of the books he loved reading. Curiosity got the better of him and Hansel peeked over Chad’s shoulder to see what he was reading about, it was about the world war two German battleship Bismarck, Rudolph’s ship. A painting of the ship’s hull on the bottom locked his attention.

“That’s the Bismarck?” Hansel asked, he had never really seen what Bismarck looked like, the sight of a rusted, blown out, rotting hull sent shivers down his spine.

“Yeah.” Chad squeaked, he looked up and saw Hansel was staring at the page with the big picture of the sunken hull.
“I told you my best friend was on that ship, right?” He spoke softly, thinking of Rudolph.

“Yeah,” Chad felt the tension in the room, Hansel had peaked his own interest with a bedtime story and wanted to learn more, “I wanted to learn more about it..,”
“This weekend we’re going up to see family and friends on the base. You need to bring your student I.D. or library card with you.”
“Ok, Thanks Hansel.” He didn’t refer to Hansel as his father yet, but he did refer to Marion as his mother, a reference Hansel strived for, but in that moment he was locked by that picture, staring at it unwaveringly

“No problem, Chad.” He forced himself to break away, he went down to the table and sat at it. Tonight’s going to be a very long night.

When the weekend came Hanse, Marion, Jasmine, and Chad set out for the base, Chad was thrilled to be riding in a tank. Jasmine put her MP3 player in and took a nap in the assistant driver’s seat, Hansel sat up in the cupola and Chad was moving all around Marion’s cabin. He bounced from the loader’s hatch to the gunner’s sight and then to the driver’s seat and back around again. Marion just told him to be careful, she carefully tracked his movements as he moved about, she didn’t want him to fall into the driveshaft or get stuck somewhere. She laughed as he bumped his head here and there, but he was thick-skulled and shook off the blows. While she was out and about she asked if he wanted to move the gun around-he just about exploded. She put him in the gunner’s seat and held his hands as she walked him through all the controls. Hansel watched where they were going while her attention was preoccupied. She showed him the electric triggers and the manual ones, as well as the electric drives and the manual ones. Sadly he couldn’t reach the foot pedals that operate the electric drive so he had to use the manual crank to traverse her turret. She would move her turret with him to help ease the load off him.

“How far can I turn the turret, mom?”

“I can turn all the way around, Chandler.” He pressed his head up against the binocular eyeglass and watched the word move around as he turned the turret around.

“Chandler, flip that dial above your right hand.” Hansel said real quick. He looked over Chad as he found what he meant.

“This one?”

“Yes, that’s the magnifier.” He went back to watching the road.

He had an absolute blast, Marion spotted targets for him and had him line up on them, she had him range on it with the sight and corrected him on it. He especially liked moving the huge gun breech up and down, he was very entertained by that. Amidst his play he found some writing on the wall, Marion knew what it was and tested Chad’s ability to read German. He did his best but failed. Marion explained that it was Inbred’s little chart for gunnery and a chant he would recite to calm himself. That prompted him to look around for more notes from the past, he found Meat’s signature by his old loader’s seat, and then he found the kill tally Hansel kept by his seat. Marion had shown Chad her kill stripes, they were quite obvious, but never the grand tally. He was impressed by it, and he was also humbled by it.

Chad often realized and thought to himself about his new parent’s past, what they had done. He knows a few of their stories, but not everything. With these badges and tallies, personal notes and signatures, the very real history of death and destruction his parents shared hit him. Often he thinks about life, how little it means yet how great it is. The respect he held for his family was undeniable, he had an idea of what they had to do, what dark and mortifying world they braved through. He wanted to know their whole story so badly but respected their boundaries and he was afraid to probe for more. His new family very early on recognized his thirst for knowledge and would feed it often, with or without his request. Hansel and Marion would constantly tell him it was okay to ask, and over time they would share their deeper, darker stories. Even the ones they didn’t tell their other children. They saw that he respected and understood these topics on a higher, much more mature level. Chad’s mood shifted as he read the tallies, he felt ashamed for playing like he did and stopped, he went silent and sat still in the gunner’s seat. Marion felt his mood swing.

“Hey sweetie, are you alright?” She patted his shoulder gently. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“I’m sorry I played with you.”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. You aren’t upsetting anyone, you’re fine. I liked playing that game!”

“It’s not a toy, it’s a gun, you’re not a toy, you’re a tank.” Marion was glad he knew guns were not toys, but she sought to crush this sour mood. He’s a kid, he should be having fun, enjoying himself, playing with the world. He had some solid reasoning, she was stumped by him and didn’t know what to do.

“Chandler, sweetie, you’re just a kid. You should be having some fun and enjoying yourself, play with the world around you and learn about it. Let your imagination run wild and have fun with it, you aren’t hurting anyone by having fun.” Hansel heard Marion’s half, she was looking ahead already so he decided to see what was up. He patted her turret to tell her he’s checking on Chad and ducked in, he glanced at the kill tallies as he sat in his chair. He leaned over to Chad and put his hands on Chad’s shoulders assuringly.

“Hey little guy, what’s wrong?” He turned his head to bring his ear to Chad’s mouth. He should go find the comms set one day. Chad said something but it was too soft for Hansel, he reached up and closed his hatch to block out what noise he could. “You’re going to have to speak up, Chad, I can’t hear you.” Chad raised his voice.

“I said Marion is not a toy, her gun is not a toy. I shouldn’t be playing with this stuff.” Hansel shrugged and nodded at the same time.

“You are right, guns are not toys, remember that, but don’t be afraid to play games with us. We like games, too, and we like to play, too. We used to play soldiers with our other children Hannah and Tyler, even Jasmine, Jasmine loved it so much. We played it with them and we’ll play it with you, too, Chad. It hurts us that you don’t want to play, we’re people, too.” Chad looked at the controls and nodded, silent. “Of everyone, Jasmine likes to play army the most!” Chad looked back, confused.

“Girls play army?” Hansel laughed.

“Yes! Yes! Jasmine loves it!” Everyday she would beg us to play!” They looked to Jasmine, who was curled up in the corner asleep, Marion’s hand held him still. “We would play Panzer Jager with her, she had a big stick as her bazooka, and she would hunt mom down in the small woods by the house. She had to get real close and on mom’s side or behind her before she could get caught. She got really good at the game, so good I had to join mom’s team. She still got us.” Chad was smiling, Marion could feel his mood shift back to something more up-beat.

“Hansel, the dummy shell is still in here, right? I can’t remember.” Hansel saw where she was going with this. He looked at the ready rack behind him and saw three of them there.

“Yes, we still have three in here.” He turned back to Chad. “Come on, Chad,” he grabbed his shoulders, “I’ll show you how to load the gun!”

“Really?” Chad looked back with excitement.

“Yes, we have fake rounds, come on!” Hansel ducked and swung himself under the recoil guard for her gigantic gun. Chad crawled underneath it, Hansel squeezed Chad to the other side of him, towards the back of the turret. He reached over Chad and moved the rounds closer to the ready rack Chad would be close to. He gave Chad a quick tour of where everything was, the ready-use ammo racks in the back of the turret, the ammo storage racks in the hull sponsons and floor, the recoil guard, the breech block and manual operating lever, safety, and the loading tray. “So that’s where everything is, I’ll show you how to load now. Gun’s empty, the commander calls out a target and ammo to use, and you, as the loader, find the round and get it ready.” He opened the gun breech and grabbed a round. He pulled out the round halfway out and then put his left hand on the bottom of the round, put his right hand in the middle of the casing, then pulled out the round and held it vertical, pulling it close to his chest. “When the gunner calls ‘load’ you load the gun.” He tipped the round so the shell tip pointed forward and then cradled the round against him as he hauled it up and over the breech and into the loading tray. “Alright, now this part is very, very, very important, Chad. When you push the round into the breech your hand must be in a closed fist. Like this.” He showed Chad his balled fist and then pushed the round into the chamber. An automatic trigger felt the round seat and closed the breech. The shape of the block is a scoop to push the loader’s fist out of the way. “If you do not use a fist your fingers will be eaten. Understand?” Chad nodded feverishly. “Then you stand back, and do not cross this bar here, this is your recoil guard.” Marion held Chad still with her hands, she triggered her gun and threw it back herself like it recoiled. The trigger and force tricked the mechanism into thinking the round was real and automatically ejected the shell into the brass catch. Chad jumped when the gun recoiled, which is why she was holding him, and he looked like he was panicking while he thought they shot a real round. “Don’t worry, Chad, mom did all of that herself. It was a fake round. One last thing, to close the breech you grab the handle underneath and swing it back under the block.” He demonstrated for Chad. “Now it’s your turn.”

Chad just stared at Hansel with a blank face, and Hansel smiled. He encouraged Chad and pressured him to act. Chad was a quick learner, but the pressure made him overthink things and get confused. Hansel guided him when he got stuck, but kept up the pressure. Chad really struggled with the shells, they were almost as big as him and almost weighed as much as him. He strained to get the shell up and over the breech but he did it. He put his whole body weight into jerking the shell into the breech, which slammed shut and spit him out. Then he stood back, panting and tired. Hansel complimented him while Marion took the first shell and slid it into the rack. Marion kicked back the gun and the shell was spat out into a basket for collection. Hansel again pressured Chad to hurry up and act. Chad fared better this time but still got stumped, almost putting the shell in backwards. Once it was the right orientation Hansel helped him pick it up and put it on the tray. Chad punched the shell into the breech and sat back, very weary.

“You alright, Chad? Too hard for you?” Chad shook his head no, the breech kicked back and out popped the shell again. “Alright then, move! Another round, there’s a hundred tanks out there!”

Chad acted as fast as he could, Hansel ran this drill with Chad again and again. Hansel noticed that Chad was struggling with the shells more and more, but he was getting much more fluid with his actions. Eventually Chad finally said enough and crawled into the sponson between shell racks. Hansel told him he did very well and to take a good nap. Marion said Hansel was too pushy and rough with him, Hansel said Chad was a trooper, that he could take it. Nonetheless Hansel and Marion wrapped Chad up in a spare blanket and tucked a rolled-up jacket under his head. Hansel sat in the loader’s seat next to Chad, stroking his vibrant head of hair. Chad’s hair was thick and soft, nice and straight, too. While Chad was asleep Hansel relayed his extreme pride to him again. Hansel said Meats would be proud. Hansel peered through the loader’s periscope to watch the road while he and Marion talked. They were discussing how they thought Chad would be at the party. They hoped that he would be bouncing off the walls with excitement, just like when he met them.

That would not be the case. They woke Chad up after they got on base to have Hansel and he get him an I.D. for the base. He was groggy and quiet, very reserved. He got his new I.D. card and Marion took them all over to the park where everyone hung out. Hansel and Chad stood in the cupola together, Hansel would point to tanks and ask what they were. Chad named almost all of them, he couldn’t name the model of Eryka, Shellproof, most of the tanks’ kids, or any of the artillery vehicles. Hansel and Marion were impressed again with what he did know but were quite disheartened when he chose to stay with Marion and avoided confrontation. He sat in the assistant driver’s seat after Jasmine up-and-left to go hang out with her friends on the base, and Hansel went off to talk to the guys. When Whacker saw the Walters had arrived he B-lined it to them. He had stopped by many times trying to meet Chandler but he and Hansel would be out in town.

“Where is he? Uncle Adam’s looking for a red-headed nephew!” Marion pointed to his old seat, Whacker chuckled with excitement and heaved himself up her side. “Aw shit! I gotta lay off the fast food!” He grunted as he got to a good spot, he had a wave of nostalgia hit as he grasped the hatch’s handle and turned it to the side. He peered down into the chair and saw a startled boy staring at him. “Good morning, son! I’m your Uncle Adam, what’s your name?”

“Chandler.” Chad squeaked before his head dropped down. Whacker saw that he’s going to have to get closer and engage him more. Marion told Whacker that Chad loves learning how stuff works.

“Scoot over, Chandler, Uncle Adam’s a fat man, now!” Chad scooted over and pressed himself against the radio set. Whacker eased himself into the hatch and squeezed himself into the seat and put Chad on his lap where Chad faced the radios. “A little birdie told me you like learning.” Chad shrugged, staring at the radio. “Can you tell me what that is?” He tapped on the radio set.

“Looks like a radio.” Chad squeaked.

“You’d be right, Chandler, now, do you know how it works?” Chad shook his head no. Whacker began teaching him the dumbed down basics, but he saw that Chad was fairly disinterested. Out of the corner of his eye Whacker saw the bow-mounted MG42 made especially for Marion stowed on its rack in the sponson. “You seem bored, Chandler, want to mess with something else?” He tapped the bold cylinder of the machine gun. By the way Chad reacted he was much more interested. Whacker took the gun up to the deck where there was more room and light.

Marion watched over them, Chad laid on his belly under Marion’s gun mantle. She saw how captivated Chad was in learning about the machine gun and loved it. He was so adorable. Whacker explained how the gun worked, then took it apart while explaining what each part does. Chad got really involved, asking questions and jumping ahead. When the gun was apart and laid out in front of Chad, Whacker tested him and had him put it all back together again. Chad did fairly well, but he wasn’t perfect. Whacker corrected him and shared some tips and tricks. When all was said and done Whacker asked Chad if there was anything he wanted to know. Marion tapped on Chad’s shoulder and whispered into his ear. Whacker smiled, cocked his head, chuckled, and lifted his eyebrows as he expected the question to be about his nickname. Chad instead asked about his time in the war instead.

Whacker told a few stories about serving with Hansel, the places they’ve been, the good things they’ve seen, and some of their most challenging times. It was difficult at first to bring a story out of him, but once he had told a few they wouldn’t stop coming. He kept firing stories off one after the other, he probably could have chatted for the whole day if his throat didn’t dry out. Marion had sat there with the two boys while everyone else mingled, she was surprised nobody interrupted them, but when Whacker asked her if she could take them over to the gazebo where all the food was she saw the chance to show off Chad. She held Chad where he was and Whacker pointed out who everyone was. Marion got to the gazebo and found Shellproof with Chuck and Katelyn, instantly Marion introduced Katelyn as the same tank he played in his game, a Firefly, then she introduced Chuck, a ‘Jumbo’ Sherman. Whacker introduced his wife, Shellproof, an IS-1 with an eighty-five-millimeter gun. Chad was shy as expected, but the soft and friendly nature of the tanks eased him, as well as encouragement from Whacker and Marion. He didn’t know much about the IS series of tanks, so Shellproof elaborating on her tank lineage was a great way to break in Chad, and when she asked how much he knew about the T-34 tank he said he didn’t know much, so instantly Shellproof snatched up Chad to go find Kramia or Vitaliya, maybe Adler.

While they went off looking for the T-34s Marion caught up with old friends. It was great to see everyone again, Jäger the JagdTiger brought her husband Fritz, an experimental Tiger II, over to Marion hoping to see how Chad was doing and introduce Fritz to him, the couple was bummed that he was not around. Hansel came back over with Inbred and Eryka, Marion’s Gunner and his wife, an E-100, Banker and Betty, Marion’s driver and his wife, a Pershing. Anton, Hansel’s cousin, and his Panzer IV H. wife, Faust, were also in town to get together. Shortly thereafter they were all talking about their children and Chad and then what stories they should tell him and what he would like most. They had a grand time passing around beers and spirits and coking and joking. They shifted to sports, work, celebrity jabs and humor, making fun of how stupid the world is. Around this time Mini-Rommel and Kramia came up to chat and hopefully meet Chad, they laughed at the irony of Shellproof, Whacker, and Chad going off to find them.

Shellproof, Whacker, and Chad drove around the field where everyone had grouped up for the party, Chad sat in Whacker’s lap and Whacker sat in his favorite “chair” with his ass on Shellproof’s hood and leaning against the driver’s viewport. She held them down with arms around their waists. Shellproof told Chad some of her stories from the Eastern front and how gory it would get sometimes. She emphasized how brutal and immoral war turned people, how instinctual and chaotic the battlefield is. From the way Chad felt about it she knew he was understanding the point, she told him all these ‘glorious’ battle stories but her underlying message was to de-glorify war and ensure he did not twist the image of war like so many young people do. She told him that unlike the games he plays, in war there are no second chances. Most family and friend gatherings are filled with laughter and joy, and while there was plenty here to go around there was also a serious amount of darkness surrounding these veterans. However only a small part of the time spent there was enforcing the dark reality of war, most stories were heroic or funny, dark humor swarming around him and to their great joy Chad enjoyed it. While going around and searching for the T-34s Chad grew quite hungry and the search was fruitless, so they went back to the gazebo and found Mini-Rommel and Kramia. Instantly Kramia admired how cute Chad was and yoinked him off of Shellproof and gave him a warm hug and a kiss on the top of his head. Chad seemed quite uncomfortable with such a personal interaction, his poor little face he made had Marion chuckling to herself. She couldn’t wait for Chad to blossom like he did when she first met him. It’s her one drive right now, her ultimate goal, foster him into that bright and wonderful ball of warmth and glow again.

 

Fin Chapter 3

Saving Grace

I noticed that I don’t do much plane stuff, what do I have, like 3 stories? The Zero, the Horton 229, and y’know I think that’s it. Well, now I know it’s three! Plane fuckers rejoice! It’s time for a big girl, an iconic girl, sleek and sexy girl. A B-29 girl. Oh yeah, it’s time for a big bomber lady to take a big load and make something of it. This one I also have been working on for a while, and I’m sure there’s a lot possibly wrong with it. Oh well, fite me. Nevermind all this, time to enjoy some naughty plane sex! Spiteful Grace herself I tried to depict as desperate for some trust and protection, as she has major trust issues from her history, and she’s now willing to do anything to secure her life and future now.

Enjoy!

Saving Grace

 

Spiteful Grace hadn’t slept in a month, fear and paranoia riddled her frame and blackened her core. All around her were other B-29 Superfortress deemed expendable and hauled off to the scrappers for disembodiment. She was never told she was selected until a truck came up and hitched up to her. She tried her hardest to stay, to fight back, to keep her life. She kicked and screamed and pleaded and wept for another chance, but the general staff had already signed her life away, they had ended her service report, and filed her away forever as just another bomber in a big war. She knew they tied her end because of her shitty patchwork, it’s not her fault the mechanic on Iwo sucked at his job. Yet here she is paying the ultimate price for his incompetence. The very people she saw as her caretakers and family doomed her to death in the most nightmarish way.

Her trust was decimated while her desperation soared. She would do anything for her life, she hadn’t been on this world very long yet, either. There was a lot she wanted to do in this world, so much that she wanted to see. She had just come to grips with a life without war, without threat, a world at peace. Now she wants war again, she wants a big war to come in and save her. Nevermind the danger, nevermind her near-death dog fight, nevermind her crash landing on some shitty little island. She would eagerly take it back and suck its dick for life. That heavy weight of death and fire she would carry in her belly now felt like a savior and purpose.

She shook with horror and despair when she saw the truck coming directly to her. She wept and screamed and pleaded no, tried to back away or spool her engines to fruitless effort. She punched her hands and arms into the dirt below her to anchor herself in that spot. She saw more men than usual disembark from the truck, they were expecting a fight, and as they came closer she threatened them to stay away. She told them to leave her alone, to fuck off for good. They didn’t listen. They knew something she didn’t, something they think she’d really want to hear.

Eugene marvelled at the sleek, sexy, shiny bodies of the B-29s lined up like they were ready to be loaded. It made him think of back when he flew them, he remembers how elegant and magnificent they were to fly. Very comfortable and quiet. He wanted one, and with the deal he just stroked out of the scrapyard owner he was going to get one. He scowled at not being able to save them all, but he ventured saving at least one would keep his mind at ease and soothe his desire for one. He planned on flying one for the mail, or private traders. He simply wanted to be in the sky once more, and he couldn’t dare disrespect his beloved B-29s to fly anything else. He quit his daydreaming and lusting to drive home.

He was told that a truck would tow the plane to his estate the next day. He guessed paying twice its weight in metal was a very good way to gain favor with the scrapyard owner. He also secured a deal to buy many, many parts from the yard to use in his plane to maintain it. A very good deal for him in the long run. Good fortune smiled on him very much this year, what with winning this new game called the lottery, his terrible father dying and passing on his fortune, and various gambles going well led him to an insane amount of money for the only thing he could think of ever owning. He wouldn’t sleep that night, excitement boiled his blood and energized him all night. He couldn’t wait to clear out his runway on his new plot of land and finally get a contract to afford flying it. He wondered where he’d go first? Regardless, it was going to be heavenly.

Pat couldn’t take the guilt. He had enough trouble growing up sending pigs and cows to the slaughterhouses, but a fully sentient plane sent to be torn apart? He couldn’t take it. He looked for any way to get her out of here, he was making fliers to mail off to museums to try to get her out when suddenly this pilot comes up to buy one. Instantly he knew it was going to be her, and once the pilot said he just wanted to fly it around the country he was sold. He didn’t care how much money he’d get, although he did walk away with a larger profit, he wanted that plane gone. He couldn’t imagine the screaming he’d have to endure as it was ripped to pieces. His fragile mind couldn’t take the thought. He was surprised she was even in the bunch sold to him, she only has problems with her controls, it can’t be that hard to fix? He’s sure there’s got to be more wrong with her, but she’s still alive. He thanked God for sending him that guy, Sheen, or whatever his name was. He really does work in mysterious ways.

Eugene eagerly waited by the road for the obvious plane to arrive and when the tall tailfin emerged off the horizon he shimmied with excitement. His excitement was uncontrollable as he saw the huge wingspan ever so slowly spread over the landscape like the eagle it is. The comfortable nose and canopy combination glinted in the sunlight and boosted his desire to see the world through it once more. He expelled all his extra energy and acted professional, it grew much more unbearable to do as the magnificent bird edged closer to him. After what seemed like forever the plane was passing him, it was towed around and into a shabby, squat hut that was just tall enough for the incredibly large and pronounced tailfin. The crew dropped the towing equipment and headed back, waving goodbye to the plane and to Eugene as they passed. He wondered if they liked the plane as much as he did, or if it was a weird quirk scrappers had. Either way, he didn’t care. He had a B-29! He hollered in excitement and fist-pumped vigorously.

He burst towards the hanger, sprinting almost, and rounds the corner where the nose is and is ecstatic to be looking at it. Instantly he is drawn to the amazingly detailed eye painted on the nose-wait, that’s the canopy. It’s moving? He sees a fold ahead of the nose gear and he knows that’s not supposed to be there. He feels offset, things aren’t normal. Quickly he scans over the plane and sees arms, snakes, hands, what the hell? He’s visibly startled, but not terrified. Instead, it’s more of a sort of curiosity mixed with an underlying desire. He stammers forwards, cautiously. Awkwardly the plane smiles.

“Hey.” It spoke. His heart exploded into a frenzy. It was a living, woman sounding plane.

“Uhm well, hi there!” He was viciously blinking and shaking his head. “I’ve gone off the deep end, maybe I am too obsessed.”

“No, no! No, please, don’t be upset, I’m really here. I’m named Spiteful Grace, but you can call me Grace, that’s my name. You can call the scrapper and ask, go ahead. He will convince you.” She sounded desperate.

“Wha- well if you’re alive why the devil would they throw you to the scrapper?” She hesitated but spit it out fast, to burst through the pain.

“My port engines have reliability problems, my control surfaces are slow, my undercarriage can collapse some times, and as much as I try to correct it myself I can’t.” He seemed a bit distraught, she might not be able to work the load he asks safely.

“Oh, well, that’s going to make cargo less profitable.” Grace panicked.

“No, don’t send me back! I-I- I can be worth your troubles!” She threw on a seductive smile and lowered her gaze. “I promise I can be a great pleasure.” Eugene felt that feeling stir inside him again, and his genitals tingled and throbbed. He noticed the energy they were causing. He couldn’t say he never thought of it before.

“Uh,” he chuckled, “I was never going to get rid of you, but you make a compelling case either way.” He shrugged. “We’ll see where it goes, my name’s Eugene. Good to meet you, Grace.” He extended his hand and she shot one out to greet him. She was practically crying, her undercarriage shivered as well.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Eugene! Thank you! God bless you! Thank you!”

“Nope, no worries, Grace.” Through all this emotional uproar he felt his heart touched the most, he just saved a life. Pride and gratefulness swathed over him and he felt strong. She vigorously was shaking his hand long after he stopped shaking back. Once she did come around enough she let him go and retracted. He was insanely curious about a lot of things, he decided to ask her down the list. “Grace, how did you end up there? I’m guessing it is because of the faults, but how did they come up?”

“Well, Eugene,” she began her story, she was sent in a bombing formation to Tokyo, nothing special happened until the return trip. A determined pilot ran up gunning her down, shredding most of her port side. She fell out of formation and took a heavy hit when she made the emergency landing at Iwo Jima. All her crew survived, at least. They said they’d make sure she was fixed up and not ripped apart. The mechanics didn’t do too well of a job, obviously, and she was left like she is now. She resumed operations again with the same crew until the end of the war, but her crew complained about the changes, especially when her undercarriage would give out, but she said that was only if she was fully loaded, still. Through her story Eugen felt worse and worse for her, he assured her that he would never send her back. Her history of being backstabbed didn’t let her believe that, not one bit of it.

They discussed her issues in more depth and they came to conclude that for now she was suitable for service, and the weight limit for her cargo wouldn’t be too impacted because she was stripped of all her guns and ammunition. That freed up a lot of weight so the safe payload they concluded would be 95% of what her maximum wartime bomb load would be. He promised that once good money came in he’d hire a few mechanics to try rubbing out the issues for good, and that priority list would be generated after a few test flights and commercial flights. Grace noticed her hut was pretty bare-bones, he defended himself by saying he didn’t expect a living plane, and that it was just to keep the rain off of it. She said she liked how it wasn’t military, but disliked the rustic, scrapyard theme it had. She appreciated having it in the first place. He offered her that perhaps sooner than later he could try outfitting it more, and she said she’d like that. Once they got the planning out of the way, Eugene asked for an inspection. She quickly obliged him, his whim was her command. He walked around the outside, checking the tires, hydraulics, avionics tolerances, the integrity, cleanliness, and overall appearance of her and he was both impressed and satisfied. He did note how little give there was with her avionics, they were quite stiff. He carried on inside and felt right at home again. Strolling through the cabins with memories of good times and hair-splitting close calls. He was very amused that the racks were still inside her, no mattresses, of course, but the frames still existed. He thought of staying out here with her to boost their camaraderie and build her trust. She hoped he’d stay out with her, too, for similar reasons.

She felt his Arora of confidence, his radiant personality commanded her attention and drove away much of her tension and suspense. While he was charming she felt even more allured to him and indebted to him. He may not have planned it, but he did save her life. For that, she was eternally grateful. With him parading through her cabins she felt a sense of security and care, she smiled with the prospects of flying for a purpose again. Eagerly she waited for the day they were cemented together as partners, what form of partners she couldn’t decide yet. He was an attractive man, she felt those strings being pulled, but he was also attractive on a deeper playing field. She would long for his company and companionship, and hoped they could fly long hours alone together, to bond closely.

He finished inspecting the central and tail sections and moved on to the cockpit cabin. As he stepped through the small portal he smiled ear to ear, the vast array of glass in front of him let in enough light to illuminate the whole space and dazzle him once again. She could see he was smiling and commented on how large it was. He told her about how much he loved this view, and as he sat in the pilot’s seat and grasped the controls he voiced his thoughts of memories and feelings. His elaborate and long-winded expressions of how much he loved to fly the B-29 relieved her of some woes, slowly she felt her guard dropping. She snatched her fortitude back and told herself it can happen again. She forbade herself from letting it happen again. She listened to him go on about how much he loves flying and how excited he is to fly his beloved B-29 again while she tried figuring out how she was going to be modified to carry cargo.

“Oh Grace, I’m excited to fly again, so excited. How about you?”

“I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to carry cargo?”

“Oh I have that figured out. We’re going to take out the bomb racks and replace them with a metal rack, you’ll see why in a moment. Cargo is going to be on carts just like bombs, but they’ll be wrapped up in nets and tied together. We wheel the cargo carts under the open bay, haul them up with pulleys on the bay ceiling, and tie them to the racks. Pretty much you’ll be carrying pallets of cargo like you would bombs. Then once everything is set, we’ll tie the bottom off with rope and netting. Then we close the doors and we’re off. They don’t need to be bolted to anything, the worst we should get is turbulence.”

“The doors aren’t very strong.”

“Oh I know that, it’s what that net is for, so we don’t drop anything we didn’t want to.”

“Okay, how do we get it out?”

“Just like offloading bombs, we open the bay, wheel in the cart, open the nets and lower the payloads.”

“Makes sense to me.” Grace said, she used an arm to feel around the bomb bay trying to plan it out. Eugene looked at his watch and drew a long groan from his bowels.

“I don’t want to get up yet.”

“Then don’t!” She exclaimed with fright. Eugene was startled by her burst of desperation. “Relax, stay a while, what do you need to do that can’t wait?”

“Pull my dinner off the stove.” She pondered the idea, if his house burned down then he’d have to use her as his home. But then he might sell her off to get a new house.

“Yeah go, go do that.” He got up and went for the nearest ladder. “But- but come back when you got it.” He stopped halfway down the ladder, thinking.

“Sounds like a good idea, want some?” She thought about it while he descended the ladder and walked to her nose.

“What is it?”

“Pork stew with carrots, potatoes, and some beans.”

“I’ll try it.” He went off inside for a while, every minute he was gone Grace’s angst and worry increased. He came back out with a tray of food and drink. Two cups of water and two bowls of stew with spoons on the side.

“Eat up!” He offered the tray to her, she took a bowl, spoon, and a glass of water. He looked around for a place to set. 

“Just come on in, please.”

She spoke with haste, beckoning him inside. He accepted her invitation and climbed up the ladder. He took his seat at the controls and placed the tray in his lap to begin eating. He relaxed in the comfortable chair and stirred his stew, letting his mind wander. It drifted back to her proposition, his mind couldn’t help but think it could be a fun time, a deep desire of his creeping back to the forefront. He shook his head to rid the thought and he moved on to another topic. Grace had sensed his mood shift sensually, she was excited, she just might be able to wiggle her way into his heart. She needed to learn more about him to fully feel comfortable with him. The looming and impressive fear she carried was pressuring her to secure her survival with whatever method possible. She wanted to keep exploring the intimate side of things when she felt a sudden mood shift, she wanted to shift him back to it somehow, but how?

“How soon do you want to fly again?” He asked her.

“As soon as possible!” She snapped back from the heart. They smiled together.

“I feel the same way, the runway isn’t done yet and I have no gas, but that can be changed easily. As long as you’re alright with a dirt runway?”

“Yes, yes, even if it’s grassy, just a flat strip, please!”

“You aren’t very picky, are you?”

“Not at all, anymore. I’ll take anything I can get.”

“So how does Monday sound?”

“For what?” She realized she missed her chance for an alluring message.

“For flight time, I can have a truck here Monday morning.” Her heart skipped a beat, she longed so desperately to climb back into the clouds.

“Yes! Excellent!” Suddenly the inklings of a wild dream seeded themselves into her mind, one she hoped to live very shortly. Her mind began the process of forming the situation when she was interrupted.

“Your cabin is still pressurized, right, Grace?” She was thinking of pressurizing another one of her cabins when he asked.

“Oh yeah I could pressurize that cabin right now…” her accidental tone swung his mood again. She somewhat felt guilty when she had caught what she said. “Oh yes! Yes, the cabin can pressurize, still!” Nervously she giggled. At this point she could swing either way, she’s in the mood for some dick, but she still wants to make sure he’s in for it. She sensed him stir and his temperature rise, she bit her lip in anticipation.

“That’s good, makes things easier. Yeah, so,” he cleared his throat, “how’s the stew?” She was half disappointed.

“It’s good, thank you.”

“Sure thing, anything you need.” Anything? She so desperately wanted to ask him for the big meat stick but she didn’t want to frighten him off. She wanted him badly but wanted more his security. “What should we do until Monday?” Instantly she licked her lips and rubbed her sex.

“Oh I dunno…” she shuddered with her dirty desires, she had to have him.

“Can I mess with the controls?”

“Mess with whatever you want…” her mouth popped open as a finger popped inside her bleating pussy.

“Alright, thanks.” He could feel her body tense up and shudder, he felt her heating up, he had a good idea of what she was doing and didn’t think his cooking was that good. He shovelled some food into his mouth and grasped the yoke. Softly she cooed as his fingers wrapped around her controls. He pulled back on the stick and felt intense resistance from the controls, even unpowered it shouldn’t be this difficult. He saw why pilots complained, this was exhausting. He pushed forward and then rolled either way, and he certainly agreed, this needed work.

“Too tight for you?” She groaned, he got a little hot under the collar.

“Oh-um, uh-huh-huh-huh… yeah it-it’s difficult. It’s pretty hard.” Instantly she pounced on it and he knew he screwed up as soon as he said it.

“It’s pretty hard, huh? Well, what are we gonna do about it?”

“I-I-uh, it just needs more fluids, I think-“

“Mmmm, more fluids?”

“Y-Yeah, just needs to be topped off.”

“Nnnnnhnnn, topped off? Top what off?”

“The-the-uhm-the hydraulic pipes.”

“The pipes?” He was rock hard and oozing precum. His cock was pushing the tray in his lap off and he had to constantly catch the sliding bowl and cup.

“Y-Yeah, the-uh-pipes. Hydraulic pipes. For-uhm, for the controls.”

“The controlling pipes?” He couldn’t go anywhere because he wanted it, too.

*It seems my horniness has written myself into a corner, I guess they fukin now*

“Yup, the ones for the-uh-joystick-” before he could correct himself an arm ran up his leg, “-YOKE, THE YOKE.”

“Joystick?” Her hand was between his legs, grasping at his thick cock in his pants. “Stroke? Well, Eugene-“

“I meant yoke, uh-ha-ha-ha, yoke. The-“

“Well Eugene, I’d love to stroke your yoke, I want to stroke your yoke with my tight hydraulic control pipe.” More arms came down from behind him and took the tray away and grasped at the fittings for his clothes. “You don’t have anything else to do, do you?” He gave in.

“Well, Grace,” his hands grabbed over hers and pinched her fingers on the buttons of his shirt, “I think I’ll be topping off these pipes for a while. I think I’m going to need a mattress in here. After all, we just might pressurize a cabin and test that, too.” Her entire frame rattled around him as she imagined his ghost dick easing deep into her tight pussy. She needed it.

“Fuck that! We’ll get the bed later!” Her sudden tenacity blew up his lust, it was happening, his hands ripped off his pants and he watched the eyes in her glass widen in awe as his cock was free to display its size. He didn’t see it but her jaw dropped. Almost instantly a river poured from her mouth and pussy, she was so ready to get fucked. “Oh my god! Gimme that dick!” He smiled proudly, her hands wrapped around it and bathed in its warmth, over and over she scanned his trouser monster gawking at how she won the dick lottery. Now could he use it?

“Where am I putting this, Grace?”

“Everywhere.” She didn’t even think about it, complete autopilot. “Anywhere. What do you want?” He smiled and pondered, she was stroking his shaft and glittering in anticipation.

“I, think, I’ll, take…” he narrowed his gaze into her eyes, “what you got right here.” She instantly obeyed and while her hands more vigorously stroked his size she produced a thick tendril just slightly larger in girth than his cock, his eyes widened as he saw a leaking vagina on its end. He grabbed it and held it in front of him, examining it. “Now, we used to joke with the girls in school about this, but I’m not joking here, will my dick fit in your vagina?”

“It fucking better!” She yelped in sexual desire and desperation. She wanted to sit on him so badly, she wiggled her pussy’s lips out of his hands and onto his oozing cock’s tip. As he slowly pierced it and displaced her around him she moaned and shook. She was able to put herself around his cock head before she stopped.

“F-F-F-Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh mother fucker! Eugene, help me! Fucking put the whole thing inside me! FUCK!” he grabbed her tendril and helped ease himself into her. The deeper he pushed the more they moaned and quivered. Her plush, pulsating pussy invigorated his cock and hit him harder than anything before had, just penetrating her made his eyes roll and he drooled.

“Oh fuck, Grace, oh damn. I fucking love you.”

“Ahhhhhhh!” She wailed in delight, hearing that, getting a cock shoved into her, and feeling like she’s already on the brink of cumming all mixed together. She felt safe, secure, and about to get fucked harder than the Army could ever fuck her. “When you get there, top off that fucking hydraulic fluid! Fill me to the fucking brim, baby!” His head dropped back as she screamed and forced herself down to his ballsack. She convulsed on him and electrified his cock into a bliss of ecstasy. He was reaching a high on dopamine when he felt her hand grab his and put it against what he figured was her clit. “Rub that, baby, fffffffuck!”

“You need more?” He asked in disbelief.

“So fucking close to cumming! I wanna cum on your cock!” That sounds amazing. He rolled and rubbed her bulbous clit and would pull his hand back to lick his fingers to ease the process. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes!” He watched her tendril flex, contract, and bend on him, he felt it manipulating his cock, too. His cock was being rolled around in her pussy and it was systematically milking his precum out of him. “OH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH! YES! FUCK! THERE THERE THERE THERE OOOOHHHHHHH!” She began screaming as he watches her tendril dance on him and her insides vibrate as she came hard on his dick. He was so stimulated he went dumbstruck and grabbed her tendril on his cock. She screamed that she was cumming and he silently held up an ‘okay’  sign as he drooled out. He arms grabbed him and clutched him, quivering themselves as pulses of dopamine rocked her world. Hands tenderly held his cheeks as she came down. He also recovered, as fun as that was, it’s not what he’s looking for.

“As awesome as that was, you got anything bigger?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I do! My tail! I have a bigger pussy there! Fuck it up! Fill it up! Fuck me, Eugene!” They pried the pussy off his cock and he took a moment to take in the chasm he made, her pussy was still contracting and twitching from her orgasm. It had left his cock completely tinted a dull silver. Before he went to her tail he looked her in the eyes and told her one thing.

“You are so fucking hot.” Her only response was a moan. It suited him enough, he raced back and down the ladder to her tail. He saw a gleaming silver puddle under her tail and he looked up to see a larger pussy, one that looked to be more his size. “Wait.” The thought started to kill his boner. “How do I fuck that?” Her arms yanked him off the ground and laid him against her belly.

“I got you, baby! Just do your thing and fuck this horny bomber!”

“A SuperFucktress?” He jested.

“The horniest mother fucking SuperFucktress on the mother fucking planet!”

“How much you want this dick?”

“I’ll do anything for that dick.” His cock stroked her vulva and out poured glops of her thick, juicy lube. She cried out in agony. “Staahhhhhpppp! Don’t tease me!”

“But it feels so good!”

“Nnnnooooo!”

“How do you want it?”

“BAAAALLLLLLLLSSSS DEEEEEEEP!* She exclaimed. Two of her hands formed a circle around the base of his cock. “Like that! Come on! Do it! Fuck me up!”

“Hmmmm,” he circled his cock around her vagina and her fingers ring at the same time, “I dunno.”

“Pleeeeeeeeaaaaasssee!” She begged him as a hand grabbed his cock.

“I don’t want to fuck your undercarriage into oblivion, sweetie…” her thumb rubbed the top of his helmet while her fingers milked precum from his shaft.

“C’mon baby! You know you want it just as much as me! Fuck my carriage! Bang me, fuck me, cum in me! Eugene, you know you’ve wanted this bomber’s pussy.” His head moved all around to take in her sleek and sexy airframe, from her tail to her pussy, and leaned over to gaze down her body and her huge, beautiful wings, she was right.

“You are so right, Grace, I’ve wanted this for years!

“Take it! Do it! Fuck me, baby!” He thought of something he wanted to say, but it slipped his mind, so he slipped into her. He inched in and noted that she was much, much more comfortable here. Together they moaned and entered a blissful trance. “Yeah, baby, that’s the spot!”

“Oh fuck, Grace.”

“Fuck Grace, indeed! Fuck Grace all night, Eugene!” She moved him slightly up her tail and angled his fat cock into her G-spot more, instantly they felt the good shit hit them even more. “OH! Fuck me right there! Pummel my pussy!”

“Grace you feel so good!” He withdrew and returned smoothly, drawing moans and subtle slapping noises as he enjoyed how fluid and smooth he could move with her. He smiled ear to ear and put his back into it, setting into a rhythm to let himself go.

“Oh! Right there, big guy! So fucking big!” She grit her teeth and clenched her eyes as she felt his massive size displace her innards. “Oh, Eugene!”

“Grace!” His head dropped back as he mindlessly drove into her, she caught his head and pressed his cheek against her hot shiny skin. “Your pussy’s fucking perfect, baby!”

“Oh, Eugene! You’re so fucking big! Eugene! I love you! Eugene!”

“Grace!”

When she cries his name out so pleasurably it shivers his body and stimulates his cock, he asks her his name, again and again, getting off to her angelic voice crying out for him. Grace can tell he loves it when she calls for him, she can feel an extra bit of oomph in his thrusts and his cock pulsates more. She, too, enjoys it very much when her newfound lover calls her name, as she tightens on him and contracts a dance on his cock. Her vision blurs into an indiscernible haze as her body numbs and all she can sense is him. At her core she feels an intense blaze of gratitude and lust fumbling around while his intensity and passion stirs them even more. Through the haze and blur, one thought clarifies: she just wants them to cum. Just reach the top and enjoy an Earth-shattering climax together. Then, then they do it all again in the sky.

Her vision starts returning as Eugene winds down, burnt out before their finish. She feels his exhaustion as he melts to her tail almost cuddling her, she’s so excited for cuddles but she isn’t ready yet. She crouches her landing gear and loosens her arms, gently she begins bouncing on her gear. Her slack arms bounce as well, lending to a magnificent ride for Eugene. He picks his head up to watch her engulf his member and release it rhythmically, she cradles his head again so he can relax and enjoy the show. Her pussy looks so good, silvery and shiny folds of plush metallic flesh coddle his cock and shlick and smack against him heavenly. His hands are drawn to her beautiful sex and they, too, fondle and coddle it to her delight. They pull and push on her lips and rub and press on her clit, all while his sizable member plucks at her G-spot religiously. They were in bliss, a trance, heaven. Eugene’s gaze shifted from one side to the other, admiring her massive majesty, she was such a sexy bird. The gleam of the light on her wide, slender wings with the magnificent light illusion that radiates from her four awesome protruding engine nacelles delightfully entrances his eyes while her long and smooth body gracefully captivates his mind and stimulates his brain. Oh how he loves her grace, and how he loves Grace. The perfect name for the perfect plane.

His eyes drift to her arms that embrace him and then to her landing gear that are working for him. He was entranced by her simple movements and gawked at her dance while he rode out this high. Her moaning was music to his ears as her softly sang along; the melody of their sex echoed in their heads and steadied their hearts. All they felt from their sex organs was ecstasy, bringing their deep underlying love and lust higher up to the surface and emboldening it to cement itself in their minds. They felt each other rising as their climaxes came closer and closer. Eugene held off as long as he could, fighting it the whole way while Grace welcomed it and tried ushering it to arrive faster. Her moaning turned into a chant of his name as she slowly stopped bouncing and started rocking forward and back onto him. The change in motion shocked his penis and lurched him closer to orgasm. He could fight the immense pressure no longer and gave in, groaning and moaning her name as she sat back onto him one last time. Her eyes rolled back as she felt his hot, steamy cum surge into her. It sparked her to finally cum and she almost sat on Eugene while she gushed her lubricant cum onto her lover. Her pussy trembled around him and milked his huge shaft for every drop. Eugene could feel a significant weight on his lap as she pressed them together, he enjoyed this moment ever so deeply and smiled wide as he felt her cum on him. Deep inside he felt pride, love, success, happiness, and a strong bond to her. She felt very similar, but Grace also felt the feeling of abandonment and suspicion go away. For these moments she was the happiest she had ever been. Her first thought after coming down from her orgasm was having his children someday. The thought of their own family made her smile, she wanted to kiss him but didn’t want him to leave her insides yet.

“I want to kiss you, Eugene!”

“I want to kiss you, too, Grace!” He expected her to let him go but she hatched an idea real quick. Eugene felt her pussy tightened slowly just as he felt a gentle cup on his cock head, it met firm resistance before it pulled back from sucking on his cock. “Grace! Wh-What was that?!” She giggled, he didn’t know.

“That was my cervix, baby, you’ve got to get in there one day so we can have babies together.” He looked down to her pussy and saw it leaking glops of his cum, he began to panic.

“I’m not ready for kids yet-I-“

“Eugene, Eugene, baby, it’s fine. No babies yet. Relax, babe, relax into me. Until you get your penis inside my cervix there won’t be any babies.” He calmed down, her angelic voice soothed him and he again melted into her arms. “Would you like another kiss on the penis?”

“Yeah,” he thought this time wouldn’t be so alarming, “I could use another kiss.” She brought her cervix to his tip and pressed it against his penis with a bit more pressure and for longer. She drew it away and it gently sucked on his tip again, sending oodles of good vibes through Eugene. “I love you, Grace.” His voice struck her when he said that, it wasn’t in the sexual tone at all. His tone was serious, firm, passionate. Grace smiled a little at the corners of her mouth. He felt her whole body get warmer after he said that. “Let me kiss you and prove it.” She teared up, her undercarriage was weak. She had to lay down.

“Oh! I’m tired, Eugene. Let me lay down real quick, baby.” Eugene struggled in her arms as he watched her landing gear slowly retract into her, many arms came down to ease her to the dirt once the gear had fully retracted and the doors closed. His instincts said that her belly on the ground was bad, real bad. “I feel much comfier, you should, too. Relax, honey bun. The comfort in her voice convinced Eugene that this was fine. He quit his struggling and began to enjoy the atmosphere, but her lying on dirt kept nagging at him.

“Grace, one day I’ll get you a nice hanger with a nice floor with a nice bunch of mats and pillows for you. I’ll get you out of this dirt.” Grace smiled, that sounded delightful, a great place to make love. She released him and he staggered to his feet, they had fucked pretty damn good. He stammered over to her nose and gazed into her pretty green eye before he knelt down and put their lips together. They lazily kissed and giggled at how exhausted they were. Eugene groaned and grunted as he got up off the ground and sloshed around collecting clothes. He sat down and started tying his boots, which made Grace paranoid 

“You-where are you going? Please don’t go!” He looked up and before he could answer she tried winning him over again. “We can still have sex, I can keep going, I’ll get back up-“

“I’m tired, Grace, I need some sleep. I’m also pretty hungry.”

“Please don’t go.” She looked worried, abandoned, her whole facial expression was of terror and fear. Eugene quickly learned to hate that fear of hers.

“Grace, don’t be so upset. I’ll be right back, promise. I’m just going to get some campfire stuff from inside, and something for my bed. That’s all. I’ll be back, honey bun. I promise.” He stood up and got over to her, taking her hand and kissing it. “Don’t fret, Grace. I won’t ever let you go.”

“Please hurry back.”

He nodded and kissed her hand again. He scurried to the house and disappeared. Grace looked off to the sunset behind the trees behind his house, the radiant glow onto the sky reminded her of all the night raids she did, she remembered that she never once sat back and enjoyed the sunset. It helped the time pass as Eugene gathered his things and packed a bag. It eventually spilled over into a cart as he collected more and more things. Blankets, clothes, pillows, tools, fire starters, firewood, a cot kit, Tupperware, utensils, and some small trinkets to tool with and made small talk over. He came back and saw her gazing off into the sunset, her subtle smile and body glowing like a fun-house mirror in the dazzling light painted her in a good looking scene.  Eugene felt a good bout of pride in his heart. He was very happy as he strolled up to her. She quickly helped set up the bed and sat him down next to her using it as his seat. He leaned into her as she held him with an arm and they watched the sunset. She explained how she’s seen so many but never got to enjoy them like this, Eugene conveyed how happy he was that she could enjoy it with him. Before it got too dark he broke off and set up a fire real quick to keep them warm-ish in the night. Grace said she’s used to the cold, that it didn’t bother her, but Eugene established that she deserved better.

As the sun finished setting they enjoyed the last brief moments of light in a kiss, held together by their arms. Then Eugene asked for his unfinished food from earlier so he could reheat it on the fire. While it cooked again they talked about scheduling flights and repairs and such and finalized the details while he ate. She heated her food that she never ate and slurped it up quickly. They could feel some sexual tension rising again but they put it off for a more enjoyable and enthusiastic sex drive. While tension rose Eugene talked about everything he wanted to do for her, and she talked about what she could do for him, they, of course, slid in some innuendos and such. A basic priority list was set up and ready to go by the time they went at it again.

Grace had her arms wrapped around Eugene’s waist as he leaned against her hull. They were staring into the fire but their minds raced with thoughts and desires of dirty deeds done to each other, out of the blue Grace’s hands undid his belt in a flash and threw his pants to his ankles. He was already half chub and oozing some precum, as soon as he realized his pants were off he started inflating again. Grace pawed at his member and cohorsed it to grow more rapidly, as it grew to its full might her eyes gleamed with excitement. At her nose and tail her orifices began steadily dripping with her bodily lubricant. As Eugene relaxed into her while she tenderly stroked his dick he noticed her mouth-watering and wanted some of that. “Hey, Grace, you seem to be a little hungry still, I got a nice big snack for you right here.” She got what he wanted as he twirled his cock around in a small circle, she obeyed and started getting up.

“Yeah? Want me to suck on your fat dick?”

“Yeah baby, I want your metal mouth to show me some magic.”

“Baby these aluminium lips are going to make your head spin.” She stood up on her landing gear and pick him and the cot up to sit them in front of her. He watched in excitement as she lowered her nose gear and brought her massive shimmering body down to his cock. She looked into his eyes as her lips parted around his meat and smiled as he shuddered with pleasure. He tried to keep eye contact with her but her mouth did make that hard to do, her tongue cupped and cradled his size elegantly and her lips sealed him inside. Gently she sucked on him as she pushed his cock head against the roof of her mouth, her tongue drug him side to side as she raised and lowered herself onto him. Watching him squirm and writhe made her very wet in her tail quarters, it demanded some sort of attention. So she did what she has done for so long before Eugene and slip one of her tendrils inside. Her pleasuring herself made her moan on his cock, which added more stimulation to him. He pressed his hands against her glass nose and was hypnotized by the ride, weaving his head all around, lazily. She rubbed her clit while she tendriled her depths and licked and lapped at his throbbing cock. She pulled off of him and ran circles around his cock tip with her tongue before she went back down on him. He quickly began huffing as she brought him closer to his orgasm. His loud and excited moaning made her excited, rejuvenated her flow and she clenched her eyes shut and fucked herself faster to get him off hard. She felt his cock cease oozing his cum as he trembled in her mouth and he tried to push her off with her hands. Just as she realized she had done it he broke his fortitude and started cumming. She lurched off and opened her mouth with her tongue out, holding his cock on it, still. He shot ropes of cum onto her large tongue and almost fell back into the cot. He was heaving heavy breaths like he just ran five miles. “These lips don’t lie.” She said as she licked her lips clean.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed in exhaustion as he leaned in against the bottom part of the glass dome. Grace wasn’t done with him yet, she kept kneading his tender member and enjoyed the unique feeling in her hands. Caressing his tender cock to her was awesome, mesmerizing, a guilty pleasure. She massaged his body and limp dick while she gingerly teased herself and savored the aftertaste she had from him. Slowly he started coming around to the mood again, and his member began flexing as it grew bolder and bolder. The harder he got the more she dripped, she pushed the cot and him away and laid her nose on the ground, to his distaste, to raise her tail up high for him. Her eyes were at a level where they beamed onto his huge dick, her gaze couldn’t be shaken from his presented cock and balls. “Like what you see, baby?”

“Yes, sir…” she moaned in response, a gentle hum from her mouth told him she wanted it badly. She looked amazing and so vulnerable. She was poised to fuck and it made Eugene even hornier. He hopped to his feet and this immediately triggered Grace, she went wide eyed and her mouth opened in awe and excitement. He walked very close to her body and brushed his fingers down her sleek and slender pod to excite and tease her more. By the time he had gotten to her tail and out of his reach there was a pool of her juice underneath the prize. He was breathtaking by her beauty as her fingers split open her slit and he was staring inside her, his thick cock ached for it’s gentle caressing. It was so much nicer than any girl’s snatch he’d been with before, and this one fit him perfectly.

“Oh Grace, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Mmhmmm? You think so, Eugene?”

“Grace,” he shook his head in bewilderment, ignoring her hot juice that dropped onto his face, “I don’t even have to think about it. I know so.” She was completely won over and couldn’t hold back any more, she swooped down and snatched him with her arms and held him yet again in a loose hammock of love.

“Oh Eugene!-Ah-Ah, Aaahh! Eeeek!” He took instantly to dragging his cock across her genitals and laughing to himself as the slit wept over his cock. In the back of her mind she was screaming at herself to take his seed and carry a child, she yearned for his children. Do it! Carry his child, he’ll never leave! Deep suspicion and paranoia amplified her desires. “Eugene! Give me your seed! Give me your child! Mother me!” She positioned her cervix right at the cusp of her vagina, it was so close to the edge that his cock teasing her was gracing her cervix with a glance. Eugene got cold feet, he wasn’t ready for a kid yet, and he just met her. He retreated.

“No, Grace, I can’t. I’m not there yet, please, not now.” Defeatedly, she retracted her cervix back into her, and her paranoia returned with a fiery vengeance. It killed her mood and made her distraught. She didn’t show her mood shift, and thinking she was still in the mood Eugene toyed with her luscious folds with his hands to excite himself again. His toying didn’t do the same for Grace, she lost her urges and didn’t want to do it anymore, but her paranoia didn’t let her stop.

She kept up the act. Eugene got back into the swing of things and pressed his dick against her succulent hole and enjoyed the feeling of penetrating her. He slid into her depths and enjoyed feeling her body quiver and moan with every inch. He was lost in a sea of pleasure as her pussy massaged his wood and held it nicely, he began his own humping but Grace took over again. Her slack arms acted like elastic as her shock absorbers bounced her ass for him. She bounced on his cock and moaned with gratification along with him. His hands trailed all over her body where he could reach and his gaze swept across her form, even though it was forced on her end, she still felt a smidge of enjoyment. She was hoping she could at least get off, and she knew he wouldn’t be happy unless he did. Even though she had lost her motivation his impressive mass made her eyes roll and mouth drool, and when he took the initiative and starting fucking her on his terms of made her loose tendrils grab the dirt and brace herself for the ride. She got into a rhythm with his thrusts and rocked with him as he drilled her plush pussy. Her mouth blurted out broken gasps and whimpers as her drive steadily forced its way back into dominance. With her sex drive restored her vagina began stroking Eugene enthusiastically, trying to squeeze every drop of him, underlying desire for his semen still stood strong. He began singing his praises of her, stroking her emotional clitoris and making her feel loved on the inside. It drove her demons away and brought forth a mind-numbing orgasm. Her arms snapped him against her tail as her two massive pillar landing gear trembled and almost buckled. Her eyes rolled into the back of her canopy, her mouth was drooling with her tongue out, and she was rubbing her chin all over the ground as she waggled and shuddered about. Her long exacerbated moan was trickled with laughter as she sprayed her cum on Eugene’s cock and balls. It sprayed and fanned about because of how tightly he was pressed against her hot metal tail. Her internal convulsions vibrated on Eugene’s cock and pushed him well over the edge dispute his efforts to hold back. He came, too, and emptied his balls for her. He knew they didn’t break the cervix and she was sealed, so he didn’t think about it. He enjoyed the moment and the ecstasy that comes from pumping out semen. Every single shot made him huff with dopamine. Grace certainly felt him bust with a hypersensitivity, feeling his hot cum inside her made her feel indomitable. Made her feel worthwhile, feel loved, special, and like a hot woman. She felt successful knowing that she was good enough to make Eugene fuck her again and again AND cum for her. All the demons were brought to heel as he flooded her and made her feel even more spectacular. She didn’t want him to stop and was sad when no more of his alluring seed entered her. Instantly she wanted to open her cervix and take his child-making seed, but she fought that urge off for his satisfaction.

“Grace, oh God, Grace, you,” he struggled to find the right words to describe how he felt for her, “you are the most incredible woman of my life.” Grace was incredibly flattered. He eased his massive size out of her and then let them press against each other to cuddle. Grace was speechless, nothing else to it. Absolute wonder and amazement, all her communication with Eugene that night was through cuddles, vibes, smiles, and kisses. She put him in his cot and laid down on the ground to sleep with him by her side. It was the first time she could sleep in forever, and she was out like a light with him holding her the best he could. She felt secure with him touching her, she felt safe, secure, and happy. For the first time in her life, she felt special. She loved him, he picked her up and saved her both literally and emotionally. Although her demons would come back, Eugene would always set her straight and show her all his love.

That Saturday Eugene had some mechanics who worked on B-29s while they served to come out and inspect Grace. Eugene had cleaned her up best the two could before the mechanics arrived and once they got over the shock of a living plane they remarked on how neat she was considering her rather filthy past. They were given a list of problems she had and what to prioritize. The problem of the controls being stuck like glue baffled them until she told them she crashed on Iwo Jima. Instantly one of the mechanics had an idea. He took a bucket and cut open some of the hydraulic lines and out came thick globs of muddy fluid. He said the volcanic soot did the exact same thing to the tractors they used to build the runway, and that the engines are probably filled with soot, too. Once her lines were all drained and pumped clean she was refilled and the problem was solved. She couldn’t praise them enough, jabbing at how worthless her old mechanics were. Then the group had a go at the engines and found evidence of soot collecting in the engines, they took those apart and started cleaning them but stopped for the day, Sunday they came in to finish cleaning the engines and put them back together. They were clueless about the undercarriage, they’d need to investigate that. Nevertheless, that following Monday at exactly eight-thirty in the morning a fuel truck came out. Grace hid herself so the workers wouldn’t freak out about a living plane. At about ten-thirty, the fueling was finished and they were off on their way. As soon as she saw Eugene she exploded with joy, she saw him in his rag-tag outfit half from his service and half from what he had to recollect on the civilian side and thought he was adorably handsome. She was bouncing in anticipation and he was ecstatic, both incredibly eager to climb above the clouds. Eugene walked around her a few times and made sure all was well, her avionics were much easier to adjust and that made Eugene excited. He climbed into her cabin and sat in the pilot’s seat, they were staring at each other in the eyes with marvel.

“Well, Grace, here we go. Start the engines!”

“Yes, sir!” She obeyed and one by one her engines popped and gurgled to life. Nasty and awful at first, they soon were broken in and being fed properly so they sang like a choir. Grace couldn’t help but shake and dance with excitement, arms wrapped around Eugene, holding him tight and securing him while he monitored the gauges.

“Engines are looking good! How do they feel, Grace?” His hand stroked one of hers passionately and he eagerly awaited her response.

“Oh my god, Eugene, they feel fantastic! They’re putting like kittens! I’m so thrilled!” Her abundance of joy spilled over into him, he was also rapidly getting happier. They waited a few minutes to let the engines warm up to operational temperatures and then together, with their hands interlocked, they increased the throttles and she was moving on her own again! Carefully they exited the hanger and swung her massive size over to the grass runway. She didn’t give a single fuck about it. All she saw was the sky begging for her return. Eugene saw two miles of grass and possible FOD, a treeline he had to get over, and then the free expanses of the open blue. They set the flaps and trim and stared at what was laid out ahead. “You ready, Eugene?”

“Are you ready, Grace?” Their hearts raced together, their blood ran hot with energy, together, again, they opened the throttle.

The start was bumpy and shaky, but as she got faster and faster it smoothed out and was almost perfect. Her engines roared like lions and her outstretched wings pulled upwards trying to fling her into the sky. Together they began to feel those notable cues that the ground no longer held them, and they pulled back on the yoke gently to clear the trees. Grace’s smile was gargantuan, it was so big Eugene saw her cheeks covering up some of his canopy panels. He only wished he could see her face from the outside, only if. Easily they cleared the tree line with plenty of ‘runway’ to spare, and she thrusted herself towards the heavens with such determination she almost forgot to collapse her landing gear. Eugene remembered for her and flipped her switches to retract them. She felt them tuck away and suddenly she was even lighter, faster, stronger. There was nothing notable to drag her down now and she was gliding through the air like a goddess. They were silent as they took off, enjoying the moment and focusing on what had to happen. She was at a thirty-degree climb up to about eighteen-thousand feet when either of them talked.

“Grace, I love you. Thank you for taking me up here.” He rubbed her hand again. She twisted her hand around to hold his and rubbed back.

“No, thank you, Eugene, for giving me this opportunity to fly again.” Her arms tightly holding him in a big bear hug showed him more love than she could speak of.

They flew all day, talking of the future, the past, life stories and experiences, some deep desires and worst nightmares. They spent the time to get to know each other very well and were looking forward to more time like this. Grace suggested that they enjoy each other’s company much more intimately, one dirty desire of hers, but Eugene said he wanted at least someone at the controls to make sure that nobody dies. She was frustrated but tame. They had a blast flying again, Grace and Eugene pulled some fairly wild maneuvers for what mission style plane Grace was, while she was no nimble and agile fighter she could pull some tight turns and dives. Their adrenaline was as high as they were on their playground in the sky, the absolute Freedom Grace felt was immeasurable and Eugene’s euphoria was unmatched. As the sun was setting they were coming down to land right back where they started, Grace still had some fuel left in her as she touched down cleanly on the grassy strip. They tried their absolute best to burn it all away but time wasn’t their friend today and they had to turn in.

Once Grace had come to a stop the two of them were laughing madly, hooting and hollering to let their joy all out. Grace taxied over to the back of her new home and turned in without Eugene’s help. He watched in awe as she slipped in perfectly and stopped exactly where she was in the morning as if she never moved. Eugene was doing a little happy dance in her chair, she caught on and mimicked his side to side motion and snapping he did. They laughed at themselves before they recomposed themselves and started their dancing together, erupting in more laughter. They shared congratulations to each other, expressed how proud, happy, and loving they were, and their excitement for getting paid to fly again. Eugene said that as soon as possible he was going to have the guys redo the bomb bay and set it up to carry cargo. He wondered how he was going to sleep this night with all this excitement in his blood. Grace poked the side of his gut with a finger and said that he should move a mattress into her so she could make sure he gets well-rested. She assured him she would tucker him out to the fullest with some fun games. He said he liked the sound of that and went to find a mattress he could spare. While he was gone Grace couldn’t help but do more of her victory dance as she checked all the boxes of victory, she got fixed up, she’s got a man falling for her, she’s flying again, she’s got a home, she’s getting a job, and she’s about to get some dick. She scored big today. She was high on life at that moment, and she got even more joyous when she saw Eugene shove a mattress through the door that led out to the hanger. She crouches down and used tendrils to crawl closer to him, picking the mattress up from him like it was a tissue. She patted his hat and told him to relax a little bit as she made the bed. He insisted on doing it himself, but she wanted to get the fun started already and didn’t want to wait. She slapped the mattress into place and quickly threw some bedsheets over it. She ushered him inside and backed into her hut, him sleeping in her cabins made her feel amazing, it felt right. Her confidence rose and she felt very comfortable with everything, nothing was going to ruin this.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, baby.” She begins sensually undressing him, slowly peeling layers off his body.

“But I’m so energetic, baby, whatever will we do?”

“Oh I know how to tire you out, don’t you worry about that.” Her hand massaged his genitals and they shivered with anticipation. “Oh yes, I have plenty of plans for you!” She felt his balls roll in her hand, and his massive dong growing bolder and girthier. His cock and balls in her hand felt mystical.

“That sounds fun! Will there be any snacks?” She hesitated in confusion.

“Snacks?”

“Of course! I might get a little thirsty after all, I could eat something.” Grace began getting quite hot under the skin.

“Oh my, I’m sure they’ll be something, baby!” She finally got him bare naked and she was fawning over his cock in her hands. By the beds came down a tendril to comfort his lonely penis and thankfully this one was no wimp. “You ready to play, Eugene?”

“Oh,” he grabbed her vaginal tendril in his hand and rubbed his thumb over her clit, she shivered and locked up in response, “I’m very excited to play, are you ready, big momma?” His thumb popped in and out of her pussy, it’s loose and welcoming metal skin clung to him religiously. He tested her wetness and tightness. She could use some work.

“Oh fuck yes! Momma’s ready to play!” She wailed as his thumb pierced her to his knuckle.

“Nah, you don’t look like it.” She was shocked. “You need a bit of shopping up to do.” He stuck his index and middle fingers in his mouth from his other hand and then slid them into her. Her mouth was gaping and she shivered, gasping for her breath as he wiggled around. He plucked in and out before he slid in a third finger, roughly the width of his cock. His cluster of fingers had a dance party in her pussy, and when they found the G-spot dance floor they turned up to eleven and never came down. She was nearly screaming as he fondled her, his thumb rubbing her clit and fingers playing with her G-spot. “See? Now you’re really starting to warm up to it!” Her hands gripped his body and his wrists, holding them to their actions. Her hands stroked and fondled his cock feverishly as she tried to keep up with his intensity, but he was overpowering her. Her hands suddenly gripped his cock and her vagina tendril trembled and her insides convulsed as she fought back her orgasm. She screamed his name as she broke and she gushed out on him with squirts of her juices. He smiled at his work and let her come down before he agitated her more by removing his hand. He licked his fingers clean. “Now let’s see?” He inserted his three fingers again and noticed how much nicer she felt, not loose, but not tight, she was perfect. “Now you’re ready, baby. He’s coming out to play now, big girl.”

“Oh yes! Send him over now! Right now!” She cradled his cock and held it for him as he held her tendril down on the bed. He watched in mute satisfaction as he broke her seal and observed her lips and folds of metal envelope and consume his meaty penis. Just a bit wider than his three fingers it certainly made sure she would feel his presence and being long, too, it made sure it knocked on her door proudly.

She withered around as he entered her. Her body flexed and bent for him as she naturally molded to his presence and she cooed and squealed as he came to rest his member as deep as he could go. She breathed hot and heavy with quick gasps as she dealt with his impressive size, this tendril was a great fit for them. Her tail was smooth and perfect for a good clean fuck, her cockpit tendril too tight for anything more than sitting on him, and now the bedside tendril proved to be just big enough to fuck and just tight enough to destroy her. She felt him cautiously ease out of her and as much as she wanted to cling to him and host him inside her for hours she knew letting him come and go would be much, much more fun! She felt him rhythmically pump himself in and out of her, at first it was pleasant and delightful, but as he started groaning and grunting, and pushing and shoving, and working and churning, she realized she was in for a great fuck. Her eyes crossed and rolled around like a clock as the cock ruled her emotions, her tendrils clung to his sweaty body and she wrapped herself around him. She ran tendrils through his hair, between his legs, coddled his balls, and felt his face as he worked her over good. She moaned along the whole time and lost all sense of time as he pummelled her. She realized she was drooling at one point and quickly let go of giving a fuck, should anyone walk over and see this, she didn’t care, the dick was too good. She felt his cock pulse with blood and felt his long shaft ooze his precum out and warm her up from the inside out, she felt his flesh slide and shift inside her while his body slammed against her outside face. Everything about this was driving her hormones crazy and she was high on it all. She felt herself rising to the opportunity and started gripping and stroking him more with her interior as she came closer to climax. She egged Eugene on by calling for him, crying about how close she was, and how amazing he was. He put forth an extra effort and searched for the spot that would throw her over the edge and she let him know he found it by screaming loudly, and when he found it he didn’t let up. He completely went silent and put forth everything into pounding her pussy until she came again. She screamed and pulled him close to her, bending him over to press him against her tendril and wrapping up around him with her arms. She let him feel her shake and shiver as she came very hard on his solid snake, he smiled, chuckled, and relaxed on her as she showed him what he does to her. He loved it.
He loved feeling her convulse around his cock, he loved feeling her tendril body quake under his body as she screamed for him. Her voice in his ear filled his chest with fire and motivated him to do it all again. He enjoyed how tenderly she held him in her arms and how her hand ran through his hair, her hands on his cheeks holding them so gingerly makes him feel floaty, surreal. He had never thought anyone could make him feel like this, how lofty he felt with his feet planted on the ‘ground’ that his cock could make shake like an earthquake. The concept of what they could do to each other excites him and drives him to push the limits. He never felt so strongly for someone like he felt for Grace. His only flaw with her is how devastated her security is, he felt so bad for her and wanted to help fix her badly. There might be one way to do so, a way she got at earlier but he shot down. Just maybe it could clear her mind and settle her demons. Maybe he should have a child with her. Starting a family was always a goal of his, and for her it might be a necessity. He was open to the idea and would be considering it heavily from now on. When she had finished cumming and let him stand up again he pulled out of her completely to her dismay and laid himself down on the bed. Taking her turn she picked up her tendril meekly and shakily and lined up on him. He noticed how she had coated his cock in her juices, it shone in the hazy light like a glowing sword, preparing to slay the mighty beast in the best way possible. As she brought herself down on him together they moaned and shuddered, he relaxed his fortitude and let her rock his world. She slid down on him effortlessly but was still tight enough to numb his mind and melt his body. She elegantly danced on his lap, swaying and swinging, bouncing and shaking, gripping and sliding. She felt his body recoil with her movements and she loved it and used it to motivate herself even more. After cumming twice she had become hypersensitive and could feel everything about his penis, it drove her sex crazy. She brought him right to the brink of his orgasm and then she toyed with him, slowing her movements and eventually stopping and holding him down to keep him from finishing it himself. He was groaning and moaning in annoyance and almost pain, but her teasing had a reason and it only boosted his drive. He was almost hyperventilating when she finally went ballistic on his cock with her furious burst of speed. Suddenly he recoiled hard in a brain killing orgasm and he unloaded a huge load of semen into her. She laughed as he gurgled on his drool and his eyes rolled and she coddled his cock as it softened and hardened again.

They teased each other again, boasting about what they would do to the other, and then they would act upon their promises. They did this again and again until Eugene’s sack was empty and he was thoroughly exhausted. She laid him down on the bed and tucked him in, slithering her very sore and raw tendril up the bed under the covers to cuddle with him. He wrapped around her and clung to her all night as he slept like a baby. With him holding only a portion of her she still felt secure with him, while her demons came back to show their ugly faces she rested easy with him grasping her so tightly. She almost laughed at her demons, scoffing at them and thumbing her nose by looking back at Eugene and her. She knew that the demons would come again when she was more vulnerable and she feared for that, but for now, she revelled in high spirits and slept wonderfully with him. She dreamed of flying with him again, and it drug out to where she saw herself teaching their little one how to fly, it made her feel amazing again. When they woke in the morning they instantly felt how well they fucked last night, they were creaky, crampy, aching, and very sore. Eugene felt like his back locked up as he forced his way out of the bed, groaning in agony as he did. Nonetheless, they plowed on for the day, it was the day they were to register with the mailing companies. Eugene went down to the town’s local headquarters and got a representative to come to inspect Grace, he refused to accept her until she had the equipment to handle cargo. It bummed them out, but there weren’t any other glaring flaws that were mentioned so their hope still ran high. Eugene went out into town again and collected much of the materials needed for the conversion, cables, ropes, metal fasteners, some pulley equipment, bolts, screws, metal plates, and a bunch of random bits he thought might be useful. That’s how he spent the rest of the day, he came home after getting in touch with the maintenance crew and made dinner with Grace, they enjoyed a long night of relaxation to recover from the sex they had the night before.

The next day, the maintenance crew came in and the idea was thrown out to them for converting her into a cargo plane. The logic was sound but there were technical details that Eugene didn’t know about that the crew had to work out, he was completely oblivious to it so he let them do the sorting out. First, they began by stripping out all the guts of the bomb bay, the bomb racks came out and so did the actuators, then through these parts, they started making large racks to line the walls of the bay. Their idea matched Eugene’s well, except that they knew where the load points were for the frame, you can’t just go bolting stuff to an airplane, after all. Once they had constructed the racks they had Grace hold them in place where they wanted them, while she held the racks in place Eugene inspected the space made available for cargo. He was satisfied and the crew had Grace drop the racks out to be further assembled. The racks looked like a shopping cart basket when they were done, a very big shopping cart basket with no wheels or handles, just the four walls and a roof rack welded together and then bolted and welded into the bay after careful incisions were made. They finished the rack installation and then assembled a rail system into the top of the basket to carry the pulleys and allow for alterations. That went in fairly easy and from there they called it a day and went home. Grace was thrilled with the progress, proudly she showed off their work to Eugene, even playing with the pulley system a bit. They were very excited to see the final results.

The next day while the crew was finishing up their minor detailing and structural reinforcing Eugene went out to the military base to get some surplus gear from the war, specifically the cargo nets that were always thrown out. He got a whole truck load of them for basically a sandwich and soda and gleefully drove home. While the crew was working he got Grace to help him put together the nets into workable sizes, he showed her how to cut and stitch and sew. He showed her some neat tips and tricks and let her try it herself. By the end of the day, everything was ready for testing and inspection, everybody was pumped. They used a small car as the test, they used all the pulleys and nets to pick it up and fasten it to the frame. It fit easily and sat snuggly, carefully they had Grace bounce around, it didn’t even shift, so she danced around and even jumped a few times. No budging. They celebrated and let the car back down again. The test was a success. Eugene paid the maintenance crew what he owed them and arranged for another inspection. They could hardly wait. On the day of the inspection, the maintenance crew came to watch over the inspection, they basked in pride as the inspector was dumbfounded at how well the cargo system worked. The inspector gave Grace a passing grade, collected the paperwork to register her in service of the mailing company, and promised to get back in touch once the logistics had been arranged.

It took roughly three weeks to get word back and until then the crew were busy touching up on maintenance, correcting faults, performing routine maintenance, and investigating problems and damages found during such events. Eugene was busy figuring out how he would support the maintenance crew and budget his priorities. He laid out financial goals to support Grace and himself with quality of life upgrades for her and the prospect of starting a family, the latter he withheld the knowledge from Grace, leaving it to be a surprise. Once he did get the word from the company he was given the payroll information, the information on funds allocated for Grace’s maintenance, their schedule, their flight routes, where the airports were, and many other small details that were necessary for operations. The gang was elated. Work began very soon and before they knew it Grace was running down the local runway with a full load of cargo bound for the nearest coast. While it hadn’t been that long since they met Eugene still proposed to her on this flight. Instantly she accepted, she then pressured him to make love that night while they were flying, but Eugene didn’t want to risk the mail yet.

It was during this flight that Grace came clean, she dumped her demons out and her fears at his feet. He did his best to express that her fears will never be realized, but he knew that action would be the only way to get it through to her, thus he planned it all out. He had seen the schedule, he knew her limits, and she had taught him well. They landed at the station, stayed the night and rested, and in the morning they flew back to the main airport they work out of. This flight had many more stops, dropping off mail and picking it up, refuelling and such, they were never empty. Late that night they touched down at the main port runway and unloaded the last mail they would carry that day, they would rest and refuel for the next day. While they had lulls in the schedule Eugene talked directly to Grace and her demons, he carefully expressed his devotion in ways subliminally and directly to purge her fears from her, he used his careful word and message choice wisely. She felt much, much better. They conversed about a lovely and romantic future, and he steered it towards family and children to further boost her morale and attachments and distance her from her loneliness and fears.

In the morning when they woke Grace was quite frisky, Eugene was feeling quite hot under the collar as well, but he promised that they would enjoy themselves soon enough. Grudgingly Grace carried on and they loaded the mail up once more and set off on their route. They made more stops than the first day but fewer stops than the second day, which left them with more downtime, effectively. During this time they came up with a list of names they would consider for their children, it was all very exciting for Grace. On the last leg of their journey, the longest stretch, Eugene asked Grace about how they would make a child. Grace elaborated on the details, it depends on what child they want, how much sex they have during the pregnancy, how well she is fed and maintained, this all greatly intrigued Eugene. He asked her what child would she want, she said it’s up to him. Eugene felt selfish for wanting a human baby, but he saw it as the most realistic option, it’d be the most affordable, the most gifted, and the most likely way to succeed. He could send this kid to school, not a bomber if they went that route. The child’s life was his justification and he told Grace he wanted a human child. Grace was just fine with that. By then Grace had figured out Eugene was thinking about having a child with her and that thrilled her. She couldn’t sleep that night, she rested her body but her mind was too active and all she wanted to do was thrash Eugene awake in his rack with her tendril sliding up and down his thick shaft milking his cum out of him. However, she respected his sleep and waited patiently.
They had the next two days off, so they readied to fly all the way home to the home strip and tediously start their family. One session at a time. Their lusts rose up as high as they were physical, every foot she climbed rose her drive even more, Eugene’s crotch ached and complained about how horny he was. Originally they had desired to land at home and fuck all night there but it was too overbearing, Grace had to ask while they were in the sky. She asked to be fucked up here, she wanted him to fuck her while they were soaring above the clouds, the idea seemed thrilling to Eugene and his list overpowered him. He didn’t say a word but he undid his pants for her and she immediately began fondling his crotch. Her hands and tendrils snaked into his clothes to grasp his bare skin and get that oh-so-exciting skin to skin contact. Once his pants came off she wasted no time in getting him inside her, even though her cockpit tendril wasn’t the greatest it was what she had right there and she needed it now. She had been faithfully rubbing herself to make sure she was drenching wet and slick as possible, she snapped his cock upright and placed herself tenderly atop his cock. They smiled as the adrenaline raced through their veins, their hearts thumped in their throats, neither of them had any idea what would happen to their ability to fly and while that was terrifying it was also exhilarating, and there was only one way to find out! Grace held his cock up while he pulled her down onto him, together they moaned and cried out.

“Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! More! More! Deeper! Oh you’re so fucking hot! Fuck me! Give me everything!” Grace cooed and called, her whole frame shuddering in pleasure and her eyes crossing.
“Oh Grace! AAAHHH!” He was halfway inside her and already needed a break to let her adjust to his size. He grabbed her controls while he waited and tenderly rubbed them with his thumbs, stroking them lovingly. She cooed and moaned as her tight pussy twitched and stretched out, giggling wildly in random bursts. “Grace you’re so fucking hot, so Goddamn sexy! Grace, I love you, I want you, I need you!”
“Yes, Eugene! Do what you want! Fuck me! Destroy me! I am yours!” With that, he felt she was open enough and pulled her all the way to the base of her cock, had she not been travelling at about a hundred and fifty knots her screaming might be a bit more ear-searing. Everything about her shuddered and shook as she winced and braced herself against his massive size. Her hands gripped his body wherever she held him. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! Eugene! Eugene!”
“Grace! I, uh, AH-AH!” He gripped her quaking vaginal tendril and hugged it as he, too, shuddered with how tightly she gripped him. Gently it began to hurt him and he worried about what was to come soon. They groaned and moaned together, clasping hands, he kissed her hands, she stroked his hair and massaged his body, performing pleasantries onto each other. Cautiously both of them glanced at the instruments and made sure they weren’t about to fuck up big time, everything was fine, but the adrenaline ran high and the thrill consumed them. “Grace,” he called to her when she was loosening up, “Grace?”
“Yes, Genie?”
“Bring me your cervix.” He wrapped his arms around her tendril and kissed it.
“But, but we don’t have a good home, yet, we-”
“We have plenty, my dear, baby, we can do this. Let’s do it.” Her excitement was even higher, her lust even higher, her hormones demanded it. She gave in. Her demons that had been pestering her for a while suddenly vanished, she brought her tight cervix onto his cockhead and asked him if he was ready.
“Yes Grace, I’m ready.”
“Alright baby, flex it for me, hard as you can babe!” She felt his cock turn even more rigid as he flexed against her cervix. She forced it over him, she screamed even louder than before and she shook horribly as he had a hard time keeping himself straight inside her. Her tendrils wrapped around him and coiled him and her vagina together and pinned them together as she screamed and whimpered and huffed. He grunted and gritted and felt just how tight she was, it was like trying to penetrate a solid slab of muscle, but once he did get his massive cock to split her seal it was a magical wonderland. Her screaming lowered and it became more trance-like mumbling and breathing as she eased herself over him internally. He could see her eyes rolling around as she did so. Surprisingly her cervix wasn’t as tight as he thought so if anything it felt more spacious than her vagina, which made it much more enjoyable. It was hot, plush, soft and grasped him just right. He melted into the chair as it naturally massaged his cock with vibrations, convulsions, and pulses. He started drooling. “Grace, I love you, your pussy is to die for.”
“Your cock fucks me up in every way I need, Eugene, I’ll do anything for this dick.”
“Will you marry me?” She seized up momentarily. “Grace! Are you alright!”
“YES!” She was tearing up, tears streamed down her fuselage as she shook him in her arms. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll marry you!” He smiled and giggled, feeling her pussy beginning to furiously stroke him with her muscles.
“Heh heh, sorry I don’t have a ring yet, it was kind of out of the blue.”
“I don’t care! I’ll marry you! Eugene I love you!”
“I love you, too, Grace, are you ready to be a mother, Grace?”
“Well, I don’t think anyone is ever ready, but I want to be one! I want to be one for you! Will you let me have your child?”
“I’d have nobody else, Grace.” She teared up now because of how much that meant to her. It was indescribable how moving that was for her.
“Eugene, you don’t know how much that means to me, how much you mean to me.”
“I don’t think you can ever realize how much I love you, Grace, I don’t think your past will let you, Grace, I’ll never let you go for anything. I love you.” They embraced for so long Eugene went half flaccid inside her. When they noticed they laughed it off and she shimmied her pussy on him to wake him up again. He simply sat back and moaned as she danced on his lap, images of her were flowing through his mind, her sexiness driving him on. He had to make her cum at least once on his cock, so he didn’t feel much of anything sexually pleasing until she did so. In the meantime he reached around and toyed with her clit and massaged her tendril, slowly pumping at her G-spot. Her innards were a hot and steamy land of mellow, his cock seemed to disappear from him inside her and melt away, all he felt was a pleasure. He could barely feel her plush ruffles, her amazing texture, her slick juices, and her amazing pulses. He felt an electrifying field flow from her pussy into him, further stimulating them.

Grace could feel everything, what loose skin he had and how it slid around his hard shaft, his veins and the blood pulsing inside them, the precum oozing from his penis tip, the heat inside him, the two tubes that seem to make up his shaft, she felt everything. She loved everything. Moments would occur where she felt like she could feel him, his whole body, it was astounding. She recoiled and stuttered with him, grasping at each other and panting.

“Eugene! You feel so amazing inside me!”

“Oh Grace, you’re so soft, so great!”

“Give it to me, Genie! Fuck my pussy!”

By her pleading he pleased her, adjusting his position in the seat and holding her tendril still as he began humping her. Her moaning and cooing flooded the cabin and drowned out most of the steady slapping and rustling of clothes and fabrics. Her tendril grew very warm, and the whole cabin began heating-a starch contrast to the normally chilly atmosphere of high altitude flying. Grace had her drool freezing to her body but since she was getting so hot it began melting again and spreading again, she didn’t care. Eugene’s back was aching and hurting from the poor posture but he also didn’t care. As it got hotter Grace began peeling layers off of Eugene and enjoyed how slick his sweaty body was getting, wishing she could see his skin glisten in the low light. Her mind raced with the beautiful prospective future, she was very excited for what was to come. Eugene could only think about getting her off in that moment, he was curious to see if she would snap his cock off as she came. Her moaning grew sharper and louder the longer he went, so did his grunting. He relaxed his mind and let it wander focus onto feeling his cock slide in and out of her guts, they both could feel the flesh moving all around each other, slipping and sliding, shmirking and shopping noisily, music to the ear. Their bodies melted together into a synchronized Bliss and high, suddenly Grace wrapped around his hips and held him still while she broke her tendril from his hands and rode his cock. Her tendril backed off and dove back down smoothly and quickly, she chanted ‘yes, yes, yes, there, there, there,’ as she used him to pound her G-spot, she flexed and bent herself as she slid on him to hit the good spots and squeeze him just enough to milk him. He began to excitedly heave and huff as he grew closer to cumming, now that she was doing the work he could enjoy the fruit, and sweet it was. He cried to her and warned her he was close, she was close, too. He tried to fight it off as long as possible to let her cum, too, but she didn’t repent, she pounded his lap and soon enough he drew a long, exhausting moan as his cock trembled and spurt shots of his semen deep into her. His cock’s jarring convulsions and flexing pushed Grace over the edge and she smacked her pussy down onto his lap and came on him, shuddering and shivering, adding a vibration stimulation to their ecstatic orgasms. Grace milked Eugene for every drop he had to offer, and with the gentle suction on his penis, it was all whisked away to her eggs, what wasn’t whisked away was her cum. She had squirted out a puddle of hot bodily lubricant and it was all over his lap, stomach, legs, and clothes. He didn’t care, he loved it. They started giggling after they came down from their orgasmic high.

“It tingles.” She said.

“What does?”

“Daddy’s semen.” He smiled.

“Where does it tingle?”

“All inside me, deep, deep inside me, I like it.”

“It feels good, baby?”

“It feels great, Genie.” He nodded and sat up in the seat properly.

“I’m glad you like it, mommy’s juice feels hot and slick, I like it, too.” She giggled and glanced at the instrument panel and jumped.

“Oh God!” She suddenly jerked to the left and pulled up slightly, at first startling Eugene. “I got it, I got it, it’s okay.”

“Babe, you scared me, what happened?”

“We were off course, I don’t know how long, we dropped a thousand feet and were off bearing by three degrees.”

“Well, we should be able to reckon our position in a bit.” He hugged her tendril still sitting on his cock, sucking his dick like a straw for his milk. “How do you feel?”

“Great! Oh so amazing! I feel so alive! I love you, Eugene!” She hugged him tight and rocked him. This made him feel the best in his life. 

“Grace you make me the happiest man in the world, I love you so much.” He held her Tendril and squeezed it back, staring into her beautiful eyes in her canopy.

“We’re going to be parents!” She squealed in excitement.

“Oh yeah, I’m excited! I can’t wait! Damn, I better get on expanding the hanger, then.”

“At least clean it up, should be fine after that.”

“That’s the absolute least I can do, I need to do more.”

“You worry too much-“

“So do you babe-“

“I know, we worry too much.”

“I just want what’s best for you two.”

“I know, I know.” She combed his hair and began dressing him again, it was getting colder again.

They talked to each other some more as they flew on, talking names, house expansions, sex, and deep feelings. Their flight home was uneventful after their entry of the mile-high club, and they touched down to fuck some more and relax. They continued their job flying mail all over the country and making their baby, cleaning up the hanger in their downtime and building more rooms and facilities to the hanger. Eventually, Eugene moved out of his house and into the hanger, letting one of the mechanics move into the house when his house burned down. Grace still struggled from her demons, but little by little Eugene was killing them and rebuilding Grace. They took their time off of work to birth the baby, and that was the best moment of their lives, the birth of their little girl. 

 

Fin Saving Grace