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Unlike people in the 21'st century, Cole lived a life of constant fear and hardship and at the age of 14 he'd seen far more cruelty and abuse than most people see in their entire lifetime.

After finding a picture of his Mother with a large bipedal tank rubbing her belly, Cole quickly went to find his mother and ask her about the picture, not really caring if he liked what she had to say.

Cole found his Mother in the garden, tending to some very exotic looking plants and she didn't even budge when her son came over, "I see you found it " the older woman said with a touch of regret in her voice.

"Is it true then Mom, is that thing my Father?" he asked her with anger and sadness in his voice.

Slowly turning to face her only surviving child, she looked at him for and long time and saw so much of her husband in him, and with years of guilt weighing heavily on her soul, she looked at Cole.

"Yes It's true" she told him.

"I want to find him" he replied back to her.

"But first tell me his name" said Cole with excitement.

"Your Father's name is Demolisher" she told him.

And before going to find his old man, Cole gave his mom a big hug, then he turned away from her and began walking west in the direction of Mechcandron, where he would find his father and grandfather.

Cole had been traveling for almost two weeks, and was in need of supplies so coming across a little town he made his way over to see what or who was there, and came across a seemingly empty store and grabbed some things before leaving.

Cole was barely out of the town, when the sound of police sirens caught his attention, cursing himself for being careless, he ran as fast as he could and just when he about to make it he was grabbed and came face to face with a surprised police copter.

"Y-your just a kid" said the copter as his partner caught up to him.

"Well well what's this" said the other cop who was a Green and black tank morph.

"Oh just some punk Human that was caught stealing" replied the blueish gray copter.

"FIRST OFF YOU BIG METAL NEANDERTHALS I'M HALF HUMAN!" yelled the angry teen.

"W-why you little brat" the tank bit out as he moved to whip off his policeman's belt.

"Whoa calm down" said the copter before the tank beat the poor kid.

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN, THAT BRAT NEED HIS ASS WHIPPED" yelled the other cop.

"Will you calm down" snapped the copter.

And just as the tank was about to smack his partner, the copter grew quite scared as a large powerful looking Green, black, and tan colored tank came towards them with a scowl on his weathered face.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WITH ALL THE NOISE GENTLEMEN?" bellowed the imposing tank morph, who glared at them with his hands on his hips, and looking like he was about to snap.

"Well sarge, I caught the kid stealing from a store and he says that he's a half breed, but before we could ask him anything he mouthed off to Tread and I had to stop him from beating the kid with his belt" the other tank morph told the sergeant with a sheepish smile.

Once the copter morph had released him, Cole took notice of the sergeant looking at him and before he knew it, felt the tank lift him up and the realization that they were related hit them like a explosion

"H-hi dad" said Cole anxiously.

The sergeant was overcome with emotions as he dropped to his knees and hugged his long lost son. And smirked at the other two morphs, as they struggled to grasp what was happening.

When the two of them regained their composure, the sarge had put his son down and glared at the two quivering officers, while Cole smirked at them from behind his father's massive foot.

"You guys in for it now, I can just picture dad punishing both of you and I can't wait to watch you two squirm and beg for forgiveness" laughed Cole darkly.

And the sergeant was shocked by how much his son was enjoying the misery of the two other officers.

As much of a brat as the boy was, he wasn't wrong about the officers needing to be punished and as they all walked back to the city, one punishment came to mind and the thought of using it on the two morphs made the sergeant's metallic cock strain against his crotch plating.

And it was a bonus that every morph was gathered around the base, while most of the morphs were mostly tanks and heavy assault vehicles, there were also some planes and helicopters as well.

Part of the sergeant didn't want his son to witness such a harsh punishment. But at the same time, he needed to give everyone a reminder about who was in charge, as well as engage the troops and civilians in a little bonding.

About 10 minutes later, Cole had a good view of the most freaky and amazing spectacle that he'd ever saw, not even five feet away from where he was watching from, was an orgy of tank, plane, and copter morphs.

Two of silvery blue f-18's were licking the ass of a hummer, while the sergeant was being sucked off by a orange and tan colored tank, and Cole could actually hear the sound of the tank licking the sergeant's cock as well as his father's aroused grunts of pleasure.

"That's it, suck daddy's cannon" grunted the sergeant as he was thrusting into the other officer's mouth.

Just as Cole thought that what he was seeing couldn't get any more nasty, he looked to his left, and saw that a brown and tan tank morph had parked his ample rump on the face of a medical copter morph and lightly bounced up and down while being rimmed.

And over on his right, sat the tank that had been sucking off his father, but what surprised Cole the most, was that his father was bent over the other tank's broad lap about to be spanked.

"Holy fuck, I hope grandpa doesn't see this" said Cole.

Then without warning, a loud smack sounded in the air, and the other tank began spanking the sergeant's chubby yet muscular ass, much to the amusement of the young half morph.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Arrgghhh" yelled the sarge as his butt was already stinging after just a few minutes and was a nice shade a pink.

Nice butt sarge" said three smirking and very aroused tank morphs.

The sergeant was completely red faced, from having been spanked in front of his troops as well as his son, but what was even more humiliating was that the other tank kept him pinned across his knees and his cock was starting to get hard.

It was one thing for sergeant Demolisher to use spanking as a disciplinary action, but for him to receive a bare bottomed spanking was completely different and it was something he hadn't had since he was his son's age.

And he was glad that his father hadn't seen this. Just when all seemed quiet, a loud booming voice sounded in the air, "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" bellowed a much older and cranky tank morph.

And every morph looked at who arrived and their eyes bulged in fear, as the imposing figure of general Hammerstone came into view, with a scow on his aged face and hands behind his broad back.

For a few minutes, nobody moved, and before long the scowling elder tank morph gave a big smile, before he and three other elder tank morphs came over to them and all four of them were already horny.

Just then the general got a glimpse of Cole and moved over to him and bent down, "a bit young to be serving aren't you son" said the elder tank with a slight touch of humor in his voice.

"Who is this old geezer" said Cole.

And everybody gasped as the general looked like he was going to explode with rage, "that geezer is general Hammerstone, and he's your father's old man" whispered a dark green and yellow tank morph to Cole.

"What have I gotten myself into" said Cole softly.

Before long, general Hammerstone beckoned two tank morphs over as he released his massive erection which seemed to salute the sky, "alright gentleman you have two choices either suck me or suck each other" said the general in a commanding voice.

And the two tanks looked at one another, before kneeling on either side of the general who was seated on a metal crate, opened their mouths and began licking his massice cock.

While the general was getting serviced, Cole noticed that his father had gotten of the other morphs lap, and was coming over to him flanked by the orange and tan tank who was drooling over the sarge's roasted butt.

"This is Sandstinger, Mechandron city's best interrogator and disciplinary officer" the sergeant said as h introduced the other tank to his son.

After the introductions, the three of them saw that general Hammerstone was still being licked by the two morphs, and was no closer to blowing his load, even as the two tanks lashed Hammerstone's cock with their tongues.

"Hey, you two better give the general some relief soon or else I'll make you both suffer" teased Sandstinger with a laugh.

When a sleepy Cole was carried over to the sergeant, both Demolisher and Sandstinger looked down the sleeping boy with warm smiles. Unbeknownst to Cole, the tanks looked at each other with worried expressions as the boy was starting to look more like Sandstinger.

"We have to tell him" said the orange and tan tank.

"How are we going to tell him that his mother had sex with both of us within a week and that you are his actual father and not me" yelled the other tank.

"I knew something was off about this" said Cole who had pretended to be asleep.

"I know, and it'll all be explained in time" said Sandstinger sadly.

"That's good to know" said Cole as he was carried by his father his real father to his quarters.

"But first can you tell me WHY I'M HEAVILY ARMORED OR SPROUTING A CANNON LIKE THING OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD" screamed Cole angrily.

"Young man, I will not have you using such profanity and if I hear you use such words again I'll spank you so hard that you sit for a year" said the angry tank.

"Love you too dad" laughed Cole.

One thing was for sure, life in Mechandron city would never be the same, and if the other morphs were as full of sass like his son, then Sandstinger would have his hands full with having to discipline all of them.

The next day, Cole woke up to the sound of general Hammerstone yelling at his men, for no doubt failing at something and curiosity got the better of him and he looked out his bedroom window to see the green and yellow tank from yesterday being tied to a post of some kind.

Quickly leaving the barracks, Cole arrived just in time to see his father walk up a little ways behind him with a whip in his hand, and wanted to help the poor tank morph but was frozen with fear instead.

"Dad you don't have to do this" pleaded the young morph.

"Yes I do Son" replied Sandstinger sadly.

Cole could only watch as the general began to address his troops, "lieutenant highstrike as been charged with the crime of helping a enemy soldier launch an attack on the human city in the neutral zone which killed over fifty thousand humans, and will be given 80 lashes with a polarized shock whip by our chief disciplinary officer grand marshal Sandstinger."

Cole was stunned by the news that his father was a grand marshal, in morph society, the title of grand marshal meant hat his old man was the only person who could punishing an officer of the law or anyone else for any crime.

Cole watched as his father powered up the whip and began the punishment.

The first strike landed on Highstrike's upper back, which was promptly followed by another one then another and each time that the whip snapped across his back, the lieutenant grunted and he did not want to give his team the pleasure of hearing him scream.

Over and over, Sandstinger the other morphs back, which was crisscrossed with gashes in inch or two long, as black oily blood dripped down his broad back and pooled around his feet until all 80 lashes were given.

A teary eyed Cole went over to where the tank was, and payed no attention to the sympathetic looks the others were giving him, tentatively he reached out and gently touched other morph.

Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"He'll be fine in a few days" said Sandstinger glumly.

Cole turned to look at his father who seemed just as pained by the whole thing as he was.

"What's going to happen to Highstrike now?" asked Cole as he and his father untied the passed out tank.

"As far as I'm concerned his punishment is over" replied the older tank.

As the both of them helped take the whipped morph back to base to heal, one thing still bothered the young half morph, what happened to his mother, did she survive the onslaught or was she one of the casualties.

Cole was curious about what caused lifeless Earth machines such as tanks, helicopters, and planes, to become an actual living breathing sapient species. And more importantly how did his parents meet.

Later that day, Cole heard what sounded like an orgy, and chuckled at how it was possible for a bunch of old people to his sexually active, and was glad he hadn't gone and check what was going on.

Because one of the tanks had let rip a loud fart, which was followed by the sound of an angry yell, "dammit Sandstinger could you not do that while your ass is near my face" bellowed Charger a dark blue and tan tank.

"Well it's your own fault for asking Sandstinger to play twister with us after consuming high quantities of low grade fuel and Mexican food" yelled treadz a black and tan tank.

"Hey guys can I play too?" asked Cole.

'NO, go to bed!" yelled all three tanks at once.