She returns to her ship

It wasn't far back to the hanger where her gunship waited patiently for her, blissfully unaware of its owners ordeal. As she walked up the ramp into her cargo bay she saw a few extra items that she didn't recognise. She queried the onboard computer, "ship, what is this cargo?" Samus was talking about 2 new boxes. One rather small and the other quite large. The computer responded in its usual, slightly robotic feminine voice,

"Cargo acquired 2 hours ago from space station transport drones. Box 1 Manifest reads: All Available Upgrade Chips. Box 2 Manifest: Some toys for your enjoyment." she rolled her eyes. Upon closer inspection she saw a hologram note attached to the side. It read, 'Thanks for the show.'

"That damn AI." Samus said shaking her head. "Prep the ship for launch and plot us a route to Nargin Station."

"Yes mam". The hum of the ship grew as it's engines spooled and the ship automatically launched and flew out of the hanger. Not bothering to look into either creates just yet she proceeded to the captains chair and sat down. This quickly reminded her that her ass and asshole were far more sensitive than all the previous times she'd sat down, the thrill of ecstasy coursing through her ruined hole made her moan and her eyes go cross-eyed. Her ass made a sloppy squishing noise on the leather like chair and soon she was slipping and sliding back and forth and side to side, her assholes rim protruding far out enough that she was rubbing it on the chair and enjoying the feeling.

"This isn't so bad. I might even be able to get used to this." More and more lube excaped from her loose hole until the seat was completely soaked, globs of it literally dripping off the sides and front of the chair.

She was growing more horny by the second and once she'd confirmed the coordinates and saw the 3hour flight time she wasn't sure exactly what to do next.