Lightning Dust’s eyes travelled over the magnificent metal beast, alight with fiery passion.
Her lounge lolled out of her mouth, her breaths becoming hot and ragged.
She had waited so long for this moment. She had craved by day, and dreamt by night of when he would come. It had not been easy, getting hold of an old Soviet KV-2 from the 1940s, and not cheap, for that matter, but now he was here, alone…
Just for her.
She craned her neck down and dragged her tongue along his upper glacis, a wet trail of saliva being left behind. As she reached one of the welding lines, she moaned, an itching sensation welling up inside of her. As her muzzle reached the driver’s viewport, she stopped, lifting her head up and pulling her tongue back insider her mouth.
“Ohhhh, someone’s been dirty.” Lightning moaned in a seductive voice as she swallowed all the dirt and dust that her tongue had collected. Her rear hoof stroked the front gunners port, exploring all the bumps and imperfections created from years of use along its round and otherwise smooth surface.
“It’s been far too long, where have you been all my life?” Lightning’s eyes adopted a maniacal grin as she took to the air, swooping up on top of his turret. She slowly, sensually lowered herself into the commander’s hatch, letting out a breathy sigh as her plot touched the worn and cold fabric of the seat.
“Do you feel me inside of you, Brad? Do you feel me, inside of you?” She thought the name ‘Brad’ fit him perfectly. Only a ‘Brad’ could have stronk armour plates, a massive 152mm howitzer and a sexily large turret, as this tank did. Besides, Lightning knew he loved being called that.
She began to rub her marehood against the seat as she took part of the tank’s cannon breach into her mouth. Her juices began to spread across the seat as her arousal grew, showing just how wet Brad could make her.
After a few moments, she raised herself up from the seat, releasing the piece of cannon breech from her mouth with a wet pop. She manoeuvred herself to climb down the tank into the loader’s seat, but the inside of the tank had not been designed for pony use, and so as she lowered herself downwards, her mane got caught in the hatch’s latch, tugging her body to a stop.
Lightning gasped, the thrilling combination of arousal and pain shooting down her spine. “Ohhhh yeah, baby. I’ve been a bad, bad girl. Pull my mane, Brad, pull it haaaard.” She grabbed hold of a 152mm HE shell below her, grunting as the tank pulled harder at her mane. She let out a throaty moan, before beginning to furiously rub the shell against her wet pussy. “Fuck yes, Brad. I deserve to be punished for being a naughty mare and getting kicked out of the Wonderbolts! Yes! I’m a disgrace to everypony; I’m nothing more than a bitch!”
She stopped tugging, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Make me your bitch.”
She redoubled her efforts, pulling even harder on her mane and rubbing the shell more furiously against her clitoris. As the now warm and wet brass contacted her love button, she threw her head back in pleasure. “Fuck! Fuuuuuck yes!”
A pressure began to well up inside of her as she neared her climax, the pleasure becoming too much for her to bare. Without warning, her mane came loose and she dropped downwards, the high explosive shell penetrating her slick pussy and filling her completely. Lightning’s marehood clamped down on the shell as she came, squirting a clear liquid all over the shell and the bottom of the tank. She bit down hard on her own forehoof, muffling her cries of pure bliss as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
As the orgasm gradually subsided, Lightning slumped backwards into the loader’s seat, the shell still staying inside of her. Her eyes fluttered closed as the afterglow consumed her; Brad sure did know how to please her.
All that could be heard were Lightning’s gradually calming breaths, and the occasional dripping sound from beneath her.
Her eyes suddenly shot open, a predatory grin dashing across her face. “Oh, I’m not quite done with you just yet, big guy.” She swiftly climbed out of the tank, the shell making a wet squelching sound as it exited her love hole. Taking to the air, and ignoring the clear liquid dripping from her behind, she extended a hoof, dragging it along the length of the tank’s barrel. She bit her lip, vividly imagining what that long, hard metal shaft could do to her.
She flipped around in the air, coming to rest straddling the 152mm wide barrel. She leaned forward, letting out a contempt hum as she wrapped all four hooves around the thick metal pole. Raising her forehoof, she brought it down against the weathered steel of the barrel, striking it and eliciting a loud ‘clack’. The engine of the tank roared to life, ejecting a dark cloud of smoke into the air, having not been started for decades.
Lightning nuzzled the barrel, giving it a quick peck. A wide grin spread across her face. “Somebody’s easily turned on…”
The tank’s vibrations travelled up the barrel, stimulating her winking pussy. With a throaty purr, she rubbed her clit along the barrel, spreading her slick juices across its tip. As her pussy began to practically flow with arousal, and the tip of the barrel was sufficiently lubricated, it became apparent that Lightning was…
“Ready for round two!”
Her wings extended as she once again took to the air, lifting herself up and aligning her begging folds with the gun’s muzzle. With a length of almost one and a half metres, and a girth of around 240mm, Lightning knew that Brad’s equipment was no disappointment; she was practically drooling just looking at all of it.
Not waiting a single second longer, she plunged herself backwards, spearing herself upon the well lubricated length of steel. Lightning met resistance as she tried to shove the far too large phallus inside of her, but she would not be deterred; she would not stop until she became one with Brad.
Her wings pounded against the air harder and faster as she forced herself backwards, the barrel slowly entering her folds and spreading her apart. Lightning groaned in pain, but was undeterred; she was going do this.
Finally, with an obscene slurping noise, Lightning sunk completely onto the massive metal shaft. The combination of her pussy being completely filled, and the vibrations traveling up the barrel drove her to an instant orgasm, her back arching and marecum being sprayed out of her stretched slit.
After taking a moment to regain her strength, she grabbed hold of the barrel with her rear hooves, and with the help of her wings, began to jackhammer herself onto the metal spear. Tears began streaming out of her eyes as her body was wracked with both intense pain and intense pleasure. She bit her bottom lip in a futile attempt to muffle her screams, drawing a small amount of blood.
The tank’s engine roared, increasing the vibrations stimulating Lightning’s depths. An intense pressure gradually began to build up inside of her; she felt like she would explode at any moment. She could feel Brad’s barrel pushing up against her cervix, attempting to push its way through into her deepest confines. With a final push, it broke through, the long, thick, vibrating steel object invading her womb and filling her insides completely.
She instantly orgasmed, letting out an ear-piercing scream of euphoria. Her muscles spasmed as she came, squirting a jet of marecum out of her entrance and jettisoning herself off of the barrel and into the air.
The last thing Lightning Dust remembered was the blissful feeling of true love, and the sight of the ground rapidly approaching as she passed out from the pleasure.
Day 8 of new ownership:
KV-2 has been owned by mare for eight days now. Over the eight days, she has done nothing but make love with KV-2. Every single day, she’ll come down to her basement where she keeps KV-2, eyes of the half-lidded, and do of the molest.
She calls KV-2 ‘Brad’. KV-2 likes the name ‘Brad’. KV-2 will call KV-2 ‘Brad’ from now on.
But this is not what Brad was built for. Brad was built to do great things! Destroy villages! Attack enemies! Murder capitalist scum! Brad was not made to be some nymphomaniac’s plaything; Brad is stronk!
No. Glorious Brad does not deserve such punishment. Glorious Brad shall get revenge…
Dear old Lightning Dust forgets, that in Soviet Russia, you don’t fuck tank…
Tank fucks you.
Author's Note
Merry Christmas, FimFiction! I hope you enjoyed the little prezzie! 
I both apologize to, and thank everyone who has made it this far. However, I have no shame in writing this; it was worth it.
I really wanted to have the ending finish in a particular way, but I decided against it for... publicity reasons. The question is, should I make a sequel? If I do, it'll probably be about the idea that I decided to cut out. I'll put it on my list of stuff to get around to, either way.
Why did I do this? Well, I have a friend of mine who shall not be named. He likes Lightning Dust, and he likes tanks. So I thought, for a Christmas present, why not put the two together? And then things escalated... rather quickly... and this turned into a clopfic.
(This is where I insert the statement about this being my first time writing clop and to go easy on me. My excuse for this one, is that it's hard to write a clopfic where one of the parties is a inanimate object... 
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This story failed moderation a few times (heh), and so it ended up getting posted a few days after christmas. Sorry about that.
Ha. Hahaha. Anyway, this story was (almost) entirely made for satire, and so I hope at least somebody got a laugh outa this. I also greatly appreciate comments, so please don't be afraid to discuss your opinion (and/or spout your overflowing rage) below! 
This is... something I threw up in MS Paint in like 2 minutes. This is the best fan art I've ever had for a story, though!
