A little story about a third Maus super-heavy tank and her lover. Quite violent at the end but what do you expect from a huge war machine?
The Mighty Maus
April 21st 1944, Frank Licten was standing before the largest prototype tank he’d ever seen. He had volunteered to oversee the SenTech project’s attention to the new Porsche designed super-heavy Panzerkampfwagon VIII, affectionately called the Maus. Frank looked all up the hull side; the armored plating seemed to be seamless and connected to the frontal glacis plate. This puzzled Frank; How are they getting to the bogies? There’s no way to remove the track covers to reach the return rollers! He thought of the many problems with this feature but also of the ways this is better, then he looked at the turret. It sported a fifty-five ton turret with a 12.8cm main gun and a 7.5cm coaxial secondary armament giving it a funny looking mantle and silhouette but even still it was a force not to be reckoned with. He was going to incite the tank to reveal itself when the tank finally decided to talk to him.
“Hello sir. Fine afternoon isn’t it?” She seemed a little confused as to how she should spark a conversation. He was a new person and out of her field of view.
“Yes, yes it is. Well you’re a big girl aren’t you?” He choked, instantly regretting his comment. Not only did he not want to upset this monster but he also needed to be on good grounds with her. This was also a shock to him as he expected a male tank to work with and was unprepared to be with a female.
“The biggest!” She replies as she pops her front up in a gesture of power. Frank was relieved at this; she had a good sense of humor. “So if you don’t mind stepping a little more to my front that’d be nice. My eyes can’t see that far behind me, bud.” Frank complies and moves to her front and notices how thin she is for a tank her size. “So new guy what’s your name?”
“I’m Frank.” He answers. “You got a name yet?”
“I’m Minnie Maus, like that American cartoon Minnie.” Frank liked this comedy surrounding Minnie. “What’s your job here new guy Frank.”
“I’m here for you, to sound cheesy, but in detail my job is to keep you comfortable and welcome as well as answer almost all questions you have about yourself and your existence. To what I know already, of course, but some future tests will be performed.”
“Yay trials!” She lifts her front again in a manner of making it obvious she was only joking. “So what stuff I want to know you’ll tell me? And things I need to be comfortable you’ll do as well?”
“To the best of my extent for both. What do you want to know first?” She pondered about it. She wanted to learn a lot.
“What makes me alive and Dumbo over there not alive?” She asks in accordance to the Maus hull 205/1 running trials.
“Well, we don’t fully understand yet but a special Earth molecular compound of metal traits is what gives you life. We can’t stick it onto any old machine and boom life, we need to melt it down with the metal and blend it into the perfect ratio between the alloys to create a constant electrical flow throughout your body which gives you life along with a sense. You have the sense of touch everywhere because that’s the basic sense the alloy has is pressure, a more concentrated amount in, let’s say, areas of your eyes produce the ability to precept light and colors with the combination of other materials. The more sensitive areas like on your hands and your… ‘temple’ …is because of another ratio of the alloys and your… ‘temple’ …is a lot heavier of the alloy because of its function and required abilities along with your tongue and other areas. That silver fluid you find if you salivate or-um-‘play’ with yourself is a form of the alloy that cools your key areas and for other various reasons.” With that he indicated he was done and Minnie looked confused.
“Why do you call my vagina my ‘temple’?”
“Because my sister called hers that and now that’s just what I call it to put it lightly.”
“Well while we’re on that topic…” Frank was pleading in his mind for her not to ask it. “Where do babies come from?”
“God…Damnit.” He began. “Well, there are the two types of tanks-boy and girl-and when they want a baby the boy’s special tool humans call a penis gets hard and long, and he’s supposed to put it into the girl tank’s vagina, and get past into your super sensitive grip you can move called a cervix, in the best way. After a few motions that rub the two together for a while the boy and girl may experience a tremendous rush of pleasure, maybe not at the same time but for a baby the boy will and that means he’s releasing sperm seeds. When he does that they travel into the cervix and then on to the girl’s eggs. Only one egg at a time will make a baby and it takes a lot of the seed to make one. If they want certain traits for the baby they can do this while she is pregnant to do this.” Minnie was grinning.
“I already knew about sex, Frank, just wanted to know if you would explain it.” Frank looked annoyed. “But I’m still curious as to why I have two.” She moved a long thick elephant like nose-trunk to about her face and looked at it. Frank felt a little uncomfortable, she was real outgoing. Frank looked around and noticed no one was around, what’s she doing?!
“Uhhh- that’s really only for fun as I know, I heard that with a lot of effort and willpower you can make it able to receive sperm and impregnate but the birth would be at the larger main one… Could you put it away now?”
“Why? Are you gay? Heterophobia in your mind? I thought you were entitled to make me comfortable.”
“I am entitled to do that and no, I’m not afraid of it, just, you have it out where all can see it! It’s uncomfortable to me.”
“I’m comfortable with this.” She thought up another test, rather pleasant one for her at that. “Although I’m both curious and could be even more comfortable…”
“Oh fuck you!” Frank protested. Instantly hitting on her test and not enjoying it as much as she would.
“That’s exactly what you’re doing here.” She moved her trunk to the side of his face and soothingly pleaded with him. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it feels like? Now’s your chance, Frank! Don’t leave me like this, Frank, how could you leave a girl that’s open out like this? I won’t bite and I don’t mind if you do…”
“Fine! But this is secret and only a hand-job.” He grabbed it with his right hand and brought it to about the center of his chest before he wrapped his left fingers around the top and looked down at it. He was surprised at how soft it appeared to be, looking like a ball of gunmetal gray dough with a seam running through the middle for about ten or eleven centimeters before it came to an end at the top in a thermometer fashion end while the other end just stopped abruptly. It’s not too bad looking, he thought to himself as his left thumb began rubbing up and down the slit. Wow this is metal?! This is too soft to be metal! Metal my ass, I don’t know what this is, everything about metal but it’s too damn soft… so soft… He grimaced at the realization he was hardening.
Minnie at first wasn’t turned on at all; she was again just testing him and hoped for a good time knowing he wouldn’t put it anywhere of significance for him. She was quite thrilled at him doing this however, and soon she wanted him to do even more to her. Frank couldn’t stop thinking about shoving it into his pants and fucking it properly, he soon noticed that a silvery bulb had formed at the top end and was oozing slowly from the pursed lips that seemed to be seething with large amounts of heat along with the whole apparatus warming up in his hands and this made him want her pussy in his pants on his dick now. Minnie looked to him and noticed he was hard staring her ‘temple’ and had grown in his ‘temple’ region and she started growing fond of his steeple. He started making intentions toward stuffing himself into her when she ordered him to do something about it.
“Frank! Merge your steeple with my temple already!”
“Yes Ma’am!” With that she yanked her ‘temple’ out of his hands and went to the bottom of his pant leg as he sent his right hand into his pant leg spreading the opening to receive her trunk vagina. As she rushed it up his leg she grabbed him and pulled him closer to her hull where he leaned his back against her left track cover and grabbed the temple, guiding it to his steeple. Once he felt it on his end he pushed it through her doors and was met by a very satisfying feeling. Minnie felt a little lofty for him at first, but she soon grew tired of how he wasn’t quite as large as she wanted him to be so she decreased her size on him and felt him much better. She started reciprocating her temple on him and let her ass end sink until it rested on the suspension covers on either sides of the tracks Frank pushed his back into her more, the alien feeling down under making his legs stiffen up, and she was either pressing his body to her hull or just feeling his pecks and abs quite roughly. Frank wasn’t accustomed to her relentlessness at all and his cuming was fast appearing.
“Minnie I’m close!” He choked out.
“NO! You don’t finish yet!” She refused him exiting and had one of her small tendrils enter from the top and pinch his base hard so he wouldn’t spill. When it did come it had nowhere to go and this ensuing pain made Frank slam his head against her armor in erythematic sync with her thrusts onto him. When she finished it wasn’t a major gush of her cum, instead it formed a puddle in the indent area of her blunt end soaking Franks testicles and parts of his inner legs with hot luscious liquid. They sat there while Frank was seething pain induced noises from his clenched teeth when Minnie pulled off letting him cum at last where he shot it into her little jizz pool and sighed loud and long, slowly sinking to the pavement.
“You do your job well, Frank.”
“Thank you, Minnie.” I’d say we’re on pretty good grounds already.
“You’ll fuck the other one later…”
The day went on like normally for Minnie while Frank’s was filled with introductions, tours, and enduring the same trials as Minnie did. By that he simply accompanied her on her tests and exams. The Maus was a tank never before attempted and the biggest in the world to their knowledge. Minnie weighed around 188 long tons with armor thicker than the average man was and carried a 12.8cm, or in naval terms a 5” gun. The tests performed throughout the week strengthened the belief that they’d be swarmed by infantry, as the four machine pistol ports and lone roof mounted MG could not protect her in a rubber bullet simulator. She would have been detracked, then set on fire, then breeched in less than six minutes of sustained infantry assault if this was a real situation. She wasn’t satisfied by this. Eventually Frank learned from some mechanics that Minnie, not hulls 205/1 or 205/2, her direct copy, were pretty much hated by Ferdinand Porsche.
“Why would he hate his living child instead of his dead ones?”
“You see Frank, Porsche loves the living machines, but he hates the military ones. Like his first Tiger and the Ferdinand tank destroyer.”
“Why? Aren’t they the same as the cars?”
“Yes they are, but he hates them because they never had a choice to be what they are supposed to be, ruthless killing machines. Well it’s not so much hate the machines, more like pity them while he hates those who make living weapons of war meant to be expendable and heartless. A car or truck can be militarized into transports and scouts, but a tank or battleship can’t be made civilian use. They have no life outside of war. That’s why.”
Months pass while Frank slowly comes closer to Minnie in both terms of friends and lusting want for her sex. So far they’ve only fucked that one time in their first meeting, and Frank never did satisfy her primary temple. Then news of the Russians gaining ground forces Adolf Hitler himself to visit the Maus in very secretive orders. It was no secret that Hitler loved his machines, especially the living ones, but Frank had what he found as jealousy toward him and anger that he was alone speaking to Minnie secretively. Once the doors opened and the Führer departed, Frank rushed to Minnie, sad and despaired for the first time in Frank’s knowing of her.
“What happened? What did he do? Did he touch you?” He rapidly asked her.
“No you jealous perv, he wasn’t in the best mood either. He didn’t like doing this.”
“What?” Frank sulked, the other two were ordered to be destroyed. Oh God not her too! Please God no not her!
“I’ve been ordered to head into a special hideout bunker fit for me and one person to live in. He said to stay low for a long enough time for things to die down and the world to accept me whole fully. Or,” She began to break down in tears, “-Or when I can’t take it anymore.” Frank walked to her left track and leaned his back up against the armored cover. “I can either take one person with me or no one.” Frank knew why she wasn’t saying ‘you’re coming with me’, there was another guy that had gotten close to her, more outgoing and authoritative than Frank and she was contemplating him or Frank.
Frank sat with her for a time, then went to his quarters, closed the door, locked it, and cried himself. He knew he wasn’t getting picked. He wasn’t as big as the other guy, attractive as the other guy, with Minnie as much as the other guy, or even experienced as the other guy in anything except knowledge of how she was alive and maybe having sex with her. He shook himself enough to pack his essentials and ready to evacuate the facility. He looked at his P38 pistol, and dreary thoughts came to mind. I’m going to die by the Russians caught or fighting, Minnie’s not picking me, I have some of the worst luck in dating, might as well save someone else the energy. He picked up the pistol admiring the craftsmanship in the grip, chambered a round, switched safety off and stuck it to his head. “Goodbye world, don’t miss me.”
Bang!
Dipshit how could you do this to Minnie! You’re her friend and you’re just going to hurt her like this in a time like this? She’ll never forgive you. His sister’s voice was echoing in his head, she committed suicide when the war started and this hurt the whole family with unspeakable pain. You know how you felt when I killed myself, right? Well for her it’ll be a thousand times worse than what you felt like. Why don’t you at least stay until she disappears with that Hurkle fella, then she’ll never know what you did. Painless to her. Frank put the safety back on and unloaded the gun. He continued packing his things, then cried himself to sleep with the painful memories of his sister.
His eyes were red in the morning when he awoke. He looked at the calendar and noticed his birthday would be the next day on December 17th. Some way to end life, killing yourself on your very birthday. He dressed and went to Minnie’s hanger without breakfast. Save it for the survivors. He looks to a sad grin Minnie and sighed.
“Well Frank, you’re coming with me.” Frank looked puzzled; he knew for sure she wouldn’t pick him.
“What about Hurkle?”
“I asked him very late last night. He declined me without a second thought.” Frank was asking why when Minnie sighed: “He’s got a girlfriend already back home. So unless you’ve come to crush my heart then you’re going with me.” There was much hope in her voice. Frank couldn’t believe it; Hurkle was too attractive to be single after all! Frank instantly agreed and that’s when Minnie told him all she knew from the briefing. They would be leaving in a day and would arrive by train. The bunker is mainly fit for Minnie stockpiled with excess metals, ammunition, and moderate amount of fuel reserves, parts, manuals for maintenance and that ordeal of operations. Some entertainment had been installed such as a radio, music box, some books, board games, paints of various colors, along with utilities such as light bulbs, cleaning equipment, building materials, etc. For human presence there was a lot less in stock as far as water, food, clothing, and other basic necessities but Minnie said she had a method of dealing with the human needs problem. Frank also knew what this was and knows that this is the worst pain a person probably could endure, and he wasn’t looking forward to that.
Later that day when their preparations to move Minnie to the town near the bunker are complete Minnie asks Frank to sleep with her for the night. Frank collects his things, stows his P38 that almost killed him, and merrily walked out the door when he noticed a letter on his duffel from Hurkle:
Dear Frank;
I hope you know by now you’re being sent to the bunker with Minnie. Good luck man. She asked me last night but I said no instantly, saying I had a girlfriend, I don’t, really. I just couldn’t comprehend being cooped up in a tiny bunker with her for almost a lifetime, probably, and it’s nothing against her but I couldn’t say that to her face. I couldn’t for two reasons; 1. She’s too fragile for that bluntness. 2. She’d kill me. You can show this to her later WHEN YOUR IN THE BUNKER. Well really to be honest I don’t think I could please her in sex, she’s awesome and I’d love to fuck her all night just that she’d get nothing from me, I feel like. Good luck to the both of you, may you remain sane, and may you somehow please her all night, brother!
-Johan Hurkle
Frank smiled at this. His little knowledge and experience he has over Hurkle proved to be his salvation. He couldn’t feel anything but pity for him, still. It seemed he loved her too but felt he couldn’t love her in the dirty fashion well enough. Then Frank saw some reversed letters bleeding through the paper, turning it over he read: P.S. Grow some balls man. Stand your ground you’re very meek around Minnie and officers. Assert yourself. Then insert yourself if you catch my drift. He couldn’t help but laugh at that. He carried on to Minnie’s hanger bringing a pillow and a blanket disregarding his cot; he had a plan. As he walked in he announced his cot was too big to travel on the train and before he could say anything else Minnie responds:
“You weren’t bringing it anyway you’re sleeping up here.” She patted the engine compartment roof just under her gun and gun mantle. Frank happily obliged and somehow hauled himself up with no problems as he usually did before without anything in his arms. He sets up with his head toward her turret and back on the engine fans. She was still running the engine softly only generating a decent amount of heat. Frank would have no problems staying warm tonight. She pulls him up under her turret upslope where her mouth was with a “get up here” to draw him into a kiss goodnight. Frank lifts his chin and mouth up to meet her halfway and is greeted with lips just like her ‘temple doors’ he was in the mood for, only this time he tasted her metallic and diesel flavored mouth and tongue reason why is because it sits right over the engine block. The kiss was warm and inviting, and prompted his steeple to erect itself suddenly. Minnie caught sight of this and sorely denied.
“Sorry sweets but not tonight.” Frank frowned and laid back down looking like a scorned puppy. Minnie sighed with remorse and let him watch as she slid a hand from one of the engine intakes to under the blanket then into his night pants where she wrestled with the steeple. “Fine! But this is a secret and only a hand-job.”
The two laughed at the pun as she went about doing so. With the pleasure around the steeple, the warmth, and the engine vibrations, Frank fell asleep before he came. Minnie soon followed. The two woke at about 05:00 and began loading onto the train. Minnie had a special car developed just for the Maus line, and it was entirely necessary to build. At around 06:30 they departed for a 150km trip to a small village in just about nowhere. Frank sat inside Minnie the whole way, talking to her about how long they actually found love in each other. Minnie explains to him that she never went after him when she seemed to be the type to do that because she wanted him to make the first move, ever since she tested him did she want him. He said about the same except he needed to get off almost every day because of her. That’s nasty. Shut up I was lonely. That sort of stuff.
Once they arrived they unpacked, dismounted, and embarked on a muddy trail to the awaiting bunker. Hitler prized his living machines and didn’t want the Russians getting any sort of information out of them, knowing that they’d be tortured. If anything he’d hope the Americans to find them first, knowing the Americans aren’t as prideful as the Russians, and would be much fairer. That’s why the bunker was so well hidden, it was absolutely massive, but not as big as one would think on the inside, much size came from the yards of concrete used to protect this crown jewel of a tank. The two huge cast steel/iron doors loomed up to the sky, very thick and quite short, they are intended to be covered with dirt, then opened from inside carrying and pushing the dirt away letting the inhabitants inside out, which only had about a meter’s gap between the open doors as Minnie moved towards the inside.
“They said that there’s paints in here right?” Minnie asks as she looks around the concrete gray and steel colored main room.
“Yes they should be in that room there.”
“Because this color is not going to work.”
“Well looks like we have our first time passer already.”
“Other than sex.”
“Well if I have too many orgasms I could die, Minnie, you don’t have that problem. Oh shit I shouldn’t have said anything.” He drops his box of stuff and looks over to Minnie, a cocky smug grin on her lower turret portion.
“I can fix that and you know it.” FUCK NO PLEASE MINNIE I’M NOT READY! “I’ll make it easier on you; while you’re sleeping tonight I’ll do it, alright?” Frank trembles as he nods. They explore around. Minnie has access to only three of the eight rooms. She can enter the main room, go straight back to her room and shut a door or turn right and enter the fuel and ammunition storage room. The other rooms she can’t enter are the kitchen to the left of entering, it’s an open wall but a lower overhang, from there the right is on the way to Frank’s room and joining that is a bathroom connected to his room and the main room. On the kitchen’s left is the giant food storage pantry with many other utensils as well. The last room she can’t enter is the tool and materials shop in the back of the fuel and ammunition storage room where the excessive things are kept. The walls have shelves filled with games, books, the radio set, the music box, and those sorts of things. On his explorations Frank found a large box of condoms in his nightstand drawer. He smirked and softly chuckled at this, he had to find the person who did this and give them a pat on the back. That was great. It took almost four hours to get everything settled and once it was finished, Frank met with all who helped him that day and gave a heart-wrenching speech about how much it means to him.
“One last thing! Whoever put that large box of condoms in the drawer- well done they’ll be useful.” The group breaks in laughing, knowing there was about twenty-nine more for them to find.
Frank and Minnie watch as the last light of day they’ll see in almost a lifetime slowly be shrunk as the doors close. The doors close and lock with heavy pins moving into place. The two remain at their positions, savoring that light for what felt like an eternity. As Frank looks around, Minnie starts slowly smiling and singing that old tune…
“♫Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…♫” Frank starts laughing, he forgot what day it was but she didn’t. “♫Happy birthday dear Frank, happy birthday to you!♫” Frank couldn’t stop laughing, Minnie had an excellent voice, truly superb, but she never liked to sing. Frank loved whenever she was off-guard and would sing unconsciously, he fell in love with all of her, even her dislikes turn habits was adorable. He stops laughing and catches his breath.
“So birthday boy, what do you want first?” She asks seductively as she leans away from him and pulls her trunk-vagina out to show him the subject. He stares at that then tries to look under her hull at the area of her primary hull-vagina to no avail. His eyes continuously dart between the two options.
“Make up your mind already we’ve got a long night ahead of us!”
“But it’s barely past four.” He pauses then remembers the condoms were in the fourth drawer. “Hold on I’ve made up my mind!” He shouts as he darts for the box.
“No you’re not jerking off you prick! Get over here and FUCK me!” She shouts after him then notices he’s carrying a very large box. “What’s in the box?”
“This!” He dumps the open box onto the floor creating a large pile of condoms followed by the packaging box slowly sliding out of the container.
“Only three hundred sixty-five? That won’t be enough!” She exclaims sarcastically reading the box label.
“Maybe so, but I don’t need it for every time, remember?” He looks at her with a naughty grin.
“So that’s what we’re doing? You’re going in all the way. Good choice.” She says as she starts removing his clothing then stops with a thought. “Let’s do this in my room.” She carries Frank and a handful of condoms to her room right behind her. Once they get into the room they shut the massive door with ease then finish stripping. Frank walks around to her ass and crawls under; Minnie following him with both a lusting gaze and a bunch of her non-hand manipulators then encircles him. She then opens them up, and inserts them into a screaming, pleading Frank.
“I’m sorry, sweets, but my first gift is a sort of… immortality. You aren’t immortal, but you’re a lot harder to kill. I’ll fuck you till the dusk of time to make it up, baby.” She begins to pump him full of her fluids, it completely reconstructs his innards and converts his entire body with the worst pain in the world- the body feels like it’s being crushed, ripped apart, set ablaze, slowly churned to nothing, then plastered to everything. He was finished converting in around five minutes, at this time Minnie drags him across the soft covers and mattress probably placed in her room only for when they had sex, opened up one of her ‘breast feeding’ ports under the forward towing eyes and shoved the nozzle into his mouth and had him drink some of her fuel and oil to feed his brand new energy system. Frank found the taste he was appalled by yesterday to be very tasteful and satisfying today. Once she found him full she removed his nozzle feed and admired his unchanged exterior as he did as well. There were a few changes, however, his veins and blood vessels weren’t blue or red, they were shades of silver, and his saliva was also a silver fluid as well. Then as he looked around more he saw the head of his erected cock was also silver along with the underside and more sensitive than before, Minnie said under his tongue and at the very edges of his eyes was silver too, really the only parts of his body that once was flesh colored pink-red and wasn’t silver was the majority of his mouth, his lips, and nose.
“I feel… more… energetic to start with.” Frank says in awe of what has happened.
“Good, we’ll fuck for a very long time then.” She responds dragging him back to her better temple for his new steeple to be merged with. This time he can see a lot better than when he initially climbed under, and marvels at the beauty that is Minnie’s vagina. It was much more elegant than her secondary, and a bit smaller, with a large profound bulb to the front, elegant parted and extending lips, and dripping wet. Perfect. He slid over to align, then as he pushed gently through her first greeting he encountered firmer resistance: the cervix. The cervix didn’t want to give no matter how much Minnie pleaded for him to stop dicking around and break through already he couldn’t. So Minnie had enough and reached for his steeple, grabbed it, and shoved it through her cervix with a mighty roar and moan sounding from her and her engine cranking as strong as it can. At first when he punctured it’s clutches she raised up off of it a bit, then slowly settled down on him again, all the while he could feel every crevice, bump, ‘muscle’ strain, and the fluid sloshing around his elongated sweet shaft. Minnie took some more deep breaths after settling down then announced she was ready.
“Alright… I’m ready, baby… happy birthday…” She said. He was about to let his wildest, naughtiest dreams come to light and become reality when he remembered something.
“SHIT! The condom!” He darts out, fumbles for a condom that Minnie had already picked up and was trying to put onto his dick. Once she gets it on, without even tightening its strap, she falls onto his waiting steeple and moans and roars her engine again. Frank is hypnotized by the sudden rush he got out of that then regains himself after Minnie pinches his dick and rises back to her usual suspension height. Frank lets his naughtiest dreams unfold in the real world. Minnie is caught off-guard and jumps onto the top of her suspension’s height but there’s no escaping Frank’s pent-up lust. Her eyes go wide, her mouth gapes and drools, her engine starts steaming and smoking it’s so worked, and her suspension begins to quiver, her 12.8cm and 75mm begin to coil back, her breath becomes very long and drawn out for much air to cool her engine. She keeps this up until she cums, that’s where she made a little hop and landed right back down on him, back to his unending loving. As she soaks his legs she scrambles to ask him:
“HOW HAVEN’T YOU CUM YET?!! OOOHHH FUCK!” Frank is literally going at her like a machine.
“I-DON’T-KNOW-I-THINK-I’VE-CUM-A-FEW-TIMES-NOW-I’M-JUST-EN-JOY-ING-THE-FUCK! He is completely focused on keeping his steeple in her temple, thrusting in and out, and the feelings he’s getting from her ever changing grip from gentle to firm to tight to strangle-hold back to gentle.
“STOP STOP! I CAN’T KEEP THIS UP!” She trips him then slams down on her armored body with the tracks sinking into the wells of the armored covers on both sides of either tracks.
“God. I thought you said I wouldn’t last long.”
“NO! You-said-that-you-would-die!” She grasps for breath to cool her extremely hot engine.
“Right… well if you’re all machine why’d you stop? Hmm?”
“My engines about-” she pauses to reach for even more air, “-to fucking EXPLODE!”
“Sucks for you!” He shouts to her as he reinserts his steeple into her temple and lays there moaning with his head propped on his hands in a laid-back fashion. “This’ll be great.”
“Frank… I think I’m going to sleep, alright? Wake me if you tear the condom inside me so I can override it, alright baby?” She asks sounding completely exhausted leaving herself to sit on her body with Frank’s throbbing dick buried inside her wonderful vagina.
“Sure thing, I’ll just be relaxing here. One more thing, please, if you can please get your secondary down here too please?” He asks her, she gives to him via another hatch above his head, placing it under his right arm onto his chest then asks him why. “Because you’re going to have a wonderful time asleep, that’s why.” She soon falls asleep, Frank takes in the heat radiating from her vaginas, and the gentle throbbing of her primary around his sensitive cock, and the slow drizzles of cum she has slowly sliding from her primary. You know, this might not actually be all too bad. I’ve got a beautiful woman who will fuck for seemingly forever, we’ve got loads upon loads of books, quite a bunch of games, I could paint her after we paint the walls, life’ll be good for quite a while. He reaches for her secondary, pulls it to his mouth, and starts licking and drinking her glorious silver nectar he’s come to love and enjoy in his mouth.
December, 2014, 70 years after Minnie and Frank were locked into the bunker.
“Happy birthday Frank!” Minnie says as Frank wakes up. He’s lying on her engine compartment and leans up to give her a long French kiss good morning.
“Damn already? How old am I this year?” He barely changed in the seventy years past since they adapted him. He was thirty-one at the time he was changed but only looked thirty-five.
“You’re one hundred and six years old, grandpa.” Minnie had been painted around four times in the seventy years, and the bunker interior painted around twelve times. Minnie was a mix of red-brown, yellow, and green spots and marks while the bunker was a homely and comforting light brown that complemented the tile-steel floor well.
“Well you’re still seventy so you’re a grandma for this grandpa.” They smile and kiss again. Frank gets up and hops off her pulling away his bedspread and pillow, then moves to make a small meal of food. “What do you want this morning, babe?” Minnie had grown a liking to much human food along with fuel as her source of energy, though small may those food portions be.
“Canned ham, please.” Frank nods and fetches the can and returns to the counter. “With a side of beef cake Frank.” Frank smiles and Minnie looks at him innocently.
“What’s on the news of the outside world, hun?” Frank asks, Minnie rolls to the nearby radio and switches the old thing on to the radio channel’s frequency.
IN BREAKING NEWS TODAY A NEW TERRORIST GROUP HAS A SMALL LOCAL TOWN THEY CLAIM IS HARBORING A NAZI BUNKER WITH A LIVING TANKTHEY MUST PUT AN END TO. THE GROUP HAS BEEN NOTED TO GO AFTER ANY AND ALL SO CALLED LIVING VEHICLES BUT USUALLY END UP IN PROPERTY DAMAGE AND INNOCENT CIVILIANS KILLED. MANY BELIEVE THEY ARE OUT TO START ANOTHER WORLD WAR WHERE THEY CAN GAIN POWER AND DESTROY THE WEAKENED COUNTRIES THAT OPPOSE THEM. THE POLICE AND MILITARY HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING ABOUT IT DUE TOO THE CIVILIAN HOSTAGES AND THE LARGE NUMBERS OF EX-SOVIET COLD WAR TANKS THE GROUP HAS BROUGHT. IF THERE IS A TANK THERE, THEY ARE READY FOR IT.
“What the fuck?” Frank says. “How the hell would they know that? This is a secret bunker and as far as I know the records are destroyed. But still we can’t let them do anything to the civilians, that’d be-”
“Shut up Frank. Something’s on my radio?” She seems confused, the bunker is extremely thick. “I’ve never gotten a radio transmission before except when they were…”
“Oh shit. They’re here!”
“Right…on…top…of us…” She said dark and shocked.
“Well we aren’t going to sit here! This is German land and they aren’t going to bring harm to ANYONE on German soil when we can do something about it!” He sounded very angry, just like the breakup of Germany in ’45 he was pissed. “Gear up Minnie; we’re going out into the world again. Why are you so excited in a time like this? They’re threatening our people!”
“Because now I get to shoot some poor bastards! Finally a use for all my fuck-ton of training!” She hollers as she rolls into the ammunition and fuel room. Frank follows her in after grabbing his old field uniform from his service time. They load up the external fuel tank and fill the internals completely. He hands her shell after shell of 12.8cm rounds then a box of 75mm rounds for the secondary gun, she handles them and places them in her turret’s ammunition racks and unhooks the roof mounted 7.62 MG 42 off the wall and smiles as she hands it to Frank.
“Hell yeah, Minnie.” The two reenter the main chamber, Frank climbs up to mount the MG and load it while Minnie loads and APCR shell into the 128 and a HE shell into the 75, revs her engine to test it, purring like a lion, and finally Frank walks to the switch board and grabs the old lever that opens the doors. “Ready, sweetie?”
“I’ve been waiting seventy years to kill something. Do it.” He pulls hard on the lever as it screams and creaks and groans. Then he races for her hands offering a boost up as the heavy set doors crunch and push away at the years of dirt piled up outside. For the first time in seventy years, daylight breaks into their eyes. “Let’s fuck these bastards up!”
They lurch forward as fast as Minnie will go, she climbs out of the bunker and into a landscape not like the one they left behind, being all white and tranquil except for the ass-fucks drilling into the hillside about a hundred meters to the left. Minnie turns her turret and turns her body towards them at the same time to get on the T-62’s side as soon as possible. The T-62 wasn’t expecting a fucking barn to emerge out of the side of the hill and the commander stood like a scared cat gawking at the size of the mighty Maus and the gunner desperately cranking the turret to them… to no avail. Minnie shoots right into the side under the turret just as the surrounding men open fire with small arms automatic rifles. The 12.8cm rips through the side and sets off the ammunition storage, sending the turret upwards into the sky in a plume of fire and smoke and coming down near the hull of the T-62. Frank blasts the standing men with bursts of the world’s second fastest machine gun in the world, first being the mini-gun, and the four men standing soon fall to the Earth tasting what so many men had in the years the 42 reigned supreme.
“THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!” Minnie screams happily.
“Fucking hell yes, Minnie, let’s do it again!” Not a moment too soon as another T-62 comes out of the town’s shadow and fires at Minnie’s front. PLUUNGGGGG! The shot bounces off the thickest armor in the world with no hope of even hurting this mad beast.
“Ah that tickled you fuck!” She yaws back, shooting another shot into the spot just beneath the turret. This time no ammo is hit but the engine in the back is shredded and bursts into flames while the terrorist crew are burned and shredded to death by the metal fragments the shot brought with it from the armor meant to protect them. “Aww Frank, they think they’re people.” Minnie and Frank race to the town to encounter the other T-62’s they find with their radio communications. They come up on the ass of one and shoot right into the engine block, sending the moving tank into a lurch forward and the turret blasted off into a third floor apartment room. More men run into the streets to be met with a hailstorm of bullets that rip them limb from limb. One man in the back looks to be holding a weird looking Panzer Faust aims at the face of Minnie, he sends it off and runs for safety while the RPG smacks Minnie right in the mantle, spewing hot molten metal everywhere.
“FUCK THAT BURNS!” She wails the only real pain she had was due to something that barely chipped the surface. She fires an HE into the street, sending shrapnel and debris in all directions, they heard no screams. “I don’t think we got him.” They press forward into a T intersection where a shot just barely glances off the rear plate traveling across; just a foot inward and the ammo on Minnie could have been hit. “You PERVERT! How dare you TOUCH my ASS?!” She bellows and turns to face the courageous tank trying to put this beast down. She lines up square on it and gets shot in the middle of the lower glacis plate, the weakest part of the front, and it does nothing. PWWUUUNNNGGG! She lets out a happy sigh: “I love that sound,” she fires into the ground. “FUCK!” The T-62 begins to move backwards as it fires another round, this time at Frank who’s crouching in the commander’s hatch manning the personnel defense weapon. “FUCKING HIT HIM MINNIE!” She fires at spot opposite the commander’s cupola and silences the tank as it gets caught in a wreckage of a car, tracks hopelessly spinning with no ground to grip. “Let’s crush ‘em!” She moves toward the stranded tank with a very disturbing grin. She slowly climbs on top of the tank, using all 188 tons she has to flatten a tank. As the tank crunches beneath her she makes another remark: “I think I like that sound just as much.” Suddenly a rocket screams past the fuel tank from the other side of the street. “FUCKING HIT HIM FRANK!” He brings the gun around and lights up the entire set of windows the rocket’s smoke trail came from, followed by a man with flesh falling off him tumbling out the window.
“FRANK!” Minnie screams as a war-crying man jumps from a window onto Frank’s backside dropping his stupid Panzer Faust on the roof. Frank throws him off his back but is met with a pistol to the face. Minnie screams as the man pulls the trigger three times. Frank sits there questioning what the fuck just happened as the bullets met his head and bounced off leaving silver indents like on Minnie’s body. A malicious smile comes across his face; he climbs out of the hatch and stands above the quivering attacker. He fires more of the mag into Frank, in the head, chest, legs… no-no square. The man trembles as Frank moves forward, then smiles wickedly as he puts the gun to his own head and pulls the trigger… Click! Click! Click! The man’s face twists into that no one’s face should turn into; Frank picks him up and asks Minnie: “How do you think he’ll sound?” She responds with: “Let’s find out, shall we honey?” Frank tosses him off the back right in line of Minnie’s right track and she begins to roll backward onto the screaming, pleading man. “I don’t think I like that sound.” She says a little horrified that his guts were seeping through the track links and she could feel them on her wheels. “I’ll give you a foot rub later.” He says, climbing back to his position with authority. At the end of the road was another T-62, only this time the building at the end was a diner with an open window pane wall, behind that was all the citizens rounded up inside, above them was a massive number of terrorists in the windows with stupid looking Panzer Fausts and machine guns aiming at Minnie and Frank. “Shit.” A man with a bull horn made an offer: “Lay down your arms turn your backs to us, and they will not be hurt. We’re here for you and you only. You have ten seconds to start moving or the tank plows through the diner.”
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Minnie asks gesturing to the rocket launcher on her roof in Frank’s reach.
“Let’s do it!” Frank reaches for the launcher; Minnie fires and HE shell into the top of the second floor obliterating it, just as the T-62 starts bolting toward the diner Frank aims and fires the rocket, smacking it in the engine’s side and thus killing the tank’s mobility. Frank tears the bull-horn man to pieces with the 42 then aims at the T-62, whose crew was exiting the tank with their hands up in surrender. Just then a tank with the new German flag rolls up from behind and passes them where they can read Blitzkrieg off the side while military trucks and medical vehicles roll in behind. Frank unloads the 42 as Minnie spits the 128 shell out the back of her gun.
“Boy, some birthday. Now we’ve got to deal with this.” He says as a young man approaches them.
Fin The Mighty Maus
Here’s a ‘little’ song that goes with the end battle and pretty mush sums up the Maus. It’s Disturbed’s Indestructible; a heavy metal song to warn yall for I love metal music. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWxBrI0g1kE
