The cockpit shuddered as Mīmī’s fighter spiraled, hit by a direct energy beam from her enemy. She gasped, eyes wide in panic, as her control systems flared to life. Two pulsating rods buried deep inside her buttocks vibrated violently, injecting a surge of hot life support goo into her body.
Her grip tightened on the controls, knuckles white as the pressure built. The vibrations grew relentless, each pulse sending waves of heat through her core, pushing her closer to the edge. Her chest heaved, teeth clenched, trying to suppress the primal scream that clawed its way up her throat.
But it was too much. In mere seconds, the overload of pleasure energy pulsed through her, the very force she relied on to power her ship and weaponry. Her body convulsed, torn between agony and ecstasy, as the energy threatened to rip her apart. Every nerve, every muscle, trembled on the verge of detonation.
She had only moments before she'd explode—before the raw, volatile power consumed her entirely.
This is a reproduction of my original marker drawings. I have selected this image to celebrate the revival of the Sexfighters series (formerly Starfighters).
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