I'm at a starship's fighter control station, watching stars flash past through my drone's camera. With a ripple of pseudo-motion another ship, crude images of birds painted onto its hull, appears and alarms go off, lights overhead turning blood-red. Hordes of drones detach from both ships, race towards each other. I blush as my chair starts vibrating, the buzzing goes right through me, and tighten my grip on the drone controls.
At extreme range everyone opens fire, countless projectiles flying through space. An operator three down screams when almost impossibly her drone is destroyed, convulses as electricity rips through her, and everyone else's chair vibrates harder, gets us excited & focused. The hordes grow closer together, shots become precise, and the smell of cooked flesh & orgasms fills the room. I moan as my drone registers a kill, the chair's vibrations peak and my juices wet the leather. But the climax leaves me distracted.
An enemy operator seizes the opportunity. Panting I watch a projectile smash into my drone, hands thrust into my panties, and I'm fingerfucking myself towards a second orgasm when the chair kills me. My back arches, my scream is loud, and then I slump back in my chair.
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