Sydney’s comment about bisexting was legitimately a typo, then instead of fixing it, I was like, “No, I can totally see Sydney saying that. No idea what she was thinking about at the time, or what bisexting might actually be, but yeah, I’m going to write around it.”

Assuming it’s a portmanteau, bisexting would just be… well, normal sexting that a bisexual person would do. Or sexting, but at least one party is a hermaphrodite? But if it’s more of a descriptive word, then… maybe it what you’d call a guy banging a girl so hard that she’s walking around bow legged the next day. Like he was trying to bisect her, but, get this… with his dick.

Detla somehow hasn’t heard the expression “I’m afraid [blah blah blah]” but she’s familiar with “two for flinching.” Then again, she’s been hanging out with a bunch of military types, mostly non-coms and civilian specialists… Well, specialist. Really just Math. She doesn’t hang out with Dabbler all that much other than to eat the occasional lunch together so they can commiserate on missing out on their favorite space foods that aren’t readily available on Earth. Detla also hangs out with Jabberwokky to form an occasional thrupple along with Math. So non-coms, Math and ex-reprobate Jabberwokky, a group of people about as likely to look for an excuse to punch each other in the arms as any Frat house or a bus full of middle schoolers playing punch buggy.

Max doesn’t have any specific phobias. Like she never going to be all “Why did it have to be snakes/balloons/a bar of soap with a bite taken out of it?” Certainly she has a concern that one day she’ll either lose her powers or her golden skin will… consume her. There’s some evidence that some of her internal workings aren’t completely human anymore, but it’s a difficult proposition to prove as she can’t be x-rayed and she’s never been cut badly enough for someone to get a good look in there. Though her blue blood is probably indicative that something is going on in there. Certainly there are some people in the government concerned that if her internals are slowly being replaced that it could eventually impact her personality, or even supplant her consciousness with an alien one, and there are some very secretive plans to mitigate that potential threat. Fortunately, in another bout of me flirting with utter fiction, the government of Grrl-verse USA didn’t appoint a panicky racist to that position, so no Henry Peter Gyrich’s or Amanda Waller’s. At least not yet.

The new vote incentive is up!

Every so often I get the urge to try and draw Maxima all properly shiny, and this… isn’t my favorite attempt if I’m honest. I’ve been sitting on this for a little while doing little tweaks, and decided to finally publish it cause I’m already behind on these. The next one will (almost definitely) resume the trend of including a little mini comic to extend the scene a bit.

As usual, Patreon has some outfit variations as well as sans flagrante.

Double res version will be posted over at Patreon. Feel free to contribute as much as you like.