Agent Tygress
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Human Missile
🕑 Added 2021-03-28 10:34:32 +0000 UTCThe human missile moans softly as she quivers inside her more than skintight suit, waiting for the green launch light to go off and signal the last few seconds of her life. Her eyes dart over her HUD for the hundredth time, checking her systems status again, making sure that her suit, weapons, propulsion system, and body are all functioning perfectly, which of course they are, as her last check was five seconds ago. She gasps as she climaxes again when her gaze focuses on the most important indicator, an angry red word in the bottom centre of her HUD which announces that her payload is armed and ready. On the night before her launch most of her nonessential organs were scooped out and replaced with the machinery of an antimatter explosive, so where her intestines, liver, kidneys, stomach, womb, and ovaries used to be there is now safely ensconced inside her a powerful bomb. She knows that all she has to do is penetrate the enemy's shields and her support team will do the rest, activating the antimatter weapon inside her and sending her straight to Valhalla, along with many, many of the accursed.
Thanks to countless hours of training paired with psychological conditioning she simply can't wait to explode inside her tight suit. She knows that the chances of an individual human missile actually making it inside the defense perimeter are minimal, which is why thousands of other girls like her are standing in similar launch airlocks all along the dorsal side of the Shadowhawk's hull. All their deaths are guaranteed, of course, so she knows she won't be completely disappointed. Not one of them is carrying enough life support to make it back to the Shadowhawk once launched, and capture is quite out of the question. Even if disabled her own team will detonate her before letting her be captured. No, it's a certainty that in the next few minutes she'll fulfill her purpose in life, dying gloriously in the service of the combine and taking many of their foes with her in the process. She just hopes that she'll be one of the lucky few who makes it through all the enemy defenses and detonates with a true purpose, destroying an enemy capital ship. She wouldn't mind being taken out by a missile or a laser - incinerated in an instant or blown apart by shrapnel, but what she MOST wants is that delicious feeling of accomplishment as her main antimatter system flashes ready in her HUD as she's seen it do in training a thousand, thousand times, every instance accompanied by an neuroelectrically induced climax more powerful than any she'd ever had through simple sexual contact with another person.
She knows the explosion will be too quick for her to feel, and that her body will be vaporized in an instant, but she's still fantasized many times about her own death. She particularly likes to imagine her head coming apart, her beautiful jaw opening impossibly wide to vomit a torrent of blood as her eyes pop out of her skull and squish against the inside of her thin, clear faceplate... She climaxes again, almost violently, wishing she didn't have her hands full of gauss rifle and micromissile launcher, and could touch herself, one last time...
"Oh, I can't wait to..." She begins before being interrupted by her radio.
"Human Missile XR11878. You are green light for launch, repeat, green light."
"Thank you command!" The human missile purrs as she turns towards the opening outer airlock doors.
"Die well, XR11878."
"I will!" She laughs as she leaps out of the airlock, her young body thrilling as her harness tightens around her, her rocket heels firing followed shortly by her larger back unit. The darkness of space looming around her punctuated by explosions as enemy defense lasers start eliminating human missiles all around her...
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Just a bit of fun, and Emma thrown in to boot!
Comments
k1234567890y
can I draw the human missile suit?
Agent Tygress
I always want to do training sequences and never get around to it!
IvyLeather
I'm sure the conditioning was interesting!
