>>43392129
[2/2]

You look back over the crest of the hill to see the bigger tank destroyers roll into place. The Jagdtigers are slowly coming into position to fire upon the Clusters. Those tanks have the biggest guns here that have the best chance of penetrating any kind of Neuroi armor, it would be wise to keep them supported. And in this town now is a very thick screen of M4A3E8s blazing through at brisk pace.

But now however, you’re stopped up entirely by a huge wall of defenses. Turrets, hull-downed drones, and tank traps line the roads and every possibly alley into the Factory Cluster’s personal space. “Kid!” Thorn grabs your arm, quickly dragging you and your somewhat damaged Strikers along to a safer position. “You got any orders!?”

“Uh…” You look to your left to see Greta and Rascal taking potshots at anything poking its head out. To your right, Aurelia is trying her best to put holes into the Cluster with her own rifle, with limited success. The tanks are continuing to advance, the Air Witches are currently now bombing the Clusters with gammon bombs. Judging by the fires and the smoke, there’s at least a little success there.

> Advance, a speed assault is a successful assault.
> Hold back, a short besieging with artillery is in order to advance safely.
> Other

>>43392139
> Advance, a speed assault is a successful assault.

>>43392139
>The Jagdtigers are slowly coming into position to fire upon the Clusters. Those tanks have the biggest guns here that have the best chance of penetrating any kind of Neuroi armor, it would be wise to keep them supported

Fuck Jadgtiger, Carius said they were trash.
Also
>Hold back, a short besieging with artillery is in order to advance safely.

>>43392139
> Hold back, a short besieging with artillery is in order to advance safely.
Running on Halloween? Bold choice schteel.

>>43392235
It's mostly habit.

>>43392139
>> Hold back, a short besieging with artillery is in order to advance safely.

>>43392235
Fuck Halloween, if any brats decide to ring me out of my chair they'll be greeted with a straight right through the door.
Stupid yankees and their cultural imperialism

>>43392139
>> Hold back, a short besieging with artillery is in order to advance safely.

>>43392232
>Fuck Jadgtiger, Carius said they were trash.

>not wanting to noscope a Sherman through a cottage

>>43392139
>Hold back, a short besieging with artillery is in order to advance safely.
Oh god, 4chan's halloween skin is 2 spooky 4 me.

> Hold back, a short besieging with artillery is in order to advance safely.

“We’ll hold back! Tell the tanks to stop! We’ll have to let the big guns soften them up before we go in!” The regulars will take terrible terrible damage before you even get close to the Cluster. Right now, it’ll be wiser to simply barrage it with precise and accurate artillery from the Liberions and devastating firepower from the Karlslanders. Thorn salutes, quickly speeding off to tell the tanks to stop in person. You pick up a handie-talkie from your belt and pull up the antennae. “This is Strike Two! Heavy defenses are impeding our advance! We need extra firepower!”

“Roger. Stand by. TOT barrage. Coordinating Tank Destroyer support fire. Stand by.” You look back to see the row of Jagdtigers firing away at the Cluster. Small drones are not their forte but static emplacements definitely are. To think the Karlslanders built Jagdtigers as heavy tank destroyers at first. They’ve certainly been given new life as heavy assault guns. A whistling noise from above signals the incoming artillery. And within a few minutes a splash of explosions swamps the Cluster and the surrounding defenses. You, Rascal, Greta, and Aurelia fall back some distance behind the tanks. No need for friendly fire today.
[1/2]

>>43392989
[2/2]

The five of you clamber up on top of the lead Sherman tank. The Tank Commander observes the situation turned out of his cupola hatch. He tells you: “Sergeant. My tanks can’t sit here for long. We need a hole to assault that cluster or else we’ll be sitting ducks for air attacks.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll just be a few minutes. And we’ve got air cover from the Air Witches,” you state. The six of you look up to see the Air Witches now fully engaged in combat over the Cluster. Bigger flying drones and smaller buzzard like flyers are swarming over them. It doesn’t seem to stop them one bit however.

“I’m jealous,” says Rascal. “I should’ve been an Air Witch.”

“Yeah, getting your Striker blown off then falling to the ground. That’s a nice way to die,” says Thorn rather venomously. Thorn looks over at you. “Tank Witches is where its at anyway, aye?”

Well…

> “I did try to enlist as an Air Witch actually.”
> “Yeah, totally. Definitely. No question.”
> “Let’s not talk about this now.”
> Other

>>43393005
> “Yeah, totally. Definitely. No question.”
BLEND IN

>>43393005
> “I did try to enlist as an Air Witch actually.”

>>43393005
>> “Let’s not talk about this now.”

>>43393005
>“I did try to enlist as an Air Witch actually.”
Jeez Thorn, control your jelly.

>>43393005
> “I did try to enlist as an Air Witch actually.”

>>43393005
> “I did try to enlist as an Air Witch actually.”

>>43393005
>> “Yeah, totally. Definitely. No question.”

>>43393005
>“Yeah, getting your Striker blown off then falling to the ground. That’s a nice way to die

And a tankers' death is either getting torn to shreds by a red-hot projectile ricocheting inside around the insides of a tank, and if that doesn't get them, their eyeballs and lungs popping like ripe tomatoes from the sudden increase in pressure will.
Unless they just burn to death. No thanks

>>43393414
We are a tanker.

>>43393425
Well no shit, I thought a quest called Tank Witches was about air witches.
And I'm a grunt who hates marching. Life sucks, drop out.

>>43393460
Oh. A troll. Damn. 5/10 Got me good.

>>43393590
Troll?
Wut?

> “I did try to enlist as an Air Witch actually.”

“I did try to enlist as an Air Witch actually, Thorn.” Everyone looks at you with some amount of surprise. Even the Tank Commander looks particularly confused by the fact that you’d be an Air Witch. “What? I saw a lot of the film reels and I thought it looked cool.”

Thorn shakes her head. “I am so disappointed.”

“Oh shut up, grandma,” you hiss. She giggles at that, actually finding that funny. Whatever.

The artillery barrage stops. The Cluster starts reforming the holes and extinguishing the fires. However, you do spy a particularly large hole that one of the Jagdtigers must have blown open. It’s big enough for the five of you at once and one Sherman at a time. “There!” you yell. “Alright, commander, we’ll breach the Cluster. Secure the area around it!” He nods, buttoning up. “Girls, let’s go!” The five of you drop down off the tank and immediately speed off into the hole.

And inside the Cluster is a huge factory of moving parts and objects. Hulks of old tanks are being melted do in vats of red liquid. Spindly arms attach Neuroi metal plates around nonfunctioning cores. Some kind of rays of light move parts around the place.

And out of the central light on top of the Cluster drops down a gigantic drone. Many mechanical arms sprout of the top of it, like some kind of death blossom. Instead of legs to stand on, it uses the treads from what appear to be an old Tiger tank. It doesn’t seem to have any armament beyond that, but those arms look positively dangerous.

> SALVAGED BERGETIGER <
> Foreman of the Factory Clusters, destruction of this Commander will disable the local Cluster entirely. <

Alright, plan, plan, plan, uh…

> CHARGE!
> Split up!
> Run away, call in back up!
> Other

>>43393871
>> Split up!

Fire and movement, the basis of all combat.

>>43393871
>> Split up!
Surround and attack it from all sides!

>>43393871
> Split up!
Encircle and hammer it, also someone grab me a hammer!

>>43393871
>> Split up!

>>43393910
>from all sides
Great way to accidentally shoot friendlies, we should do this in an L-shape.

>>43393871
> Split up!

>>43393938
It's bigger than us. We are always going to shoot upwards.

>>43393871
> CHARGE!

> Split up!

“Split up, attack that thing from any angle you can find!” Rascal quickly speeds off first. Then goes Aurelia. Then Thorn. You and Greta have to stay put owing to your slow speeds. The two of you begin suppressing fire. Your shots bounce and slice across the thick armor of the Salvaged Bergetiger, but deals no lasting damage. Rascal quickly clambers and climbs up scaffolding within the Cluster, her light Striker unit allowing her to do such incredible feats of acrobatics. She quickly takes a shot from above the Drone, blasting off one of the arms. It roars, turning to face Rascal and trying to reach out to her with those mechanical claws.

Aurelia and Thorn however quickly swing around and take potshots at it. The Drone shrieks again, striking at the ground with its arm and charging towards the two of them. Yes, you’ve got it surrounded! You and Greta try to take shots at its rear now. This time, one of Greta’s shots finds a hole. The Bergetiger explodes in the rear, whining and screaming in pain. “There’s the core!” you yell. You saw the core for a split second, glowing red and pulsing fast under the pressure. “Keep up the fire!”

Rascal tosses a grenade down into the blossom of arms. It explodes, knocking another arm out of place. The Bergetiger doesn’t seem to know what to do. It can’t figure out who to target first. Aurelia and Thorn close in, firing more precise shots into the treads and into the sides. You and Greta meanwhile keep your fire square on all the weakpoints. It starts curling up like a dying spider, crying in defeat as its core gets more and more exposed. Finally, and you’re not sure who could be credited with the kill, the Drone’s core explodes. The remnants fade into white mist. Everything in the Cluster shuts down entirely. Parts fall from the ceiling, the vats of red liquid go dark, the mechanical arms pause in motion.

[1/2]

>>43394885
[2/2]

You five cheer on your progress. You’ve disabled a Neuroi Cluster!

-

-

“Good work,” says Colonel Hessler. “I am impressed with the progress your unit has made for the war effort. Your actions have made considerable impact on this army, Sergeant. And that is not a statement I make lightly.” You glow brilliantly at being complimented by the Ice Queen herself. The five of you stand in her shadow as the Clusters are torn down by engineering vehicles of the army. Remaining Neuroi have been chased on back to the hive.

“Thank you, Colonel,” you say. “I’m just glad to help.”

“Of course.” Captain Kelly stands at her side, grinning. “Colonel, I do believe we have struck gold in the talent pool. Sergeant, you have done an amazing job here for what was assumed to be a difficult task.” You smile happily, grinning at all the compliments. “Do tell however, what happened to your clothes?”

Oh, you’re still wearing the curtain. Uh…

> “It’s a new fashion.”
> “Long story. I don’t want to talk about it now.”
> “Well, I can explain. I don’t want to explain though but…”
> Other

>>43394909
> “It’s a new fashion.”
Definitely. She hasn't heard of it?

>>43394909
> Other

>Damaged during the fighting. I demand the remains to be buried with full honors.

>>43394909
this>>43394977

>>43394909
>> Other
>>Damaged during the fighting. I demand the remains to be buried with full honors.

>>43394909
> “Well, I can explain. I don’t want to explain though but…”

>>43394909
This:
>>43394977
>Damaged during the fighting. I demand the remains to be buried with full honors.

>>43394909
>Damaged during the fighting. I demand the remains to be buried with full honors.

> Other

“It was damaged during the fighting,” you say. “If I may be so bold, I’d like to request that the remains of it be buried with full honors.” The two Officers glance at each other, then down at you. “Please?”

Colonel Hessler sighs. “We cannot possibly…”

-

-

Your Witches, Captain Kelly’s Witches, the Air Witches, and Colonel Hessler gather around a burial site. “We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of such a cute and lovely uniform. It had a name, and its name was the M-1943 Uniform that was specially tailored for someone of my…” You hesitate to say size. “… figure.” Everyone is relatively solemn. They know what it’s like to lose a dress or a pair of trousers to combat. Colonel Hessler simply stands there, apparently in disbelief. “It served me well through all theatres of combat, and while it may be replaced by a new uniform, it will never be forgotten in my heart. Would anyone like to say a few words?” You look to see Burnie, raising her hand. “Lieutenant.”

Burnie stands stiff. “I would just like to say that you looked fucking adorable in that outfit.” Lieutenants Rach and Daisy sputter in suppressed laughter. “Daisy, Rach, please, this is serious talk for a second. And I would also like to say that such a uniform can never be replaced in our hearts.”

“Why am I here,” asks Colonel Hessler to no one.

[1/2]

>>43395850
[2/2]

You sigh. “Right then. Order.” You hold the ripped up rags of your old uniform, then simply toss them in the hole. Burnie lights a match and tosses it in with a few squirts of gasoline. The uniform quickly burns up in the funeral pyre you’ve made for it. All of you remain quiet for a moment, in remembrance.

“You know,” says Captain Kelly. “I noticed your trousers weren’t among them.”

“Oh, well…” You clear your throat. “They were just uh… they weren’t damaged or anything.”

“I’m bored!” says Rach. “Let’s bail, Daisy.” The two Liberions walk away. The other Air Witches follow suit, gossiping and complimenting each other on a good day’s work.

Jeb sniffs a bit, wiping a tear from her eye. “That was such a cute uniform.” Doc pats her on the shoulder, comforting her as the two leave. Burnie as well follows, still saddened by the loss. Captain Kelly bids her leave as well, bringing a very saddened Bohater and Rosie with her too. Colonel Hessler simply stares at you.

“Besides this little charade of yours. Let me again compliment you on your performance,” she says, a little more reluctantly this time. “I invite you to drink with me in my office if you would like. You may bring your witches too as well.”

“Oh, we couldn’t-“

Thorn immediately stops. “We could.”

> “We actually can’t.”
> “Actually, we can. Yeah.”
> Other

>>43395870
> “Actually, we can. Yeah.”

>>43395870
>> Other
"...something REALLY light and watered down then?"

>>43395870
> “Actually, we can. Yeah.”

>>43395870
> “Actually, we can. Yeah.”
Awww yisss, party!!

>>43395870
>> “Actually, we can. Yeah.”

>>43395870
> “Actually, we can. Yeah.”

>>43395870
>> “Actually, we can. Yeah.”

> “Actually, we can. Yeah.”

“Actually, Colonel, that’s a lovely suggestion,” you say. “We’d be happy to do it!” You look over at all of your girls, eager to get some wining and dining done. “All of us.” They bounce in place, grinning. You sigh, you need to instill a little bit of manners into all of them. Thorn included.

-

-

The wine Colonel Hessler has broken out for you is a Gallian red wine. Some of the finest wine in all of the world, with a sweet yet delicate taste to it. But Thorn, Aurelia, Greta, and Rascal were drinking it all up like was it some common beer. You and Colonel Hessler at least were being a bit more civilized in your drinking. Though you did notice Hessler was already on her third glass and was already uncorking a second bottle. “An’ I’m telling yoooou…” Greta jabs her fingers on Aurelia’s chest. “It was my kill you sorry little princess wit noooooooo fucking castle you-“ Her wine spills a little out of her glass. “Can I have more, Colonel?”

“Yeah, yeah!” Aurelia holds out her glass. “Gimme more so I can pummel this little peasant into the dirt!”

“Unfortunately, this bottle is reserved for me and the Sergeant,” says Colonel Hessler.

“Oh, come on!” Rascal leans in, grinning stupidly. “I can just steal that from you!” She holds it up, apparently having stolen it already. “See!?” She uncorks, and it immediately goes flying everywhere. “Hey, this ain’t red wine, it’s champagne!” It spurts all over your new uniform and over Colonel Hessler’s blouse. “Ooh, sorry, Colonel!” Colonel Hessler stews quietly, letting the champagne wet her white blouse and render her skin and bra visible through it.

Thorn leans over the table, grumbling. “Y’all are fecking goons! Stop acting like a bunch of maggots and have some table manners.” She holds out her empty glass. “Colonel. Another.”

[1/2]

>>43396936
[2/2]

Colonel Hessler looks to you as you embarrassedly look away. “I have a reason to not give you and your troops more wine,” she says.

“Come on! More wine!” Greta falls over as she leans in to ask. Her face immediately gets buried between Hessler’s thighs, surprising her. “Ah! Schiesse! I’m… wow, this actually feels nice.” She puts her hands on Hessler’s thighs, squeezing a little. “Heh, feels great!”

“Get your hands off of my thighs!” scolds Greta.

“Ooh, lemme!” Aurelia immediately pinches Hessler’s thigs as well. “Hehehe! So pinchable!” Rascal as well tries for a grab. “Hey, Kid, get a load of this!” You reach out, curiously.

“If you touch me.” Colonel Hessler glares deeply at you. “I will paddle you until your rear is raw.”

… you’re not sure if that’s supposed to stop you.

> Touch
> Don’t touch
> Other

>>43396949
>> Don’t touch

>>43396949

[touch juicy thigh]

>>43396949
> Don’t touch

>>43396949
> Other
"Are you inviting me?"
> Touch

>>43396949
> Touch
Eh, what's the worst that could happen?

>>43397103
>What are you gonna do, paddle me?
-Paddled witch

>>43396949
> Don’t touch

>>43397126
Pfff, she can't paddle the paddle-master!

>anons just leave it tied
sasuga

>>43397948
I've already started writing for > Touch

>>43397960
Alrighty!

> Touch

You take a very quick chug of your wine, foregoing manners and politeness. You can use the excuse that you were drunk for something like this. The Colonel watches you strangely as you dump more wine down your gullet in preparation. Then finally, you reach out and grab her thigh. “Ah, Sergeant!” She stomps her foot, getting Greta’s face out of her crotch and everyone out of her personal space.

For that brief second that you touched her thigh, it was like a soft yet supple and firm bit of skin, muscle, and fat. Not too big, but not too small. Just the perfect balance, the kind of balance you’d find on pin ups in adult magazines. It was amazing. And you really want to touch it again. “Sergeant!” You snap out of your somewhat drunken daze, looking at her. “Bend over.”

You cough a little, blushing a bit. “Oh, uh, Colonel, I mean, I was just having fun and we’re drunk-“

She stands up, towering over all of you. “Bend. Over.” You nervously scoot over, then kneel down on the floor and bend over her lap. The other girls are quiet. Thorn herself tries to make for the door. “No! You stay! I am going to make an example of her! Watch!” She pulls up your skirt, revealing your bottom to the biting cold. “I warned you, Sergeant!” She quickly brings her palm down and strikes your buttcheek. You yelp, your rattlesnake tail popping out and your magic instinctively activating against being attacked. It rattles loudly as again Colonel Hessler smacks your bottom. “Consider this a taste of your own medicine, Sergeant! Were it not for your performance today I would have demoted you!” She slaps you again. Your legs curl up, and you hiss loudly.

[1/2]

>>43398240
[2/2]

Your girls watch awkwardly, blushing a little from drunkenness and awkwardness. You yelp and squeak at each strike of your buttock. You can just see it going raw and red from her repeated slappings. And yet, for each slap, your spine tingles, little minute needles of pleasure crawl at your skin. And at possibly the wrong time, you yell, “More!”

She stops. “What?” Your tail rattles. You look up at her, finding her face scrunched into confusion.

> “P-… punish me?”
> “I mean… no more.”
> Quietly lie there.
> Other

>>43398251
> “I mean… no more?"

>>43398251
>“P-… punish me?”

>>43398251
>“I mean… no more.”

>>43398251
> “P-… punish me?”
Kid lost to M

>>43398251
>> “I mean… no more.”

>>43398251
> Quietly lie there.
The shaaaaame!

>>43398251
“I mean… no more.”

>>43398251
>“P-… punish me?”

>>43398251
> “I mean… no more.”

> “I mean… no more.”

“I mean uh…” Your face drops. How do you put this? How do you explain it? What do your squadmates think of you now? How can you face them knowing they might know you get off on the possibility of being hurt? You have to save face. Right here now, right now. “… no more?”

She squints a bit, then looks down at your bottom. It’s gone red, raw, with a huge imprint of her hand upon it. It was a big reminder of your mistake. Well, mistakes were made you suppose. And hopefully to her they won’t happen again. “Hmph. Very well.” You carefully stand up. You don’t rub your bum, that’s not something your heroes on the diamond do when they get hit by a pitch. You’ll let the bruise stew. “Do not let this happen again, Sergeant.” You nod quickly. “Right, everyone out. Return to your tent.”

The five of you salte Colonel Hessler and quickly file out of her tent into the night darkness. Camp has already been set up temporarily. Temporarily as in most tents were just extensions of truck canvases. Your own home was literally just a Mack truck with only enough space to lay side to side with everybody. You walk somewhat with a limp. “Daaamn, Colonel Hess is such a buzzkill,” says Thorn. “What a feckin’ mess, she literally made you cry for more! What a mindbreak!”

“Yeah,” you say quickly. “Cruel.” Good, good, you’re still pure in their eyes.

“Well!” Greta throws her arm out, stumbling about. “I’m just glad we got to gorge on such amazing wine, haha! The best and only thing Gallia has to offer, good wine and very good girls!” She looks over at the Air Witches Rookie, whom is busy bending over to pick up a coin out of the ice. Rach and Daisy quietly giggle to themselves nearby, apparently having turned this into some prank. Still, that butt though. “But now is the time for Greta to sleep!” She thumps her chest armor, yelling. “Aaaahhh!” She leaps into the back of the Mack truck, making it shake under her weight.

[1/2]

>>43399290
[2/2]

“Of course, that’s all you krauts do!” yells Aurelia. “You’re not gonna beat me to it tonight!” She jumps in, landing on Greta. “Ow!”

“Ha! Idiot!” shouts Greta.

“Shut up!” Rascal holds her head, groaning. “I wanna go to bed!” Thorn drunkenly handles her in. “Ugh…” Rascal’s already getting a slight hangover it seems.

“Come on, Kid. I’ll help you in.” You nod, then slowly let Thorn heft you up into the bed of the Mack. You look in to see Greta and Aurelia already cozied up with each other, fast asleep. Rascal meanwhile is a literal heap of limbs piled on top of each other. You shake your head, chuckling a little. Suddenly, you feel a slap on your bum. You yelp in delight, hanging off the bed. You look down to see a very smug Thorn grinning. “Want some more?”

She-… SHE KNOWS!? She places her hand on your butt and pushes you in. “Good night, Sarge.”

>>43399307
Poor Kid.

>>43399307
That's it for tonight's tonk witches. Hope you all enjoyed it. And tomorrow to finish the weekend is a chapter of Magical Girl Libby. Hope to see you there.

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>>43399339
Thanks for running Schteel.

>>43399339
Thanks for running, boss.