The Leopard Mistress

This story was inspired by Ratbat’s Leopard 5a Ada and Major picture. It’s a great pic like always and I thought I’d share what her art can do story wise in my screwed up mind.

The Leopard Mistress

Ada was moving along the southbound highway at a walking pace. The reports received noted an incursion of terrorists harassing drivers and officials in hit-and-run tactics in heavy blows. She was scanning the areas tediously with her gun thirty degrees left in the lead position of an armored convoy. She scanned her right carefully, not trusting the dim-witted crew behind her that should be watching her right. It was too quiet, they passed several shot up and abandoned cars but not one insurgent showed himself. She jumped when she felt a slap on her left rear light.

“Calm down, Ada, the terrorists are wussies, they won’t hurt us.” He jogged up next to her forward idle wheel. She whisked him up in two manipulators and sat him left of her 105. He climbed over and placed a kiss right in front of her rangefinder optic eye; she hugged him against her gun then let him sit back down.

“I hope we scare the bastards off. They’ve been a pain in my ass for the past week with these attacks.”

“If they do we’ll tear them a new one. Won’t we darling?” He looked back into her eye; she looked at him and gently caressed his goatee. “You’ve been doing that ever since I started it.”

“It’s not in reg, the brass’ll find out.”

“I am the brass.”

“The top brass, babe.”

“Oh well, you like it so I’m not cutting it.” He shook off his uncomfortable old gloves and held her hand with his steel gray hands. They’ve been together for so long the top brass had recognized it. “I need bigger gloves.” She rubbed his hand with hers.

“You’re growing thicker, Major.”

“No the gloves are too old, they’re shrinking.” He leaned back into her mantle and looked around for trouble. Her new paint job caught his eye. “You look sexy, my darling, nice look.” The camouflage pattern was the old ERL pattern but it still worked in the marshy season.

“That mean you’ll rough house with me later?”

“You know it, Ada.” He was about to slide off and resume his walking when shots rang out from the field to the left.

“TAKE COVER!” The foot soldiers dove into the ditch at the road side and crawled to spot the shooters. Major turned around and climbed over and into the commander’s hatch to man the heavy machine gun.

“SEND THEM TO HELL, BOYS!” He chambered the round and unleashed a hailstorm of lead towards the sparkling gunfire filled plains. The riflemen crouched up and returned fire with Major covering. Ada banked left and advanced off the road at the opposition.

“MAJOR!” One of the corporals was pointing towards a slightly elevating position at the far end of the field off to the left, a small white plume of smoke ascended into the sky. “MORTARS!”

“Loading HE, let’s pop the bastards!” She aligned her turret to confront the point, elevated for distance and fired. The shell tore into the dirt just ahead of the mounted artillery and sent shrapnel to tear through the gunners like nothing, ripping them to pieces. She was about to yell an insult when one of the tank crews shouted in complete fear.

“ARM 3! IT’S A FUCKING ARM 3!” ARM 3s are anti-ARmor Missiles mark 3 and are known to be new, cheap, and especially useful against living machines as well as tanks. She watched as a black stream of smoke darted in front of her and shrieked through a dead-metal Leopard 5a, just like herself, and almost screamed when she watched the hatches explode into the air and the air erupt in screaming metal and black-red fire. The entry point wasn’t orange hot metal, it was black and cracked, and the roof had ripped to shreds and bled smoke and fire. She saw out of the corner of her eye a man stand up with the diamond shaped object on his shoulder, another ARM. Everything went slow motion, she watched a plume of black smoke eject from the sides as a round from Major’s .50 cal dismantled his chest then in horror as it raced toward her. It landed ten meters short but discharged and flew in chunks towards her, she felt the immense pain as her glacis was struck and shredded into bits that pelted her turret side, and felt Major slip off the gun and tumble into her hull.

“Major? Major?! MAJOR?!”

Major felt metal shreds rip into his right arm covering his face; he was nicked in the forehead and hit badly in the arms. He fell off the stool and cut his left leg on something falling in. He crashed to her floor bleeding red-gray blood, and watched as his inability to move left him bleeding out, watching the light fade, and his vision blur and blacken into the tunnel. He barely heard a clogged call from Ada screaming for him; he tried to call out ‘Ada’ but felt his lips barely move. He wanted to cry out, but he faded away too quickly to do so.

Ada wept. She broke formation and instead of enacting her revenge upon the very few insurgents left she ran, ran as fast as her engine could go, pulling him out of her and shaking him and crying for him all the way back to the base. Disregarding anything she barged through the closed gates, ignoring the searing pain of her wounds, and stormed up to the medical center pleading for help on Major. She had tightly wrapped tendrils around his cuts and was holding his flimsy right arm that was missing a large chunk showing his steel bones and red-gray muscles. She dropped to her hull and begged and pleaded the doctors to bring him back, she stabbed into his body and pumped whatever extra ‘blood’ she had as three doctors ripped open his jacket and cut open his undershirt to place the defibrillators down. Each one of the four attempts made his chest jump, each jump excited Ada, begging to him.

“Please don’t leave me with nothing! Please! Anything please! Major!” In the fourth try his eyes shot open and he gasped for air before finally uttering his call back.

“Ada!” He was bewildered where he was or his surroundings as he was thrown into a stretcher and hauled to the emergency operation room.

Ada sat there, still shook up and crying, she thought how he left her, he was ripped from her future just like that. Alone with nothing, she was scared. She was towed to a stall for vehicles and mechanical doctors surveyed her wounds, carefully took samples and fluids left over from the weapon that’s left no survivors in its two year existence. Then she was treated at her long gouge in her glacis plate and other penetrations that were cleaned up so the agent in the death weapon wouldn’t eat away at her life source energy but the smaller blemishes were deemed inert and not deadly. She was coated at the gouge and holes with another agent that would make her natural regeneration more effective and speedy. She could only hope Major would survive as well as she has.

Major spent two minutes awake before he was knocked out for surgery. The doctors removed many shards that remained from the death weapon and filled his gashed arm with a bio-mechanical agent to fill its shape before tidying up his wounds with the affectionately named ‘God’s tape’ and ‘Mummy’s dress’ then a cast and sling for his broken and shredded arm. When he awoke he was greeted by a doctor that explained his wounds to him and how powerful the weapon is to have missed and still done that to his altered arm. He was buff nude, and his orange hair still wasn’t fucked up after all that. He stood up unbalanced, then regained his functions and hunted for Ada, his loving woman and life angel.

Ada heard that he lived through, that he’d make a full recovery and is walking around now. She couldn’t be left alone again, not again with nothing to love him by. She’s bearing a child of his. That’s first and final. She spotted him looking around searching for her, nude and portraying his God’s grace package that caught the eye of some of the local female nurses. He spotted her and ran over quickly. She pulled some quilts and pillows and assisted his climb up to her mantle. He got up and leaned over and kissed her right in front of her optics, looking into her beady eyes, desperate for him. He started wiping away her dark burnt paint at her indents of war but she motioned for him to stop, relax.

“Major you’re-”

“It’s alright, my darling.” She saw out of the corner the task force she left behind still intact and then the four boxes, the crew members of the Leopard, she thanked God Major wasn’t in a fifth. She closed the garage door and posted a sign labeled ‘Making Metal’ and she opened her driver’s hatch to unleash her telescopic vagina tendril. He smiled and understood how she wanted to comfort herself. He moved over to the other side and let her massage his rock hard cock in her hand before, comfortable with his size, slipping it onto his member moaning her hurt away. Major was going to press himself into her at his pace but she said rest, that she’d handle the first one, for her comfort. He felt like her insides felt different, better than ever, tighter, hotter, wetter, softer, slicker, everything was better. She gently slid on him, opening up her intakes for his seamen had caused a better feeling of him, she could feel and sense the metal in his dick, it felt so friendly to her. She closed her eyes and tried to wrap herself around his meat and extract his seamen faster, so that they could fuck each other without worrying about losing a chance of impregnation. She was nulled by his gift of pleasure, no more pain, no more fear, only children. She felt him building, shaking, holding it in; she held his goatee in her hands as she asked him to not hold back. He silently let it go, along with all his troubles, released by his lovely woman. He leaned in to kiss her again; he accidentally slipped out and couldn’t help but look into it. It was still open wide, and drooling her fluids at its base with his seamen puddled up but also sinking, not like beforehand.

“You’re not telling me something, are you Ada?” He looked at it and watched curiously.

“There’s no turning back now, We’re having a baby.” He smiled and looked at her with a glad, hopeful face and nodded. He looked back at the port, now draining his seamen deep into itself and remembered she didn’t cum. “I just want to make you feel better.”

“Lower back onto your suspension, relax.” He put his cock back inside her, leaned over her mantle kissing her again, and began pounding her. Thrusting the way she liked it, hard and fast, she moaned and held his shoulders and clasped around his ass cheeks, helping him please her. He felt great, even though his right arm was stinging like a bitch; still she made him feel invincible. Soon he felt her familiar tell-tale signs that she was close, she was growing tighter, slicker, hotter, and louder. She spat her cum out sooner than he thought, but continued his thrusts answering her.

“Please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” She chanted, keeping him going to ease her pain. She sensed his blood flowing in his veins in and out of his dick, then she sensed it become more frequent, and start throbbing, and his muscles start clenching again. He held it in for more pleasure before it shot out of his dick head in long durations.

“Feel better darling?” He asked looking into her eye.

“Yes, how do you feel?”

“Hopeful.” He said, then smiled and rose up out of her warmth, then dropped back into it for another go. The two made sweet love well into the night, until everything built up and they had no energy left, and crashed for the night. They continued to make love off and on throughout her pregnancy every third night or so, for ten months because of her majority devotion to healing in the first, before Ada went into labor.

The top brass smiled upon their love relationship and child bearing but still needed their devotion to duty in that sector. But after two more months of skirmish fighting all insurgent remnants had vanished or perished. The last eight months were laid back monitoring. The only excitement was Ada’s labor and child birth. Major had thought that somehow the baby would come out the tendril he planted his seed into but it was coming out of her main port, only used twice during their years of loving. She used somewhat of a cheat and opened herself up to her largest receptiveness and slid the little ball of metal out with ease.

“Ada the baby’s out you can stop pushing now.”

“No! There’s something else!” She shoved out what looked to be a rifle, a strange looking gun. The baby’s umbilical cord was unlatched and removed and the baby and the strange rifle were cleaned up. Ada was handed her child and Major the rifle.

“It’s a boy, Major; you’re the father of a beautiful boy.” She cradled the small being in her arms on her glacis plate, watching it with amazed eyes snuggle up to her for a nap.

“A boy, we swore for a girl. What’ll we name him?” He thought to himself, he’s a dad now, he never could have prepared himself for this awesome feeling. It overwhelmed him completely.

“Jürgen, our little Jürgen.” She slithered a tendril nozzle from under her hull headlight to her little boy’s mouth and let him grab on and drink his fill of her fuel.

“I like that, Jürgen, our boy.” He leaned into her plate watching him feed; he was the best thing in the world, the most interesting, little ball of metal armored legs, arms, torso and head. He watched his son for a while then messed around with the little gun. “I think it’s supposed to be his one-o-five. Here it’s a single shot gun with a breach like a super small version of yours. It has this weird part jutting from the side, though, not sure what that is.”

“It’s so adorable. I love him, and his little gun.” She was feeling her child, measuring him, playing with him, to get to know her prized possession. She found a hinge plate that falls in the same shape as the jutting part, she hatched an idea and asked for the rifle and put it on Juergen’s back with a click. “It fits perfectly! Look at that!” Major took her loose hand in his and kissed it.

“We did a good job on this kid, didn’t we darling?”

“The best.” Jürgen yawned, rolled over, and fell asleep.

“When your little brother finds out he’ll try to kill me.”

“Blitz? No he won’t. He’s cocky but not that cocky.” She hauled him up to the left side of her gun and placed their sleeping wonder into his arms.

“I can’t wait for the future! He’s going to be the best thing that happened to us!” He leaned into her and kissed her mantle. “I love you Ada.”

“I love you, too Major.” Major looked back down at Jürgen and bent over.

“And we both love you very much Jürgen.”

Fin  The Leopard Mistress

Thanks Ratbat for all the inspiration you spread. Oh and lil’ J’s gun grows with him when it’s on his back, if he grows without it for a while it’ll catch up once he puts it into it’s mount on his back. The reason why I had it separate from his body is for a more broad pool of opportunities for him. And I like rifles and guns.

Link to the picture: https://titanatelier.com//wp-content/uploads/2015/02/woundedlovers.jpg