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Fire and Frost SCREAM,“Well, this is another fine mess.” Tara looked at her stepsister Kara and rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I planned for this to happen, sis.” The red head looked back at Kara and struggled against the bands holding them. The restraints were massive, much larger than one would have though necessary to hold a pair of nineteen year-old college volleyball players. But then, Tara and Kara Bishop were far more than that. Far more, and clearly whoever had attacked them at their hotel was aware of that. “We’ll just spend some time in the hot tub,” Tara went on, looking over at her stepsibling. They were still dressed in the bikini tops they had been wearing in the tub, Tara’s a bright pink and Kara’s a shimmering electric blue. The skimpy outfits were made even more daring by the way the machine claws holding their arms had them pulled out wide, stretching the material over those perfectly shaped orbs and so that the nipples beneath were outlined against the fabric. Below the waist, each girl was wearing a pair of what might have passed for volley-ball outfits, except for two things. First, they were far to short and revealing to be regulation approved in any competition. And second, they shimmered in a way that made them seem almost metallic. Like the bikini tops they were unusually tight, leaving very little to the imagination of what lay underneath fabric that might almost have been sprayed on. Kara looked around as the girls hung spreadeagled in front of each other. Tara was always a little more hot-headed than her, while she preferred to remain cool and calm. Ironically it was here idea to get frisky in the hot tub. Her blue eyes took in the large space they were in. It had lots of shadows, but the scientific equipment spoke of some kind of laboratory. She could even see two of the giant metal figures that had attacked them – hulking, ten-foot-tall humanoid shapes with massive arms and legs and dome like, featureless heads. It had been a long drive from their gymnastics competition out of state, and they had decided to crash at the hotel they had found just off the interstate. Both of them were feeling tired by elated by their win at the competition, and it had seemed like a perfect way to celebrate together. Kara watched Tara struggling now. Her stepsister’s breasts quivered in the bikini top as she pulled this way and that. They had been moving under Kara’s gentle caress when the mechanoids had burst in on them in the tub, hitting them with some kind of sonic filed that had paralysed them before they do anything to defend themselves more than begin summoning their costumes. Tara gave up her struggle and slumped down in the restraints. “Any idea what they might want with us?” Kara looked at her body, then Tara’s. “Two hot teenage girls in bikini’s strung up like this?” She frowned. “I don’t imagine it’s good.” “And you would be right,” a voice announced. Lights snapped on across the room. A man was walking towards them, dressed in a lab coat but with a black body suit underneath across which was a white cross – like a Christian cross but with arrow points at the end of each of the lines. His hair was dark though greying at the temples, slicked back so that it was almost more like a skull cap than hair. His eyes studied them from behind a pair of rounds, steel rimmed glasses. “Tara and Kara Bishop,” he said, looking at each of them in turn. “Or should I say, Teen Fire,” he nodded to Tara, “and Teen Frost!” he smiled at Kara. “Hi,” Tara said. “And you would be? I mean, you know, besides the loony scientist of the week?” The man’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes grew a little more dangerous. Kara knew at once that her sister was baiting the man to get information they could use, but sensed there was only so far you could push this one. “My name – my Christian name – “he replied, putting emphasis on the word ‘Christian’, “is not important. But since you and your sister choose to give yourselves outlandish and prideful titles, you may address me as the Puritarch.” Tara raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re shitting me? The Puritarch? Like you put puritanical dick and patriarchal asshole together in one word?” She laughed. “Wow, you must be a therapist’s wet dream.” Again, he smiled as he walked over to one of the consoles. “Yes,” he said, touching a button. “Quite.” As he worked the controls, the arms holding both girls began to move. They pulled outwards slowly, stretching both of the young women’s limbs in four different directions. The girls felt the muscles of their young bodies straining to accept the new position, leaving them wincing in discomfort. “Nice toys you’ve got, Mister Puritarch,” Tara commented. “You get these at Walmart?” He touched the button again. The machines pulled on their arms and legs, stretching them another inch. Only an inch, but the discomfort in their shoulders and hips turned to actual pain. Not bad yet, but enough to make Kara gasp and Tara give a little groan. Their bodies hung now with the bellies tight and flat, breasts pulled higher and prouder in the tight bikini tops. “Okay, we get the point,” Kara called out, before Tara could speak again. “You’re the one in control, right?” He gave a little laugh. “That is correct, Ms. Bishop. I see at least one of you can learn quickly.” Kara panted a little and looked over at Tara. Her sister was clearly in just as much pain as she was, and the blonde decided she had played enough of this game. They could get answers from the man in the lab coat after they had broken free and pummeled him a little. “I do,” she told the man, “Like when it’s time to change up the game.” She grinned at Tara, who smiled back. Both girls concentrated, focusing on the powers that they had been given by the alien crystals that hung in their belly rings. The gems, one red and the other blue, began to glow immediately. Then energy blazed around the two young women. Kara screamed as she felt fingers of yellow electricity dancing all over her stretched body, making her shudder powerfully in the restraints. Tara clenched her teeth and gave a stifled cry of her own while she did a jerking, breast shaking dance in her own cuffs. The electrical barrage lasted for several seconds. When it was done both girls slouched down in the mechanical arms. They were panting hard, curved chests rising and falling while they felt the after-effects of the current jumping along their nerves. “Ah yes, your fire and frost powers. Aberrations gifted to you by a so-called extra-terrestrial. I am quite aware of your pagan abilities. And have taken steps to make sure they are not an impediment to our efforts here.” “Damn,” Tara said. “What a shocking development.” Her continued attitude seemed to trigger something in the Puritarch. He hit a button, and another jolt of electricity blazed across the body of Kara’s sister. “GAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!” This time the jolt drew a true scream from Tara. Kara watched her shuddering and spasming in front of her and looked to the man wearing the cross. “Okay, she gets the point.” He shut down the barrage. Tara’s head dropped forward, and she sucked in gulps of air while sweat ran down over her body. “I’m not sure she does,” the Puritarch said. “But I think I know how to make her understand.” He pressed a button next to the one he had just touched. The yellow lighting ran down form the mechanical arms stretching Kara and then over her firm body. She screamed, feeling the yellow sparks searing over her skin like the claws of demons. “AAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!” “Stop,” Kara heard Tara shout. “Stop it!” He didn’t. Instead, the pain increased. Kara felt the lighting burning along her arms and legs, then eating at her body with burning fangs. It ripped at her back, and along her belly to make it feel like she was being gutted. The lightning touched her breasts and gnawed at them under the flimsy bikini fabric. It chewed on her nipples to make her scream even louder and danced between her legs were her soft sexual being burned at its touch. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!” “STOP!” Tara screamed as loud as Kara. “PLEASE JUST STOP HURTING HER!” The current vanished, like a light being turned off. Kara hung with her body twitching and tears leaking from eyes. Every muscle in her body felt like it had been yanked and torn. “That much pain would have killed a normal teenage girl,” the man in glasses said quietly. “But I trust it has made your situation clear. Disrespect will not be tolerated. And I understood.” Tara looked at Kara across the space between them, then turned on the Puritarch. She looked ready to curse him out, then noticed his finger next to the button controlling Kara’s pain. “Yes,” she said tightly. “I understand.” “You understand…sir.” said the man. Tara breathed deeply. “I understand, sir.” “Very good,” he replied. Both girls felt a sense of relief as he stepped away from the console. It was very clear they were dealing with someone prepared to inflict suffering at the slightest provocation. And while their bodies were stronger than those of a normal human’s and healed fast even without their powers activated, they could still be hurt and feel pain. “It is important that you know that you are here to help you,” he told them. “I do this, not out of malice or sadism, but for the good of your souls.” Kara felt her nerves still jumping under the skin, but her head was clear enough for her to speak. “Maybe…maybe if you explained to us…sir.” “Yes,” he said. “Yes, you are young, and women, and cannot be expected to understand on your own.” Kara caught the look in her sister’s eyes. Not only a Christian right nut-job, but a misogynist as well. Well, that tracked. But she focused her attention on the man as he began to talk again, like a preacher giving a sermon. “Our country, our very world, is in danger. Danger of moral decay, of the collapse of the very values that hold up civilization. It comes in many forms, but always from the same source. The source of all evil and wickedness.” As he spoke, images formed as holograms in the air above him. The girls watched as they resolved into figures which had an almost demonic appearance to them. Seven of them, circling over the Puritarch like vultures. “Sloth. Greed. Anger. Envy.” He pointed to them as they moved slowly. “Pride, or course, and gluttony. And perhaps the most dangerous of all…” The figures paused with one hanging near the girls. It looked almost like two separate creatures, though joined at the waist, with one side male and the other side female entwined about each other in what was clearly a carnal embrace. “…lust!” The figure’s dissolved and another image took form. Tara and Kara both gasped to see two beautiful young women in the hotel hot tub, their bikini clad bodies moving together as they shared a passionate kiss. My God, that’s us! Kara realized. The image changed again. This time the girls were naked, in their bedroom at college, with Kara’s legs twined around Tara’s shoulders while her beautiful stepsister lowered her lips to Kara’s young pussy. She licked at it slowly, and Kara gasped and smiled and ran her fingers through Tara’s red hair. “Women loving women,” the Puritarch said. His voice was low and menacing. The image changed again to Kara placing loving kisses across her Tara’s soft breasts, teasing the nipple to hardness with her tongue while her fingers moved down to open the cleft of the redhead’s own sex. They moved slowly together in bliss while the blonde sister used her fingers inside the love cleft and Tara suddenly grabbed her and pulled her up to kiss her hungrily. “And even worse, sisters!” His voice went from menace to genuine anger. “Sisters, sharing in an act of lesbian perversion! Base homosexual incest!” Kara could have pointed out that she and Tara were stepsisters, not related by blood, but she knew it would make no difference to this man’s rage-fueled ideology. “You two so-called heroes are a blasphemy,” he told them. “Your powers sent by the forces of evil to make you appear like benefactors, when in fact you encourage the innocent into acts of wickedness and sin. Wearing your so-called costumes to provoke feelings of lustful carnality as you display your body shamelessly. Tara was staring hard at the man. This freak was clearly taking the concept of slut-shaming to a whole new level. “So, what are you going to do, sir?” she asked, putting a sarcastic tone on the last word. “Kill us?” He shook his head. “No, young woman. Though God knows, you probably deserve it. But no, I am not going to kill you. I am going to help you.” “Help us how, sir?” Kara asked him. “By purging you of these evil ideas and feelings,” he told her. “By cleansing you of your unnatural attraction.” Tara had never reacted well to this kind of intolerance, and her anger flared again now. “It’s not unnatural. We’re in love. We love each other. You’re the one sneaking around taking video of two girls having sex in private.” Kara was afraid her sister’s outburst would trigger another electrical punishment. But the man smiled grimly. “You think that now, girl. Because of the evil in you, fed by the demon that gave you these powers of sorcery and witchcraft. But don’t worry. You will soon see the light.” “And how do you plan to help us do that?” Tara snapped. His smile grew sinister. “In the time old traditions, child. To purges the sins of the flesh, through the SUFFERING of the flesh.” He pressed another sequence of buttons. Both girls braced themselves for another electrical onslaught. But it never came. Instead, they found the arms that held them moving – not to stretch them even more painfully, but to bring them closer together. At the same time, the mechanisms holding their wrists titled back while the ones around their ankles pushed forwards. Tara and Kara found their bodies leaning back as their feet were drawn out until their toes were almost touching. The girls looked at each other. The stretching of their legs meant that their thighs were spread wide apart, and they had an excellent view of each other’s sexual regions. Normally they would not have minded such a sight, but the sisters had the strong impression that the Puritarch had something sinister in mind with that positioning. And with their ability to draw on their alien powers blocked; they could call on the power of their magical stones Mersha had provided them. “Okay,” Kara said, trying to keep her cool and appreciating the irony of the statement. “What are you doing?” “Do whatever you want to me,” Tara piped up. “But don’t hurt Kara.” The man snickered. “Such loyalty. Such nobility. But I know it is simply a mask to hide your true wicked natures. The arms moved again. The girls were being pushed closer to each other. Or more precisely, their young womanhood's were being pushed closer together. Tara shot a look at Kara. Her expression said it all. What is this freak planning to do? Have us fuck each other as a way to find Jesus? Another set of buttons was pushed, and Tara gave a sudden cry of surprise. Her costume bottom had appeared, though the look in her eyes told Kara her lovely sister had not been the one to summon it. Somehow it seemed the Puritarch had the power not only to suppress their powers, but to activate them at will. “Do not bother trying to use your flame to escape,” he told Tara. “It, like you, are totally under my control. Witness.” Fire appeared over Tara’s costume. A bright, flickering yellow and red flame positioned directly above her the sheer costume over her loins. It burned continuously, while the red head moaned. Like Kara, her power had the ability to bring her intense pleasure, and the maniac at the console had positioned the flame right over Tara’s sensitive pussy. “It feels good for you, I know,” Puritarch told them. Tara bit her lips as the heat washed through her. Using their powers in that way always gave them a sensual thrill. “But I wonder if you sibling lover will agree.” The machine moved Tara even closer. The red-head’s sense of bliss was interrupted by the sight of Kara looking down at her flickering flame and squirming. “Wait,” Tara snapped. As she drew even closer, she tried to draw back, but could only move an inch to spare her sister the oncoming fire. An inch the moving machine dissolved in less than a second. Kara felt the heat of the fire. Her costume was sturdy, made of alien material that had resisted bullets and bombs. But it could still conduct heat that her body could feel. And she felt it now. “Stop!” Tara yelled louder. They were so close now that the fire over her sex was fluttering against Kara’s costume bottom. “Ah.” Kara felt the flame – or rather the heat of it – through the metallic covering. Not bad yet, little more than a steady warmth, but it was getting hotter. “What is the matter, Teen Fire?” the man controlling them said. “Don’t you want to be closer to your lover?” The machine edged them even closer. Close enough that the girls could feel the gentle pressure of their pussies pressing against each other. The fire across the front Tara’s costume continue to burn, rising up out of the place where the girls were pushed together. “AAAH!” Kara jerked back. The machine pushed them together harder. She squirmed against her sister. The warmth had become pain, and it was getting worse. She panted and heaved, but there was no way to escape. “STOP THIS!” Tara called out to the Puritarch. Her eyes, wide with fear, went from him to Kara and then back again. “Stop it! You’re HURTING HER!” Kara gave a soft sob, followed by a louder cry. The heat was pain now. Pain soaking through the resilient crotch of her costume and into the tender flesh of her sex. She tried to access her own icy powers to negate it, but whatever the Puritarch had done to block them was still in place. “Why?” the man laughed. “I thought you girls enjoyed this kind of thing.” He kept laughing as Kara’s cries got louder. Her pussy was roasting. She heaved, her body rubbing against her sisters in a way they had done before, but not like this. Not as torture! “OH GOD!” the blonde girl screamed. The pain was awful. She struggled and heaved, Tara joining her to try and give her some relief from the anguish. Tara was weeping, watching her lovely sister burn and wail. The red head turned to the watching villain again. “PLEASE. I’LL DO ANYTHING. JUST STOP HURTING HER!” Kara threw back her head and screamed. Her pussy was full of pain. Sweat ran down her body. The crystal’s essence made her tougher than normal even without her full powers, otherwise she would already have fainted from the pain. At once the flame flickered out. The girls remained pressed together at the hips, suspended in their restraints while the blonde beauty’s screams turned back into racking sobs. “Kara!” Tara leaned forward. Her sister’s breasts were rising and falling like sweet young mountains. “Honey, talk to me.” “Hurts,” was all Kara was able to croak out. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Tara rounded on the Puritarch again. “You fucking animal!” The man in glasses absorbed her insult without blinking. “You wished her to have a reprieve. Very well. I can be generous.” Kara gasped again. Not because she was hurting though. In fact, quite the opposite. A sensation of wonderful coolness flowed through her. Her eyes opened, and she saw the shock on her sister’s beautiful face. “Oh no,” she whispered. Frost was forming over her costume bottom. A fine layer of icy frost, with little wisps of fog the drifted down from the place where the girls were pushed together, vag to vag with only their costumes in between. “NNNNN!” Tara was shaking. She could feel the cold on her sex. Cold that was quickly turning arctic as Kara’s power was activated without her consent. She tried to squirm away as Kara had done earlier, but their crotch pieces were frozen together. “Shit!” Tara panted. The cold was as bad as holding a piece of dry ice between her legs. Her loins were stinging with the pain. In seconds it was like icy needles were being pushed into her covered love flower. “Tara!” her sister yelled. “C-c-cold!” the red head gasped. Her body was shaking. Her nipples stood out against the bikini top as stiff points. “Oh Jesus!” “Calling on our Saviour to deliver you?” Puritarch scoffed. “He is the one who delivered you sinners to me.” “Turn it off!” Kara demanded. Tara was crying, feeling her pussy being frozen. “You monster, you’re killing her.” “Admit your love is a sin,” he snapped back at her. Tara shook her head so that her red hair whipped over her face. “Don’t!” she told her sister and lover. “Don’t give this bastard what he wants!” There was a crackling sound as more ice formed over Tara’s costume. Her belly shook and she screamed. “You sick fucking creep!” Kara shouted. Her normal icy demeanor had given way at the sight of Tara’s torture. Tara’s eyes rolled back. Her screams had become gurgles of agony. “And…change!” Puritarch shouted. The flip of a switch saw Tara’s pussy burst into flame. The ice turned to water and steam with a hiss. Tara gasped, heaving up as she felt her pain subside. Only to be replaced by Kara’s sudden wail. “Confess your sins!” the man yelled at the nineteen-year-old superheroines. “Confess or you will burn, either by flame or be ice. Burn and scream.” Kara’s scream was not long coming. The madman was more eager now. Tara’s fire was like a blow torch, eating at her sex with scorching flames. The feeling of sweet sexual pleasure her ice had brought was obliterated by the searing agony of her pussy filled with hot, sizzling torment. “NOOOO!” She shook her head and heaved against the manacles. Her breasts danced inches from Tara’s own curves. “OH GOD! FUCK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!” “KARA!” the red head screamed in horror. “NO!” “YES!” Puritarch yelled back. “Fire!” Kara shrieked. Tara wailed, wide eyed and watching her own pussy fire torturing the blonde. “And then frost!” The fire winked out. Cold like a blizzard struck them both. For Kara, gasping relief. For Tara, screaming anguish as her love tunnel began to freeze solid. “Cold that can turn flesh freeze blood solid!” the man gibbered. “Cold so intense she feels the cells of that sin-meat swell and burst!” Tara screamed and screamed, her breath turning to fog between the two prisoners. Kara felt her pussy healing and throbbing with unwanted pleasure as her beloved stepsister endured her sex being turned to ice. “YAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!” “Admit it!” the Puritarch screamed at them. He was practically frothing at the mouth, watching the two beautiful girls suffer as one. “Admit your love is wrong, evil. Confess your sins and repent you wicked lust!” Tara shook her head. “NO! I LOVE YOU KARA!” She jerked and wailed. “YOU’RE THE EVIL ONE!” the blonde yelled back at him. “YOU’RE FUCKING INSANE, YOU RELIGIOUS FREAK!” The man’s eyes were bulging as he stared at them. “You dare? YOU DARE! VERY WELL!” His hand went to one of the levers on the console he had not used yet. “FOR YOUR DENIAL, YOU WILL SUFFER THE ULTIMATE PENALTY!” He threw the switch. “THOU SHALT NOT SUFFER A WITCH TO LIVE!” He screamed. At once Tara felt her body blaze with heat. Kara’s body continued to radiate cold, and the two powers slammed into each other through the joining of their bodies. Both girls screamed. Tara felt her pussy exploding, burning with the fire of her power at the same time as Kara’s icy cold tried to freeze it. For Kara it was the same – her sister’s power trying to destroy her while her own energies kept her alive. Alive and screaming. “OH GOD!” Kara wailed. She thrashed madly, shrieking and sobbing. Tara was the same. Blue and red energies swirled like storm clouds around their tightly pressed sex-mounds. “GOD has abandoned you, wretched child!” the Puritarch shouted. “Now the devil will receive your sinful souls in hell!” Kara screamed again. Her love-mound was in torment, pain and pleasure colliding in chaotic torture. Pain…AND pleasure! “TARA!” she shouted. The agony in her sex was blinding, but she it aside. “TARA…WE HAVE TO…WORK…TOGETHER!” Tara looked at her through her disheveled red hair. Her lovely face was a rictus of pain that made Kara’s heart want to burst with sorrow. Kara leaned forward. She was shaking, trembling. As another burst of energy came from their battling womanhood's her bikini top was ripped away, baring her lovely breasts. They were sweat soaked and shaking as she pulled against the massive metal arms. “Together…Tara…” she moaned. Tears ran from her eyes. “We can do it!” Tara gave another cry of pain, but she leaned forward to. Their faced came closer together. Their eyes were fixed on each other, fixed on the love they felt for each other. “No!” the Puritarch gasped. His eyes went to the wildly changing displays on his console, then back to the tortured girls. “NO! What are you doing?! Their heads came closer. Both girls felt the shoulders stretched the point of agony, but their gymnastics skills let them push through, push closer. “I love you…Tara…” Kara panted. Her sister wept. Her own bikini top burst into flames and vanished. “Love…you…so much!” she gasped. The Puritarch stepped towards them, hands waving. “STOP! STOP!!!” Teen Frost and Fire ignored him. Their whole world was pain, but also love. Pure, glorious love of two women. Their lips met. They kissed, and the power that had been surging in their pussies was now a closed circuit. It arched through them both, pain and pleasure but they could bear the pain. They could bear the agony, because it was for each other. The girls pushed their love-mounds hard together. They pumped, rubbing hard, giving each other completely to each other. Their nipples brushed against each other while their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. The pain reached a crescendo as their pussies kissed through their costumes. The ultimate act of womanly love, one that could kill them with pain even as they raged towards their orgasm. And it didn’t matter if they died like this, because they were together in love and sex. “STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!” The madman screamed, racing back to the console. Too late. The energy of Kara and Tara’s combined power exploded. Exploded with the power of their climax as they came together. They screamed into each other’s mouths, determined to live or die as one. Their bodies were about to tear apart in sweet agony, but the machine was the less sturdy than its prisoner. It exploded as well, in a thunderous parallel to the girl’s sexual Armageddon. But even the dying roar of the torture device could not drown out Fire and Frost’s deafening cum-scream. Sometime later. In the rubble, something moved. A delicate hand lifted debris the size of a car and pushed it off as Tara freed herself. Quickly she reached down and helped Kara to her feet as well. “Wow,” the red head panted. She swayed on her feet as her sister reached out to steady her. “Yeah,” Kara agreed. She was trembling and pulled her sister into a hug, kissed her, and looked at her. “Are you okay?” “My pussy is buzzing like its full of bees,” she said. Then she smiled. “Not in a bad way.” Kara laughed. “Me too. That was incredible.” They both looked around. The lab was a ruin. Of the Puritarch there was no sign. “You think he’s gone for good?” Tara asked. Kara shook her head in uncertainty. She was wondering the same, and also how the man had known so much about their powers and how to use them like that. A mystery she kn
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DubyaScott Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2023   General Artist
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TheBadLieutenant Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2023  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey, Peril folder is full
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Joe-Roberts Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2023  Professional Digital Artist
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tobelft55 Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2022
Please let me join this awesome club it would be like a Christmas present to me y'all I am age appropriate and I'd like to see you right and I want you to see mine I am age appropriate on 51 years old Merry Christmas y'all
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Joe-Roberts Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2022  Professional Digital Artist
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WhenItEnded Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2022  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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TheBadLieutenant Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2022  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Valentines Day by TheBadLieutenant  
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cruzzwnt Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2021
Thanks for accept my stuff.

Agent Neptune by cruzzwnt
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ElectricCityProd Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2020
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