Sketchpocalypse 3/3: Unending Embrace
Thanks to the miracle of science, Vinyl and Dash can spend forever in each others’ arms. Compressed in a rubber container of high-pressure gel filler. Lubricated enough to squirm and move arms but not to seriously reposition. Actually unable to stop kissing because of the force keeping them together. And also with some edging apparatus that’s somewhere in there.
Sometimes I can’t help myself.
(Submission 100, wooo!)