[Episode 117025] [Episode 117025]It is a time fit for heroes! A majestic time when weapons have reached their fullest potential as the ultimate fashion accessories. Tanks fly! Skirt hems are up - flares are out! Wooden nickels are legal tender. It is an age when talented individuals can shine!
The peaceful worlds of the Pan Vulpine Coalition, (A set of governments of fox-like peoples) battle for their very lives. The P.V.C. has had its harmless territorial demands met with wanton aggression. Now the Coalition’s home-worlds are invaded by the sinister forces of the race of mouse-people, the Vole Imperium, (or VIMP’s for short).
The Coalition is a group cheerful freedom loving democratic peoples who express their love for peace through maniacal obsession with guns and uniforms. The Imperium, on the other hand, believed in centralized authority and a unified galactic government. Therefore, they must be stopped at any cost!
To take care of such a threat, Coalition had formed an all-female tank battalion. The 101st Heavy Tank Crushing Battalion! The 101st has had one brilliant success after another, due to its finesse in dress sense, pose, and drama. Now deployed on the planet of Frammenwanger, the 101st storms gloriously onwards to new heights of fashion! No shopping will be left undone! No enemy will be unturned-on. It is a time of heroines! It is an age of...
TANK VIXENS!!!
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However, our story will NOT begin with the battles on planet Frammenwanger. NO! It takes place on another planet, in a galaxy pretty damn far away...
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“Planet Urth,” maniacal mouse of the Vole Imperium, General Udda Von Schteppenslammer, said as she looked at the view-screen on the main-bridge of the Imperial Battle Cruiser, the “Squealing Vorpal Narwhal of Death. “Zis leetle blue planet ist our target?” She asked in a very heavy, (and very poor) German accent.
“Yes, mine General!” A smaller male Vole in a World War II Nazi uniform answered. “We are closing in on Earth’s orbit. We schall be there in fourteen-hundred hours.”
The General stood up from her shadowed seat, revealing that she was wearing a rather tight leather corset with matching panties, thigh-high high-heeled bitch boots, and topped off with an impressive General’s hat and cape, (which was billowing thanks to a conveniently placed fan). “Excellent! Ze Vole Imperium High Command was gettin’ desperate for resources, und was shpecifically gettin’ un mein back about it.”
“Yes, General,” The VIMP Soldier agreed. “A planet that is over two-thirds water, lots of vegetation, and over six billion inhabitants.”
The blonde psychotic mouse-girl held up a gloved fist. “Metals, water, food-shtuffs, shlave labor, ze works! I just knew zat senting a shcouting ship into ze Milky-Way Galaxy to shee if zere was un unclaimed planet would pay off. But not even I vould haff guessed zere would be a planet wiff shuch potential...”
“Well, you most certainly found one, General Schteppenslammer,” The VIMP soldiers agreed. “EARTH!”
“Ches, Urth!” Udda cackled, “Urth shall fall to ze might of General Udda Schteppenslammer, the Beast of Betelgeuse, and belong to ze Vole Imperium of Shnuffi-Heim Shix!”
As the insane mousey woman posed her military (and feminine) might, another mouse-like woman with light gray fur and perfect short black hair in a dark gray corset/military uniform combination (with VERY low cut) was prepping the back-lighting to make sure her commander received full effect.
All VIMP Soldiers stood from their desk stations and saluted. “Long Live God Emperor Ubersqueakenfurher of Snuffi-Heim Six!” The shouted as one before sitting back down.
Chuckling superiorly, Udda turned her head to look at her right-hand woman/secretary. “Hilda! Shtats on zis pathetic planet!”
Nodding her head, the ever-silent servant to Udda held her laptop computer and flipped it open. Pressing a few buttons in rapid succession, a holo-vid screen appeared in mid-air before the General of the Vole Imperium Army.
Looking over information stats on the new enemy and pictures of the races of Earth, the General narrowed her eyes. “Oh, zis ist going to be too easy... Especially since all ze inhabitants seem to be freaks of nature! Vat are zey? Hairless monkeys!?”
Hilda just shrugged.
A VOLE Intelligence Officer stood up and saluted, “Hail Vole! Begging your pardon, General Schteppenslammer, ma’am!”
“Vat iss it!” Udda snapped at the pathetic male that spoke up. “Can you not shee I am in ze middle of un maniacal rant!?”
The VIMP Intelligence Officer shivered. It was never good to talk to his General when she was like this, but she had to be warned. “P-please, General Schteppenslammer. You must be wary of these ‘humans’.”
“Vy?” Udda asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“They, unlike most races around the numerous galaxies, could possibly be immune to ‘Posing Power’.”
“VAT!?” Udda shouted. “Explain zis at once!”
“Well, General ma’am,” The Officer shivered as he tried to explain things to the agitated military figurehead. “They have this thing they call the ‘internet’ and have access to girlie pictures in poses such as you yourself use constantly.” The Vole Officer gulped. “Your magnificence might not be enough to make the humans succumb to your charms.”
Growling dangerously, General Udda snapped her fingers. “Hilda!”
Nodding her head, the gray-furred mouse placed down her laptop and held up an AK-47 that she got from seemingly out of nowhere. She then started shooting the Intelligence Officer who dared to speak out against the General in quite the bloody fashion to be sure.
“Vank you, Hilda,” General Udda said as she started to walk over through the ranks of Soldiers at their stations on the bridge of the ship. “Zis fool! He dare to vink that mine assets aren’t up to shnuff!?”
She snarled as she pulled her top down, shoving her bosom into the face of one of her soldiers. “Zese titties haff conquered whole galaxies!” She shouted as the soldier fell back in a nose-bleed.
She then turned to another soldier, poking him in the eye with her breast. “Zese nipples can poke de eye out of un enemy at over a hundred-paces!” She ranted as the soldier writhed on the ground in pain as he held onto his bleeding eye-socket.
The General then thrust her booty back in the face of one of two lab technicians. “Vith un arse like mein, vat makes you vink zese humans will be able to keep from cumming in zeir pants!?” The two lab techs fell back in a cry of “SQUEE!” As their noses exploded in a spray of blood.
“HA!” The General laughed. “Shee? Taut as a drum, und muscles that can crack a walnut between both cheeks!” For emphasis, Hilda walked right up to her commanding officer and literally dropped a walnut between Udda’s butt-cheeks atop her panties. Clenching said cheeks, the walnut exploded, much like numerous noses and an eyeball which got hit by a shard of walnut shell going 80 mph.
“Ches!” Udda shouted. “Zis ist ze shtuff zat Empires are made of! God, but I love to show off. Hilda! Kill something!”
Holding up a rocket launcher one-handed, (her other hand held her laptop) Hilda aimed said weapon of mass-destruction at a poor pathetic soldier.
The soldier held up his hands defensively. “G-General, ma’am! Please!”
Frowning, Udda looked over her shoulder at the shaking VIMP soldier. “Vat ist it now?”
“For the killing spree,” The soldier suggested, “Can’t we wait until we reach Earth? It’s only a few more hours until contact. Can’t we just wait to slaughter some humans?”
Udda thought very seriously about that suggestion...
...For all of five seconds. “HILDA!”
*BOOM*!
“SQUEEEEEEEE!!!”
“I’d say so, Firen! Ze stores on siz planet are out of licorice stockings! Where Else can I buy such naughty treats!?”
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