IS-3-way

IS-3Hellcat TD

HaM side story of an IS-3, Hellcat, and a lucky human. This takes place in the closing months of the World War when IS-3s were just being started on the fields of war, although none actually made it to the front in time they did participate in the victory parade. The Hellcat is just that same legendary tank destroyer.

IS-3-way

Demon and Allen were strolling through their Russian allies; it was 1945 in the closing days of Hitler’s third Reich and the American and Russian armies were running into each other all over Germany. Demon was a M18 Hellcat with scores of kill tally marks on his turret’s right side and DEMON painted across his glacis, Allen was his seasoned driver with a charm that wooed women in any country he was in, a charm not lightly used, either. As they meander through the camped Russians and Americans trying to talk to some Russians a loud feminine voice with a heavy accent sounds from their right.

“You Americans look bored, no?” She was a long tank with a paint job too new looking to have seen any combat. Her green eyes on her angled teardrop shaped turret were eager and hopeful. Allen was admiring her angled hull armor, unique in that it points like and arrow head, Allen thought it was ingenious.

“Yes! Finally a Russian to talk too! We ain’t bored anymore; here I’m Demon, a Hellcat tank killer, and this guy’s my driver Allen, what do they call you?” Demon was very excited to talk to an ally of another side of the damned fatherland; he couldn’t stop staring at her huge gun.

“They call me spearhead,” she gestured to her comrades a good distance around the group. “But the little girl that would play with me before I left called me Dima, I like that better.”

“Pleased to meet you Dima, so what’s it like over there in the Russian army?”

“And what gun is that?” Demon spurts out still eyeing her gun.

“Huh, my gun is one hundred and twenty two millimeters Demon,” Demon felt small, he had a seventy six and his jaw-dropped expression turned into a sly smile as the thought that he could shove his whole gun inside hers and that obviously turned into something dirty. “But it’s quite lonely, very lonely here. No one talks to me like this, only commands, orders, occasionally a morning greeting. That’s it.” She was looking a little downed; Allen thought how he could make this a good time for her. He was never lonely and never thought of vehicles sexually but he thought if it ended up there then damnit he’ll give it a shot or get Demon laid.

“Well we’re here now and you’re the only ruskie here that speaks English, how do you speak English?” Her eyes darted to him full of hope again, and caught some of his charm.

“Well when I got close to front I heard you Americans on my radio, I learned through there. How long exactly is… now?” She was hoping to take hold of the chance not to die a virgin if they ever do scrap her, she liked how Demon was ogling over her gun and something about Allen fanned her fire. “I was never on the front, never killed a German… you could share some of your stories! You must have plenty!” She was begging the two, they talked forever about the kill stories, going through all of his kill marks and making Dima look at them in awe at the shit they pulled out of their asses when they were cornered. Dima’s lust continued growing and festering, she used whatever she could think of that she remembered from the radio tunes to flirt with them. She tried her best to swoon the boys, Demon seemed to be interested but Allen was looking a little unmoved.

Soon the sun was setting, however, and by this time Dima was craving her first time to be by two Americans, she had to snatch up Allen some way. She went out on her own accord to catch Allen; she seemed to gain a hold of him while Demon looked like he would plow her in front of everyone. Allen was thinking it has come to a one night stand, but she didn’t look bad, the angles in her hull were attractive, her turret shape was nice and appealing, her roof mounted machine gun continuously caught his eye, and he could only wonder how her ‘ass’ looked. He’d soon find out.

“So you boys have plans later?” She could barely contain her excitement, and if anyone were to walk by behind her would see it too.

“No we’re clear for the night.” Demon rapidly responded, he wanted her body bad, and really craved her gun-it was so mighty and powerful yet so simple in design.

“Well I did want to hit the town, maybe a pub-” Allen was saying.

“You don’t need any German girls.” She started, thinking what to follow up with. “Ever been with a Russian gal?” She wore a sly smirk. Allen was contemplating her proposal; he hasn’t been with a Russian or a machine much less a Russian machine. He finally sighed and responded.

“Can’t say I have, Dima, it’ll be a first for me.” Dima smiled, she had no clue where they could bang but she didn’t care where.

“Russia doesn’t look kindly upon this type of bonding, so… any idea where, Americans?”

“I’ve got a spot,” Allen settled, “but its back on our side so if you could… sneak over here… we’d be golden.” She nodded very fast, supercharged on adrenaline and anticipation. The two tanks weaved on out into a field then darted for the tree line. Demon’s max speed is ninety-two kilometers per hour, almost three times Dima’s, and realizing this he went back around and pushed her as best he could noticing that the spare track link mounted on the lower of the two sloping rear plates was oozing precum and knew where her mysterious port was, while Allen found the same thoughts. Not too long into the trip all three were ready to get it on. They venture through the woods for a decent while before coming upon a clearing. It looked like an undiscovered old park, abandoned for Mother Nature to reclaim her lost land; it was still picturesque.

“You’re most romantic, Allen.” Dima said as the scenery moved her internally and gave her confidence that no one will intrude upon them, the worn brick wall still stood tall and mighty.

“When the fuck did you find this?” Demon asked moving around Dima to get a better look around.

“Well my family came here to see my grand pop’s grave, and this was one of the places we visited most often here.” He looked around with flashbacks upon flashbacks whizzed by his eyes. “Is that damn tree still there? Holy Jesus it is! Damn that tree’s old…” They sat and savored the moment until the full moon lifted above the tree line to light up the scene with its light blue gleam. Allen looked to Dima’s light green eyes watching the stars and moon like it’s a mystical being.

“Ever see the stars before, Dima?”

“No, if that’s what they’re called in American, I’ve not seen the stirs before.” Demon grinned at her pronunciation of stars. “I can watch then later, let’s take the time at hand and fuck!” Her tone change was swift and shocking, none cared and continued as planned, or what they thought was the plan. As Allen moved behind Dima and Demon followed, she protested with her own plans.

“No no, what are you doing, Demon? I have a mouth in front and a cunt in back. Use them my lovers.” Demon instantly hit into reverse to take the blow job first, her gun was an attraction irresistible to him. The two Americans got to their appropriate ends and admired it.

“Are you two ready?” Dima could barely contain herself she was so excited. Demon nodded while Allen was unlatching the steel cables from their mounts that held the spare track link to the source of her leaking. He undid the cables and lifted the link off and to the side, multiple tethers of her silver fluid still holding to it; he stared in amazement at how enticing her vagina was. Demon was sitting in front of a waiting hungry Dima, trying to get the extra armor put on his crotch by his crew off, Dima said fuck this and ripped it off herself revealing a hidden force also trying to remove it. His long gunmetal shaft looked thick and filling to Dima, she licked her lips as Demon rolled forward to her cues then lifted him onto her chest without his consent to plunge his massive size into her mouth.

“Holy fffuck!” Demon was instantly hit with this vast feeling of pleasure as Dima sucked and toyed at his metal member; licking, wrapping, caressing, all for Dima and Demon’s personal pleasure. Allen smiled at this thought, it was Demon’s first time having sex and he felt proud of Demon as he opened up his fly and let loose his veteran member to probe at the soft spot of this armored beast. He rubbed her tall slick lips with his shaft head, sending trembles and moans down her chassis, before he slowly and gently eased into her cavern sending even more trembles and moans through her. Her whole body quivering gave more pleasure feeling to Demon’s probe like it was vibrating, making him moan more. Allen was thinking to himself how he was going to please her giant welling when it slowly began to shrink in size, acting like a Chinese handcuff and constrict everything, bringing up her cervix to a more human like proportion. Allen was breath taken by the feeling inside her; he expected warm steel feeling with a good shaking by her immense engine that was literally right there. While the engine vibrations guess was right the feeling wasn’t; her entirety felt ungodly good, soft and plush with a hidden firmness below that with much heat and fluids baking his dick in all a way that made him agree this was better than any human was. He slowly pulled out drawing moans and complaints, first out of her tight cervix, then from her vagina, letting her collect herself after her first penetration, then slowly went back with a little more umpf and gradually increased speed and force until he was plain out fucking her.

Demon was very much enjoying what Allen caused back there affected Dima up here, her moaning rattled her mouth and her quivering shook her tongue around his probe bringing him even closer and faster to his orgasm goal. Her playing drooled out onto his chassis and her chest, rolling down her angled hull and off to the dirt, her eyes were clenched shut basking in the pool of her stimulation. She started to feel Demon’s shaft stiffen and throb stronger and faster when he confirmed her thoughts:

“Aaahhh Dima I’m close!” He was preparing for an orgasm he’d never felt before. Just as he’s there she pulls him out and pushes his end up above her gun letting him discharge onto her turret in a loud sound of pleasure. Some of his silver cum slopped down her turret side and entered the reach of her adventurous tongue to taste his essence with delight before turning her focus to the human rocking her world and her ass with an intensity that made her look like she was in pain.

Allen was soaking up the feeling that Dima gave him; he wanted this to be as good for her as it was for him but he knew he’d finish before her, even if she was virgin. He went down with his hand and stroked and turned her metal bulb sparking louder moans and wails from her. She had an empty mouth and was most likely crying about how good he felt in Russian, but neither man knew Russian. He was trying all angles searching for something to level the playing field, and knew instantly he found it when her shaking suspension gave out in the front three and she tried backing on to him screaming in even more high pitched screams of lust. He felt her grasp on him constrict hard, the thickness of plush material thinning until it is but the thickness of a nickel when he pulls out followed by her rush of cum spewing in streaks as she moans loudly in sporadic bursts. Allen finishes himself off outside letting out onto her armored plate and before he’s realizing it Dima’s turning around having them trade places at her pace.

“Shit- it might be a while for me, Dima… Ohh fuck!” Demon was resetting his probe and staring at the aching, dripping slit that’s growing larger to accommodate his size.

“That’s fine. Allen looks ready now.” Dima says grabbing and hauling Allen to her lips licking them intensely. Because her mouth is on the underside of the turret overhang, Allen didn’t notice the razor teeth Dima possesses until he’s right there and at her mercy. “Don’t worry sweets, I won’t bite.” She clamps down on him, releasing a moan and groan from the both of them. Dima licks his head cleaning off any pre-existing cum he has, and deeply loves the taste of his human flesh and fluids. “Mmmm you are delicious!” Dima exclaims to him.

“Aaahhh uhh, please don’t bite, please? I’ll be much tastier whole, thank you.” He says nervously, Dima smiles and looks at him innocently with her large green eyes and continues sucking and blowing and caressing. Demon, who doesn’t want to miss out on too much fun, extends two manipulators to circle Dima’s port entry point. He enjoys her cries as he pops in and out periodically, then pulls them apart trying to peer inside but sees nothing. He decides to return a favor and grabs ahold of her wide body at the sprockets, and hauls her heavy ass up onto his protesting hull where his faceplate is level with her vaginal plate. He splits her open again and peers in spotting wet soppy walls of goodness and a good ways in her cervix moved back for his size. He licks the just insides of her walls sparking the best moan she’s made yet. Allen feels her mouth vibrating with the moan and catches her eyes crossing in pleasure, he again felt pride in Demon again, and was hoping he could go back to human women happily, Dima was rocking his world and proving she was better than any other woman… and this is her first time, it’s a shame he’ll probably never see her again.

Allen wasn’t sure what Demon was doing to her back there but it was something because she was faltering in giving him a BJ now, her shuddering still kept him going, though. What Demon was doing was sinking his tongue deeper into her tunnel and lapping at her tasteful insides making her engine kick up a bit in amusement. Once he was rock hard and ready again Dima was closing in on her orgasm, so he decided to eat her out fully and let her explode on his faceplate, returning the whole favor, before placing her down again to get back to finishing Allen off. He couldn’t wait one bit and grabbed ahold of her again and pushed his member into her depths giving her a slow long moan of acceptance. Dima was absolutely overwhelmed, Allen tasted astounding, and Demon just seemed to keep going and going and going! She was thinking that he didn’t seem that big in her mouth, he wasn’t. Demon was lengthening his shaft’s reach, usually for coupling with others with hard to reach ports, but here it’s used as an extension to his whole. Although it’s not as sensitive as most of his body it could feel the pressure growing as he trekked deeper while his actual probe was indescribably stimulated with a very hot surrounding deep inside her cervix. Allen was at his edge and announced it but Dima didn’t hear him, having him cum in her mouth and it spurting all over her tongue, she completely felt whole, like this gift her two lovers have given her made her great, that she had purpose to her life, and she couldn’t live on without purpose anymore. Dima tasted Allen’s seamen on her tongue and didn’t care, she put Allen back on the ground and slammed her forward body down to get the most of Demon and screamed in delight in a mix of Russian and English.

“FUCK! OH FUCK! FUCKING DRILL INTO ME DEMON! DA DA DA YES DA YES YES YES! DAT’ MNE CHTO HUI! OOOHHHH!” He was going on and on; he wanted to get every inch into her and was certain that he would until she screamed at the top of her voice as he reached a searing hot wall in the back, the end of the line. He wanted to pull back to push again but also wanted to sit here, buried inside her. Allen came around, he was done with the night and wanted to get back what was rightfully his that he left here all those years ago wherever he left it, when he stopped by Demon who looked… different.

“Allen,” he asked somewhat nervously, Allen looked over as he put his package back into his pants covered in her liquids. “Allen I think- I think I’m in love with her…” Allen nodded and circled his finger in the air and mouthed ‘I’ll be around’ then kept going, wondering how he’s going to break it to him she can’t stay. As for Demon’s decision whether or not to fuck her or spoon with her, Dima answered it by grabbing onto his hull and holding him inside, the two of them moaning and loving each other for a good while before she began pushing him out.

“No no, here, I’ll do it.” He said, holding her hands with some of his, he retracted his probe in to him a good bit then extended it out slowly. They continued like this for a while before Dima turned her turret around to face Demon. They locked eyes, her green eyes meeting his gray eyes, she knew there what she could live for- not just Demon but, little Demon, she wanted his child. They closed their eyes together and continued until Dima asked him to pick it up, where he did. He pounded her where Allen could hear her loving yelps from across the park.

“OH! OH! AH DEMON! I WANT YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME! CUM INSIDE ME! OH YES BABE CUM!!!” She could feel him getting closer, and how deep he was she knew there was no chance she wouldn’t become pregnant but Demon pulled all the way out and bent his shaft up onto her upper panel just as she came, she shouted no and grabbed the top of his shaft tight to hold in his seed.

“NO! CUM INSIDE ME DEMON!” Allen heard her scream no and rushed over.

“What happened? Wha- who fucked up?” He asked panicked, he hoped Demon didn’t lose himself inside Dima.

“He did!” She exclaims to him, Allen goes pale, “He didn’t cum inside me! NOT YET at least!” She barked. Allen was confused.

“Dima! Why would I do that to you!? What do you want to raise a kid alone!? I don’t think they’ll do it!” Demon shouts at her, unsure why she wanted to do this. The three argue over this until Dima breaks out crying.

“Because I have nothing to live for!” The two others look at her to elaborate, “I have no purpose now! The war’s over! I’m never talked too! I’m never loved! I just want something to love! To care for! To live for! PLEASE! Plea-he-he-he-hease! Just let me that! I’ll do anything, just- please!” She continued begging and pleading with them. Allen decided one way to grant him time to think.

“Alright here’s what’s going to happen! Dima let him go outside of you, then Demon you’ll go back in but go slow! I’ll think about this because I don’t want you to ruin each other’s lives.” Dima was frantically nodding in agreement, once Demon solemnly agreed she let him go on her gun and engine roof, he was still very warm on her body. Demon looked into her eyes and even though she said nothing her eyes were bartering her life away for this if need be, so he went all the way in again.

Allen was sitting by the tree, he looks up into the night sky and notices a shiny corner of a box… he’d found it, and found a solution to Dima and Demon’s situation with its contents he remembers. He waits ten to fifteen minutes before he goes back to Dima and Demon, both looking like they could explode.

“Demon you can cum now.” Demon’s face instantly turns relaxed while Dima rejoiced and was crying tears of joy and asking if there was anything they wanted, anything. Demon thought about pleasing her anyway he could, and looking at his gun he wanted to plant it firmly between her vagina walls and let her clamp and rub on it all she cared for.

“There is one thing, Dima.” Allen asked.

“I don’t care what is it?!”

“Help me into that tree…” They strolled over to the tree and Dima held him up to climb into the tree, a few hilarious minutes and attempts later, Allen through down an old shoe box with many things in it. Allen slides down and opens it, revealing many old photos, a pocket watch, tinkers and an old key.

“This key, guys, will get you two into the United States.”

“How!?” Dima asks excitedly and questionably.

“Well when we last visited when I was eleven, a whole seventeen years ago, I was given a key, I put it in my box of stuff and kept it there, we last visited the park before leaving for home for the last time, I had climbed my favorite tree with my box hoping to put something in it. I never did and I accidentally left it here, it stayed right up there for all those years, I went mad looking for it, and now, I have this key, this key unlocks a secret cellar, that cellar has some of the world’s rarest wines! Worth millions at the time, if I sell them, I could buy you out of the army Demon, and smuggle you into America Dima.” The two looked at each other in astonishment.

“Thank you! Thank you a lot Allen! Demon, anything you want?” She turned to Demon, she helped Allen and Demon looked like he had something on his mind.

“Hmm… two things: first who was better?”

“You fucked me better; definitely, you’re huge in ratio to him.” Allen sulked; he wasn’t enough for the first time but God damnit pride still got to him. “But! But Allen tasted better.” She winks to Allen, who nodded sarcastically.

“And second: do you want to go again?” He asks out of love and passion, to hopefully sway her into love if that hadn’t happened already.

She ponders his question. “Yes I’m still horny like a slut!” With that the two race off back to the first spot where Demon placed his seventy-six into her chasm, loving her showing of affection while Allen thought how the hell was he going to fit them two in his four stable barn? I mean for fuck’s sake- and to think this is just the beginning!

Fin IS-3-way

Forgot to add in the post-comment. This will be continued much quicker than the other side stories because this will go further into detail as to how my version of tier II living machines procreate altogether… yes human x machine and machine x machine. You should know human x human by now. But this won’t stretch as HaM does, only a small number of inserts.

A6M5 mod. 52 Ayaka Zero

This is my first story of 2015: A HaM side story response to Cerebral error’s Petra post war plane taking place very shortly after Japan surrenders. The ending is something I’m trying and I’d personally like feedback if yall like it or if you don’t. Well enough lollygagging let’s read and enjoy ourselves!

A6M5 Ayaka Zero

Jack cursed under his breath as the long truck hauling a Zero with the wings removed and strapped on either side of the airframe on the trailer of the truck rolls up on his driveway. Jack had specifically asked for the plane to remain intact and not dismantled at all other than the removal of the weapons. He had purchased the plane with money he put into the bank before the war and due to financial tricks and trades had earned enough to buy a formidable Zero he’s drooled over every time he’d dogfight one.

“Ahhh you bastards!”

“Hey calm yourself, Jack. We wouldn’t fit across the bridges with stiff wings so we cut ’em. At least you can fix ‘er.” Jack looked pissed, two months of wait time and he still won’t be able to fly again for at least a week.

“A two month wait lets me build my runway and clear out a hanger, I’ve got fuel and gear for it ready now and you show up with the fucking wings TIED TO THE SIDES!” Jack hit the hefty trucker he’s known all his life with his leather jacket then stood admiring his new plane.

“First- ow! Second- you want me to park the trailer in the hanger?”

“Yes, the hanger’s ’round back. Put the trailer in the hanger with the nose outward, set it down with the jack feet on the ground so I can lower the body down onto its gears, I’ll call you when you can come get it.”

“Got it, Jack.” With that he brought it around and backed into the pristine hanger from the days of biplanes, undid the trailer as per instruction and left with a farewell. As soon as the dust trail was out of sight the hanger doors slammed shut, startling Jack, and he was soon being yelled at.

“You are going to start fixing me now, American! Then we will fly!” She sounded like Kato’s Japanese mother, only excellent English, Jack winced at this and looked at the Zero wide eyed that it wasn’t just talking, enough to freak him, but was screaming at him, enough to break him. And piss himself.

“Holy shit you talk.” He snapped in great disbelief. “And you are not happy.” This caused two eyes to materialize on the corner glass panes with much anger filling them as two metallic arms and hands lashed out to him, grabbing him by his collars and dragging him from the door to about a foot from her nose before screaming again.

“NO I’M NOT HAPPY! I get my wings ripped off and drug across who the hell knows where! Do you know what it’s like to be torn limb from limb!? DO YOU!? Perhaps I’ll enlighten you!” Jack trembles and puts his hands out and shakes his head no very desperately.

“I’LL FIX YOU I’LL FIX YOU PLEASE DON’T!” he almost seemed to cry, he ironically feared amputation greatly and this was something he’d desperately try to prevent. She appeared pleased, taking many relieving breaths as she gently lowers Jack to the ground allowing his legs to ‘take over’ and fall to the floor then crawl until he can get up. Flipping shit the whole time. The Zero crossed her arms under her cockpit, below a set of parted streamline lips aft of the engine nautical and waited about an hour for him to compose himself and grasp the alien thought of a plane threatening to rip him in parts.

“So Zero, how long have you been like this?” She looks to him still pissed.

“My name is Ayaka. In parts? Since you asses started transporting me.” She looked back to Jack and he didn’t look answered. “Alive? Off the line.” Jack looked at her, staring at the metal plates separated at the seams and then her gorgeous body, never able to admire their absolutely gorgeous body! Then he asks another:

“Did it hurt? Can you feel… stuff?” She looked at him like he was a dipshit.

“Stuff? That’s the best you can do? Stuff? A fighter ace by that tally list behind you and the best you can say is ‘can you feel stuff’? Mighty Japan defeated by dumbasses! Glorious!” He sank back; he was being harassed by his new plane. He liked it somehow… “Yes I felt that, I can’t feel my wings anymore but I could at a time. Touch is what you were looking for; I can feel that all around my body.” God knows why but this excited Jack sexually, which he was embarrassed of and hid it to his best ability. Ayaka noticed anyway, experienced and trained eyes provided her the eyesight, but didn’t acknowledge it. Jack got his mind back on track; the sexual wonders aren’t for when she just threatened him with disembodiment.

“Well I’d guess to start is how did they remove them?”

“They unbolted and cut at the pre-made seams. It shouldn’t be that hard.” They began by building block rests for the wings to lie on before the two retired for the night. He’s nice, not abusive and so far pretty gentle and the place is cozy and warm, better than I thought. I could get used to civilian life. Jack too was thinking of the other. Wow they’re so elegant! She’s a little scary and demanding, ah that’ll pass over she is just being defensive, I wonder if she’s scared? Day after day the two tinkered, hour after hour the two came closer to completion, minute by minute they came closer as companions talking about their times in the just passed World War Two, Ayaka a A6M5 model 52 with many kills under her and her pilot’s belts, the darker times in the end of the war, and how her pilot left her to become the divine wind, and how they joked with her for being more American in personality. While Jack talked about being raised in the depression, flipping shit when Pearl was bombed, and how he’d always wanted to be a pilot, how scared he was when the Wildcats he flew dropped like flies when dogfighting Zero’s, and how they’d tediously learned how to fight the superior Zero’s. Ayaka grew accustomed to him, and enjoyed his company greatly; soon she noticed that he was less and less sporadic in his excitement around her until the point of about a day away from completion he grew no bulge at all, whether she liked it or not this saddened her. On the final day she asked the question she’d been avoiding in fear of his response:

“Jack… why did you buy me?” Jack winced.

“Normally I’d say buy but with you please don’t say I bought you, it feels wrong like its slavery.-”

“But it’s not I fly and that’s really all I can do.”

“-Well for me I’d say buying a living, intelligent thing-man made or not-is like slavery.-”

“But what about pets? If I was a pet?”

“-You are no pet, Ayaka, you are no slave, Ayaka, and if you don’t want to stay then that’s your choice and not mine, Ayaka.” He had emphasis on his points; Ayaka grabbed his shoulders and asked again.

“Fine then, Jack, why did you take me in?”

“Well… … … to be honest I’ve wanted one since my first encounter in ’42.” Ayaka was interested and was looking like she was also, “Us poor cats didn’t stand a chance, all you Zekes raped the shit out of our assholes. I wanted one badly, to be on even grounds with you Japs at least. You’re all so elegant, fast, agile and smooth, beautiful.” Ayaka ‘blushed’ turning her body-mounted gun bulges from pure white to a light silver.

“Why did you still want one when we became inferior?” She asked still blushing and flattered.

“Beauty kept it in my mind.” He answered a little unsure as to exactly why, but this was enough to make Ayaka squirm when his back was turned. They moved even faster, the goal within reach, the wing fuel lines reconnected, the airframe merged, the edges sanded and smoothed, and not far into the process Ayaka exclaimed she could feel them again and hugged Jack against her belly, who learned to let it happen, and watched with a smile as she wiggles her newly joined wings. She was so happy that her mind was screaming celebration sex but she suppressed this, and unknowing to her Jack was also lusting for sex, but all he knew of her sex was she was made female. Soon they were finished, and Ayaka’s slit was ferociously demanding to finally be fucked by a man, and Jack had calmed himself and never noticed the silver Mercury fluid dripping and running down from the bottom of her mid-tail. Jack lowered the trailer letting Ayaka onto the cement floor on her own landing gear where she joyously rocked on. He called for his friend to pick up the trailer while he was flying, Ayaka bounced when she overheard him, then eagerly reached for the nearby fuel hoses and began filling herself with the substance, all the while her slit was screaming for her to plug that opening with Jack’s nozzle and fill it up with his creamy dreamy substance, but she painfully waited as they were expecting company, that’s when she was asked a question that almost made her fuck him right there.

“So why are you a girl plane?” She hesitated; she had a habit of blabbering out what’s on her mind when she’s emotional like this…

“Well I have a pussy.” She meant vagina, she inched back to protect him from initial rape, but he nodded his head and raised his eyebrows and seemed like it was understandable. They proceeded on, she was topped off yet thirsty, and she feverishly wiped and cleaned her wetness off her tail as so no suspicion would arise, even though she wanted him to rub and touch and toy with the source all day long and way into the night. She passed thankfully and agreed with her hormones to fuck him somewhere in a clearing later or when they land back here all the while flirting and tempting him. She was going to get laid for the first time, finally today!

“All that’s done, need any help with starting up?” Jack asked Ayaka, she shook her engine nautical no and allowed him to climb in wearing his old flight gear and oxygen mask kit. He asked her to show him how to turn her on. You already did, Jack. She turns over with a sputter then a pleasing hum sending heat and vibrations into the cockpit.

“Ready to fly, Ayaka?”

“It’s about damn time!” With that she hits the throttle, violently thrusting forth down the runway, while Jack watches and studies how she executes a takeoff so he can do this at a later time. She picks up her tail, raises her flaps and leaves the Earth joyously and pridefully, taking in all the fresh air and the rush of wind over her smooth body, the sense of bird-like freedom. “It’s even better than I remember, Jack!”

“I can only agree with you there.” Jack felt untethered, loose, free, when he’d fly, and Ayaka made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He smiled realizing the cheesiness of the description, and was motioned to take the joystick and fly her himself. He grips the plastic handle, resting his thumb on the top button and his pointer and middle fingers on the trigger out of habit, and grabbed her throttle control with his left hand and admired the inside of his beloved plane. “So Ayaka, what should we do first?”

FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Was all she could think, then she spit out the only thing that wasn’t sex: “Any maneuver you can think of.” In remarkable timing, precision, and elegance the two executed Immelmanns, split-s, wingovers, pitch turns, yo-yos, barrel rolls, spirals, scissors, and anything they come up with for hours. Then the two admire the Midwest landscape and the falling sun. Ayaka hatches an idea to show off how slow she can go and pulls low in front and off the side of an upcoming train traveling with it.

“Ayaka why is the train passing us…” Jack spurts a little worried, “how fast are we going?”

“Well in your speeds we’re going at around… mmmm… seventy-six miles an hour.” Jack was astonished; no wonder they outmaneuvered the wildcats so easily. “My stalling speed is about sixty-nine.” Damnit! Why did I say that! Well… I could… She pumps her engine a bit more, vibrating the cockpit and making Jack’s cock pit thicker in blood flow. She talks and flirts until she’s got him without him even noticing what she did. “Jack it’s getting dark and the fuel’s almost gone, I’m going home.” Jack was awed by her referring to the hanger as home, he felt that she wanted to stay here, and she did. He watches closely as she runs through the landing procedure and they smile as they pull up to an empty hanger, the trailer’s gone. She turns herself around and backs in thinking of all the naughty things she’ll do to Jack. Jack learns how to power down and climbs out of Ayaka’s cockpit unaware her eyes are glinting at her soon to be ‘joystick’ and hops down and walks to the man door locking it for the night. “Alright Ayaka, I see why you raped us in the skies, and I’m pretty mind fucked right now so I’m heading to bed.” He’s walking to the main hanger door when out of nowhere Ayaka slams it shut and puts an iron rod down the padlock mounts.

“Why not sleep with me?” She says in a more demanding sexual tone then a passive sexual tone. Jack turns around and meets her gaze and the two simply click together and rush in to meet in a long enticing kiss. Ayaka’s engine is turning over but isn’t running the prop and her slit is producing so much precum that her protective plates are filling like pools with a too slow leak trying to empty them while Jack is growing hard faster than ever before and his heart racing, he was ready and was removing the bulky stuff off his suit. Both of them were in a complete high with the day’s dealings taking a mental toll while there hormones were powering their bodies into overdrive. Ayaka couldn’t wait anymore and tore at his fly and yanked his stick out and hauled his crotch to her awaiting mouth. Jack said nothing but moaned comfortably when her soft, tender, juicy wet lips caressed his dick and her mouth tugged at his shaft with her tongue gone from exploring his mouth to his cock. She thoroughly licked him, giving him a silver sheen when she did pull him out after she persuaded him to let her taste his entirety, and enjoying his little eruption of his delicious cream spurting all around her vast vibrating mouth. She then pulled a crate under her mid-tail and laid him on it, below the source of her silver leak.

“Open wide, sugar.” Jack does as he’s told and eagerly awaits what she has in store for him. Two panels about twenty inches long stretching up to the sides of her tail open like bomb bay doors and a payload of her liquids falls on a shocked Jack; after wiping the fluid out of his eyes he meets a gray belly under the panels with a very beautiful vagina in the middle running about sixteen inches long with a very bright and tasteful looking clit at the top end and very thick and elegant curvy lips running to the bottom dripping loads of her pre onto his body at various points. He adjusts his body and leans up to plant his face firmly in between her pussy lips. He is greatly pleased and aroused by how wonderful she felt around his face and how she tasted and wondered if her hot vagina would cook him like a turkey if they spooned. Ayaka was mesmerized and taken away by the sensations down south. Her eyes crossed at weird angles and she drooled from both lip pairs greatly, this made Jack chuckle thinking he had himself a very wet girl, and her engine raced with the prop ever so gently turning.

“Ahhhhhhhaaaaa Jaaaaackkk! Oh! You have noooo idea how loooong I’ve waited for thisssss!” She dragged on the moments Jack slurped at her clit; waiting for the pressure to tell him she’s cuming. She lasted a very long time, it took Jack a good five minutes to bring her teetering on the edge of washing Jack’s face with her cum, so Jack begged her to let go, dump it all over him, and she did so without a second thought, drenching Jack, making his member ache for her tender love and caressing. He reoriented himself, and with some help of Ayaka’s arms was pressed against the belly with his pelvis hanging below her furnace of a pussy, and in one swoop he thrusts into her welcoming walls and fills the hanger with loving cries in English and Japanese, mixes of moaning and panting along with Ayaka’s engine roaring and the prop spinning more consistently. This was the first thrust and it penetrated the cervix. Ayaka couldn’t resist locking Jack deep inside her and shut her panels on his pants, he was still dressed, and some manipulators trying to feel him from the other side of his clothes gave up on that and opened up his button shirt and pinned it open against her sides letting any remaining manipulators feel his moist and sweating abs, pecks, biceps, and much more while Jack himself was feeling up her long tail wherever he could reach. Soon he noticed waves of pinching on his cock inside her cervix, moving in wave patterns that massaged and nullified his dick making Jack melt brain dead and one hundred percent relaxed in her clutches of his all. Ayaka wanted him to at least once fill her, she knew she was shallow yet long and wouldn’t take too much to coat it all in his wonderful sperm, and that’s what she’ll make him do. She too goes brain dead letting her hormones control all aspects of her: nothing changed except motions around his cock until his cock was shaking more than her engine and then soon enough it erupted like a volcano, penetrating deep inside with his sperm. And all she wanted was more! After a few repetitions and orgasms from the two Jack realizes what she’s doing and begs her to stop before she becomes pregnant.

“No Jack! I’ve waited too long for this and you aren’t going to stop my fantasy!”

“Which is?”

“Filling me up with your hot seamen!” She continued to putty his dick until he said his head felt like it would explode, he was only half way filling her, she inserted a needle into his veins and relieved the deadly pressure that would pop the blood vessel and starve his brain of oxygen; now, there’s no stopping her dream. Jack pulls and pushes against her panels to let him live his desire, which she does, and he begins drilling her. She screams in appraisal and begs him for more; he pushes hard into her forcing part of his groin and crotch inside her tightening walls. He was venturing deep enough to feel his sticky goo inside her plush hot halls didn’t feel normal but enticed him to spread more of it inside her. They fucked like this for hours, finishing off with multitudes of Jack getting hand jobs with his dick head just inside her lips to completely fill every inch of her with sperm. Once that was done Jack’s cock ached very badly and looked swollen and like a few vessels were popped until another blow job from Ayaka cleaned away the oil that he thought was blood. He looked at her opening, strains of his seamen were leaking from it but it still looked appetizing to him and as the two rests, he asks to enter once more, but to be locked like the first times, where the two may sleep the day away, she merrily agreed. As he entered again, he noticed how sticky it was, and Ayaka noticed something tingling deep inside her and how sore she was then she felt the now sticky walls separating and parting for her lover. She pinned him in, listening to his question she thought she’d never hear:

“Ayaka… I know this sounds strange and the papers are going to be very tricky, but- w-w-would you marry me? I know it was a little fast but-”

“Yes Jack I’ll marry you!” Jack was stunned; he smiled greatly and buried his face into her belly giving it a gentle kiss. “No need to do any papers, just get yourself a ring and me some gold paint and we’ll be fine.” The two chuckled, joked a little more, then fell asleep in the light of the rising sun.

Fin A6M5 Ayaka

Well Cerebral, how’d I do? This is my first written plane story and not many more will probably follow. I mean I love planes they’re sexy and you can get into good positions with ’em but I’d rather stick to tanks and ships. Seriously this replaced an IS-3-way story I was writing when I lost all progress so expect that one very soon!

The Mighty Maus (HaM side story)

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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

HaM side story: The Mighty Bismarck

A side story of HaM. It took me longer than it should have, nonetheless enjoy. 😉

Friday 23rd May 1941, 22:50, a young man stands shivering in the cold Atlantic breeze at his post next to his 3m night rangefinder mounted on the port-side wing of the Admiral’s bridge. He was a fresh sailor, on the Fatherlands’ newest warship, the Bismarck. He stood there alone and in the dark because earlier their battle group had been spotted by a British destroyer a few hours past and the ships was on ‘black-out’ where no light will escape the ship to be spotted by any peering eyes, leaving this poor soul outside alone in the blistering cold wind.

“Damn it’s lonely out here, and this cold might just drive me insane! Some position I got alright.” He walks over to the rangefinder’s operator seat and sits down to adjust his pant legs and jacket collar.

“Then it’s a good thing you have me to talk to.” The voice seemed to be coming from the front left of him, right over the railing. He was confused, it’s a two-and-a-half meter drop down, and besides, the voice was a girl’s voice, and all the other men on the bridge at this hour had deep raspy sailor voices. This seemed fresh and soothing.

“Hello there? Anyone to reassure I haven’t gone mad?” He calls as he stands up and walks to the bow facing railing. He leans over to check the deck down below him, then looks left then right where he gets a glimpse of the moonlight reflecting off something white and pointed like shark teeth. They were below the windows and at the center-line of the bridge and the darker line above ran from one window  port of middle to starboard of middle, about two meters long he figured. On the windows two port and two starboard of the center bridge window were dark eye-like pupils looking into his. “That’s new.”

“No you’re not mad, it is pretty nippy up here isn’t it?” The teeth were flashing as the voice spoke, they were part of a functioning mouth, the man figured. He had experienced a machine ‘speaking’ to him but there was no mouth, nothing but a voice in his head whenever it was near him, this was new however, but not frightening. He went over to his seat and sat down trying to hunker from the wind.

“I’m not the first you’ve told am I?” He asked, trying to figure out why she came out on such a night.

“Well you seem to need a friend, you don’t talk to many other people regularly or willfully, and I kind of need another as well, Prinz Eugen isn’t going to be enough for me. This is also a really dark night so I can show my face to you without anyone else seeing it, I’ll still talk to you but my face will be concealed so I stay hidden.” She said this so gracefully to him, she didn’t even know him, and he only knew her name, designation, and route from his post to his quarters to the mess hall and bathrooms. He felt flattered that this ship opened to him first, his luck may be changing. “I’m sure you know my name, what’s your name? I’ve heard people call you ‘Red-nose’ and ‘Reindeer’ and I’d like to know why if you care to share.”

“That’s what the others call me,” He said darkly, with agony, pain, anger, and sarcasm, “The reason why is because my name’s Rudolph Jürgenstien. Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer!”

“You don’t seem to like that at all, I won’t call you but what you want me to call you as, you can call me Biz.” She said with her voice so beautiful, angel like and magical to Rudolph. He felt warmer when she spoke to him; she made him smile just by talking to him personally. “I don’t see why they’d harp on you like that, you seem nice and friendly. Personally I’m jealous of your name.”

“You can call me Rudolph or Jürgenstien, why would you be so jealous? Your name is powerful, you’re named after-”

“A man! I’m named after a he when I’m a she, you see now? At least your name is of your gender.” She cut him off, he nodded and leaned back, thinking of all the other discriminating names he’s been called by people. The only one he could count on to have his back was Hansel, but he refused to join the Kriegsmarine and went into the Panzerkampfwagon division. He too only had one friend; wait if she hasn’t talked to anybody then how is she talking to the Prinz Eugen?

“Hey, Biz, if you haven’t talked to anyone how do you talk to Prinz Eugen?” Bismarck explains that the two of them use their radios to talk discretely, then the two talks about how no one’s noticed before. She explains that her eyes are one-way, where her pupils are clear on one side, and visible on the other while she can also make her pupils go clear to hide them, then that her mouth has a cover for that. “Basically I have all that a human girl would have! Except hair, I don’t have hair.” Rudolph brought up legs, she said they weren’t physically legs but her propellers were fugitively legs. Then she emerged a tentacle-like arm with a hand like object at the end, “My manipulators” she explained with a shiver in her voice. The manipulators, she tells, are as sensitive, if not more, than the same sensitivity of a human hand. She locks up as Rudolph heads inside for a thicker heavy-duty coat for the snowstorm they’re approaching. She talks to Eugen about him.

He’s not bad, seems nice and friendly, kind of cute, too. She sends to Eugen, Eugen replies:

Go after him Biz! Don’t make the same mistake I did! You probably won’t find a man of us out here; if you do it’ll probably be British or American. All other guys are typically stuck up civilian snobs looking only for a good one-night deal.

I’ll think about it, Eugen.

Don’t, just go for it, you won’t be sorry.

Rudolph gets back and Eugen sends one more before shutting off her radio for the night. DO IT. Biz gets to see him clearly as he steps out, moving her left eye over to her left side, switching from where it was to the center window on the port side of the bridge, she had plentiful opportunities before but she never cared to pay attention, this time she was with lustful eyes. He was on the shorter end of life, maybe a little over one-and-a-half meters tall, his coats hid his thickness but he seemed pretty fit with his movements, he had jet-black hair and a smooth, but bold, nose that was red and runny because of the cold temperatures, he had rounded cheeks and a soft brow transition with a soft-point chin with cold and trembling lips. She cursed the need for clothes to protect him from the cold; she also cursed the cold for making his appearance altered by constant shivering and trembling. She talked to him some more, about his shift, his experience so far, his past, basic stuff to lead into something a bit more… emotional. They talked for hours, forming a bond quite strong, not to the point Bismarck wants to be but close before Rudolph had to retire his shift for the night. Damn! So close! Bismarck thought as he left, she knew he’s going straight to sleep, no more time to talk.

Holy shit. Rudolph thought to himself on his way to his quarters, I don’t have any friends on this ship but one, and that one IS THE SHIP! Wow, that’s really ironic, I think she liked me; her eyes would dart up and down my body like, like Anna did to Hansel! He silently celebrated; someone’s finally got the hots for him. He entered the room filled with twenty other men sleeping in their hammocks quietly, he changed clothes, climbed into his hammock, and his final thoughts as he drifted to sleep was Biz saying “Basically I have all that a human girl would have!” and wondered what exactly that included…

Saturday 24th May 1941, 05:47, all crewmen called to battle stations and all doors sealed, two British warships spotted on the horizon. Rudolph hurries to get into his fatigue as fast as adrenaline mixed with an hour of sleep permit him, then he races to his position on the night rangefinder next to Bismarck’s ‘head’. As he runs through the door the door slams shut and locks behind him, Biz shut it. Rudolph doesn’t care as he needed to do that anyways; he mounts the rangefinder and says good morning to Biz. All of a sudden a whistling sound shrieks into his ears followed by a plume of water. A salvo just barely missed Biz. Rudolph is in awe by the monstrous eruption of white water foam and spray. He regains and starts cranking the rangefinder toward the two ships on the distant horizon, as he looks into the eyepiece marking and relaying the numbers he notices the ship on the horizon is the British pride, H.M.S. Hood.

“Here we see the Hood, trying desperately to attack a much greater foe, although it is supported by a King George class, there is no hope for the little Hood.” Biz comments as her four turrets named Anton, Bruno, Cäsar, and Dora wielding two 38cm naval guns each align onto the Hood using the numbers from Rudolph to get the area down. She sends a salvo on Eugen’s cue, negative on hits. This repeats until Eugen scores a hit on Hood with the 4th salvo round, then two rounds later switches to the King George V class as Hood traverses port to bring the rear turrets into operational use, on Bismarck’s 5th salvo, the once mighty Hood erupts in a massive explosion, lighting up the dark morning sky so beautifully. Biz smiles when she sees that Rudolph is in awe, watching the fireball like a child at a fireworks show.

“You’re so amazing, Biz.” He says, and then cranks the rangefinder to the King George V class; he peers in and notices that the forward turret with four guns is unresponsive, in that it’s still aiming to the bow instead of port, where Biz and Eugen sit with concentrated fire upon it. Then the bridge erupts in an explosion, and the King George turns tail south and flees with a smoking superstructure. Rudolph kept a mental count on the hits; Biz scored a hit on Hood and four on the other, while Eugen scored one on Hood and three on the other. “Biz. You. Are. Amazing.” He says, taking pauses for dramatic effects, and to take deep breaths to slow his heart-rate down. She takes the comment and persuades him to stay with her, she was hit three times. Rudolph apologizes for not noticing; she doesn’t mind but tells him where she was hit.

“I was hit in section XX port passing through XXI starboard no explosion, however the forward pump room is flooded so we can’t pump fuel to level the flooding, I was hit amidships in section XIV and caused minor flooding of the port dynamo and I think there’s some water in port boiler room two, they’re probably going to shut down the affected generators and possibly the affected boilers too. The third hit the Admiral’s gig; no real damage was done but the pressure tank for the Arado’s catapult lost all its air, something damaged the system somewhere.” She reported, although Rudolph did take this to concern her voice made him feel like nothing could ever hurt them, that she was unsinkable and he and the crew would be fine. The battle group changed course 180° southward. The doors were unlocked and opened; the danger had passed, but due to the damages Bismarck was slowed to only 24 knots. She knew she could go 30 knots, quite a feat for any ship her size much less a heavy warship. Rudolph stays with her on her bridge wing having a confusing three-way conversation between Biz, Eugen, and Rudolph, after a while this grows confusing and tiresome for Rudolph, who has only had an hour of sleep, and he takes a nap in the rangefinder’s seat. After about two hours, Bismarck is turned around 180°, leaving Prinz Eugen to go about on her way.

Well looks as though we’re parting, Eugen.

Yes it seems, Rudolph didn’t seem bad at all, I’m actually jealous. We’ll still be able to communicate with each other just as we are now. Godspeed, Bismarck.

Good luck to you Prinz Eugen, and good hunting.

Good luck for you with Rudolph. Remember the tricks I taught you.

Thank you again, and Godspeed to you as well.

She ended the radio message and turned her invisible eyes to Rudolph, sound asleep in the chair. She ran a manipulator up his back and over his shoulder up to his forehead and started to gently rub it with her ‘thumb.’ Soon you’ll be all mine, Rudolph. She thought of the old Christmas tune. Rudolph my little reindeer, with your eyes so right, won’t you guide my shots tonight? She giggled at her little joke, his fire control system guiding her shots on target. Then she thought of another little rhyme: Rudolph my love I’ll protect you, would it be you love me too? She closed her eyes and thought of their love, she started wanting him, intensely. Rudolph my little reindeer, let’s make love where all will hear! She squirmed her manipulator into his pants but stopped. She knew she couldn’t do it here, she couldn’t bear the shame for it, and either Rudolph wouldn’t want to do anything sexual with her or he’d never forgive her for the shame she caused him. It’ll need to be at night. She sulked and removed the manipulator inches from Rudolph’s package she desired so badly, to Rudolph’s dismay.

DAMNIT! She was this close! He screamed in his head, he was initially awakened by her rubbing his forehead, he was a very light sleeper, and knew the whole time she was eyeing him, even if he couldn’t see her eyes. Well I may still have a chance with her, or… he didn’t want to admit thinking it, …or she doesn’t want me, she just wants to torment me. He settled on the latter due to past attempts at getting a girlfriend and being terribly turned down by all just obliterating his sociality and confidence. He started to cry without a sound, burying his face deeper into his coat to hide his tears. He loved her, he knew it, he loved her. He had hidden lust for her ever since he saw her at the dock. She was the biggest thing he’d ever seen, she was so powerful and demanded respect and fear, her hull was very curvy and streamline, that alone turned him on, but at the same time her superstructure was so bold, defiant, and awe-inspiring the combination meant an instant hard-on from the first sight. And she just said no…

“BATTLESTATIONS! I REPEAT; BATTLESTATIONS!” The Admiral sounded the alarm.

“What’s happening!?” Rudolph snaps up frantically, asking anyone who would have heard.

“Two contacts starboard-bow! Hey Rudolph, are those tears? Were you crying?” Biz answers then asks in a deeply concerned voice.

“Uhhhh- bad dream.” He says unsurely. Biz thinks to herself if she did something that hurt him. They two contacts are the ship from earlier and a light cruiser, many shots were exchanged, but none hit either side. Biz asks why he was crying. She continued pressing him for it over and over and over for three hours until he agreed to tell. He sat down on his little seat, took a deep breath, and heard his stomach rumble like a beast.

“Actually I’m going to go eat first…” Biz sighed in disapproval, but allowed him to go to the mess hall. He got lost, a year on this ship, and I still get lost! He thought to himself, she guided him to his usual mess deck. He got his food and sat by himself, as always, and as usual four other crewman confronted him, they taunted him, pushed him, took some of his food, and pretty much ruined the rest of his dinner before leaving without him even lifting a finger to try and stop them. He returned to his post and Biz slammed the door behind him, pushed him and sat him down in his seat, and confronted him sternly of what he allowed to happen.

“How the hell can you let them walk over you like that!?!” She verbally strikes at him. “Seriously? You let them do that? They insult your handsome name then they harass your sex life and take and ruin your food and you just sit there and take it?!” She sighs painfully, seemingly disappointed in him.

“Because I’m a fucking loser!” He shouts back then slumps into his seat sobbing again. Biz is surprised and regrets what she said instantly. She was only trying to help him…

“Oh, shi-, um, look I’m really sorry Rud-”

“You don’t have to be! They’re right anyway! I’m just a loser who doesn’t have a chance getting a girl.” He stops Biz right in her train of thought. “That’s why I was crying, okay? You woke me up when you rubbed my head, I thought you liked me when you went in but then you left me completely, I know you don’t like me but that’s just fucking cruel Bismarck, that’s fucking cruel…” He drops his head into his lap, sobbing vigorously letting fifteen years of bottled up emotions out in front of the one who cares about him the most in his life. She was silenced, unknowing of how to respond. She decided to come clean.

“Rudolph… I… I… I love you; you did find a girl…” Rudolph quieted down and picked his head up to clarify. “Yes I didn’t do that to hurt you but out of my own lust for you… I thought you were asleep still and I stopped myself because of the shame that would follow… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you; I was only looking out for you.” Rudolph stopped crying while she was continuing on, but started crying again.

“Why are you crying now?” She asked ashamed of herself.

“Because you’re the second person to ever care about me-” He spread his arms up for a hug, but realized he couldn’t hug her bridge wall, and looked around before turning around and trying to fully embrace the three meter wide optical equipment. Biz returned the embrace and held him tight, he ceased to shed any more tears before he said “And the first to love me back.”

They stood holding each other, Rudolph holding his instrument and indirectly his ship, and Bismarck holding her little love. They let go and Rudolph sat in his seat, he ponders on how fast time flies when you’re with the ones you love. He checks his watch, 11:27 PM, Biz notices how dark it is, the moon’s not very bright…

“Hey Rudolph…” She asks in a sexual tone.

“Yes Biz?” He asks her, in a very interested manner.

“It is quite dark, no one would see us… doing…” She smiles with the same grin as last night.

“Ah! I know what you mean…” He walks to the railing she wraps him in her arms and hauls him over. He’s a little uneasy, even though it’s only a 2 meter nonlethal fall it’d still hurt, but she doesn’t let him slip away as she carries him first to her mouth. He knows what she’s implying first and leans up to a long kiss. The kiss is awkward, Biz sealing the majority of her mouth to accommodate his means his tongue will be the one venturing out, so it does and it relays messages of soft, hot lips and a steamy mouth to welcome him. Her tongue and his touched together, she noticed it was softer than his groin area when she tried wriggling her way into his pants earlier, and a lot warmer and comfortable, she was excited by this and her mouth started to ‘water’ into his as they pulled at each other’s lips. He felt a nice tingling as the fluids touched and entered his mouth, like a shiver going down a spine only sustained in the mouth area. She felt his breaths against her upper lip become stronger and hotter, he was horny… She let a hidden platform down from under the bridge overhang and set his legs on it so they could still kiss, then she started tugging and pulling at his crotch area of his trousers. He smiled and undid the belt. Then Biz’s eyes snap up and she curses. She gently puts a confused Rudolph down at his post and closes the platform.

“What’s wrong honey? Did I do something?” He asks her concerning.

“Radar’s got eight small fast movers, they’re planes! Starboard!” that was the other side, he felt helpless as he wasn’t allowed to leave his post now, the alarm sounds and he feels her massive turbines pumping as fast as they could. He sat down and took in the feeling of the vibrations, she counted the torpedoes launched, all eight planes dropped them but she grabbed Rudolph for comfort as only seven were going to miss! She whimpered as it hit her, he saw the explosion of water and knew it was amidships; she held him and slowed her engines down for the crew to give a full damage report and assess the situation. Once it reached the admiral, Biz’s hopes sank into Rudolph’s attempt at a reassuring hugging of the instrument he operates.

“I knew it, port boiler room two completely flooded, and the collision mats were loosened in the bow, I’m listing even more. They are trying to make repairs but for now, its 16 knots max.” She sulked into Rudolph, he talked to her for hours, comforting her, promising her, and eventually cheered her up, along with news that minimal repairs finished and they can go 20 knots again. She in turn lulls him to sleep, and holds him tight against the cold wind.

Sunday 25th May 1941, 12:00, Rudolph is woken up by Biz, surprisingly no one commented or cared that he slept out on the bridge wing, or that he slept till noon when that was really only about nine hours of sleep for him. He gets up and stretches, then gives a good morning to Biz and heads in to deal with his morning wood, take a shower, change clothes, and eat in that order. He gets to his footlocker and grabs his clothes and grooming kit, gets lost again on the way to the bathrooms, and sits on the shitter and starts beating his morning wood. Then one of Biz’s manipulator hands slaps his hand and he hears her say “No! You save that for me later!”

“How did you-?” He asks her.

“I can pretty much sense you and what you’re doing, if you’re asking about me speaking to you, I can talk through my hand speakers.” She turns the hand over and shows him a little black speaker in the palm of her hand. Being the morning and Rudolph brain dead as a brick, he stares at it like it’s the most interesting thing in the world and not the talking ship it’s attached too. She eventually slaps him into the world again and orders him to finish cleaning up. He heads to the shower room and is greeted with an empty shower for once, be merrily turns on a shower and starts cleaning himself, when Biz starts rubbing his body as well, he feels a little trumped on in his ability to shower himself.

“So you’re in control of my wood dealings and my cleaning duties?” He asks her jokingly.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours, who else cares what we do to each other? Besides, a couple can’t shower each other?” She says seductively as she moves to his testicle sack, squeezing them a little too hard for comfort.

“AH AH AH! Watch it! A few areas are more sensitive than others…” He snaps, she loosens on his sack but still fondles them while they clean him. She continues harassing him all day whenever she can, in attempts to make him sexually enthusiastic and last and/or want for a long, long time. She is successful. The time is 22:31, the moon is covered by stormy clouds, but the sea is calm and flat like glass, Rudolph’s body is ready, being tormented for hours, he’s finally going to do it. Loose that damn virginity of his. They do the same as last night, with the platform and the tingly kissing;  but undo his jacket and shirt, baring his bold chest and abs, only this time when he unlatches his belt Biz pushes him deeper into a kiss. He undoes his button and fly, opens his underwear fly, and releases his beading cock, ready and waiting for the opening. Then he panics as he looks down at his probe.

“Uhh, Biz, how am I going to fill you? First off, where am I going to fill you?” He asks panicked.

“Don’t worry, The one I knew I had is down below the waterline, in line with the keel about three-quarters down bow to stern and that one could eat two of you without me noticing you were in there.”

“That doesn’t help, Biz…”

“The one Prinz Eugen told me about is smaller, adjustable, for some reason at the base of my chin-and-neck, and best of all,” A long and thick tentacle-like shape approached Rudolph where he sat at the edge of the hanging platform, drawing closer it looked more like an elephant’s trunk with its flat end, but it had a long vertical slit instead of nose holes… “It’s retractable!”

Rudolph looked at it intrigued, it wasn’t too big, actually a decent size and a little smaller than he hoped it may be for his size, it was maybe 5 inches in diameter. He smiled as he grabbed it in his hands, brought it to his mid-chest, and rubbed his thumbs up and down the slit. Payback’s a bitch. Biz whimpered and groaned much the same as the previous penetration of the sorts she didn’t want, but these whimpers were loving and welcomed, Rudolph vigorously slid his thumbs all over the thickening lips, he began to feel a greatening wave of heat and warmth from her chin above him, she whined and stammered as he relentlessly pressed harder and harder, then a little bulb appeared at the top and silvery liquids spilled out of her vagina slowly. As they tricked onto his pecks and caused the pleasant tingly feeling like on his lips, he brought her pussy to his face, and out of nowhere he decides to rub it all over his face. Biz is confused but not questioning of his decision, instead takes in all the feelings of his smooth, soft face rolling over her clit and pussy lips, she groans and moans a little loud for complete comfort of stealth, but Rudolph and obviously she doesn’t care. He slathers his face with her silvery tingly juices before applying the clit to his nose and inserting his tongue inside her a massive wave of heat is sent out like the fire from her guns, steaming his face and warming his face from the cold airs, she yelps out and breathes heavily, then he randomly he twists her cable onto its side and begins to make out with her hot and soft lips… She completely lets go of attempting to control her appendages and lets her arms rubbing in her juices into his body and the thick trunk-vagina go limp and fall onto Rudolph, safely lying on the low-hanging platform under her bridge chin. She grows closer, and closer, and thinks to herself that’s not how she wants to cum on him for the first time, and asks him to stop.

“No, not yet.”

“Ru-dolph…pleeease stop!” She gasps out, also panicked.

“Beg me to, cry it out for me.” He seemed to love the control he had in the first time in his life, and it was over one of the most fearsome woman in the world…

“Rudolph please! Agh please Rudolph stahop! I beg you stop! Please not like this for the first time, please!” She pleads to him, he accepts, but first locks his lips over her pussy’s lips and drinks in as much of her liquids as he can. A long silver strand connects his lips to hers as they part. He asks her where she wants it now, she says it’s all up to him, he’s in control. He looks to his throbbing and standing dick; he knows where to put it. He moves it down to his member, and rubs the head on her lips slowly and dramatically, Biz’s hull and superstructure starts creaking and groaning, easily recognizable to anyone else as caused by the damages taken, not by the ship’s ‘loser’ fucking the ship. He has his fun and taunts her no more, he himself feeling a little bit ashamed causing her stress, when in all actuality she somewhat enjoyed not being the one in control for once, let someone else do everything for her, he grabs her with both hands tightly and thrusts his lower portion into her soaking wet cavity. The feeling they felt was unreal, Biz knew she would give them away, but knew Rudolph would want to hear her loving cries. She remembered a way, she closed her mouth panel and pressed it hard against her mouth to muffle her loving sounds, she switched to the radio to be sure she wouldn’t make a sound outside, and finally she put one of her speaker-hands near Rudolph’s right ear and let it all out.

Prinz Eugen was enjoying the peaceful night; it was a nice ride, good skies, and a perfect moon. She wondered how Biz was doing with Rudolph, if they were dating yet, she longed for her old love, she missed her sweet, sweet gunner so much. Out of the blue she gets a radio transmission from her new friend right then, she laughs at the irony of the situation. She lets the message go through…

OH FUCK YES! OH FUCK ME RUDOL- She switches it off, shocked at what she just heard, well that answers that question, she thinks about it, loving a human, she becomes a little… interested. She switches it back on and listens with jealousy; soon she starts to think of her old crush sexually… She rubs at her slit down under, then she stops and rubs her secondary vagina, same place as Bismarck’s to get as close as possible. She listens and turns her mic really low in case she too starts making noises, she thinks of his features, his bright hair, his high cheeks, his slim chiseled body, his chin and his size and how deep he’d go and his eyes, she’ll never forget his eyes, they were like a storm so beautiful… She inserted an arm inside herself and kept rubbing her clit intensely, the combination meant she wouldn’t last as long as the two on the other end but she didn’t care, she’d fuck herself again if she didn’t finish with them.

Rudolph was pounding Biz, she wasn’t prepared for his brutality or enthusiasm she built up in him, she did have help from years of pent-up aggression to help fuel him. He pushed rapidly, full-auto, nonstop, and Biz loved every moment of it. She was continuously yelling and shouting with pleasure and love, demanding Rudolph not to stop for anything. He started to grow weary from his onslaught and slowed down, Biz had none of that, she pinned him down and forced him to use his hands to continue. He didn’t last long there at all, and that’s when she took over. She slammed her pussy down on him hard and fast, Rudolph simply melted away enjoying the feeling of losing his virginity to this beautiful behemoth he loved dearly. The sex they had was beyond either of their wildest dreams combined, Rudolph felt his coming, he tensed up his dick, making it harder in the same process, in turn making Biz grow louder with stimulation in his ear praising him with I LOVE YOUs and FUCK ME HARDER RUDOLPHs and other things like that, he struggled but was able to emit something:

“Biz I’m close!” He thought to himself, So, these are my final moments of being a virgin, the last time I’ll feel before it ends, will I remember how it felt?… Nah! I won’t miss it!

“THE FUCK CARES?! KEEP IT GOING! CUM IN ME DON’T STOP!” She hollered through the radio and her hand, Rudolph pleased by her command, let it out.

He went limp by the power and force the orgasm hit him with, leaving him brain-dead like in the mornings and moaning like broken record, Bismarck was surprised she felt it, burying his cock deep inside her and letting her attuned sensors take up every bit of the feeling, she felt his hot molten cream shoot up her cavity and tingle and tickle a sweet-spot she knew wasn’t her G-spot but knew she’d cum very, very soon. Actually right now.

“GRRNERRK-AAAHHHHHH! She exploded onto Rudolph with quite a showing of power, the expulsion of her tingly silver cum completely drenched Rudolph; he was still engulfed in his long orgasm inside his love. Once he finishes, he’s greeted with the warm, tingly fluid he’s come to love all over his body and still being pumped out from her tender lips. She reached up with a hand and rubbed his forehead with her thumb, just the way he liked it. The two sat there, enjoying and savoring the pressure one another imposed on the other’s genitalia, they hear a third party’s innocent moaning and aspirations of breath.

Having a little fun over there Eugen? Biz asks her amused friend.

Yes, why do you ask? You’re obviously enjoying him, how is it? How is it to not be a virgin anymore?

The best feeling I could ever imagine… Then Rudolph grabs Biz’s hand and brings it close so he can talk, Because I want to know if we could go again, just to make sure we lose our virginity, of course.

I was just about to ask you the same, baby. She replies, Eugen laughs and ‘joins’ them with what she can do. The couple make love for a long, long time losing all sense of time, they fucked in more ways any cared to count; orally, vaginally, hand jobs, he thumbed her clit while he first orally fucked her then used his cock to sedate her, at one point he attempted to fist her, but was forced to reconsider due to the pain he felt fitting it in, she loved it. Eugen got off a good time before Biz and Rudolph ceased, exhausted to hell, for the first time Rudolph slept heavy and sound, while Biz finally slept that wasn’t because of boredom, they dreamed of one another, possibly even linked somehow… where they were with each other in dream, to fuck even more than before, to love even more… Bismarck forgot she was a warship, she forgot she was in a war; she forgot that she was damaged badly; she forgot that the officials prepared the crew to lose the upcoming battle, she forgot all… except Rudolph, her little reindeer.

Monday 26th May 1941, 17:00, the day has been dreary at best, the crew knew the British were on to them, and system failure after system failure destroyed morale. The two lovers awoke quite early for the past night’s fun, yet still considerably late in time, they had their morning kiss and a little morning run to deal with an erected extremity but that silvery, tingly fluid couldn’t escape his mind. He brought some into the light and it stopped tingling as it warmed. How strange, I guess it’s just temperature sensitive, which explains why I never felt it inside her. He wiped the fluid off and proceeded to another empty shower, something he and Biz liked, and showered the same as before. Only when around 14:45 did his joy and upbeat behavior be questioned, by the usual gang, he found out that they were posted on the 20mm Flak Verling a few decks above him and wondered if they heard anything last night, hoping to rub something in their faces. The typical shenanigans ensued followed by a remark at how Rudolph was smiling the whole time. He nodded and silently his affixed face said I beat you all last night.

“This blows worse than I did you.” Biz says, commenting on the fact everyone knew the entire British fleet was on her tail.

“No Biz, you were great, better than I think any human woman could do in her wildest dreams.” He says actually truthfully, without a hint of sarcasm or brown-nosing. And he meant it. Bismarck blushed and shushed him, he continues on until a desk officer interrupts his blabbing unaware of what Rudolph was talking about.

“Petty officer Jürgenstien, Luftwaffe Lieutenant Stone has requested to see you personally.” He turns around and mumbles: Enjoy the feeling while it lasts. Then a tall and thick man emerges from the wheelhouse and crosses onto the port wing platform to shake Rudolph’s hand.

“Well you know me and you’re the only one on this ship named Rudolph so we seem to be in the right place.” He starts, he sounds young and energetic yet still wise and veteran. Rudolph gestures him to continue, “And I have to make a special request of you and Bismarck.” This shocks Rudolph and Bismarck, how did he know? What gave it away? What the fuck could he be asking about? It’s blackmail!

“I… um… need to get a certain Arado off and it needs to be secret, that’s also how I know of you two, is a rumor about last night…” Biz asks how he knows anything what-so-ever about her and Rudolph; demanding to know why her scout plane needs to leave. He breaks under the pressure and onslaught of Biz.

“Because she’s pregnant!” The two interrogators are shocked. Biz asks how and Rudolph comments on how he didn’t know him as in a human could knock up a machine so she’s pregnant, and then realizes what he did all last night inside Biz.

“No, no, no, no! I didn’t knock her up! She says it was another plane that she fell in love with and doesn’t want the child to have a miscarriage or anything like that; she’s scared of the situation… She heard on the radio of you two, she’s both happy and distraught for you two, and she told me you would be able to help.” He ends his request there, Bismarck instantly allows it but decrees that it must happen at night, so nothing is found until they’re long gone, and Rudolph sees the situation he’s in, and requests one favor and one favor only. A delivery. The deal is agreed upon and the time is set. Not too long later, at 20:30, the aircraft alarm is sounded.

The men rush to the anti-air guns, the 15cm fire their anti-air shells and the 105mm shoot their guns while 2cm, 20mm, and 37mm pepper the skies desperately trying to repel the attacking biplanes, Rudolph noticed the shots were all going over the slower biplanes, the sights were for faster modern planes, not these slow shits. He holds his breath as two torpedoes look as if their hits, and curses in anguish as he hears the explosions and cries of his beloved Biz. He loses hope as she solemnly tells him that her rudder was hit… she can’t turn on her own will, doomed to forever go in circles. She starts to weep, Rudolph tries with all his ability to comfort her, but he too is distraught… he pulls out a piece of paper, and writes a letter for Stone to take with him to his only other friend. Bismarck fires at a destroyer, turning it away without dealing hits, and later is constantly repelling a flotilla of destroyers that are constantly harassing her, one of them alive and sexually harassing her. She doesn’t respond but with a hailstorm of steel rain, the whole time she embraces Rudolph openly without care if their caught or anything, she only wants to hold her little reindeer close and tight.

The time comes when they will launch the plane off the catapult to safety. The guns are constantly flashing and sounding, still repelling the destroyer flotilla, everyone is concentrated on the tasks at hand so they pay no mind to the hanger No. 2 door being opened, or the Arado being maneuvered onto the extended catapult. Rudolph greets Stone as the engine turns over, he wishes the two of them the best of luck, and hands a small envelope to Stone with an attached description note as to who it goes too. Stone and the Arado wish Biz and Rudolph all the luck they can get, and are about to launch when suddenly- nothing happens.

“It’s the pressure line! I knew it was cut!” Biz exclaims, the Arado weeps, Stone admires the port side crane.

“Hey Rudolph, if you could get that crane to put us into the drink I could take off like a seaplane.” Stone was previously a Trans-Atlantic seaplane pilot, and knew the complicated workings of taking off in stormy waters. Biz is happy to do whatever she can, and unlocks the crane to drop them into the raging swells of the battle-ravaged seas. Stone pilots the Arado out of the hailstorm just as the other Lt. for the Luftwaffe spots this, he runs over to Rudolph and bear hugs him.

“Yes! Yes! Thank you! There’s a way to touch home after all!” With that he departs and runs for the admiral, to tell that he can get off with mail home and the war diary. Rudolph sulks back to his post, and embraces Biz again.

“It’s out of our hands now.”

“The crew’ll be so demoralized when they find the catapult is broken.” Biz replies, tightening her embrace on Rudolph. They fall asleep together, waiting for the final moments upon the sea, before they sink beneath it.

Tuesday 27th May 1941, 07:45, Rudolph awakens to a distraught and demoralized setting; Biz is going in massive circles, the crew knows they won’t escape alive, they’re all alone with no chance at a friendly rescue, the ship is damaged badly and openly crying, and probably the worst is they can’t even touch home. Earlier that morning the pilot that witnessed the launching tried to launch another Arado off the catapult, but as the pressure cable was cut there was no propulsion, leaving the war diary, the crew’s letters home, and any hope left on board, to sink within the day. The stores are free to whatever the men wish to take, there is no dress code or work shifts, there is no tidiness policy, all abolished by the Admiral in view of the final hours of the men’s lives, they all turned to drinking, sleeping, or sulking about the ship. No one noticed the ship holding a man to its bridge face, and those who did cared little or were intoxicated and thought they were hallucinating, in all reality of things the ship was crying and holding her one love to her close pleading with God, Poseidon, Neptune, hell even British Prime Minister Winston Churchill to spare her and her Rudolph. To no avail.

“Biz, it’ll… it’ll be alright…” He says to her, trying to help her through it.

“NO! NO IT WON’T! YOU KNOW THIS!” She breaks down crying again, clutching him like her own offspring, her own little reindeer Rudolph. She goes on, bringing much pain to Rudolph, all my life I’ve felt so alone and hurt, now she feels the same, on the brink of the end with no one to help her through it… how did I get this far? How could I just SIT here and let HER, my only desire in this world, how could I let that SUFFER!?NO! She will not die like this!

“Baby, remember the time we had together…” He starts, drawing her everlasting attention to him to focus, “the talks we had, the battles we fought, the sex we had! Remember the best things about them, the best of the best memories, keep replaying that inside your head. That way, I don’t hurt when you cry; I don’t want you to cry because that was how I felt every day of my previous existence without you… and it hurts to go back.” She doesn’t cry anymore, instead they talk in silence, in that telepathic dream world they experienced after their night of sex. In that world, there was no pain or damage or enemy, only Bismarck, Rudolph, and the high seas…

At 08:00 the alarm sounded, four ships were encircling them, and drawing closer; it seemingly takes an hour to finally receive fire from the WWI era battleship off the port bow, then the same class battleship as the survivor with the Hood to fire. Rudolph spots the targets, conveying the numbers to Bismarck and the gunners to fire-and miss-the fast approaching enemy battleships. Shots ring out until the hour really does change, that’s when Biz is hit for the first time of the day, then suddenly, is bombarded on all sides from the British onslaught… Her foretop range finders are disables. Then the main gun turrets Anton and Bruno are knocked out. Rudolph is ripped out of his position and held to the bridge wall by a bawling Bismarck as shells converge onto the command posts, knocking them out before resorting back to the main armament, which is knocked out at ten minute intervals… All that’s left are the secondary 15cm and 105mm guns, firing sporadically at anything that isn’t German…

Bismarck is screaming in pain and all the while in shock. She looks around and sees nothing but dismantled corpses, disembodied limbs, puddles of glop where men once existed, there were men running, screaming, dying and holes in her hull blown out of proportions where portholes once stood was a ravaged hole big enough to drive motorcycles out of… She couldn’t take any thought of similar instances happening to the one man in her clutches, and when the guns ceased and the order to scuttle arose she panicked and contacted her only other friend she could.

EUGEN PLEASE HELP ME! I’M LOSING! I’M SINKING! I’M DYING! This last part was sent with greater emphasis to Prinz Eugen, although the whole message sounded like that wasn’t the problem, she and Bismarck both knew that when a ship sinks it doesn’t die, not until it is completely rotted away will it die. It’s the beauty in being a machine.

Yes… I’m sorry old friend-but-what is the ACTUAL problem Biz?

I DON’T WANT TO LOSE HIM! I WANT TO STAY WITH HIM! MY REINDEER! Eugen did know of one way to preserve him, more like a transformation however, she only knows about it by playing with herself and some meat from a pet seagull turned dead seagull.

Biz, I haven’t told you everything. There is one way, a transformation really, where he becomes a sort of metal-morph being that has to do with your silver essence. That fluid is really an extension of your life ability, and if it engulfs a being from the insides it creates an inner shell and repurposes the internal organs for a new life as pretty-much a machine, only he’ll still be himself with a same outward look with artificial skin. It’s somewhat like-

GET ON WITH IT HOW DO I SAVE HIM!?

Those arms you have, without the hands, those are concealed injection needles. The way I found to open them is first press their ends into his body at various points EVERYWHERE, then think of needles stabbing into the flesh, and then think of cumming, actually, a lot like you’re the guy and Rudolph is the girl.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU EUGEN! I’LL TRY TO TALK TO YOU AS LONG AS WE CAN! With that she turned off the radio, swarmed a confused Rudolph, and executed the steps.

Rudolph screamed in pain, the worst pain in his entire existence. She opened the rounded ends and stabbed into him with thick long needles, that was bad enough then his body felt like fire, like dead weight, like pure unadulterated HELL. He couldn’t hear Bismarck’s soothing voice trying to dull his pains. He screamed, hollered, and cursed anything he could in the eight minutes of hell he was in. Once it finally ended, the scuttling charges were in place and two torpedoes struck the starboard side, men are running, jumping overboard and panicking while Rudolph is quietly led to the bridge shelter, and patiently sits down waiting the sinking.

“Hey Rudolph!” A familiar voice chimes from the stairwell behind him, he turns and is met by the desperate gaze of one of his bullies, bleeding and beckoning him to join him. “The ship’s kaput, we got to go! Come on, I know I’ve been a real dick but you’re still important, man! Let’s go!” Rudolph stood up, walked to him and held him like a father giving his son a wise talk.

“Rupert, I forgive you for all you did to me, and I also thank you. Sadly I must turn down your offer, I’m staying with her.”

“I know you love her-I love her too-she has been our home but she’s just a ship! We need to go!” He pulled at his comrade, who seemed a lot colder and heavier.

“The things you did to me set me up for this, I love her more deeply than you think. She’s more than a ship, she’s alive and…” He loved saying this to him, “we’re lovers,” Rupert looked at the mechanical tendril come around Rudolph’s chest in a bear hug. He looked first confused, and then nodded in acceptance. He came close and hugged Rudolph like a brother.

“Good luck reindeer. Shit sorry, bad habits, Rudolph.” He says, then Rudolph comments; “Actually, I think I’ll keep it Rudolph the reindeer. Biz seems to like it.” He smirked and looked toward the ceiling. Then the two once enemies locked eyes until Rupert left the two for safety. “Good luck to you too, Rupert.”

Then it was the two, Rudolph laid on a metal table as per instruction while another tendril without a hand came to the back of his neck, only when it opened it was a series of smaller needles, and inserted them into his new nervous system. As the two slipped beneath the waves, dumping anything lose out into the sea, Biz took his conciseness into hers, apparently, and entered that dream world again. The only difference is Biz knew more about it.

“We are in my alternate world, so to speak, my sweet. Where we can do anything we wish we can so in the physical world here.” She announced as he walked the bridge, admiring an open ocean with calm waves.

“So… it’s like a simulation place?”

“Yes, a place where we can do everything, except die. You won’t escape me that easily.” She jests at him. He chuckles and trembles as her expression twist into pain.

“Wha-what’s going on!?” He cries out.

“GRAHGNUG! AH-AH-AH! I’m tearing apart!” Rudolph panics, but is reassured by Biz that nothing will happen to them.

“We’ll be fine, babe, we’ll be fine. I still have control over my entire hull and structure however, and for the most part I’m still in well-built chunks. So… what shall we do first…?” She says, the latter portion stated as she pulls off his shirt seductively.

“Oh, about a couple years’ worth of sex to start…” The two embark on their voyage through time; awaiting the above world to visit them, all the while loving, talking, dreaming, and still communicating to Prinz Eugen throughout her service; even after she’s scuttled at Bikini Atoll after the nuclear bomb testing. They did see real light on the 8th of June, 1989…

I hope yall enjoyed that. Right here it says Page 15 in Word. Shit. Well I hope yall feel it’s worth the immense wait I caused. If you have any questions feel free to ask, I want to do a FAQ sometime but I really get no FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions). See yall real soon.