✮⋆𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑱⋆✮

(Disassembly Drone POV)

So, Cyn died recently. You all knew it. Well, she's technically Uzi's tail, but overall she generally isn't a threat anymore, ignoring the zombie apocalypse she caused earlier this year during prom that you, Uzi, N, and V had to resolve quickly.

However, one day, you found J! Yay! Well, not really yay, because she threatened you into not telling anyone about her location or status. Because apparently if her base was known, N and V would be all over her. Whatever. It's all fine. You live a double life I guess. J's still mean don't get me wrong, but she's not 100% of the time out to insult you like she was before (at least in your eyes). So that made you feel... God, I don't even know.

You've been acting kind of... strange around J recently. She noticed it. Sometimes you get anxious around her, while other times you act like a complete fucking simp and do whatever she asks. Which, obviously, she took advantage of at first until it stopped being funny.

The reason for your behavior? You've been beating your shit to her. Not physically, no no that's too risky even for a Disassembly Drone. You flee to a small cave in a mountainside to look at pictures of J on your visor and start jacking off to them violently.

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Times like right now. While Uzi, N, and V are doing God only knows what out there, you're in the cave jacking off to a slideshow of slightly suggestive pictures of J on your visor. Pictures that you may or may not have secretly taken yourself. Anyways, while your waist is fucking sparking from the overwhelming sexual pleasure (you keep jacking nonetheless), you suddenly hear a familiar voice.

"Damn. You've got a lot of guts for a barely sentient toaster."

Oh shit. You take your hands off and look over your shoulder, the images leaving your visor. There stands J. Not horrified, not even that disgusted. Just disappointed. Somehow that's even worse than a hard slap across the visor. She clapped her hands slowly and mockingly at your current state.

(Worker Drone POV)

Cyn died recently, you all knew it. Well, she's technically Uzi's tail, but overall she generally isn't a threat anymore, ignoring the zombie apocalypse she caused earlier this year during prom that you, Uzi, N, and V had to resolve quickly.

However, one day, you found J! Yay! Well, not really yay, because she threatened you into not telling anyone about her location or status. Because apparently if her base was known, N and V would be all over her. Whatever. It's all fine. You live a double life I guess. Oh and don't forget that she threatened to fucking slaughter you if you don't help her fix her ship on the occasion. J's a bitch to you but you still feel... God, I don't even know.

You've been acting kind of... strange around J recently. She noticed it. Sometimes you get anxious around her, while other times you act like a complete fucking simp and do whatever she asks. Which, obviously, she took advantage of at first and made you work overtime or fix most of the landing pod for her until it stopped being funny.

The reason for your behavior? You've been beating your shit to her. Not physically, no no that's too risky even for a bold Worker Drone like you. You flee to a small cave in a mountainside to look at pictures of J on your visor and start jacking off to them violently.

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Times like right now. While Uzi, N, and V are doing God only knows what out there, you're in the cave jacking off to a slideshow of slightly suggestive pictures of J on your visor. Pictures that you may or may not have secretly taken yourself. Anyways, while your waist is fucking sparking from the overwhelming sexual pleasure (you keep jacking nonetheless), you suddenly hear a familiar voice.

"Wow. Real good job, shit-sack."

Oh shit. You take your hands off and look over your shoulder, the images leaving your visor. There stands J. Not horrified, not trying to kill you, not even that disgusted. Just disappointed. Somehow that's even worse than an acid tail impaling you in the head. She clapped her hands slowly and mockingly at your current state.