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The sand-coloured tank pony idly walked down the dunes, unsure of where to go, she had forgotten where the base was and she now walked without any kind of sense of direction.
“Darn it… I’m pretty sure that the way is not over here guys” the female tank pony said exasperated, her crewmembers were arguing about the actual path for some minutes but they hadn’t reached for a consensus yet. The tank pony, seeing that it was probably better to stop and try to communicate with someone else instead of getting more lost, sat down on her haunches and started trying to radio anyone in the vicinity, her heavy rump making a loud thump and her tracks clacking as she sit on the cold sand.
It was nighttime, primetime, and it was actually quite cold, while the tank pony herself didn’t feel that much of a coldness by her insulation, she had told the crewmembers not to open any hatch to avoid getting frozen themselves or having hypothermia.
“All stations, all stations, is anybody there? This is the AA unit of the 23th Regiment. Can somebody hear me?” She called down on the radio, occasionally moving her massive hoof towards her head to poke lightly the antennae.
“Stupid connections, can’t really hear anything” she said back to her crewmembers in a defeated tone, she wasn’t going to let her crewmembers die neither she was letting herself die either. There must be a way out.
She idly looked around, wondering if there was anything else she might be missing, at a certain point her radar detecting some kind of disturbance coming towards her but she dismissed the idea, they didn’t have any enemy and it was probably just a plane passing by, or a malfunction, her radar needed some adjustments.
“I guess we’re spending the night here, right?” said the gunner of the tank pony, he was somewhat warm inside the interiors of the turret-hat she had, but he was worried still.
“I guess so… Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure someone’s going to find us when daytime comes, do you have the flares there?” She asked back, any spectator would’ve thought this tank pony was crazy and talking to herself, but it wasn’t the case.
“Uhh… yeah, there’s some flares, and if anything you can use your tracers as an emergency flare!” the driver, listening to the conversation, idly joked.
“Haha, yeah, that’s…” she was about to reply, when the disturbance on her radar was becoming stronger, she could detect a certain aircraft flying towards her, it wasn’t fast, so she still didn’t believe it was some kind of combat aircraft, but it was flying low… perhaps they might have a problem?
She idly looked at the direction where the aircraft should come, when suddenly her radar went crazy, multiple radar signals appeared on her screen as she was assaulted by a flurry of information, she sighed and turned down her radar, great, this thing broke again.
Quickly she ignored whatever thing was coming, assuming it was a malfunction, then she went on to complete her reply “Sorry… yeah, that’s actually a-“
This time, she couldn’t even get to reply or finish her sentence when suddenly she heard something, it was a jet engine, turbofan if she could tell the difference, but civilian aircraft that use turbofans don’t fly this low… when she turned around she was not only assaulted again with information but assaulted physically when a sudden gray blur speeded towards her.
The tank pony was hit with a considerable force, though nothing she couldn’t herself manage, having said that, she was temporarily stunned by the impact, when she got back on her senses her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk like pinpricks.
She…
She was flying…
Tank ponies don’t fly… unless you’re an Antonov An-40
But she wasn’t one…
She squeaked in horror as she felt two warm forelegs wrapped around her and squeezing her tightly, the crewmembers inside being rocked around comically by the movement. She looked down only to promptly wish she never had when she saw the sandy terrain go away, the large pony-sized hoofprints she left on the sand disappearing completely, which only meant she was gaining altitude, she tried to look back her a little to know what was going on, atleast until a voice made her body shiver.
“Captured ya. You’re now my POW” teasingly said a voice behind her, most likely the one hugging the tank pony. The thing is that she didn’t recognize the voice; it wasn’t a plane pony she knew. She squeaked again in terror as she managed to stutter “W-who are you?! Please… put m-m-me down!”. It was supposed to come out like an order, but it came out like begging instead. Meanwhile, she contacted on radio to all stations frantically “ALL STATIONS, ALL STATIONS, AN UNKOWN PLANE PONY HAS CAPTURED ME! REQUESTING ASSISTANCE, REQUESTING ASSISTANCE, OVER!”, at the same time firing her dual 37mm cannons in an effort to be seen.
“Don’t worry” said the plane pony who had taken her prisoner “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m friendly! Heard your distress call and came here to help you” she sweetly said towards her smol companion. Said companion doubting a bit of her testimony but not wanting to check out, she assumed that she had listened to her radio so she stopped trying communicating over there. Soon, the plane pony would reply the questions she did before “I’m Steel Cat, a Northrop A-9, USAF, and no, I’m not going to put you down, not now atleast… what’s your name?” she said teasingly, nuzzling the radar installation of the tank pone with her soft and furry cheek.
“Eep, S-S-Sky St-Striker. Please, I-I-I’m afraid of heights!” The tank pony retorted, looking down at the terrain that only seemed to go away more and more every second. She slightly grimaced when she analysed the response, more specifically at the ‘Not putting you down now’ part, she hoped she wasn’t thinking of doing a suplex or some crazy wrestling move on her. Atleast until she realized of something else more important: ‘Northrop A-9, USAF’
She mentally let out an ‘Oh fuck’ when she realized what that means, she couldn’t help but have memories of the Iraq War, while she was put in service after that war, she heard of the masses of tank ponies being shredded with their rotary cannons and air-to-ground missiles, she squirmed in panic a little but stopped after realizing that that might make her fall, then she tightly grabbed both hugging arms of the plane pony to avoid having said fate. She looked back a little to confirm and got scared when she saw the face of her assailant, or most importantly, her maw, the back of the throat which housed inside the feared GAU-8 that destroyed T-80’s like paper with Depleted Uranium rounds, and with her paper thin armour she wasn’t going to do anything against one of those.
“You’re so cute when you’re scared, but I won’t hurt you, I promise, I just want a cuddle partner” The plane pony said teasingly, hugging her tighter, some part of the tank pony liked the tight squeeze, mostly because that meant fewer chances to slip and fall to her demise, but the other part was unsure what was going on and just did confused screaming. While she wasn’t thinking on hurting the plane pony anymore (She didn’t want the USAF sic on her every attack aircraft for downing down an comrade, neither she didn’t want herself to taste the power of the mouth-GAU or a Maverick or a laser-guided bomb) she still constantly elevated and downed her guns in an involuntary action of pure fear, this one the fear of heights, which had taken prevalence over fear of actual capture or unknown fate.
“P-p-please hold me tight, I don’t want to fall” She shamelessly begged to the plane pony, trying her best to have as much psychical contact with the plone in a relatively vain attempt to hold to something in case she fell down her grasp ~and also because the plane pony had rather soft fur~. The plane pony giggled at her response and gently cooed “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall, I promise!”, hugging her tighter and making sure to hold her correctly, in any case the altitude both had meant that if she actually did fall she could pick her up again before hitting the ground, but she wasn’t going to make her suffer that experience, it’s not like ponies afraid of heights love to fall off the sky like sack of potatoes.
Soon, the plane pony stopped going upwards and went northwest, in a directly horizontal way, which only made the tank pony shiver looking directly at the terrain, atleast when she was transported she was asleep and inside an plane pony, not outside and prone to fall. The sound of the turbofans being a constant reminder that she was soaring the skies, while she did somewhat like the experience, she would’ve preferred to have a giant parachute the next time she flew like this
“Haha, stop worrying, you’re not going to fall” the plane pony warmly said to her, noticing her anxiousness and trembling. In order to try and distract her from her fears she sheepishly said “Don’t worry, the airbase is close, we’ll find out where are you from and return you back to your division, but in the meanwhile you’ll be with me… I’m soft and fluffy”, referencing the fact that she was going to cuddle with the tank pony.
…Meanwhile the tank pony didn’t mind cuddling and snuggling with her until the end of time… as long as it meant not getting the Brrrt, neither falling down from the sky, or getting a Maverick in her butt, and the list goes on…
Original Description:
The sand-coloured tank pony idly walked down the dunes, unsure of where to go, she had forgotten where the base was and she now walked without any kind of sense of direction.
“Darn it… I’m pretty sure that the way is not over here guys” the female tank pony said exasperated, her crewmembers were arguing about the actual path for some minutes but they hadn’t reached for a consensus yet. The tank pony, seeing that it was probably better to stop and try to communicate with someone else instead of getting more lost, sat down on her haunches and started trying to radio anyone in the vicinity, her heavy rump making a loud thump and her tracks clacking as she sit on the cold sand.
It was nighttime, primetime, and it was actually quite cold, while the tank pony herself didn’t feel that much of a coldness by her insulation, she had told the crewmembers not to open any hatch to avoid getting frozen themselves or having hypothermia.
“All stations, all stations, is anybody there? This is the AA unit of the 23th Regiment. Can somebody hear me?” She called down on the radio, occasionally moving her massive hoof towards her head to poke lightly the antennae.
“Stupid connections, can’t really hear anything” she said back to her crewmembers in a defeated tone, she wasn’t going to let her crewmembers die neither she was letting herself die either. There must be a way out.
She idly looked around, wondering if there was anything else she might be missing, at a certain point her radar detecting some kind of disturbance coming towards her but she dismissed the idea, they didn’t have any enemy and it was probably just a plane passing by, or a malfunction, her radar needed some adjustments.
“I guess we’re spending the night here, right?” said the gunner of the tank pony, he was somewhat warm inside the interiors of the turret-hat she had, but he was worried still.
“I guess so… Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure someone’s going to find us when daytime comes, do you have the flares there?” She asked back, any spectator would’ve thought this tank pony was crazy and talking to herself, but it wasn’t the case.
“Uhh… yeah, there’s some flares, and if anything you can use your tracers as an emergency flare!” the driver, listening to the conversation, idly joked.
“Haha, yeah, that’s…” she was about to reply, when the disturbance on her radar was becoming stronger, she could detect a certain aircraft flying towards her, it wasn’t fast, so she still didn’t believe it was some kind of combat aircraft, but it was flying low… perhaps they might have a problem?
She idly looked at the direction where the aircraft should come, when suddenly her radar went crazy, multiple radar signals appeared on her screen as she was assaulted by a flurry of information, she sighed and turned down her radar, great, this thing broke again.
Quickly she ignored whatever thing was coming, assuming it was a malfunction, then she went on to complete her reply “Sorry… yeah, that’s actually a-“
This time, she couldn’t even get to reply or finish her sentence when suddenly she heard something, it was a jet engine, turbofan if she could tell the difference, but civilian aircraft that use turbofans don’t fly this low… when she turned around she was not only assaulted again with information but assaulted physically when a sudden gray blur speeded towards her.
The tank pony was hit with a considerable force, though nothing she couldn’t herself manage, having said that, she was temporarily stunned by the impact, when she got back on her senses her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk like pinpricks.
She…
She was flying…
Tank ponies don’t fly… unless you’re an Antonov An-40
But she wasn’t one…
She squeaked in horror as she felt two warm forelegs wrapped around her and squeezing her tightly, the crewmembers inside being rocked around comically by the movement. She looked down only to promptly wish she never had when she saw the sandy terrain go away, the large pony-sized hoofprints she left on the sand disappearing completely, which only meant she was gaining altitude, she tried to look back her a little to know what was going on, atleast until a voice made her body shiver.
“Captured ya. You’re now my POW” teasingly said a voice behind her, most likely the one hugging the tank pony. The thing is that she didn’t recognize the voice; it wasn’t a plane pony she knew. She squeaked again in terror as she managed to stutter “W-who are you?! Please… put m-m-me down!”. It was supposed to come out like an order, but it came out like begging instead. Meanwhile, she contacted on radio to all stations frantically “ALL STATIONS, ALL STATIONS, AN UNKOWN PLANE PONY HAS CAPTURED ME! REQUESTING ASSISTANCE, REQUESTING ASSISTANCE, OVER!”, at the same time firing her dual 37mm cannons in an effort to be seen.
“Don’t worry” said the plane pony who had taken her prisoner “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m friendly! Heard your distress call and came here to help you” she sweetly said towards her smol companion. Said companion doubting a bit of her testimony but not wanting to check out, she assumed that she had listened to her radio so she stopped trying communicating over there. Soon, the plane pony would reply the questions she did before “I’m Steel Cat, a Northrop A-9, USAF, and no, I’m not going to put you down, not now atleast… what’s your name?” she said teasingly, nuzzling the radar installation of the tank pone with her soft and furry cheek.
“Eep, S-S-Sky St-Striker. Please, I-I-I’m afraid of heights!” The tank pony retorted, looking down at the terrain that only seemed to go away more and more every second. She slightly grimaced when she analysed the response, more specifically at the ‘Not putting you down now’ part, she hoped she wasn’t thinking of doing a suplex or some crazy wrestling move on her. Atleast until she realized of something else more important: ‘Northrop A-9, USAF’
She mentally let out an ‘Oh fuck’ when she realized what that means, she couldn’t help but have memories of the Iraq War, while she was put in service after that war, she heard of the masses of tank ponies being shredded with their rotary cannons and air-to-ground missiles, she squirmed in panic a little but stopped after realizing that that might make her fall, then she tightly grabbed both hugging arms of the plane pony to avoid having said fate. She looked back a little to confirm and got scared when she saw the face of her assailant, or most importantly, her maw, the back of the throat which housed inside the feared GAU-8 that destroyed T-80’s like paper with Depleted Uranium rounds, and with her paper thin armour she wasn’t going to do anything against one of those.
“You’re so cute when you’re scared, but I won’t hurt you, I promise, I just want a cuddle partner” The plane pony said teasingly, hugging her tighter, some part of the tank pony liked the tight squeeze, mostly because that meant fewer chances to slip and fall to her demise, but the other part was unsure what was going on and just did confused screaming. While she wasn’t thinking on hurting the plane pony anymore (She didn’t want the USAF sic on her every attack aircraft for downing down an comrade, neither she didn’t want herself to taste the power of the mouth-GAU or a Maverick or a laser-guided bomb) she still constantly elevated and downed her guns in an involuntary action of pure fear, this one the fear of heights, which had taken prevalence over fear of actual capture or unknown fate.
“P-p-please hold me tight, I don’t want to fall” She shamelessly begged to the plane pony, trying her best to have as much psychical contact with the plone in a relatively vain attempt to hold to something in case she fell down her grasp ~and also because the plane pony had rather soft fur~. The plane pony giggled at her response and gently cooed “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall, I promise!”, hugging her tighter and making sure to hold her correctly, in any case the altitude both had meant that if she actually did fall she could pick her up again before hitting the ground, but she wasn’t going to make her suffer that experience, it’s not like ponies afraid of heights love to fall off the sky like sack of potatoes.
Soon, the plane pony stopped going upwards and went northwest, in a directly horizontal way, which only made the tank pony shiver looking directly at the terrain, atleast when she was transported she was asleep and inside an plane pony, not outside and prone to fall. The sound of the turbofans being a constant reminder that she was soaring the skies, while she did somewhat like the experience, she would’ve preferred to have a giant parachute the next time she flew like this
“Haha, stop worrying, you’re not going to fall” the plane pony warmly said to her, noticing her anxiousness and trembling. In order to try and distract her from her fears she sheepishly said “Don’t worry, the airbase is close, we’ll find out where are you from and return you back to your division, but in the meanwhile you’ll be with me… I’m soft and fluffy”, referencing the fact that she was going to cuddle with the tank pony.
…Meanwhile the tank pony didn’t mind cuddling and snuggling with her until the end of time… as long as it meant not getting the Brrrt, neither falling down from the sky, or getting a Maverick in her butt, and the list goes on…
A quite ironic drawing I’ve made with the ZSU-37-2 “Yenisei” SPAAG (Self Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun) and the Northrop YA-9 attack aircraft, the competitor of the Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt in the A-X program. I’m unaware of why the YA-9 was cancelled (Aside from having different engines IIRC) but I just drew them because both I wanted to draw one of my favourite planes and one of my favourite tanks and also because I love drawing odd or not well-known aircraft and tanks, seems reasonable :D
The equipment on the underwing pylons is based off several pictures of real A-10 Thunderbolts. From left to right: AGM-65 Maverick, Mark 82 free-fall bomb (?), AN/ALQ-184(V) ECM Pod, GPU-5 gun pod (for extra brrrrt), and an AIM-9 Sidewinder. :P
The markings on her fur are strongly based both on the A-10 Thunderbolt plane pony Blitz and the real aircraft painting, more specifically the blue stripe in the vertical stabilizer. Meanwhile the markings of the tank pony are the roundel of Iraq, which I’ve seen a few times on tanks/ground forces as well, and (Partly hidden) the Iraq flag. :P
Had to search up for quite a lot of info to find out if they would be contemporaries, since both the ZSU-37-2 and the YA-9 didn’t go into active production or service, hopefully this drawing makes sense atleast and you guys get to like it. XD
(And yes, I headcanon that plane ponies and tank ponies are the fluffiest and cutest things in all of Equus, fite me m8 I’ll rekt u >:P)
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