yay more exposition… I think this fic is going to be "all_my_Helmsman_headcanons"
You've… avoided doing those kinds of things lately.
Thing is, you've figured how to physically control the leechers to a certain extent. From very early on. It's not particularly complicated, they're already filled with your psionic energy and share a hive mind. You only need to get to one to have them all do your bidding. As long as they stay attached, of course.
It's hard to remember but you're pretty sure in your very early days as a battery you attempted to scare off a bunch of your highbloods with that trick.
You were heavily punished for it.
But they didn't care what you did with the leechers as you were a good battery. Back then, when you got one of the other batteries to manage the trick as well, she suggested masturbating with them. As if the thought hadn't occurred to you yet. As if you hadn't discarded it every single time because those cables hide a retractable long and sharp sharp tooth at the end to hook themselves in pissblood flesh. There's better kinds of permanent injuries to get.
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It wasn't long after that you were deemed a powerful enough battery to be the only troll wetware of a vessel. Alone all the time because the fishfucks who wanted their racing ships to go fast only saw you as wetware (and thankfully not as a two in one sex-doll + battery deal), it's unsurprising that you started pleasuring yourself with the leecher cables. They feel surprisingly great against your body, pulsating, tingling with your own energy. It feels great to rub your bulges against them.
More importantly, it felt empowering to finally be able to get off with some semblance of control over the situation. The cables weren't allowed in any of your holes, though.
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And now, with her … Hold on.
No one's supposed to be coming into the depths of the ship now.
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▷Helmsman: Check who's approaching