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Original Description:
“Darn it, stupid train” was the sentence that you said out loudly while you were walking down the dirt path that symbolized the way towards your home. You recently got out of the work, and, in a regular scenario you would’ve taken the train, but…
“Can’t believe those guys messed up with the railroads…” you said out loud again, as you kicked a rock in frustration. The train, that was supposed to be your ride home, had broken down because of seemingly some problematic foals which messed up big time, and as such, there was no train.
“Atleast I live close…” you silently muttered again, talking to yourself, and you were right; atleast you lived somewhat close to where you worked, yeah, it wasn’t exactly a five minute travel, and it was going to take you some long time to walk back home, but you were glad that you didn’t live on something far away like Manehattan, or heck, Canterlot. Don’t want to know how those pampered nobles do when their train gets broken down mid-mountain.
The thought of random royalty having to climb a steep mountain made you giggle slightly, as you imagined the scenario in your head. But soon that image was gone and you were back in the road, looking around.
There was a forest between your work and your home, and this exact location was where you were at currently, the old and seemingly unused road indicating you the way to go. You imagined this was going to take a while, and as such, you took hold of your handy MP3 player that you kept on your hammerspace, and, without much thinking, you put on the earbuds and turned it on.
The music was a nice companion for this long walk, and atleast you were somewhat entertained while doing so. You gently (And a bit silly) hummed to the song that was on, gently bouncing your head to the beat.
Somewhere nearby, a gigantic… no… colossal…. Monumental… yeah, that’s right; a monumental creature was gently trotting, the trees barely reaching her chin as she kept on. But this creature didn’t exactly also lose the train…
The creature, which was big, really big, had a seemingly metallic hull where her body should be, the legs coming out from the bottom and the head from the top, and, talking about heads; she had an equally big turret on hers, the weapon coming from a battleship. She also had smaller turrets on her rear area, both pointing at random locations.
This particular creature was a tank pony, and, as the name says, it was a pony + a tank, though more specifically this lady wasn’t a tank but a land cruiser.
She gently strode, looking around at the landscape over the foliage. She tried to avoid the trees to not accidentally chop one down, so she picked a certain old road that was big enough for her.
Meanwhile, you were still headbanging, this time a bit more noticeable as a certain song was on that you loved very much. You stopped briefly to mimic the electric guitar with your front hooves as it made their fiery solo, then continuing slightly.
Below you, pebbles bounced, and the ground rattled slightly, but you didn’t notice, you were too busy humming to the beat and silently singing to the lyrics.
The music started again, further distracting you from the other things in the real life that were around you, like that certain pond that seemed to be disturbed by an invisible force, and the fact that the ground was rattling a bit stronger.
Said music was so awesome, that you closed your eyes, banging your head even more. Music was quite good for helping you relax and walk without having to get reminded of that dreaded train, but it wasn’t good for paying attention to your surroundings.
And that fact was soundly proven as you catastrophically failed to notice a shadow being casted upon you, and the music blocked the booms behind you that almost sounded like steps. You were indeed too busy distracted to actually notice…
…That a huge thing was behind you…
You kept on, smiling, not caring for anything and not even noticing that the celestial sun wasn’t irradiating you anymore. And, before you noticed what was going on, something suddenly pushed you towards the ground and pressed you down, your body suddenly being caught between something and the dirt-covered ground, and tightly squeezed.
What was currently keeping you pinned, and didn’t let you move, was a hoof, a gigantic hoof that dwarfed your puny size as they kept on over you. You panicked, hyperventilating slightly; as you tried to escape, but the sheer weight didn’t let you even move a muscle.
Suddenly, and out of nowhere, whatever was pressing you down lifted upwards, leaving your body in the ground as said thing kept on their way, you lied there, dizzy, trying to make sense of what happened, and hoping that you were intact.
But that time wasn’t enough for you to notice another hoof coming your way, seemingly intent on also crushing you. And, before you could even react or get out of the way, said hoof came down upon you, you went from trying to realize what was going on to being again pressed in pretty much two milliseconds.
You gasped, scaring yourself again as you tried to push whatever that thing was with all your force, but it was useless, as the huge weight was administered to your whole body. Even then, you started to calm down slightly as you realized that you weren’t hurt, you didn’t feel any pain, and, actually, whatever was keeping you pinned seemed soft and fluffy.
The hoof lifted off again, you still not realizing what happened, but this second time was different, as your whole world shifted randomly, when you finally noticed what was going on, you panicked; you were quite high in the air, seemingly stuck in something that was lifting you.
And then, the realization hit you with a figurative metal bat right in your horn; you were stuck in a hoof. But that realization also made you realize that you were stuck in a hoof, said appendage coming downwards again, as you only closed your eyes, knowing the ground was coming closer.
BOOM! And again, your little figure was squeezed against the ground, this time you couldn’t help but idly think that it actually felt kinda nice, but you still kept on struggling, the hoof stomping you and not letting that.
Meanwhile, the gigantic tank pony kept on walking, not realizing at first that she had stepped on a micro pony, though after a while, a tingling on her hoof woke her up from her daydreaming, and she curiously stopped, her hind hoof lifted. But she didn’t need to check to actually notice what it was. She got quite shocked and scared, letting out a gasp as she looked to her rear with fearful and teary eyes that properly described her current emotion; panic.
“O-Oh my!” she blurted out as realization dawned upon her. She looked behind, blushing heavily, “I’m so sorry!” she said, her tone being laced with fear and apologetic in nature. “I-I didn’t mean it” she continued towards the micro stuck to her hoof, as she gently lowered it down to the ground, and tried to help the tiny break free.
The adorkableness and apologetic feelings of the tank pony was a shocking contrast from her… whole tank herself. But this particular tank pony, despite being one of the biggest (If not the biggest) was also the gentlest and kindest. “I’m sorry! I-I-I just didn’t feel you there, honest!” she apologized again, her blush intensifying a little as she felt the tiny pony she just stepped on trying to free themselves.
Soon, both the efforts of the tank pony and the micro pony turned into results as the latter fell down the hoof, hitting the ground in a rather amusing way.
“A-are you okay?” she said, and, after making sure that the micro was not on her hoof anymore, she turned. The big, heavy mass of metal and flesh rotating around her axis as she carefully stepped on to face the tiny, and then knelt down.
The tiny pony, meanwhile, was still dizzy of what just happened, trying his best to gain balance and regain his senses. When he finally did so, he was face to face with the aggressor that dared to crush him underhoof like a petty insect, he was going to be mad, but…
What he looked at was not a snarling macro, but actually a very shy and embarrassed gigantic tank pony that was trying to make herself as low as possible to know that he was fine and not hurt. Her face indicated her gentleness and kind disposition, and her worried and teary eyes locked onto your body, examining you closely, trying to see if you were harmed.
“I-I’m fine…” you said, as you rubbed your head lightly. You could hear the tank pony make a sigh of relief as she smiled at you “Are you sure?” she asked again, a pang of anxiety from hurting some innocent pony remaining
“Y-Yeah, I’m sure” you confirmed, as you looked towards her again. “W-what did happen?” you asked, knowing part of the answer, but still curious.
“Glad to know that you are fine… and… Um…” she started, blushing heavier as she admitted it; “I… I just… stepped on you… three times” she said, looking aside bashfully. “D-don’t worry, it’s just.. 1000 tons, h-hehe…” she said, her nervous chuckle betraying the original mood of the sentence “Again, I’m really sorry” she finalized, looking towards you shyly.
“I-It’s okay… really…” you said again, not being able to get mad to that cute face and cute expression and cute shyness (And also being slightly afraid of that colossus of a gun she had in her head).
“Oh…” she said, again letting out a sigh of relief knowing that you weren’t mad at her, atleast not at the end. “I-If you want I can take you to your destination” she said, smiling towards you in a rather cute and bashful way. Then, as an annex to her sentence, she brought her forehoof towards you, the fluffy and soft-looking underside facing upwards. “N-n-n-not… stuck to my hoof… of course… unless you want it that way…” she said, almost whispering the last part of her sentence, her dorkness levels were as big as herself.
You chuckled lightly at the suggestion, and smiled towards her “Well… my home is a bit far, so… why not? Just… don’t step on me again, will ya?” you joked towards her, bringing out your positiveness. That seemed to calm her down from her shyness, as she smiled back towards you, gently picking you up and placing you on her metallic tank hull, starting to walk again on the road, but this time paying attention to it.
Original Description:
“Darn it, stupid train” was the sentence that you said out loudly while you were walking down the dirt path that symbolized the way towards your home. You recently got out of the work, and, in a regular scenario you would’ve taken the train, but…
“Can’t believe those guys messed up with the railroads…” you said out loud again, as you kicked a rock in frustration. The train, that was supposed to be your ride home, had broken down because of seemingly some problematic foals which messed up big time, and as such, there was no train.
“Atleast I live close…” you silently muttered again, talking to yourself, and you were right; atleast you lived somewhat close to where you worked, yeah, it wasn’t exactly a five minute travel, and it was going to take you some long time to walk back home, but you were glad that you didn’t live on something far away like Manehattan, or heck, Canterlot. Don’t want to know how those pampered nobles do when their train gets broken down mid-mountain.
The thought of random royalty having to climb a steep mountain made you giggle slightly, as you imagined the scenario in your head. But soon that image was gone and you were back in the road, looking around.
There was a forest between your work and your home, and this exact location was where you were at currently, the old and seemingly unused road indicating you the way to go. You imagined this was going to take a while, and as such, you took hold of your handy MP3 player that you kept on your hammerspace, and, without much thinking, you put on the earbuds and turned it on.
The music was a nice companion for this long walk, and atleast you were somewhat entertained while doing so. You gently (And a bit silly) hummed to the song that was on, gently bouncing your head to the beat.
Somewhere nearby, a gigantic… no… colossal…. Monumental… yeah, that’s right; a monumental creature was gently trotting, the trees barely reaching her chin as she kept on. But this creature didn’t exactly also lose the train…
The creature, which was big, really big, had a seemingly metallic hull where her body should be, the legs coming out from the bottom and the head from the top, and, talking about heads; she had an equally big turret on hers, the weapon coming from a battleship. She also had smaller turrets on her rear area, both pointing at random locations.
This particular creature was a tank pony, and, as the name says, it was a pony + a tank, though more specifically this lady wasn’t a tank but a land cruiser.
She gently strode, looking around at the landscape over the foliage. She tried to avoid the trees to not accidentally chop one down, so she picked a certain old road that was big enough for her.
Meanwhile, you were still headbanging, this time a bit more noticeable as a certain song was on that you loved very much. You stopped briefly to mimic the electric guitar with your front hooves as it made their fiery solo, then continuing slightly.
Below you, pebbles bounced, and the ground rattled slightly, but you didn’t notice, you were too busy humming to the beat and silently singing to the lyrics.
The music started again, further distracting you from the other things in the real life that were around you, like that certain pond that seemed to be disturbed by an invisible force, and the fact that the ground was rattling a bit stronger.
Said music was so awesome, that you closed your eyes, banging your head even more. Music was quite good for helping you relax and walk without having to get reminded of that dreaded train, but it wasn’t good for paying attention to your surroundings.
And that fact was soundly proven as you catastrophically failed to notice a shadow being casted upon you, and the music blocked the booms behind you that almost sounded like steps. You were indeed too busy distracted to actually notice…
…That a huge thing was behind you…
You kept on, smiling, not caring for anything and not even noticing that the celestial sun wasn’t irradiating you anymore. And, before you noticed what was going on, something suddenly pushed you towards the ground and pressed you down, your body suddenly being caught between something and the dirt-covered ground, and tightly squeezed.
What was currently keeping you pinned, and didn’t let you move, was a hoof, a gigantic hoof that dwarfed your puny size as they kept on over you. You panicked, hyperventilating slightly; as you tried to escape, but the sheer weight didn’t let you even move a muscle.
Suddenly, and out of nowhere, whatever was pressing you down lifted upwards, leaving your body in the ground as said thing kept on their way, you lied there, dizzy, trying to make sense of what happened, and hoping that you were intact.
But that time wasn’t enough for you to notice another hoof coming your way, seemingly intent on also crushing you. And, before you could even react or get out of the way, said hoof came down upon you, you went from trying to realize what was going on to being again pressed in pretty much two milliseconds.
You gasped, scaring yourself again as you tried to push whatever that thing was with all your force, but it was useless, as the huge weight was administered to your whole body. Even then, you started to calm down slightly as you realized that you weren’t hurt, you didn’t feel any pain, and, actually, whatever was keeping you pinned seemed soft and fluffy.
The hoof lifted off again, you still not realizing what happened, but this second time was different, as your whole world shifted randomly, when you finally noticed what was going on, you panicked; you were quite high in the air, seemingly stuck in something that was lifting you.
And then, the realization hit you with a figurative metal bat right in your horn; you were stuck in a hoof. But that realization also made you realize that you were stuck in a hoof, said appendage coming downwards again, as you only closed your eyes, knowing the ground was coming closer.
BOOM! And again, your little figure was squeezed against the ground, this time you couldn’t help but idly think that it actually felt kinda nice, but you still kept on struggling, the hoof stomping you and not letting that.
Meanwhile, the gigantic tank pony kept on walking, not realizing at first that she had stepped on a micro pony, though after a while, a tingling on her hoof woke her up from her daydreaming, and she curiously stopped, her hind hoof lifted. But she didn’t need to check to actually notice what it was. She got quite shocked and scared, letting out a gasp as she looked to her rear with fearful and teary eyes that properly described her current emotion; panic.
“O-Oh my!” she blurted out as realization dawned upon her. She looked behind, blushing heavily, “I’m so sorry!” she said, her tone being laced with fear and apologetic in nature. “I-I didn’t mean it” she continued towards the micro stuck to her hoof, as she gently lowered it down to the ground, and tried to help the tiny break free.
The adorkableness and apologetic feelings of the tank pony was a shocking contrast from her… whole tank herself. But this particular tank pony, despite being one of the biggest (If not the biggest) was also the gentlest and kindest. “I’m sorry! I-I-I just didn’t feel you there, honest!” she apologized again, her blush intensifying a little as she felt the tiny pony she just stepped on trying to free themselves.
Soon, both the efforts of the tank pony and the micro pony turned into results as the latter fell down the hoof, hitting the ground in a rather amusing way.
“A-are you okay?” she said, and, after making sure that the micro was not on her hoof anymore, she turned. The big, heavy mass of metal and flesh rotating around her axis as she carefully stepped on to face the tiny, and then knelt down.
The tiny pony, meanwhile, was still dizzy of what just happened, trying his best to gain balance and regain his senses. When he finally did so, he was face to face with the aggressor that dared to crush him underhoof like a petty insect, he was going to be mad, but…
What he looked at was not a snarling macro, but actually a very shy and embarrassed gigantic tank pony that was trying to make herself as low as possible to know that he was fine and not hurt. Her face indicated her gentleness and kind disposition, and her worried and teary eyes locked onto your body, examining you closely, trying to see if you were harmed.
“I-I’m fine…” you said, as you rubbed your head lightly. You could hear the tank pony make a sigh of relief as she smiled at you “Are you sure?” she asked again, a pang of anxiety from hurting some innocent pony remaining
“Y-Yeah, I’m sure” you confirmed, as you looked towards her again. “W-what did happen?” you asked, knowing part of the answer, but still curious.
“Glad to know that you are fine… and… Um…” she started, blushing heavier as she admitted it; “I… I just… stepped on you… three times” she said, looking aside bashfully. “D-don’t worry, it’s just.. 1000 tons, h-hehe…” she said, her nervous chuckle betraying the original mood of the sentence “Again, I’m really sorry” she finalized, looking towards you shyly.
“I-It’s okay… really…” you said again, not being able to get mad to that cute face and cute expression and cute shyness (And also being slightly afraid of that colossus of a gun she had in her head).
“Oh…” she said, again letting out a sigh of relief knowing that you weren’t mad at her, atleast not at the end. “I-If you want I can take you to your destination” she said, smiling towards you in a rather cute and bashful way. Then, as an annex to her sentence, she brought her forehoof towards you, the fluffy and soft-looking underside facing upwards. “N-n-n-not… stuck to my hoof… of course… unless you want it that way…” she said, almost whispering the last part of her sentence, her dorkness levels were as big as herself.
You chuckled lightly at the suggestion, and smiled towards her “Well… my home is a bit far, so… why not? Just… don’t step on me again, will ya?” you joked towards her, bringing out your positiveness. That seemed to calm her down from her shyness, as she smiled back towards you, gently picking you up and placing you on her metallic tank hull, starting to walk again on the road, but this time paying attention to it.
A little drawing I did of the Landkreuzer P.1000 Ratte, which was… pretty much the biggest tank ever designed in history, but making her shy and cute :3. (And super fluffy, but that’s kinda my style at this point XD)
Tried to find many pics of the Ratte IRL, but so far most of them have that big-ass turret gun, and the smol Maus turrets on the back, so I went with that design (For that matter, that thing sticking out is another 128mm gun, on the front hull.)
Many thanks to my good friend OtterPony (Hey Cherry Cookie :P), that helped me quite a lot in deciding the pose, to not mention the story, and also motivational support :3. Thank you for helping me so much! (And he was the reason why this it’s kinda on the verge of kinkiness, so blame him for that, mwahahaha >:P)
Note: This is tagged Safe, if I understood an admin correctly, so please don’t change the rating, thx >.>
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