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Engage Until Destroyed
🕑 Added 2024-10-12 17:00:12 +0000 UTCA camera drone prowls alongside Kah’D's ship, capturing the vastness of deep space surrounding the sexfighter and its leopard-clad pilot. It’s footage of live combat streaming for the universe to crave—and desire.
Encased in a glass bubble, the cockpit is her stage, a see-through cocoon that displays every shiver and shake. Her thin fuselage is adorned with leopard print that clings to its surface, swirling down to the tip of its tail like a deadly omen. The mercenaries stalk in the deep shadows of the exoplanet, hunting for their nocturnal prey.
An alert icon flashes on the pilot's display like a stubborn flame.
"This is Control to Leopard," The voice of a controller purrs from the safety of her mother ship.
"Come in, Control. What’s on the menu?"
"We have hostiles scouting on your twelve." The controller replies in a husky moan laced with desire.
Kah’D draws in a sharp breath for effect, "How long until contact?"
"Not too long now sweetheart... T minus 30, prepare to engage."
"Copy that, weapons hot." Kah’D grins and terminates the communication. She twists, ship contorting. Her eyes dart across the HYPESCAN, watching as the blips of three enemy ships close in like shimmering sharks.
A tremor ripples through the pilot and reminds Kah’D of the fragility of her own existence. Her foes will throw everything to destroy her. Yet, she can’t wait to unleash fury on her enemies.
Leopard presses her hips deeper into the ship's embrace. It hums, matching her fervour.
"Come for me," she hisses at the cameras with clenched teeth, "show me what you've got." Her voice gushes with self-assurance, like rich honey cascading from a jar. "I've got a high score to break today."
The pair of chrome rods nestled within her crevices begins to vibrate, pummeling to the staccato beat of her heart. Her followers observe, their eyes glued to every movement. Each high sends waves through the tight rubber suit encasing her might. Each shudder and moan is broadcast for her allies and foes to witness.
"Let them watch," she thinks, the carnal display fueling her fervour for triumph. "Let them see what I'm made of."
And with a primal roar – half human, half machine – her warship leaps forward, a phoenix ready to burn the sky.
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Turtle
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