Pharah's Secret Weapon

  The sound of gunfire and explosions echoed through the narrow streets of King's Row. The first point had been taken, and the Payload was well on it's way passed the coffee shop located on the left side of the cobblestone road. An enemy Reinhardt held the position, preventing the Payload from budging, and behind him stood the enemy Soldier 76, Junkrat, and Mercy.
  On the attacking team, Pharah and McCree flanked around the right side, passed the bar, and took out the enemy Widowmaker who took up residence atop the entrance to the subway. The exhilaration of killing a Widowmaker, Pharah's arch enemy, sent a shiver up her spine. Too many times had she been shot out of the air, and too many times the Widowmaker had taunted her.
  Pharah winced, for built into her suit were two control sticks in the shape of humanoid penises. One penetrated into her vagina, customized to fit snug against her walls and press against her cervix. The other, equal in size, oozed a constant stream of lubricant from a small opening in the tip to maintain a certain comfort inside of her rectum. Together the dongs pumped in and out of her holes, stimulating her body during the constant warfare. Although not completely useless for battle, the front rod acted as a flight stick to control the direction of her thrusters. The rear engaged the launch sequence that propelled her skyward by tightening her buttocks.
  The enemy Reinhardt, launched into her team by Pharah's concussive blast, fell to his knees then collapsed into a pool of his own blood. Finally free of his shield, Pharah launched into the air and pelted the enemy team with rockets. One after another they too fell, and the Payload reached the first checkpoint with relative ease.
 With each successive blow the pistons within her suit increased in both speed and intensity, and due to their customized shapes the dildos were pushing every one of her buttons. Pharah's breathing grew labored, and her body sweltered inside of the armor. The black mesh under-armor darkened around her vulva from the constant flow of juices leaking out of her pussy, which then dripped onto the road below.
  One final rocket and Junkrat's lifeless body fell into the pit. The rods pumped at maximum capacity, nearly incapacitating Pharah. With a blank mind and wave upon wave of pleasure rippling through her body, Pharah jumped into the pit and hovered to the other side where she launched skyward. After taking into account all six of her enemies, Pharah shivered and flexed her body.
  "Justice rains from above!"
  A salvo of mini-rockets blanketed the area below her in hell-fire. One after another the enemy fell, and the pistons acted accordingly. For each kill, the pistons sprayed a scorching synthetic liquid into her organs. And, by the sixth kill, the white liquid trickled from both holes and down the insides of her legs. After landing, Pharah immediately collapsed to the floor in a fit of spasms and convulsions while openly gripping her crotch. The rest of her team pushed the cart to the final checkpoint, winning the battle for King's Row.
  In the post-match lobby, both teams watched as Pharah visibly and obviously reached climax while murdering six people in the Play of the Game. All eleven of the present members of Overwatch turned to find her burying her face into the back of Soldier 76's jacket, hiding herself from their prying eyes.