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!
Yeah it’s a little taboo but Jack’s adored Zeros since he saw one and all that the two have been through brought them close real fast. Not only that but she’s got no other place she’d rather be, Jack’s great to her, with great sensitivity to anything of the war as not to hurt her in any way while she was at first very demanding of Jack this is because she was defending herself and showing she wouldn’t bend to him. Jack had fallen in love with her beauty at first but then developed a love of her character, where Ayaka grew to love Jack the same, and in the end well… that’ll come later, later… 😉
I finished the story. All I can help but think is– wait marrying a jap right after the war?! That has to be taboo right?
THANK YOU NIGHTMARERRA! You’ve got some talent, and I love a good story so now that I know you’ve got plans for Z I’ll eagerly be awaiting your story and seeing how I’m writing an IS-3 story myself I’d love to see another story of such an attractive contraption.
Thank you for viewing my story! And currently I am writing a story that is not a short one. Its about an IS-3, in terms of Z, I have ideas for her, so you might see the Zero later on.
In terms of your story Gingy, <3<3<3 fangirling all over~
That was one hell of a read, depressing but holy shit that was good.
Thank you for that! now things will be easier to find again XD
Just got 5 kills with the Maus I feel good again! Anyway the story was well written and shit I feel the anxiety coming up again so I’ll make this quick. I’ll later on be merging all my stories together and a sea voyage exploring wrecks will be involved so if he does want to continue it this I can merge it in there or he could use the voyage it’s fine with me but again please do her justice Nightmarerra!
That… that… I’m fucking depressed now… it was well written, but, I could never write something like that… dragging one’s greatest friend to their death without them knowing it’s… it’s… it’s murder. I understand the honor and sense of duty that the pilots had but not telling her was… I-I-I can’t-I’m lost for words. That’s unspeakable pain and torture coming from me that’s pretty bad, I appear warm and fuzzy when I’m talking but I’m a cold heartless bastard and I legitamitely feel pain. The ending… never… never. I beg Nightmarerra to please put in a second part where she gets answers, please… This hell is what I had Ayaka escape, that’s what her pilot went to, I saw right from Letye Gulf this was a kamikaze mission and… I’ll never do this and I’d never do that to my best friend, my brother more like it, I’d never do that to him he’d never forgive me. Not here, hell, or oblivion. The picture was a good laugh. This sucks I finally got my Maus and all joy I felt is now crushed by an awesome story of pain… He’s got skills but… please do her right, Nightmarerra, please do her right. Sex or no sex, I don’t care, but get her some credit that’s all I ask. I probably feel much depression because last October my best friend (same from earlier), his mother was murdered by her middle child out of fucking cold blood drug high. I fucking hate him. His whole entity is less respected than anything I can compare too. Do Z right, I won’t do it unless they let me I respect that it’s theirs but please do her justice.
This story kinda reminds me of this image : http://tabtar.deviantart.com/art/A6M-Zerosen-505002806
also, This is unrelated (im still reading your story) but one of your fans Gingy, “Nightmarerra” wrote a zero story. give it a read and tell me what you think and I’ll pass it on.
…Zero…
When in the world would one expect that war could engulf so many lives through violent conflic? Men are never born to become warriors, society makes it that way. What happens, however, when you are ‘built’ to become a war machine? An answer that the engineers gave by simply saying “To not be conqured.” Living Machines in this world have been around, they were created through knowledge of what some would call voodoo. Whatever happened, people are mixed about it as the machines live, eat, sleep among their human ‘masters’. Of course, not every machine can be living, only large machines with certain qualities. This mainly goes towards any vehiclular machine, cars or planes are the most common to see. In particular Military Machines are always welcome to be alive since if the operator is knocked out, the machine can get him out to safety or continue the fight. One such machine was a Mitsubishi A6M5 Zero Rei-Sen named simply, ‘Z’ by her pilot. Machines never have a name unless given by their operators, otherwise they are called by their factory numbers. Z was lucky to have a Pilot that cared for her as much as she did, even if they rarely saw combat like the planes she was surrounded by on the Aircraft Carrier. “Hey, Z” Walked over an average build and height Japanese male. He had a well built face, even if it was like most flat faced Japanese, although his eyes were wider resmbling more like a European’s eyes. He was clad in a leather jacket and combat pants. Thick boots that were held on by tight ties and very thick gloves to keep himself warm on the deck of a rather chilling day. Z felt herself getting excited to see her Operator, even if she was able to fly without him, it was euphoria to have someone control her. The way he touched her controlls, how gentle he was even in the most intense of situations made her eyes simply flutter as she remembered it all. Her engine slightly puttered, the excitement almost turning her engine on. The hydralics that her landing gears had allowed her to tilt left, right, and elevate up and down. “Oh! Hello Eiji!” It was ironic that her operator’s name stood for peace, and he was in a violent and deadly conflict. She would tilt herself down a bit towards the right since that was where he was coming from. Her beautiful sky blue eyes gleaming from the high sun, almost like a gem in their own right. Her mouth located below the base of the engine. She had a huge smile, and one could see those razor sharp teeth that most aircraft seemed to posses. “I see someone is excited for their mission?” Today was a special mission, a few weeks ago Z was modified for such a mission, yet she was not told what she was modified with or what her mission was. Eiji however, was, but was also told not to tell her for fear of Z’s reaction. The Aircraft Carrier coasted in the water of Leyte Gulf, and today they had to push back the American Fleet at Leyte Island. “Very excited, even if I don’t know what it is.” You could just about hear a hint of frustration in that sentence, not knowing what your doing is quite a difficult thing to understand in a Wartime situation, but she probably wasn’t told in case she was captured. She always feared what would happen if those American’s captured her, all the experiments, torture, or worse…target practice. She shuddered at the thought, until she felt something warm hit her cold Fuselage. “Hey, don’t worry, we will make sure those American’s wont be winning this war!” He said with a large smile, those hazel eyes of his meeting her own in a friendly, almost loving gaze. She would relax, almost pushing herself against his palm. He would regularly take off his glove to feel her cold metal against his warm flesh. It was oddly soothing, how smooth her own metallic skin felt. He could also feel a soft throbbing, almost like a heart beat as that radial engine was slowly turning. Hearing the confident voice of her operator was soothing, dashing any thoughts of negativity, easily stirring her up to take on whatever the Americans had in store. “Yea! Let us take our divine wind towards the Americans and blow them away from our homeland!” She would cheer one, her fuselage raised high in pride. Eiji laughed softly, a sinking feeling suddenly hitting him, realizing the mission and what it would bring upon him and his long time companion. Eiji and Z had been very close friends since the beginning, he chose her because she was very difficult to fly. This was due to how she would react to all the Pilots handling her controls, and it made her very uncomfortable. She would constantly rattle them about and do things that would knock them unconcious. Eiji, however, had the right touch and was gentle, even in the most intense of trials. Ever since then, through thick and thin, scouting missions, training, and close calls with the Americans, they always made it out alright. There was a call over the intercom, the mission was about to begin and the Pilots were told to ready up. Eiji would hop into the awaiting Z, eagerly sitting there. As Eiji grasped upon the control stick and started everything up, she would murr deeply within her ‘throat’ as the gentle hand of her operator began their routine. Her Nakajima Sakae 21, a 14-cylinder air cooled radial engine started up with it’s proud roar, and the propellers spun making a blur of colors as she started to move forward. The launching area was open, and off she went with little difficulty as she was one of many flying up into the sky. “Z…”
“Yes Eiji?”
“Do you remember what we are fighting for?” “Of course! For Japan!” “Thats right.” There was a hint of sadness coming from Eiji’s tone, but Z thought of it as homesickness. “Don’t worry Eiji! We will make it out of this like we do everytime! After we win this war, we can retire to one of those moutain houses you talk about living in so much!” She giggled, their height reaching peak as they flew high above the water. Hearing his partner talk all about this, it made his gut tighten, his throat would almost choke him as he tightened his grip against her stick for a moment, but then relaxed, knowing that his partner did not like that. This time Z was worried, Eiji was never this tense, he was never nervous about anything before. She was about to ask, but suddenly spotted the American Fleet below them. “Below us! Eiji!” She would shout, gathering his attention. He noticed, and then it was to begin. Worries, fear, doubt, it all faded as he would throttle his plane to dive. Z rolled half way, then began to dive downward and slightly towards the left, this way her engine didn’t stall as she began her decent. It was to begin, their glorious battle, the smell of heated metal escaping those twin 20mm and 7.7mm guns firing directly at the enemy. Swooping in, viewing herself over the rippling waters as they dodged return fire. She went after an enemy Aircraft, a Hellcat that she managed to get behind. Her cannons and machine guns rang out, lead spewing out and hitting the enemy Hellcat, causing it to spiral out of control. She swore she heard the aircraft scream in pain. A few minutes in, she was beginning to climb again, but when she turned to dive, it was directly at one of the American Ships. “Eiji! I don’t have any ammo left, I have to go back!” She would tell him, but he wasn’t stopping. “Im sorry…I am so sorry…I am so sorry.” He kept repeating and repeating. She was scared, for the first time…she was scared. The Ship grew closer and closer, she swore she could see every detail of those sailors faces as she continued to dive directly towards the ship’s hull.
“EIJI!” She screamed out in panic, attempting to gain her controls back. When she finally did, there was a loud explosion, then everything went silent. It was dark, wet, cold, yet oddly calm. “Eiji?” Was all that came out before everything went dark, then nothing…oblivion, it was all gone. Years later, Eiji would be remembered for his heroic deeds…Z’s scraps remain under the ocean.
Hey Gingy. Sorry for the delay in replying. Been working on some new stuff myself. Not bad! Not bad. I would imagine the people on the train were freaking the hell out, seeing a Zero flying by just post war. Hell, they freaked out so bad after Pearl Harbor that the AA guns around Los Angeles opened fire at -nothing- for nearly an hour and killed 5 people.
Just as a little bit of constructive criticism, if I’m allowed, while your stories are really great and feature some interesting machines, sometimes they can be a little…exhausting to get thought. Sometimes the paragraphs are just a little bit too long, and when you couple that with the length of the story itself, it makes it a little difficult to get through in one sitting.
But, the story is still good! And I’m curious to see where the next one goes!
yea, to find the new stuff you have to dig around a bit -it was nice having the calendar because it would show when something new went up but what ever :P- And yea now that i think about it thats what happened sense it was about a week that they spent together with her attempting to seduce him reaching the final point and KABOOM! saucy plane on human sex.
I restored the calender for you. 🙂
Thanks Jester, I was beginning to think know one knew I posted this, like when I do talk about it “why didn’t you say this was up, Gingy?” Was I supposed too? Is that easier? I would if yall want me too. Yeah the subtle seduction built up heavily until it burst out with no floodgates or dams to stall it’s course.
ooh very nice, hot sex with a horny plane, damn was that enjoyable to read. -looking forwards to reading the JS-3 story- The subtle seduction was interesting as well, and the spontaneous desire for sex was a little sudden but what ever not like i don’t write that kinda thing happening in my stories at all!
ANY WAY two thumbs up and kick to my slow writing.