It had been an unlikely maneuver, completely surrounding their opponent and managing to force an unconditional surrender; Katyusha had anticipated a stalemate after her forces herded the enemy tanks inside the dilapidated church-tournament guidelines forbid them to simply blow away what's left of the building's supports and leave the rival team buried. With no way to actually eliminate them without sending tank after tank into a bottleneck, the only option left would be to wait out the clock and let them be disqualified on their own.

A default victory.

After a short period of consideration, Katyusha declared this unacceptable; no battle could be fought by idling away one's enemy-furthermore, personal honour demanded that she meet them head-on and completely dominate her foes. That had been the original plan, to invite the opposing commander for "Negotiations" and give them two hours preparation before they would launch an all-out attack and end this stalemate. Not only would that let them stew in anxiety whilst her mighty armada loomed over their pitiful hideout, but it would also allow the blonde commander to catch a quick nap and a bowl of borscht.

That had been the plan, anyway. The actual conversation she had engaged in with the estranged Nishizumi commander was somewhat more... one-sided. She couldn't say it had ended poorly, however; there was no doubt in her mind that the enemy team would surrender unconditionally after this, and her belly was indeed filled. There was even still time for her to take a nap! Rubbing over the squirming orb that barely fit into her sled, she figured it would take nearly the entire two hour span before she would be ready to walk the commander back to her troops. Feeling Nonna's expressionless gaze rest watchfully over her prone form, Katyusha trusted her loyal subordinate to wake her at the appropriate time-as usual.

Settling into her mobile cot, the victorious commander dozed off, the muffled pleas and shouting quickly fading away underneath a chorus of Glorps and Gurgles amid the gently falling snow. Nonna remained steadfast over her commander's sleeping form, motionless but for a brief interruption to wipe away the trailing strands of saliva from her leader's lips, having regurgitated a few scraps of her defeated foe's ragged clothing. The small and delicate physique of the blonde was captivating, completely at odds with the soft teardrop stemming from the middle of her uniform; it was hard to believe they were the same age, given the vast difference in size and demeanor between the two of them-but Katyusha's iron will had never betrayed her crew, and that sentiment continued during this very moment.

Though Nonna would never doubt her leader, or even complain about an order received-she would even deign to serve as the small blonde's personal steed, to make up for her short stature in the presence of those more vertically inclined; occasionally Katyusha's behavior could be somewhat... inconvenient. After thoroughly dispatching the rival team's commander in a display of tactical brilliance, Nonna woke up Katyusha a short while before the ceasefire's allotted time was spent. She had noticed the commander's belly begin to settle into a more natural feeling paunch barely an hour after the imbibed enemy's struggling began to taper off. Was that really the best that the fabled Nishizumi Commander could manage? Perhaps her lack of will had been the reason she was cast out from her family home, or maybe Katyusha was simply able to neutralize her prey so effortlessly, she didn't even need to be awake to do so.

The issue arising from this rapid development, is that for all of the woman that had been broken down by her leader's digestive tract-more than a third simply stayed put; a rising potbelly of thick flab that burst from the blonde's uniform, steam wafting away into the cold wind. The Siberian chill wasn't the problem, they regularly wore uniforms that exposed their legs from boot to buttocks-what did occur found itself weighing rather heavily on Nonna's shoulders. Apparently the significant increase in mass did little to dissuade the formerly lithe blonde from requesting a ride on her favourite steed, quickly hopping onto Nonna's shoulders after their command tank arrived outside the enemy holdout.

Her knees nearly faltered as Nonna idly pondered why they had to park so far from the church; she knew that the image they presented would heavily demoralize the opposing team, once they realized what had occurred-but she suspected that her hunched-over form, hefting the jiggling mass of her commander's chub overhead was likely a sight more comical than imposing. She maintained her stoic demeanor, patently ignoring the raucous belch that fluttered about somewhere above the flabby expanse blanketing her scalp. She could hear loud groaning through the flesh pressed against her ears, conveying the last message of Miho Nishizumi to the world before Katyusha burped it into the silence of the Siberian tundra.

Trudging the last few meters towards the wide-eyes of the Oarai Academy team, Nonna considered that at least she didn't feel cold anymore...




Another one done up by  Ecchipandaa! I'll be getting a followup later on, so into the sequences folder it goes! Katyusha's my favorite GuP tanker by far (Short, Blonde & Sociopathic-who would have guessed); I've a really cool t-shirt with her that I never wear because all my clothing inevitably gets super beat up. I think I'll just buy a second one, I guess.

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