Chapter 21, the title is D-Day plus six, a chapter a little out there in relation but it’ll make sense soon don’t worry.
Chapter 21
Chuck was strolling through the French hedge grove fields, admiring the beauty of the scenery. It was D-Day+6 and so far the Germans were on the run. His crew was back at camp on R-n-R and he snuck out to explore, and he soon found something interesting. He turns a bend passing through a crushed hedge as tall as his entire chassis is long and spots a crippled JägdPanther with Rosa written on the left side of the hull. Rosa had a large chunk of the forward drive wheel missing and the track ripped apart, presumably by a shot going through it. Chuck saw Rosa had eyes on the tall gun mantle plate above the long 88mm anti-tank gun and a large sulking frown below the gun mount on the mantle. As he neared closer Rosa noticed him and sighed as she lifted the rear end of her hull, the look in her eyes was miserable, broken, and painful to Chuck. He understood that she had been pridefully broken and accepting that he’d rape her as a war prize like so many other Shermans had before Chuck. Chuck shook his turret no and showed her with his manipulators he would not penetrate her, he didn’t know much German, but knew his commander Joshua did. Rosa lowered her hull back down into the mud and went back to staring at the ground in self-pity.
Chuck couldn’t stand seeing such a thing be left to live like this, even if it was the enemy it still didn’t want this, and definitely didn’t enjoy this one bit. Chuck went back for Joshua, and returned an hour later with him, and he too picked up how Chuck felt about her sitting here to be a sperm dumpster for any American tank horny enough. Joshua himself was of German ancestry and had family in France and Germany, and knew his German mother was EXTREMELY prideful and realized this was a huge disgrace to the tank hunter; Chuck had ties already to a Firefly and knew she’d be very tough to crack for sex from a German, and wanted to help this German ‘enemy’ out of this hell. Joshua started a conversation with an introduction:
“Hello there, my name is Joshua, and this is my Sherman E2 Chuck, what’s your name?” She looked to him, and slowly replied in compliance with a voice full of depression.
“I was named Rosa.” There was a tension filled silence before she spoke again, “You speak German very well, where did you learn, American?”
“I have a German mother and an English father. They moved to America shortly after mother was pregnant with me. We speak German and English at my house but I also speak French quite fluently because of my great aunt.” Rosa nodded once in acknowledgment and asked in bitterness: “So are you here to put me down and scrap me?”
“That’s what’ll happen when the division moves up to about here,” she looks away, sighs out and appears to let water diluted silver tears roll down her armor. “But I don’t think we’ll let that happen.” She darts her eyes back to him, hope and bargaining filling them.
“Please Americans! Don’t let them do this, please!” She begs them, Chuck lost and confused to all hell and Joshua turning to tell Chuck the gist so far.
“So, Joshua, what’s her story?” He asks Joshua to translate, as another living machine is somewhat rare for the Americans to put in the same divisions, and usually German vehicles are the only ones that are met, to finally be able to know what interaction’s like for another tank is a rare treat, especially from the enemy point of view. Joshua turns from Chuck and asks the pleading beast just that after reassuring her.
“Well my beginning is uneventful; I was assigned a crew earlier this year, and we never talked. They knew I was here; they just ignored me or sparked a small conversation. We seemed invulnerable, powerful, silent killers! But then after you Americans came, and we spurred here, we shot at only one tank, and two trucks and a building before my cowering crew began pulling through the hedges over there. I got to about here before a captured German anti-tank gun ripped through my sprocket, crippling me and making my poor excuse of a crew run! They bailed as soon as I stopped and never looked back those bastards!” Joshua saw how angry she was at this, she was thrashing her hull around on her clogged, sloshy suspension; he did understand why they ran. When he was in Italy his infantry support helped fend off a large number of German heavies with two of the German’s own ’88 Pak guns. “The gun ran off leaving me here… alone. I had great hatred toward my crew, but then three American tanks tried forcing themselves on me! They made me cry and beg for my crew again. The three broke me with much time, ramming me, rolling me, threatening me, and shoving their parts in terrible places until I gave in. They never got but my first passage, not my precious cervix! They raped me the whole night, not once did they experience the pleasure of me cuming on them! Never! There were five more after them within two days of each other. Two were gracious enough to pull out as not to hurt me more and persuaded me to let them me finish how I wanted, they were the ones that respected me more than a cum bucket! The others flat out raped me until they were satisfied, and left with snickering remarks!” Joshua watched as a massive force of pure hatred overtook her and fear engulfing himself and Chuck, who needed no translation to tell how pissed she was.
“Calm down, Rosa! It’ll take time for us to fix you up again with what we have, so anything you have will help but first you need to relax.” She took rapid deep breaths, slowly her respirations become calmer and soon she’s back to a steady pace. “The majority of trouble will be that drive wheel. We also need to make a deal between us.”
“I was with a Panther crew that was knocked out somewhere in the groves.” She gestures off into the brush, Chuck recognized ‘Panther’ and told Joshua he found one stuck ass-down in a bomb crater with a shot hole in the belly. The three make their deal, soon Chuck and Joshua run over to the burnt out terror and note that the drive wheels are shared between the two models of Panther. After some trial and error in getting the correct bolt measurements the two busts off the identical drive wheel and decide to drag the whole intact track like a sled behind them back to Rosa. Rosa was tossing her ’88 ammo outside as part of the deal, along with the hull MG and roof mount. She knew she’d be completely defenseless but understood the worry the Americans had in making her operational again with unsuppressed hatred toward the American tanks, especially the ones who raped her. They arrive back to her at sundown. To avoid attention they plan to meet back in the morning then leave for base.
“She liked you, Josh.”
“Shut up, Chuck. It’s only because I was the only one to actually talk to her.”
“No, no, there was more behind her voice…”
“No Chuck that’s just the dialect the language has.”
“Believe what you want, but we tanks don’t talk like that. Oh could you teach me some more German?”
“Yeah you’re a fast learner, probably because you’re a machine that seemingly knows everything American within a day. Wait… what made you suddenly want to learn German, Chuck? Got the hots for a German?”
“No! Just… it was-it’s… it’s complicated… I couldn’t really talk to her when she thought I would rape her, and it was just really awkward in the moment. I don’t want that problem again. It seems too… I think it feels worse for her and I couldn’t even talk to her… to help her mentally.” Chuck made a point, Joshua mostly taught the other men in his tank German but Chuck wouldn’t usually tune in, but when he did he was fantastic at learning and executing the German he learned.
“You’ve got a deal.” Joshua said as Chuck nodded to him. “Panther lover.”
“Shove-it! Before I throw you into the hedges!” The two joked the whole way to base. But Joshua couldn’t get Rosa out of the back of his head. Chuck did have a point where in her latter speech she had a tinge in her voice, that wasn’t part of the dialect. He could pick up a line anywhere in English but German speech and tone was still somewhat mysterious to him. She didn’t look too bad, aside from being covered in mud and grass due to the raping Shermans, and seemed at her heart harmless and troubled. He sat down with his crew at meal time and was oddly quiet, usually rambunctious like the rest of the crew, thinking about her meanings, all the way to bed.
Joshua looked around; he was naked and strapped to a round table on its side. Oh great another one of those moments, he thought. He looks around some more, and is met with Rosa staring at him seductively with a long broad smile bearing her panther mimic teeth.
“I think it’s time to get something straight, Joshua…” She was still eyeing him intensely, “I’ve had pent up lust and no satisfaction by my rapers, now I can finally fuck who I want and how I want it. And I want you.” Joshua kept his blank poker face as she slowly rolled towards him eyeing him top-to-bottom and licking her lips with a wet tongue. Once she got to him the restraints were gone and he was rock hard and craving it. A small panel opened at the base of the lower glacis and a silver pair of vertical lips that bend to the belly drooling silver goop caught his eyes. Just like where Chuck said his ‘Trojan spear’ is. She moves closer and closer, raising her forward torsion bars as high as they reach and sinking her rear bars as low as they can, getting her port as high as can be, about his belly button height, then she reaches toward him and forces him to drop to his knees, then sit down with his legs folded. She pulls even closer and pulls his head back then places her slit onto his mouth. This is new, and not my style.
“Lick it; lick it like ice cream, American!” She demands him. He closes his eyes and complies by lapping at the split and entering every so often, causing Rosa to purr and the engine to hum while once in a while her body would shudder then seem to ooze onto his face more, making him want her more and more ferociously.
“Enough of that, Joshua, let’s move on to… the main course.” She pulled him out and stood him up then bent his legs to where his long hard aching spear was at just the right height. She starts compressing her wrapped arms around him to pull him closer and closer until his point was at the gates of her cavern. She reaches down and grabs his shaft to guide it in on the mark.
“Venture deep, American.” The two let out a quite moan as her soft lips gently break and give allowing him to enter her where so many others have forced theirs. “AAAHHH! Now this is sex!” She pushes him deeper, and deeper, and deeper ever so slowly until he can go no further; this is when Joshua lets go of control and melts to her every whim. She pulls him up, then down, and repeats over and over drawing her pleasure toy up and down rubbing around to reach every spot she can make his shaft go. Suddenly she lets her wrap slip loose around him and she makes a moderate demand of her ‘victim’.
“Fuck me.” Joshua tenses up, unsure if she was moaning to herself or ordering him to do this. “You heard me, Joshua? I said fuck me.” He stands grasping this thought, he slowly realizes what’s happening, that he wants to fuck her. “I said FUCK ME!”
Joshua obeyed instantly after her last uttering. He felt a wave of alien feeling hit him; his cock was mingling with hot creamy love juice oils and hot dough-like putty he thinks is her port. Chuck might actually be on to something, he thought, this feels amazing! Her hull he was pressed against became warmer and warmer as her engine whines louder and louder, her purring and moaning growing louder and louder. Slowly her dough pussy began to stiffen like ice hardening; only instead of getting colder she was becoming very hot down under. Her engine started sputtering and her breaths more gritting and forceful. Holy shit she’s cuming! Her walls of hard dough went limp again and her engine cut down to a gentle hum again as she moaned very loudly and squirted streaks of slick hot silver cum in between his legs but not sparing his groin or areas of his abdomen.
“AHH! AGAIN! Stop for NOTHING! More Joshua MORE!” He merrily thrusted and thrusted, growing closer and closer to his own. He was approaching his first finally of the night, plowing through with no intention of ceasing, he had caught on, and was on the brink.
“GRRAAHHHH I’M ABOUT TO-”
Joshua hits the floor a wet sopping mess, his crew mate pushed his cot over.
“WHY THE HELL’D YOU DO THAT YOU ASSHOLE!?” He’d been in another one of those dreams.
“Well, you were thrashin ’round like youwa havin a fucking exorcism, so I panicked and poured sum water ov’r ya but that didn’t do shit… so I flipped ya!”
“Yea, well fuck you. What time is it?”
“Fo thirdy fie.”
“Why the hell are you up at four fucking thirty-five?”
“I was doin stuff.” Joshua just let this go, and knowing he wouldn’t get back to sleep that night decided to wander and contemplate the dream, hopefully wanting to pull the last bit of the dream he was having to enjoy the last bit of it; cuming in that sexy tank destroyer. Until sunrise he beat on himself to bring up that dream’s ending, until Chuck reminded him they promised to meet Rosa shortly after sunrise. Joshua ate, cleaned, dressed, and just for good measure; put a condom in his pocket.
Joshua was mildly encouraging Chuck to go a tad bit faster, Chuck and the crew go way back, and they pretty much know each other like counting one to ten, only Chuck could count to fifteen on Joshua.
“You had another dream, didn’t you?”
“I might of.”
“About Rosa.”
“She’s female.”
“It was Rosa.”
“Not telling.” Chuck repeated ‘it was Rosa’ and Joshua continued on with ‘not telling’ until about forty yards from the break in the hedges that Rosa’s on the other side of.
“Okay YES! It was Rosa!”
“Knew it.”
“You will speak NOTHING of it! ESPECIALLY to her! Ka-peish?” Chuck chuckled.
“Ka-peish.” They rounded the bend and met an excited Rosa tossing an ’88 shell back and forth between her arms. Joshua struggled to contain his own excitement. As the two Americans began beating the literal shit out of the muddy wheel their replacing, Rosa brings up how their nights went.
“Pretty average.” Joshua said in a grunt, one of the bolts seemed to have rusted to the mount.
“I had a great night last night.” Chuck said in German, surprising Rosa a little, for he spoke nothing yesterday.
“What was so great?” She asks him in German, Chuck thought only understanding ‘was so great’ then inferred the ‘what’ part.
“I got a…. a….” He was searching for ‘letter from my girlfriend’ but turned up empty so he asked Joshua to translate.
“Oh who is she?” Rosa asks intrigued by this, her own mind was racing of this subject of being in a relationship.
“I have a picture her…” Chuck said a little slowly, knowing he sounded stupid, and pulled a picture from behind his gun mantle and let’s Rosa see it, the picture is Chuck and Katelyn, a firefly Sherman, sitting next to each other with Katelyn proudly displaying the sideways heart-shaped armor fracture Chuck accidentally did to her, leading them into a long relationship they’re still in.
“That’s adorable, nice couple.” Chuck sat there blank face, he has no idea what she just said.
“She said you’re a jackass, not enough!” Joshua was fucking with Chuck, who looked at him with an expression of ‘fuck you too, dick’ before trying to explain the heart-shaped dent in Katelyn’s mantle. Trying. “God you know so little! Here I’ll fucking translate.” Joshua was explaining the story to an intrigued ‘enemy’ who was staring intensively at his shirtless body, sparking a small flame in Joshua. Once he finished the story he gestured to Chuck to help him pluck the battered drive wheel off. As the two pulled and wrenched the sprocket off Rosa was screaming her chassis off in pain, and once the wheel did pop off silver fluids followed from various wells and mounts. Joshua stroked her side to help ease her tears and comfort her. She continued sniffling while they ripped off the useless tracks and put the new one on with quite the trouble even with her full ability to ease the burden. “Alright Rosa, all we have to do is get the sprocket on and we’re finished.” She was thanking and thanking them as Joshua went to pick up the wheel, and couldn’t move it. He looked at it with ‘holy fucking shit that’s heavier than it looks’ because they yanked this off and drug it, not at all carrying it, and Rosa’s was only half its original weight. Chuck helped him push it to her side, Rosa offered to help lift and guide it and stretched two of her arms and wrapped his arms and covered Joshua’s hands like a mitt, and this sent waves of feeling throughout both of their bodies, exciting them equally as well. They all three grabbed the sprocket and heaved it up to the clean mount washed clean by Rosa’s ‘bleeding’ and made it very much easier applying the new sprocket as it also acted as a lube.
“How’s it feel, Rosa?” Joshua asked her as she rocked back and forth in the mud.
“I can’t feel it.” She answered plainly then smiled in excitement doing a three-sixty spin in place.
“What’d you ask her?” Chuck asked Joshua.
“How it felt.”
“Well she won’t feel anything; it doesn’t have the life giving alloy in it. It’s basically a fake foot for her.” Joshua looked mind-blown. They can have fake limbs? What the hell? Rosa was in… the mood.
“So… How could I ever repay you two?” Rosa asked sensually eyeing Joshua and Chuck, but most definitely Joshua was being eyed the most. Chuck had no idea what she completely asked but her tone and gaze made him uncomfortable. While Joshua knew every of what she said and finally picked up on the tone and gaze and he was, well… interested, in her offer and reached in his pocket and found the square wrapping package. “I do have one way. Technically rape doesn’t take virginity… So I’m still virgin.” Chuck began to roll away, aroused by her tone, but knew it wasn’t right for him. “Well, not for long at least.” Her gaze fell on a shirtless smiling human with his left hand buried in his pocket and something large festering in his crotch.
“Hey-um, I’m gunna go, Josh, umm, see ya later.” With that he turned and left the two to their business.
“Aww, looks like I won’t have my three-way.” Rosa said sullenly as she crept towards Joshua where both of them had a large grin on their dirty faces.
“Nope, looks like I’ll be it for tonight, Rosa.” He said slowly creeping towards her.
“That’s all I need.” With that she lashed her arms to him and wisped him to her lips in a flash and the two instantly began in bursts of kisses, bodily fluids mixing and clinging to one another. She was pulling at his green dungaree-like trousers with much effort while he unlatched his belt and let her strip his pants and boots in one motion, the latter kind of burning his skin in rug-burn fashion, before throwing them off to the side.
“You don’t need that damned condom!” She said quite fast, knowing he had a condom in his pocket the whole time. “I don’t fucking care!” She placed him down on his feet and opened her port cover panel at the near tail-end of her belly plate. Joshua heard the panel open, it was more shot open, but staring at the spot that Chuck said that his ‘Trojan spear’ and Katelyn’s vagina would be showed him nothing, he was baffled; where the HELL is it!? Rosa herself was looking at him like asking ‘are you stupid’ but remembered that the Americans place their packages on the very lower portion of the front of the hull, and he was probably aware of theirs and not hers. She plucked him up, and smooched him one more time then hauled him to her awaiting and drooling tender nether lips.
Joshua was thankful she didn’t put his mouth to there, although kissing her was a nice mix of things he wasn’t all that into oral. She grabbed the base of his shaft where he grabbed as well, and together they guided his spear into her depths that made her engine roar like in his dream. She started quivering in her hull and her port was awash with her fluids. She’s wetter than I dreamed, and holy God does she feel even better! Joshua figured all the poundings from her previous assaulters made her very, very tender and plush with the firmness of cotton candy yet her insides where very hot, not unbearable but reminding of his old Floridian home’s summers.
“Are you enjoying this as much as I am, Rosa?” He asked her, she chuckled and answered.
“Not yet, that’s simply the beginning, prepare to go where no cock has gone before!” She pushed something very firm and hot down on his spear point, and that was unable to puncture so it instead bent and pained Joshua until Rosa assisted by inserting her hand originally at the base to hold his length up. “Venture deep, love.” OH MY GOD! SHE SAID ALMOST THE SAME LINE AS IN –AAAAHHHHH!
Rosa was able to slam her tight cervix down around his cock just then, making their receptors and dopamine to explode in excitement thus leaving the both of them drooling and savoring each other’s sexuality for who knows how long. Then Rosa reeled her tongue in and lifted and dropped herself periodically, giving Joshua a feeling he literally couldn’t even dream in his wild dream. So soft! So hot! So wet! So… SO DAMN GOOD! Joshua was hypnotized into a limp trance. MMMMMMM he’s so thick! OHHH he’s so warm! UUHHH he’s so long! AAHHH he’s so hard! OOOOO he’s, he’s, SO DAMN GOOD! Rosa was bouncing on him so fast she thought she was pounding as fast as her steaming and smoking engine’s pistons were. Joshua snapped out of the trance just as Rosa slowed to a stop to ease her tired suspension’s pain.
“Fuck me.” Joshua tenses up, unsure if she was moaning to herself or asking him to do this. “Did you hear me, Joshua? Please fuck me.” He stands grasping this thought, almost like the dream, he wanted to fuck her. Fuck her all night. “Please baby, pleASE FUCK ME!” Joshua instantly kicked into high gear halfway through her final request, turning the subject of question to a statement. Now it was Rosa’s turn to be succumbed in the trance of pleasure. In less than twenty seconds Rosa, unprepared for his barrage, came all over his body. ”AAHHHWWW YESSSS JOSHUA! fuck me! fuck ME! fUCK ME! AWWW FUCK ME MY MAN! Never heard of that one before. Joshua was being zapped of fluids by the immense amount of heat from her split opening and her radiating body, and was willingly lapping at the puddles of her ‘ha ice cream’ forming at his peck’s gap for nutrients. Her engine sounded like a roaring racecar’s in idle, but vibrating the shit out of Rosa and Joshua shaking the mud off their muddy bodies and making his endurance plummet, and all of a sudden before he could warn her he came shooting his cream right up her sucking cervix. Rosa felt this, and contrary to what Joshua thought she might do, she moaned in pleasure and thanked him for this sex, her first real sex. Joshua was quite scared for her and was trembling at what he just did.
“Why are you so scared, sugar? You did excellent, really, showed those Shermans how to REALLY fuck a girl.” She was hugging him and holding him close to her body, hoping her engine’s gentle vibrations would lull him to sleep with her.
“I-I-I-I c-c-c-came… Rosa I came inside you! I’m sorry I’m really sorry! It just happened so quic-”
“I know, I know. And I’ll happily raise this child, knowing that someone I’ve come to love has brought it to me. So, daddy, what should we name it? We’ll need a boy and a girl name. Do you think they’ll scrap me now? I think not.” Joshua realized what they’d do to her, and he broke to tears uncontrollably.
“They’ll kill you now!” Rosa went wide-eyed, just like the Russians threatened, that’s the whole reason why she chose the western front. Her lips trembled.
“NO! I’M NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU JOSHUA! I WON’T DO IT!” She too started to cry.
“Will the German’s let me in? I’ll go for you, but what then? What if they lose? Why? Why? WHY? WHY? WHY!?!” Rosa knew they’d never let him in, they would need to be separated to live on, for this new child to live on.
“No, no, no no no no no no NO! We can’t. We need to go our separate ways.” The two of them sobbed, held each other, and enjoyed their moments with each other as much as painfully possible, Joshua told her everything about the last day or two, and she did the same. Finally they slept the night together, then at dawn, painfully, tediously, and heartbroken, they left each other after agreeing that Chuck will never veil himself that way Rosa can spot him, and to paint a gray heart shaped dent into his rears of the turret and hull.
“Hey Rosa! Wake up we’re getting shipped out and we’re getting a new battalion of just us living machines!” cried an excited female Puma, Rosa woke to a bright morning of September 14th, three months after she had to leave her love. She wiped the tears away and made sure her hatches were locked, she had no crew, then she looked at a note from that time ago; Zachery / Jasmine the names of that child, if she really was pregnant. “Why do you keep that note around? The hell is it?”
“Just a link to my past, that’s all.”
“Ah the infamous past no one knows!” As she blabbers on, Rosa folds the note, tucks it behind her mantle, and wipes away the tears of the past.
Fin Chapter 21
Like I said, don’t worry it’ll make sense eventually I promise!
yea it can be grindy, though i tend to play realistic and sim more then arcade to sort of help that along…sort of. BUT yea i want to get the king tiger and i have lots of other things to unlock and yep, there needs to be more hours in a day.
possibly….i mean if offered to -ahem- “keep warm with a tank*” i would consider it :3
*given its got the right bits 🙂
Loving the series even if the sex is ridiculous at times
Hey man are you trolling? In one breath you say to a different author that “it’s stupid to have a story without porn on a pornsite” and now your saying to this author “good story but the sex is rediculous”? Like, what can we do for you man? What are you expecting?
Well I may have corrupted my friend to a certian degree… he admitted he’d bang the sentiment Zero and while we were playing WoT and up comes the sexy German heavies when he concludes I changed him and he wanted them tanks as well, only not into tank ass still just the front and sides. Well so far it’s only some tanks and the Zero. More will follow, I believe.
Ah, and i am in the same boat as you gingy, -currently only have the FV215B(120) as a tier ten it wot, but as soon as i get my hands on a tiger 2 in WT i am going to be racking up a lot of hours in that game! and eventually i hope to own an E-100 and i would love to hear her scream in pleasure.-
Interesting, i may have to do something involving some one stumbling across the Atoll Lab nation. WELP another thing to add to my growing list of ideas!
I have the Tiger II in WT, was a bitch to get.. the game in upper tier is grindy as fuck (especially if you are like me and suck). Also, Oh my jester you have embraced the ways of our people? are you a mechaphile now?? :O
Well… I didn’t really tell, he asked when I commented on how fast I’d fuck the Zero (wow the Zero is everywhere for me) and when he realized I wasn’t joking for once he… kinda threw up in his mouth… all the times I said some tank is sexy or some ship is irresistable I meant it and he didn’t understand why and was for some reason in huge denial while I was laughing my ass off, oh god I tortured him for the longest time just by saying how hot some machine was. He understands now but doesn’t see how tank ass is hot. Too bad for him, never enjoy the pleasuring thoughts of tank ass. Now ship ass for him is incomprehensive but for me would be my fucking heaven to plow.
A real machine enthusiast would hit that shit like the fist of an angry God if it became a sentient being. Your friend has yet to embrace the ways of our people. Someone should fix this!
As for machines and bigness, I may be hugely biased (no pun intended) because I myself am big, but at least for Dire machines they especially love big men and women, more to grab onto.
You told your friend about your machine fetish? how did that go?
and as for your comment above, All the machine folk in the Atoll Lab story basically decided to form their own “nationality” and are separate from humans in a sense. Any sort of racism usually comes from the human side, witch is kinda historically how we are. I like stories where the humans and machines progressively get closer and closer and form tight-knit communities and relationships. Im kinda tired of the same old Hollywood spiel about machines killing off humanity because they are better.
I’m writing a story on the sexy Zero but I will be (I want to say fucking) writing on the Horton 229. It’s funny, I just lost all progress on my IS-3-way when my friend sends me a picture of his die cast Zero tagged with “I finally understand you! I can’t stop looking at it!” Reason being way back when I got my E-100 on WoT all I did was stare at her glorious ass! Oh I love her ass! It’s so big, and wide, and heavy, and powerful, and MMMMM I just want to eat her out! God…damnit… I’ve really got to stop doing that… Anyway so he’s on the mic asking why I’m so damn quiet, I just got what I’ve been working so long for and I send him a text “I just can’t stop staring at it!” with a picture of her ass… he instantly understood my silence then. But the Zero story was from our conversation about how I’d fuck the shit outta it and how he thinks it’s sexy but wouldn’t bang it.
Oooh, WWII experimental planes. I can’t wait! =D
ah, interesting, and makes sense.
-and might i ask what said plane you are writing about? being as i am working on one and i hope its not the same plane-
At this time the placements are nation specific but as we “experimented with” (we stole) so much tech from the Germans after the war the placements of the region will be dependent on the best fit after WWII.
Heh, I’ve got a funney WoT story about the Jagdpanzer IV I could share if you want, nonetheless as I’ve said before these characters have already dealt with meeting a sentiment machine and by now have come to accept the reality that they can have sex and procreate. They aren’t all accepting, Hansel’s one of us in that he dreamed of loving his tank, Rudolph was excited that some girl loved him and he loved her not for being a machine but her personality (love the being not the body), Frank was reluctant but eventually gave to a fingering to Minnie but having her port so close to his face made her fumes and pheromones break him initally then he comes to love the being and the body. Joshua was denying at first, and he was thinking of her a lot after meeting her, this made him want her more and in the dream he accepts that he wants her, and later on they learn she wants him. As for the nationalism and racism the machines aren’t really people so they don’t fall into the german stereotype that they like big girls (yes I’ve noticed that they exercise this stereotype to the extreme and so do I damn it!) or that blah blah blah they can’t! They’re like a new species that are able to learn like Halo grunts (extremely fast) and aren’t all that bound to their home like people are, more like pre-imperialism idea of we are all here living in *inseret place* and we could live in *insert place*.
The second part where the level of acceptance: this is a time where technology is revolutionizing and the elements and molecules are being studied so most people at this point are like ‘the hell’s next?’ and about the same statistics as you say. Well I will keep writing, I’m working on a plane story response to Cerebral’s plane story since I’m too pissed at the IS-3-way to restart, I will but later… later.
once again an awesome story! a little dark and a little sad, but in the end really really damn good. Also interesting that some machines have there nether in different regions, which brings up a question, is it simply nation specific or does it depend on the machine in question?
-Ratbat kind asked all the good questions o i will wait for them to be replied to-
i should really be digging around a little more to catch the new stuff rather then waiting for some one to comment on it 😛
Got around to finishing this up finally. been playing shitloads of war thunder on my time off, lots of German/soviet/American tanks and American planes. When you wrote about this tank destroyer i couldn’t help but think about my Panzer IV/70 V (the one you get before the jagdpanther) Tank destroyers fit my play style but ive been getting my ass kicked by side shots. anyway..
Lots of sex in this chapter, and the newest surprise was the mention of the replacement drive wheel being something that rose couldn’t “feel” because it wasn’t made of isotopic metal. A prosthetic limb as you wrote. but it of course makes sense.
There was one other thing i wanted to mention, While this is a sex fantasy and I shouldn’t question it- it is a little weird that in a multi country war none of the machines let racism or orders get in the way of their pootang or vitamin D. I think sometimes it is a little bit strange how easy it is to get into the pants or under the glacis plate of the people in this story. the humans are so willing.. so willing.. Im almost not used to it. lol
if i had any skill to write my story, you’d find that still 85-90% of the human population aernt attracted to machines and wouldn’t even consider the idea of romance 9atleast in the first 10-20 years) the ones that do consider romance, sex, children are either the fetishists, the special cases, progressives. Are the people in your story special acceptations to the rule? or is this the average level of acceptance late in fictional WWII for your cannon?
lastly, Ive sent this story along to several people, but its like pulling teeth to get them to leave a comment. Keep writing and happy new year.